An Amazing Opportunity

by DaddyBrianMay

Summary:

You are a cheerleader with the DCC and get the once-in-a-lifetime chance to perform on stage with Queen! You're good at your craft and are excellently prepared for the performance. There is just one small problem: you've had a bit of a life-long crush on Brian May.

What follows are weeks of fun and temptation as you learn what it's like in Bri's world, and he shows you what rock and roll is all about. How long can an explosive relationship last before the inevitable burn? And are the flames of passion worth the charred remains left behind?

** Newly finished, this will be up for a few days before returning again to registered users only

Notes:

Hi everyone! This is my very first fanfic ever (though I've read an awful lot), and the first time I've written anything in about 3 years. This idea has just been bouncing around my head since the Q+AL Dallas show, and I thought I'd give it a go. There are just not enough current!Bri fics out there! Comments are appreciated, as well as constructive criticism! I hope to update pretty quickly with multiple chapters a week!

Also, full disclaimer, I know absolutely nothing about cheerleading.

**New note for those who've just started reading: I like to think my writing has improved a lot since the early chapters. Give this fic a chance- it's more than a reader-insert smutfic.
xox DBM

Chapter 1: Table of Contents

Notes:

I've decided to add a table of contents in case you want to read a specific chapter. I'm going to use the "feedback page" that was in the middle of the story and just move it to the front, so you can still read that if you scroll down.

1- Table of Contents: possible spoiler warning!! Chapters with AMAZING FANART by @XanaduHoneydew have ***

2- Preparation: Story set-up and first eye-contact with Brian

3- On Stage: Dancing to FBG during the show

4- Off Stage: Meet and greet after the concert

5- On Route: In Brian's car after he's made it clear he wants you for the night

6- No Turning Back: Foreplay in the hotel

7- A First Taste: First blowjob

8- Sinful Fingers: Brian returns the favour

9- All of Him: Brian entering you for the first time

10- Finally His: Sex and the first appearance of the daddy kink (with alternate chapter)

12- The Morning After: Waking up together followed by shower sex

14- Good Company: Morning drivel and changing in front of Brian

15- An Opening: Brunch and a job proposal

16- His Only: Brian's first reaction to someone else showing interest in you

17- The Introduction: Introducing you to the tour crew

18- The Reward: You join the mile high club (kinda) because you've been so good

20- Understanding: Adam welcomes you to the group and makes a little confession

21- Expectations: You and Brian have a chat about kinks and limits

22- A Necessary Reminder: Brian reminds you who you belong to now and you remind him how sexy he is

23- Pre-Show: Brian makes you give him a blowjob and then ride him until he comes

25- Show Time: Watching Brian from the wings, some people start to talk, you see Brian take something suspicious

26- Post-Show: Trying to tempt Bri

27- Trap Set: You come too soon

29- The Punishment: Brian spanks you

31- Reflection: You look at your love marks and reflect on your choices

32- A New Start: Brian gives you a dress and you confront him about the pill

33- Won't You Take Me Home: Bri visits your apartment and you give him a show

34- Close Call: Sexy times interrupted

35- Three's a Crowd: Bri flirts while you and Jenna talk

36- Tables Turned: You tease Brian and he responds two-fold

38- Devoured: You and Bri get kinky with the ice cream

40- Addicted: Rough sex on the table

42- Aftermath: Brian falls into a black mood and you help

44- The Shower: Praise and fluff in the shower

45- Time Spent: More fluff as you and Bri become closer

46- Wake Up Call: Brian wakes up with morning wood; you have a nightmare

48- A Different Kind of Call: You suck Brian's cock while he's on the phone

49- Birthday Plans: It's Roger's birthday and Brian agrees to go out

50- Night Out: You go to a bar with the band and Bri gets drunk

51- Wanted and Claimed: Brian gives you a collar in preparation for the night ahead

53- Pool Party: 1: The fun with Rog and Adam starts; Bri throws you into the pool

54- Pool Party: 2: Teasing in the water as Brian titillates Adam

55- Pool Party: 3: You grind on Roger and Brian makes out with Adam

56- Pool Party: 4: You and Adam have to strip for the older men

57- Pool Party: 5: Roger eats you out and Brian works Adam

58- Back to the Bedroom: Brian steals you away to himself for a bit and you do some cock warming

60- Birthday Present: 1: Roger finally submits, you blow Adam and Bri makes you come.

61- Birthday Present: 2: Now Roger gets to use you and Brian finally comes

63- Morning Moments: You wake up after the foursome with some help from Adam

64- Hangover Remedy: Friendship with Adam and taking care of grumpy rockstars

65- Massage: You give Brian a glut massage but he gets a phone call

66- Sweet Treat: Ice cream outing in public

67- A Fitting Foray: Brian takes you hard in a fitting room and something slips from your lips

69- Gearing Up: You purchase some toys for Bri

71- The Game: You dance with someone else and Brian is not happy

73- Show Me I'm Yours: Brian reminds you who you belong to with the new leash

75- Caught on Camera: Your ice cream outing is in the press

76- Breaking News: Anita sees the article

77- Good Ideas: You both need some time to sort things out. Brian suggests a short break.

78- Back to Bri: You decide Brian is worth all the struggle he causes, and he invites you to watch him and Adam.

80- Enjoy the View: 1: You get tied up and Adam takes his punishment, and then says sorry with his mouth

82- Enjoy the View: 2: Bri fucks Adam and then eats you out

84- Comfort and Care: Cuddling and aftercare

85- New Faces: You and Bri have a wonderful day around town, and someone comes for a visit at dinner

86- Unstoppable: Brian can't contain himself at the club

88- One Man: Brian comforts you after Sarina's comments

89- Another Perfect Morning: You wake up together and Brian get embarrassed

91- A Seed of Doubt: Sarina says some nasty things to Bri, and you try to reverse it

92- Making Things Right: You show Brian just how amazing he truly is. A bit of subby Bri for once.

94- A Last Quiet Moment: Breakfast with Brian in New York

95- Can't Hide Forever: Sarina confronts Brian directly about the affair

96- Friends Will Be Friends: You find comfort in Adam and make up with Jenna

97- The New Normal: The aftermath of Brian's discussion with Anita

98- Held Tight: The next intimate moment with Bri feels a bit different. Slight choking kink

100- A Reminder to Keep: You don't want Bri to leave, so he gives you a toy to remember him by

101- Teasing Texts: Naughty photos sent to Brian

103- Pain Is So Close to Pleasure: First time trying anal... It's not exactly what you expected

105- Regret: Can Brian face what he's done? Can you?

106- What Was Lost Can Be Returned: Forgiveness is shared

108- Together: You and Brian rebuild trust slowly and intimately, with him eating you out

110- Finally Moving On: A little morning sex, and a little more understanding

112- Little Things: Small changes start to occur in your relationship with Bri, risks be damned

113- Natural Instincts: Finally, things are back to normal, with some filthy, lovey sex ***Fanart by @XanaduHoneydew

115- A Day Well Spent: Another day on the town with Bri, this time, disguised! And he purchases something special for later

116- Honesty: You come clean about a little mistake due to forgetfulness, plus a fluffy night at the hotel

117- She Made Me Live Again: You want to try something new- being a "proper" sub

118- Patience: It's a virtue, right? Can you be good while Bri is bad?

120- Picture Perfect: stereos, a reward, and another first

122- Playtime: Morning moments and lots of lotion

123- Poolside: Lunch and fun at the pool with Bri

124- Enough: Sarina traps you into an argument, and Bri comes to your aid

126- Insatiable: The heated aftermath of high tensions

128- Chained: Your punishment arrives in the form of nipple clamps

130- The Club: 1: You, Bri and Adam arrive at the sex club

132- The Club: 2: A younger man chats you up at the bar, and Bri gets jealous

134- The Club: 3: Your impatience gets the best of you, but Bri's fingers are there to solve it

136- The Club: 4: Wax play in the private room

138- The Club: 5: You and Adam put your mouths together

140- The Club: 6: The night climaxes with some voyeurism

142- Too Much of a Good Thing: Bri pays the price for the night out

143- Cockwarming: This one is self-explanatory ***Fanart by @XanaduHoneydew

145- Trying Again: You want a second chance at the one pleasure gone wrong

147- Bliss: Brian more than makes up for past wrongs ***Fanart by @XanaduHoneydew

149- Preparation (II): You and Bri get ready for the party

150- The Party: Fun is in full swing

151- Interrupted: Oh no, a surprise guest arrives

153- Pathetic: You face harsh repercussions

154- Anything: Brian has to make a tough decision

155- Pitiful: Nothing is the same as it was

156- Finality: One last night together

158- Moving On: It's not as easy as it sounds

159- Embarrassing: Bri's world collides with yours

160- Insanity: You choose what matters most

161- The Beginning: A new life together ***Fanart by @XanaduHoneydew

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Question from before:

Hi my lovely readers! I'm at a bit of a crossroads in this story, and I wanted your input on how it moves forward. You see- I can't write any more until I decide!

It concerns Bri's wife Anita. I thought I knew what direction I was going with their relationship but now I'm reconsidering again. Please read the following options below and let me know if there's one you particularly like and would be intrigued to read, or if there's one you absolutely hate etc. Keep in mind these options in no way represent Brian and Anita's actual relationship or my view of it.

1- She knows deep down that Bri sleeps around but doesn't want to ever see or hear about it. Kinda denying it on the surface, but wanting to stay with him more than confront the behaviour. I find this one rather dark but very believable in the story and possibly intriguing for readers. There would be tense moments where they would have to hide what's going on. And lots of angst with Bri angry at himself for still being weak like this at his age, and Y/N for being the other woman. This was my original plan but I'm worried I'll lose people if this happens. I'm not writing this story just to please others (although reading it you probably suspect that's one of my major traits lol), but I enjoy the community feeling it provides and I don't want people to be disappointed they no longer want to read.

2- She knows and doesn't particularly care. They have an open relationship and she can do the same. Not super interesting to me but it's also quite plausible in the story. Probably a good easy middle ground with less plot that develops from it, but there are plenty of other interesting things to explore (Adam is coming I promise)

3- She knows and actively encourages it, sharing some of the same traits concerning Brian as Y/N. She can't always be there on tour but wants all his dirty little needs to be met. Knows he needs someone to fluff that ego in order to keep sane while performing so much. Perhaps she likes that her husband is a global sex icon who can have almost any girl he desires ;) and worships him just as much as Y/N does. This is also interesting I think, but leads to less drama and is significantly more... moral? I came up with this recently while worrying about number 1. My problem with this one is that it feels like the giant plot device cop-out that you always find in bad fanfiction, where everything works out all nice and pretty. So I feel a bit silly writing it, unless people like the idea and think it fits? Bri's angst (that we've seen) about being with Y/N in this case would be due to stringing along two women who are eager to cater to him, and what that says about him as a person. (Nothing Bri you're an absolute peach we love you :P)

Anyways, I would be happy to write any of these so if your have time or interest just let me know your thoughts!

Thanks for following my first foray into fanfic and I love you all! Also feel free to give some input even if you haven't commented before :)

Chapter 2: Preparation

‘1, 2, 3 and turn. Left arm, right arm, both. Hips, 1, and 2…’

Your inner monologue narrated your body’s actions as you rehearsed the performance that had been ingrained in your head over the last month. You knew the routine so well that your thoughts started to wander while you worked.

Tonight was the night. You had been preparing for weeks, practicing daily with the rest of the team to get all the timing exactly right. Every move was rehearsed and every member of the squad functioned on the same wavelength, ready to adapt to changes and improvisations that could come with live music. And what live music it would be! When you and your friend Jenna tried out for the Dallas Cheerleaders three years ago, you thought it was a good way to make some money, keep fit, and have some fun while working through school online. You never expected it would gift you the greatest opportunity of your life so far. By some gift of god you were going to be performing with Queen! They were your favourite band, and had been since as far back as you could remember. Jenna of course knew this, and had been teasing you about your obsession all month. You loved the steady baselines of John Deacon, the everlasting rhythm of Roger Taylor’s drumming, and of course the powerful vocals and incredible range of Freddie Mercury. But the guitar, oh lord the guitar, that’s what you loved most of all.

Every time you heard a power chord from that Red Special something inside you felt like it was going to burst. It was a rough and angry yet sweet and melodic sound that simply couldn’t be compared to any of the other rock music you listened to. When you were younger you would blast your parents’ CD’s and simply dance around the room performing air-guitar on the back of the couch until they got home from work. It wasn’t until later that you started staring at the album covers and decorating your room with posters, recognising that perhaps you had developed a bit of a crush on Brian May. All long limbs and beautiful curly hair, you came to equate his angelic face with the epitome of male beauty. The few relationships you had since high school could never come close. Surprisingly, though he no longer looked exactly as he had on the poster above your bed, that crush was still going strong. In fact, in a hidden part deep inside of yourself, perhaps his age turned you on too. It was something you would never admit to anyone, and you had a hard time acknowledging it yourself. His strong features remained the same, and the silver curls atop his head gave him a very distinguished air. As far as you were concerned, Brian May was a god. A rock god that you were going to be sharing the stage with in only a couple of hours-

“Alright girls that’s great!”

Your thoughts were interrupted as your manager shouted to be heard over the music. “Everybody is perfect. We are going to give them a hell of a show tonight!” All the girls cheered and then began packing up their things. As you walked over to your water bottle and toweled off your face, Jenna came up behind you and caught you in a squeezing hug.
“Oh my god Y/N this is really happening!” she squealed as she straightened her legs and picked your feet up off the ground, twirling you around as she smiled. “We get to perform on stage with Queen! I’m super excited, so I can’t even imagine what you must be feeling- meeting your life-long crush and all.” Jenna’s left eyebrow shifted up and a teasing, sultry smile formed on her lips. “Hey, who knows? Maybe he’ll like what he sees and you’ll get to really know each other after the show…”

“Eek! Jenna!” You said as your face reddened and your feet still dangled in the air, “Don’t even talk about things like that!” You knew it was stupid, but even your best friend saying things like that got your hopes up for something that could never happen.

“Oh you’re right Y/N. He’s too old now anyways.” Jenna laughed and put you down on the ground. The remark made you upset and a little angry on Brian’s behalf, but not wanting to out yourself as lusting after a 72-year-old man, you just smiled and snapped your fingers as if to say “drat, too bad.”

“Besides,” Jenna continued, “Isn’t he married?”

“Yeah.” You answered as you packed your water and towel into your bag, thinking to yourself

‘Not that that’s stopped him before…’
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You had been to a Queen concert before. You weren’t even born during the original tours with Freddie and John, and still a bit too young when they were will Paul Rogers, but since Roger and Brian started touring with Adam Lambert you had the opportunity to go, and as a fan of course you took it! The concert you went to was amazing and joyous and, if you were being honest, you probably went a bit over the top screaming for Bri and Roger. It was a night you remembered fondly, gushing about it afterwards with Jenna and the rest of your friends. However, it was very different this time around, as along with the excitement and happiness, there was also an incredible nervousness as you and Jenna sat with the other cheerleaders waiting for the band to start.

The concert started with a taped version of Innuendo to get the crowd on their feet, and then when the guitar started for Now I’m Here and Brian’s image appeared on screen, you could focus on nothing else. In a flash of light he was there, in person, on the stage in front of you. Rocking as skillfully and sexily as ever, with a confident smile, as if he knew what he was doing to you. You felt your mouth drop open just a bit, and from the nudge and wink Jenna gave you, you knew you were an open book. From the position you and the rest of the cheerleaders were waiting at the side of the stage, you could see every little shake of his curls and his many focused facial expressions that you had memorized from YouTube videos.

‘Oh my god Y/N’, you thought to yourself, ‘you sound like a stalker.’

But how could you be to blame? You were just one of the no doubt countless women who had been pulled into the vortex that is Brian May. By the looks of some of your friends/teammates around you, you weren’t even the only one in your row. There were definitely a few others that shared your affliction.

The concert progressed and Queen played hit after hit, as well as some deeper cuts. You easily knew all the words to every song and were enjoying singing along with Jenna so much that you almost forgot why you were there. That is, until you heard your manager tell all the girls to stand up and make their way backstage. Your heart suddenly dropping, you followed the others in line to quickly get ready.

As you put on your admittedly skimpy costume, you gave Jenna a nervous glance. She came over and put her hands on your shoulders.

“Don’t worry Y/N, you’ll be perfect. We’ll all be perfect.”

You nodded, giving her a high-five before she left to find her place in the formation. You walked over to a full-length mirror in the change room and examined yourself quickly. You’d never been overweight, always joining sports as a kid, but 3 years of practice had given you a nice figure and the slight outline of some abs. Not to mention a toned backside. You were actually quite confident in your body, but thought your face was plain. Nothing you could really do about that though. You quickly fixed a couple of stray hairs and left to get to your spot in line just before the cheer group left the room.

Waiting backstage with the group your heart hammered in your chest. Twenty nervous, sweaty bodies crowded together in darkness created a uniquely stimulating, if not slightly smelly, atmosphere. Being shorter than average, it was hard to see much of anything apart from the shiny pom-poms and bare torsos of you peers. You thought cheerleaders were supposed to be glamourous and sexy, but right now you were reminded that you were also athletes. Athletes trained to entertain and put on a good show- not that Queen needed any help with that. As far as you were concerned they were the ones helping your squad.

Brian played the opening riff to Fat Bottomed Girls and the glorious sound of the Red Special was especially loud this close to the stage. The harmonies were as perfect as ever in the acapella chorus, and then Roger started the main beat. Despite your nervousness you began to get into the song. Fat Bottomed Girls was always one of the Queen songs that made you want to dance and enjoy yourself, as well as giving you that special feeling deep in your stomach that you only got from Brian’s guitar.

Soon the first verse was over and the stagehand opened the curtain for your team to enter the stage. Finally seeing light you followed the girls in front of you to run out onto the stage. Your sensed were overwhelmed as you moved in time to the beat and to your teammates and got into position centre stage. You were glad you weren’t at the front, out on the smaller B-stage, because here at centre stage you were right in front of Roger’s drum kit and felt connected to the band and the music. Whilst executing your routine to perfection (that’s what practice is for!) you could sneakily glance around and see Adam belting out the song from the riser just above you. Satisfied that you weren’t in his way, you looked to the other side of the stage.

That, you thought, might have been a mistake. To your left, just looking up from his guitar to make eye contact with you, was Dr. Brian May. And again you must have been an open book because that same confident smirk grew on his handsome face as he took his first step towards you.

Chapter 3: On Stage

Faltering slightly at Brian’s smile you quickly glanced at your closest cheer partners on stage to re-synchronize. Luckily it wasn’t long until muscle memory took over and you were right back into the practiced routine. You were determined to properly demonstrate the professionalism of the DCC, and made sure to execute every move perfectly. Also, you knew, this would have the bonus effect of showing off your body in the best possible way. Who were you not to take that chance in front of the world’s hottest guitarist?

Once again you gained the courage to look over to Brian’s side of the stage. He was standing slightly behind the mic stand, eyes roaming over the forms of your teammates one by one. His cheeky smile showed just how much he was enjoying the performance from behind, while your teammates danced to the crowd like the professionals they were. Then his gaze fell back on you and your eyes widened from being caught staring. Again. Well, there was at least one performer tonight who kept forgetting her professionalism.

Brian’s smile grew even larger as he began to walk towards you. He barely broke eye contact as he fingered the chords, playing confidently and marvellously from years of practice. You guessed that playing this song was as much muscle memory for him as this routine was for you. Probably more so. Yet the sounds coming from the Red Special were as soulful and gut-wrenching as ever, and you found yourself totally in awe of Brian’s abilities once more.

The closer Brian stepped the more you realised just how real this situation was. That was really Brian May, rock legend, two steps away from your body. Continuing to dance, you glanced up his frame: from the sparkly Adidas runners, up his long, slender jean-wrapped legs, to the glam rock top and the handsome face that came with it. He seemed even taller in person, and that thought send a familiar feeling running through your core.

He made the final step towards you, bent down slightly and spread his legs into that classic rock guitarist stance. He strummed with passion and continued to smirk as he looked to see what your reaction would be. God he was beautiful. His prominent nose was a work of art, and those deep hazel eyes hinted at his intelligence yet still retained a youthful glimmer of excitement. Of naughtiness.

You quickly made up your mind. You were going for it all tonight. Giving Brian a smile of your own you stepped closer between his legs and gave an exaggerated roll of your hips. You remained in sync with the rest of the cheerleaders, just adding body movements in the direction of the Red Special. You had always strived to be your own person and not just eye-candy in your cheerleading outfit, but you had to admit the swell of pride that you felt when Brian’s eyes ran from your breasts down to your toned stomach. He was looking at you! Brian May, rock legend and sex icon, found you attractive! As he shifted his gaze back to yours you felt a little embarrassed by the thoughts that had just run through your head, but that was soon forgotten as you saw him stick his tongue out a bit and lick his lips as he continued to play.

Finishing up the guitar section Brian bit his lower lip, gave a little half smirk and winked at you before straightening up and turning to the front of the stage. You could do nothing but stare at him as he walked away, hoping you were still at least somewhat in time with the routine.

Once he was out of your space you could tell that you had indeed kept time, and you proudly held on to that fact as you watched Brian weave through the other cheerleaders to get to the front for his solo. A bit of jealousy twinged in you as you saw him flirt with all the dancers on the way, but you quickly realised that you had absolutely no reason to feel like that. He was simply repeating the actions you had shared with a few more lucky women. Perhaps though, he was with you for the longest. You would feebly hold on to that hope for now.

You could see Jenna dancing her heart out at the front, putting everything into her movements for the audience. She was a sight to behold. No wonder the coach had put her in the first row. At this moment you were certain that all your hard work in the DCC had paid off and that you and Jenna had made the right choice to try out three years ago.

As Brian dazzled the crowd with his solo, coaxing the most beautiful sounds out of the Red Special while posing and working the audience, you buckled down and gave it everything you had as you knew the song would soon be over. You wanted to make the most out of this amazing experience and leave the stage with no regrets. So, you focussed on the music, focused on Brian, felt the rhythm flow through you as you moved and took in as much of the atmosphere as you possibly could. This would be something you remembered forever.

Then soon, too soon, Brian turned around and started making his way back from the B-stage towards you. Again he turned to all your friends on his way through. He paused in front of you once more, strumming and smiling away, and then stepped just behind you to communicate with Roger for the ending of the song. This was the cue for the cheerleaders to start your finale, all running up to surround the band and waving your pom-poms for the final notes.

As everyone crowded together you were hyperaware of Brian’s presence behind you. All the bodies on stage posed during the final chord, savoring the moment. Brian muted his strings in time with Roger’s last drum beat and the crowd could finally be heard as the music came to an end. The roar of the audience was everything you had hoped, and the pride of your team’s performance swelled in your chest.

Just then, you felt a large hand touch your shoulder. Was that Brian? You were frozen, still staring ahead at the crowd, and could do nothing but anticipate his next action. His hand slid from your shoulder to your upper arm, squeezing slightly. You felt him shift his weight and lean towards you, suddenly feeling his breath on your ear.

“Wonderful Darling.”

His soft voice sent a shiver through your entire body, and you felt your face heating up. These were both facts you hoped Brian didn’t notice as you turned to face him and said the first things that crossed your overwhelmed mind.

“Thank you. You’re amazing.”

Inwardly cringing at your reply, you smiled up at him as he let go of your arm to applaud your team. Despite your ineloquence, Brian seemed to appreciate your answer as he responded with a smile of his own. He winked again at you, causing your heart-rate to soar, and then turned to thank the rest of the team.

As you left the stage with the other cheerleaders, you turned back to look at Brian one last time. His eyes caught your own just as you were forced to step behind the door, and you hoped that it would not be the last time you saw their hazel beauty.

Chapter 4: Off Stage

Your team left the stage and gathered in the change room for a post-performance debrief. There were plenty of smiling faces as your manager started her speech.

“That was great girls!” She said as she paced the room. “Exactly how we rehearsed. I’m so proud of how you all adapted to this unusual show. I knew you could do it!”

You were still feeling the adrenaline from the performance, and cheered in celebration with the rest of the team.

“Towel off and relax now. All that’s left is to enjoy the rest of the music!”

Once everyone began to mill around, you wandered over to Jenna and grabbed her in a tight hug.

“That was amazing!” You said happily, looking up to Jenna’s smile and jumping around with her in excitement. “I could see you at the front; you were stunning Jenna!”

“Thanks Y/N! I couldn’t see you during the show, but I bet you were brilliant as well!”

Grinning at the complement, you pulled away from the hug but continued to grip Jenna’s hands as she spoke.

“How was it being on stage with your favourite band of all time? Were you close to Brian? That must have been really difficult for you…” Jenna laughed at her good natured goading.

“I’m not going to lie I almost forgot the routine a couple of times. He’s just amazing. They all are. Jenna I was only about a foot away from the Red Special!” Once started on your tirade you couldn’t stop. “He’s so talented. It was incredible to see up close.”

“Wow Y/N, you’ve got it bad.”

You nodded in acceptance and pursed your lips.

“But that wasn’t even the best part. He touched my shoulder during the applause and said we were wonderful,” you said, not really believing it yourself. Actually, you hoped the praise had been more personally directed, but thought that it was better to share it with the team.

“Girls! Did you hear that? Y/N heard Brian May say we were wonderful!” Jenna couldn’t contain herself and shouted to the whole room. There was a collective squeal and cheer from everyone. You were happy that the team was in such a good mood, and you smiled at Jenna for her outburst.

Just then, your manager then walked back into the room to share some more good news.

“I’ve been talking to Mr. Jim Beach and he has invited us for a group meeting and picture with Queen and Adam after the show. Please stay in your uniforms until then, we want to be recognisable in the photo.”

Everyone nodded their agreement and then started to leave the change room to go back to their seats for the remainder of the concert. You couldn’t believe your luck; you would be meeting Brian again after all!

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The second half of the show was just as good as the beginning. Brian’s guitar work in I Want it All was a particular highlight for you. They finished the set list with Bohemian Rhapsody. Queen then came back with an encore of We Will Rock You and We Are the Champions after a long standing ovation. The huge crowd began filing out of the stadium while your group remained in your seats to wait for the photo session.

After about 15 minutes, you were lead backstage again and then underneath to a hallway with some tables of food and drink. You could see Spike, Neil and Tyler eating and talking amongst themselves. They all waved as you passed and some girls congratulated them on the concert. Adam, Roger, and Brian were already there as well and greeted your group warmly as you arrived.

“Ah! The Dallas Cheerleaders!” Adam was the first to look in your direction, and his words made Brian and Roger turn towards you as well.

You all gathered in front of the tables facing the musicians and Brian stepped forward to make a little speech.

“Hello ladies, as usual I’ve been nominated to say a few words. I would like to thank you for putting on an amazing performance and giving the audience such an excellent surprise. I’m very glad that your manager got in touch and suggested this delightful collaboration. You gave us some great energy out there and we hope that you all enjoyed the concert!” He clasped his hands together in front of his chest and smiled warmly as everyone clapped and Roger shouted his agreement. “Let’s get the photo done first, and then we can mill about and chat. Jim, where do you want us?”

Miami Beach, as he was known to all who watched the movie, ushered the group of cheerleaders to one side of the room. You stood in the front row as you were a bit vertically challenged, and the lanky Jenna was at the back. Once your group was properly positioned, Miami told the band to each find a spot in the mass of people.

Being in the crowd, you hadn’t made any eye contact with Brian since the stage, but you were desperate to do so again. As Roger and Adam walked over to stand in between some of your teammates, you could see Brian start scanning the group. He was so tall that it wouldn’t matter where he stood, so you thought he must be looking for someone in particular. Your heart leapt at the thought that it could be you.

Finally, his eyes did indeed fall on yours and he smiled as he began to walk over. You smiled back, and took the hand he extended in greeting. It was big and warm, and you never wanted to let him go.

“Hello,” he whispered as he shook your hand and moved to stand behind you, changing his grip from your hand to your shoulder.

“Hi,” you returned his greeting. You enjoyed the way his hold tightened as you both posed for the picture, him crouching a bit so as not to block the people behind. Your manager held her camera up to take the picture.

“Say Queen on three… 1, 2, 3, Queen!” You smiled on cue and she took the picture. “Great! Thank you so much!”

Everyone was then invited to share the food and refreshments. As people dispersed throughout the room, you and the other girls around you turned eagerly to Brian. Feeling somewhat confident after his previous actions, you were the first to speak.

“I’m so excited to meet you Dr. May. This has been a dream come true for me.” The other girls nodded their heads as you talked. “You’re my favourite guitarist.”

Brian chuckled a bit at your awestruck expression and those of the other girls, obviously used to the adoration after over 40 years of it. Yet he was still gracious and humble.

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss…?” He let the end of his sentence drift off in a question.

“My name is Y/N.” You were slightly embarrassed you forgot to tell him earlier.

“What a lovely name Y/N, and you can call me Brian, though I will admit I do like to be reminded that I finished that PhD. Since I’ve gone through all that work, I find that I’m never called Doctor too much!”

You laughed with the rest of the group. The other girls introduced themselves and Brian chatted kindly, answering any questions they had about himself and his guitar. You knew the answer to almost all of them already, but just enjoyed the sound of Brian’s voice. You could see how passionate he was about music from the way he happily answered questions he’s been asked a thousand times.

Eventually Brian excused himself to get some food, and other girls all said their goodbyes. As you sadly turned to go as well, Brian grabbed your arm.

“Y/N darling, you don’t have to go,” he said with a smile. “I’d like to enjoy your company for a bit longer.”

“I’d like that too Brian.” You beamed up at him.

He led you to the food table by the small of your back. Since you were still in your uniform for the picture, his hand was touching your skin directly, big and warm as you’d come to expect. The heat radiated outwards from there and a rush of adrenaline coursed through you at the contact.

As Brian walked with you to the table you caught sight of Jenna across the room with a group around Roger. Seeing your companion, her eyebrows raised and she gave you an encouraging wink. You smiled at her and she turned back to Roger.

You and Brian had reached the food table, and sadly he let go of your back.

“So, Y/N, how long have you been a fan of Queen?” He looked down at you with those hazel eyes and a slight smile. God he was tall. And attractive.

“For as long as I can remember, but I actively started collecting your work when I was about 15, so 8 years ago.”

“Ah, I like a good collection,” he said, “and I’m glad that we’ve inspired you in some way.”

“Oh yes I have every Queen album, as well as your solo work, posters and…”

“Posters?” Brian interrupted you with a smirk.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Why did you mention the posters? Of course he would catch you out on that! Deciding to take the plunge, you cocked a hip and smiled back at him sweetly.

“Mmm hmm. Right on my bedroom wall, so I could look at a certain handsome guitarist whenever I wanted.” God you hoped you hadn’t overstepped.

Something you couldn’t quite read passed through Brian’s eyes, but he turned to grab some strawberries from the table, shielding his face from view.

“I wonder what happed to that young guitarist,” he said, and the bit of sadness in his tone broke your heart. You and Brian were the only ones left at the table, it was now or never.

“He’s hotter than ever.” You said with utmost sincerity.

He turned back to look at you with a strawberry in his hand. “Oh, you really are a wonderful girl.” His voice was deeper than usual, coaxing the flame inside you back to full heat. His eyes darkened as he looked down on you and took a slow, purposeful bite of the berry, and then licked his newly reddened lips. “I think I’d like to get to know you a bit better.”

Chapter 5: On Route

“I think I’d like to get to know you a bit better.”

Your poor heart felt like it was going to explode at his words. This man could melt your insides simply with a look. You couldn’t understand how it was possible to be this attracted to anyone; he had something special that you hadn’t encountered anywhere else. Panicking with pleasure, you said the first thing that popped into your head.

“Yes please,” you said, voice sounding scratchier than usual. Getting a grip on yourself, you quickly busied yourself by pouring a glass of water from the table. “I mean, I would also like that very much.”

Brian was obviously amused by how overwhelmed you were, for that sinful smirk appeared on his lips once more. He bent down to your ear and lowered his voice a bit.

“I’m going to start wrapping things up here. Why don’t you go back and get your things from the change room with the other girls, and I’ll meet you there after I’ve packed up?” You nodded your head. As Brian turned to look away he seemed to have a thought suddenly, and looked back at you to add, “Oh, and Y/N? You can keep that outfit on.”

Without waiting to see your reaction Brian left to go talk to Miami about ending the meet and greet. Soon the room was informed and people started putting the leftover food away, the well-oiled tour crew taking over. Everyone said their goodbyes and a short speech from Roger followed by a final round of applause signaled the end of the event. Brian waved to everyone before leaving with the rest of the band.

You met up with Jenna again on the walk back to the change room. She was burning with questions and eager to ask.

“So Y/N! You and Brian huh? You seemed to really hit it off tonight. I knew he couldn’t resist you, cute little thing that you are.” Jenna rambled off questions without even waiting for your answers. “Did you ask for his autograph, or to see the Red Special?”

Finally having the chance to get a word in, you told Jenna a version of the events that had happened. You didn’t want to share anything that could be used against Brian.

“He was as nice in person as his reputation. I didn’t ask for an autograph as I thought that would be a bit selfish of me, and really he was quite busy talking to everyone else as well. I couldn’t take up all his time by myself!”

“Well you two seemed to have a stimulating discussion over at the food table.” Jenna didn’t seem to fully accept your answer.

“Oh yes, we talked about music and how much he’s been an inspiration in my life. Maybe I flirted a bit. I couldn’t help it.” You tried to be as nonchalant as possible.

Jenna, as always, could see right through you. “Okay Y/N, keep your secrets. I just know how besotted with him you are, and I don’t want you doing anything you regret.” She gave you a faint smile. “Who knows what these old rockstars get up to.”

“Don’t be silly.” You didn’t want Jenna to know just how much you would do for Brian, or how much you were hoping would happen tonight. “He just knows I’m a big fan and was kind enough to indulge me.”

“Okay Y/N, I’m glad it was a memorable night.”

…

Everyone got to the room and began to change out of their uniforms, except for you. You tried to make yourself look busy in the bathroom area, and took the time as a chance to touch up your slight makeup and fix your hair again. Your manager told the team that they had tomorrow off, and said again that you did well today. Slowly people began to file out and go home. Once you heard the chatter die down, you came back into the main area to see it empty except for Jenna waiting for you.

“What is taking you so long Y/N? You’re usually so quick,” she said, looking confusedly at your outfit. “Are you going home in that?”

“Oh sorry Jenna! I didn’t know you would wait. Feel free to leave without me,” you said, hoping to avoid any confrontation.

Jenna simply raised her eyebrows at you.

“Look,” she said, “I’ll leave if you want me to, but don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You’re practically jumping out of your skin with excitement. Just leave your phone on and text me if you need anything, okay?” Then she opened her arms for a hug.

Grateful that Jenna knew what you wanted, you whispered your thanks as you walked into her embrace. After one of her patented tight squeezes, you told her to get a move on and have a nice night herself. She winked at you once more before leaving.

You sat in silence for a bit, thrumming with excitement for the night ahead, but not long after Jenna left, there was a knock. Brian peeked around door with a smile.

“Hello beautiful. I’m glad you’re still here.” You blushed at the complement.

“Of course Brian.”

He stepped into the room and extended his arms towards you, inviting you for a quick hug which you gladly accepted. Standing back, he cupped your chin and bent down to give you a kiss on the cheek. His lips were soft and sweet, but his eyes were a different story. They held the promise of what was to come.

He then unfolded the jacket he was carrying in his other hand, and draped it around your shoulders. It was much too big for you, coming down to your knees, but it was warm and smelled wonderful, just like him. Spicy and male. You were wrapped like a pretty present, claimed as his for the night.

“Shall we?” He grabbed your bag from the bench and raised his left elbow, offering his arm for you to grab a hold of. You took it excitedly and followed him into the hallway.

…

As you walked through the hall there were stagehands working on moving the show to the next location. Most of them were very busy, but some nodded to Brian as you walked past. Some others obviously knew you were there, but made a point not to look in your direction. Whether that was for Brian’s perceived privacy, or the suggestion of their secrecy, you weren’t sure. Or perhaps this was a common occurrence and they were simply used to it. Whatever the case, Brian didn’t seem to mind blatantly showing you off on his arm, obviously having trust in these people after years of touring. He occasionally smiled down at you and patted your hand on his arm, reminding you that you were exactly where he wanted you.

You approached a row of three towncars parked in the underground driveway. Adam and Roger were already there waiting to leave.

“And who is this lovely thing?” Roger spoke up as Brian led you closer to his bandmates. “We were waiting to ask if you wanted to join us at a bar, but I can see you’ve made other plans,” he smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Gentlemen, this is Y/N. Y/N, these two cads are Roger and Adam, in case you didn’t know,” Brian answered good-naturedly, ignoring his friend’s ribbing.

“Of course I know!” you spoke up. “What a great show tonight guys! The music, the lights and everything. It blew my mind!” You really wanted to express how much you enjoyed the concert.

Adam grew a naughty grin and said quietly to Roger, “I don’t think that’s the only thing that gonna get blown tonight…” before getting a swift punch in the shoulder from the drummer.

“Hey, Brian’s got himself a pretty little bird tonight. You don’t want to scare her away.” Roger said, as Adam was wincing from the strength of a veteran percussionist.

“Oh don’t worry boys, Brian couldn’t scare me away if he tried.” You wanted everyone, but especially Brian, to know you were more than willing to be there. Truth be told, you were a little turned on by being objectified in this way because you knew you had more to offer. You weren’t just a pretty face, but it was nice to be told you had one.

“I can see you’ll have your hands full with her tonight Bri, in more ways than one,” Roger winked. “We’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your evening.” He and Adam turned to get in their cars.

“You too,” Brian replied to his bandmates, “but don’t get too crazy. We have a lot of shows left to play!”

You could hear Roger chuckling as he closed the door to his car, before the engines started and he and Adam were driven away.

Brian placed your bag on the back of his car for the chauffer to put in the boot, and then stood behind you to help you remove the jacket. He put it with the bag and moved to open the right rear door for you. He made a sweeping gesture with his free hand, inviting you inside.

“I’d love to take you with me tonight, but remember it’s not too late to change your mind,” he said. He truly was a gentleman.

“Thank you Sir,” you smiled as you bent down to sit.

Obviously pleased with your reply, Brian closed the door and walked around to the other side of the car, where the driver had opened the opposite rear door for him. With a small grunt he lowered himself to sit beside you. The luxury car was spacious, but Brian still had to carefully arrange his legs to fit, and the top of his white curls brushed against the roof.

His presence was large and overwhelming, and it suddenly struck you that you were in a confined space with the legendary Dr. Brian May. Your heart rate sped up again, and you were sure it was beating loud enough for him to hear. Perhaps sensing your nervousness, Brian tried to change the mood.

“These old joints don’t bend quite like they used to, and back seats are always so small. I’d usually take the front, but with you here the back seemed to have much more appeal.” He smirked as he closed the partition to the driver and stretched his arm out across the seat and behind your head, adjusting in attempt to sit more comfortably. You returned his smile and leaned into his shoulder, melting into his embrace as he draped his arm around your bare shoulder. You could smell his cologne again.

“Funny,” you said just as the car started moving, “I’ve never seemed to have that problem.”

Brian chuckled, “I wonder why, you lovely little thing.”

Oh, those words in combination with his deep voice did something to you, and your thighs clenched together involuntarily. You squirmed playfully in his hold, and were glad the car was dark to hide your blush.

As the car turned out of the stadium, Brian gently drummed his fingers on your arm, playing your skin like a piano in absent thought. You sat in comfortable silence for about a minute, before your excitement got the better of you and you started fidgeting again. Brian must have liked the effect he was having on you, for he leaned closer to your ear and resumed speaking in that beautiful deep voice.

“I’m so glad I saw you tonight on the stage, Y/N, trying and failing not to be so obvious about what you wanted. You looked so wonderful up there: dancing and swaying to the rhythm of my guitar. You were the embodiment of rock and roll. And I wanted you all for myself.”

You turned to look at Brian, and the dark gaze on his face was the most beautiful and erotic thing you’d ever seen. In the darkness of the car, his eyes seemed to shine, pulling you into his grip.

“You have me now Brian,” you said breathlessly.

“Yes,” he smirked, “I do.” And then he leaned in to kiss you.

His lips were tender on yours at first, as if mapping every little curve. His arm tightened around you, and he brought his other hand up to cup your cheek as he continued to caress your mouth with his thumb and his lips. He was teasing, playful, and obviously very experienced. You let yourself be pliant in his grip, his hand tilting your head just how he wanted as he gently prodded with his tongue. You loved the feeling of his lips on yours, and relaxed into his touch, but eventually it wasn’t enough. As your eagerness built, you let out a soft moan and pressed harder against his mouth in encouragement.

Brian took your invitation and finally parted your lips, exploring the inside of your mouth with much more heat and passion. His tongue twisted with yours as you let him take more control. He tasted amazing, and faintly of the fruit you two had been eating earlier. You were lost in only his kiss! What else could this man do to you?

Coming up for air, Brian pulled back slightly to look at you again. You must have been quite the spectacle, with your light makeup smeared across your face, because Brian growled at the sight before him and plundered your mouth with renewed vigour. The sense of being so completely at his mercy was deliciously arousing. Heat flooded through your body and pooled in your core as he had his way with you. When it became too much you rolled your hips in search of friction on the seat, but were soon stilled by Brian’s strong hands at your hips. You looked at him in question.

“None of that now, Y/N,” he said to you with a slight smile. “I want you to wait until we get to the hotel. It’s not very far. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

Head still spinning from the kiss, you closed your eyes and whined softly, but Brian held firm.

“I’d like an answer Y/N.” Brian’s voice was sharper now, more demanding.

“Yes Brian, I can do that for you,” you said as you opened your eyes and looked up at him again. Despite his rules, Brian seemed to have the beginnings of his own problem as evidenced by the bulge in his lap. If he could wait, so could you. You would enjoy this night for as long as wanted.

“Good girl.” His voice was molten chocolate as he leaned in to capture your lips again.

Chapter 6: No Turning Back

Notes:

This is the last chapter before the smut starts! Thanks for sticking with me this far.

The rest of the car ride was a tantalizing mix of talking and teasing, and you were wound up as tight as a spring by the time Brian said you had reached the hotel, gesturing out the window. You pulled your gaze away from his face to look out. The hotel was beautiful, huge, and obviously very expensive. The kind of 5-star establishment that you knew you would never be able to spend for in your life. Seeing the look of wonder in your eyes, Brian spoke up.

“We afford ourselves a bit of luxury in our old age, I do admit,” he smiled. “Gone are the days of sleeping in a van.”

Brian’s driver brought you right to the front door, and parked in the drop-off zone. It was almost midnight, so there was nobody around the entrance. As you unbuckled your seatbelt and motioned to get out of the car, Brian put his hand on your hip to stop you.

“Sorry Y/N, I know it’s a little awkward, but I’m going to have to ask you to stay in the car for a second. There doesn’t seem to be anyone about, but you never know with paps these days, and we can’t see who’s inside. Is that okay with you?” Brian grimaced during his explanation.

Oh, you hadn’t even considered that people may see you. ‘The price of fame,’ you thought to yourself. It also wasn’t nice to be reminded of the elicit nature of your night with Brian, and you felt an uncomfortable twisting in your gut where there had been arousal only seconds before. Realizing that you hadn’t answered Brian, who was still looking at you with an apologetic expression, you quickly replied.

“Yeah that’s fine Brian. I understand.”

Giving you a quick grin and a wink, Brian moved to get out after the driver opened his door for him. After he stood up, he ducked back down to look into the car and gave you some more instructions.

“I’m going to go inside with Allan, my driver. If there’s nobody inside, I’ll come right back out and get you. But if there is, I’ll tell Allan the room number and you can meet me inside after a few minutes. Okay?”

You nodded your understanding and Brian closed the door, walking with Allan into the hotel. He had obviously done this before. What did it say about you that you were carrying on with a married man? Did his wife know what happened on tour? Did she care? Or was it just an accepted part of rock and roll life even after all these years? You had known from the start that Brian was married, and he had obviously cheated before, but did that make this any better? It shouldn’t have, but it did make you feel a whole lot less responsible.

