Natalie seriously hated this. Call me a hypocrite if you so choose, she thought, but I hate traveling with David and unable to have even a moment alone with him. Lexi is everywhere he is and fuck is it annoying! Why am I doing this to myself again?

Tonight they were in Miami and she could hear those two moaning in the next room. She already knew what her subconscious was gonna say. 'You knew he was married' and 'His wife needs attention too'. All she could say to that is...no shit! She just didn't think it would suck this much.

They were two months into The Circle tour and, until now, she'd been able to grit her teeth and drown herself in writing. After a while though, a thought started to crop up...he did give her permission to approach Richie if needed. She shot Richie a quick text and got a quick reply back that he was in his room.

She freshened up and slipped on her favorite black thong under a black lace camisole set, tied her long hair up in a ponytail and headed down the hall. She could hear him strumming his favorite guitar and knocked three times. The music went quiet and the door swung open.

Richie Sambora. Tall, tan and brunette with a heartbreaking smile. "Hope you don't mind," she whispered, "Couldn't take much more of it."

"No worries, darlin'," he responded with a welcoming smile, standing aside for her to enter.

But she saw that he wasn't alone. Jon was sitting on the sofa still holding his guitar and nursing his wine. "Come to help us write up setlists?"

"No chance, hun. That's all you," she tossed back casually and Richie handed her a glass of wine, gesturing to the opposite sofa. "It's just different this time and it's driving me insane."

"How's that?" Eeep...Jon still doesn't know about David and I, she thought.

Natalie shifted on the cushion and her panties rubbed against her clit. Fuck. She suppressed a moan and plastered a smile on her face. "Um...just...not having David at my side 24/7," she supplied half-heartedly.

Richie nodded in understanding and sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "So you've come to the best of the best for entertainment, huh?"

"Mm...something like that," she whispered back with an evil grin.

"Um...are you two ...?" Jon's voice trailed off. "Do you two need some privacy?"

"Nah, man, but you're getting warmer," Richie smirked, "You're fine to stay, isn't that right darlin'?"

Natalie bit her lip and nodded. "Sure...I don't mind a third. Actually Jon...David and I kinda...we have...an arrangement. One that can't exactly be fulfilled with Lexi here." She smiled as Richie's fingers trailed up her thigh. "But there is one person who can fulfill those needs. He's done it before..."

Jon glanced between them, speechless for a moment, then shook his head. "Of course, Lema would do this...again. How long?"

"About six inches," Richie chuckles.

"Not how long is Lema!" Jon throws a grape at Richie, who catches it smoothly in his mouth. "How long has this been going on?"

"Started about a month after he hired me," she answered, letting Richie kiss her shoulder and into her neck. Natalie grinned at Jon as the brunette man pushes one strap down then the other. "You waste no time, do you?"

Richie licked his lips and pulled off her top, exposing Natalie to Jon who readjusted his guitar in front of him. "How about answer me a question? Does David only whip and spank you, then fuck you like a toy?" Richie's voice was velvet smooth. "Has he, out of the entire time you've worked for him, took his time and made love to you? Focused on your pleasure?"

"In...his own way," Natalia whispered meekly.

"But what about in your way?" Richie responded. "Has he...taken his time with you?" He slid from the couch to his knees, moving between her legs. "Has he...touched you ever so slightly...just enough to raise those pretty little bumps along your skin?"

His hands guided her hips up enough to peel her shorts off. "N--Not like this," she breathed.

"Oh look out," Jon murmured, "He's in his Great Seducer mode. Sit back, darlin', you're gonna love this."

"Tell me...do you wanna be taken like a whore...or a woman?" Richie pulled Nat enough for her body to recline and her legs to spread. Nat moaned as he nuzzled his nose into her warmth. "Are you just gonna sit and watch, Jonny? Never knew you to be a simple onlooker."

"Oh I'm enjoying the show for the moment," Jon smiled, "but don't worry I'll be there soon." He laid his guitar aside and toed off his shoes before standing to undo his shirt and pants, never taking his eyes from the unexpected scene in front of him.