Feeling a bit angry with yourself, mostly for the fact that these thoughts certainly weren’t going to change your decision to sleep with Brian, you looked down at your phone to take your mind off the subject. There were messages from your various friends asking you how the performance had gone, which you chose to ignore for now, as well as three more recent messages from Jenna.

Jenna: 11:32 PM
I hope ur having a good time you cheeky thing

Jenna: 11:34 PM
I honestly cant believe this is happening

Jenna: 11:47 PM
Youre obvs busy right now lol. Text me if u need anything

You loved how supportive she was, even in insane things like this. You couldn’t have asked for a better, more accepting best friend. You smiled down at your phone, quickly texting Jenna back.

Y/N: 11:56 PM
All is good here. Dont wait up ;)

You pulled up your camera, and used it to attempt to fix your makeup for the walk through the lobby. It was likely that Brian wasn’t coming back out if you were waiting this long. You did what you could with your spit and hands, and succeeded in wiping most of the smeared mascara and lipstick off. Very glamourous.

After a bit more waiting you saw Allan walk out of the hotel and back to the car. He grabbed something out of the boot, and then opened your door. You realized what it was when he handed you the jacket you were wearing earlier. Of course, you were still in your uniform!

“Put on the jacket please. Dr. May is incredibly smart, but he forgets some important details when he’s distracted.” Allan smiled knowingly. “He makes things harder than they should be sometimes, and forgets people have a hard time saying no to him.”

You put on Brian’s jacket as he continued talking.

“There’s still nobody outside, so you can get out right here. Dr. May is in room 2001, the Northwest penthouse suite.”

“Thank you Allan, I appreciate it. How long have you been working for Brian?” You were curious and wanted to make some conversation while exiting the car.

“About 15 years Miss. He usually calls me when Queen tours in North America.”

You could tell Allan had a lot of respect for his boss; that must be a good sign. Thanking him again, you walked into the hotel. It was even more splendid inside, with grand staircases to the upper common areas and glittering chandeliers to decorate the lobby.

There were a few people hanging around the front desk, so that must have been why Brian didn’t want to risk walking in with you. You tried not to draw any attention to yourself, or at least as little as possible for a woman who looked like she was wearing nothing but a coat that didn’t belong to her. Heading straight for the elevator, you were very happy when it opened right away. You stepped inside, pressed the button for the 20th floor and then the close door button before anyone else could walk in. It was a long ride up, but thankfully the lift didn’t stop at any other levels on the way. You reached the correct floor and nervously walked up to room 2001.

Taking a deep breath, you looked to see if anyone was in the hallway before knocking on the door. You heard a bit of shuffling, and then Brian’s handsome face appeared as it opened. Upon seeing you, he smirked deliciously, and your insides immediately returned to the mush they had been in the car.

“Hello Y/N. Come on in.” He opened the door wider to let you step past him into the room. Or rooms. You could tell at first glance that the place was huge.

Answering his greeting, you stepped inside and after Brian closed the door he immediately bent down to kiss you again. It was passionate and heated, picking up right where you left off during the drive, and you found yourself pressed against the entryway wall. You responded eagerly and brought your hands up to Brian’s broad, firm chest, indulging in the feeling of him against you.

Eventually, Brian pulled back to speak, but kept his hands on your shoulders.

“Though you look absolutely delicious in my jacket, perhaps you would like to take it off now?” He smiled and tilted his head with the question.

“Yes, thank you for lending it to me Brian,” you said as you turned around and he helped you out of the coat.

“No, thank you for keeping that cheerleading outfit on like I asked of you,” Brian continued speaking as he put the jacket in the closet. “Allan informed me before he went back to you that you probably feel a little conspicuous in what you’re wearing. I’m sorry about that. Sometimes I say things in the heat of the moment, and at this point in my life very few people question me, even if I’m being unreasonable.” He seemed sheepish admitting this perceived character fault. “Remember you can always say no.”

Brian’s face was serious as he looked at you, making sure you understood. You nodded your head, equally as serious. Satisfied with your response, he continued, more playfully.

“I’m very much enjoying you in it though. Whoever designed that costume knew what they were doing.” Brian finished with another wink, slipping easily back into a confident voice tone.

“I don’t mind wearing it Brian, it makes me feel sexy. Especially since I know that it pleases you.” You looked at the floor, slightly embarrassed with yourself, but at least you were being honest. You didn’t know what it was precisely, but something about Brian’s demeanor made you yearn for his praise.

“You please me.” Brian chuckled a bit, amused with your words, and led you by the hand from the doorway to a large sofa in the sitting area. The room was comfortable and luxurious, with a plush carpet under the furniture and a tray of treats and champagne served on the table. You saw that Brian had already poured two glasses.

He guided you into the seat and then took his place beside you, handing you one of the glasses and keeping one for himself. He raised his champagne in a silent toast, and you did the same, clinking the crystal together and taking a drink while observing each other. The tension and excitement was palpable.

The man of your dreams was sitting beside you, and you could barely stop yourself from crawling into his lap right there and then. His sharp nose, high cheekbones and full lips drew your gaze individually as you scanned his face, but once you reached his hazel eyes, you were lost within their depths. How could one man be gifted with so many perfections?

“I know what you want Y/N,” Brian smirked. “You may think you’re clever, giving those sultry looks and teasing me all night with that false bravado, but I can see right through you.” You could feel the arousal pool between your legs at his tone of voice.

Brian put his champagne down on the table calmly, and when he turned back to you his expression became predatory, dark and delicious.

“What have you gotten yourself into little girl? You wanted to see what rock and roll was all about… Well, trust me, I know. And I’m going to show it all to you tonight.”

He took the drink from your hands and then slowly pushed you down onto your back.

“Please Brian,” you said desperately, “I want you.”

He leaned over you then, his tall body easily covering yours as you lay between his arms on the sofa.

“I know baby. But you’ve got to work for it first.”

Chapter 7: A First Taste

You whined underneath Brian as he lowered his head to start kissing your face and neck. His lips felt hot and wet on your skin as he explored to his pleasure. With every new kiss the soft puff of his breath left a tingling sensation that lingered all over the surface of your body. You fought the urge to wriggle and buck up into him, knowing he wouldn’t approve, so you settled for bringing your hands up to grab his torso. Brian growled at the contact.

“Did I say you could touch Y/N?” Brian’s voice sounded dangerous as he stilled above you. You immediately dropped your hands back down.

“No Sir.” The title fell from your lips naturally, and Brian’s pupils grew impossibly larger as he smirked.

“I didn’t think so.”

Brian resumed devouring you with more fervour. He sucked, bit and licked messily at your neck and lips. Soon, he moved down your body, and did the same to your exposed stomach. You knew there would be considerable marks left behind, and another rush of sweet arousal shot to your core at the thought of being claimed as Brian’s. You would treasure the bruises for as long as they lasted, proud to cause such a reaction in him.

It was excruciating, lying so close to Brian and not being able to touch what you most wanted. He was ruthlessly unfair, taking his fill while leaving you starving for any scrap he would give you.

“You look delectable Y/N. That pretty young skin all flushed and red because of me.”

“Yes, only you Brian,” you panted, “you make me feel so good.”

Brain resumed his actions, giving you a small “hmm?” of encouragement.

“You’re so handsome. I love your strong hands. And the feeling of your wonderful lips.” You were spouting off anything that flashed into you head, rewarded each time by a tender bite from Brian somewhere on your body. “I love your nose.” Bite. “I love how your hair tickles my skin.” Bite. “And I especially love your voice.” One last nip and a hot tongue trailing up your neck.

“Is that so?” Brian drawled as he finally pulled himself off you.

Now that he was far enough away, you could see that he was hard from the make-out session and your words. It was glaringly obvious from the large tent in his trousers. Of course the rock star who chose to spend his life in front of an audience would like having his ego stroked. You locked that information away for later.

“Yes Sir.” You brought the title out again, and enjoyed the tremor in your gut as you said it.

You sat up on the couch seat. Brian’s eyes were dark and he smirked wide enough to show his sharp canine teeth. He confidently moved his hand to rest on his upper thigh, drawing your attention where he wanted.

“I think I have something else you’ll like.”

Brian spread his long legs apart, giving you a much better view. You had never before been so turned on by the thought of a man’s penis, but Brian wasn’t just any man, and you could feel yourself starting to salivate.

“Why don’t you come get a closer look?” Brian said cheekily.

Excited that he was finally going to let you touch, you eagerly reached towards his belt, only to be abruptly stopped by a forceful hand.

“No.” Brian’s voice was piercing. “I said a closer LOOK. Now get on your knees.”

God, that should not have been so hot. You could feel yourself growing even wetter at his words, probably ruining your panties beyond saving. What was wrong with you?

You immediately scrambled to kneel between Brian’s legs as he had asked, grateful for the plush carpet as you rested your hands on your bare thighs. From your new position on the floor, Brian looked huge. His legs extended past you on both sides like a cage, trapping you within his control. You had to crane your neck up to see that his long white curls were backlit from an overhead light. It was a view that commanded your full attention. And that was on top of the obviously large erection straining to break free inches from your face.

“Good girl,” Brian growled. “So lovely down there.” He looked at you while taking a few deep breaths.

“Before we go any further, I have to ask… Are you familiar with the traffic light system?”

“Yes Brian. Green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” You had read about the system online during one of your more curious browses. It seemed simple enough.

“Excellent Y/N. We can use that tonight if necessary,” Brian said. “Now, what are you at?”

“Green… So green Brian. Please let me touch you. I just want to make you feel good.” You felt overcome with anticipation.

Brian smiled down at you and passed his palm over his bulge. He was obviously enjoying this position and wanted to take his time.

“Since you beg so nicely, Y/N.”

Your eyes were glued to his long slender hands as they moved to unbuckle his belt slowly and gracefully. The man really was an awful tease. He unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly, giving you a first peek at his black briefs. You were so close now, and the thought panicked you a bit. You glanced up to Brian’s eyes once more. He was staring at you, hard. The clear lust on his face gave you all the confidence you needed.
Brian shifted slightly on the sofa, adjusting his trousers and briefs to sit lower on his hips. He moaned softly as the material shifted against his hard cock, and he pulled the top of his trousers down and away to give you a clear view.

Now with less material in the way, just one thin layer of tight cotton trying its best to cover the straining erection, you keened at the sight before you. You hadn’t even fully seen his dick yet, but right then you knew that the rumours were all true, Brian was big. He seemed to know it too, judging from the incredibly smug look he was giving you as your mouth opened subconsciously.

Finally, he pulled down the waistband of his briefs and let his member spring free. It seemed even larger than it had a moment ago, now standing proud and ready. He was thick and had prominent veins running down the long shaft, tip purple and eager with precome. You ran your eyes down to the base of his cock, where his hand had settled. He gave himself two quick pumps with his fist, and then let go to give you a full display. As opposed to the almost white curls on his head, his pubic hair was dark grey, covering his large ball sack. Brian leaned back to look at you intensely, waiting for your reaction.

“You’re so big Brian. Have such a wonderful cock. It’s going to stretch me so good.” You could hear Brian’s heavy breathing at your words, fluffing his ego.

“So I’ve been told. But you’ll have to wait for that.” Brian reached down to cup your cheek. He pulled your head up as he bent down to capture your lips once again. The kiss was surprisingly tender, his lips lingering over yours, and you almost forgot the bulging erection between you. After a moment, he moved to whisper into your ear.

“Right now I want those pretty wet lips around my cock,” Brian growled, suddenly becoming rough, and he pushed your head down to his crotch. Your mind was spinning with excitement. You loved how he could surprise you so easily, make you pliant to his every whim.

You willed your hands not to shake as you reached towards his penis. You were close enough to smell his musky scent, and his arousal encouraged your own. He was hard in your grip as you curled your fist around his shaft, unable to completely close your fingers around his size.

You weren’t inexperienced, and had definitely given a few blowjobs in your time, but Brian had probably done everything with everyone, which you had to admit was very arousing. And very pressuring. You were determined to use every trick you knew to make it good.

You gathered saliva on your tongue and slowly licked up his shaft, tasting the slightly salty skin and fluid that had already leaked out of his tip. You were messy on purpose, flattening your tongue to cover a wider surface area and lube him up for your hand to stroke at the same time. You were in your element, so surrounded by his smell and taste that he was all you could think about.

Brian seemed to be enjoying himself from the sounds he was making, moaning unashamedly at your movements and keeping slight pressure on you head with his hands in your hair.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N, enjoying my cock like that.” Brian’s voice was full of lust as he looked down on you.

You could tell he was getting impatient though, from the way his hands tightened in your hair, so you adjusted to take his tip fully into your mouth. Resting with it there momentarily, teasing him by swirling your tongue and breathing through your nose, you knew it would be near impossible to take him all the way. He was just so big.

Brian was obviously prepared for this.

“Just do your best honey,” he said perceptively, “I know it’s a lot.” He pulled you off him for a second. “What colour are you now?”

“Green. I want to do it for you,” you said immediately. You were so determined to please him and make him feel happy after all he’d done for you in your life. “I want you to feel good. I’ll tap your ankle if I need you to stop. Use me Sir. Please.”

Brian moaned deeply as your words and tone, pushing your head back down to his lap.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear sweet girl,” he said as you placed your lips around him again. “You are so perfect for me.”

You set a pace, bobbing up and down on his cock, taking him in as far as was comfortable to start. For now, Brian let you move as you wanted. You hollowed your cheeks and softly teased him with your teeth, gently massaging his balls with your hand. Brian gave off a series of long moans, rewarding you for your efforts.

Soon you were encouraged by his hands to go deeper, and started to feel his cock nudging the back of your throat. You fought to ignore your gag reflex and adjusted the angle slightly to take him further down.

“Fuck Y/N. Taking my cock so well.” Brian was losing control with every thrust, and before you knew it he was holding your head down to chase his pleasure.

“Such a pretty mouth you have.”

You started to gag and choke as Brian fully pushed himself into you, balls sitting on your chin. He held you there roughly, unable to breathe, just long enough, before pulling out and starting it all again. It was the deepest you’d ever taken anyone. You knew you looked like a drooling mess, moaning around Brian’s cock and taking his thrusts repeatedly as tears streamed down your face. Just a hole for him to use as he pleased. You were so wet from arousal, but you couldn’t focus on anything except the pace Brian was setting. It was nice not to think, not to worry, just be. Be there for Brian as he grunted above you.

“Look at you, chocking on my big cock. All ruined and used. But you love it, don’t you? Dirty girl.” Brian’s usually gentle voice was almost unrecognisable.

You whined at the words, making the only noise you could with your throat so full.

“Such a good little slut, but only for me.”

Suddenly his thrusts stopped, and he pulled his wet cock out of your mouth. It was glistening from all your hard work. You blinked up at him through teary eyes, wiping the spit from your chin. Brian was sweating, hair a mess, trying to regain some composure.

“Your mouth feels wonderful, Y/N, but I’m not as young as I used to be. We are only going to get one shot at this tonight, and I need to feel that tight pussy before it’s over.” He pulled you up off your sore knees.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Notes:

I'm not sure if I like how this chapter turned out. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 8: Sinful Fingers

Brian practically dragged you to the bedroom, and threw you on the large bed with ruthless efficiency. Landing on your front, you quickly flipped yourself over and propped yourself up on your elbows. The room was beautifully decorated, stocked with every possible luxury, but the focus was definitely the king-sized bed in the middle.

Brian looked at you from the side of the bed, breathing heavily. He was quite the sight, looming tall above you. His hair was bushier than usual, and his permanently-open shirt had become even more unbuttoned, showing his gorgeous chest, collar bones and sternum. A light sheen of sweat coated his brow, under which a set of dark eyes burned into your skin. Finally, his erection was still standing proud from his undone jeans, slightly covered by his shirt. As he stared at you, Brian took off his trousers, leaning on the bed to do so, and then threw them over a chair.

“You know Y/N,” Brian drawled as he scanned up and down your prone body, “I really do enjoy that little outfit of yours. But, I think, that I would enjoy it even more on the floor.” The old cliché sounded erotic from Brian’s lips.

“You’ll have to take it off me then,” you said cheekily, smiling up at him.

Brian growled and crawled onto the bed, arriving over top of you in seconds, on hand on either side of your head and his long legs straddling your thighs. As he bent over you, you reached up to grab his torso, only to be stopped by Brian for the second time that night.

“Hands above your head.”

Brian’s command was short and urgent, and you complied willingly, though disappointed at not being allowed to touch him again, crossing your wrists over one another. He then reached one large hand up and easily grabbed both your wrists at once, effectively pinning you down. You playfully struggled a bit, testing his grip, but there was absolutely no way you could move your hands. He was just so much bigger and stronger than you, even at 72. And that revelation was so very arousing.

“I’ve got you right where I want you, tiny girl.”

He kissed you roughly. Perhaps Brian had a bit of a size kink too.

You moaned as he pushed you down into the mattress, reaching with his free hand to remove your uniform top. Skillfully, his dextrous fingers untied the knot at the front and removed the material to expose your breasts. A deep grumble came from above as Brian looked at your chest.

“What beautiful, perky tits you have Y/N. Fucking delicious.”

Brian’s praise sent another tremor through you, and then he bent down to give your breasts some attention. He gently blew on your right nipple, making it hard and sensitive, while squeezing your left breast with his warm hand. The disparity between the two sensations was incredibly stimulating, and you couldn’t help but jerk upwards, hands still pinned above your head, when Brian’s hot mouth latched on to your right side. You whined as his pressure on your chest increased, stilling your movements against him.

He sucked, licked and gently nibbled with his teeth, driving you to insanity. Once he was satisfied, he moved to do the same with your other breast, still holding your hands down above you. At the same time, you felt his free hand reach down to your shorts (if you could call them that) and undo the button at the waist.

“Brian, that feels so good.” You couldn’t help but to tell home how much he was affecting you.

Brian hummed, still around your nipple, and slid his hand into your bottoms. Your pants were very tight, and Brian’s hand was very large, so he was firmly pressing against the front of your sex. You were wet and squirming, driven crazy by Brian’s fingers so close to where you wanted them most.

Moving his hand further down your shorts, Brian stopped teasing your breasts and focused his eyes intensely on your lower half.

“Oh Y/N, what’s this?” There was a condescending lilt to Brian’s voice as he slipped a finger between your folds. “So wet for me. I knew you liked sucking my cock.”

You couldn’t help but whine for his voice and his fingers as Brian played with your clit.

“Yes, Brian, I need you so bad.”

Brian drew lazy circles through your sex, teasing your entrance, but not yet going any further. You could tell he was getting frustrated from the restriction of your tight shorts, struggling to get his hand close enough.

Suddenly he growled, having had enough, and let go of your wrists to free his other hand. Quickly and angrily, Brian pulled your bottoms out of the way. Your whole body was heaved towards him as he removed the offending garment from your legs completely, and threw it across the room. He turned back to you then, looking raw, masculine and primal. You could only lay on the bed under him and swallow, awestruck at the sight.

Brian immediately placed both his large hands on your hips, keeping you still on the bed, and lowered his face between your spread legs. Your soaked, flimsy panties were the only thing left covering your body.

“Finally.” Brian’s voice was sinful. “This little pussy is all MINE.”

He inhaled deeply, smelling your arousal, and licked over your panties along your slit. You were grateful for the new position, not just because Brian was using his wonderful mouth, but also because your hands were finally free to touch him. You reached for his head and threaded your fingers into his soft hair, careful not to tangle them in his curls. You gently massaged his scalp, admiring him above you as he continued his ministrations.

Brian then roughly pulled your panties out of the way as well, probably tearing the delicate lace, but you didn’t care in the slightest. He finally slipped a finger inside, causing a gasp to slip from your throat. You were in heaven, with one of Brian’s hands on your hips and one in your hole: controlling yet giving. He used his long digits to his advantage, pumping and curling his finger just right inside you. You were so wet that Brian added a second finger almost immediately, thrusting quickly and making obscene squelching sounds come from your pussy.

Every so often he would add pressure to your clit with his tongue while still pumping with his fingers. He was incredibly skilled, and made you feel better than anyone had before. He was teasing you immensely: building your climax up, gently pressing on your most sensitive spots, and moving away just before you would lose control. You had been brought so close to the edge so many times that you were sure your orgasm would be intense when he finally let you have it.

By the time Brian added three fingers you were incoherent with lust, fists tight in his hair.

“Please Brian. Sir. Please.” You weren’t sure what you were begging for any more. You didn’t care if you came on his fingers or his cock, whichever he desired. You just knew you wanted it soon.

Brian chuckled as he lifted his face from your sex, chin glistening with your juices. God you had never seen a hotter sight in your life.

“Oh Baby… You beg so good for me, such a wanton little thing. But I don’t think you’re ready for my cock just yet.”

“Please Brian, I’ll do anything you want. Just please let me come,” you whined, no longer caring how needy you sounded.

Brian stared down at you, three fingers still buried in your core.

“If you are a good girl and come on my fingers, then you can have my big cock as a reward. How does that sound?”

“Yes please Sir. I’ll be good for you.”

“What colour are you Y/N?”

You were almost mad at him for being such a gentleman at a time like this, and couldn’t control the volume of your reply.

“Green Brian! PLEASE! I have never wanted anything so bad in my life.”

Brian laughed loudly and plunged his fingers deeper into you, stretching you deliciously to a pleasure-pain that was oh so wonderful. He was moving his fingers deep inside you in all the right places, building the tightness in your core more and more until you were desperate for release.

He had taken his other hand off your hips, using it to stroke himself and at the same time letting you rock against his fingers in your pussy. He pumped your folds and his cock in synch, and you fell into his quick rhythm. You felt so full and stretched, and were clenching in desperation around his fingers, so very close to the edge.

“That’s it Y/N. Good girl,” Brian said with a low voice. “Your little pussy is clamping so tight right now. I can’t imagine what it will feel like on my cock.”

Your breaths were coming fast and loud, panting underneath Brian as he continued.

“Look at you, pretty young thing. What would people think if they saw you right now, so pliant in my grip? Maybe you want them to see. Such a dirty girl you are underneath all that innocence.”

You whined at his words and his fingers, feeling the familiar twinge of an oncoming orgasm. You were losing it, past the point of no return, and could no longer work in any rhythm, just frantically grinding for friction from Brian’s hand.

“Yes Darling, come for me… Now.” Brian pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing it quickly, and you broke.

Your orgasm hit you hard, even more than you were expecting from all the teasing, and you moaned uncontrollably, caught in the ecstasy. You couldn’t control any of your muscles as they contracted, making your entire body twitch in pleasure. Your walls fluttered and pulsed around Brian’s large fingers, coating him with your arousal, as you rode wave after wave of release. Brian kept soft movements on your clit, lengthening your aftershocks of pleasure.

Once you finally came down from your high, you opened your eyes to Brian’s directly above you, dark and penetrating as always.

“Fuck Y/N that was so hot, you coming undone for me like that. I need my cock in you right now.”

After the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave you, you would do anything that man said.

“God, yes Brian. Fill me up.”

Chapter 9: All of Him

Brian pulled his fingers out of you slowly, your hole still soaked and sensitive from your orgasm. He sat back on his knees to remove his briefs completely, muttering a bit at his stiff joints. You looked up at him from the bed to admire his gorgeous form as he took himself in hand for a few more strokes, your juices spreading from his hand to his cock. He really was stunning, looking at you and licking his full lips in anticipation, and you wanted to see more.

“Shirt too please Sir?” you asked before he could lean back over you. You had always loved his open buttons and the way his chest was on display right now was incredibly sexy, but you were yearning to see Brian in his full glory when you had the chance.

Something like panic flashed across Brian’s eyes, but he quickly hid it, trying to dismiss your request.

“No it doesn’t matter, and I’m getting impatient. You won’t be able to tell the difference anyways once you’re incoherent and bouncing on my cock.”

His words were hot, but you wouldn’t be distracted from your mission.

“Oh please Brian you’re so gorgeous. I want to see all of you. It will only take a second.” You reached to undo the few buttons that still held his shirt in place, only to have your eager hands grabbed by his larger one.

“I said no.”

You were confused as you looked up at him, and couldn’t help the question that slipped out.

“Why?” You asked shyly, and were met with a slow sigh from Brian.

“Y/N I don’t look like your posters anymore. Just enjoy that fantasy Honey.” Brian’s voice was almost pleading with you to drop the subject. It was unsettling for you to hear such words from him, a man usually so confident. He had just made you come harder than you had in your life. Where was that cocky grin from the stage? He was a fucking rock God; surely he knew there were millions of women who would kill to be in your place right now.

“I don’t care about the stupid posters. I want to see YOU, as you are. Look at this,” you moved your hand from his loosened grip to your soaked pussy, “I’m wet because of you here with me.”

Brian wasn’t swayed.

“I know what all the girls like. I’m not stupid.” His voice was sharp. “I make music, I’m famous and I’m rich, and that’s enough to get me laid. A lot. It helps to come down after a show, as you’ve seen. But nobody really wants to see me take my shirt off anymore.”

There was a pause as he broke eye contact and looked down, hands fidgeting in his lap. Oh, so that’s why he didn’t like you touching his torso. Shit. You were panicking, afraid you ruined the moment. You wanted him to enjoy his night and fuck your brains out, you working to please him for all he was worthy, but now your stupid suggestions had put a wrench in the proceedings. You were desperate to bring things back on track, and show Brian that he had nothing to worry about.

“I want to see you, or I wouldn’t have asked,” you said, cupping Brian’s cheek. “You’re beautiful, smart, talented and incredibly sexy. I meant what I said backstage; you’ve aged like fine wine. You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen and I want you so badly it hurts.”

The absolute sincerity in your voice must have come through, because after a while Brian brought his eyes back up to look at you.

“Really?” Brian’s voice seemed astonished, but you could tell he believed you.

You nodded sheepishly at the admission. Now it was your turn to look down at the mattress, feeling self-conscious as you spoke of your deeper desires.

“Yes. I mean, you were always attractive, but now you’ve got something special. You’re distinguished, commanding respect and attracting adoration. But I must admit, the whole rock star thing doesn’t hurt either.”

Brian chuckled, that sexy confidence returning, “You really are a kinky little thing aren’t you?”

You grinned up at him in response, pleased that your speech had worked.

“Yes Sir. You bring it out in me.”

“Well, I guess I’ll let you see then, since you want it SO badly.” He was playfully mocking you, putting exaggerated emphasis on the words just as you had, “and I can’t say no to such a pretty little thing in my bed.”

“Yes please Sir. Thank you.” You were using that title liberally, giving Brian back his confidence and control.

Brian undid the remaining two buttons on his shirt, and let it fall open, finally giving you a full view of his torso. You groaned in appreciation, waiting eagerly as he slipped it off his shoulders. Surprisingly, his erection had only flagged slightly, and you could get him ready again in no time. Knowing he was sensitive about this area, but unable to stop yourself, you pressed your hands to his chest, admiring the light spattering of silver hair there.

He did have a bit of a tummy, and as your hands travelled lower he tensed slightly, obviously not used to allowing this intimacy. You found absolutely everything about this man attractive, and desperately wanted to show him how much.

“Oh god, Brian. You have no idea just what you do to me.”

The words were true, because you felt like you were going to melt into a puddle with your two naked bodies sitting so close to one another. You were a study of contrasts: large and small, old and young, hairy and smooth, but drawn together in lust and longing.

“I think I have a pretty good idea Y/N, because you are currently doing the same to me.”

Brian took hold of one of your wrists and brought it from his chest down to his cock, letting you wrap your fingers around him. He moved your hand with his own, guiding you up and down his shaft exactly how he wanted. His eyes bore into yours as he used your hand for his pleasure and preparation, and you could feel him growing back to full hardness. You were already so wet from his fingers earlier, but the intimacy of this position sent another flood of arousal through you.

“I hope you’re still ready Baby Girl, because I’ve been delayed long enough,” Brian continued speaking. “We’ve had a bit of a distraction, but I believe I said I would show you what rock and roll was all about tonight. Have we forgotten who is in charge?”

His voice reached a growl with the last words, and something dropped in your stomach. Your empty, eager hole clenched around nothing. That tone of voice really worked some magic. You needed him again.

“No Sir. You are.” Your voice was quiet as it left your throat, but it must have carried all the evidence of your arousal, because Brian pushed you back down onto the mattress and inserted his fingers into your core once again.

“Correct,” he drawled in that low voice.

You were excited by his return to dominance, ready to take anything he wanted to give.

“Still so wet Y/N, how perfect,” he said as he settled back over you, hand still exploring below. “We both know this is going to be a tight fit.”

Brian collected your arousal on his fingers, and proceeded to use it to lube up his erection. There was plenty to go around, for having him looming back over you with his hand in your core was sending a steady supply.
Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, he leaned down to kiss you roughly, and lined himself up with your weeping entrance.

“I want to feel that pretty pussy so bad Darling, but we are going to go slow, okay?” Brian looked into your eyes seriously. “Let me know if you need me to stop, or use the colours.”

“Okay Brian. I’m green right now. Please.”

And with your answer, you felt the blunt head of his penis against your folds. He pushed in slowly, just as he had said, and almost immediately you started to feel the burn of tightness, groaning with pleasure. It wasn’t painful, just the beautiful feeling of being stretched.

But the stretch didn’t stop where you expected, and as Brian continued to enter you, you felt yourself being pulled apart more and more. You had never experienced this much girth, and your entrance started to ache, even with the generous lubrication. Still, it wasn’t a painful ache. You were completely entranced with feeling so open for him, and wanted more that wonderful cock inside you.

Finally, Brian’s head slipped into you, and you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. It was too much and not enough all at once. Brian seemed to be in the same state as you.

“Oh Y/N you feel so tight and wet around me,” he groaned, eyes closed with pleasure and restraint. “Does my cock stretch you good?”

“Yes Sir. I love it. Please give me more.” You were in agony being stretched like this, but not properly filled.

“Of course Baby, asking so nice like a good girl.”

Fuck that was arousing, and then Brian started to insert himself deeper.

The pace was so slow that he felt even bigger, dragging across ever nerve that lined your walls. You had utterly no idea how Brian was teasing himself this much, because it was driving you absolutely insane. He must have had a lot of practice, patience a necessity when working with such a large tool. You were grateful because you knew that this could have been a very painful experience if he went too quickly. The downside of having a massive cock, you laughed to yourself in thought, going slightly mad from so much stimulation.

You felt him large within you, reaching deliciously deep inside, and spared a glance down at where you were connected to see the stretch for yourself. Oh shit. There was still a good two inches left to go before Brian would be fully seated.

Said man atop you stilled, feeling your muscles tense around him, and opened his eyes to look at you.

“You’ve got to relax sweetheart. We’re almost there.”

“I know Sir, you’re just so big.” You said the words before you really thought about them, and a concerned look crossed Brian’s face as he opened his mouth to speak. You quickly interrupted him before he could say anything.

“I’m still green though. Don’t stop.” You willed your muscles to relax as Brian looked down at you, sitting in silence for a moment.

“That’s much better Y/N, and I’m glad you used the colour system,” Brian trailed off slightly, pausing to put emphasis on his next words, “But you will not interrupt me again.” He placed a hand on your lower stomach, feeling himself within you, and lowered his voice to a commanding tone. “Good girls listen when I tell them something. You don’t want to push me right now; I’m aching to bury myself inside you but I know I have to go slowly. Good girls wait for me to give them what they need.”

You didn’t know what was wrong with you but you were so incredibly turned on from Brian’s words and dick that you couldn’t think straight.

“Are you going to be a good girl Y/N?”

His tone was so patronizing, but so, so hot.

“Yes Sir.”

“Excellent. Then we can continue.”

Brian placed your hand where his had been on your front, wanting you to feel him inside you, and finally pushed the last few inches of himself into your core at the same agonizing pace. You were stuffed deliciously full with his cock, so thick and long, and your body ached to accommodate his size. When his balls settled against you, Brian remained still, fully inside, and let you adjust to the feeling. It was torture to take so much, yet have no friction to work with, and you knew he was feeling the same way.

“You’re so tight Y/N. That little pussy is squeezing me so well.” Brian’s voice was gravelly with restraint. “Let me know when you are ready.”

Fuck, he was so big that you couldn’t move without sending a new twinge somewhere in your core. You clenched and unclenched around him, trying to loosen up and get a feel for his intrusion inside you. Finally, after adjusting your hips slightly, the pain started to fade and all you could feel was sweet pleasure. You needed that man to start moving.

“I’m ready Sir. Please.”

Chapter 10: Finally His

Notes:

Daddy kink warning for this chapter. If that doesn't appeal to you, then read the alternate chapter following this one. It is almost the exact same, but without that particular kink. Either way, I hope you enjoy ;)

“I’m ready Sir. Please.”

Brian smiled down at you, and kissed your lips eagerly, seemingly pleased with your response. As he leaned back up he looked at your face.

“Are you on birth control Y/N? I know the odds are low, but I want to make sure.”

Honestly you hadn’t even thought about that, so overwhelmed and excited by your night with Brian, but luckily you were indeed strict with taking your pills. He was already inside you without a condom. Had all your sanity gone out the window at the crook of his finger? Apparently yes. You decided to trust in the birth control alone, considering Brian’s age, and just give him a straight answer.

“Yes I am.”

“Good baby, because I want to come nice and deep in this pussy.”

Fuck. With words like that, you would be surprised if he didn’t have a few illegitimate children running around.

Brian pulled himself out of you partially, and set a slow pace thrusting back in, still warming you up and letting you feel every movement across your walls distinctly. He felt so good inside you, each thrust sending licks of fire through your nerves. You moaned deeply from your throat and let the feeling of ecstasy overtake you, no longer worried about your normal inhibitions.

Looking up above, you saw a sight you knew you would remember forever. Brian’s face was locked in the throes of pleasure. His mouth was hanging open slightly, letting his heavy breaths flow over his kissable lips, and his eyes were shut as if all his attention was absorbed by the feeling of you. With every thrust, his gorgeous curls bounced slightly above you, tantalizing and ethereal. He was so very beautiful, you thought, but completely masculine at the same time. You couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming to the tense muscles in his arms, and then to his broad shoulders, covered in sweat and body hair that shone slightly in the dim light. It appealed to a primal part of your nature to have such a man above you, taking you as his.

Through that mysterious sixth sense, Brian must have felt you staring at him, for he opened his eyes to meet yours. As usual, you felt like those hazel eyes could look right into your soul. Brian’s presence was almost overwhelming, in the best sense of the word. He felt huge inside, pleasuring your core, and equally giant above. It was like every part of you was wrapped up in him at once: both physically and mentally. You loved it. You felt small and at his mercy, yet safe and secure in his arms.

“That’s it baby,” Brian said sensually as he trusted into you, “You feel so good, taking my cock like this. Such a perfect little girl for me Y/N.”

You whimpered at his words, and Brian began to speed up the pace. He was so hard and long, touching you so sweet and deep inside, that you were quickly getting lost to the pleasure. Your whining and keening seemed to spur Brian on, knowing that he was driving you crazy beneath him.

“Yes Y/N. Let yourself go. Tell me how you feel. I want to hear those pretty noises you make, impaled on me so tight.” His voice was arousing, and his thrusts felt so good against you. You would do anything he wanted.

“God Sir, you’re so amazing. Filling me up so good. I love it.” You moaned your feelings in a stream of consciousness, punctuated by Brian pounding into you in each pause. He was really going for it now, pulling out almost all the way with each thrust and slamming back in, rearranging your insides around him. It felt so good taking his thrusts, and letting him claim you as his.

The sounds of your lovemaking were loud and erotic, Brian’s cock slipping in and out of your soaked pussy with wet sputters. You could hear the primal sounds of his skin meeting yours, and the grunts and moans you or he would make after a particularly good moment. You were getting so close: your inner muscles tightening around him more and more, and your clit swollen with arousal. You just needed that extra something to bring you over the edge, climax just out of reach.

“Harder Sir, please. I need your big cock so much.” You were pleading with Brian to give you a little more. “I’m so close.”

You reached down to touch your clit and relieve the tension there, but Brian was quick to take your wrists in his hand again, locking them down above your head.

“No touching baby. Only I get to touch this pretty pussy. All MINE.” The raw possessiveness in his voice made your insides twinge, but not enough for release.

“Sorry Sir,” you whimpered, almost crying in frustration. You were so damn close it was an agonizing pleasure. “I’m all yours.”

Brian was pleased with your submission as he continued to thrust into you brutally, your whole body moving every time he seated himself. You could feel his entire length as he pulled out as far as he could and then slammed into you all the way.

“You’re being such a good girl Y/N, but I think you’re still holding something back,” Brian’s voice was animalistic as he spoke to you, leaning into your ear. “Beg for me.”

You whined at his words, trying in vain to find your climax.

“Please Sir. I want it.”

“You want what?” Brian’s voice was at once both teasing and cocky.

“To come. Please!” You raised your voice. The desperation for release was pushing you to forget your manners and yourself, but Brian was unrelenting.

“You want to come on my cock baby? I don’t know if you need it bad enough yet.”

“Yes PLEASE I need it!”

“Please who?”

“PLEASE DADDY!”

Brian growled immediately at those words, loud and satisfied. “There it is baby. I knew you had a dirty little secret,” he said, teeth gritted, as he brought his hand to your clit, rubbing hard, finally giving you the stimulation you needed.

“Good girl Y/N. Come on daddy’s big cock.” Brian’s voice was filled with every sinful fantasy you’d ever had, and you were released into blinding ecstasy at last.

Your long awaited orgasm hit you like an intense snap, walls clenching hard around Brian inside you and fluttering quickly due to his size. You moaned uncontrollably as your body shook beneath his. Brian kept thrusting, fucking you right through your orgasm with an erratic rhythm signalling how close he was as well. He was growling and plunging into you roughly, his fingers on your wrists tightening enough to leave marks, but you didn’t care. Still pulsing with your high, you wanted nothing more than to give Brian the same pleasure he had given you.

“Fill me up please daddy.” Words had never felt so wrong but so right.

After one last thrust, Brian buried his cock as deep as possible as he came with a low rumble. His warm bursts of pleasure covered your insides, claiming you as his in the most primal way. Spent, after such a lengthy exertion, Brian collapsed on top of you. He held you tightly, and you him, as you twitched and milked his cock dry. It was wonderful to be pressed into the mattress by his presence, keeping you close after the pleasure you had shared.

As you both came down from your high, thoughts came running through your head. You were both appalled and excited by what had just happened. You couldn’t believe that you’d said those words to Brian May of all people, but it was incredibly freeing. And he seemed to be just as in to it, the dirty man.

Soon, you were brought out of your inner dialogue by Brian stirring above you. His penis shifted inside you, and you clenched once again around his spent cock, earning another deep groan from him.

“You were so good sweet girl,” he whispered into your ear, still lying on top of you, “just as I thought all those hours ago at the arena.”

“I’m happy I could help Sir.” You had wanted your words to seem cheeky and flirty, but with Brian’s large body on top of your chest they came out as a bit of a wheeze.

Brian immediately took some of his mass off you, pushing up onto his arms. You missed the weight of him, but were happy to see his face again.

“Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to crush you, cute little thing.” He laughed slightly at the situation.

“Don’t worry Bri, I can handle a lot.”

“Considering what just happened, I know you can.” Brian winked and you both chuckled, feeling giddy after the intense sex.

He gave you another kiss, tender this time, and then pulled out of you slowly. You could feel your combined come slide out of your hole as he removed himself. You suddenly felt very empty, having gotten used to Brian’s large presence inside you, and clung to his shoulders to keep him close. Your pussy felt well-used, and completely satisfied.

Brian then rolled over to lie beside you on his back, both staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence. Your chests were still rising steadily while regaining your breath. This night had been one wild ride; you almost couldn’t believe that was Brian May lying beside you.

“Why me Brian?” You couldn’t help but ask the question you had been too scared to think about all night.

Brian seemed to consider his answer for a moment, before voicing quietly, “You didn’t see me for what I was, but for what I am.”

You were proud that he saw you in this way, and your heart gave a little twinge at his genuine answer.

“Also I’m a vain old man with a massive ego and I can’t resist pretty girls who flash their eyes as me.” Brian brought some levity back into the conversation, and you playfully slapped his chest beside you. “And you looked like you’d be an enthusiastic shag.”

You laughed again at his words. “I happen to love that massive ego, it’s quite sexy.”

You could sense Brian’s smile beside you even though you couldn’t see it.

“You’d be the first,” he said as moved to get up from the bed. As he was standing up, he grunted in obvious discomfort, and placed his hand on his lower back. “Fuck I’m getting old,” he stated, walking to the ensuite bathroom.

“I wouldn’t have known it 5 minutes ago. That was the best sex I’ve ever had Brian,” you called to his back as he left view, burying yourself under the covers.

“Years of practice darling!”

You could hear rustling in the bathroom, and Brian emerged with a large towel in hand. He was still naked, somehow having completely forgotten about his earlier insecurities. You were so happy to see this change is him, hoping that you had something to do with it.

Brian gave the towel to you to clean yourself up with, and you took it gladly, wiping the now sticky area between your legs. Brian climbed back into the bed as you threw the towel on the floor, and pulled his side of the blankets up.

“Stay the night Y/N. I’ve got nothing in the morning.”

It wasn’t really a question, but since you had the day off tomorrow, you were very happy to stay.

“I’d love to.”

Brian murmured some kind of answer, already getting ready to sleep, and you made yourself comfortable on the mattress. Before long, you heard soft snoring coming from the other side of the bed, signalling that Brian had drifted off. You relaxed and soon joined him, proud to have given him what he needed after the concert.

Chapter 11: Finally His (Alternate)

Notes:

This is the alternate chapter for Chapter 9: Finally His. It contains the same content, but without the Daddy kink. If you've already read the original chapter, then just skip this one! (Unless you want to read it again haha). Thanks!

“I’m ready Sir. Please.”

Brian smiled down at you, and kissed your lips eagerly, seemingly pleased with your response. As he leaned back up he looked at your face.

“Are you on birth control Y/N? I know the odds are low, but I want to make sure.”

Honestly you hadn’t even thought about that, so overwhelmed and excited by your night with Brian, but luckily you were indeed strict with taking your pills. He was already inside you without a condom. Had all your sanity gone out the window at the crook of his finger? Apparently yes. You decided to trust in the birth control alone, considering Brian’s age, and just give him a straight answer.

“Yes I am.”

“Good baby, because I want to come nice and deep in this pussy.”

Fuck. With words like that, you would be surprised if he didn’t have a few illegitimate children running around.

Brian pulled himself out of you partially, and set a slow pace thrusting back in, still warming you up and letting you feel every movement across your walls distinctly. He felt so good inside you, each thrust sending licks of fire through your nerves. You moaned deeply from your throat and let the feeling of ecstasy overtake you, no longer worried about your normal inhibitions.

Looking up above, you saw a sight you knew you would remember forever. Brian’s face was locked in the throes of pleasure. His mouth was hanging open slightly, letting his heavy breaths flow over his kissable lips, and his eyes were shut as if all his attention was absorbed by the feeling of you. With every thrust, his gorgeous curls bounced slightly above you, tantalizing and ethereal. He was so very beautiful, you thought, but completely masculine at the same time. You couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming to the tense muscles in his arms, and then to his broad shoulders, covered in sweat and body hair that shone slightly in the dim light. It appealed to a primal part of your nature to have such a man above you, taking you as his.

Through that mysterious sixth sense, Brian must have felt you staring at him, for he opened his eyes to meet yours. As usual, you felt like those hazel irises could look right into your soul. Brian’s presence was almost overwhelming, in the best sense of the word. He felt huge inside, pleasuring your core, and equally giant above. It was like every part of you was wrapped up in him at once: both physically and mentally. You loved it. You felt small and at his mercy, yet safe and secure in his arms.

“That’s it baby,” Brian said sensually as he trusted into you, “You feel so good, taking my cock like this. Such a perfect little girl for me Y/N.”

You whimpered at his words, and Brian began to speed up the pace. He was so hard and long, touching you so sweet and deep inside, that you were quickly getting lost to the pleasure. Your whining and keening seemed to spur Brian on, knowing that he was driving you crazy beneath him.

“Yes Y/N. Let yourself go. Tell me how you feel. I want to hear those pretty noises you make, impaled on me so tight.” His voice was arousing, and his thrusts felt so good against you. You would do anything he wanted.

“God Sir, you’re so amazing. Filling me up so good. I love it.” You moaned your feelings in a stream of consciousness, punctuated by Brian pounding into you in each pause. He was really going for it now, pulling out almost all the way with each thrust and slamming back in, rearranging your insides around him. It felt so good taking his thrusts, and letting him claim you as his.

The sounds of your lovemaking were loud and erotic, Brian’s cock slipping in and out of your soaked pussy with wet sputters. You could hear the primal sounds of his skin meeting yours, and the grunts and moans you or he would make after a particularly good moment. You were getting so close: your inner muscles tightening around him more and more, and your clit swollen with arousal. You just needed that extra something to bring you over the edge, climax just out of reach.

“Harder Sir, please. I need your big cock so much.” You were pleading with Brian to give you a little more. “I’m so close.”

You reached down to touch your clit and relieve the tension there, but Brian was quick to take your wrists in his hand again, locking them down above your head.

“No touching baby. Only I get to touch this pretty pussy. All MINE.” The raw possessiveness in his voice made your insides twinge, but not enough for release.

“Sorry Sir,” you whimpered, almost crying in frustration. You were so damn close it was an agonizing pleasure. “I’m all yours.”

Brian was pleased with your submission as he continued to thrust into you brutally, your whole body moving every time he seated himself. You could feel his entire length as he pulled out as far as he could and then slammed into you all the way.

“You’re being such a good girl Y/N, but I think you’re still holding something back,” Brian’s voice was animalistic as he spoke to you, leaning into your ear. “Beg for me.”

You whined at his words, trying in vain to find your climax.

“Please Brian. I want it.”

“You want what?” Brian’s voice was at once both teasing and cocky.

“To come. Please!” You raised your voice. The desperation for release was pushing you to forget your manners and yourself, but Brian was unrelenting.

“You want to come on my cock baby? I don’t know if you need it bad enough yet.”

“Yes PLEASE I need it!”

“Please who?”

“PLEASE SIR!”

Brian growled immediately at those words, loud and satisfied. “There it is baby. So good for me, begging so nice like I asked,” he said, teeth gritted, as he brought his hand to your clit. He rubbed hard, finally giving you the stimulation you needed.

“Good girl Y/N. Come on my big cock.” Brian’s voice was filled with every sinful fantasy you’d ever had, and you were released into blinding ecstasy at last.

Your long awaited orgasm hit you like an intense snap, walls clenching hard around Brian inside you and fluttering quickly due to his size. You moaned uncontrollably as your body shook beneath his. Brian kept thrusting, fucking you right through your orgasm with an erratic rhythm signalling how close he was as well. He was growling and plunging into you roughly, his fingers on your wrists tightening enough to leave marks, but you didn’t care. Still pulsing with your high, you wanted nothing more than to give Brian the same pleasure he had given you.

“Fill me up please Sir.”

After one last thrust, Brian buried his cock as deep as possible as he came with a low rumble. His warm bursts of pleasure covered your insides, claiming you as his in the most primal way. Spent, after such a lengthy exertion, Brian collapsed on top of you. He held you tightly, and you him, as you twitched and milked his cock dry. It was wonderful to be pressed into the mattress by his presence, keeping you close after the pleasure you had shared.

As you both came down from your high, thoughts came running through your head. You were both appalled and excited by what had just happened. You couldn’t believe that you’d said those words to Brian May of all people, but it was incredibly freeing. And he seemed to be just as in to it, the dirty man.

Soon, you were brought out of your inner dialogue by Brian stirring above you. His penis shifted inside you, and you clenched once again around his spent cock, earning another deep groan from him.

“You were so good sweet girl,” he whispered into your ear, still lying on top of you, “just as I thought all those hours ago at the arena.”

“I’m happy I could help Sir.” You had wanted your words to seem cheeky and flirty, but with Brian’s large body on top of your chest they came out as a bit of a wheeze.

Brian immediately took some of his mass off you, pushing up onto his arms. You missed the weight of him, but were happy to see his face again.

“Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to crush you, cute little thing.” He laughed slightly at the situation.

“Don’t worry Bri, I can handle a lot.”

“Considering what just happened, I know you can.” Brian winked and you both chuckled, feeling giddy after the intense sex.

He gave you another kiss, tender this time, and then pulled out of you slowly. You could feel your combined come slide out of your hole as he removed himself. You suddenly felt very empty, having gotten used to Brian’s large presence inside you, and clung to his shoulders to keep him close. Your pussy felt well-used, and completely satisfied.

Brian then rolled over to lie beside you on his back, both staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence. Your chests were still rising steadily while regaining your breath. This night had been one wild ride; you almost couldn’t believe that was Brian May lying beside you.

“Why me Brian?” You couldn’t help but ask the question you had been too scared to think about all night.

Brian seemed to consider his answer for a moment, before voicing quietly, “You didn’t see me for what I was, but for what I am.”

You were proud that he saw you in this way, and your heart gave a little twinge at his genuine answer.

“Also I’m a vain old man with a massive ego and I can’t resist pretty girls who flash their eyes as me.” Brian brought some levity back into the conversation, and you playfully slapped his chest beside you. “And you looked like you’d be an enthusiastic shag.”

You laughed again at his words. “I happen to love that massive ego, it’s quite sexy.”

You could sense Brian’s smile beside you even though you couldn’t see it.

“You’d be the first,” he said as moved to get up from the bed. As he was standing up, he grunted in obvious discomfort, and placed his hand on his lower back. “Fuck I’m getting old,” he stated, walking to the ensuite bathroom.

“I wouldn’t have known it 5 minutes ago. That was the best sex I’ve ever had Brian,” you called to his back as he left view, burying yourself under the covers.

“Years of practice darling!”

You could hear rustling in the bathroom, and Brian emerged with a large towel in hand. He was still naked, somehow having completely forgotten about his earlier insecurities. You were so happy to see this change is him, hoping that you had something to do with it.

Brian gave the towel to you to clean yourself up with, and you took it gladly, wiping the now sticky area between your legs. Brian climbed back into the bed as you threw the towel on the floor, and pulled his side of the blankets up.

“Stay the night Y/N. I’ve got nothing in the morning.”

It wasn’t really a question, but since you had the day of tomorrow, you were very happy to stay.

“I’d love to.”

Brian murmured some kind of answer, already getting ready to sleep, and you made yourself comfortable on the mattress. Before long, you heard soft snoring coming from the other side of the bed, signalling that Brian had drifted off. You relaxed and soon joined him, proud to have given him what he needed after the concert.

Chapter 12: The Morning After

Notes:

Daddy kink warning in this one again, because I can't help myself. Same goes as last time: there is an alternate chapter to follow without it!

You woke up from your restful sleep with a long arm draped across your stomach. You and Brian had drifted closer together during the night, his warm side pressed against yours as he lay on his front: almost as if you were a teddy bear in his grasp. Despite the light of morning shining through the gaps in the curtains, you were still groggy and blissfully content to lay there for a while before Brian woke up.

Since you had the opportunity, you stole a quick glance at the man beside you. He was breathing softly with his mouth slightly open on the pillow. The ease of sleep had softened his features, smoothing the creases on his face and making him appear peaceful and relaxed. You could not believe what had happened last night, and wanted to commit his beautiful face to memory as you enjoyed being with him.

The more you lay there on the bed, the more you started to get nervous about what would happen when Brian woke up. You didn’t want this moment to end. What if he regretted last night, now that he was no longer caught up in the emotions from the concert? You had known you were only going to get Brian for one night, but couldn’t help hoping for more. You were dreading the moment this experience would end.

You must have shifted too much with your increasing heart rate because Brian started to stir beside you.

“Hmm,” he grumbled, voice gravelly from sleep, “Good morning darling.” His eyes were still closed as he spoke to you.

“Morning Bri.”

He rolled onto his side, pulling you closer to his chest as he adjusted, and sighed contently into your ear. In contrast to you, Brian was obviously completely at ease, used to waking up in this situation with a relative stranger. He held you softly in silence, long legs spooned against yours, until he was awake enough to speak properly. From how long he lay with you, drifting in and out of consciousness, you could tell Brian was not a morning person.

“How are you feeling this morning Y/N?” His voice was gentle and caring, and it was nice to hear your name on his lips once more.

Now that you thought about it, you could feel a dull ache between your legs where Brian had been last night. Your wrists were tender too, when you moved them, and you probably had bruises forming from his tight grip.

“A bit sore, honestly.”

“I didn’t hurt you did I love? Sometimes in the heat of the moment I get a little carried away.”

A worried tone appeared in his voice at your admittance, and you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.

“No Brian. I loved every minute of it.”

“That’s good to hear baby. So did I.” He quieted for a second, before continuing. “What are you doing for rest of the day?”

Your heart beat with anticipation at his question. How lucky could one girl get?

“I don’t have any plans Brian.” You had actually thought about meeting up with Jenna, but were sure she would understand.

“You do now.”

With that, Brian got up and excused himself to go to the bathroom. You fell back on the pillows and admired the view of his rear as he walked from the bed. Once he was gone you squealed silently to yourself, excited that Brian wanted to keep you around, and glanced to the bedside clock. It was 11:16 AM; Brian must have really tired you out last night as you usually didn’t sleep in this late. At least you would still have plenty of time for whatever he had planned.

Brian was occupied, so you thought you could find your phone and let Jenna know you were okay but too busy to meet today. You looked around the room, wondering where you had left it last night. Not seeing it anywhere, you concluded that it must be out in the sitting area, where you had left your bag after immediately being distracted by Brian. You didn’t quite want to get up yet so you decided to text Jenna later, and closed your eyes for a quick rest.

As you lay there, the activities of the previous night all came back, running through your head. You flushed anew as you remembered exactly what had happened, and how much you had enjoyed it. You were getting worked up again just thinking about it.

After a few minutes, you heard water start running in the bathroom, and Brian popped his head around the door.

“I’m going to take a shower Y/N. Why don’t you come join me?” Brian gave you a cheeky wink, and stepped back into the bathroom before waiting for your reply, like he knew you were incapable of resisting him.

Well, as usual, he was right. You climbed out of the large bed and crossed the bedroom, butterflies nervously twitching in your stomach again. You knew he had already seen everything, but now there was a lot more light in the room, and you felt self-conscious walking around naked.

As you entered the huge bathroom, you saw your reflection in the mirror for the first time since last night. You knew he had been rough, but weren’t quite expecting the sight before you. You had numerous hickies and faint bruises on your neck and breasts from where Brian had kissed and bitten last night, and finger-shaped marks on your hips. Bringing your arms into view, you saw that your wrists had sustained some bruising as well, to go along with the dull pain. You looked absolutely wrecked and owned, and it sent another fire burning in your core knowing Brian had done this to you. He’d marked you as his, with no thought spared for how you could possibly hide the evidence.

You glanced to the shower, glass already steamy and hiding Brian’s form. Soon he’d see all his work for himself. You hoped he would like it as much as you did. Looking at all the love-bites again, you were pulled out of your nervousness. Brian obviously liked your body enough to do this to it, so you had no need to feel self-conscious.

“I’m waiting baby.”

Brian’s sing-song voice started you. You hadn’t thought he knew you’d entered the room. Quickly, you ran over to the shower door and opened it up.

“Sorry Sir,” you said as you stepped in with him.

The first thing you noticed in the shower was again the sheer size disparity between you and Brian. The shower was big, but it was still an enclosed area, and Brian seemed larger than ever standing next to you so close and imposing. You were almost completely blocked from the water stream, standing in the shadow between his feet. You knew he was tall, but god, right now, you felt small and trapped. The combination was deliciously arousing.

The second thing you noticed was Brian’s dark gaze lingering on your body, especially where he had left marks of passion. He stared down at you, eyes roaming over your neck and breasts, with a satisfied smirk, evidently pleased with his work. Just as you desired more contact, standing before him on display, he reached a possessive hand out, tracing your naked skin with his burning touch.

“You look lovely Y/N, wearing all my marks like a good girl.” Brian’s voice was pure sin. “I know you like them, dirty little thing. Staring at yourself in the mirror.”

He moved his hand from your chest to your throat, applying the slightest pressure and stroking his thumb up and down your neck.

“Everyone will see, and wonder who you let do this to you.”

He forced your chin upwards to look in his eyes.

“And what will you tell them Y/N?”

Brian was staring at you with an unreadable expression, waiting for your reply. You were completely at his mercy, naked in his strong grasp, and incredibly aroused once more. You weren’t sure what answer Brian was looking for. He clearly enjoyed the signs of possession on your skin, but he was famous, and married, also making sure that you would be discrete.

“That it was someone every special.” You hoped your response addressed both of these desires. “Not just any man is allowed to leave his mark like this.”

Brian smirked, still holding your throat in his big hand. “That is a very good answer Y/N.” Then he bent down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

Water streamed down on you as Brian ravaged your mouth with his tongue. His hands were grasping heavily at your neck and shoulders, and you found yourself being pushed up against the shower wall. The cold tiles sent a chill across your lower back, but you couldn’t care less with Brian’s lips on yours, and something else pressed against your stomach. He held you there and took his fill, before pulling back and letting you breathe at last.

“Fuck Y/N, I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned, moving from your mouth to your neck. He continued to taste your wet skin, and you reached out to grab his waist and pull him even closer. You could feel him hardening against your front, grinding you into the wall, and you moaned at the thought of him being inside you again.

“So desperate already? What a little slut you are for me.” Brian growled filthily with his lips against your skin.

His hands pressed down on your shoulders forcefully, pushing you to your knees in front of him. The tiles were hard and unforgiving, but you would happily sit through the pain in order to please Brian again.

“Remember your colours Y/N.”

You looked up at Brian from your position on the floor. He was still standing over you, tall and imposing, stroking his cock like some sort of Adonis. You were growing wetter by the second. He was beautiful and powerful, and you wanted to give yourself to him.

“Green Sir.”

Brian smirked dangerously.

“Good girl.”

He continued to look down on you, pumping himself as he savoured the sight of you lowered, submissive, and on your knees for him. This was just fine with you, as you were enjoying the reverse situation equally: nervous with arousal at his commanding presence.

“I’m not sure if I should let you have my cock again so soon Y/N.” Brian drew his words out slowly and arrogantly. “You’re getting a bit greedy.”

“Please Sir.” Your voice was quiet and pleading. “I just want to be good for you. I’ll do anything.”

Brian seemed to consider your words carefully, holding you trapped within his gaze.

“Even if that means you don’t get to come?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Yes.”

With that simple word, Brian’s expression turned from cocky to hungry. He bent down to grab the hair at the back of your head in one fist, pulling on it to bring your face closer to his.

“Yes who?”

“Yes daddy.”

Somehow, in the light of day, that word sounded more penetrating, like there was no way to hide your true desires behind the madness of night. Your gut twisted in anticipation, but it was a futile action if Brian was being truthful about his plans.

“In that case, Y/N, you’re going to be a good girl and help daddy fix the problem you’ve caused.” He gestured to his large, hard cock, causing a whimper to escape your lips.

It wasn’t really fair that he was blaming this on you, you thought to yourself, for he was the one who told you to join him in the shower. However, when the man of your dreams was standing above you, you couldn’t be bothered with such trivialities.

“Tongue out, baby girl, and don’t move.”

You did as you were told, that gentle yet commanding voice of his left no room for disobedience.

“You look so pretty like this Y/N, down on your knees thirsting after a cock you know you can’t have.” He stroked himself in lazy, long movements, teasing you mercilessly. “You’re so desperate that you’ll take any little thing I give, won’t you? You dirty little thing.”

You nodded, unable to speak with your tongue out, but Brian was narrating enough for the both of you.

“I don’t know what I want more: to come all over your sweet face or down your slight throat.”

Pondering those two suggestions, you couldn’t decide either. Luckily Brian would be making the choice for you, and you were sure you would enjoy either one.

He voice was deliciously deep when he replied, “We’ll just have to wait and see.”

With that, Brian placed the tip of his cock on your tongue, letting it sit heavy. “Open up nice and wide for me baby, you remember how this goes.”

He pushed himself into you as you sucked, not thrusting too deeply at first. For all his talk, Brian was still a kind and caring man, building up to the more demanding actions. Like last time, you were desperate to please him, and worked hard to open your throat and apply the perfect amount of pressure with your tongue.

“Yes Y/N. You’re so perfect for me, sucking on daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

Every time you heard his strained sex voice, you were reminded how much it turned you on, knowing you brought him to this state. Brian’s praise sent a satisfied hum through your lips, vibrating right against his cock. His hands tightened in your hair in response, pulling slightly and causing just enough pain so that you were constantly aware of his control.

Brian’s pleasure built and he began fucking your mouth in earnest, holding your head to keep it from moving with each thrust. Your pussy was slick and throbbing, unbelievably aroused from being used like this again.

“God baby, your mouth feels so good.” He pumped repeatedly, brushing the back of your throat. “I’m close. You’re going to take everything I give you. Take it like a good girl.”

His rhythm became erratic, rough and sloppy as he growled above you. You could barely breathe, choking on his large cock, the drool from your mouth mixing with the water from the shower.

“Daddy’s going to come right in that pretty little mouth.”

He thrust in all the way and slammed his cock head against you, causing you to choke around him.

“Swallow.”

That was all the warning you received before he came in your throat, holding your face down on his cock as he released his seed. You struggled with Brian so deep next to your gag reflex, but managed to do what he said through sheer will-power, using your full capacity to please him.

He pulled out of your mouth slowly, breathing hard from his orgasm, and looked down at you. You were still quivering with arousal, pussy tight, wet and wanting, but you knew you would have to wait. You slowly stood up on shaky legs, the pain evident in your knees from resting on the hard tile.

“Good girl Y/N. You did so well.” Brian placed his hands on your shoulders and kissed your forehead. “Let me take care of you now.”

“Thank you daddy.”

You stood still next to him, not able to do much else, still wound tight without release. He began to wash his hair with sweet smelling shampoo, and then proceeded to do the same with yours. It was an incredibly pleasant feeling, his hands massaging your scalp, and it helped you relax as the need in your core faded away slowly.

He didn’t skimp on the conditioner either. Those curls obviously needed a whole lot, and he applied the same technique to your hair as he spoke.

“You’re such a precious little thing. I’m so glad I have you all to myself.”

His voice was so soothing, warm and safe. You wanted to stay like this forever.

“You can have me as long as you want me Sir.”

Brian reached a soapy hand down to pinch your backside.

“Don’t tempt me Y/N.”

Chapter 13: The Morning After (Alternate)

Notes:

This is the same chapter as "The Morning After" without the Daddy kink.

You woke up from your restful sleep with a long arm draped across your stomach. You and Brian had drifted closer together during the night, his warm side pressed against yours as he lay on his front: almost as if you were a teddy bear in his grasp. Despite the light of morning shining through the gaps in the curtains, you were still groggy and blissfully content to lay there for a while before Brian woke up.

Since you had the opportunity, you stole a quick glance at the man beside you. He was breathing softly with his mouth slightly open on the pillow. The ease of sleep had softened his features, smoothing the creases on his face and making him appear peaceful and relaxed. You could not believe what had happened last night, and wanted to commit his beautiful face to memory as you enjoyed being with him.

The more you lay there on the bed, the more you started to get nervous about what would happen when Brian woke up. You didn’t want this moment to end. What if he regretted last night, now that he was no longer caught up in the emotions from the concert? You had known you were only going to get Brian for one night, but couldn’t help hoping for more. You were dreading the moment this experience would end.

You must have shifted too much with your increasing heart rate because Brian started to stir beside you.

“Hmm,” he grumbled, voice gravelly from sleep, “Good morning darling.” His eyes were still closed as he spoke to you.

“Morning Bri.”

He rolled onto his side, pulling you closer to his chest as he adjusted, and sighed contently into your ear. In contrast to you, Brian was obviously completely at ease, used to waking up in this situation with a relative stranger. He held you softly in silence, long legs spooned against yours, until he was awake enough to speak properly. From how long he lay with you, drifting in and out of consciousness, you could tell Brian was not a morning person.

“How are you feeling this morning Y/N?” His voice was gentle and caring, and it was nice to hear your name on his lips once more.

Now that you thought about it, you could feel a dull ache between your legs where Brian had been last night. Your wrists were tender too, when you moved them, and you probably had bruises forming from his tight grip.

“A bit sore, honestly.”

“I didn’t hurt you did I love? Sometimes in the heat of the moment I get a little carried away.”

A worried tone appeared in his voice at your admittance, and you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.

“No Brian. I loved every minute of it.”

“That’s good to hear baby. So did I.” He quieted for a second, before continuing. “What are you doing for rest of the day?”

Your heart beat with anticipation at his question. How lucky could one girl get?

“I don’t have any plans Brian.” You had actually thought about meeting up with Jenna, but were sure she would understand.

“You do now.”

With that, Brian got up and excused himself to go to the bathroom. You fell back on the pillows and admired the view of his rear as he walked from the bed. Once he was gone you squealed silently to yourself, excited that Brian wanted to keep you around, and glanced to the bedside clock. It was 11:16 AM; Brian must have really tired you out last night as you usually didn’t sleep in this late. At least you would still have plenty of time for whatever he had planned.

Brian was occupied, so you thought you could find your phone and let Jenna know you were okay but too busy to meet today. You looked around the room, wondering where you had left it last night. Not seeing it anywhere, you concluded that it must be out in the sitting area, where you had left your bag after immediately being distracted by Brian. You didn’t quite want to get up yet so you decided to text Jenna later, and closed your eyes for a quick rest.

As you lay there, the activities of the previous night all came back, running through your head. You flushed anew as you remembered exactly what had happened, and how much you had enjoyed it. You were getting worked up again just thinking about it.

After a few minutes, you heard water start running in the bathroom, and Brian popped his head around the door.

“I’m going to take a shower Y/N. Why don’t you come join me?” Brian gave you a cheeky wink, and stepped back into the bathroom before waiting for your reply, like he knew you were incapable of resisting him.

Well, as usual, he was right. You climbed out of the large bed and crossed the bedroom, butterflies nervously twitching in your stomach again. You knew he had already seen everything, but now there was a lot more light in the room, and you felt self-conscious walking around naked.

As you entered the huge bathroom, you saw your reflection in the mirror for the first time since last night. You knew he had been rough, but weren’t quite expecting the sight before you. You had numerous hickies and faint bruises on your neck and breasts from where Brian had kissed and bitten last night, and finger-shaped marks on your hips. Bringing your arms into view, you saw that your wrists had sustained some bruising as well, to go along with the dull pain. You looked absolutely wrecked and owned, and it sent another fire burning in your core knowing Brian had done this to you. He’d marked you as his, with no thought spared for how you could possibly hide the evidence.

You glanced to the shower, glass already steamy and hiding Brian’s form. Soon he’d see all his work for himself. You hoped he would like it as much as you did. Looking at all the love-bites again, you were pulled out of your nervousness. Brian obviously liked your body enough to do this to it, so you had no need to feel self-conscious.

“I’m waiting baby.”

Brian’s sing-song voice started you. You hadn’t thought he knew you’d entered the room. Quickly, you ran over to the shower door and opened it up.

“Sorry Sir,” you said as you stepped in with him.

The first thing you noticed in the shower was again the sheer size disparity between you and Brian. The shower was big, but it was still an enclosed area, and Brian seemed larger than ever standing next to you so close and imposing. You were almost completely blocked from the water stream, standing in the shadow between his feet. You knew he was tall, but god, right now, you felt small and trapped. The combination was deliciously arousing.

The second thing you noticed was Brian’s dark gaze lingering on your body, especially where he had left marks of passion. He stared down at you, eyes roaming over your neck and breasts, with a satisfied smirk, evidently pleased with his work. Just as you desired more contact, standing before him on display, he reached a possessive hand out, tracing your naked skin with his burning touch.

“You look lovely Y/N, wearing all my marks like a good girl.” Brian’s voice was pure sin. “I know you like them, dirty little thing. Staring at yourself in the mirror.”

He moved his hand from your chest to your throat, applying the slightest pressure and stroking his thumb up and down your neck.

“Everyone will see, and wonder who you let do this to you.”

He forced your chin upwards to look in his eyes.

“And what will you tell them Y/N?”

Brian was staring at you with an unreadable expression, waiting for your reply. You were completely at his mercy, naked in his strong grasp, and incredibly aroused once more. You weren’t sure what answer Brian was looking for. He clearly enjoyed the signs of possession on your skin, but he was famous, and married, also making sure that you would be discrete.

“That it was someone every special.” You hoped your response addressed both of these desires. “Not just any man is allowed to leave his mark like this.”

Brian smirked, still holding your throat in his big hand. “That is a very good answer Y/N.” Then he bent down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

Water streamed down on you as Brian ravaged your mouth with his tongue. His hands were grasping heavily at your neck and shoulders, and you found yourself being pushed up against the shower wall. The cold tiles sent a chill across your lower back, but you couldn’t care less with Brian’s lips on yours, and something else pressed against your stomach. He held you there and took his fill, before pulling back and letting you breathe at last.

“Fuck Y/N, I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned, moving from your mouth to your neck. He continued to taste your wet skin, and you reached out to grab his waist and pull him even closer. You could feel him hardening against your front, grinding you into the wall, and you moaned at the thought of him being inside you again.

“So desperate already? What a little slut you are for me.” Brian growled filthily with his lips against your skin.

His hands pressed down on your shoulders forcefully, pushing you to your knees in front of him. The tiles were hard and unforgiving, but you would happily sit through the pain in order to please Brian again.

“Remember your colours Y/N.”

You looked up at Brian from your position on the floor. He was still standing over you, tall and imposing, stroking his cock like some sort of Adonis. You were growing wetter by the second. He was beautiful and powerful, and you wanted to give yourself to him.

“Green Sir.”

Brian smirked dangerously.

“Good girl.”

He continued to look down on you, pumping himself as he savoured the sight of you lowered, submissive, and on your knees for him. This was just fine with you, as you were enjoying the reverse situation equally: nervous with arousal at his commanding presence.

“I’m not sure if I should let you have my cock again so soon Y/N.” Brian drew his words out slowly and arrogantly. “You’re getting a bit greedy.”

“Please Sir.” Your voice was quiet and pleading. “I just want to be good for you. I’ll do anything.”

Brian seemed to consider your words carefully, holding you trapped within his gaze.

“Even if that means you don’t get to come?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Yes.”

With that simple word, Brian’s expression turned from cocky to hungry. He bent down to grab the hair at the back of your head in one fist, pulling on it to bring your face closer to his.

“Yes who?”

“Yes Sir.”

Somehow, in the light of day, your reaction was more penetrating, like there was no way to hide your true desires behind the madness of night. Your gut twisted in anticipation, but it was a futile action if Brian was being truthful about his plans.

“In that case, Y/N, you’re going to be a good girl and help me deal with the problem you’ve caused.” He gestured to his large, hard cock, causing a whimper to escape your lips.

It wasn’t really fair that he was blaming this on you, you thought to yourself, for he was the one who told you to join him in the shower. However, when the man of your dreams was standing above you, you couldn’t be bothered with such trivialities.

“Tongue out, baby girl, and don’t move.”

You did as you were told, that gentle yet commanding voice of his left no room for disobedience.

“You look so pretty like this Y/N, down on your knees thirsting after a cock you know you can’t have.” He stroked himself in lazy, long movements, teasing you mercilessly. “You’re so desperate that you’ll take any little thing I give, won’t you? You dirty little thing.”

You nodded, unable to speak with your tongue out, but Brian was narrating enough for the both of you.

“I don’t know what I want more: to come all over your sweet face or down your slight throat.”

Pondering those two suggestions, you couldn’t decide either. Luckily Brian would be making the choice for you, and you were sure you would enjoy either one.

He voice was deliciously deep when he replied, “We’ll just have to wait and see.”

With that, Brian placed the tip of his cock on your tongue, letting it sit heavy. “Open up nice and wide for me baby, you remember how this goes.”

He pushed himself into you as you sucked, not thrusting too deeply at first. For all his talk, Brian was still a kind and caring man, building up to the more demanding actions. Like last time, you were desperate to please him, and worked hard to open your throat and apply the perfect amount of pressure with your tongue.

“Yes Y/N. You’re so perfect for me, sucking on my cock like a good girl.”

Every time you heard his strained sex voice, you were reminded how much it turned you on, knowing you brought him to this state. Brian’s praise sent a satisfied hum through your lips, vibrating right against his cock. His hands tightened in your hair in response, pulling slightly and causing just enough pain so that you were constantly aware of his control.

Brian’s pleasure built and he began fucking your mouth in earnest, holding your head to keep it from moving with each thrust. Your pussy was slick and throbbing, unbelievably aroused from being used like this again.

“God baby, your mouth feels so good.” He pumped repeatedly, brushing the back of your throat. “I’m close. You’re going to take everything I give you. Take it like a good girl.”

His rhythm became erratic, rough and sloppy as he growled above you. You could barely breathe, choking on his large cock, the drool from your mouth mixing with the water from the shower.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m going to come right in that pretty little mouth.”

He thrust in all the way and slammed his cock head against you, causing you to choke around him.

“Swallow.”

That was all the warning you received before he came in your throat, holding your face down on his cock as he released his seed. You struggled with Brian so deep next to your gag reflex, but managed to do what he said through sheer will-power, using your full capacity to please him.

He pulled out of your mouth slowly, breathing hard from his orgasm, and looked down at you. You were still quivering with arousal, pussy tight, wet and wanting, but you knew you would have to wait. You slowly stood up on shaky legs, the pain evident in your knees from resting on the hard tile.

“Good girl Y/N. You did so well.” Brian placed his hands on your shoulders and kissed your forehead. “Let me take care of you now.”

“Thank you Sir.”

You stood still next to him, not able to do much else, still wound tight without release. He began to wash his hair with sweet smelling shampoo, and then proceeded to do the same with yours. It was an incredibly pleasant feeling, his hands massaging your scalp, and it helped you relax as the need in your core faded away slowly.

He didn’t skimp on the conditioner either. Those curls obviously needed a whole lot, and he applied the same technique to your hair as he spoke.

“You’re such a precious little thing. I’m so glad I have you all to myself.”

His voice was so soothing, warm and safe. You wanted to stay like this forever.

“You can have me as long as you want me Sir.”

Brian reached a soapy hand down to pinch your backside.

“Don’t tempt me Y/N.”

Chapter 14: Good Company

Notes:

Sorry this one took so long. I got a bit carried away and couldn't find a place to end it. I'll get the hang of this writing thing eventually!

Brian rinsed the conditioner from his hair and yours, and then proceeded to scrub down his body with soap. You were jealous of his hands, touching all the places that you yourself wanted so badly to caress, but he didn’t let you help. He simply smirked at you watching him with lust and want, teasing you arrogantly, especially around his chest and groin.

Once it was your turn, Brian took his sweet time lathering your entire body. He was slow and deliberate, clearly feeling you up under the pretense of helping to wash you, for he paid particular attention to your breasts and backside. You were perfectly aware of what he was doing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. If Brian wanted to enjoy your body, you would let him. You were appreciating his teasing and caressing as much as he was.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N,” Brian’s voice ended the comfortable silence, “This pretty little body is so perfect for me.” He placed both large hands on your ass. “So tight and perky.”

“I’m glad you like it Sir.” Your voice was cheeky. “I aim to please.”

Brian hummed lowly in his throat. “You do please me darling, and not only because of this.” He squeezed your cheeks between his strong fingers. “We are very compatible Y/N. You always seem to react exactly as I hope you will… whether that’s through natural instinct or above average intelligence I’m not sure.” Brian’s voice turned coy, “Perhaps it’s a bit of both.”

“Are you saying I’m more than just a pretty face Dr. May?” You wiggled your backside into his hands as you voiced the cheeky question.

“Oh definitely, though you do have that too.”

You felt like you were flying through the clouds, hearing that from Brian, but you couldn’t get your silly hopes up too high. You had to pull yourself back down to the ground so the inevitable fall wouldn’t hurt so much.

“You flatterer. Do you do this with all your girls Brian?”

There was a slight pause as Brian removed his hands from your body before his smooth voice answered you.

“What girls?”

“Oh please.” You weren’t taking Brian’s innocent act for a second, and turned around to face him. “Tall, handsome and clever, oh yeah and an actual rock God. You’re literally every woman’s fantasy.” You placed your hands on your hips good naturedly. “I’m not delusional,” you finished with a smile.

Brian returned your smile and acquiesced. “All right, all right. Maybe I do indulge myself occasionally.” He winked as he rinsed both of your bodies for the final time, clearing all the soap away as he talked. “But I was being truthful Y/N; you make me feel… something…that I haven’t felt in a long time.”

You could tell Brian was uncomfortable with the words that came out of his mouth, accidentally straying too far into intimate revelations. He was a sensitive and honest man, but you wanted to give him an out, so you brought the conversation back to levity.

“Surely my mouth isn’t that special?”

Brian laughed, silently thanking you for switching the mood back.

“Well I did just come twice less than 12 hours apart, which is quite the achievement at my age,” he said as he turned the water off. “But I think we’ll have to wait a while now. You can be patient until I’m ready.”

He opened the door to the shower for you, gestured for you to exit first, and then lightly slapped your bottom as you passed. You couldn’t help but squeal at his audacity. Feeling the cold air on your wet skin, you quickly reached for one of the plush hotel towels, grabbing the other one for Brian as well. You wrapped yourself up in its warmth and used another smaller towel to quickly dry and bind your hair.

Brian was doing much the same thing. He had the large towel around his waist; the expensive fabric that easily covered your whole torso and thighs only fell slightly below his knees. His upper body was still on display for you, and you watched mesmerized as his biceps flexed to rub his smaller towel against his head. It was rather funny to watch Brian dry his own hair. It was still wet and heavy, lying flat to his scalp, instead of the usual voluminous poof. With every brush of the towel certain strands began to curl up, once they were dry enough.

“No hair dryer Bri?” you asked teasingly.

Brian chucked behind the towel. “God no, Y/N, you wouldn’t want to see that disaster. It’s bad enough as it is.”

“I happen to love your hair, as do many of your adoring fans.”

You stood at the door to the bathroom, hip cocked, and waited for him to finish. His eyes were light with mirth as he pulled the towel off his head and smiled.

“Well thank you. It isn’t what it used to be, but at least I still have some,” he said as he threw the hair towel on the counter. “Now go wait on the bed.”

You both walked back into the bedroom, and Brian went over to his dresser, opening the drawers and perusing his clothing options. You sat on the bed like he asked, simply astonished that Brian still desired your company during such menial tasks. Perhaps he got lonely on tour, even with the extensive road crew. Feeling a little strange just sitting there as he chose his clothes, you made some conversation.

“You unpack all your clothes for one night in a hotel? That’s pretty obsessive Brian.”

Brian chuckled a bit. “I wouldn’t say I unpack them, but yes they are always clean and arranged for me when I wake up in the morning.” He gestured with his hands towards the dresser.

“Wow,” you said, impressed. “You really are a rock star.” You hadn’t thought about it, but obviously on a tour with a group like Queen someone would prepare his room for him in every city.

“Guilty as charged darling.” Brian pulled out a multi-coloured button-up and some black cargo shorts from the dresser, as well as some black boxer briefs that caused your cheeks to redden. He looked over at you then, seeming to have a question. “Do you have any clothes with you Y/N? You know, other than…” His voice trailed off as he glanced to your tiny costume shorts that were still on the floor where he threw them last night.

“Yes Brian. I had a change of clothes in my bag for after the concert.” You smiled, remembering last night when you packed the bag. Thinking about your former self, you never would have dreamed that you would be in this position right now.

“Good, good.” Brian seemed half distracted as he talked to you. “Go get your bag and bring it back in here.”

You were slightly confused with his request, but said okay and left the bedroom to get your stuff. Actually, now that you thought about it, it wasn’t really a request at all. In any case you had to get dressed at some point.

The sitting room was exactly how you left it: two unfinished glasses of champagne on the table by the couch. You were sad at seeing the expensive alcohol go to waste, but knew it would be warm, flat and unpleasant now. Last night you’d had more pressing matters than the bubbly.

You found your bag thrown haphazardly in the hallway by the entrance, where Brian had kissed you up against the wall, and quickly brought it back to the bedroom. Sadly, by the time you returned, Brian had already dressed his lower half. He smiled at you when you walked through the door, just in the process of buttoning up his shirt. The man closed a grand total of three buttons before calling it quits, leaving a large expanse of chest visible as usual. His necklaces glinted in the morning sun.

Once he was done, Brian took a seat in the chair in the corner of the room and looked at you.

“You can get dressed now pretty girl. I’ll order in some food for us.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number before holding it to his ear and maintaining eye contact.

You placed your bag on the bed and opened it to grab your clothes. With a quick glance you suddenly remembered what shirt you had packed, and felt a little silly having to put it on in front of Brian. You had just planned to wear a simple T-shirt and jean shorts for the trip home from the concert, so the outfit was nothing special, but you had packed your Queen shirt to match the moment. Your cheeks heated and reddened, embarrassed of having to put on a shirt with Brian’s face on it in front of him. Not wanting him to see, but only delaying the inevitable, you grabbed your clothes and headed for the bathroom.

“No Y/N,” Brian stopped you as he waited for the phone to stop ringing, “You don’t need to hide from me.” A smirk appeared on his face at your confusion. “Let me see that beautiful body one more time.”

You had never had a man ask you to dress in front of him before. Undress, yes. But Brian wanted to see you again just for the sake of it, not only as a lead up to sex. Your insides twisted at the thought. He found you beautiful and attractive, wanting to admire you like one would a piece of art. You were caught breathless under his gaze, arousal quickly building again after not coming earlier.

You dropped the towel from your torso and let the sun coat your naked body, looking at Brian in the corner as you did so. A rush of pride flowed through you as his gaze heated and his eyes trailed up and down your form.
Just then, the person Brian was calling must have picked up, because Brian started to talk while still staring and smirking at you.

“Morning Jim.”

You couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but could tell what was said from Brian’s chuckle and his answer.

“Afternoon then. You know me. Anyways, it would be lovely if I could get some food sent to my room.” Brian’s grin widened as he lifted his other hand and moved his finger in a twirling motion, silently commanding you to spin for him. “Yeah the usual is fine. Lots of fruit. I’m in the mood for something sweet.”

You had just finished turning in time to catch Brian’s wink at the word ‘sweet’, and it sent another shiver though your spine. Brian must have picked up on it because his smile got even wider before he continued talking.

“As soon as possible… Yes.” He paused and licked his lips, eyes roaming down your body again. “Isn’t the view lovely this morning?”

Brian really was an enormous flirt, and he seemed to be greatly enjoying making you squirm in silence as he spoke, but he couldn’t draw the conversation out too long.

“Yes I’m serious. What are you worried about?” He rolled his eyes at whatever Miami was saying. “I know. I’ll be ready.”

You snickered a bit, finding it humorous how Brian still received lectures from his manager.

“Thank you Jim. See you soon.” With those parting words he hung up the phone and almost immediately began speaking directly to you in that rich deep voice. “You look delectable Y/N. Such a good girl letting me see, but breakfast will be delivered soon and I don’t want anyone else laying their eyes on you. You’re mine for as long as I have you.”

“Yours Sir.” You felt the response was necessary, standing naked as you were in the middle of the room.

“Good Y/N,” Brian smiled at your answer. “Now get dressed.”

With Brian settled in the chair, you decided to put on a bit of a show. You pulled on your red lacy panties first, slowly, dragging them tantalizingly over your backside so he could see how they were just slightly too small. Brian’s eyes were glued to your movements, and at this moment you were very happy you had thrown this particular pair in the bag. You made sure to give Brian a nice view as you turned and bent over to pick your shorts up off the floor. From his heavy breathing, you could tell he appreciated the gesture. You slipped your jean shorts on from the same angle, working a bit to overcome their tight fit on your ass. All the squats at practice had really paid off, ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ indeed.

With your lower half dressed you turned back to Brian and gave him a coquettish grin.

“You really are a little slut Y/N, teasing me like that.” Brian’s voice had turned growly and dominant again. “I hope you know that you’re only causing yourself more trouble.”

God, that voice did something to you, every single time. Maybe he was right, you hadn’t come yet and this teasing was equally as painful for you.

“I’m sorry sir. I thought you’d like it.”

“I do like it Y/N, perhaps a little too much.” His tone turned exasperated. “I wish we had more time… but right now I need you to be a good girl and put a fucking shirt on before someone comes with our food.” Something in his manner suggested to you that you actually needed to hurry a bit.

“I didn’t know breakfast would be delivered that quickly.”

Brian shrugged. “They don’t leave me waiting for long.”

With those simple words you were reminded how powerful a man like Brian was, and how out of your depth you were. It was an arousing feeling, to be near this level of influence and celebrity. Brian could, and did, get everything he wanted, and right now that was you.

You quickly grabbed your bra and hooked it together around your back, still hoping to be alluring, but definitely moving faster. You gave your breasts a quick adjustment in the padding and hoped they looked nice and full. It was the moment of truth, when the shirt had to come on. You snatched it off the floor and gave Brian a quick warning.

“Don’t judge me too harshly for this,” you laughed nervously. “I like to dress for a concert, and I didn’t know all this would be happening.”

Brian looked confused as you pulled the T-shirt over your head, but quickly smiled when he saw his face, and those of Freddie, Roger and John, on your front.

“Why would I judge you for that Y/N? I quite like when people enjoy my music.” He chuckled at your unnecessary apprehension.

“I didn’t want you to think I’m just some obsessed fan.”

“It’s okay Y/N.” He put his hand on your shoulder. “I think we’ve established at this point that we’re happy with the dynamic. I don’t think any less of you, and I actually quite like how you are drawn to Queen. Remember,” and he pointed to himself, “Big ego.”

You couldn’t help but smile after that. He was always so charming and knew just what to say. You pulled him in to a hug.

“Thank you Bri.”

Your tender moment was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Brian growled at the sound.

“Sorry Y/N. The day is just too short and I thought we should eat before any more of it was wasted. You can stay here if you like, I’ll go answer the door.”

You lowered your arms and nodded at Brian as he left the bedroom. You could hear his footsteps all the way to the entrance, and then the opening of the door.

“Oh it’s you Allan.” You recognised the name of the driver from last night as Brian’s voice carried across the room. “Has Jim got you roped in to catering now too?”

“No Sir, I’m just here nice and early for when you need to drive to the airport. I thought I’d help out where I can since I’m on duty.”

“That’s kind of you. You can bring the food in here, and maybe clear away the mess from last night.” You heard some shuffling, and then the sound of a trolley being wheeled into the room as the door closed.

“Y/N, you can come out here and say ‘hi’, it’s only Allan.” Brian’s voice was cheerful, and didn’t really leave you with another choice.

You slowly peeked out of the bedroom and walked into the main area as Brian watched. Allan was the one who brought you here in the first place, but you were still slightly embarrassed to be seen exiting Brian’s bedroom the day after.

“You remember him? Our driver from last night?” Brian obviously saw your awkwardness, and wanted to remind you that everything was all right.

“Yes, of course I do,” you smiled at Allan, “pleased to see you again.”

“Likewise Y/N.” The man was a professional, and didn’t let on at all that this was a compromising situation. He proceeded to unload your breakfast from the trolley, and pack away all of yesterday’s leftovers.
You thought you would pitch in and help, so you picked up the used glasses and helped him load the cart. Once the process was finished, you and Brian were left with delicious plates full of fresh fruit, as well as hot pancakes, hash browns and coffee. It was probably too much for two people, but your stomach growled at the sight. It had been a while since you ate.

“Thank you very much Allan.” Brian’s voice pulled you out of your hungry thoughts. “I really appreciate it. Give my thanks to the chefs as well, if you see them.”

“Of course,” Allan answered, “You’re very welcome.” As he was about to leave, the man stilled, eyes flicking back and forth between you and Brian, “Jim also wanted me to remind you that the plane leaves in two hours.”