Nat allowed Richie to remove her thong with his teeth as she watched Jon undress and felt a bead of wetness escape. David never said she could play with Jon...but what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Even though Richie had joined her and David before, she'd heard too much about Jon to pass up the opportunity.

"Mmm please, Sir," Nat whimper out of habit.

"Oh no no, darlin'," Richie simpers to her. "No power exchange here. You do not call either of us Sir. We're here to pleasure you. You are a Goddess, not a Slave."

"Richie likes babe or baby the most," Jon winked over Richie's shoulder, sifting his fingers through his lover's dark hair, "don'tcha, handsome?" He smoothed his hands down Richie's chest to start unbuttoning his shirt and caressing his smooth chest.

Richie wiggled his eyebrows and dipped his head, kissing at the apex of Natalie's thighs and dragging the tip of his tongue down her slit. "Lema's been selfish keeping you from us, hasn't he?"

She nodded vigorously and reached out a hand to Jon. He climbed easily from behind Richie to the couch, taking one taut nipple between his lips and sucking gently. Her back arched as he moved to the other breast, taking his time and circling the very center.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, "I...I..." Part of Natalie wanted to compare the two men to David, the other just wants to enjoy being ravished without the bonds.

"What do you want, darlin'?" Richie asked, suckling her clit and sliding his fingers deep into her warmth. Both sets of eyes look at Nat with such intense desire, she felt the small spark inside explode into a raging inferno.

"We're here for you, beautiful," Jon smiled, "All you have to do is tell us what you want for a change."

Natalie tried to catch her breath under Richie's ministrations. "I...need...to know...what it feels like...for a man...to make love to me...like a Queen...not a whore...not a slut...not a babygirl...just...a woman," she panted and moaned with each word.

"In that case," Richie said as he straightened up, "the couch is too small for what we can show you, darlin'." He held his hand out to Nat and swept her from the couch gently and into his arms. Jon followed close behind and she was sandwiched between two virile men.

As one ravished her lips, the other licked and nibbled at her neck. Two sets of hands sliding over her body, down her waist and hips then up her stomach and breasts.

"Your skin is so soft, baby," Jon whispered in her ear.

Her hands found Richie's pants first, nimbly slipping the button through its hole and carefully lowering the zipper. She remembered his taste from the first time and lowered herself between them, wanting to relive it.

"Mmm let me drink in this sight," she cooed sweetly, "A vision all for me right now."

Natalie pulled Richie's pants down and his cock tapped playfully on the side of her head. This caused her to giggle and reward it with a wet kiss. She then turned to Jon and smiled up at him, removing his jeans and caused his erection to spring free dangerously.

"Hmm...I've tasted you," she pointed up at Richie but frowned at Jon. "But you...I haven't..." His body shudders as she swirled her tongue around the head and sucked it between her lips, savoring the veiny ridge underneath.

She switched to stroking Jon and took in Richie, his cock far more of a mouthful than Jon. Neither compare to David's taste but both were beautiful flavors that mingled on her tongue.

"Unless I'm mistaken," Richie says, "You're much more enthusiastic this time."

"You two are giving me freedom," Natalie replied and licked her lips, "Time to rev up those engines, boys." Her mouth returned to Jon and she lifted his cock up slightly, taking each ball into her mouth and rolling them around.

"Oh fuck yeah," Jon sighed as his head dropped to his shoulder, "you're kicking my engine into overdrive, darlin'."

Natalie stood and took care to rub their cocks along her outer thighs as she crawled onto the bed. Richie's breath caught as her body stretched and her ass lifted at an angle.

"Mmm that feels better," she teased and flopped over, spreading her legs and leaning back into the pillows.

The two smiled as her fingers slowly massaged and circled her clit. "Is that you getting wet for us, darlin'?" Richie questions and is the first to join her on the luxurious king bed.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" She challenged and he rose to it magnificently, opening her wet folds for he and Jon.