“He told me as much on the phone.” Brian groaned loudly as he put his hands on his temples and sat down on the couch, “Well you can thank Jim for reminding me, again, but we both know that the plane leaves when I bloody get there. Unless Queen can play without a guitarist?”

“Everyone is just trying to stick to the rehearsal schedule that you wanted Brian. You’ve been late before.”

Brian glared daggers from his position on the sofa.

“Yes, yes, I know. I told Jim that was my fault, and that you had nothing to do with it.”

“It’s no problem, he just knows how you can get… distracted.” Allan glanced back to you on the last word.

Brian’s tension seemed to pass as he followed Allan’s eyes. “Oh fuck off.” He laughed and waved his arm, shooing the other man out of the room. “I promise I’ll be on time today.”

“Okay then Sir, see you downstairs in 1.5”

After Allan left the room, Brian turned to face you, and gestured for you to join him on the couch. You realised you had just been standing awkwardly during the whole exchange.

“I’m sorry you had to see that Y/N,” Brian said sheepishly, “I’m a little frustrated I don’t have much time left with you.”

“It’s okay Bri. The tour must be stressful for you: travelling so much without many days off.”

Brian sighed.

“Yes Y/N, but it’s no excuse for me to get angry. Let’s just enjoy this meal together for now. You are very good company.”

Chapter 15: An Opening

Brunch with Brian was excellent. There were copious fruits and baked goods for you to choose from, as well as some more savory items, but no meat, as Brian was a vegetarian. You took a small helping to begin with, feeling slightly self-conscious eating Brian’s food, but he immediately encouraged you to pile the plate high.

“Help yourself to everything Y/N, there’s more than enough for both of us. And you’ve probably worked up quite the appetite.” A cheeky wink followed his last sentence.

“Thanks Bri. I can’t deny I’m ravenous- have been since the morning shower.”

“I know darling,” Brian replied to your cheek, “You’ve been a good girl waiting this far.” He looped a long arm around your shoulder as he leaned back on the couch.

As happy as you were in his arms, you couldn’t help but dread the passing of time. You knew you were lucky to have had this morning with Brian, and wanted to make the most of every minute, but it was a bitter-sweet meal.

“I'd wait as long as you wanted me to Brian.” You only had an hour left with this amazing man, and were resigned to not getting any satisfaction, but you just wanted to make these last moments perfect for him. In your mind, it was all about what he desired from you right now. All you needed, was to do what he wanted: to please him, and you hoped he knew it.

“That’s why you’re so perfect Y/N.” He bent over to kiss your forehead. “Everything I learn about you seems to confirm it, and I want to know more. Why don’t you indulge an old man and tell me a little more about yourself.”

The conversation flowed easily, both flirting and enjoying learning more about the other as you ate. You told him about your studies and adventures with the Dallas Cheerleaders, while he charmed you with tales of past tours and his own PhD thesis. You felt a little silly, sharing your glib stories with a rock God, especially after gleaning some insight into the full life he had lived. From what Brian mentioned, Queen tours in the 70’s and 80’s were as crazy as you had always imagined, and yet you knew he was still holding the wilder details back. You were repeatedly awestruck by the man sitting beside you. He was the most fascinating person you had every met: a true polymath with interests in almost every area.

Still, throughout the meal, Brian seemed engrossed in what you had to say. He was especially keen on hearing about your schooling, and how you managed to split time between online courses, working at the gym, and cheerleading practice. You were going to graduate this year with a kinesiology degree, and had been working part time as a personal trainer this summer up until the football preseason, and therefore cheerleading, started. The cogs seemed to be turning in Brian’s head as he listened, and you wondered what he was thinking about.

“It’s pretty impressive how you juggle so many things at once Y/N. You’re quite accomplished.” Brian looked kindly into your eyes after you had explained where your life was at, and tossed a couple of blueberries into his mouth.

“You’re kidding me right?” You had to fight back a scoff at his statement. “You, Dr. Brian May, CBE, PhD, animal activist, guitar hero, hit song writer, award-winning musical and movie producer, and stereography expert, think I lead a busy life?” You poked a finger against his chest lightly. “If I didn’t see, and hear, it for myself last night I wouldn’t think you sleep.”

He chuckled slightly and shook his head. “Sorry if I kept you up Y/N. With a nose like this,” he touched the side of it as he smiled good-naturedly, “It’s impossible not to snore.”

“Oh it wasn’t too bad Bri, kind of cute actually, and I think your nose is beautiful.” This time it was your turn to pull his head down and kiss the feature in question. “And don’t change the subject. You’re amazing and multi-talented. What other rock star has a PhD in astrophysics? I’m just a regular girl trying to work her way through school with minimal student debts.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Y/N. I’ve come to see that there is a lot to admire about you. I had to take thirty years off to finish that PhD.”

You couldn’t hold yourself back this time and blew through your lips at his false modestly. “Yeah okay… Take thirty years ‘off’ to conquer the world with your mind-blowing music. Let’s just agree we both like to be busy.” You both smiled and took the last few bites of your food.

It was oddly heartbreaking, you thought, for you and Brian got along so well that you were talking as if you had known each other for years, but you would have to leave soon and likely never see him again. To make matters worse, the stimulating conversation caused the time to fly by, and glancing at your phone, you could see Brian was supposed to meet Allan downstairs in 10 minutes. Brian must have noticed too, for he frowned at the clock on the wall.

He put his empty plate back on the table and leaned closer to you, putting his warm hand on your knee. He stared at the space in front of him, giving you a view of only his side profile.
“Y/N, my time with you has been amazing. It’s felt special to me, more so than my usual experience,” he said, almost shyly. “You're just what I've been looking for these last few years.”

Brian sighed and beat passed as you waited nervously, heart hammering in suspense for his next soft words.

“I've been thinking. You're basically a qualified athletic trainer, bar a few online courses you'll be finishing soon.” He turned to look at you, a optimistic glimmer in his eye. “There is a spot open in our touring unit for someone of your skills. You know, old bones get pretty stiff after performing each night.” A smile appeared at his quip. “In more ways than one.”

You couldn’t believe what Brian was saying, and sat speechless, afraid you were hyperventilating and bound to pass out. Luckily, he continued speaking.

“I don’t want to sound arrogant, but I could likely persuade the team to choose a certain young woman for this particular opening… If that's something you would like?” His voice trailed up at the question, carrying all the hope that you felt inside yourself as well.

Though you felt like you were going to explode right there on the couch, you took a deep breath and composed yourself for your answer. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, and you weren’t going to let it slip away.

“I would love that Brian,” you started strong but were unable to leave your morals so easily, “But I don’t know if I’m fully qualified-“

“It’s about a lot more than academic qualifications and you know it.” Brian seemed to have no such qualms about bringing you in. “I want you to come with me Y/N. I know it’s short notice, and maybe I’m being a little too bold for my own good, but I think you want this too.”

His voice was steady, and it gave you courage that perhaps this wasn’t as crazy as it sounded. You needed a job soon, and while cheerleading had been fun and exciting, you knew that you couldn’t do it for much longer. What Brian was offering was not really long-term, but it definitely pointed you in the right direction and would give you something for your resume.

But that was just the half of it. Mostly, you were astonished that you were being propositioned by Brian May, rock legend and your life-long crush, to be his… what, personal groupie? God if that didn’t send a gush of excitement through you at the thought. You honestly didn’t care what label Brian or anyone else would put on you, you just wanted to be his. If that was a crime, so be it, but you couldn’t deny that you had dreamed of such an affair in secret fantasies.

“I do want it Brian.” He always seemed to know what you truly desired, and you always needed to remind him how right he was. “I want you.”

Brian growled and pulled you in for a heated kiss, surrounding your body on the couch and pressing you to him tightly. You felt entirely owned once again, especially now that it was almost official. Yes, this felt right, being in his arms; you knew at once you had made the correct decision.

Once Brian had his fill of you, he drew away, a thin line of sweet saliva connecting your lips for a moment. He cupped your face, and you felt safe and wanted in his large grip.

“Good girl Y/N. I always knew you'd be perfect.” He pecked your mouth once more, like he couldn’t resist himself. “Quickly grab your bag from the room. We're going to Houston. It’s not far, so you can still change your mind after the show tonight, once you see how this arrangement will work.” Brian encouraged you off the couch with his strong arms and put you in motion, still thinking aloud. “And of course you will have some time to get your affairs in order. We can return to Dallas for a bit, or you can go alone, in the break after this next concert.” He was eagerly spouting solutions, like the cat that caught the canary and saw no reason to let it go now.

You smiled, nodded and started to walk to the bedroom where your bag was, only to be stopped on your way.

“Y/N…” Brian called to your back as you hurried to collect your things, sudden panic in his voice, like he had overlooked something. You spun around to face him.

“Remember you can always say no.” His voice was earnest, and his face was serious. “Never forget that.”

“I won’t Brian.”

He dipped his head at your answer. “What colour are you now darling?”

“So very green Sir.”

And you were.

Chapter 16: His Only

You hastily threw all your belongings in your bag, making sure to grab your uniform pieces from the floor. Your heart was beating heavily with excitement, overjoyed to be chosen by Brian. In your eyes, he was everything you had ever craved or yearned for, and now you had the opportunity to experience it in actuality. How far he would take you on this little tryst was unknown, but you were keen to live the full rock and roll lifestyle and tour for as long as you could.

Once you returned with your bag, Brian was already waiting for you by the door. He had packed some of his own items in a small satchel, but you suspected someone would be back to collect the rest once you left.

He smiled happily as you met his eyes, and held out his arm to invite you over. You were stuck again by just how lucky you were that this beautiful, kind, and erotic man found you fascinating. There was something so special about him: how he could be cute and gentlemanly one minute, causing your heart to seize with fondness, and then confident, sexy and dominating the next, stirring the hottest fire of lust within your gut. He always kept you on your toes, and you knew from this moment that going on tour with him would not be easy, but it would never be boring. He was an exciting, rewarding challenge, and you wanted nothing more than to succeed.

“Have everything?” You were interrupted from your thoughts by the man in question.

“Yes I think so. I didn’t bring much in the first place.” You grinned widely back at him and lifted your bag to show him you were ready.

“Good girl.” This time the words weren’t laced with hunger, but, coming from Brian’s mouth, even said sweetly they caused a flush to run through your body. You loved when he was pleased with you, no matter for something so small.

You walked over to Brian and melted into his arms as he cupped your cheek and leant down to place a kiss on your forehead. It was tender and warm, but his arms still gripped you tightly, firm and possessive. He stood above you and held you like you were a precious treasure that he had found and didn’t want to let go. You would stay in his clutch forever if you could, owned and happy, but that wasn’t reality. You knew you had no claim on him, and so would ride this whim of his eagerly. Anything he gave you, you would take and cherish, such was his power over you. You hoped he felt likewise ensnared in whatever this feeling was between the two of you.

“We need to go separately again I’m afraid.” Brian’s voice was saddened as he let his tight embrace fall. “Why don’t you give me your cell number? It will make things easier.”

You quickly told him your digits and he entered them into his phone while telling you the plan. “I’ll go down to the car first and inform Allan of the situation. You can wait here until I text you to come down. Does that sound okay love?”

“Of course Bri. Whatever is easiest.” You wanted to be separated from him for as little time as possible, for this sneaking around, while probably necessary, made you uncomfortable.

Brian nodded at your answer and gave your bicep a quick squeeze for reassurance. He glanced at his phone for the time and swore quietly to himself, muttering that he was late again. “See you soon,” he said and gave you one last glance before heading out the door.

The sound of the door reverberated through the empty room as you were left alone in silence. You didn’t know how long it would be before Brian texted you, so you took a seat on the couch and pulled out your phone to wait.

You quickly answered some people asking how the concert went, including your parents- God, you would think about what to tell them later- and then scrolled down to the 5 messages from Jenna.

Y/N: 11:56 PM YESTERDAY
All is good here. Dont wait up ;)

Your quick text last night had obviously been met with a burst of excitement from your friend.

Jenna: 11:58 PM YESTERDAY
Holy FUCK ur actually doing it!!!

Jenna: 11:59 PM YESTERDAY
Let me know how good he is ;) I bet he knows what hes doing

Jenna: 9:34 AM
Hey I havnt heard from u in a while. All good??

Jenna: 11:05 AM
Guurl u never sleep this late I’m getting worried

Jenna: 12:31 PM
Just text me when u see this. As soon as I know ur safe im gonna kill u

You smiled fondly to yourself, happy to have a friend such as Jenna who cared so much about you, despite her constant concern getting annoying sometimes. You thought she’d already worried enough so you answered her even though you didn’t have much time for a conversation.

Y/N: 1:34 PM
I’m more than good. He’s been amazing, best night I’ve ever had. I’m going with him to Houston tonight too

Jenna, as usual, responded almost immediately.

Jenna: 1:35 PM
WHAT??!!? OMG. Ur literally insane! You know we have practice tmr night right?

Oh yeah, practice. You were going to need to sort everything out with the DCC pretty quickly. Brian offered this opportunity and you had jumped at the chance, but honestly there was going to be a lot to figure out. You’d never done something as big as this at the spur of the moment, but normal rules didn’t seem to apply when you were in Brian’s company.

Y/N: 1:37 PM
Yeaaah about that… we need to talk soon. I’ve been offered a job here and I think it’s too good to pass up.

Jenna: 1:38 PM
I seriously cannot believe u rn Y/N! WTF kind of job- professional sugar baby? You’re living the dream I swear

Y/N: 1:39 PM
No no. A personal training job with the tour. U kno I’m going to grad soon. This is the best starter position im going to find

Jenna: 1:40 PM
U are so lucky! But I bet that’s not all the position involves ;P Do lanky rock stars have specific “training” needs on tour?

Y/N: 1:41 PM
I’m not telling. And neither should u. Remember you cant tell anyone about this ok?

You were well acquainted with Jenna’s bubbly, chatty nature, so you wanted to make sure she knew what was off-limits. You didn’t want to do a single thing wrong by Brian.
Just then, a message came in from an unknown number.

Unknown: 1:41 PM
Hi Y/N it’s Bri ! Come down now please baby . The car is waiting around the side of the hotel in the car park .

Your insides twitched at the pet name, as well as for the fact that you were about to begin your touring adventure. Upon reading Brian’s text, you quickly grabbed your bag and headed out of the room. Once you got to the elevator you responded to Brian while waiting for it to arrive at the top floor.

Y/N: 1:43 PM
On my way!

The bell dinged and the doors opened for you to step inside the empty lift. On the way down you read Jenna’s latest reply and sent another quick message to her saying you would talk later. The elevator stopped once on the journey for another guest to get on, and you were very grateful that you were wearing normal clothing this time, and that it covered most of your love bites. A younger man, probably in his 30s, stepped into the lift with you. Upon seeing your shirt, he smiled and gestured to your torso.

“We’re you at the Queen concert last night?”

It was an innocent, obvious question to ask, but for some reason your heart started to beat a little faster. You hoped your voice sounded normal as you confirmed his query.

“Yes! It was so good! Were you there too?” You decided not to mention that you were part of the cheerleaders on stage, hoping he didn’t recognise you. It was a pretty safe bet, you thought, because you were in the middle of the large group and not a focus of the show. The only thing that would give you up was the small DCC logo on your bag, which you hoped he didn’t see.

Men often came up to you or your friends after performances, asking for your number or if you would like to go out for a drink. For some of the nicer ones, you had actually said yes, because you had to meet people somehow, but it seemed that most men who had an infatuation with cheerleaders were not your type at all. You hoped you could brush this guy off gently, and quickly, in order to get to Brian.

“Yes! The beautiful cheerleaders for ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ were an added bonus.” To your dismay, a slight smirk appeared on his face and he winked at you before nodding towards you bag. Great, he was one of those. You didn’t have time for this right now.

You laughed slightly at his “joke”, trying to keep the conversation from getting awkward. “Well, thank you. We worked hard on it. Now I get to go home and rest.” You hoped your response sounded pleasant, but not encouraging.

“You looked really good up there,” he said as he leaned on the wall beside you, invading your personal space. This guy was not getting your hints, and he probably didn’t even recognize you specifically from on stage. Just the fact that you were up there at all was enough for him. Did he think you were so vain that empty complements like that would work?

Mercifully, the doors opened to the lobby just in time.

“Thanks! Glad you enjoyed!” You kept your tone light but briskly walked out of the elevator and through the foyer, hoping to leave the man behind. You had to lose him before arriving at Brian’s car.

“Hey, wait! Can I get your number?” The man was persistent, and jogged clumsily to catch up with you. You were suddenly very annoyed. Why now? He was obviously not happy with being ignored, and had a determined look in his eye. You knew the type. One who would brag to his buddies tomorrow that he managed to get the number of one of the cheerleaders from last night’s concert. He hadn’t even asked your name first: a telling sign if any. You had to be firm.

“No sorry. I’m in a hurry.” You kept walking with quick long strides, and were approaching the doors to the outside.

Unfortunately the annoying man kept following you right out of the hotel and into the parking lot. You panicked slightly, worried about leading him to Brian, and then decided to ask Brian for his advice on the situation. You quickly texted him as you walked around the large hotel, informing him of the situation.

The follower was still hot on your heels. “Why so rushed baby? You got a boyfriend or something?” Hearing that endearment in his whiney voice was nothing like when Brian said it.

“…So what if I do? That’s not really any of your business.” You knew those words were a mistake as soon as you said them. You should have just been firm and said yes to get him off your back. “Can you just leave me alone?” The last sentence contained a hint of the disdain you felt for the man.

“I think you’re lying. There’s no need to be so frigid.” His face contorted into a sneer. “You obviously joined cheerleading cause you liked the attention.”

Your chest felt like ice at those words. You hated that generalization. It trivialized your performance into nothing but sex appeal. You didn’t try out for the DCC to get attention from idiots like him; there were plenty of easier ways to do that. You joined to keep fit and have fun, and to experience the thrill of performing in front of a big crowd.

“Not from people like you.”

In order to keep yourself from punching him, you walked even faster and rounded the corner of the hotel. Luckily the parking lot was empty. Brian’s big, expensive car was visible now, and you heard your phone buzz soon after it came into sight.

Unknown: 1:46 PM
I see you now . You can come up to the car- don’t worry

Well, if Brian’s text said it was okay then that’s what you would do. You didn’t want to spend any more time with this man.

“Please just go away!” You tried one final time to rid yourself of the follower before walking up to the black town car. Before the man had a chance to answer, the rear door opened and out stepped Brian, one long leg at a time.

“I think you best do what the lady says.” Brian’s smooth, piercing voice cut through the air like butter. He sounded calm and controlled, especially compared to the other man’s whining and your anxious pleading.

As usual, Brian’s tall form commanded all the attention in the area. It was the natural result of his confident presence and striking appearance. Both you and the man turned to look as he stood to full height and closed the car door. You were relieved he was here, and a smile lit up your face and eyes as you knew he would make everything better. Brian met your gaze and gave a small nod, seeing he was appreciated.

“Oh my God. You’re Brian May.” The man’s shocked voice ruined the moment. “I was at the concert last night… It was amazing.”

Brian ignored his complements in favour of being direct. “Why weren’t you listening when this nice young lady asked you to leave?” He stepped closer to you, and stared down at the younger man, awaiting his answer. Brian was a good few inches taller than him, and you could tell the man felt small and embarrassed, stepping back from the accusative gaze of his idol.

“I wasn’t doing any harm”, he said, voice meager and weak compared to Brian’s, “I was just asking for her number-“

“She isn’t interested.” Brian cut off his explanation sharply, and then placed an arm around your upper body, pulling you close to him. You were shocked by this public display of possession, but couldn’t mistake the drop in your belly that meant you enjoyed it. You wanted people to know you were his.

The younger man’s eyes open wide in sudden realization, mouth opening in apology, and he took another step back with his hands held placatingly in front of him. “I’m so sorry… I-, I didn’t know.”

You felt incredibly satisfied, watching the shorter man cower before Brian. You could tell that he was mortified at having made a fool of himself. It seemed with all people Brian had this aura that made one want nothing more than his approval. It was certainly true in your case.

Brian eventually took pity on the boy and sighed. “I don’t blame you for trying; she is a true beauty,” he said as he looked at your face and stroked his hand through your hair, “But no means no. That’s a lesson you have to learn.” He turned back to face the other man. “Now off you go. I hope you remember this day.”

Brian guided you towards the car as the younger man muttered apologies and reassurances. “Yes of course Brian, thank you. I won’t forget.”

Brian opened the door for you and held your hand as you sat in the back seat. He was careful to watch that the other man never took out his phone for a picture, obviously too embarrassed to think of it, and then closed the door and walked around to the other side of the car once you were settled.

Squeezing himself into the seat again, Brian turned to face you with a smile. You felt affection for him bubble just under the surface of your skin, and couldn’t help but let it out.

“My saviour.” You drew the words out in jest.

Brian’s grin widened at your exaggeration, taking your hand and kissing the back of your palm in character as you continued speaking.

“You really showed him who’s boss huh?”

Brian hummed into your hand, slowly turning it over to kiss the inside of your wrist. He worked his way up your arm, growing messier and more heated until he left a long, hard, burning kiss on your collar bone, where you knew there were already marks from last night. You immediately opened your neck to him, pliant under his ministrations, and felt the traitorous heat begin to rise in your core once more. His lips were wet and warm as he sucked and claimed you again.

“I haven’t even had you two days yet and already people are trying to take what’s mine.” That growly, possessive voice was back, and you were putty in his strong hands.

“I’m yours only Sir,” you breathed, chest heaving as you were pinned to the seat.

“You’d better believe it. I find myself oddly selfish when it comes to you, for I couldn’t bear that anyone else may taste this heaven.” He grabbed your head in his large hands and finally captured your lips, tongue delving into your mouth instantly and leaving his mark inside you as well. You were lost to the sensation of his lips on yours, and the weight of him pressing you down into the cushion. It was bliss, as he took his fill and you lay boneless, eagerly giving over to his desires.

Eventually, Brian pulled away from your mouth. You were both breathing heavily, hot breaths mixing in the small space. Brian groaned and sat back in his seat, placing a hand on his sweaty brow.

“You bring out something in me, Y/N. It’s dangerous.”

You turned to him then, and ran your much smaller hand down his exposed chest. “Maybe...” you drawled, “But I think I like it.”

Brian’s eyes darkened a fraction. “Me too.” His voice was deep and sultry as he spoke, placing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you against his side. In this position, Brian collected himself and took a long breath. After a moment he spared a glance at his phone and groaned.

“I’m going to be fucking late again; Jim will kill me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh in his warm, tight embrace.

Chapter 17: The Introduction

The rest of the car ride consisted of more cuddling, kissing and conversation. You couldn’t have been happier, wrapped in Brian’s arms and about to depart on an exciting journey by his side. He likewise seemed pleased to hold you close, tease you a bit and add a few hickies to your neck. Once you got to the plane, there would be no doubt as to what you two had been doing last night, and why Brian had brought you along: kinesiology degree or not. It should have been embarrassing, to be seen as a groupie hanging off Brian’s arm and getting a job out of sucking his cock, but you knew that’s not all this was. The sex was definitely an enjoyable part of it, but you felt a real connection with him. You could never be embarrassed by belonging to a man such as Brian; he’d enthralled you for most of your life.

You melted into Brian’s smell and warm skin, enjoying every aspect of him. The awkward introduction awaiting you at the airport would be over soon, and then hopefully you could continue where you left off this morning. You would just have to get through the next hour or so.

…

Soon you were approaching the airport. Allan drove through a secure entrance and you passed quickly through a separate security checkpoint before he pulled the car right onto the tarmac for you and Brian to get out. Using a private plane and runway obviously had its advantages.

As the car stopped, you grew nervous and stiffened in Brian’s arms. It was a big deal to meet the people you would be working and travelling with, and you hoped that you could convince them you would actually be good at your job. Brian of course sensed your apprehension.

“Come on little darling, don’t worry.” His wonderful, soft voice stopped your spinning mind. It brought you back to the present as he cupped your cheek gently. “Everyone will love you.”

With a final peck on your lips, Brian exited the vehicle and stretched slightly on his way over to your side. Chivalrous as always, he opened your door and helped you out of the car. Allan had already gathered both of the bags from the trunk and offered them to each of you respectively. You stood and tried to calm your nerves as Brian thanked him with some quick words and nod, telling him he would see him later in Houston.

Finally, as Allan drove off, Brian turned back to you and smiled. “Shall we?” He extended his hand towards you and you gripped it like a lifeline as he led you up the stairs onto the plane. “Don’t worry yourself over any jokes these rascals throw out; It’s all in jest. They’ll probably be more directed at me anyways… I have a tendency to be late for things,” he chuckled, “as you’ve probably seen.”

You were grateful Brian was maintaining a light atmosphere as you climbed the stairs, but even he couldn’t quite chase away all the butterflies in your stomach. This was it; your adventure was officially beginning.

Brian’s large body blocked your view as you first stepped past the door, so you were only able to see his glorious curls as he got the attention of everyone already waiting inside, still holding your hand behind his back. “Sorry I’m late!”

The conversations in the plane quieted down as everyone focused on the guitarist, allowing the unmistakeable gravelly voice of Roger to carry through the air. “You say that every time Bri… It’s starting to sound insincere.” The slight jibe sent a ripple of laughter through the group.

Brian shrugged and smiled slyly, “In this particular instance you may be right.” He stepped to the side and pulled you forward into the cabin. “This is Y/N.” His voice was bright and he gave you a reassuring smile before turning back to address the group. “As you’ve heard from Jim by now, she is going to be the new fitness trainer and athletic therapist for the tour.”

There was a short pause as everyone took a look at you, perhaps recognizing you from the performance last night. You could see Roger and Adam share a grin with each other at the back of the plane, the elder giving you a cheeky wink that indicated he remembered you from earlier. Graciously, though, the two musicians didn’t say anything and let you make your introduction.

“Hello everyone, as Brian said my name is Y/N L/N. I’m currently in my last year of study for my Bachelor’s in Kinesiology, graduating soon, and I already have plenty of experience working as both a personal trainer and therapist,” you delivered the speech you had been practicing in your head with enough confidence to make yourself, and Brian, proud. “It’s an honour to meet you all, and I would like to thank you for this opportunity… I obviously love Queen,” you pointed at your T-shirt and smiled bashfully, “And can appreciate the hard work that goes into every performance. I hope to keep you all happy and healthy for the duration of the tour.”

Everyone in the cabin was courteous enough to give you a warm greeting, and Brian smiled beside you, clearly pleased by his workmates’ behaviour. He grabbed your shoulders, moving you in front of him. “Y/N will be able to help anyone with any niggles or muscle pains that develop over the next month or so.”

Your nerves began to calm down as Brian pulled you down the aisle, introducing you to each person as you passed. You chatted briefly with some of them, listening to any complaints they had about soreness or pain and making plans to see them when possible. It didn’t take very long because there were only about 10 people in the plane, but you knew that this was the private jet for only a small portion of the tour team: upper management and the band. You would have many people to meet later.

Nobody commented on your sudden hiring, though some did ask if you were with the Dallas Cheerleaders because they thought they recognised you from the meet and greet. It was overall a very pleasant introduction. You wondered as you met person after person, with Brian’s tall form steady beside you, whether he had asked them not to mention anything scandalous for your sake, or if they were just used to overlooking rock star antics on tour.

Perhaps it was the fact that Brian was so close, looming over you protectively as you spoke. You knew the marks on your neck were visible, especially the new ones from the car, so there was no way they didn’t notice. They would know he had taken you, and maybe that’s what he wanted. Really, deep inside, it was what you wanted too. However, you could please Brian while still performing well at your new job.

Soon you reached the back of the plane where the seats opened up and there was even more space. Roger and Adam were sitting in plush chairs. There was a free couch across a table from them, obviously reserved for Brian when he arrived.

“Brian you old dog!” Roger slapped his friend’s arm as you walked up with him, and Adam couldn’t contain himself from laughing at the older man’s incredulous tone. Bright blue eyes met yours as Roger turned to address you. “Nice to see you again Y/N. I see Brian didn’t scare you off after all.”

You smiled at the drummer, happy he remembered you after the brief meeting previously. “No, no, of course not,” you said as Brian seated you beside him on the couch, “He’s always the perfect gentleman.”

Roger looked at you and raised his eyebrows imploringly. “I know for a fact that he’s not,” he said and smirked, fingering his own neck to draw attention to the bruises on yours. A blush reddened your cheeks at his insinuation before Roger turned his gaze to the man beside you. “As happy as I am to see your beautiful face again, I find it hard to believe our Dear Doctor’s request for your position was purely professional.”

Something dropped in your stomach, a nervous and almost shameful pulse through your core. Finally someone had mentioned the elephant in the room. You were on edge, yet somehow again aroused at the blatant mention of Brian’s desire for you. Perched beside him, clinging to his shirt as he sat low and relaxed, long legs splayed out, you were more than pleased when he draped an arm over your shoulders.

“Come now,” Brian admonished Roger and gave you a reassuring squeeze, “You know as well as I that we need someone like her: the tour takes its toll a bit more than it used to.” It was always nice to have Brian’s support, speaking as he was, with no qualms or secrecy about inviting you here.

“Speak for yourself!” Adam was aghast that he would be grouped in with the older men, and his little outburst made you, Brian and Roger chuckle.

“Oh hush,” Brian cut him off quickly, but with a smile. “You don’t need to use her services then.”

A mischievous look crossed Adam’s face. “I doubt she’ll have any spare time anyways… Not with you around.”

Brian’s handsome face stretched into a full smile then, reaching his eyes as he enjoyed the playful banter with his friends and bandmates. It was clear to you how close Adam had become to the two older men during these tours, and how close Roger and Brian still were. After a few moments of consideration, Brian gave up and admitted his tendency.

“You know me well Adam.”

…

A bit more teasing continued throughout the conversation, but it was all light-hearted and you felt welcome as they actively included you. Perhaps it was simply because you seemed to make Brian happy, and they wanted the often-melancholy man to enjoy himself, but you hoped they enjoyed your company. You were just excited to be there, pressed up against Brian’s side.

Not much later, the pilot made an announcement for take-off. Everyone quieted down to listen, and then settled into their seats, leaning closer to chat over the increased engine noise. Roger and Adam started talking amongst themselves across the table, the younger showing something on his phone.

Brian turned to you then, smiling in his own usual kind way, and squeezed you tighter to him as he spoke. “Well that went okay, don’t you think? Everyone seems to like you- just like I knew they would.”

“Yes,” you replied, tilting your head up to return his grin. “Thank you for introducing me, and again for the opportunity to come on tour.”

“I’m just glad I could think of a way to bring you with me, precious girl.” His voice was smooth silk again, flowing through your bones and drawing you to him. He bent down and brought his mouth close to your ear, hot breath caressing your skin and causing a tingle. God, it didn’t take much from this man to turn you to mush. “I like having you near.”

“I’m glad too Brian.” The words were a bit breathy as they fell from your mouth, for your heartrate was already picking up from Brian’s tone.

Just then, the plane started to accelerate down the runway. Brian took the opportunity, with everyone now distracted and facing forward apart from the four of you by the table at the back, to pull you into his lap. He lifted you with what seemed like barely any effort and placed you on one of his thighs, your legs dangling between his. His feet were firmly on the floor but yours could no longer reach with the added height. So, to steady yourself as the plane lifted off, you leaned back against Brian’s chest and let him clutch on to your waist with one of his hands.

Brian’s lap was warm and comfy, despite the fact that his legs were so lean, simply because it was HIS lap, and he held you steadily like a prized treasure. You could think of no better seat on the plane: snug, secure and desired.

From the new position, your head was now level with Brian’s, and he was sure to make use of it. He leaned in to your ear again, whispering secrets between the two of you.

“You were such a good girl today Y/N,” he drawled sinfully, gripping your waist tighter. “I was so pleased to show you off to everyone… wearing my marks from earlier, when you were begging for my cock.”

Seriously, here? Brian’s words reignited the fire in your core that had been burning this morning. You were sat on his lap, clearly out in the open, with the beginnings of wetness forming between your legs. You clenched your thighs together in an attempt to calm yourself, but it ended up causing the opposite effect, for Brian sensed it beneath you, and he was so close you could FEEL his lips smirk.

“You're such a needy little minx Y/N. You know as well as I that your shirt doesn’t cover enough...” Brian’s voice turned darker and rougher to accentuate his next words. “Everyone can see you belong to me.”

You couldn’t help but squirm in his lap now, letting a soft whine out, hopefully only loud enough for Brian to hear over the engine. You heard a light chuckle by your ear, followed by the feeling of Brian’s other large hand on your naked thigh below your shorts.

“So good right now too, letting me play with you as I please.” Brian’s murmuring invaded your mind again, accompanied by rubbing on your thigh. “Anyone could look and see what a writhing mess you are, all because of me.”

You were hopelessly wet now, deliciously aroused by Brian’s confidence and praise. However, you were panicking, for you really were out in the open at the back of the plane. Yes, all these people could guess why Brian had brought you here on such short notice, but that didn’t mean he had to show them first-hand. Hadn’t he done enough earlier to stake his claim, parading you around the cabin on his arm?

“Please Sir, not here.” You knew the words were weak. Brian would stop if you used your colours, but you weren’t necessarily sure that you wanted that to happen. You always wanted to satisfy him, and right now your own needs were becoming a factor as well. A girl could only be teased so long. Besides, you trusted Brian, and knew he wouldn’t take it too far.

Brian’s hand stilled on your leg, and a quiet hum came from his pursed lips before they opened to speak. “Good girls don’t argue with me Y/N.” He pulled away from your ear, and you turned your head to look into his dark eyes. “Don’t you want to be good?” God, this man could reach into your very soul and see your deepest desires.

“Yes Sir, but-“

“Good girls get rewarded,” Brian cut you off with a growl, and your empty pussy clenched helplessly at the words.

Okay, fuck, you would do this now if that’s what he wanted.

Notes:

I was struggling to find a happy medium for Y/N's introduction to the crew, and I'm not sure I achieved it here. In any case, it's over and I hope you enjoyed it. Now we can get back to the good stuff ;)

Chapter 18: The Reward

Notes:

Daddy kink warning! As always, the next chapter is the same without it! :)

You tried desperately to calm yourself in Brian’s lap, forcing your legs to stop squirming and trying to ignore the ache you felt between them. Brian was still looking into your eyes, pinning you with both his penetrating gaze and his tight grip on your waist. His pupils were wide with excitation as he awaited your next move.

It an embarrassingly short amount of time, your resolve fell away. Even out in the open, where anyone could turn around and see, you were powerless to resist this exquisite man. A long moan left your lips as you closed your eyes and relented.

“I want to be good for you Sir.” You whispered the words so only Brian could hear.

Another hum came from the man underneath you, as if your response had been glaringly obvious. But how could he not know at this point how desperate you were for his praise?

To show you he was pleased, the hand on your thigh moved up slightly, daring to rub circles on your skin just underneath the hem of your shorts. Brian’s other hand continued to grip your waist, large and warm, his fingers stretching around almost to your navel. You were being worked and caressed with care, almost like a guitar in his talented hands.

“Well, Y/N, if you want to be a good girl, here’s what you are going to do.” It was incredibly unfair how Brian could be so calm and collected, speaking as if he was discussing the weather, while you were practically melting in his lap and trying desperately not to grind on his thigh. “You’re going to sit here with me and wait patiently until the plane finishes the ascent.” His grip in your waist squeezed hard then, to accentuate the next instruction. “No bad behaviour.”

You nodded quickly, for what Brian considered ‘bad behavior’ was obvious. There would be no squirming from you; no way to find any friction at all.

“Then,” Brian continued his lazy drawl, “Once we can walk around, you’re going to go to the toilet behind us and wait for me.” There was a pause in his directions as he lowered his nose to the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and placing a light kiss. You trembled at the feeling of his hot breath and lips; this was going to be an excruciating wait.

“If you please me, there will be a reward for you when I meet you there. If not… a punishment.” The words carried an extra weight, as they were said into your neck: warm puffs of air wafting over your skin and sending tingles pulsing down your spine. “I know you’ve been waiting since the shower Y/N, so I strongly suggest you be good for me right now.”

Again, you nodded, reduced to nothing but feeble gestures by his commanding tone.

“Do you understand the rules baby girl?”

You knew you actually had to respond verbally now, and managed to pull yourself together enough to squeak out a “Yes Sir.”

Brian moved his head back to its original position, causing you to focus on his eyes again. “What colour are you now Y/N?”

God, you were wary of doing too much so exposed in the beginning, but now you didn’t want it to stop. You were glad he had persuaded you to let him continue. “I’m green Brian.”

You were flooded with feelings of anticipation and sheer arousal as a sinful smirk crept onto Brian’s face. He looked mischievous and dangerous, holding you on his lap possessively. You were his to tease, play with, and devour.

“Good,” Brian said in a rough whisper, giving you another squeeze.

As the plane climbed higher, you became used to your new place in Brian’s lap, slowly growing to feel like you belonged there. There was something so right about being close to him like this, perfectly positioned for him to enjoy whenever he wanted. And Brian was kind in his enjoyment of you. The fingers under your shorts never strayed higher, and you couldn’t tell if you were thankful or frustrated by the fact.

You were definitely aroused, but you were learning to balance and control yourself on that edge, being good, but eager and ready to please Brian at his leisure. It was an intense feeling, and not an unpleasant one, keeping you completely in tune and focused on what he required from you. The man was intoxicating. He had such an air of subtle authority and humble confidence that you felt complete and fulfilled by simply submitting to him, not to mention incredibly turned-on. It was sexy to sit in Brian’s clutch; it made you feel desired and beautiful.

Across the table, Adam had finished showing Roger whatever was on his phone. The pair of men naturally noticed the new development between you and Brian, if they hadn’t before. Roger, obviously used to Brian’s antics and proclivities after all these years, simply rolled his eyes and looked out the window to pointedly ignore the situation. Adam was more curious, blinking slowly at the two of you to communicate his astonishment without calling attention to the back of the plane.

It came as a surprise, but you actually didn’t feel so embarrassed that Roger and Adam could see you on Brian’s lap. It really must have worked wonders, just this short time getting used to being close to him in front of the most trusted crew. Brian really knew what he was doing, showing you that your place was to be content in his grip. He was masterful with your emotions and always perceived just what your reactions would be.

Adam glanced at Brian past you, and a cheeky smirk appeared on his face, likely mirroring the older man’s smug one behind your back. Brian’s wonderful hands gripped your thigh and waist tighter again then. Your core clenched at his need to claim you, even just from Adam. You could see his long fingers go white from the pressure and certainly could feel the clamping pain they caused. There would probably be a red mark left there briefly once Brian pulled away, but you loved it.

Soon, Brian upped the ante, and moved your hair to one side. You felt his soft lips run over the back of your neck. He was kissing and nipping, exploring the new territory that had yet to be marked. You ached under his ministrations, but used all of your will-power to refrain from moving, simply tilting your head when he guided you to do so. After a while, Brian stopped his kisses to whisper quietly.

“You’re doing very well honey...” The words were so light that you were certain nobody else could hear. “Such a perfect girl for me.”

Christ, how much longer was there until the captain said you could get up? You didn’t know if you could last, not if Brian started the dirty talk again. His god-like touch and voice were just too much for a mere mortal like you.

Thankfully, Brian kept his words to a minimum, simply massaging your body with his hands and kissing sporadically when he felt like it. You sat still, open and accepting to all his touches, until finally you heard the pilot’s announcement.

Brian lifted his hand off your waist and lightly patted your bum with his palm. You thought that must have been the signal for you to excuse yourself, and so you did so quickly. Your legs felt like jelly as you hopped down from Brian’s lap and they touched the floor for the first time in a while, but Brian was prepared for this and continued to hold on to you as you steadied yourself. He have you one last smile, hazel eyes glinting, before releasing you to walk down the aisle.

You felt the gaze of Adam and Roger, as well as Brian’s, as you made your way to the lavatory. Luckily, the bathroom was also at the back of the plane so you didn’t have to walk past any of the other crew members on your route.

Your stomach rolled with anticipation as you opened the door to the restroom. It was bigger than the usual airplane toilet, but with both you and Brian in the room it would still be very cramped. Not knowing really where to sit, you chose the toilet seat. You were crawling out of your skin, waves of excitement and arousal coursing through you as you awaited Brian’s entrance. You hoped you had done what he wanted, because you were aching for a reward from him.

Maybe you should present yourself more invitingly? You weren’t sure. It was all too much, sitting here alone with only the engine noise for company. You just wished Brian was here to tell you what to do.

Minutes passed, and still Brian didn’t come. Was this another test? Or had you been bad and this was your punishment? You were overcome and aching for release, but you didn’t dare touch yourself. Brian had told you to wait here for him, and you would do so: for as long as he wanted.

…

Your patience paid off, for some time later the door handle moved and you were greeted with hungry hazel eyes peeking through the crack. Brian opened the door just enough for him to step inside, crouching a bit to fit through the opening, and then quickly closed it again and turned the lock. You were immediately surrounded by his large, commanding presence.

Brian stood almost overtop of you, sitting as you were on the toilet. The room was small and crowded, just has you had thought, so he was forced to loom over you, legs on either side of your body. Honestly you weren’t complaining. You always liked feeling small next to Brian, and the position was giving you a lovely view of his crotch.

As you looked up, his body seemed to stretch on and on, finally ending with his precious curls brushing up against the ceiling. Brian caught your eyes then, grinning salaciously at your smaller form beneath him. A new rush of heat and wetness flowed through your core at his expression; you couldn’t wait to be devoured.

“Hello beautiful.” Brian’s voice was dark and warm. He placed his hands on the wall behind you, completing the cage around your body, and stared down into your nervous eyes.

“Hello Sir,” you answered him shakily.

A small, lopsided smirk appeared on Brian’s lips, but he shook his head subtly at your greeting, not moving from his position.

Oh.

Your stomach dropped into your knees as you knew what he was waiting for.

“Hello Daddy.” This time the words were almost whispered in reverence to the man above you.

Brian was pleased then, for his grin widened and his eyes darkened. He took one of your hands in his and brought it to his lips to place a kiss on the inside of you wrist, bending down to reach. His touch lingered on your skin when he pulled away, once again catching you in his piercing stare.

“You were very good out there Y/N. How did it make you feel?” he said gently, all of his attention focused on your answer. It made you feel safe to know that he was so dedicated to finding your true feelings on the semi-public display. He had nothing to worry about though. Thanks to him, you had recently discovered that you very much liked it.

“I enjoyed letting you touch me Daddy…”, never mind your new discovery, the words were still hard to get out. “And I enjoyed that some people could have seen.” You took a deep breath then, glancing down at the floor, before meeting Brian’s eyes again, determined to finish your thoughts. “I… I want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You must have said the right thing, for the always-controlled Brian May briefly lost his ability to speak. You were deeply proud of yourself as he stared at you, astonishment and rapture plain on his face.

The silence didn’t last long before a sudden growl ripped loudly from Brian’s throat. He bent down to grab you roughly around the waist, lifting you up with brutal, impassioned strength that surprised you and threw you down on the sink counter. He was like an animal, unable to control himself as he pulled open the button of your shorts. You had to hold yourself on the counter as he pulled both them and your panties down in one strong sweep. He looked at the obvious wet patch left on your undergarments before smirking and throwing them on the floor.

“Yes honey,” he drawled, “You’re all MINE. Daddy’s gonna show you how nice it feels to be his good girl.”

With those filthy words, Brian sat himself down on the toilet seat, now having eye-level access to your weeping core. You were stunned by his aggressive actions and you could do nothing but wait, heart pounding and insides heating, so incredibly turned on by the man in front of you. You wanted him to take you any way he liked.

“Open baby. Let Daddy see his pretty pussy.”

The new directives went straight between your legs, and you knew a slick, wanting sex awaited Brian’s gaze as you dutifully did as he said. You felt so exposed to him in this position, but you were learning that you liked the slightly humiliated state Brian so often put you in for his pleasure. You would do anything for the man, and he knew it.

Brian looked at the area between your legs with hunger, lust, and something you couldn’t quite place: almost like gratitude. That was strange. You were the one that should be grateful, worshiping the ground Brian walked on. As far as you were concerned, you were the lucky half, getting to please this wonderful man you had wanted your whole life.

After a few moments, Brian leaned in between your legs and inhaled deeply. It was absolutely obscene, how his face contorted into pleasure as he smelled your arousal. You couldn’t help but whine as the exhaled air touched your waiting folds. It was a stark reminder how vulnerable you were to the strong man in front of you.

It seemed Brian couldn’t resist teasing you just a little longer, because he began to speak in that low, smooth voice with his face still inches from your hole.

“So wet Y/N… You really do get off on being a good girl for me.” He brought one long finger up to draw a line through your open sex, teasing lazily like he had been doing this for years. Of course, he had. The fact sprung to your mind and a sudden surge of jealously filled your veins. It quickly passed though, for Brian nudged you with his nose, interrupting all other thought. You were his now and that was all that mattered.

“Enjoy your reward baby girl.”

With those last words, Brian delved in. His tongue came out to lap at your pussy and remind you just how good he was at this. The muscles in your thighs clenched uncontrollably at the pleasure, and Brian’s strong hands settled on your upper legs to prohibit any more movement from you. You were just to sit still and enjoy what he gave you.

Oh boy, he was masterful. His tongue, nose and lips were insistent as he ate your pussy like it was the best meal he’d ever had. Wave upon wave of beautiful pleasure built up higher and higher within you, but he would always know when to move his tongue and prevent you finishing before he wanted. Every time you thought you couldn’t take any more, Brian changed his area of focus, and you climbed to an even better feeling. If you weren’t in an airplane bathroom, clutching at the counter in desperation, you were sure you would be screaming out his name. As it was, you couldn’t’ help but whisper your appreciation breathlessly into the small room.

“Oh Daddy… God.” You said what you could between heavy heaving and keens of need. “Thank you Daddy. You’re so wonderful.”

Brian simply replied to your words with a hum, sending even more stimulus into your core. At this point he had his tongue deep in your channel, reaching places you never thought a mouth could get to. It was bordering on overstimulation but the slight pain in your swollen clit added to your submission and pleasure. You were frantic with ecstasy, riding the tingles of energy burning through your core.

“I’m so close,” you whined, trying desperately not to buck into his hands, “Please Daddy, let me come.”

Brian was kind then, likely due to this being your reward, and went straight for your clit, sucking on it hard. One of his hands lifted off your thighs, and immediately you felt the intrusion of two long fingers curling inside you. That was more than enough. The dam holding your climax broke, and all your muscles released at once, shuddering around Brian’s fingers as your juices soaked his hand and face. You were boneless, lying on the counter as your pussy continued to spasm with delight. If it weren’t for Brian holding you upright, you were pretty sure you would fall to the floor.

Eventually, after licking your clit throughout the orgasm, Brian pulled away from you and slipped his fingers out of your heat. His face glistened as he maintained heavy eye-contact, slowly bringing his wet fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. If you weren’t so utterly exhausted and satisfied from your recent climax, that sight alone would make you cum. As it was, your pussy clenched in a final after-shock, causing a pleased smirk to cross Brian’s face.

“Did you enjoy your reward Y/N?” The amount of self-satisfied, smug cockiness that dripped from Brian’s mouth would be annoying, if it wasn’t so hot. The man had you lusting at his whim.

“Yes, very much. Thank you Daddy.” You meant the words. If this was how he could make you feel whenever he wanted, you would do whatever it took to get him to do it again.

Brian stood up from the toilet seat and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “Now you know how it pays to be a good girl.” He picked you up again then, with a little more struggle than last time, and placed you where he had been sitting. He then proceeded to wash his hands and face thoroughly, using a generous amount of soap in attempt to cover up your smell. In no time at all, Brian looked as clean and immaculate as ever, while you were still a dripping heap on the toilet seat.

Once he was finished drying himself, Brian looked down at you. “Clean yourself up Y/N. You’ve been an absolute delight this whole trip. I’m very proud of you.” Your heart soared at those words, for that was all you had wanted during the introduction. “I would normally help you wash, but I think I’ve been in here enough already. People will notice if I’m gone too long.” He gave you an apologetic smile before leaning down to place a final soft kiss on your lips.

The flavour of him still lingered as Brian left the lavatory, but you had to focus on getting clean. Once you had washed the tender area between your legs and dried your hands, you reached down to pick up your shorts and panties… only to find something missing. That cheeky bastard had made off with your underwear.

Chapter 19: The Reward (Alternate)

Notes:

Same chapter as 'The Reward', but without the Daddy kink

You tried desperately to calm yourself in Brian’s lap, forcing your legs to stop squirming and trying to ignore the ache you felt between them. Brian was still looking into your eyes, pinning you with both his penetrating gaze and his tight grip on your waist. His pupils were wide with excitation as he awaited your next move.

It an embarrassingly short amount of time, your resolve fell away. Even out in the open, where anyone could turn around and see, you were powerless to resist this exquisite man. A long moan left your lips as you closed your eyes and relented.

“I want to be good for you Sir.” You whispered the words so only Brian could hear.

Another hum came from the man underneath you, as if your response had been glaringly obvious. But how could he not know at this point how desperate you were for his praise?

To show you he was pleased, the hand on your thigh moved up slightly, daring to rub circles on your skin just underneath the hem of your shorts. Brian’s other hand continued to grip your waist, large and warm, his fingers stretching around almost to your navel. You were being worked and caressed with care, almost like a guitar in his talented hands.

“Well, Y/N, if you want to be a good girl, here’s what you are going to do.” It was incredibly unfair how Brian could be so calm and collected, speaking as if he was discussing the weather, while you were practically melting in his lap and trying desperately not to grind on his thigh. “You’re going to sit here with me and wait patiently until the plane finishes the ascent.” His grip in your waist squeezed hard then, to accentuate the next instruction. “No bad behaviour.”

You nodded quickly, for what Brian considered ‘bad behavior’ was obvious. There would be no squirming from you; no way to find any friction at all.

“Then,” Brian continued his lazy drawl, “Once we can walk around, you’re going to go to the toilet behind us and wait for me.” There was a pause in his directions as he lowered his nose to the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and placing a light kiss. You trembled at the feeling of his hot breath and lips; this was going to be an excruciating wait.

“If you please me, there will be a reward for you when I meet you there. If not… a punishment.” The words carried an extra weight, as they were said into your neck: warm puffs of air wafting over your skin and sending tingles pulsing down your spine. “I know you’ve been waiting since the shower Y/N, so I strongly suggest you be good for me right now.”

Again, you nodded, reduced to nothing but feeble gestures by his commanding tone.

“Do you understand the rules baby girl?”

You knew you actually had to respond verbally now, and managed to pull yourself together enough to squeak out a “Yes Sir.”

Brian moved his head back to its original position, causing you to focus on his eyes again. “What colour are you now Y/N?”

God, you were wary of doing too much so exposed in the beginning, but now you didn’t want it to stop. You were glad he had persuaded you to let him continue. “I’m green Brian.”

You were flooded with feelings of anticipation and sheer arousal as a sinful smirk crept onto Brian’s face. He looked mischievous and dangerous, holding you on his lap possessively. You were his to tease, play with, and devour.

“Good,” Brian said in a rough whisper, giving you another squeeze.

As the plane climbed higher, you became used to your new place in Brian’s lap, slowly growing to feel like you belonged there. There was something so right about being close to him like this, perfectly positioned for him to enjoy whenever he wanted. And Brian was kind in his enjoyment of you. The fingers under your shorts never strayed higher, and you couldn’t tell if you were thankful or frustrated by the fact.

You were definitely aroused, but you were learning to balance and control yourself on that edge, being good, but eager and ready to please Brian at his leisure. It was an intense feeling, and not an unpleasant one, keeping you completely in tune and focused on what he required from you. The man was intoxicating. He had such an air of subtle authority and humble confidence that you felt complete and fulfilled by simply submitting to him, not to mention incredibly turned-on. It was sexy to sit in Brian’s clutch; it made you feel desired and beautiful.

Across the table, Adam had finished showing Roger whatever was on his phone. The pair of men naturally noticed the new development between you and Brian, if they hadn’t before. Roger, obviously used to Brian’s antics and proclivities after all these years, simply rolled his eyes and looked out the window to pointedly ignore the situation. Adam was more curious, blinking slowly at the two of you to communicate his astonishment without calling attention to the back of the plane.

It came as a surprise, but you actually didn’t feel so embarrassed that Roger and Adam could see you on Brian’s lap. It really must have worked wonders, just this short time getting used to being close to him in front of the most trusted crew. Brian really knew what he was doing, showing you that your place was to be content in his grip. He was masterful with your emotions and always perceived just what your reactions would be.

Adam glanced at Brian past you, and a cheeky smirk appeared on his face, likely mirroring the older man’s smug one behind your back. Brian’s wonderful hands gripped your thigh and waist tighter again then. Your core clenched at his need to claim you, even just from Adam. You could see his long fingers go white from the pressure and certainly could feel the clamping pain they caused. There would probably be a red mark left there briefly once Brian pulled away, but you loved it.

Soon, Brian upped the ante, and moved your hair to one side. You felt his soft lips run over the back of your neck. He was kissing and nipping, exploring the new territory that had yet to be marked. You ached under his ministrations, but used all of your will-power to refrain from moving, simply tilting your head when he guided you to do so. After a while, Brian stopped his kisses to whisper quietly.

“You’re doing very well honey...” The words were so light that you were certain nobody else could hear. “Such a perfect girl for me.”

Christ, how much longer was there until the captain said you could get up? You didn’t know if you could last, not if Brian started the dirty talk again. His god-like touch and voice were just too much for a mere mortal like you.

Thankfully, Brian kept his words to a minimum, simply massaging your body with his hands and kissing sporadically when he felt like it. You sat still, open and accepting to all his touches, until finally you heard the pilot’s announcement.

Brian lifted his hand off your waist and lightly patted your bum with his palm. You thought that must have been the signal for you to excuse yourself, and so you did so quickly. Your legs felt like jelly as you hopped down from Brian’s lap and they touched the floor for the first time in a while, but Brian was prepared for this and continued to hold on to you as you steadied yourself. He have you one last smile, hazel eyes glinting, before releasing you to walk down the aisle.

You felt the gaze of Adam and Roger, as well as Brian’s, as you made your way to the lavatory. Luckily, the bathroom was also at the back of the plane so you didn’t have to walk past any of the other crew members on your route.

Your stomach rolled with anticipation as you opened the door to the restroom. It was bigger than the usual airplane toilet, but with both you and Brian in the room it would still be very cramped. Not knowing really where to sit, you chose the toilet seat. You were crawling out of your skin, waves of excitement and arousal coursing through you as you awaited Brian’s entrance. You hoped you had done what he wanted, because you were aching for a reward from him.

Maybe you should present yourself more invitingly? You weren’t sure. It was all too much, sitting here alone with only the engine noise for company. You just wished Brian was here to tell you what to do.

Minutes passed, and still Brian didn’t come. Was this another test? Or had you been bad and this was your punishment? You were overcome and aching for release, but you didn’t dare touch yourself. Brian had told you to wait here for him, and you would do so: for as long as he wanted.

…

Your patience paid off, for some time later the door handle moved and you were greeted with hungry hazel eyes peeking through the crack. Brian opened the door just enough for him to step inside, crouching a bit to fit through the opening, and then quickly closed it again and turned the lock. You were immediately surrounded by his large, commanding presence.

Brian stood almost overtop of you, sitting as you were on the toilet. The room was small and crowded, just has you had thought, so he was forced to loom over you, legs on either side of your body. Honestly you weren’t complaining. You always liked feeling small next to Brian, and the position was giving you a lovely view of his crotch.

As you looked up, his body seemed to stretch on and on, finally ending with his precious curls brushing up against the ceiling. Brian caught your eyes then, grinning salaciously at your smaller form beneath him. A new rush of heat and wetness flowed through your core at his expression; you couldn’t wait to be devoured.

“Hello beautiful.” Brian’s voice was dark and warm. He placed his hands on the wall behind you, completing the cage around your body, and stared down into your nervous eyes.

“Hello Brian,” you answered him shakily.

A small, lopsided smirk appeared on Brian’s lips, but he shook his head subtly at your greeting, not moving from his position.

Oh.

Your stomach dropped into your knees as you knew what he was waiting for.

“Hello Sir.” This time the words were almost whispered in reverence to the man above you.

Brian was pleased then, for his grin widened and his eyes darkened. He took one of your hands in his and brought it to his lips to place a kiss on the inside of you wrist, bending down to reach. His touch lingered on your skin when he pulled away, once again catching you in his piercing stare.

“You were very good out there Y/N. How did it make you feel?” he said gently, all of his attention focused on your answer. It made you feel safe to know that he was so dedicated to finding your true feelings on the semi-public display. He had nothing to worry about though. Thanks to him, you had recently discovered that you very much liked it.

“I enjoyed letting you touch me Sir…”, never mind your new discovery, the words were still hard to get out. “And I enjoyed that some people could have seen.” You took a deep breath then, glancing down at the floor, before meeting Brian’s eyes again, determined to finish your thoughts. “I… I want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You must have said the right thing, for the always-controlled Brian May briefly lost his ability to speak. You were deeply proud of yourself as he stared at you, astonishment and rapture plain on his face.

The silence didn’t last long before a sudden growl ripped loudly from Brian’s throat. He bent down to grab you roughly around the waist, lifting you up with brutal, impassioned strength that surprised you and threw you down on the sink counter. He was like an animal, unable to control himself as he pulled open the button of your shorts. You had to hold yourself on the counter as he pulled both them and your panties down in one strong sweep. He looked at the obvious wet patch left on your undergarments before smirking and throwing them on the floor.

“Yes honey,” he drawled, “You’re all MINE. I’m gonna show you how nice it feels to be my good girl.”

With those filthy words, Brian sat himself down on the toilet seat, now having eye-level access to your weeping core. You were stunned by his aggressive actions and you could do nothing but wait, heart pounding and insides heating, so incredibly turned on by the man in front of you. You wanted him to take you any way he liked.

“Open baby. Let me see my pretty pussy.”

The new directives went straight between your legs, and you knew a slick, wanting sex awaited Brian’s gaze as you dutifully did as he said. You felt so exposed to him in this position, but you were learning that you liked the slightly humiliated state Brian so often put you in for his pleasure. You would do anything for the man, and he knew it.

Brian looked at the area between your legs with hunger, lust, and something you couldn’t quite place: almost like gratitude. That was strange. You were the one that should be grateful, worshiping the ground Brian walked on. As far as you were concerned, you were the lucky half, getting to please this wonderful man you had wanted your whole life.

After a few moments, Brian leaned in between your legs and inhaled deeply. It was absolutely obscene, how his face contorted into pleasure as he smelled your arousal. You couldn’t help but whine as the exhaled air touched your waiting folds. It was a stark reminder how vulnerable you were to the strong man in front of you.

It seemed Brian couldn’t resist teasing you just a little longer, because he began to speak in that low, smooth voice with his face still inches from your hole.

“So wet Y/N… You really do get off on being a good girl for me.” He brought one long finger up to draw a line through your open sex, teasing lazily like he had been doing this for years. Of course, he had. The fact sprung to your mind and a sudden surge of jealously filled your veins. It quickly passed though, for Brian nudged you with his nose, interrupting all other thought. You were his now and that was all that mattered.

“Enjoy your reward baby girl.”

With those last words, Brian delved in. His tongue came out to lap at your pussy and remind you just how good he was at this. The muscles in your thighs clenched uncontrollably at the pleasure, and Brian’s strong hands settled on your upper legs to prohibit any more movement from you. You were just to sit still and enjoy what he gave you.

Oh boy, he was masterful. His tongue, nose and lips were insistent as he ate your pussy like it was the best meal he’d ever had. Wave upon wave of beautiful pleasure built up higher and higher within you, but he would always know when to move his tongue and prevent you finishing before he wanted. Every time you thought you couldn’t take any more, Brian changed his area of focus, and you climbed to an even better feeling. If you weren’t in an airplane bathroom, clutching at the counter in desperation, you were sure you would be screaming out his name. As it was, you couldn’t’ help but whisper your appreciation breathlessly into the small room.

“Oh Brian… God.” You said what you could between heavy heaving and keens of need. “Thank you Sir. You’re so wonderful.”

Brian simply replied to your words with a hum, sending even more stimulus into your core. At this point he had his tongue deep in your channel, reaching places you never thought a mouth could get to. It was bordering on overstimulation but the slight pain in your swollen clit added to your submission and pleasure. You were frantic with ecstasy, riding the tingles of energy burning through your core.

“I’m so close,” you whined, trying desperately not to buck into his hands, “Please Sir, let me come.”

Brian was kind then, likely due to this being your reward, and went straight for your clit, sucking on it hard. One of his hands lifted off your thighs, and immediately you felt the intrusion of two long fingers curling inside you. That was more than enough. The dam holding your climax broke, and all your muscles released at once, shuddering around Brian’s fingers as your juices soaked his hand and face. You were boneless, lying on the counter as your pussy continued to spasm with delight. If it weren’t for Brian holding you upright, you were pretty sure you would fall to the floor.

Eventually, after licking your clit throughout the orgasm, Brian pulled away from you and slipped his fingers out of your heat. His face glistened as he maintained heavy eye-contact, slowly bringing his wet fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. If you weren’t so utterly exhausted and satisfied from your recent climax, that sight alone would make you cum. As it was, your pussy clenched in a final after-shock, causing a pleased smirk to cross Brian’s face.

“Did you enjoy your reward Y/N?” The amount of self-satisfied, smug cockiness that dripped from Brian’s mouth would be annoying, if it wasn’t so hot. The man had you lusting at his whim.

“Yes, very much. Thank you Sir.” You meant the words. If this was how he could make you feel whenever he wanted, you would do whatever it took to get him to do it again.

Brian stood up from the toilet seat and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “Now you know how it pays to be a good girl.” He picked you up again then, with a little more struggle than last time, and placed you where he had been sitting. He then proceeded to wash his hands and face thoroughly, using a generous amount of soap in attempt to cover up your smell. In no time at all, Brian looked as clean and immaculate as ever, while you were still a dripping heap on the toilet seat.

Once he was finished drying himself, Brian looked down at you. “Clean yourself up Y/N. You’ve been an absolute delight this whole trip. I’m very proud of you.” Your heart soared at those words, for that was all you had wanted during the introduction. “I would normally help you wash, but I think I’ve been in here enough already. People will notice if I’m gone too long.” He gave you an apologetic smile before leaning down to place a final soft kiss on your lips.

The flavour of him still lingered as Brian left the lavatory, but you had to focus on getting clean. Once you had washed the tender area between your legs and dried your hands, you reached down to pick up your shorts and panties… only to find something missing. That cheeky bastard had made off with your underwear.

Chapter 20: Understanding

Notes:

Sorry I took so long! I've been really busy at the moment but I'm still really invested in this story!

With your skin flushing again at the sheer gall of Dr. Brian May: PhD, CBE and panty bandit, you pulled your shorts up over your bare skin. You were still sensitive from your reward, so every brush of the tight fabric would remind you of your nakedness, and therefore of Brian… As if he didn’t have enough of your attention already.

A quick glance into the mirror let you fix your hair. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too obvious to what you had just been up to. You took a deep breath and left the bathroom, walking back to the seating area at the back. You arrived at the table quickly and flashed your eyes at Brian, glaring daggers to show what you thought of his thievery.

You mustn’t have been very intimidating, for Brian seemed unrepentant, smirking with conceited glee and patting the cushion beside him. Despite your disapproving act, you sat where he directed like his good girl. It’s what you were, and what you had always wanted to be if the last couple days were any indication. If he wanted your panties, really, you were happy to sit here beside him with the physical reminder that he held all the cards.

Roger smiled and raised his eyebrows as you returned, glancing between you and Brian almost in disbelief. He didn’t say anything, but his amusement at the situation was apparent in his features. Adam simply gave you a sly wink once you made eye contact with him. It made your cheeks redden of course, but that was quickly remedied by Brian’s arm draping over your shoulders again.

A bit of an awkward silence followed, with both Roger and Adam staring at you and Brian across the table. You’d never felt this way before, your gut twisting under their eyes. It didn’t feel ‘dirty’, exactly, but you’d never been so obvious with your sex life in front of others. Only the fact that it was Brian’s suggestion and that he was seemingly content with his friends knowing made it okay. Lust and indulgence were clearly a part of rock and roll, and the veterans of this business were comfortable with all that implied. It was freeing and beyond erotic to be able to experience the baseness of it all, especially with a man such as Brian. You could get used to being with him in front of his closest friends, but suspected the act would be much different around most people.

Interrupting your thoughts, Roger’s voice finally broke through the air. “Good God Bri…” he said, looking at his old friend fondly, “Up to your old tricks again I see.”

Adam offered a quiet chuckle at the statement, obviously thinking along the same lines as the drummer, which caused Roger in turn to grin. He looked into your eyes then to give you a playful warning.

“I hope you’re up for it darling. Brian is known for being a bit… obsessive… once he’s found something that interests him.” Roger’s words were teasing, but you could see the truth in them as you thought of Brian’s many interests and replayed the brunch conversation over in your head. You could tell that the scientist really got attached to certain passions, but it was actually something you admired: a man who knew what he liked and didn’t hide it from others. You were more than ready for all of Brian’s attention, and wanted them to know as much.

“Well, I’ve been a bit obsessed with him for most of my life, so it’s about time he returned the favour.” To match Roger’s tone, you’d meant for your answer to also be both truthful and humourous, but you did regret the words a bit once you realized they brought up the age and power disparity between you and Brian. YOU liked the dynamic, but it didn't mean others would be so accepting.

“Another love-sick female, lusting after the dreamy Dr. May.” Adam’s melodic voice floated to your ears, and you could tell he was joking from the brightness he spoke with. “And this time he’s keen to take advantage.”

Roger smiled at Adams comment, letting the levity sit before speaking again. “I’ve always wondered how women find all… this…” he gestured circularly at Brian’s form, “Attractive.”

You were about to launch into a full-blown defence and explanation of Brian’s wonderful qualities, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, when the man in question stopped you with a large hand gripping your jaw. He held your eyes to his and his deep voice rumbled. “Don’t take that bait Y/N. Sometimes is better to leave them pondering.” And then, as if to prove his point, Brian kissed you in front of the two other men.

Roger rolled his eyes at Brian’s display and looked back at you. “I’m just glad we won’t have to put up with a moody poodle for the rest of the tour. He’s finally got someone to help take his mind off those endless tangents.”

Brian’s face contorted into mock-hurt at the jibe, mouth hanging open and hand dropping from your face to clutch at his chest. He’d obviously been compared to that particular dog breed many times before and had resigned himself to Roger’s teasing. However, being the quick-witted snark that he was, Brian was grinning in no time, primed to deliver a rebuttal. He pulled you closer to him on the couch and settled in for a lazy, cocky reply.

“… Jealous Rog?”

Brian’s accompanying smile was all teeth.

…

The rest of the plane trip passed pleasantly as you were entertained with various stories and discussions between the three performers and yourself. After some of the crazier tales you almost had to pinch yourself to remind you that you were in the presence of legends. Who would have thought, two days ago, that you would end up here?

The flight was relatively short as Houston wasn’t too far from Dallas, and before you knew it the announcement was made for landing. Everyone grabbed their bags and began to file out of the plane, eager to stretch their legs after the journey.

Brian of course waited for you, offering his arm out to direct you in front of him as you walked out. The sun shone down on you upon exiting the plane, leaving a warm fuzzy feeling on your skin to mirror the feeling in your stomach: you were walking into your first city as a member of a Queen tour. It was a dream come true.

To make it even better, Brian’s hand came to rest on your shoulder as you descended the staircase, and the fresh air felt cool between your legs where there was no underwear. Both of the sensations reminded you of the incredible, attractive man who put you in this position, and how deeply eager you were to experience more of what he had to offer. You were smitten, infatuated, and desperate to please him, and you knew it would only get worse, but you absolutely loved it.

There were a group of cars waiting just off the runway from where you and everyone else had gotten off the plane. The producers, managers and band members were quickly discussing travel arrangements and plans for the show tonight before splitting up into their various vehicles. Brian himself was busy talking to Jim and Roger, having politely excused himself from you.

As you were standing nearby, alone for the moment, Adam walked over to you with a smile.

“Hey Y/N, how’s it going so far?” he asked sweetly, even though he had just been talking to you on the plane.

“Just fine, I think.” You looked back up at him and returned his grin.

Adam placed his hand on the back of his neck sheepishly, looking up to the sky, before continuing. “Look, you probably already know this, but all that stuff on the plane… it was all in fun.” He looked back at you then. “We're really pleased that you'll be joining the tour, both for our and Brian’s sake.”

You couldn’t help but widen your grin at his nervousness. You could tell that the earlier banter was only playful ribbing, but it was very kind of Adam to make sure you didn’t feel out of place.

“Thank you Adam,” you said sincerely, “I didn’t take it negatively at all. In fact, I was expecting worse.” You smiled in self-deprecation. “It’s a bit scandalous, my attraction to Brian, but I don’t want people to think I’m indecent.”

“No, no Y/N. Don’t worry about that.” Adam waved his hand as if to brush the thought away. “This group has seen it all. Believe me.” He seemed to consider something then, moving his head from side to side as if he wasn’t sure what to share, before deciding in a flash. “For what it’s worth Y/N… I totally get it.”

You were slightly confused by his sudden words, and it must have shown on your face for Adam felt he had to explain himself before you asked.

“I mean your thing with Brian… He’s hot right?” He looked into your eyes, pleading to find some common ground. Oh my god! You were astounded by what you had just heard, and had to resist dropping your mouth open. The singer felt at least a bit of the same way you did. It was so kind of Adam to reach out to you like this, when he was afraid you were feeling overwhelmed, and extend the olive branch. A happy warmth filled you at his thoughtfulness as he continued to speak.

“I’ve been around him a lot and there’s just something about him. It’s…” Adam seemed at a loss for words trying to describe Brian’s presence, and you couldn’t blame him. “Anyways,” he continued, “What I mean is that I know you’re not just some gold-digger. I can understand what you see in him.”

Adam turned away slightly after his confession, chuckling at himself as you smiled. You were beyond happy to have Adam tell you this, for he truly seemed to understand. You knew then that he, at least, sensed you were here for the right reasons.

‘Okay, maybe not the ‘right’ reasons,’ you thought to yourself harshly, but you weren’t just a star-chaser.

At that moment you grew incredibly fond of Adam, and knew you would have a true friend for the tour. Or at least someone you felt you could turn to.

“Thank you so much Adam,” you said, placing a hand on his arm. “That really means a lot to me, because I respect you immensely and couldn’t bear it if you thought I was taking advantage.” You hoped the words came out as heartfelt as you meant them, and were glad to see a smile appear on Adam’s face as he turned back to face you.

“You’re very welcome Y/N. And don’t worry about anyone judging you… Brian certainly doesn’t, and he’s hard to resist.”

You both laughed then, thinking of how the older man didn’t shy away from the more sordid implications of your relationship. He was certainly confident in his position and person, but if you were Brian May, why wouldn’t you be? He had a few insecurities that made him human, as you experienced not long ago, but overall he was unashamedly himself.

Once the cheerful moment passed, you could see people were starting to leave and Brian was wrapping up his conversation. Adam gave you a brief hug as you thanked him again and said a temporary goodbye. As he turned to walk away from you and into his car, you smiled to yourself, wondering if he too had a little crush on the Doctor. Who wouldn’t? Suddenly some of Adam's actions on stage made a little more sense: bowing, bending and fanboying before Brian during his solos. One could not help but get as close as possible to the guitarist.

Brian came back over to you then, standing close and squeezing your shoulder’s in a sideways embrace, as you had learned he liked to do. He led you in that position to his particular car, and glanced down at you while you were walking to ask a question.

“What was Adam talking to you about?” He asked curiously, but light-hearted.

“Oh nothing much,” you beamed back up at him, slightly cheeky and withholding. “He was just making sure I was comfortable with the conversation on the plane.”

Brian’s eyes brightened upon hearing that, causing the soft wrinkles at the corners to grow. It was beautiful to see him so happy. “Adam’s a good lad. I knew he’d like you.” If Brian knew you were holding anything back, he chose not to bring it up.

Once you got into the car, Brian opened your door as usual, and then took his seat in the back beside you. It was always funny to see him fold his long legs up and squeeze into the small space, and you were touched that he went through the discomfort to be next to you. But you still couldn’t hide you amusement.

Brian obviously saw you grinning at him as he maneuvered himself, and gave you a playful scowl in return. “I’m going to have to order a different type of car when I bring you along,” he said, “because this is starting to get tiresome.”

He splayed one leg closer to your side so that it didn’t touch the seat in front, where the partition to the driver began. It was a classic example of man-spreading, though necessary in this case, and you didn’t mind one bit. It made his shorts ride up, and you could see his beautiful, slender, hairy legs on full display. Also, you knew what Brian was carrying between them, so you couldn’t blame him for giving himself a little extra room. How on earth he wore all those tight pants in the 70s you would never know.

Brian saw you staring, and his scowl quickly turned into a cocky smirk. He moved even closer to you, scooting across the seat and pressing you against his body. You were beginning to love car rides with Brian, for they gave you the privacy to be close behind tinted windows. You were in heaven, breathing in the scent of him as you lay against his side, face close to that wonderful exposed chest.

“So Y/N…” Brian’s smooth drawl broke you out of your musings. “What were you really talking with Adam about?”

You looked up to see his expressive eyes shining down on you, awaiting an answer. Deciding to play coy, you pouted and shook your head, motioning to seal your lips with an invisible zipper. There was really nothing to discuss, for your conversation with Adam had been nothing but friendly and understanding, but Brian didn’t need to know that, and you wouldn't give away Adam's secret.

“Come on Y/N.” Brian squeezed you harder against him, growing impatient. This was not a man accustomed to waiting. “It wouldn’t happen to have been about little old me, would it?” He really did like to know everything, you thought to yourself: to always be in control.

“Well I’m not so sure about the little part,” you looked his long body over and raised your eyebrows suggestively, “but it may have come up.” You placed a hand in his chest hair, rubbing circles gently on his skin. It was telling how curious he was about the brief conversation that he didn’t stop your hand immediately and withhold himself from you, the tease. He was letting you do what you wanted, and you knew subliminally that the payment for this would be your truth.

“Really Brian, he just said that he knew I wouldn’t take advantage, and that he could see I was truly attracted to you.” You said it straight, gazing up into his deep eyes, and could see his features soften at your honesty.

Brian cupped your cheek with his hand and placed a kiss on your forehead, smiling as he pulled away. “That’s why I picked you as well sweetheart.” His hand traced down your chin, along your neck and then left your skin at the collar bone to settle on your thigh. “And I was fascinated by you much the same.”

The large hand now on your leg squeezed a bit, reminding you of his obvious lust that first meeting on stage. It was only last night, but it seemed like longer ago. But now, just like then, you were open to his touch and his possession, and hummed in approval before Brian’s deep voice continued.

“You’re exactly what I want after a concert, lovely girl.” The sinful praise went straight to you core as always. “And the rest of the time as well.”

Brian’s hand started drawing lazy patterns on your upper leg, much like it had done on the plane. It was oddly arousing, like he could do anything he wanted to you, even though the actual act was innocuous enough. It was like your body was his to use as he pleased. You began to heat again just thinking about it.

“Oh yes Y/N… I think I’m going to enjoy finding all your little secrets.”

Chapter 21: Expectations

Notes:

Small Daddy kink warning at the end of this chapter, but it's just mentioned not used. I didn't think it warranted an alternate chapter but I thought I'd warn everyone all the same!

When you and Brian arrived at the stadium in Houston the tour machine was already bustling. The trucks had driven through the night and the stage was already set up, with sound and lighting checks taking place. After a quick goodbye and some words of encouragement, Brian had gone off to test some of the set-up while you were introduced to more of the crew by a tour manager.

You were happy to be starting your official job and thought that the position was going to be a great fit. You had already talked to quite a few people and could see some problem areas with the fitness and health if the crew. There was a lot of physical work going on, and although everyone was a trained professional, muscle injuries still happened. You scheduled a few appointments for tomorrow during the day off, but didn’t have much opportunity for treatments at that moment, for everyone was rather busy setting up the show.

Once it was clear that there was no more you could do, your escort exchanged contact information to connect with you about treatment in the morning and left you to attend to other matters. You were a little overwhelmed, wandering alone with so much commotion going on around you, but you could distinctly hear the beat of a drumset echoing through the halls.

You decided to follow the noise, for if they were testing the drums the guitar must be soon to follow, and where there was guitar there was Brian. You passed various members of the crew on your way to the main stage, feeling slightly self-conscious on your own. You noticed that their expressions ranged from friendly greetings by those to whom you’d been introduced, to confused stares and even flirty pick-up lines from some of the male employees. You tried to be friendly and open with everyone, hoping that it would help you integrate into the team quickly, but you knew Brian wouldn’t be happy if he saw the way some of them looked at you. Secretly you wanted him to see, for you quite liked when Brian was driven to be a bit possessive.

As you approached the entrance to the main stage you heard the drums stop, and the unmistakable sound of the Red Special shredded through the air. That man certainly enjoyed some volume, and without any other instruments clouding the sound, the gut-twisting, face melting fullness of his guitar tone pounded into your body. God, you remembered again how fucking talented the man was. How on earth could you be interesting to someone such as him?

The hallway you came from led to the left side of the stage, so you were near Brian as you walked up the stairs. He was standing there as you knew he would be, looking completely at ease and in tune with his music as he tested out the sound. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, with him still dressed in his shorts and colourful button-up, standing in front of nine Vox AC30 amplifiers blasting at full power. How could someone be so cute and so sexy at the same time? You couldn’t tell if you wanted to hug him or get down on your knees at his feet.

Sadly though, you could do neither, for there were plenty of people in the area to ruin your fun. As you stepped closer, something must have caused Brian to look up, for he caught your eye and flashed you a grin, rolling his hips to the side and tilting the Red Special in that classic May pose. You knew you were smiling like an idiot, but you couldn’t help it, so you playfully fanned yourself as you walked to take a seat next to the amps.

Brian obviously liked the gesture, for he gave you a wink and proceeded to turn towards you, playing scales trilling up the neck of his guitar. It was like a mini-concert just for you, and you were transfixed as the beautiful man serenaded you with his skillful fingers. You knew what it was like to be played by those hands. You knew you wanted to experience it again.

Suddenly the fire started back up in your core, and you were almost embarrassed at yourself. You’d come not long ago on the plane, but here you were thirsting after Brian anew like some needy whore. What did this man do to you? You wanted him at all times, and a thought flashed through your mind of Brian bending you over one of the amps and fucking into you right here, in front of all his staff.

Perhaps your eyes had given you away, for Brian stopped playing and his cocky smile turned into a wicked smirk.

“Enjoying the show Y/N?” His voice was quiet so as not to let everyone hear in the now silent space, but it was clear and strong to your ears.

You quickly nodded and replied, eager to express your enjoyment for his playing. “Yes Bri! You sound wonderful as always.”

A devilish glint appeared in his hazel eyes then. He reached out to you and took your hand, leading you from the riser where you were sitting over to the row of amps. “In my experience,” he drawled, “The only way to truly test the sound quality is to immerse yourself in it.” Brian patted the top of one Vox box and stared suggestively into your eyes.

Your arousal heightened again as you glanced from his dark eyes to where his hand was resting. He wanted you to sit there? How were you going to survive with this man for another month?

Dutifully, you took a seat on the amp and crossed your legs. You glanced around the room quickly and saw some of the crew looking in your direction, which you knew caused your cheeks to redden.

“Now, darling, tell me how you think it sounds from here.” Brian’s voice snatched your focus back to him, and you could only nod as he stepped back and began to play again with a knowing smirk.

As soon as he struck the first chord, you felt the vibrations run up from the amp and through your body. The robust melody sent tingles along your nerves, causing your chest to tighten in excitement: the pure exhilaration that you had always experienced from Brian’s guitar. You were surrounded by a wall of sound as he played, not deafeningly loud this time, but still rich and powerful. It shook your body and invaded your head as you watched those long elegant fingers dance along the strings, mesmerizing you as you sat aching for him. You thought you recognised the chord progression and a bit of the solo from ‘Sail Away Sweet Sister’ within the notes, and sat engrossed as he played one of your favourite songs.

You couldn’t look away: those prominent veins and tendons running down his long hands, the bouncy silver curls that floated around his face, and of course the confident smirk on his full lips that showed how much he enjoyed your attention. It was just a soundcheck, but Brian was beautiful. He was showing you a world you had always wanted to see, and you watched, breathless, taking in as much of it as you could.

Before you knew it, Brian stopped playing, but the blood still pounded in your heart and head, and the need still throbbed between your clenched thighs.

“Well…?” His amused voice traveled to your ears as he placed Red on her stand and walked back to stand beside you.

You found your voice once Brian placed a hand on your shoulder. “It was incredible,” you said, looking into his eyes, still amazed by his little performance. The words did nothing to measure up to what you truly experienced from his playing, but you could never fully describe how his guitar work made you feel.

Brian, for his part, seemed satisfied with you answer. He smiled and nodded his head in agreement, maintaining eye contact to reply. “Yes, I agree. It sounds just fine.” He gazed at you for a moment longer with an unreadable expression on his face, before abruptly straightening up to full height and gesturing to address the others in the room. “Looks good everyone!” he said in a louder voice, “Great work once again!”

With that, Brian offered his hand for you to take in yours. Your small hand gripped his much larger one and he pulled you up off the amp. Your legs were still a bit shaky from being teased on the speaker, but it was a pleasant feeling you had come to know over the last few hours with Brian. He liked to leave you wanting.

“Come Y/N. Let me show you a little more.” Brian’s words were innocent enough in front of the sound people. They could make inferences if they wanted, but there was nothing overtly damning in his statement. It didn’t stop you, however, from hoping there was a double meaning between the lines.

Brian led you off the stage and down the hall to a dressing room marked with his name. He glanced in either direction before opening the door for you once he saw no one about. It was a little odd, that Brian didn’t care if people saw him parading you down from the rise, but that he was wary of anyone seeing you actually enter the room with him. Plausible deniability, you guessed. Brian was pretty well known for his openness so perhaps it wasn’t that unusual for him to show a new tour member the ropes.

The room was pretty small, but it contained a large, well-lit mirror and vanity along one wall. The other side of room was filled with a clothing rack of various shirts and trousers that you recognised to be Brian’s stage outfits. There was a couch at the far end, just big enough for you and Brian to sit as he walked you over to it.

Once you both sat down, Brian leaned back to look at you. You didn’t really know what to expect at this point, but you were just happy to sit beside him for now. Brian smiled and exhaled slowly, intelligent and youthful eyes glinting as he observed you beside him. He slipped a hand behind your neck, squeezing slightly to comfort and claim, before he opened his mouth to speak.

“My beautiful Y/N… I think it’s about time we laid out some rules and expectations between the two of us. I want to know what you are comfortable with, and you should know what I am looking for from you.”

You nodded eagerly, pleased to discuss your arrangement. It was a little difficult guessing what Brian wanted, and the openly secret relationship between you and him was confusing sometimes.

“I’m going to list some different things we can try, and I want you to use your colours to show me how comfortable you are with them. Does that sound okay?” Brian’s voice was gentle yet confident, and you felt completely safe with him, even if the subject matter could be a little uncomfortable to discuss.

“Yes Brian,” you agreed, “That sounds perfect.”

Brian grinned at your answer, and you matched his smile with one of your own.

“We’ll start easy… How do you feel about kissing?”

“Green.” The answer came immediately; you had already done much more with Brian and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Brian smiled at your eagerness. “Biting? Marking?”

You brushed a finger over the numerous hickies on your throat. You loved all the bruises he gave you. “Green.”

“Digital sex? Like Handjobs and fingering?”

You were slightly amused by his explanation, but to be honest the first thing that had popped into your head was some sort of erotic skype call: different generations and all that. “Green.”

Brian seemed amused too, but grinned and noted your answer before continuing.

“Oral sex?”

“Green.” You’d already experienced what he had to offer there, and were quite happy to choke on his cock whenever it pleased him in return.

Brian’s smile turned cocky then, probably due to the once again rapid answer. “Vaginal sex?”

“Green.”

“Anal sex?”

You had to pause there. This was new territory for you, but if Brian was experienced and wanted to try it, there was nothing inherently unappealing about it. “Yellow,” you said eventually, “Just because I don’t have any experience with that.”

Brian nodded his understanding. “Of course Y/N. We will take things as slow as you need. Thank you for being honest with me.” He leaned down to give you a quick peck on the lips as a reward for your answer. “Now,” he said with a wink, “The more kinky stuff.”

You took a deep breath in anticipation, wondering what manner of delightful things Brian wanted to show you.

“How do you feel about the light dom/sub play, like calling me Sir and following my instructions?”

Your heart picked up speed at the blatant mention of your past liaisons. “So green Sir.”

Brian cocked his head. “Very cute Y/N, but I want you to be focused right now. This is important. Okay sweetheart?”

His words were gentle, but they quickly brought you back to the present. “Yes, I’m sorry Brian.” You felt a little foolish under his gaze.

He smiled to show he wasn’t mad, and then asked the next question. “How about when I ask you to call me Daddy?”

You had to swallow the lump that formed in your throat. God, even that sentence filled your with thoughts of all the naughty things awaiting you at the hands of this gorgeous man.

“Green,” you said after taking a breath, “And I like when you tell me I’m a good girl.”

Brian nodded knowingly, obviously remembering your earlier reactions to him. You recognized that you were now entering new territory, coming to the end of what you and Brian had already done.

“What about if I decided to take things up a notch? More rewards and punishments for example… Some light bondage or humiliation.” Brian seemed deep in thought as he imagined all the things he could do to you. “How would you feel if I wanted to spank you?”

You had to resist moaning as Brian listed some of your darker fantasies. Your brain had definitely wandered to these places in the past, but you hadn’t met someone before whom the appeal would apply to. You had always imagined Brian in your mind, so wasn’t it extremely lucky that he was sitting here beside you now?

“I’ve not done much of that, but I believe I’m green Brian.”

The hazel eyes that met yours had turned dark and hungry. So much for keeping focus... maybe Brian needed to take his own advice. As if sensing your thoughts, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, moving his hand to massage your shoulder. Once he opened his eyes, he was completely concentrated on you, but you could tell there were some nerves below the surface.

“Alright Y/N, that’s probably enough for now. We can discuss other kinks later.” Brian paused then, and looked down to his lap in uncharacteristic shyness. “Just one last thing… How comfortable are you with being seen together in public?”

Ah yes, here was the root of most of your confusion. You thought the colours weren’t adequate to explain how you felt, so you opted for regular words.

“Umm, whatever you think is appropriate Brian.” You weren’t really certain what he was asking, for surely he didn’t mean COMPLETELY in public: the man was married. You took a breath before continuing. “Of course I know you can’t really be seen with me, and I understand the necessity for secrecy. I don’t want you to get torn apart in the tabloids.”

Brian shook his head a little. “No, no. Sorry Y/N, I should have been more specific. I just meant in front of the main crew and the band. You know, people who I trust.”

“Oh… well then yeah, that’s fine.” You were still slightly confused, for hadn’t Brian already introduced you to most of this group? “I was a little hesitant at first, but after the plane, as I told you, I found that I like people knowing I belong to you.”

Brian sensed your confusion, and continued to try and explain himself. “I guess what I’m trying to ask is that you aren’t…” Brian froze up a bit as he finally looked up from his lap and into your eyes. “You aren’t embarrassed to be seen with me? In front of the people you will soon be working with?”

There it was, that dreaded self-consciousness Brian buried deep below the surface. Your heart broke at his words. You wanted nothing more than to show him how wonderful he was, and how good he made you feel.

“God no Brian! Let everyone see! I want all the ladies to get jealous every time you hold me in your arms. You’re an amazing man, and I’m lucky you want me as I want you.”