"Would you look at that, Jonny? Please...be my guest. I've already sampled dessert," Richie chuckled and leaned in to kiss Natalie deeply, groaning as she grabbed his hair and willed him closer.

"Is that okay with you?" Jon asks with one of his wide grins before he crawled between her legs and trailed his fingers up her inner thighs. "Tell me what you like, sweet thing."

Natalie detached from Richie's kisses and smiled at Jon. "Tight circles...long strokes." He watched intently as she showed him with her fingers then offered them to Richie, who lapped up her juice eagerly. Her head spun with one man kissing and fondling her adoringly and the other indulging in her pussy like the sweetest peach.

Jon's hands held her steady as he slowly brought her to the edge. Tight circles around her clit, a long stroke down to the entrance and back up with a flick. "How about this, babydoll," Richie says and his fingers joined Jon, pressing into her velvet passage and massaging the front walls.

Her breathing grew in rapidity, both men working towards a common goal...her pleasure. She gripped the bedding as her body shook...Richie's fingers...Jon's tongue...both groaning and their breath washed over her. "Oh fuck...more...harder...oh god make me cum...fuck right there..."

Richie's eyes locked on Natalie's as they brought her up and over. Her stomach clenched and she bore down towards Jon, warm clear liquid squirting from her pussy and over his face. Once...twice...three times with Richie joining him for his own share.

They worked in tandem to lick up the fallen droplets. The two men met in the middle and tangled their tongues together, straightening up so Natalie could watch.

"Richie..." Jon begged in the way only a lover would.

"Jonny, I want you to go back to your room now and wait for me," Richie said holding Jon's face tenderly, "I promise I'll make it worth your while if you go now, baby." Jon nodded and climbed off the bed, gathering his clothes and winked as he disappeared through the adjoining suite door.

He turned back to Natalie and smiled, laying next to her quivering body and stroked her hair. She slowly shifted on the pillow to look at him, raising a hand to caress his cheek. "Will you make love to me, Richie?" She asked hesitantly. "I need it from someone who isn't sadistic or...dominant. Just a man who wants to please."

"I'd be honored, baby," he whispered and bent to claim her mouth gently, moving to lay over her and slid into home. There was no dirty talk or screaming, no spanking or lashes of a belt. Just two bodies rocking in pleasure and soft music in the background.

Richie built her passion again slowly with soft caresses of fingers, lips and long smooth strokes within her heated flesh. He increased his tempo when he felt her inner muscles start to flutter around him, adjusting to change angles to bring their climaxes closer.

"Oh god, baby," Natalie whimpered, her nose nuzzling with Richie's as their lips met.

"If you're a little lovesick, woman, I got the cure," Richie encouraged her, "let yourself go, baby. Pull me under and make me drown in your flood. To make you feel like a woman, makes me feel like a man." His soft lips pulled gently at hers, down over her jaw and to her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.

Her eyes slipped closed and allowed herself to fall into him, something she never expected. She knew the lyrics he was speaking, but could only writhe and moan.

He'd bring her to the brink then change his angle and speed. Natalie held tight around his neck, riding the waves of passion. "Fuck, baby...come with me..." Her nails dragged up his back as he bent his head and bit her shoulder.

"Oh..fuck yeah," Richie moaned, "right there with you, beautiful." His thrusts became erratic as he emptied himself within her clutching heat as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple and landed with a small splash on her breast.

A few moments later, he pulled free of her body gently and collapsed at her side. Out of habit, Natalie rolled over and curled up into Richie. Her arm draped over his stomach and fingertips grazed his hot skin, one leg tangled with his.

"Would it be...inappropriate to say thank you?"

Richie chuckled, a deep reverberating sound that was pleasing to her ears, "I should be thanking you, darlin', for calling tonight."

"This sounds horrible but...part of me regrets taking this job," she admitted in a low whisper and buried her head into Richie's chest. "Wondering what if I was still a fan blindly crushing on a celeb. How much easier my life might be."