Brian smiled softly, blinking slowly at your words. He gradually opened his long arms for a hug, and you fell into his warm embrace. You were enveloped in his smell once more, glad that he accepted your honesty. You lay there together for a while, just enjoying each other’s company alone in the dressing room.

After a tender moment, Brian’s chest rumbled against your cheek as he finally spoke in that lovely soft voice of his.

“I’m so happy I found you Y/N.”

Chapter 22: A Necessary Reminder

You lay content, wrapped in Brian’s arms, listening to the sounds of his breathing as your head rose and fell on his chest with each exhale. It was calm, relaxing and comforting to be so surrounded by his presence. You let out a soft hum, burying your head further into his neck and enjoying the feeling of his soft skin and hair on your cheek. He truly smelled amazing: sweet and spicy all at once. It was a good metaphor for his personality, you thought amusedly.

Your small keen was met with a light chuckle from Brian, and you could feel the deep vibrations run through his torso. Your heart clenched as the tremors flowed into you; it was as if you could sense the strength behind even these small movements. You were putty in Brian’s arms, happy to surrender to his hold for as long as he wanted.

You couldn’t remember ever experiencing such a tender moment with a man before. His big, warm, protective body comforted you, even while you were pressed to him in effort to show him how much he was appreciated. You hated that Brian felt undeserving of true affection, as if your attraction to him could only be superficial. He was an expert at playing up the confidence and sex appeal when it suited him, but there was still this disbelief he seemed to have about his true self: like there was no worth to the man behind the rock star. As you rested against him, you were determined to show him how that wasn’t the case. You were enamoured with every part of him and wanted him to share every piece of himself that he wished, including his love for space, animals and stereoscopy. Hopefully it would all come in time, when he realized he didn’t have to put on a front to keep you interested.

Eventually, Brian shifted below you, and he opened his grip so that you could lean back against the couch instead of on his body. You immediately missed his arms around you and the warmth of his chest, but were partly satiated when you looked up and could see those beautiful hazel eyes again.

Brian smiled softly, eyes crinkling as his gaze reached yours. You were filled with pride to know that you were the reason this wonderful man was happy once more, pulled out of those sullen black moods he was prone to. Perhaps that was part of why he wanted you with him on tour. He struck you as a man who became lonely easily, and one who required frequent affection and encouragement. As far as you were concerned, you would eagerly stroke that ego every night, if that’s what Brian needed. Perhaps it wasn’t quite emotionally sound, but who ever said rock and roll was a healthy lifestyle? He did what he needed to cope.

Brian eyes roamed over your form slowly, taking you all in before opening his mouth to speak. “You’re so lovely Y/N… Just perfect for me.” His voice was like honey dripping into your ears and coating your mind with thoughts of him. “I still can’t quite believe it, but I’m not one to pass on a good opportunity.”

He had used those words to describe you a few times now, and they never failed to stir something within. They meant that you were pleasing him; they made you feel appreciated, like it wasn’t just sheer blind luck that Brian took you on tour. You knew your smile reached from ear to ear as you returned his gaze.

“I’m glad Brian, because I love spending my time with you.” Your voice was high and a little rough from the extended silence. It probably made you sound even more innocent and needy than you felt, but you were sure Brian didn’t mind. “I’m all yours.”

The devilish smile that awaited you on Brian’s handsome face went straight to your stomach. He looked as if he was quietly revelling in his ownership, like he had in the plane lavatory, but this time he was more controlled, willing to take his time and enjoy the power he held over you. That expression practically commanded some inner instinct of yours, one that wanted you to fall to your knees at his feet. Oh, how nice would that be, having Brian stare down at you again from above. Perhaps after the kink discussion you’d just had, it wasn’t such an impossibility.

“Yes baby girl… you ARE all mine.” Brian practically growled the words, slipping so easily into that delicious, dominant tone. He reached towards you again: one long hand coming up to your throat and tracing the colours that swirled there.

“I put these marks on your neck.”

His hand continued lower, drifting over your shoulder and down your arm, leaving a trail of tingling excitement in its wake. He pulled your hands towards his face, turning them to inspect the delicate underside.

“And I put these bruises on your wrists.”

Brian’s voice was growing quieter with each sentence. It was still rough and dominant, but now contained a certain edge of admiration. He was very pleased to have been able to leave these claims on your skin: not just relishing his possession, but also the fact that you welcomed it.

He kissed your wrists once he was done looking, soft and tender, giving back that which he had taken earlier. Your arms were rested in Brian’s. He held them reverently, ghosting his nose over your pale skin and breathing in your scent as he moved to the inside of your elbows, nibbling at the sensitive skin there.

Having finished checking over your marks, Brian carefully placed your hands back in your lap. He leaned back a bit and reached into the pocket of his shorts. You were a little confused at his actions, and Brian smirked at the questioning look which must have appeared on your face.

“Last but not least… I have these,” he said, and this time there was a hint of mirth and teasing in his tone. He pulled his hand from his pocket, grasping your panties between his long fingers.

Your face reddened at the sight, remembering the writhing mess Brian had turned you into earlier. You were struggling to maintain eye contact with the man as he smirked. He seemed to have no intention of returning the garments, for after the brief removal Brian placed them back in his pocket and closed the button, giving the full compartment a quick pat.

Brian continued to look at you, holding you under the power of his gaze. You didn’t know what to say at this point, but decided it was fruitless, for this type of silence could only be broken by Brian’s strong voice. You would just have to wait here, nervous and aroused, until he was ready.

Thankfully, Brian didn’t leave you reeling for long.

“Do you like being mine Y/N?” His simple question cut clean through the air as he tilted his head to one side. This was easier; you knew how to answer this.

“Yes Sir, more than anything.”

How Brian’s expression could be at once both self-satisfied and thankful, you weren’t sure, but he managed it in the quirk of his lips. He gave a contemplative hum without moving his head, but his eyes travelled up and down your body. You always burned when Brian looked at you like that, taking raw pleasure in the fact that he appreciated you as an attractive woman. It was arousing to know that he wanted you.

“I have to get dressed for the concert soon,” said Brian abruptly, tearing his eyes away from your legs and glancing to the rack of clothes at the side of the room. “Would you be a dear and bring my sparkly shirt and black jeans over here for me?” He flicked his wrist in a lazy gesture towards the clothing.

It was a request you hadn’t been expecting, but you were always eager for Brian’s praise, so you quickly stood up from the couch beside him. “Of course Sir.” The epithet fell from your lips without a second thought as you carried out his desire. It felt right at the moment, and Brian didn’t seem to mind when you used it earlier. Actually, you got a little rush when Brian issued the order; perhaps this was him testing the waters, and trying something new between the two of you.

You swayed your hips just a little as you walked over to the clothing rack, just in case Brian was admiring the view from behind. You knew exactly what shirt and trousers he was referring to, for they were the same ones he wore last night and used to open every concert of the tour. After quickly grabbing the items, you turned around and made your way back to Brian.

You handed the outfit over to Brian’s outstretched hand with a quick word, “Here you go,” and then turned to go as he placed the clothes on the armrest of the couch. Surely this was your cue to leave and let him get ready for the show. You were walking towards the door when Brian called after you.

“You can stay Y/N,” his voice stopped you in your tracks. “Consider it your reward for being such a good girl and answering honestly during the discussion earlier.”

You spun around immediately with a nervous smile on your face, cheeks hot from being called a good girl and from thinking about the possibility of seeing Brian take his clothes off. His eyes bore into yours, somehow still dark and commanding from his seated position across the room.

“Thank you Sir,” you said breathlessly, shocked that he was allowing you this intimacy. You knew how lucky you were at this moment, with Brian still feeling generous from the earlier cuddling, because he usually withheld his body from you when he was in the mood for teasing.

You made your way back over towards Brian, stopping just before the couch. He was the picture of calm confidence, slouching against the backrest with his legs splayed wide and arms draped along the top of the furniture. He filled the entire space with his presence.

“Why don’t you show me just how thankful you are Y/N.” Brian’s wonderful voice was again full of sexy smugness and sin. “Show me how much you love what I give you.”

You stood there in front of him, looking into his impish eyes at a loss for what to do or say. The heady, vulnerable feeling Brian could create in you was back, and it was driving a new wave of arousal between your legs.

Brian lifted one lazy hand off the back of the couch and beckoned you towards him with a single finger. That gesture in itself was sexy and dominant, just as you liked. You closed your mouth, which you didn’t realize had dropped open, and followed his direction. He grinned like the Cheshire cat at the enraptured look on your face, grabbing hold of your right hand as soon as you were within his long reach.

The silence in the room was working in his favour, heavy and hot, for it drew all your attention to the sound of Brian’s low chuckle over your own shaky breathing. He pulled your arm towards his chest, causing your knees to hit the bottom of the couch between his legs. You tumbled over top of him and fell slowly back into his lap. Your legs were hanging awkwardly between his, but the position pressed your pelvis right against his bulge. You used your free arm to prop yourself up and look at Brian in shock.

Simply maintaining his grin, Brian encouraged you to settle more comfortably on top of him. You pulled your knees up and placed them on either side of his waist, finding a position on his lap were you were facing him, and where your hot core pressed against his. After you had climbed atop him successfully, Brian moved your hand towards the buttons on his shirt and raised his eyebrows, inviting you to help him undress.

Both your chest and your thighs clenched with anticipation at the prospect. It was incredibly erotic, having the pleasure of seeing this handsome man bearing all to you again. Your hands trembled in their eagerness, fumbling clumsily as you undid the buttons one by one.

Soon the smooth, creamy expanse of Brian’s torso was exposed. You couldn’t contain your moan at the sight, flinging the open sides of his shirt apart to clear your view. God, he was so attractive: real and human here below you. If Brian wanted you to show him just how much you appreciated this body, you were more than happy to oblige.

You pressed your lips to his chest, trailing soft kisses up and down his skin. You couldn’t mark him like he had done to you, but you could show him how wonderful and sexy he was.

“Fuck… you’re so hot Brian,” you murmured against his skin between kisses, “I’m such a lucky girl.”

Brian’s husky voice floated over your head as he replied teasingly. “I’ve still got it then… Is that what you’re saying Y/N?” Another chuckle filled his chest as you felt a big hand reach around to squeeze your bum. He could almost fit your entire cheek within his grasp. “It’s hard not to get a big head with such a lovely young thing in my lap. You’d best be careful sweetheart.”

Your lips and hands continued further, following the trail of light hair from his chest to his stomach before you answered. “Oh come on… you’re practically a god. At this point I would’ve thought you were used to being worshipped.” You were really heaping on the praise, liking the power dynamics your words were creating between the two of you. It felt sensual and forbidden deep inside, dark satisfaction twisting in your gut. If Brian truly wanted to keep his ego in check, he wouldn’t have chosen to keep a young woman such as yourself for his personal pleasure. You revelled in the depravity as you lowered yourself before him and kissed his skin. “If anyone deserved to have a big ego it’d be you, and I think I told you before that I find it sexy.”

God, you were messed up, but a deep rush of satisfaction passed through you at the low groan Brian voiced after your words. He really was greedy for your admiration, the big ham. You showed his soft tummy the same love as you had his chest, kissing softly on every patch of skin and over the old, faded surgical scars. You found everything about him arousing, and somehow his little belly just made him seem even more masculine.

Suddenly two big hands grabbed the sides of your head and forced you to look into hungry hazel eyes.

“You’re a terrible influence Y/N,” Brian said in that deep rumbling voice, “Unaware of the monster you’re creating.”

You breathed heavily between Brian’s firm hands, mouth wet and open after your hard work, and took in the man beneath you. His chest was still bare, but now it glistened with sweat and saliva like some erotic treat. His face was even more carnal, with his sharp features twisted into a predatory grimace, like he was trying desperately to hold himself back. It was the most lust-inducing thing you’d ever seen, and you immediately knew what you were going to say.

“Why don’t you show me then?”

Notes:

So sorry for the cliff-hanger, but the chapter would be too long without one! I won't leave you waiting much ;)

Chapter 23: Pre-Show

Notes:

Daddy kink warning! As usual the same chapter is posted next without it!

“Why don’t you show me then?”

Brian’s pupils blew wide at your question, and his plump lips flattened into a tight, straight line. Everything about him seemed suddenly cold and controlled, except for those fiery eyes. Their usual warm hazel colour was non-existent and in its place a deep black swirled, dangerous and inviting.

A blinding wave of pleasure crashed over you at the sight; this was what you could do to the sweet, self-aware man before you. You drove him to express the primal, dominant and controlling desires he hid so carefully from most of the world. Perhaps Brian wasn’t so fond of this side of himself, but God… you were. You would gladly have him use you to satisfy his darker urges, if he just let go.

“Come on Daddy… teach me a lesson,” you whined, cheeks still squished between his big hands, whimpering softly and rolling your hips to create friction against his bulge. Amazingly, even though Brian often disparaged his age, that particular beast seemed to be getting interested. It was pretty hard to miss how his cock started to fill beneath you as you grinded down on it, tightening the front of his shorts from all your complements. You couldn’t stop now; you needed to have Brian inside you. The words tumbled from your mouth as you looked into his eyes, “Take what’s yours.”

Finally, your eager willingness was too much for Brian to resist. He released your head and settled his strong hands on your hips, pressing you against him even harder and stopping your movements.

“Oh Honey,” that melodic deep voice said, “I’ll teach you something alright… You should be more careful how you act around Daddy.”

A needy moan left your lips, “I just want you so bad--”

That obviously wasn’t the right thing to say, for the hands on your hips tightened painfully and cut off your sentence. Years of guitar had given Brian frighteningly strong fingers; you were certain there would be some new bruises forming over the old ones. Good.

“Ask properly Baby,” Brian commanded. He would never give you what you wanted easily. He always made you plead and work for him, but the reward seemed all the sweeter because of it. You’d have to rephrase the request, centering it around Brian’s desires this time.

“PLEASE Daddy, let me make you feel good,” you begged just to serve him, voice high and desperate. You were face-to-face with masculine perfection, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching down and palming over Brian’s erection. “Let me pleasure this big cock like you deserve.”

“That’s better,” Brian’s voice was incredibly patronizing as he smirked. “You’d do well to remember your manners from now on.”

Something came over you then, a fleeting desire to tempt fate, or in this case tempt Brian. You wanted to see him let loose, and you decided just how to do it.

“Or what?” You were acting like a brat and you knew it.

Immediately Brian’s smirking mouth turned down into a grimace and he stared at you. Hard. Well, you’d definitely succeeded at making him angry, and upon seeing that face you had to gulp in anticipation. He looked livid and aghast, like he couldn’t believe your impertinence towards him. It was perfect; now he would be forced to re-educate you.

“Strip Y/N. NOW.” Brian’s gentle voice was unrecognizable as he snarled at you between clenched teeth, the sharp canines barely visible below his curled lip. He didn’t wait for you to react before pushing you harshly off his bare chest and onto the floor between his legs. You’re stomach dropped deep at being manhandled so roughly, and you could feel your shorts grow wet from shame and arousal as you looked up from your new position to Brian breathing heavily above you. Damn that man for stealing your undies, these were the only clothes you had.

You quickly pulled your t-shirt off and unhooked your bra, flinging both across the room in your haste. You were too aroused at this point to be self-conscious, just focused on what the man above you wanted. Besides, Brian always seemed to like your body, and you enjoyed the vulnerable feeling of being on display for him. Brian was impatient with you though, even at this speed, and reprimanded you in a stern voice while you worked at your shorts.

“Maybe once you’re naked at my feet you’ll remember it was YOU who instigated this. I don’t like you acting out for my attention… If you want my cock so bad then you’re going to ask NICELY for the privilege.”

You were naked now, and arranged yourself to kneel attentively between Brian’s legs. The position brought back memories of last night when he had fucked your face in much the same way. You remembered the way he had made you feel, how your core throbbed and your soul felt completed by simply giving him pleasure. You wanted to be used again. To be dominated. To be owned.

Your empty hole clenched desperately at the thought, and you felt so wet you wondered if it was possible for you to drip on the floor. You kept your head down, bowed respectfully and submissively as you waited in silence. You wanted to be sure Brian was done speaking before you answered.

The rock star paused his speech, enjoying the sight of you prostrate before him on the floor, before rumbling in a low voice. “You’re going to take everything I give you and then thank me for it like a good little girl. Is that clear?”

Finally you could look up at him, towering above you like a god with his wild hair and bared chest. You had never felt so small and so turned-on. So much for your brief insolence earlier, you wanted his praise too much to disobey him now.

Your voice was weak and breathless, but you managed to answer. “Yes Daddy.”

“Excellent,” Brian rumbled. He reached down to his now straining shorts and unzipped the fly with those long, elegant fingers. “Since you begged so much earlier for the honour, I’m gonna let you take care of this before I have to go on stage.”

He shuffled his shorts and briefs out of the way and pulled his penis free of its restraints. It stood tall and proud once again, the long shaft engorged with bulging veins and the tip shining. Your mouth noticeably watered at the view above you. You were desperate to touch both him and your own dripping core, but you refrained, waiting for Brian’s command. All you could do was tremble with anticipation on the floor as he stroked himself above you slowly.

“I don’t know what’s come over me lately Y/N, but parts of me seem to be acting about 30 years younger.” He continued to run his hands along himself and massage his scrotum. “Not that I’m complaining of course.”

Fuck, you just wanted that cock inside you. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass, you didn’t care. Anywhere Brian could take his pleasure. You keened up at him, pressing yourself against one of his legs, desperate for any contact with the man.

“Look at you down there baby girl, absolutely aching for Daddy.”

Brian’s voice was low and growly still, sending shivers down your spine. He knew how painfully needy you were to please him again, and as you looked up to his dark eyes you could tell he liked driving you to this point. You moaned and rubbed your hard nipples on his leg to give him even more of yourself, like you were an animal lusting after his attention.

“I want you to use your words baby,” Brian said, “Use your manners and ask nicely to wet my cock.”

It was surprisingly easy to follow his instructions when he got you like this, head wonderfully fuzzy with thoughts of his pleasure. You let the words flow out, voicing your true depraved desires for the man above you.

“Please Daddy… let me lick your big beautiful cock.” You breathed deeply in anticipation. “Let me make it glisten.”

In response, Brian grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head towards his throbbing member. You could smell the slight musk as he pressed you down, brushing the tip of his cock against your lips and chin.

“Suck.”

That one powerful command was all it took for you to open wide for Brian. His hand was firm on the back of your head, so you wasted no time taking his tip into your mouth. You took as much as you could, feeling him hit the back of your throat, and moaned at the feeling of your lips stretching around his girth. Little mews of pleasure left your throat as you pushed deeper, eyes beginning to water in your desperation to please him.

Brian chucked at your eager enjoyment, running his fingers through your hair as you choked around him, greedy to take his whole cock. “You’re welcome.”

Brian’s haughty tone shot another tremor of arousal through you, for he was right. You were thankful to be allowed to please him so.

The velvety texture of his shaft felt smooth on your tongue as you lathered him with it, coating his penis with saliva and hopefully making him feel good at the same time. You were eager and messy; you finally got another taste of his delicious cock and wanted to enjoy every minute of it. The sounds in the room were obscene as you prepared him. Wet, sloppy, gurgling sounds came from your throat to combine with your moans of pleasure and Brian’s heavy breathing. You had never felt so much like a needy little whore, working on your knees on the hard changeroom floor, but you absolutely loved it.

“Look at you down there Y/N, you’re doing so well. Not many people can take me like this,” Brian rasped, hands tightening on your head. “You have a special talent Darling…” You couldn’t see him, but you imagined that his eyes were closed and his teeth were gritted in pleasure as he grunted at you. “It makes me want to come deep in that pretty throat, to see you take my load as well.”

You swelled with pride at his words, just as your clit swelled with arousal. Brian’s dirty talk made you so wet that you seriously believed it was possible to come from his voice alone.

“But I have other plans right now.” Brian suddenly pulled you off him.

You were panting for breath and had streams of spit running down the sides of your mouth. You probably looked totally wrecked to Brian as he glanced at you, but he obviously liked it from the hungry look on his face.
“Stand up Y/N.”

As you did so, Brian stood up too, just briefly to pull off his shorts. He settled down lengthwise on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position. Unfortunately his legs were too long to fit properly on the cushions, so his feet, still covered in socks, hung off the end.

“Come here Darling. You’re going to ride me until I come.” Brian stated the words commandingly, as if there was no question you would disobey him again. “I don’t care what you do with your own orgasms but you’re not stopping until that tight pussy’s full and dripping.”

He reached out and grabbed your wrist roughly from his position in the seat, yanking your body towards him. You fell atop him again and your bare breasts pressed into his chest, giving you brief but stimulating friction. You could feel your skin heating at so much contact. The nervous excitement within your stomach exploded into a thousand butterflies; you were more than ready to take him and your thighs clenched in anticipation as you straddled Brian’s erection clumsily.

“Good girl,” Brian said as rested his hands on your hips when you placed your legs around him. He didn’t direct you or take any of your weight, but you felt connected and supported by the gesture. “Let Daddy fill you up nice.”

A loud, needy moan spilled from your chest upon hearing those words and you couldn’t wait any longer to do exactly that. You reached down below yourself and gripped Brian’s thick cock. It was still wet from your mouth, shining in its proud glory. You lined him up with your entrance and began to sink down, gasping at the blunt pressure that started almost immediately. He always felt large in your mouth, but you were again reminded just how wonderful the stretch felt between your legs.

“Oh Daddy… God,” the praises fell from your lips between pants of exquisite pleasure, “You’re so big. It feels so good.” Your thighs were starting to strain from the slow pace as you lowered yourself onto his shaft.

“Yes Baby. I’m gonna stretch you out nice and wide… feel that tight heat as you fuck yourself on me.” Brian’s grip on your hips tightened, lending you some of the strength in his wiry arms. You welcomed his control, sinking onto his long cock a little quicker as Brian guided you down.

The stretch felt beautiful against your walls, every nerve firing in ecstasy. It was painful, yes, but that wonderful-pleasure pain that came with being taken. You enjoyed every sensation of being totally, utterly, owned. It was primal to feel him sliding inside you, but your brow creased with the strain of it.

Brian’s features softened upon seeing your grimace. “Colour Y/N?”

“Green Brian,” you moaned, “Just give me a second. You know you’re fucking huge.”

Even in your current state, you could feel the tremors below you as Brian laughed at your words. The little movements that his chuckle caused sent further pinches through your core, but you ignored them in favour of the raw need to have Brian fully inside, reaching places you had only felt before with him last night.

“I’m aware, but it’s your fault isn’t it?” Brian slipped back into his dominant tone quickly after checking you were okay, “So you better start bouncing on Daddy’s big cock before we run out of time.”

You did as you were told, gasping as you lowered yourself the final fraction and rested directly on Brian’s pelvis. It was intoxicating to have him fully sheathed inside you again, so full and aching for the sweet friction of movement. A quick roll of your hips let you feel every inch of him, rubbing your walls delightfully deep.

Brian’s hands guided you to start moving, lifting and lowering your body to set the pace he wanted. It might have been you who sat on top, but he was certainly in control.

Your pussy was so wet that you settled into rhythm in no time, gliding up and down Brian’s long shaft. It was an amazing feeling as you pleasured the man beneath you: the place where you joined him hot and throbbing. Your legs strained at the exertion, but you were strong from cheerleading workouts and knew how to push through fatigue. Nothing would stop you from giving Brian what he wanted.

His hazel eyes were glued to your body as you moved above him, watching your full breasts bounce with every thrust. When you caught him staring he simply smirked at you, tightening his grip on your hips and slamming your ass against him even harder.

“Daddy’s allowed to enjoy what’s his Y/N,” he growled at you, “Whenever he wants.”

You whimpered your agreement as well as you could, most of your breath being taken up by the fast pace Brian was setting. You were growing close and couldn’t hold back much longer from the sweet pleasure of being stuffed so full. From the feeling of Brian’s fingers digging into your hips, and his own hips thrusting up to meet yours, you could tell he was in the same situation.

You continued your hard pace as Brian threw back his head and groaned with pleasure, beautiful features contorting in ecstasy. “Fuck yes Baby,” he moaned through clenched teeth, “Right now all the stadium seats are filling with fans who adore me Y/N, and I’m going to give them one hell of a good show. But only the best girls get to feel this cock… Are you Daddy’s best girl?”

Your well-stretched hole clenched around Brian at those words, and the very mention of other girls spurred you to impale yourself even harder down on him. You could be better than them. You were with him now, and you would give him absolutely everything.

“Yes…” you answered Brian just as your orgasm hit you suddenly, ripping through your muscle walls and tightening his cock in a vice-like grip. You couldn’t feel your legs but you somehow managed to keep moving on Brian’s length, guided mostly by his hands. You were a mess, oversensitive and still clenching around him, and the fit felt almost painfully tight, but you wouldn’t stop until Brian came. That was what he told you to do.

After only a few more thrusts you felt Brian’s hips jerk up erratically, and then the hot liquid of his release filled your insides. He came with a loud, animalistic moan and locked himself deep inside you with a bruising grip on your waist. Finally you could stop moving, legs collapsing like jelly, and you fell to lay against his bare chest.

You were both sticky and sweaty, but you didn’t mind. The sheer sensation of Brian’s warm cum inside you and the intimacy of his rapidly softening dick were overwhelming. The room was silent once again as you and Brian focused on your laboured breathing, still enjoying the last throws of pleasure.

After a few minutes, Brian tapped your shoulder. You understood his meaning, and reluctantly lifted yourself off him. His penis slid out of you slowly, leaving with the remnants of his orgasm. Brian looked into your eyes and reached towards your cheek, pulling you in for a tender kiss. When you opened your eyes again he gave you a cheeky smile. “Very good Y/N.”

…

You and Brian cleaned and dressed yourselves again. Brian put on his stage clothes that had fallen to the floor in your passion, and despite the distraction he looked as sexy and put-together as ever. You on the other hand didn’t have any more clothes to change into, so you were forced to put your Queen T-shirt and jean shorts back on. Ever the gentleman, Brian apologized for not thinking ahead, and promised to get you something to wear later.

It was soon time for Brian to go do his vocal warm-up and last minute tuning with the band, so you said a temporary goodbye and wished him well during the concert. With a wink, he told you to enjoy the music from his side of the stage, saying that was where some crew members usually watched.

You arrived there right before the show was about to start, adrenaline pumping in your veins from all the excitement. From your position you could see Roger and Adam setting up in their starting positions, ready to begin.

You watched Brian walk out to join them, a certain confidence and swagger in his step. He was every inch the rock star as he picked up the Red Special: cocky, hot, and ready to strut like a God on stage. Your heart clenched in your chest as you saw Brian disappear below the rise, pleased you had something to do with it.

Chapter 24: Pre-Show (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as the previous chapter but sans Daddy kink :)

“Why don’t you show me then?”

Brian’s pupils blew wide at your question, and his plump lips flattened into a tight, straight line. Everything about him seemed suddenly cold and controlled, except for those fiery eyes. Their usual warm hazel colour was non-existent and in its place a deep black swirled, dangerous and inviting.

A blinding wave of pleasure crashed over you at the sight; this was what you could do to the sweet, self-aware man before you. You drove him to express the primal, dominant and controlling desires he hid so carefully from most of the world. Perhaps Brian wasn’t so fond of this side of himself, but God… you were. You would gladly have him use you to satisfy his darker urges, if he just let go.

“Come on Sir… teach me a lesson,” you whined, cheeks still squished between his big hands, whimpering softly and rolling your hips to create friction against his bulge. Amazingly, even though Brian often disparaged his age, that particular beast seemed to be getting interested. It was pretty hard to miss how his cock started to fill beneath you as you grinded down on it, tightening the front of his shorts from all your complements. You couldn’t stop now; you needed to have Brian inside you. The words tumbled from your mouth as you looked into his eyes, “Take what’s yours.”

Finally, your eager willingness was too much for Brian to resist. He released your head and settled his strong hands on your hips, pressing you against him even harder and stopping your movements.
“Oh Honey,” that melodic deep voice said, “I’ll teach you something alright… You should be more careful how you act around vain old rock stars.”

A needy moan left your lips, “I just want you so bad--”

That obviously wasn’t the right thing to say, for the hands on your hips tightened painfully and cut off your sentence. Years of guitar had given Brian frighteningly strong fingers; you were certain there would be some new bruises forming over the old ones. Good.

“Ask properly Baby,” Brian commanded. He would never give you what you wanted easily. He always made you plead and work for him, but the reward seemed all the sweeter because of it. You’d have to rephrase the request, centering it around Brian’s desires this time.

“PLEASE Sir, let me make you feel good,” you begged just to serve him, voice high and desperate. You were face-to-face with masculine perfection, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching down and palming over Brian’s erection. “Let me pleasure this big cock like you deserve.”

“That’s better,” Brian’s voice was incredibly patronizing as he smirked. “You’d do well to remember your manners from now on.”

Something came over you then, a fleeting desire to tempt fate, or in this case tempt Brian. You wanted to see him let loose, and you decided just how to do it.

“Or what?” You were acting like a brat and you knew it.

Immediately Brian’s smirking mouth turned down into a grimace and he stared at you. Hard. Well, you’d definitely succeeded at making him angry, and upon seeing that face you had to gulp in anticipation. He looked livid and aghast, like he couldn’t believe your impertinence towards him. It was perfect; now he would be forced to re-educate you.

“Strip Y/N. NOW.” Brian’s gentle voice was unrecognizable as he snarled at you between clenched teeth, the sharp canines barely visible below his curled lip. He didn’t wait for you to react before pushing you harshly off his bare chest and onto the floor between his legs. You’re stomach dropped deep at being manhandled so roughly, and you could feel your shorts grow wet from shame and arousal as you looked up from your new position to Brian breathing heavily above you. Damn that man for stealing your undies, these were the only clothes you had.

You quickly pulled your t-shirt off and unhooked your bra, flinging both across the room in your haste. You were too aroused at this point to be self-conscious, just focused on what the man above you wanted. Besides, Brian always seemed to like your body, and you enjoyed the vulnerable feeling of being on display for him. Brian was impatient with you though, even at this speed, and reprimanded you in a stern voice while you worked at your shorts.

“Maybe once you’re naked at my feet you’ll remember it was YOU who instigated this. I don’t like you acting out for my attention… If you want my cock so bad then you’re going to ask NICELY for the privilege.”

You were naked now, and arranged yourself to kneel attentively between Brian’s legs. The position brought back memories of last night when he had fucked your face in much the same way. You remembered the way he had made you feel, how your core throbbed and your soul felt completed by simply giving him pleasure. You wanted to be used again. To be dominated. To be owned.

Your empty hole clenched desperately at the thought, and you felt so wet you wondered if it was possible for you to drip on the floor. You kept your head down, bowed respectfully and submissively as you waited in silence. You wanted to be sure Brian was done speaking before you answered.

The rock star paused his speech, enjoying the sight of you prostrate before him on the floor, before rumbling in a low voice. “You’re going to take everything I give you and then thank me for it like a good little girl. Is that clear?”

Finally you could look up at him, towering above you like a god with his wild hair and bared chest. You had never felt so small and so turned-on. So much for your brief insolence earlier, you wanted his praise too much to disobey him now.

Your voice was weak and breathless, but you managed to answer. “Yes Sir.”

“Excellent,” Brian rumbled. He reached down to his now straining shorts and unzipped the fly with those long, elegant fingers. “Since you begged so much earlier for the honour, I’m gonna let you take care of this before I have to go on stage.”

He shuffled his shorts and briefs out of the way pulled his penis free of its restraints. It stood tall and proud once again, the long shaft engorged with bulging veins and the tip shining. Your mouth noticeably watered at the view above you. You were desperate to touch both him and your own dripping core, but you refrained, waiting for Brian’s command. All you could do was tremble with anticipation on the floor as he stroked himself above you slowly.

“I don’t know what’s come over me lately Y/N, but parts of me seem to be acting about 30 years younger.” He continued to run his hands along himself and massage his scrotum. “Not that I’m complaining of course.”

Fuck, you just wanted that cock inside you. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass, you didn’t care. Anywhere Brian could take his pleasure. You keened up at him, pressing yourself against one of his legs, desperate for any contact with the man.

“Look at you down there baby girl, absolutely aching for me.”

Brian’s voice was low and growly still, sending shivers down your spine. He knew how painfully needy you were to please him again, and as you looked up to his dark eyes you could tell he liked driving you to this point. You moaned and rubbed your hard nipples on his leg to give him even more of yourself, like you were an animal lusting after his attention.

“I want you to use your words baby,” Brian said, “Use your manners and ask nicely to wet my cock.”

It was surprisingly easy to follow his instructions when he got you like this, head wonderfully fuzzy with thoughts of his pleasure. You let the words flow out, voicing your true depraved desires for the man above you.

“Please Sir… let me lick your big beautiful cock.” You breathed deeply in anticipation. “Let me make it glisten.”

In response, Brian grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head towards his throbbing member. You could smell the slight musk as he pressed you down, brushing the tip of his cock against your lips and chin.

“Suck.”

That one powerful command was all it took for you to open wide for Brian. His hand was firm on the back of your head, so you wasted no time taking his tip into your mouth. You took as much as you could, feeling him hit the back of your throat, and moaned at the feeling of your lips stretching around his girth. Little mewls of pleasure left your throat as you pushed deeper, eyes beginning to water in your desperation to please him.

Brian chucked at your eager enjoyment, running his fingers through your hair as you choked around him, greedy to take his whole cock. “You’re welcome.”

Brian’s haughty tone shot another tremor of arousal through you, for he was right. You were thankful to be allowed to please him so.

The velvety texture of his shaft felt smooth on your tongue as you lathered him with it, coating his penis with saliva and hopefully making him feel good at the same time. You were eager and messy; you finally got another taste of his delicious cock and wanted to enjoy every minute of it. The sounds in the room were obscene as you prepared him. Wet, sloppy, gurgling sounds came from your throat to combine with your moans of pleasure and Brian’s heavy breathing. You had never felt so much like a needy little whore, working on your knees on the hard changeroom floor, but you absolutely loved it.

“Look at you down there Y/N, you’re doing so well. Not many people can take me like this,” Brian rasped, hands tightening on your head. “You have a special talent Darling…” You couldn’t see him, but you imagined that his eyes were closed and his teeth were gritted in pleasure as he grunted at you. “It makes me want to come deep in that pretty throat, to see you take my load as well.”

You swelled with pride at his words, just as your clit swelled with arousal. Brian’s dirty talk made you so wet that you seriously believed it was possible to come from his voice alone.

“But I have other plans right now.” Brian suddenly pulled you off him.

You were panting for breath and had streams of spit running down the sides of your mouth. You probably looked totally wrecked to Brian as he glanced at you, but he obviously liked it from the hungry look on his face.

“Stand up Y/N.”

As you did so, Brian stood up too, just briefly to pull off his shorts. He settled down lengthwise on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position. Unfortunately his legs were too long to fit properly on the cushions, so his feet, still covered in socks, hung off the end.

“Come here Darling. You’re going to ride me until I come.” Brian stated the words commandingly, as if there was no question you would disobey him again. “I don’t care what you do with your own orgasms but you’re not stopping until that tight pussy’s full and dripping.”

He reached out and grabbed your wrist roughly from his position in the seat, yanking your body towards him. You fell atop him again and your bare breasts pressed into his chest, giving you brief but stimulating friction. You could feel your skin heating at so much contact. The nervous excitement within your stomach exploded into a thousand butterflies; you were more than ready to take him and your thighs clenched in anticipation as you straddled Brian’s erection clumsily.

“Good girl,” Brian said as rested his hands on your hips when you placed your legs around him. He didn’t direct you or take any of your weight, but you felt connected and supported by the gesture. “Let my big cock fill you up nice.”

A loud, needy moan spilled from your chest upon hearing those words and you couldn’t wait any longer to do exactly that. You reached down below yourself and gripped Brian’s thick member. It was still wet from your mouth, shining in its proud glory. You lined him up with your entrance and began to sink down, gasping at the blunt pressure that started almost immediately. He always felt large in your mouth, but you were again reminded just how wonderful the stretch felt between your legs.

“Oh Brian… God,” the praises fell from your lips between pants of exquisite pleasure, “You’re so big. It feels so good.” Your thighs were starting to strain from the slow pace as you lowered yourself onto his shaft.

“Yes Baby. I’m gonna stretch you out nice and wide… feel that tight heat as you fuck yourself on me.” Brian’s grip on your hips tightened, lending you some of the strength in his wiry arms. You welcomed his control, sinking onto his long cock a little quicker as Brian guided you down.

The stretch felt beautiful against your walls, every nerve firing in ecstasy. It was painful, yes, but that wonderful-pleasure pain that came with being taken. You enjoyed every sensation of being totally, utterly, owned. It was primal to feel him sliding inside you, but your brow creased with the strain of it.

Brian’s features softened upon seeing your grimace. “Colour Y/N?”

“Green Brian,” you moaned, “Just give me a second. You know you’re fucking huge.”

Even in your current state, you could feel the tremors below you as Brian laughed at your words. The little movements that his chuckle caused sent further pinches through your core, but you ignored them in favour of the raw need to have Brian fully inside, reaching places you had only felt before with him last night.

“I’m aware, but it’s your fault isn’t it?” Brian slipped back into his dominant tone quickly after checking you were okay, “So you better start bouncing on said cock before we run out of time.”

You did as you were told, gasping as you lowered yourself the final fraction and rested directly on Brian’s pelvis. It was intoxicating to have him fully sheathed inside you again, so full and aching for the sweet friction of movement. A quick roll of your hips let you feel every inch of him, rubbing your walls delightfully deep.

Brian’s hands guided you to start moving, lifting and lowering your body to set the pace he wanted. It might have been you who sat on top, but he was certainly in control.

Your pussy was so wet that you settled into rhythm in no time, gliding up and down Brian’s long shaft. It was an amazing feeling as you pleasured the man beneath you: the place where you joined him hot and throbbing. Your legs strained at the exertion, but you were strong from cheerleading workouts and knew how to push through fatigue. Nothing would stop you from giving Brian what he wanted.

His hazel eyes were glued to your body as you moved above him, watching your full breasts bounce with every thrust. When you caught him staring he simply smirked at you, tightening his grip on your hips and slamming your ass against him even harder.

“I’m allowed to enjoy what’s mine Y/N,” he growled at you, “Whenever I want.”

You whimpered your agreement as well as you could, most of your breath being taken up by the fast pace Brian was setting. You were growing close and couldn’t hold back much longer from the sweet pleasure of being stuffed so full. From the feeling of Brian’s fingers digging into your hips, and his own hips thrusting up to meet yours, you could tell he was in the same situation.

You continued your hard pace as Brian threw back his head and groaned with pleasure, beautiful features contorting in ecstasy. “Fuck yes Baby,” he moaned through clenched teeth, “Right now all the stadium seats are filling with fans who adore me Y/N, and I’m going to give them one hell of a good show. But only the best girls get to feel this cock… Are you my best girl?”

Your well-stretched hole clenched around Brian at those words, and the very mention of other girls spurred you to impale yourself even harder down on him. You could be better than them. You were with him now, and you would give him absolutely everything.

“Yes…” you answered Brian just as your orgasm hit you suddenly, ripping through your muscle walls and tightening his cock in a vice-like grip. You couldn’t feel your legs but you somehow managed to keep moving on Brian’s length, guided mostly by his hands. You were a mess, oversensitive and still clenching around him, and the fit felt almost painfully tight, but you wouldn’t stop until Brian came. That was what he told you to do.

After only a few more thrusts you felt Brian’s hips jerk up erratically, and then the hot liquid of his release filled your insides. He came with a loud, animalistic moan and locked himself deep inside you with a bruising grip on your waist. Finally you could stop moving, legs collapsing like jelly, and you fell to lay against his bare chest.

You were both sticky and sweaty, but you didn’t mind. The sheer sensation of Brian’s warm cum inside you and the intimacy of his rapidly softening dick were overwhelming. The room was silent once again as you and Brian focused on your laboured breathing, still enjoying the last throws of pleasure.

After a few minutes, Brian tapped your shoulder. You understood his meaning, and reluctantly lifted yourself off him. His penis slid out of you slowly, leaving with the remnants of his orgasm. Brian looked into your eyes and reached towards your cheek, pulling you in for a tender kiss. When you opened your eyes again he gave you a cheeky smile. “Very good Y/N.”

…

You and Brian cleaned and dressed yourselves again. Brian put on his stage clothes that had fallen to the floor in your passion, and despite the distraction he looked as sexy and put-together as ever. You on the other hand didn’t have any more clothes to change into, so you were forced to put your Queen T-shirt and jean shorts back on. Ever the gentleman, Brian apologized for not thinking ahead, and promised to get you something to wear later.

It was soon time for Brian to go do his vocal warm-up and last minute tuning with the band, so you said a temporary goodbye and wished him well during the concert. With a wink, he told you to enjoy the music from his side of the stage, saying that was where some crew members usually watched.

You arrived there right before the show was about to start, adrenaline pumping in your veins from all the excitement. From your position you could see Roger and Adam setting up in their starting positions, ready to begin.

You watched Brian walk out to join them, a certain confidence and swagger in his step. He was every inch the rock star as he picked up the Red Special: cocky, hot, and ready to strut like a God on stage. Your heart clenched in your chest as you saw Brian disappear below the rise, pleased you had something to do with it.

Chapter 25: Show Time

Queen and Adam were performing brilliantly, as usual. From your side-stage position you could see Roger very clearly, hitting hard under the smoke and multi-coloured lights. The music was loud and immersive this close to the band. You could actually hear the monitors Brian and Roger played to, instead of the output stadium sound. Every beat on the drums and every thrum of Neil’s base pounded through your body. Last night the concert had been loud and impressive, but tonight it was even better. You were part of it now: an actual crew member, not just a guest performer, even if you weren’t on stage this time. The pure joy spread through your entire chest; it was almost like you couldn’t breathe. You LOVED rock and roll, and this raw passion and feeling was what it was all about.

… And then there was Brian.

God damn, if you thought he was commanding and sexy last night when you first saw him, now you were completely blown away. He was moving and posing, so into the music, and strutting around like he was king of the world. Or Queen in this case, actually.

There was no way this man in front of you was 72 years old. He was vibrant, confident, and enjoying every second of the screaming adoration from the crowd. Those talented fingers flew along the fret board and blasted that Red Special sound throughout the arena. People loved the songs, most of which he wrote in this set list, and they loved him. Your heart clenched in a rush of happiness for Brian, that he could continue to perform and do what he loved 50 years after he first started. There was something regal about him, and you weren’t sure quite why, but you felt he deserved to be so revered.

When Brian was on the main stage you had a perfect, up-close view of his performance. He would occasionally look in your direction and give you that devilish smirk, stirring your loins with cock of a hip. It got worse when he bit his lower lip and traced it with his tongue, slow and sensual as he practically thrust his hips into the guitar. He was truly mesmerizing, so in tune with the music, and though you enjoyed the cheeky grins and winks he threw your way, that was the best part: the faces he didn’t even know he was making as he played, mouth slightly open and eyes half-lidded in complete rapture. It wasn’t quite the same, but you were privileged to know that that particular countenance was dangerously close to how he looked when buried inside you.

There was a temporary wall set up in front of you so the audience couldn’t see the backstage crew, spare instruments, and costume changes that were necessary throughout the show. You were glad that it allowed you to stand so close to the action, but you were irritated that it cut off your angle to see Brian properly when he went down to the B-stage in the middle of the audience. Of course, he played most of his solos there, so you couldn’t help yourself from leaning out past the wall on those occasions. The sight that greeted you was amazing. You looked out over the crowd, able to see the writhing mass of people from about the same position the band did. It was almost like performing again, but this time you didn’t have to concentrate on any routine, and you could stare at a certain sexy guitarist without ruining the performance. When Brian walked down into the crowd thousands of faces stared back at him, mouths open in disbelief, and hands in the air. Some were filming on their cell phones, hoping to capture the moment, a brief minute of his presence, just so that they would have a piece of him forever. Watching their desperate faces, it hit you again how lucky you were.

About half way through the show, Adam and Roger took over and Brian finally had a small break. He wandered over to the side-stage, hot and sweaty after playing hard for every song. You were always impressed with him, as the other band members had long rests when he was doing his (admittedly long) solo, or when he sang the acoustic set out on the strut, but Brian was working almost constantly. No wonder he was in such good shape. The physical trainer inside you was impressed, and you libido was similarly thrilled with his carnal abilities in bed.

Brian winked at you once he drew close and placed his guitar into the waiting hands of his trusty tech Pete, who you had been introduced to earlier. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, giving you a brief but glorious look at his sweaty chest, glistening under the coloured stage lights that highlighted his dusting of body hair. Immediately once removed, Brian tossed the garment to a waiting assistant and raised his right arm towards another wardrobe assistant who was holding the new shirt and helped him to step into it.

It was interesting to see the rehearsed efficiency of the costume change: a small team of people working just to help the man change his shirt. You were again reminded how different Brian was from you, of the power and influence he had. The man was bloody important and almost everyone in the area was employed to see to his needs… including yourself. You felt the forbidden weight drop in your gut at the thought: fuck. That was shamelessly arousing.

Brian walked closer to you as he buttoned up the new shirt. “How was it so far Y/N?” His clever fingers stopped after only three buttons, leaving that wonderfully enticing deep ‘V’ down his chest.
“Amazing,” you said, forcing your eyes away from his exposed skin and up to his face. “They love you Bri.”

Brian smiled and turned towards a table beside you, where there were glasses of water sitting ready. “Well… I always strive to entertain.” You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down with each mouthful, protruding and masculine. Everything about him was beautiful; you found yourself infatuated with even the smallest detail.

“I think you definitely entertain, but you do more than that as well, and I’m speaking from experience.” You smiled and crinkled your eyes at Brian, amused with his false modesty. “You inspire and titillate… Your music is part of these people’s lives.”

“What lovely words Y/N, thank you.” Brian returned your grin, though there was a hint of something more mischievous between his lips. “Let’s keep that going then eh?”

Off he went, placing the water back on the table, and striding back to pick up the Red Special from Pete. You were stuck watching his back and broad shoulders, complete with fresh new shirt, as he walked to his position just in time for the next song to begin. He was amazingly calm and sure in front of so many people, but then again he had been touring longer than you’d been alive.

Once Brian left you wandered back into your spot behind the wall, eager to see the rest of the show. You were just about to settle in and re-immerse yourself in the music, when you heard voices behind your back. It must have been a couple of the wardrobe assistants still hanging around, raising their voices over the sound to hear each other. However, it also meant their conversation traveled to your ears.

“Who’s that girl over there, and why was she talking to Brian?” One of the voices was curious about you, this could be interesting. You decided not to turn around to give yourself away. Eavesdropping wasn’t the kindest activity, but since they were talking about you, you thought you deserved to know.

“I think she’s been brought on as some kind of physiotherapist or something… at least that’s what I heard from the others.”

That wasn’t quite right, you didn’t have the accreditation to be a physio yet, but it was close enough to you position as an athletic trainer. You kept listening as the first speaker spoke again.

“Oh… okay… but then why is she watching here, and why does Brian care what she thinks of the show?”

“I don’t know,” the second woman replied exasperatedly, “Maybe he’s just being nice.”

There was a bit of a pause as the other assistant pondered. “…Or maybe… she’s good on her knees.”

Your gut dropped once you heard those last words, and you couldn’t keep the wicked thought of them snickering and judging you from flashing into your mind. You were certainly not ashamed of Brian, but you wanted your coworkers to respect your abilities as a professional.

You did in fact hear a rush of laughter from the pair of women, but there was no malice in it. “Brian’s new play-thing? You have to admit the timing is right… He usually gets to about mid-tour before they start filing in.”

“We’ll never know, but I couldn’t blame her if it was true. He’s still pretty fit, handsome, and obviously fucking loaded.”

“Yeah okay calm down girl… We all know you’d jump him in a second too.” The second woman had obviously discussed this topic with her co-worker before. “You’re just projecting your own dirty thoughts. There’s no way she would get a job here if Bri just wanted a quick shag; I’m sure he has no problem finding willing women for that.” There was either a pause in the woman’s thinking or you missed some of her words in the music, but you quickly caught her voice again “…She must be legit.”

Immediately your queasiness settled as you heard that last statement. It was exactly what you had been hoping for, plausible deniability and confidence in your professionalism. You had no idea how many of the crew members Brian trusted with this type of thing, so you would leave all the public interactions to him. It was he who started the conversation with you in the first place anyways.

You caught the first assistant’s voice again. “Yeah, you’re right. Brian’s always nice to the new crew members…”

You waited a few moments for something else, but couldn’t hear any more, so you decided that the two assistants must have walked away. Well, that was a lot of information to process. You found yourself surprisingly jealous when you heard other women talk about Brian like that. You couldn’t blame them for being attracted, obviously, but your arrangement with Brian was still shockingly new and unbelievable. Anything that threatened to put an end to it prematurely was unwelcome. It was stupid, and you were being irrational. You had absolutely no claim on Brian, in fact he was MARRIED, and you were simply a side-attraction while he was on tour. You were little more than a groupie with a fortuitous degree, but you’d be damned if you didn’t make the most of it. You mentally scolded yourself, forcing your mind to focus back on the music and not on such petty jealousies.

You tuned back in to Brian’s heavy guitar, trying to forget about the uneasiness that grew in your gut every time you thought about your actions with a married man a little too long. Listen to those beautiful robust chords, you told yourself; he was BRIAN MAY, that’s why you were compromising your morals so. You knew it was a dreadful double-standard, but you would do anything you could to bring him pleasure, including pushing a few thoughts to the back of your mind. It was rock and roll, things were different here, and his wife certainly knew that. You were just glad that he chose to work out his urges on you, because if the wardrobe department was right, the naughtiness would be happening anyway.

Your spinning mind gradually slowed as you focused on the show. After watching and listening to Brian for a few more minutes, rocking confidently on stage, all those uncomfortable thoughts were soothed. This man knew what he was doing. He’d lived this life for years. You would trust him to take you in whichever direction he wanted, because, seeing his tall, well-lit form arrange itself into another power pose, you knew it would be the experience of a lifetime.

…

Brian didn’t return to your little alcove until the end of the show, when he was quickly changed into his cyborg costume for ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. It was a rushed process to do it all during the operatic section of the song, and Brian had no time to talk with you again. You watched the entire ordeal with a wide grin on your face. Only this man could make such an insanely nerdy costume so sexy. You loved that he was so into it, having designed the bloody thing himself. Actually, the more you looked, the more you appreciated his body in the character. It certainly gave off those hot dom vibes Brian could turn on at a whim. Maybe you would enjoy a nice punishment from those cold metal limbs--

‘Oh shit’, you quickly caught your thoughts and laughed inside your head, reprimanding yourself, ‘There’s no way you’re gonna let him get you lusting after robots.’ Your inner voice had strong convictions, but really, you knew if he asked you couldn’t say no. Not if it would make him happy. In reality you would indulge him in almost anything he wanted.

Once Brian was fully dressed, he walked your direction and gave you a quick wink beneath the mask, doing just enough to turn your insides to jelly. Your eyes were glued to his shiny, semi-robotic form as he made his way under the stage for his cue. This man would be the death of you.

Brian performed his solo with the same perfection as always, melting the hearts of everyone in the arena, and by the time the hard rock, head-banging section arrived, he and the rest of the band had the audience bouncing in rhythm. ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ was Queen’s biggest hit, even if it wasn’t your favourite song, and it certainly created an incredible atmosphere. When Adam eventually sang the last line, echoed by thousands of fans, there was a roar of screams and applause. The lights dimmed around the thundering sounds of appreciation for Queen, and you soon saw all the band members file in to your backstage area, so you moved to the side by the water table.

Adam and Roger had huge smiles on their faces, ecstatic from the once again overwhelming response they received. They clearly loved this profession, and were eager to return to stage for the last two numbers.

“Great work boys!” Roger’s raspy voice shouted over the roar of the crowd. “Let’s go back out there and finish it off!”

Brian walked in then, eyes just as bright. “That’s right! As we’ve always said: deafen ‘em, blind ‘em, and leave ‘em wanting more!”

There was a cheer through the crew, and you couldn’t help but join in. The energy was contagious, strong and electric, coursing through your veins. It was similar to the adrenaline that you felt amongst the DCC after a great performance, but multiplied by ten. You were grinning like a mad-woman, full of pride for everyone, even though you had just met them.

There was a bustle of movement once again as the final outfit changes took place before the encore. Despite the people running around him, Brian managed to catch your eye, spotting you against the wall. He beamed even wider, and made his way over to you as soon as he had his finale outfit on. The red sash and shining, silver coat that he wore for ‘We Will Rock You’ was always one of your favourite looks on him. The long coat accentuated his height and broad shoulders, and added to his commanding air as a rock God. He looked positively scrumptious. Your mouth watered, forcing you to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Everything alright Y/N?” Brian asked smugly above you, observing your reverent, lustful expression.

You wanted so badly to express how beautiful and amazing he was, but the only words that your tongue could form were “You’re absolutely stunning.”

Brian chuckled at your answer, grabbing another glass of water off the table beside you. “Why thank you darling. I do like this jacket, but it’s too hot to wear for most of the concert.” How his casual confidence was always able to stir your insides so easily was a mystery.

Though your core was heating in anticipation, you were unable to answer because just then Adam finished his costume change, and called to Brian that he was ready. The rest of the band quickly lined up to return to the stage, happy to give their still-cheering fans a little more.

“I’ve got to go Y/N. Meet me back in my dressing room…” His gaze turned dark then, lips pulling into that familiar smirk. “I’ve worked up quite the appetite.”

He raised the glass to his mouth one last time and then left it on the table and turned to join the others without swallowing. You watched his back as he took something out of his pants pocket, something small hidden between his fingers, and reached up towards his mouth. You couldn’t see clearly what he was doing, but you could put two and two together. A little lurch of discontentment rolled in your stomach. In every interview you had read Brian always made a point of stating that he disliked drugs of any kind, and that he was proud to have avoided that aspect of the rock lifestyle.

As your eyes followed his retreating form, stately jacket tails swishing with ever step, you couldn’t help but question if that was true. He grabbed his guitar once more, ready to be a star for a little longer, and you just hoped that he was enjoying himself, instead of burning himself out. You were in no position to judge what Brian did in order to live his crazy life, but you would be waiting in his room like he asked, ready to give him what he needed.

Notes:

Sorry this was so long in coming! Funnily enough I find the smutty chapters much quicker to write, I wonder why ;)
Anyways, that mean's you shouldn't have to wait as long for the next one!

Chapter 26: Post-Show

Your mind was spinning as you waited on the couch in Brian’s dressing room. You could hear the thrum of music still sounding through the venue; the band must just be finishing up ‘We Are the Champions’. You were toying with the idea of removing your clothes before Brian arrived, perhaps sitting ready like a nice present as soon as he entered. But you also didn’t want to assume his intentions. There were so many variables… and that was why you liked it most when Brian was with you, telling you what to do.

You decided to bite the bullet and just do it, quickly locking the door, pulling your clothes off, and placing them to the side. You didn’t want anyone else to accidentally walk in on you, and Brian probably had a key.

You had read some things about dom/sub kinks before you met Brian, and as you were standing naked in his room, some options ran through your mind that you were eager to try with him. You’d heard of various submissive positions that you could arrange yourself into, but you had no real-world experience with the specifics. You thought of yourself kneeling bare on the rug, waiting patiently for Brian. Imagining the needful ache you would feel as you sat motionless, delaying your pleasure for his sake, you began to grow wet between your legs. Would Brian like if you did that? Would he be pleased to find you trembling for him as soon as he opened the door? Fuck. Your pussy clenched at the fantasy. You could picture how his eyes would darken, how he would forget all his manners and stalk towards you with a hungry look on his face, impatient to take his fill.

You cleared your cloudy mind with a shake of your head. That would have to come later, as you didn’t really know what you were doing. You would be patient and wait for Brian to teach you what he wanted. For now, you sat on the floor in front of the sofa: right where he gave you a delicious taste of his cock before the show. Wonderful memories filled your head as you arranged yourself, putting your weight on one side and tucking your feet up close to your rear. You hoped you looked attractive, tempting and willing, imagining catching him like some sort of fantastic mermaid.

The music had quieted now, fading into the cheers of the crowd. The band must be taking their final bows. You pictured how Brian would look. His hair would fall around his face as he bent at the waist, one arm around Roger as they saluted and thanked the audience. He would hoist the Red Special aloft with the other hand, showing his pride and connection with the one-of-a-kind instrument. It was truly amazing, how a home-made guitar built by Brian and his father was so adored round the world.

You hoped he was happy, feeling proud of his performance tonight and high off the adulation from the crowd. He was often so hard on himself and got caught up on small mistakes that nobody else could notice. You just wished the end result was worth all the physical and emotional strain he put himself through for the fans. It must be incredibly hard to live under constant scrutiny and evaluation, especially for someone so responsive to comments such as Brian.

You thought back to the last time you saw him, popping some unseen substance before taking the stage. You realized now, after a bit more time to think, that you had formed a suspicion rather harshly. You had no idea what he had taken. It could have been a multi-vitamin for all you knew, though that would be rather a strange time to get his daily nutrients. You couldn’t think of many narcotics that came in pill-form, and couldn’t picture a rock and roll legend taking a hit of X before the encore performance. It just didn’t fit the character.

However, the image of Brian slipping a quick bite of cocaine under his upper lip was easier to imagine, if still slightly troubling. You had to admit that you found the thought stimulating, but you weren’t sure in which way. There was something arousing about imagining Brian lost in pleasure, out of control and enjoying life. It gave him an edge of danger, heightening the treacherous appeal of an experienced rock star. But that wasn’t BRIAN, and you didn’t want him burning out. He was idolized throughout the planet and you hoped he stayed happy and healthy for many years to come. You were here to let him take out those pleasure-seeking urges in a safe, natural way. Flesh on flesh. He could lose control and unleash himself on you, draining the excess after-concert emotions into your willing body.

Therefore, the logical conclusion was Viagra. Please God let your instincts be correct. You couldn’t give less of a toss if Brian had to use chemical methods to get that big cock up again, so long as he stuffed it in you. Christ, it would be the third time he was hard today, albeit pretty spread out. You were well aware at this point that he enjoyed your body, and that he found your sexual efforts attractive. You wouldn’t let something so small make you insecure. You were actually ecstatic that he wanted you again so soon.

…

When Brian finally reached the door, you hoped your fantasies would be fulfilled. The handle jiggled a bit on your side but didn’t open, causing you to jolt suddenly, wrenched out of your daydreams. You could hear Brian’s muffled voice on the other side of the wood, muttering with confusion. After a bit more struggle with no success, he wrapped his knuckles lightly against the door. Perhaps he didn’t have a key after all. Drat. That ruined your little presentation a bit. Still, one mustn’t keep Brian waiting.

Your bare feet padded their way towards the entrance. You were careful to hide your body behind the door once you got there, unlocking the latch and stepping behind it as you opened it slowly for Brian.

“Hello? …Y/N?” He said the words quietly, so as not to be overheard.

You had to suppress a chuckle at his confused whisper. “I’m right here Sir. Sorry about the lock.”

Brian peeked around the door, curls flowing as he turned towards your voice. You knew he could only see your head at the moment because the rest of you still stood behind the panel. As he made eye contact, his furrowed brow softened, clearly pleased to see you. He stepped through the entrance fully then, turning his back to you in order to close the door. A small tremor passed along your spine when you saw what he was wearing; he had kept the encore outfit on, even re-donning that wonderful jacket. Your heart clenched at his gesture, for he had obviously been listening when you told him you liked it. You felt privileged, honoured even, that he would do that for you.

“No worries love,” Brian answered you, still facing the other direction to lock the door. “It was probably a smart idea. We don’t want anyone to walk in and see—“

The words dried in his mouth as he turned and looked at you fully for the first time. His jaw dropped slightly; it was almost imperceptible, and if you hadn’t been studying his face you wouldn’t have noticed, but it was there. You had managed to render Brian May speechless for the second time in one day. Was there any better feeling?

His wide, shocked eyes ran over your bare body, quickly taking in every creamy curve, and you could SEE the change that came over him. His eyes narrowed and his lips spread, nostrils flaring slightly as his whole face turned dark and predatory within an instant. You could feel the waves of smug pride rolling off him as he looked at your naked form on display. His body language changed too, when he cocked a hip and stepped towards you, crowding your space.

“Oh darling…” he drawled, voice suddenly low, “What a wonderful surprise.”

Okay, you thought, there WAS one thing better than making Brian speechless: the feeling of molten lava that settled in your gut when he found his voice again.

“All for you Sir. I hope you like it.” There was something about his tone that always drove yours to leave your throat breathless.

Brian stepped even closer then, leaving only a foot between your bodies. The height disparity between you was delectable in this position, and your core pulsed. You had to crane your neck up to meet his eyes. He quickly grabbed your hips, fingers falling over earlier bruises, and pulled you flush against his pelvis, growling his answer, “I very much do.”

You could feel the beginnings of his arousal against your stomach, pressing into your soft skin through his trousers, and you trembled in his grip. You loved everything about this: being trapped and vulnerable again in his clutch. You felt dirty and wonton, naked and yearning for Brian’s attention, while he was still fully clothed in elegant, shining, expensive garments. He was so high above you, so stately and confident, commanding respect and demanding obedience. You were eager for him, and moaned into his chest, desperate to please once again.

“I wanted it to be better,” you said weakly, bringing your hands up to clutch at the smooth material of his lapels. You buried your face into his shirt, breathing in his post-concert, musky scent. “I wanted to kneel on the floor by the couch, waiting for you.” The words were muffled by the material against your mouth as you pressed against him, stroking your cheek along his covered chest in submission and reverence while his hands tightened on your waist.

“Oh Honey, you can kneel all you like once we have some time to ourselves.” The rumble of his voice against your cheek, combined with those naughty words, almost made your legs buckle. “You’re a perfect little present as is.”

He rolled his hips against you then, grinding his growing bulge into your body. The smooth material of his trousers felt amazingly sensual on your skin, but you knew his bare body would feel even better. His big hands trailed down from your hips to cup your bottom. You felt his warm grip on your flesh as he kneaded, rubbed and squeezed each supple mound in turn. You were turning to putty in his hands once again, and couldn’t take it any longer.

“Enjoy your present then Sir…” you whined into his shirt and lowered your hands to palm over his erection, “Please.”

Brian chuckled darkly at your neediness and bent to growl into your ear. “I intend to.”

Suddenly you were being led backwards, your body still flush against Brian’s. He took long, purposeful strides towards the back of the room where the familiar couch was waiting, and you were forced to shuffle quickly so you didn’t fall down.

Brian threw you roughly to the sofa as soon as you were near enough, as if you were a little doll to man-handle. You absolutely loved it. You stared up at him, having landed on your back, full of wetness and arousal.

He looked ethereal, clad in that silver ensemble. The brilliant white of his hair flowed perfectly over the darker, shimmery tones of the jacket and T-shirt. He was like a tall, beautiful statue with features sculpted to sharp perfection by angels themselves. The bright red sash he wore around his waist stood out in contrast to the majestic silver colour of the rest of his clothes, drawing your attention to a certain area of his anatomy: that large, ready bulge in his trousers. You swallowed the lump in your throat that formed from the sight.

Brian smirked down at you as you lay squirming on your back. “Do you like what you see Y/N?” he asked smugly, running his hands down the sides of his torso.

Of course you did; surely he knew he was incredibly handsome. You nodded quickly, salivating at the man above you. “Yes Sir. You're gorgeous, especially in that sexy long jacket.” You enjoyed the way Brian's lips twitched in satisfaction at your words.

“I like what I see too sweetheart,” Brian’s voice was deep, and dark, and arrogant, and so very erotic, “A pretty young thing writhing for my touch.” His smirk grew dangerous, hungry, and almost cruel as he moved his hand to his erection, blatantly touching himself over the material. “You’re aching for it, aren’t you Y/N? Such a good girl… waiting for me to come and use your naked body.”

Warmth pooled in your gut and you visibly trembled at his words, causing Brian’s gaze to darken even further. He stepped towards you with a sneer and extended one long finger, pushing it firmly against your lips until you opened for him. And the finger plundered. He was rough with his probe and it seemed like he touched every part of the inside of your mouth as you sucked on him. His skin sill tasted slightly metallic from the guitar strings.

“You’re always so eager to please darling.” Brian’s voice filled your ears around the slick sounds of your sucking. “…Just how I like it.”

You moaned around his finger then, lost in the rush his praise brought you. You were desperate for some more contact and squirmed on the couch, rubbing your backside fruitlessly on the cushion.

“Be still Y/N,” Brian said sharply. You immediately complied, even though your pussy was a hot, aching mess, and his voice softened at your obedience. “Good girl.”

Then Brian pulled his finger out of your mouth. It was wet and shiny, covered in your spit. You watched him move it with baited breath, only able to pant now that there was nothing blocking your breathing. Every nerve in your sex was desperate for his touch and you were frozen with anticipation as he lowered his hand between your legs, sitting open and ready for him. You gasped when you felt the tip of his finger rest against your entrance, and you couldn’t control your body’s response as a gush of fluid ran out to meet him.

Brian traced lazy circles around your hole, teasing you mercilessly. But he wouldn’t yet give you what you needed most. “What do you say Y/N?”

“Please touch me Sir,” you whined, not caring how pathetic you were under his control, “See how ready I am for you.”

That was all the encouragement Brian needed, for he pushed the wet digit all the way into your channel in one rough thrust, growling as it penetrated you. “Oh fuck baby girl… you ARE ready.” You knew it too. You were incredibly wet and slippery, yearning for his thick cock. He gave you a few quick pumps with his hand, enjoying the way you moaned for him. “There’s no need to delay this any further then,” he said, “Hands and knees on the couch.”

He slipped his finger out of your wet core and watched as you hastily scrambled to do as he required. You wanted Brian’s dick inside you so badly that you almost couldn’t feel your arms as you positioned yourself on the cushion, with your ass facing the side of the sofa. Brian walked behind you, slow and tantalizing, until he disappeared from your view. You were nervous and frighteningly aroused, only able to tell his position from the laboured breaths you could hear from his chest.

Suddenly Brian grabbed your hips and pulled you roughly towards him, forcing your feet up on the arm rest and raising your bottom in the air. It was a very exposing position; the cool breeze on your open sex was a stark reminder of how you were presented to the man behind you. Your heart was beating frantically in your chest, awaiting Brian’s next move.

The next contact you felt was a strong hand on your lower back, causing you to jump slightly in your tense state, but soon you relaxed into the warm touch as it seared into your skin. Brian slowly dragged his hand from that position, along your spine, and to the tender spot between your shoulder blades. Then he pressed down. His direction was hard, yet slow, adding to the sensuality of the act as you found yourself bending your arms and arching your back.

“Mmm… that’s better Baby,” Brian murmured, trailing his hand back along your skin, “It’s nice to have such a flexible young woman all to myself. Don’t move.” You were lost in his touch, focused so intently on the feeling of his calloused fingers against your soft chest, that you couldn’t catch the gasp that left your throat when he brought his other hand to slap your ass. It was a light smack, stinging only slightly and leaving a warm to spread across your cheek.

Brian chuckled at your reaction, now using both hands to grip either side of your bottom. “So responsive Y/N. I think I’m going to enjoy this very much.” You could sense the desire radiating off him as he stood behind you, even as he released your bum to unzip his fly.

The quiet rustling of Brian freeing his manhood from his slacks was somehow more poignant than it should be. He wasn’t even going to take off his clothing, while you were completely naked beneath him. It was deliciously dirty; you felt like a cheap toy, open and ready for him to stick his dick into whenever he pleased. You relished the dark twist in your gut as you thought about how you looked, bent over in wanton submission to this immense man, dressed in all his regal splendor. A new flood of arousal arrived with every second he had you wait.

“Remember your colours Y/N,” Brian said, and then you could feel his cock between your legs, and thought of nothing else.

You were nearly incoherent with want as you moaned your answer in desperation, “Green Sir.”

Brian rubbed the long shaft up and down your folds, coating it in your ample juices, and playing havoc on your poor, edged nerves. It was excruciating to have him this close, and still not be filled to the absolute brim with his meat. Finally, he lined the tip of this penis with your eager, weeping entrance, only to hold it there. “Good Baby…” Brian’s voice was rough and growly now, bursting with a primal need to own, to possess. “Cause I’m gonna take my pleasure as I tear you apart.”

And then he plunged into your slick hole with one hard, long thrust, and you cried out as you were split open in blinding ecstasy: filled up and claimed once more.

Chapter 27: Trap Set

Notes:

Daddy Kink warning :) You know the drill...

Brian groaned deeply as he buried himself inside you, pelvis flush against your backside. The quick, forceful entry had knocked all the air out of your chest, leaving your mouth as a guttural cry. He was big, and thick, and long, and it HURT… but it was also the best feeling you could imagine. His cock stretched you so wide all at once, pulling your insides apart and molding them to fit around his size. It was a glorious, aching burn when he pulled back, drawing out about half way, only to slam into you again.

From this position you felt that Brian reached even deeper inside you, hitting your cervix easily with each hard thrust. He made you feel so good, so desired and absolutely owned, that you welcomed the dull pain. In fact you craved it. Every time he pulled out, fat shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls, you waited on baited breath for him to thrust back in and stuff you full once more.

His hands were tight on your hips, pulling you towards him to meet each drive of his penis through your slick folds.

“How does it feel baby girl? …Daddy’s big cock fucking so deep into your tight little cunt.” The words tumbled from Brian’s open mouth as he continued to slam into you at a slow but hard pace. It was the dirtiest you’d ever heard him, growling profanities in that low voice to punctuate his thrusts. You weren’t sure if it was physically possible for you to become more aroused at this point, but Brian saying those things in that wonderful voice was certainly contributing.

It was everything you could do to moan your answer, “So good…” Your voice came out in bursts, pressed from your lungs with each of Brian’s thrusts, as your whole body contracted beneath him. “You’re so long, so thick Daddy.” He was all you could think about at the moment: taking, claiming, using your entire body and soul. “I’m so happy to be yours.”

You said the words reverently as he pounded into you, somehow harder with each sentence, and you meant them. The presence of Brian rutting behind you stirred your insides with dark seduction, drawing swirls of want and need through your core until you were aching. It felt like there was a hole inside you that could only be filled by pleasing, by belonging to this man. With every drag of Brian’s penis against your walls you clenched around him, desperate to have him inside you and link your bodies as one.

“Yes Y/N,” Brian rumbled, “This juicy little cunt is all MINE.” His voice peaked on the last word, gaining an edge of lustful possession as he snarled above you. You could feel the hard tips of his fingernails as he dug into your hips and clutched tighter with each pump into you. “And I get to use it whenever I wish… isn’t that right baby?”

His sensual voice sent a ripple through your muscles, pushing your closer to that wonderful pleasure high, and your ensuing whimper filled the room over the wet slapping and grunts of passionate sex. “Yes Daddy!” The scratchy reply flew desperately from your panting mouth, and you grew wetter at your own pathetic neediness.

“Good girl Y/N. You always give me just what I want,” Brian was sinful, moving one hand to press down on your shoulders again, “Such a perfect toy for Daddy.”

It was all too much, hearing that praise from Brian. The slightly different angle allowed Brian’s cock to brush over your clit as it entered you, and you felt the familiar tightening through your lower muscles, the building need for more. For another, harder thrust to stretch you even wider. Anything he could give you to push you over the edge of ecstasy.

“I’m gonna come Sir.” You warned Brian of your impending fall, but you weren’t sure if there was any way to avoid it at this point. You knew it was too early, but you had been teased too long, both by Brian and yourself, thinking of him as you waited nakedly.

Brian simply growled. “Not yet honey. You’ll come when I say you can.”

Oh shit, you panicked, that wasn’t going to work. You were too far gone at this point. There was no way you could stop yourself, and the uselessness of your struggle only made the situation all the more intense and arousing. Your pussy practically throbbed with pleasure and need, swollen and tight around Brian’s shaft.

“Please Daddy,” you begged in the whiniest, most desperate voice you’d ever heard from your own lips, “I can’t help it.”

The fingernails at your waist dug in to your skin.

“You can and you will Y/N. Or you’ll be forced to learn.”

Brian’s rough voice left no room for argument, but his dominant tone just stirred your insides more. You wanted to please him so badly, but your subconscious body was just too happy with his big dick pushing at your cervix.

You tried to focus on anything else, but it was a lost cause. Brian was just too irresistible, hitting every nerve inside your body with each thrust. Your vaginal muscles were tensing, throbbing, pulsing as you tried frantically to contain your orgasm. You panted desperately in time with Brian, blood rushing to your ears and clit, as he plundered you more, more, MORE… until you could take it no longer. The beginnings of your climax shot through your core, the pleasant twinge that signaled all your tightly held energy would be released. Fuck!

You whined pitifully as you came: defeated, but convulsing in the ecstasy of your naughty pleasure. Fuck again. The thoughts flew through your mind. You’d displeased Brian. You were a bad girl… But you were a bad girl currently tightening her pussy around a large, hard cock. It felt so damn good, and you exhaled harshly as your spent, sensitive parts twitched when Brian moved. You always came hard around Brian’s dick, but this time there was something missing, some part of you that wasn’t satisfied, because the man behind you wasn’t pleased.

“What the fuck was that Y/N?” Brian stilled his thrusts, still buried inside you, as your overwhelmed hole weakly shuttered and clenched around him. You cringed inwardly at the rough, angry sound of his voice as it reverberated around the room.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I—“

You tried to explain yourself but were quickly cut off by Brian.

“What did I say Y/N?” He leaned over you to speak more directly, his chest covering your back. You could feel the warmth radiating off him, and the sweat that had formed on his shirt.

You began to shake your head, thoroughly embarrassed, and unable to form words to defend yourself. You were a used, whimpering mess, still impaled on Brian’s hard prick. When you opened your mouth nothing came out but another whine.

This also annoyed Brian, who, to your immense displeasure, slipped his penis out of you and took a step back. You were nervous, ashamed, and still aching from your orgasm as you knelt in place, not daring to move under his intense scrutiny. The faint sound of rustling sounded above the silence of your combined breathing, and you only knew that Brian had taken his coat off when you saw it thrown over the back of the couch beside you. It was excruciating to wait like this, hearing only footsteps on the floor as Brian paced the room behind you.

But suddenly he stopped moving.

SLAP!

You started at the harsh sound of skin on skin that rang through the air, yelping slightly, but only feeling the sting of his hand on your ass after the fact. Heat pooled from the impact site down into your thighs, and then settled in your weeping core. You had to bite your bottom lip; Brian had just spanked you. Rather hard.

“I came in here after performing for two hours, with a throbbing head and an aching cock, looking for a release Y/N.” Brian’s voice was dark, but not as angry as you would have expected. “Is it so much to ask, after all the chaos and adrenaline, for a little bit of control?”

There was a pregnant pause as he stopped talking and waited for your reply.

You swallowed the spit that had congealed in your mouth, and let out a shaky answer. “No Sir.”

“Then why did you disobey me?”

There was definitely a hint of amusement in Brian’s tone now, though he was obviously trying to hide it under gruff disapproval. You were a bit confused, but it was better than having him purely disappointed in you.

“I couldn’t help myself Daddy,” you said beseechingly, “I really tried, but you’re just too handsome. You’re so sexy after a concert, and your big wonderful cock stuffed me so full that I was overwhelmed. I’m so sorry and I—“

Brian interrupted your apologetic tirade by placing his hands on your backside, and silencing your words with a long, smug “Shhhhhh…” He massaged your bare cheeks, rubbing gently with his palms into the hot, surely red skin. It felt warm and tender, but the action also reminded you who was in control, as he cupped and caressed your bum like it belonged to him.

“Oh you poor little girl…” Brian drew each word out in his low tenor, speaking down to you slowly and patronizingly. You thought you had exhausted yourself after your orgasm, but you could already feel the throbbing start again in your core; why was that tone of voice so hot? He continued speaking.

“You were overwhelmed by Daddy? …Because he’s got such a big, juicy cock? That’s no excuse to be disobedient Y/N. It looks like we have some work to do." Brian paused, milking your nervous silence for all its worth, “However, since I so enjoy your flattery, I’ll let you off with a light punishment this time.”

It suddenly all became clear to you. He wasn’t truly angry; this was his plan all along. That dirty man was just looking for an excuse to punish you. Your gut rolled again: you’d fallen straight into his trap. It was impressive and arousing how he was able to play with your emotions so easily. You could picture the self-satisfied smirk that would be on Brian’s face right about now, even if you couldn’t see it.

There was another period of silence in the room, as Brian held his tongue. You knew what he was waiting for, and your stomach churned with that delicious dark fire at the humiliation. “Thank you Daddy.”

Thank you for being so clever. Thank you for being so fucking hot when you show me how easily I’m controlled, how much you have yet to teach me. Thank you for forcing me to be grateful for a punishment. …Thank you for your domination. None of these truths were said, but they were all implied in that one voiced sentence. You’d fantasized of this moment plenty of times over the years, safe in the comfort of your own bed, but here you were now, about to be disciplined by Brian May. Like the naughty girl you were.

Your arms ached and your knees were sore, even on the couch cushion, but you dared not move. You were too excited and nervous to possibly stop this from happening.

You heard some more shuffling, and the wet, muffled sound of Brian pumping his own cock. You clenched your thighs at the thought of him, still hard out of his trousers, getting off at the sight of your red ass on show for him. Perhaps it was Viagra he’d taken then, because you were mighty impressed with the display. Who were you to question what he did anyways? You giggled inside your mind; you should be punished for such thoughts.

Eventually, a strong masculine voice cut through the air.

“I’m going to spank you Y/N. Ten times should be enough.” Brian rubbed over your backside once more as you held your breath in silent anticipation. “Remember your colours.”

Chapter 28: Trap Set (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as previous chapter w/o Daddy Kink.

Brian groaned deeply as he buried himself inside you, pelvis flush against your backside. The quick, forceful entry had knocked all the air out of your chest, leaving your mouth as a guttural cry. He was big, and thick, and long, and it HURT… but it was also the best feeling you could imagine. His cock stretched you so wide all at once, pulling your insides apart and molding them to fit around his size. It was a glorious, aching burn when he pulled back, drawing out about half way, only to slam into you again.

From this position you felt that Brian reached even deeper inside you, hitting your cervix easily with each hard thrust. He made you feel so good, so desired and absolutely owned, that you welcomed the dull pain. In fact you craved it. Every time he pulled out, fat shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls, you waited on baited breath for him to thrust back in and stuff you full once more.

His hands were tight on your hips, pulling you towards him to meet each drive of his penis through your slick folds.

“How does it feel baby girl? …My big cock fucking so deep into your tight little cunt.” The words tumbled from Brian’s open mouth as he continued to slam into you at a slow but hard pace. It was the dirtiest you’d ever heard him, growling profanities in that low voice to punctuate his thrusts. You weren’t sure if it was physically possible for you to become more aroused at this point, but Brian saying those things in that wonderful voice was certainly contributing.

It was everything you could do to moan your answer, “So good…” Your voice came out in bursts, pressed from your lungs with each of Brian’s thrusts, as your whole body contracted beneath him. “You’re so long, so thick Sir.” He was all you could think about at the moment: taking, claiming, using your entire body and soul. “I’m so happy to be yours.”

You said the words reverently as he pounded into you, somehow harder with each sentence, and you meant them. The presence of Brian rutting behind you stirred your insides with dark seduction, drawing swirls of want and need through your core until you were aching. It felt like there was a hole inside you that could only be filled by pleasing, by belonging to this man. With every drag of Brian’s penis against your walls you clenched around him, desperate to have him inside you and link your bodies as one.

“Yes Y/N,” Brian rumbled, “This juicy little cunt is all MINE.” His voice peaked on the last word, gaining an edge of lustful possession as he snarled above you. You could feel the hard tips of his fingernails as he dug into your hips and clutched tighter with each pump into you. “And I get to use it whenever I wish… isn’t that right baby?”

His sensual voice sent a ripple through your muscles, pushing your closer to that wonderful pleasure high, and your ensuing whimper filled the room over the wet slapping and grunts of passionate sex. “Yes Sir!” The scratchy reply flew desperately from your panting mouth, and you grew wetter at your own pathetic neediness.

“Good girl Y/N. You always give me just what I want,” Brian was sinful, moving one hand to press down on your shoulders again, “Such a perfect toy.”

It was all too much, hearing that praise from Brian. The slightly different angle allowed Brian’s cock to brush over your clit as it entered you, and you felt the familiar tightening through your lower muscles, the building need for more. For another, harder thrust to stretch you even wider. Anything he could give you to push you over the edge of ecstasy.

“I’m gonna come Sir.” You warned Brian of your impending fall, but you weren’t sure if there was any way to avoid it at this point. You knew it was too early, but you had been teased too long, both by Brian and yourself, thinking of him as you waited nakedly.

Brian simply growled. “Not yet honey. You’ll come when I say you can.”

Oh shit, you panicked, that wasn’t going to work. You were too far gone at this point. There was no way you could stop yourself, and the uselessness of your struggle only made the situation all the more intense and arousing. Your pussy practically throbbed with pleasure and need, swollen and tight around Brian’s shaft.

“Please Sir,” you begged in the whiniest, most desperate voice you’d ever heard from your own lips, “I can’t help it.”

The fingernails at your waist dug in to your skin.

“You can and you will Y/N. Or you’ll be forced to learn.”

Brian’s rough voice left no room for argument, but his dominant tone just stirred your insides more. You wanted to please him so badly, but your subconscious body was just too happy with his big dick pushing at your cervix.

You tried to focus on anything else, but it was a lost cause. Brian was just too irresistible, hitting every nerve inside your body with each thrust. Your vaginal muscles were tensing, throbbing, pulsing as you tried frantically to contain your orgasm. You panted desperately in time with Brian, blood rushing to your ears and clit, as he plundered you more, more, MORE… until you could take it no longer. The beginnings of your climax shot through your core, the pleasant twinge that signaled all your tightly held energy would be released. Fuck!

You whined pitifully as you came: defeated, but convulsing in the ecstasy of your naughty pleasure. Fuck again. The thoughts flew through your mind. You’d displeased Brian. You were a bad girl… But you were a bad girl currently tightening her pussy around a large, hard cock. It felt so damn good, and you exhaled harshly as your spent, sensitive parts twitched when Brian moved. You always came hard around Brian’s dick, but this time there was something missing, some part of you that wasn’t satisfied, because the man behind you wasn’t pleased.

“What the fuck was that Y/N?” Brian stilled his thrusts, still buried inside you, as your overwhelmed hole weakly shuttered and clenched around him. You cringed inwardly at the rough, angry sound of his voice as it reverberated around the room.

“I’m sorry Sir, I—“

You tried to explain yourself but were quickly cut off by Brian.

“What did I say Y/N?” He leaned over you to speak more directly, his chest covering your back. You could feel the warmth radiating off him, and the sweat that had formed on his shirt.

You began to shake your head, thoroughly embarrassed, and unable to form words to defend yourself. You were a used, whimpering mess, still impaled on Brian’s hard prick. When you opened your mouth nothing came out but another whine.

This also annoyed Brian, who, to your immense displeasure, slipped his penis out of you and took a step back. You were nervous, ashamed, and still aching from your orgasm as you knelt in place, not daring to move under his intense scrutiny. The faint sound of rustling sounded above the silence of your combined breathing, and you only knew that Brian had taken his coat off when you saw it thrown over the back of the couch beside you. It was excruciating to wait like this, hearing only footsteps on the floor as Brian paced the room behind you.

But suddenly he stopped moving.

SLAP!

You started at the harsh sound of skin on skin that rang through the air, yelping slightly, but only feeling the sting of his hand on your ass after the fact. Heat pooled from the impact site down into your thighs, and then settled in your weeping core. You had to bite your bottom lip; Brian had just spanked you. Rather hard.

“I came in here after performing for two hours, with a throbbing head and an aching cock, looking for a release Y/N.” Brian’s voice was dark, but not as angry as you would have expected. “Is it so much to ask, after all the chaos and adrenaline, for a little bit of control?”

There was a pregnant pause as he stopped talking and waited for your reply.

You swallowed the spit that had congealed in your mouth, and let out a shaky answer. “No Sir.”

“Then why did you disobey me?”

There was definitely a hint of amusement in Brian’s tone now, though he was obviously trying to hide it under gruff disapproval. You were a bit confused, but it was better than having him purely disappointed in you.

“I couldn’t help myself Sir,” you said beseechingly, “I really tried, but you’re just too handsome. You’re so sexy after a concert, and your big wonderful cock stuffed me so full that I was overwhelmed. I’m so sorry and I—“

Brian interrupted your apologetic tirade by placing his hands on your backside, and silencing your words with a long, smug “Shhhhhh…” He massaged your bare cheeks, rubbing gently with his palms into the hot, surely red skin. It felt warm and tender, but the action also reminded you who was in control, as he cupped and caressed your bum like it belonged to him.

“Oh you poor little girl…” Brian drew each word out in his low tenor, speaking down to you slowly and patronizingly. You thought you had exhausted yourself after your orgasm, but you could already feel the throbbing start again in your core; why was that tone of voice so hot? He continued speaking.

“You were too overwhelmed? …Because I’ve got such a big, juicy cock? That’s no excuse to be disobedient Y/N. It looks like we have some work to do." Brian paused, milking your nervous silence for all its worth, “However, since I so enjoy your flattery, I’ll let you off with a light punishment this time.”

It suddenly all became clear to you. He wasn’t truly angry; this was his plan all along. That dirty man was just looking for an excuse to punish you. Your gut rolled again: you’d fallen straight into his trap. It was impressive and arousing how he was able to play with your emotions so easily. You could picture the self-satisfied smirk that would be on Brian’s face right about now, even if you couldn’t see it.

There was another period of silence in the room, as Brian held his tongue. You knew what he was waiting for, and your stomach churned with that delicious dark fire at the humiliation. “Thank you Sir.”

Thank you for being so clever. Thank you for being so fucking hot when you show me how easily I’m controlled, how much you have yet to teach me. Thank you for forcing me to be grateful for a punishment. …Thank you for your domination. None of these truths were said, but they were all implied in that one voiced sentence. You’d fantasized of this moment plenty of times over the years, safe in the comfort of your own bed, but here you were now, about to be disciplined by Brian May. Like the naughty girl you were.

Your arms ached and your knees were sore, even on the couch cushion, but you dared not move. You were too excited and nervous to possibly stop this from happening.

You heard some more shuffling, and the wet, muffled sound of Brian pumping his own cock. You clenched your thighs at the thought of him, still hard out of his trousers, getting off at the sight of your red ass on display for him. Perhaps it was Viagra he’d taken then, because you were mighty impressed with the display. Who were you to question what he did anyways? You giggled inside your mind; you should be punished for such thoughts.

Eventually, a strong masculine voice cut through the air.

“I’m going to spank you Y/N. Ten times should be enough.” Brian rubbed over your backside once more as you held your breath in silent anticipation. “Remember your colours.”

Chapter 29: The Punishment

Notes:

Daddy kink warning!

It's nearly 2am here haha, but I finished all my academic writing and had such the urge to finish this that I just powered through!

Hopefully it's good… I don't have the energy to edit it tonight so if there are any mistakes they'll be fixed tomorrow (as I usually do with the other chapters lol).

Thanks for continuing to read the story and comment!

The first slap didn’t sting as much as you expected. Brian had aimed for your unspoiled cheek, turning the soft white a more pinkish hue to match the colour he’d left on the other side earlier. Still, you were left speechless as the warmth spread across your rear and the crisp sound reverberated through your skull.