Richie moved up on his elbow to look down at the woman lying there, her beautiful face marred by doubts. He sighed as he thought about what she'd said, "Do you need to get out, darlin'? Do you feel like you can't handle him, or the situation, anymore?"

"Maybe it's because I wasn't prepared for who he really was," she said, her eyebrows furrowing with her thoughts. "I guess we as fans...mold and distort the personality so much, it's a slap in the face when they end up being the complete opposite. I can handle him...I just don't know if I can handle him with HER. Yeah, I knew about it when I signed that...contract...but it doesn't make it suck any less."

"You've fallen for him, haven't you?" Richie asked kindly.

"Fallen flat on my ass...hard," she tacked on at the end, twisting on the bed and burying her face into the fluffy pillow. "What the fuck have I gotten myself into?"

"Oh baby," Richie sighed and kissed the top of her head, soothing a hand over her back, "Listen Nat. If you ever need me, for anything, call me, okay? There will never be any judgement from me...ever."

Natalie rolled her head to the side to look at Richie and twisted her lips. "You don't see this ending well, do you?

"It doesn't matter what I see or think," Richie said, "The universe will have its way, regardless. Just be wary of Lexi, beautiful. She'll strike like a snake; fast and outta nowhere. Promise me you'll call me if you need me. You're one of the good ones, darlin'. I like you a lot and I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I will," she promised with a smile and leaned over to kiss him. "Would you mind walking me back to my room? My legs feel like Jello."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, baby," Richie smiled with a heated kiss. "King of Swing still has it!" He crowed, standing with a laugh and gathered their clothes from various places around the room.

Natalie giggled and sat up. "My Aussie friend would be so jealous. You've always been one of her favorites." She took her thong gratefully and slid it on.

"Is that right? Make sure you give me her number," he said with a grin and a wiggle of his eyebrows, "I'll make sure I look her up next time I feel like heading down under."

"I've got a place for you down under," Natalie teased with a wink, pulling on her cami and shorts.

"Hey, I ain't gonna knock that offer back either, baby," he chuckled, "anytime, anyday."

The two left Richie's suite arm in arm and had just reached Natalie's door when the one next to them opened. David and Lexi walked out, dressed for a night on the town, and took in the other two with tousled hair and their bodies a little too close for comfort.

Natalie met David's eyes, silently daring him to say anything. "Good evening, Mr. Bryan," she said in a tone that oozed professionalism.

"That's obvious," David replied in a terse voice.

Richie sensed the tension between the two and swept Natalie into his arms at her door, planting a long lingering kiss on her as the others walked past. Natalie combed her fingers through Richie's hair and grabbed his ass with the other hand.

"Ugh...he's at it again," Lexi sneered, pulling on David's arm.

"Hey Lexi," Richie called out after pulling away from Natalie's lips, "if that means making love to a beautiful woman, then yeah, I'm at it again. Maybe Lema should give it a try sometime." He flipped her off for good measure, then added on within earshot of David, "How about we have that nightcap in your room?"

"I need a shower first," she giggled, "Got a little steamy in your suite." They both saw the dark cloud that came over David's face as he was hauled off by his wife. Natalie knew she'd pay dearly for breaking the rules and her vindictive comment but it was well worth it.

"Sorry, baby, I couldn't help myself," Richie apologized after David and Lexi disappeared into the elevator, "See what I mean? She's not nice people."

"Yeah...try living with her," Natalie grimaced. "I'm much better now. Gonna grab a shower and crawl into bed. You should go see Jon though. He's probably about to burst at the seams."

"Oh don't you worry about Jonny, beautiful," Richie kissed the tip of her nose, "I got just the thing for what ails him. See you tomorrow, okay? Sleep well, baby."

Natalie went in for one more hug and kiss before slipping into her suite, smiling wide and quite content as she turned on the hot shower and disappeared into the steam. Once she was clean and hair was dry, Natalie climbed under her blanket and scrolled through her phone.

She replied to a message from Katie and a group text, noticing that David showed as online. "Have fun?" Popped up as she looked at the newest photo uploads. She pulled up the conversation and stared at the white bubble of text next to David's photo.

"I had a great time, thanks for asking," she typed back.

"I don't think Richie is the right play partner for you anymore," David replied, not even a minute later.

Natalie rolled her eyes and typed, "Of course you don't, but I disagree and it was already agreed on. Now I'm going to bed. I had a very long night." She giggled at Katie's message about what she did that night and replied simply, "Richie."

She tossed the phone next to her and heard it ding multiple times, but disregarded it. Instead she let the low volume of the TV and dim blue light lull her into a deep, dream-filled sleep.

As the days bled into weeks, the concerts started to blur into one. Being a fan, she still enjoyed each one from the front row and took as many photos as her phone could hold. Natalie uploaded them in bulk to her fanpage after hours of tagging each one, her stomach giving a small lurch whenever David would like a post.

How the hell can he still do this to me? She thought to herself. Shouldn't I be used to him by now?

When her birthday came around that next week, the band took her and the inner circle out for dinner. Unfortunately this included Lexi, who refused to be left behind.

She unwrapped her gifts after dessert including an Emerald and diamond Piaget watch from Tico, a soft lilac Coach handbag from David, a white gold and turquoise necklace and 18K gold Moonstone ring from Richie and a black Gibson Hummingbird acoustic guitar from Jon.

Natalie had looked up when she heard Lexi's sniffles. "I need to get back home," she explained hastily. "My sister is in the hospital." David left as well and, presumably, took her to get her bags and arrange her flight back to Jersey.

This left Natalie to finish dinner with the rest and head back to the hotel with Richie and Jon. Neither wanted her to be alone on her birthday and invited her to Jon's suite for drinks.

The vibe tonight was a little more relaxed. Jon sat with his head back on the couch, nursing his glass of wine, and listened to Richie and Natalie jamming out together to break in the guitar he'd bought her. Richie offered a few pointers and Jon sang along doing his version of Bob Dylan's mumbled lyrics when he couldn't think of what they were.

After an hour or so of old Jovi songs, Aerosmith and The Beatles, Natalie flicked her phone open to see a message from David. "Hey there, sexy. Come to my room. Twenty minutes."

She rolled her eyes and hit reply, "Busy, sorry."

"Pissed off much? Are you forgetting you agreed that I can take you and your body any time, any day, anywhere?"

"No, Sir...but I'm busy. Try back later..." She threw her phone behind her on the couch and sighed.

Richie took notice of her mood and placed his hand on her knee. "You sure you don't wanna catch up with him now that he's alone, darlin'?"

"After I ignored all of his texts last night," Natalie replied, "I'm really not in the mood for getting punished. I'll end up paying for it at some point, obviously. Just...not on my birthday."

"Maybe," Jon cut in, "it's about time you tell him exactly how you're feeling. I've known Lema since we were 16 and can tell you honestly that he will listen, even if it's not what he wants to hear. I could get him to come here instead. That way you'll have us as backup."

Richie set his guitar aside and gave Natalie a gentle smile. "You can't ignore him. It'll just get worse. Plus he needs to know...what you confided in me about," he whispered, "Lema, believe it or not, is a sensitive and soulful guy. But he's not a mindreader. You need to tell him instead of suffering."

Natalie reluctantly nodded and Jon dialed David's number. "Hey Lema...Band meeting...my room...yes now...see ya in a few." He hung up and Natalie walked over to the bed, placing her new guitar in its black velvet lined case. "I am glad you like it," Jon added.

"I love it," Natalie replied, coming over and plopping next to Jon. He wrapped her in a tight embrace and dropped his lips to hers. Somewhere between Jon and Richie, she'd gotten spoiled to the gentle affection they showed her.

There was a firm knock on the door that made her jump. Jon rubbed her back and got up to answer it, frowning as Natalie straightened her posture and bowed her head out of habit. "Darlin'," Richie whispered and she looked up. "Just relax."

Her breath caught in her throat when she heard David's raspy voice greet Jon. The two men exchanged a few words before Jon let David enter. "Nat...hmm...busy huh?" She shut her eyes tight at his words and inhaled shakily.

"Lema, don't give her a hard time," Richie said kindly, "Just come sit."

David shot a glance at Jon who nodded towards the couch. "So I'm guessing this isn't a band meeting," he replied lamely and walked over to sit next to Natalie. "Are you gonna at least look at me?"

Natalie raised her eyes to meet David and watched his expression soften at the tears threatening to spill over. "Actually it's a meeting for you two," Jon corrected and joined Richie across from the couple. "Nat was...hesitant to see you alone."

"Is that true, babygirl?" David asked the dark haired woman who nodded slowly. He touched a warm hand to her cheek, making her flinch slightly. "Talk to me." He struggled to keep his voice from taking on the demanding tone.

Natalie looked over at Richie who smiled then returned her eyes to David. "I...um..." She cleared her throat, "I feel like...my...um...emotional and physical...um...needs and wants...aren't um...being met and...uh...fuck...I started...well..."

"Do you want me to help, darlin'," Richie offered. Natalie sniffled quietly and nodded her head vigorously, David reaching over to hold her hand. "Dude," he started, "you don't have to be the almighty dominant male all the time. Think of the beautiful woman in your arms and take care of HER sometimes."

"What makes you think I don't take care of her?" David asked, his defenses starting to rise. "My wife's been around me 24/7. I can't exactly go over and tend to Natalie's every need without Lexi getting suspicious."

"I told you he wouldn't listen," Natalie said to Richie, getting up from the sofa and ripping her hand from David's.

"Stop being such a dick, Lema," Jon added. "There's your version of caring for Nat and then there's caring for Nat; her wants, her needs, her emotions. There's a time and place for your version but there's an equal time and place for what she needs."

Natalie leaned against the windowsill. "Richie was able to tend to those needs...why can't you? I'm always expected to be...on my knees at the snap of your fingers. You never ask me what I need...what I want..."

David blinked at her and over at Richie. "The night he brought you back to your room..."

"Yeah...at that moment...I would have preferred to be in his room than yours," Natalie snapped. "Someone who...treated me as more than a toy or after thought. Asked me about my feelings and someone I could confide in."

"When was the last time you asked Nat what she actually likes?" Richie quirked his eyebrow at David, "Or got her off several times before you did, just for the pleasure of watching this beautiful creature come undone in your arms?"

David scrubbed his face with his hands, internally kicking himself in the ass. "I guess the night in my office signing the contract..."

"No you didn't," she replied, "...you had me bent over your desk reading the contract. You didn't...ask..."

"Fuck," David said quietly, walking over to Natalie and sliding his hands over her hips.

"You know what?" Jon spoke up, frowning, after listening to the conversation. "I know she's your employee Lema, but I can pull my weight and have that contract terminated, if I need to."

"No need," David shook his head towards Jon. "I wish you would have come to me sooner," he whispered to Natalie.

Richie cleared his throat. "Well...there's one more thing. Do you want to tell him, darlin' or do you want me to?"

"I've um...things have changed emotionally...for me...making it harder to stay in this situation," Natalie stumbled over the words. David urged her on silently and the last part came out in a rush, "I've fallen in love with you."

The room fell quiet. Jon and Richie watched from the sofa, David's brain processing the information and Natalie waiting to be fired. She gasped as David drew her into a deep kiss, his hold on her far more tender. "I think we need to talk privately," he requested when they parted.

"Natalie, darlin'," Richie said, "You know who to call if you need to, right? Don't agree to anything unless you're one hundred percent sure."

Natalie's eyes darted between all three men. "Yeah I do," she answered Richie then turned to David, "No toys, no...dominant. You talk to me as Dave or not at all." David kissed her knuckles and, this time, allowed Natalie to lead him from Jon's room and back to hers.

Jon closed the door after watching the two disappear, sighing when Richie hugged him from behind. "Unlike those two, you already know what I want," he whispered, feeling his lover kiss up his shoulder and neck.