There was a delicious contrast on your flesh as you posed on your hands and knees for Brian: your bottom was freshly hot and rosy, while your pert nipples felt the air in the room as your breasts bounced slightly after the impact. You felt tight, acutely aware of every sensation, and quite aroused under Brian’s stare. There was an incredible urge to clench your thighs at the exposure of your bottom, but you knew that you had to relax or the punishment would feel a lot worse.

You heard Brian rub his hands together behind your back, likely taking the sting out of his own skin and warming up his palms. It was aggravating to not be able to see him, but you were sure it was another planned tease on Brian’s part. Damn that man for being so maddening and sexy.

“I would like you to count too, I think.” Brian’s measured voice was the complete antithesis of your powerless frustration, as he basked in the pregnant silence that followed the first spank. He was like a smug dragon, lording in his control over his treasure. “And thank me for punishing this pert ass so nice.” Oh yes, he was enjoying this.

“One. Thank you Sir”

It was you could do to keep from moaning as Brian brought his warm hands to rub your ass again, mapping the area for later and indulging himself in the shaky breaths that fell from your lungs.
“Good girl.” His voice was sweet sin as he slowly took his hands off you.

SLAP!

The second slap forced a harsh breath out of your mouth as you clenched your teeth from the pain. Your skin stung much more this time, throbbing as Brian placed another large handprint right on top of the first one. That wasn’t the only area that was throbbing though, because once the initial hurt passed, the heat spread from your ass to your swollen sex.

“Two, thank you.” You counted without any voice, just air passing around consonants, for you were afraid that any sound would come out as a whine.

SLAP!

Brian unleashed the third stroke immediately after hearing your words. He hit your other side, causing your nerves to skip the sharp pain of sensitive skin and move straight to the pleasant, heated burn that shot to your core.

You did moan this time. “Three… Thank you Daddy.” The air in the room felt hot and heavy, thick with desire and wickedness as you said those words.

SLAP! SLAP!

Four and five came in rapid succession as Brian panted behind you, likely unable to control himself after the epithet and your lust-filled tone. The slaps were spread out across your backside, giving all your skin the same red warmth and maximizing the pleasure-pain. You grew wetter still as you imagined Brian’s dark eyes, admiring his handiwork on your expanse of exposed flesh.

“Five,” you breathed heavily, “Thank you.” You couldn’t believe you were already half-way there. It was too soon. As much as your ass hurt and the embarrassment filled your chest, you wanted the experience to last a lot longer.

Brian must have felt the same way, because he took a break, and went back to massage your reddened gluts.

“Good girl Y/N,” that lovely low voice sent tremors into your core as usual. “You look absolutely delectable with my hands on your ass.” You couldn’t tell if he meant the red prints on your skin or the actual hands cupping your cheeks, but you suspected he enjoyed both. “Now everyone will know you’re taken care of. That you belong to Daddy.”

Brian’s bold possessiveness spurred a gush of liquid lust to erupt into your gut, and you whined throatily into the air. You wanted it so bad; you wanted everyone to know you were Brian’s, that he had chosen you, and that you gave him what he needed.

The large hands left your backside, and you knew what was coming next.

SLAP!

“Unnggh!” You cried out, low in your larynx. Brian had put more power into this one, and your ass was on fire. Tears formed in your eyelids, threatening to spill, but you held yourself together with shaking breaths. Fuck. It hurt; the bitter sting burned along your skin… Yet you’d never welcomed anything more. You WERE truly his now, giving your body over and taking what he decided you needed. The pain was pleasure in itself, because it came from Brian’s hand. “Six,” you moaned in lust, “Thank you Daddy.”

“You’re welcome Baby,” Brian was just as breathless, deep voice growling roughly, “If only you could see what I see. Your skin blushes the most beautiful pink colour.” You felt one of his hands on your sore cheek, tracing the outline of his fresh handprint. The touch was light and reverent: a complete contrast to the hard spanking moments before. Your chest tightened at the soft caress, as if Brian was awed… grateful that you gave him such trust and power.

His other hand came down in between your legs and cupped at your weeping lips, stroking you and feeling the wetness the pooled there.

“Oh Y/N, look how wet you are,” Brian drawled, sliding his finger between your folds, “You’re such a kinky thing… getting off on being punished.”

He was right, you were aching again, sex tight with want, and the presence of his hand in your most intimate area was making it worse. Your aching ass and pussy were burning hot from the spankings, yearning to be stretched once more.

However, that was not to come right now. You still had four rounds to go. Brian slipped his hand out from your warm folds, now coated with your juices. You could hear the wet, sliding sounds as he pumped his erection with them, and the mental image that filled your mind was enough to send another fresh supply through your core.

“Looks like I’m going to have to try harder.” Brian’s voice filled your ears just before he smacked you again.

SLAP!

“Seven! Thank y—“

SLAP!

“Ahh!” You cried out as the eighth stroke hit your stinging bottom, hard, before you could even thank him for the seventh. Your spinning, overwhelmed, pleasure and pain-filled mind could focus on nothing more than the dull heat radiating from where Brian’s hand had hit you, and the sounds of him panting and wanking that huge cock as he watched you writhe beneath him.

Your arms and legs felt weak and shaky as you tried to keep from collapsing, swaying in silence. Wasn’t there something there something that should come next? Oh!

“Eight, thank you Daddy.” Your voice was equally shaky, timid and needy, hoping that Brian wouldn’t notice your delay. But from the sounds behind you, Brian was almost as lost as you were, stroking himself and groaning loudly.

He sounded like an animal, filled with pleasure and passion as he marked his territory. Claiming what was his.

SLAP!

“Nine!” You almost screamed the number this time, desperate not to forget his rules in the frenzied energy coursing through your veins. “Thank you Daddy!”

Fuck. It felt so good, being treated so roughly like this: being tested and taking every urge and frustration Brian had. You were so close to the edge, balancing between pleasure and pain, muscles somehow trying to draw the pleasant burning from your ass into your pussy with pitiful clenches and spasms in your core. You just needed a little more; that last friction to drive you over the brink once again. You were desperate for it, but you knew you’d been naughty once already tonight, and this was your punishment. Bad girls didn’t get to come.

You whined out loud, thrusting against nothing and keening at your own helplessness.

“Fuck Y/N. You’re a desperate slut for Daddy aren’t you?” Brian practically growled the words. “Those swollen red pussy lips yearn to be stretched wide around my cock once more.” There was agonizing need between your legs now, as you heard him continue to pump his shaft. “Come on Baby, tell me what you need. Beg for it.”

Finally given permission to speak, even if you weren’t expressly denied before, you immediately started babbling to Brian.

“Oh Daddy, please! Spank me again! I’ve been a bad girl, and I need you to punish me with those big, wonderful hands.” You were amazed with the words coming out of your mouth: asking not to come, but for the completion of your discipline. You knew it was what Brian wanted to hear, and therefore it was what you craved deep inside.

Brian paused, savoring the moment, and you could imagine the smirk that would creep onto his face as he slowly muttered, “Good girl.”

SLAP!

The last smack came just as forcefully as you hoped, and you moaned at the welcome scorching sting as it slowly faded to pleasure. You arched your back at the impact, jiggling your breasts into the open air. It was as if every nerve in your body was filled with arousal, about to burst at the seams with any bit of friction. You ached for some contact, but you could touch nothing, just simmering with the lingering heat of your spankings.

“T…ten,” you whimpered through your intense lust, “… thank you Daddy. You’re so good to me.” You were lost in the presence of him, truly thankful now. The punishment had started as kinky fun, and it still was, but now you felt complete, and proud. Somehow Brian had known what you needed, even if you didn’t yourself. All you self-worry and doubt were gone; to hell with those gossiping assistants. This was what you wanted, to be with Brian. He WAS good to you, and you’d just proved you could be good for him.

Brian couldn’t seem to take it anymore, and he immediately growled at your words, grabbing his hard cock and lining it up with your weeping hole once again.

“Yes Y/N,” he plunged into your dripping channel in a single thrust, “You belong to me now.” The stretch of his cock rubbed your insides as he pumped roughly into you. It was absolute heaven after such a long wait. “And I take care of my possessions.”

You were both so close, rutting desperately together on the couch, Brian falling almost on top of you at this point as he ground your knees into the cushion.

“You can come this time Baby. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Milk Daddy’s cock nice and dry.”

A few more hard thrusts and Brian reached his climax. A deep grunt rolled from his throat as he filled your throbbing cunt with his passion once more, pushing deep into your channel. The liquid warmth that pooled inside you was too much, and you followed him shortly after. Your walls spasmed with pleasure as you convulsed around him, pulling every last drop of sperm from the hard member inside you.

Your knees finally gave out and you collapsed into a twitching mess, pulling a certain large rock star down with you, until his torso fell on top of your back and trapped you to the sofa. It was an awkward angle for Brian, who was still half-standing next to the couch. With a load groan, he removed himself from you, fell onto the cushion, and slid between your body and the back of the couch. It was delightful, being spooned by Brian’s big body so snugly.

As your spinning, satisfied head calmed down, you felt the warm cum dripping out of your hole and down your thigh. Your vagina was still throbbing and overstimulated with pleasure, not yet happy to be empty.

Brian lazily reached one hand down between your legs, brushing your sensitive folds and gathering a generous amount of the dripping substance. He brought the same hand to your lips until you could smell the sultry musk of your combined orgasms.

“Open baby girl,” his dark voice rumbled, “We can’t have Daddy’s come going to waste.”

You dutifully parted your lips, letting him stick his fingers into your mouth once again. You sucked them eagerly, enjoying the delicious taste of Brian’s pleasure. It was proof that he desired you, that you could give him such sweet relief.

Once you were done, and Brian’s long fingers were clean, you gave a satisfied hum as he removed them from your mouth. “You taste wonderful Daddy, thank you for filling me so full.” You squirmed beside him in contentment, rubbing your backside against his still-tender cock in your attempt to get closer to his consuming presence.

“God Y/N,” Brian grumbled tiredly into your hair, “You’re truly gonna be the death of me.” His long arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you tightly to his chest. “You give yourself so willingly… and I can’t help but take and take. You make me greedy, looking at me with those adoring eyes, until I give in to my baser desires and plunder my fill.” His voice turned wobbly, “I’m shamelessly self-indulgent.”

You would not let him dig this hole. “Oh Brian,” you said unwaveringly, “You’re inspirational, kind and you work yourself to the bone. We all deserve some pleasure at the end of the day.” You wrapped your own arms over his, clutching at his forearms. “I’m having the time of my life and I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else than here with you.” You took a breath, stroking his hairy skin. “You’re a legend: a rock and roll superstar and sex icon. It’s time you stopped being ashamed of acting like one.”

You felt a puff of warm air hit your neck as Brian huffed. “I know what I am Y/N. Who said I was ashamed?” You were happy that his voice retained that deserved confidence. “I just worry about a little thing like you, being able to handle me after years of instant gratification and inflated ego.”

Sure, you thought to yourself, that’s definitely what he meant, but you would play along. ”Believe me Brian, I want every last bit of it. All parts of you. And I want it in every State of this tour.”

Eventually Brian chucked on top of you. You could feel the tremors of his chest against your back as his big body shook yours.

“Okay my little darling, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to work on our discretion. Your screams of passion probably travel through these walls further than you think.”

Chapter 30: The Punishment (Alternate)

Notes:

Non-daddy kink version of last chapter.

The first slap didn’t sting as much as you expected. Brian had aimed for your unspoiled cheek, turning the soft white a more pinkish hue to match the colour he’d left on the other side earlier. Still, you were left speechless as the warmth spread across your rear and the crisp sound reverberated through your skull.

There was a delicious contrast on your flesh as you posed on your hands and knees for Brian: your bottom was freshly hot and rosy, while your pert nipples felt the air in the room as your breasts bounced slightly after the impact. You felt tight, acutely aware of every sensation, and quite aroused under Brian’s stare. There was an incredible urge to clench your thighs at the exposure of your bottom, but you knew that you had to relax or the punishment would feel a lot worse.

You heard Brian rub his hands together behind your back, likely taking the sting out of his own skin and warming up his palms. It was aggravating to not be able to see him, but you were sure it was another planned tease on Brian’s part. Damn that man for being so maddening and sexy.

“I would like you to count too, I think.” Brian’s measured voice was the complete antithesis of your powerless frustration, as he basked in the pregnant silence that followed the first spank. He was like a smug dragon, lording in his control over his treasure. “And thank me for punishing this pert ass so nice.” Oh yes, he was enjoying this.

“One. Thank you Sir”

It was you could do to keep from moaning as Brian brought his warm hands to rub your ass again, mapping the area for later and indulging himself in the shaky breaths that fell from your lungs.
“Good girl.” His voice was sweet sin as he slowly took his hands off you.

SLAP!

The second slap forced a harsh breath out of your mouth as you clenched your teeth from the pain. Your skin stung much more this time, throbbing as Brian placed another large handprint right on top of the first one. That wasn’t the only area that was throbbing though, because once the initial hurt passed, the heat spread from your ass to your swollen sex.

“Two, thank you.” You counted without any voice, just air passing around consonants, for you were afraid that any sound would come out as a whine.

SLAP!

Brian unleashed the third stroke immediately after hearing your words. He hit your other side, causing your nerves to skip the sharp pain of sensitive skin and move straight to the pleasant, heated burn that shot to your core.

You did moan this time. “Three… Thank you SIR.” The air in the room felt hot and heavy, thick with desire and wickedness as you said those words.

SLAP! SLAP!

Four and five came in rapid succession as Brian panted behind you, likely unable to control himself after the epithet and your lust-filled tone. The slaps were spread out across your backside, giving all your skin the same red warmth and maximizing the pleasure-pain. You grew wetter still as you imagined Brian’s dark eyes, admiring his handiwork on your expanse of exposed flesh.

“Five,” you breathed heavily, “Thank you.” You couldn’t believe you were already half-way there. It was too soon. As much as your ass hurt and the embarrassment filled your chest, you wanted the experience to last a lot longer.

Brian must have felt the same way, because he took a break, and went back to massage your reddened gluts.

“Good girl Y/N,” that lovely low voice sent tremors into your core as usual. “You look absolutely delectable with my hands on your ass.” You couldn’t tell if he meant the red prints on your skin or the actual hands cupping your cheeks, but you suspected he enjoyed both. “Now everyone will know you’re taken care of. That your MINE.”

Brian’s bold possessiveness spurred a gush of liquid lust to erupt into your gut, and you whined throatily into the air. You wanted it so bad; you wanted everyone to know you were Brian’s, that he had chosen you, and that you gave him what he needed.

The large hands left your backside, and you knew what was coming next.

SLAP!

“Unnggh!” You cried out, low in your larynx. Brian had put more power into this one, and your ass was on fire. Tears formed in your eyelids, threatening to spill, but you held yourself together with shaking breaths. Fuck. It hurt; the bitter sting burned along your skin… Yet you’d never welcomed anything more. You WERE truly his now, giving your body over and taking what he decided you needed. The pain was pleasure in itself, because it came from Brian’s hand. “Six,” you moaned in lust, “Thank you Sir.”

“You’re welcome Baby,” Brian was just as breathless, deep voice growling roughly, “If only you could see what I see. Your skin blushes the most beautiful pink colour.” You felt one of his hands on your sore cheek, tracing the outline of his fresh handprint. The touch was light and reverent: a complete contrast to the hard spanking moments before. Your chest tightened at the soft caress, as if Brian was awed… grateful that you gave him such trust and power.

His other hand came down in between your legs and cupped at your weeping lips, stroking you and feeling the wetness the pooled there.

“Oh Y/N, look how wet you are,” Brian drawled, sliding his finger between your folds, “You’re such a kinky thing… getting off on being punished.”

He was right, you were aching again, sex tight with want, and the presence of his hand in your most intimate area was making it worse. Your aching ass and pussy were burning hot from the spankings, yearning to be stretched once more.

However, that was not to come right now. You still had four rounds to go. Brian slipped his hand out from your warm folds, now coated with your juices. You could hear the wet, sliding sounds as he pumped his erection with them, and the mental image that filled your mind was enough to send another fresh supply through your core.

“Looks like I’m going to have to try harder.” Brian’s voice filled your ears just before he smacked you again.

SLAP!

“Seven! Thank y—“

SLAP!

“Ahh!” You cried out as the eighth stroke hit your stinging bottom, hard, before you could even thank him for the seventh. Your spinning, overwhelmed, pleasure and pain-filled mind could focus on nothing more than the dull heat radiating from where Brian’s hand had hit you, and the sounds of him panting and wanking that huge cock as he watched you writhe beneath him.

Your arms and legs felt weak and shaky as you tried to keep from collapsing, swaying in silence. Wasn’t there something there something that should come next? Oh!

“Eight, thank you Sir.” Your voice was equally shaky, timid and needy, hoping that Brian wouldn’t notice your delay. But from the sounds behind you, Brian was almost as lost as you were, stroking himself and groaning loudly.

He sounded like an animal, filled with pleasure and passion as he marked his territory. Claiming what was his.

SLAP!

“Nine!” You almost screamed the number this time, desperate not to forget his rules in the frenzied energy coursing through your veins. “Thank you Sir!”

Fuck. It felt so good, being treated so roughly like this: being tested and taking every urge and frustration Brian had. You were so close to the edge, balancing between pleasure and pain, muscles somehow trying to draw the pleasant burning from your ass into your pussy with pitiful clenches and spasms in your core. You just needed a little more; that last friction to drive you over the brink once again. You were desperate for it, but you knew you’d been naughty once already tonight, and this was your punishment. Bad girls didn’t get to come.

You whined out loud, thrusting against nothing and keening at your own helplessness.

“Fuck Y/N. You’re a desperate little slut aren’t you?” Brian practically growled the words. “Those swollen red pussy lips yearn to be stretched wide around my cock once more.” There was agonizing need between your legs now, as you heard him continue to pump his shaft. “Come on Baby, tell me what you need. Beg for it.”

Finally given permission to speak, even if you weren’t expressly denied before, you immediately started babbling.

“Oh Brian, please! Spank me again! I’ve been a bad girl, and I need you to punish me with those big, wonderful hands.” You were amazed with the words coming out of your mouth: asking not to come, but for the completion of your discipline. You knew it was what Brian wanted to hear, and therefore it was what you craved deep inside.

Brian paused, savoring the moment, and you could imagine the smirk that would creep onto his face as he slowly muttered, “Good girl.”

SLAP!

The last smack came just as forcefully as you hoped, and you moaned at the welcome scorching sting as it slowly faded to pleasure. You arched your back at the impact, jiggling your breasts into the open air. It was as if every nerve in your body was filled with arousal, about to burst at the seams with any bit of friction. You ached for some contact, but you could touch nothing, just simmering with the lingering heat of your spankings.

“T…ten,” you whimpered through your intense lust, “… thank you Sir. You’re so good to me.” You were lost in the presence of him, truly thankful now. The punishment had started as kinky fun, and it still was, but now you felt complete, and proud. Somehow Brian had known what you needed, even if you didn’t yourself. All you self-worry and doubt were gone; to hell with those gossiping assistants. This was what you wanted, to be with Brian. He WAS good to you, and you’d just proved you could be good for him.

Brian couldn’t seem to take it anymore, and he immediately growled at your words, grabbing his hard cock and lining it up with your weeping hole once again.

“Yes Y/N,” he plunged into your dripping channel in a single thrust, “You belong to me now.” The stretch of his cock rubbed your insides as he pumped roughly into you. It was absolute heaven after such a long wait. “And I take care of my possessions.”

You were both so close, rutting desperately together on the couch, Brian falling almost on top of you at this point as he ground your knees into the cushion.

“You can come this time Baby. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Milk my cock nice and dry.”

A few more hard thrusts and Brian reached his climax. A deep grunt rolled from his throat as he filled your throbbing cunt with his passion once more, pushing deep into your channel. The liquid warmth that pooled inside you was too much, and you followed him shortly after. Your walls spasmed with pleasure as you convulsed around him, pulling every last drop of sperm from the hard member inside you.

Your knees finally gave out and you collapsed into a twitching mess, pulling a certain large rock star down with you, until his torso fell on top of your back and trapped you to the sofa. It was an awkward angle for Brian, who was still half-standing next to the couch. With a load groan, he removed himself from you, fell onto the cushion, and slid between your body and the back of the couch. It was delightful, being spooned by Brian’s big body so snugly.

As your spinning, satisfied head calmed down, you felt the warm cum dripping out of your hole and down your thigh. Your vagina was still throbbing and overstimulated with pleasure, not yet happy to be empty.

Brian lazily reached one hand down between your legs, brushing your sensitive folds and gathering a generous amount of the dripping substance. He brought the same hand to your lips until you could smell the sultry musk of your combined orgasms.

“Open baby girl,” his dark voice rumbled, “We can’t have any of this come going to waste.”

You dutifully parted your lips, letting him stick his fingers into your mouth once again. You sucked them eagerly, enjoying the delicious taste of Brian’s pleasure. It was proof that he desired you, that you could give him such sweet relief.

Once you were done, and Brian’s long fingers were clean, you gave a satisfied hum as he removed them from your mouth. “You taste wonderful Sir, thank you for filling me so full.” You squirmed beside him in contentment, rubbing your backside against his still-tender cock in your attempt to get closer to his consuming presence.

“God Y/N,” Brian grumbled tiredly into your hair, “You’re truly gonna be the death of me.” His long arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you tightly to his chest. “You give yourself so willingly… and I can’t help but take and take. You make me greedy, looking at me with those adoring eyes, until I give in to my baser desires and plunder my fill.” His voice turned wobbly, “I’m shamelessly self-indulgent.”

You would not let him dig this hole. “Oh Brian,” you said unwaveringly, “You’re inspirational, kind and you work yourself to the bone. We all deserve some pleasure at the end of the day.” You wrapped your own arms over his, clutching at his forearms. “I’m having the time of my life and I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else than here with you.” You took a breath, stroking his hairy skin. “You’re a legend: a rock and roll superstar and sex icon. It’s time you stopped being ashamed of acting like one.”

You felt a puff of warm air hit your neck as Brian huffed. “I know what I am Y/N. Who said I was ashamed?” You were happy that his voice retained that deserved confidence. “I just worry about a little thing like you, being able to handle me after years of instant gratification and inflated ego.”

Sure, that’s definitely what he meant, but you would play along. ”Believe me Brian, I want every last bit of it. All parts of you. And I want it in every last State of this tour.”

Eventually, Brian chucked on top of you. You could feel the tremors of his chest against your back as his big body shook yours.

“Okay my little darling, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to work on our discretion. Your screams of passion probably travel through these walls further than you think.”

Chapter 31: Reflection

Notes:

Warning for... I don't know, general weirdness? I don't really know what's going on with this chapter. Let's just say Y/N's mum calls and there's uneasiness with the necessary lying.

You and Brian were exhausted after the passionate workout, lying in each other’s embrace on the couch. You were worried that Brian was uncomfortable on the small sofa; his long legs were tucked up behind yours yet his feet dangled over the edge anyways. Still, he held you tight in his arms. You were touched that he wanted to hold your sated, naked body against him more than he cared about the likely aching joints in his limbs.

You were in heaven, snuggled against Brian’s warm chest and slowly moving with each of his gentle breaths. You would have loved to fall asleep like this, but the mess between your legs was growing sticky and you knew you had to get to the hotel at some point tonight. ‘Please,’ you thought to yourself, willing Brian to hold you a little longer, ‘Just 5 more minutes.’

Eventually Brian started to stir behind you, brushing away the wonderful fuzzy cloud that had settled in your head. He let out a little endearing grunt into your ear and your heart fluttered. You were falling deep for this man, but you couldn’t blame yourself. He was amazing. After only two days you knew he owned your soul, and that it would be utter agony when he left you behind. But the ride would be worth it.

“We have to get up Y/N,” Brian murmured softly, pressing a light kiss to your neck. “You can’t let me fall asleep before we get to the hotel or I’ll never wake up again.”

You knew the words were coming but you still hated them all the same, whining unhappily but complying with his wishes and rolling off the couch. You were suddenly cold without his soft arms against your skin and the air sent a shiver through you as you stood up on wobbly legs. For the first time since your punishment you felt the soreness of your bottom, red and throbbing with soon-to be bruises as you engaged the muscles there. You couldn’t help the wince that crossed your features at the pain, but you weren’t regretting your actions earlier. You would proudly wear and feel Brian’s marks for as long as they lasted, reminding you of the delicious feeling when you received them.

Brian’s eyes were still closed as he shuffled on the couch, mouth pursed into an adorable pout as he forced himself to get up. You found yourself grinning at his little struggle, watching a world-wide superstar whine at the tough task of standing up. After he’d just bedded a much younger woman with the energy of a wild animal.

“Need a little help there Bri?” You almost laughed at the sight before you. He was just so cute.

Those warm hazel eyes shot open at the sound of your voice. “No I do not,” he said playfully as a tiny smirk quirked the corner of his mouth, “I’m far from a feeble old man: perfectly capable of everything on my own.”

Well, it was he who had walked into YOUR trap this time.

“So you’re saying you don’t need help getting up?” You flashed a Cheshire grin at Brian, teeth shining to convey the double meaning in your cheeky question.

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating Y/N.”

“I think you do.”

There was a brief silence as you saw something unreadable flash through Brian’s eyes, before he quickly hid his discomfort and dropped his face into a mock frown.

“Young lady, I think you’d better watch your tone around me. I don’t take impertinence well. That red arse is practically screaming for another round.”

You giggled, trying to hide your disappointment by enjoying the light happiness that still floated through the room. “Sorry Sir… I’ll be good.”

You sauntered over to your pile of clothes, making sure to give Brian a good view of said red ass as you did so. And all the while your inner monologue was spinning, trying to figure out how to act around this enigma of a man.

You’d grown close spending so much time together in the last two days, and you felt like you knew him. The way he acted around you, grabbing and holding you so intimately with the greatest ease, made you confident enough to tease him, but at times like this you were reminded that Brian just plucked you out of an adoring crowd yesterday. You were already besotted with him, but you'd practically started that way. It felt like the most natural thing in the world for him to touch and caress you, because for him it was. He was used to groupies and fans pining after his attention. It was routine for him to wake up in bed with a strange body, or to find temporary solace in one of the many people eager to help him. It was almost sad when you thought about it, how he fell into affection so easily because he’d spent his life away from his family on tour.

You picked up your bra and started to put it on, looking over at Brian as he finally changed out of his encore costume.

The conversation you’d just had, sprung by your little ‘trap’, was about as obvious as it could get. If Brian was going to cordially bring up any sort of performance pills he would have done it then. So he clearly wished to avoid the subject. That was telling right there, that Brian still didn’t feel completely comfortable with himself around you. That for all your efforts he still tried to hide behind the mask of the sexy rock star to retain your interest. It was like his cyborg costume: shiny and confident on the outside, able to project and perform in front of thousands of people. But you could see those brilliant hazel eyes through the holes, and you ached to be able to reach them. He WAS a rock star, and that in itself was incredibly appealing, but what made Brian different was that he was so much more as well. Didn’t he see that?

As you continued to study Brian, who was currently hanging his stage wear back on the rack for the next concert, you could believe that at some times, no, he didn’t see it at all.

You sighed to yourself, more determined than ever to make Brian love himself as so many others did. Cringing, you put your soiled shorts right back on again. They couldn’t get much worse. Your shirt was slightly better, but you really needed a change of clothes. You were looking forward to a shower at the hotel.

Once Brian was back in his cargo shorts and button up he looked over at you and smirked. Three long strides and he was by your side, bending down to kiss your forehead.

“Ready to go Baby?”

There was that smooth voice again. Every little gesture from this man made your heart perform flips in your chest. It was so easy for him to direct you to his will. All the deep thinking could wait. You just wanted to please him.

…

About an hour later you sat alone in your hotel room, staring at the ceiling. Brian had dropped you off with a tired goodbye in the elevator, promising to see you in the morning before ascending to his own, much higher floor. It was too risky to stay in the same room tonight as all the staff were staying at the hotel. You were both so tired that nothing sexy would be happening anyway, but it was still shocking to be all alone in this tour machine without him. He was so solid and sure, and you didn’t realize until he was gone how much you were in over your head.

Brian had told you that you’d be going back to Dallas tomorrow during the rest day. Usually you would have days off to see anyone with an injury or who wanted help with a specific exercise routine, but today you had nothing booked because you had to get all your stuff from home.

You glanced and your phone and took a deep breath, pulling yourself together. It was time to plan your life, inform your friends, and take care of leaving the DCC without any bad blood. There was so much to organize! One quick wink of Brian’s gorgeous eyes and you were hooked, whisking away with him on tour, but you were now stewing about how to tell everyone what was going on.

You first texted Jenna, telling her that you would be back tomorrow to pack your belongings and say goodbye to the cheerleaders. Then you sent a message to your mum and absolutely dreaded her eventual reply. If she was up she would want to call you, and that was a risky conversation you’d have to tiptoe around, but it had to happen sometime. You couldn’t just up and leave without your folks noticing.

Letting out another sigh you took your phone with you into the bathroom, finally forcing yourself to get ready for bed. As soon as you put it down on the counter it buzzed. Jenna had likely texted you back; she was always so prudent with these things. God you didn’t want to deal with this right now.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, staring at your reflection without really thinking, just that dull feeling of procrastination- not having the energy to get undressed or brush your teeth. Your face looked plain and tired, like it always did to you. How was this lucky girl on tour with Queen? She had no idea how she got here.

The phone buzzed again, so you finally opened the messages.

Jenna: 12:31 AM
Yas honey soo excited to see you. You’ve got to tell me all about it

Jenna: 12:33 AM
I’ll come over and help u pack

Well that’s pretty much what you’d expected, so you thanked Jenna and told her you’d see her tomorrow. You really should be getting to bed. You took you shirt off, threw it in your bag and then did the same for your bra and shorts. There were no panties to speak of as Brian still had those somewhere, squirreled away for his own little keepsake. Your keepsakes were much different.

Now naked, you glanced back into the mirror. There were even more marks than last time: some feint, but numerous, spread all across your neck and chest. A shiver ran down your spine at the state Brian had made of you. You loved it. You traced the bruises at your hips and were reminded of the way his hands would grip you and pull you towards him, as if he couldn’t get enough, always needing you closer. Delightful thoughts of earlier flooded into your mind, and you were too tempted not to turn around and look at your bum. You wanted to see if there was a visible reminder to go along with the soreness Brian had left there.

You weren’t disappointed. Your whole ass still looked red and rosy, almost shining in the harsh bathroom light. The red would likely fade by morning but you hoped there would be a little discolouration left for you, and especially Brian, to enjoy. As you looked closer your stomach rolled in dark pleasure, and you quietly gasped at what you saw. There were handprints. Huge handprints with long fingers that sprawled completely across each of your cheeks. It was beautiful, and a deep erotic satisfaction rushed through you at the evidence that you truly belonged to Brian now. You could feel yourself getting aroused again just at the thought of his possessiveness. You may be in over your head here, with a ton of organization to do, but these marks on your body showed you that there was at least one reason you were needed.

You stared at the handprints in awe, tracing the outline of Brian’s hands on your skin just as he had earlier, not caring about the awkward position you had to twist yourself into to see in the mirror. It was a dirty fascination, you thought to yourself, but you couldn’t get enough of it. You longed for his marks of ownership and control. Your body was his to use as he pleased.

In a brief moment of curiosity, you tried to line your own hand up with the marks. The angle wasn’t quite right, but you almost succeeded, and a sensual lurch rocked through you at the results; you couldn’t even cover half of the skin Brian’s hands did. That man had extremely long fingers. Long, talented guitarist fingers…

Just then the phone buzzed and interrupted your thoughts. It didn’t stop after one vibration though, so your stomach dropped, and this time not in appreciation. There could only be one person calling you. What the hell was your mother doing up at this time of night?

Cursing to yourself, you clenched your teeth and picked up the phone. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. It would be fine. Nothing to worry about. It was only your mum.

“Hello?” You were proud that your voice sounded normal.

“Hi beautiful!” Your mother’s voice was always cheerful on the phone, especially when you called her about something important. “Your dad and I just finished a movie and are on our way home. I got your text… What’s all this about a new job?”

“Well you know how I went to the Queen concert with the DCC right?”

“Of course! I know how much you love them… I can still remember little Y/N strumming air guitar on our couch at home—“

“Yeah Mum, that’s why I was so excited about our performance.” You cut her off before she could go one of her long tangents. “Anyways, as I was saying, the concert was really good— even better than last time I think—and afterwards there was a meet and greet with our cheer team.”

“Oh you lucky girl! That must have been so thrilling for you.”

Looking at yourself in the mirror, covered in purple hickies, you felt a bit weird inside talking to your mother. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly turned on by your forbidden secret. Oh yes… It was quite a thrilling meeting.

“I was great, truly.” That was about all you’d tell your parents about yesterday evening, other than the next important part. “Long story short, I got to talking with some of the crew and they offered me a job as an athletic therapist and trainer. Seems there were some injuries earlier in the tour that could have been prevented.”

There was a pause on the phone line as your mother processed the information. You felt your teeth clench with nervousness.

“So you’re saying you got a job touring with Queen… just like that?”

Yeah, you knew it sounded improbable. Of course your mum would be sceptical. You could hear your father sputtering something in the background as well, probably in response to the sentence she just said.

“Yeah, crazy I know!” You tried to play it off, “I guess they were desperate and I was in the right place at the right time.”

You swallowed the nerves in your throat. No one needed to know that the right place was on the end of Brian’s cock.

“I’m really happy for you Y/N,” your mother finally said something to break the silence, “But you could have given us a little warning.”

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t have any myself! It was a split-second decision, and I thought the opportunity was too good to pass up.” At least that part was true.

“Fair enough sweetie… It does sound pretty cool. And you’re only young once. I just hope you know all the facts and what you’re getting yourself into.” Her voice sounded a bit worried, but you knew that she accepted your story now.

“Thanks Mum… I know what the job entails.” Oh boy did you. “It will be great work experience before I graduate this winter. I’m packing all my stuff tomorrow and should be done the tour at the end of August.” You rambled off, hoping to end the conversation and distract your mum from asking any questions. “So I won’t even be gone that long.”

“Ok, thanks for keeping us in the loop.” She still sounded unsure, but quickly switched to her usual cheery self. “You know how proud we are of you. Call us any time with all the interesting things you get to see!”

Fuck, that one cut a little deep. They would certainly not be proud if you truly told them all the interesting experiences you’d be having. You needed to end this call now.

“Of course! Anyways I’ve got to get to bed Mum. Big day tomorrow! Love you both.” It was a little curt, but they would understand.

“Alright honey. Love you too. Talk soon.”

“Bye.”

You kept your voice bright until the very end, and then hung up the phone and let out the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. At least it was done, and you wouldn’t be getting panicked phone calls when they found you weren’t at your apartment.

You were really feeling the exhaustion now, so you quickly showered and brushed your teeth before crawling into the bed. You had no pajamas, obviously, so you decided to sleep naked. There was no one but you in the room anyways. As soon as your head hit the soft pillow you knew you’d be asleep in no time, drifting off to thoughts of Brian.

Tomorrow would be interesting.

Notes:

So that was that. I hope you enjoyed the reflections of all kinds in this chapter. I'm not so happy with this one... it's hard to express the feelings I'm trying to get across. Oh well! A writer's struggle I suppose... these are all new to me.

Chapter 32: A New Start

Notes:

Really brief Daddy kink warning at the start of this chapter, but not during a sex scene. I didn't think it warranted an alternate chapter, but thought I'd inform you all the same for those that don't like it!

Sorry I've been away for a while. There were some things going on, I was busy, and I didn't feel in the right mind to be writing this story. Anyways, I'm back! Hope you enjoy!

You awoke to frantic knocking on your door and burst out of bed in panic, briefly unable to remember where you were or what was going on. Were you late? Did you miss something? Blood rushed from your head and pounded through your heart as you dashed towards the door without thinking. You were already about three steps from the bed when you realized you were still naked, fresh as a babe from the womb and covered in love marks. Your chest froze as there was more insistent knocking, louder this time. You couldn’t let people see you like this!

“Who is it?” You called towards the visitor, voice still scratchy from sleep and laced with anxiety. You quietly snuck up to the door and looked through the peephole to better assess the situation. Luckily, the sight that greeted you quickly calmed your nerves. You caught a glimpse of a certain broad chest through the hole at the same time as you heard him answer.

“Let me in Y/N, it’s Bri.” Thank god.

You opened the door much like you had last night, stepping behind it so nobody could see you from the hall. Brian stepped into your room briskly, obviously in a bit of a rush and so as not to be caught by any onlookers. He was dressed today in a black T-shirt with the old Smile logo on his chest, a black vest, and the same cargo shorts as yesterday. He had a paper bag with him, clutched under one long arm.

“Morning Brian,” you said, closing the door as soon as he entered.

Brian turned to you with slight surprise and smirked. “You seem to be making a habit of welcoming me naked.” You followed his eyes as they roamed down to the purple marks on your bust, and your gut rolled as his lips twitched in smug approval. “Can’t say that I mind.”

Your mouth dropped open in defense of yourself, “I don’t have anything to sleep in Brian… and you know that the rest of my clothes have seen better days. I thought it was someone else at the door! You gave me the fright of my life just now!”

Brian chuckled at your explanation. “Yes, Y/N, I can imagine. We wouldn’t want anyone else seeing you like this would we?” He reached with his free hand to cup your neck and stroke along your trachea with his calloused thumb, sending the familiar rush down your spine. “For Daddy’s eyes only.” One of those gorgeous hazel eyes winked at you, and you melted.

Fuck. It was too early to be getting aroused like this. The man was insatiable.

Brian seemed to notice your stunned state, following the bulge in your throat as you swallowed beneath his hand. He knew very much how he affected you, and he enjoyed exploiting that power whenever possible. The large hand on your neck trailed down to your shoulder, with Brian thumbing over your clavicle before he released you completely.

“Speaking of clothes, I’ve got a present for you.” He took the paper bag out from his armpit and walked to the bed, gesturing for you to follow him. “I knew you probably had nothing else to wear…” his eyes grew mischievous, “apart from the lovely cheerleader costume.”

You walked over to stand next to him and he started to open the bag and rummage through its contents as he spoke.

“As much as I want to see you in that again, I thought you’d be more comfortable in something else.”

He removed his hands from the bag, pulling a lovely red material out with him. He held the article up to you, and you watched it unfurl into a beautiful sundress: short-sleeved and high-necked, with an A-line cinch at the waist. It was simple and flirty. Something you could have picked out from the shelves for yourself. And it would cover most of your bite marks, except those just under your chin.

Brian offered it towards you and raised his eyebrows in question, looking keenly for your reaction.

“It’s beautiful Bri,” a bright smile stretched across your face as you took it from him, “Thank you.” You held the material up to your body and were happy to see that it would likely fit quite well.

“Glad you approve. I told them to pick up something simple, but I had to guess at the size.”

Of course. Brian wouldn’t have gone out shopping himself since you last saw him. You suddenly thought of whoever he had go shopping for him last night, probably during the concert, and therefore who else knew about your little secret. It was a bit arousing if you were honest. You liked that people could guess you belonged to Brian.

“Well, you must have a knack for picking women’s clothing... It looks like it should fit.”

Brian’s eyes crinkled with mirth. “Go on then.” He nodded towards you, a silent command for you to put in on here in front of him.

You did as you were told and slipped the dress over your shoulders, smiling and smoothing the material when you were pleased to see it hugged your curves and sat nicely on your shoulders. It did fit remarkably well. Brian was seemingly talented in every single aspect of life; was he even capable of imperfection? Somehow you doubted it, because you were attracted to his few flaws as well.

“Lovely Y/N, you look delectable in red.”

You stretched your smile even wider at Brian’s throaty words, enjoying the hunger you brought out it him just standing under his gaze, and gave him a little twirl.

“Thanks, I was really dreading having to put on those dirty clothes again.”

“Mmm,” Brian hummed deeply, “Well we’re going back to Dallas today to get your things, so you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” He turned around again and pulled something else out of the bag: a pair of red lacy undies, much like the ones he'd stolen from you earlier. The flimsy material swayed in the air as he looped them on his long finger and offered them towards you with a smirk. “Besides, I like dressing my dolls up nice… so people know you’re taken care of.”

Brian’s sentiment was starting to stir your feelings again. Only this man could sound so caring, sweet and devilishly naughty all at once. You self-identified as an independent woman, but when Brian talked like that you didn't mind one bit to be his little play-thing.

“I’d like that Bri.” Your voice was slightly breathless once more.

“I hoped you’d say that,” Brian chuckled, and tossed the panties towards you for you to catch. “Now be a good girl and put these on. We’ve got a bit of a drive ahead of us, and you’ve already slept in too late.”

…

You knew you were going to pack your things today in Dallas, but you didn’t really know the specifics of the plan, and it was a surprise when Brian announced that he was coming with you. You thought he would have better things to do on his free day, and told him as much, but he brushed you off, saying how he had no plans and would be happy to help you. It made you feel so good inside: to know that this incredible man wanted to spend time with you, but it also was slightly nerve-wracking as you sat in the car with him. You always felt a bit like you were under pressure in his presence, constantly focused on his reactions and how to please him. He was just that charismatic and imposing. As you looked over at him, relaxed and splayed out on the seat beside you, you wondered if he fully knew the effects he had on people.

That’s why you found yourself only calming completely once you heard the soft snoring drift over from Brian’s side of the car. Your face formed a tight, wide grin as the butterflies of adoration flew through you at the sight of him. He was adorable. You were glad he could take some time to catch up on his beauty sleep, not that he needed any help with that though. Perhaps you were a little smug too, seeing the obvious evidence that you’d tired him out yesterday. God knows this man was not on a regular sleep cycle, judging from the Instagram posts he so often sent in the middle of the night.

The drive to Dallas was a few hours, but you were happy to sit in silence for a while, just looking at Brian’s handsome face and admiring his features as he snoozed. He was truly beautiful, still so full of life and passion, and your gaze was drawn to each stunning detail. Every time you studied him you were struck by how large he was, and you didn’t mean just physically. Yes, he was tall… that much was obvious, but as he sat there with his arms along the seatback, you realized that he was quite broad across the chest as well. Then there were his arms and legs, extending forever from his body and filling the car with his presence. His features were just BIG: big head, big nose, big hair, and big personality. It was incredibly attractive, and you adored simply sitting beside him. It was a powerful experience to see such a man, proud and larger-than-life, in such a vulnerable, human position. How were you so very lucky to get to see?

As Brian slept, you took the time also to inform Jenna of your likely arrival time, and made a list on your phone of what to pack. You wouldn’t have that much time once you got to your apartment, so you wanted to be efficient. You also didn’t want to make Brian wait too long, seeing as he was so kind to make the journey with you, and you idly wondered what he would do to amuse himself as you packed. He must have some other reason to go back to Dallas, because surely these hours driving were not just worth it to help you gather your things.

You also sent an email to your cheerleading coach explaining the situation. It took you quite a while to word it properly, showing all the reasons why you chose to leave, but leaving a good relationship behind. You truly had enjoyed your time with the DCC, and were grateful for everything the organization had given you (especially the chance to meet a certain rock star). She had known for a while that you were planning on leaving once you graduated and found a job relating to your degree, so hopefully a slightly early parting wouldn’t be too hard to handle. There were plenty of girls waiting eagerly for your spot anyways, who had been training for months but were still not on the performance squad.

It was bitter-sweet to be ending this portion of your life, and your heart twinged as you thought about all the girls on the team that you wouldn’t have the chance to see again, but you were so excited for the future, especially the first few weeks with Brian, that it was definitely more thrilling than sad.

You glanced over at Brian again. His head had lolled against his chest, but his quiet snoring continued to fill the silence in the car. How could you resist this man? He was amazing, and so deserving of happiness and pleasure. You would do anything he asked of you; of this you were sure. Luckily, the things he wanted you to do you’d found that you wanted to do anyways, and he was kind and caring enough to check that his requests were met with enthusiasm.

Damn it. You really were screwed. There was no way you’d be able to let him go when the time came. You recognized once again that you’d fallen too deep too quickly, but there was nothing you could do about it. He was Brian fucking May: the most attractive, intelligent, irresistible man that existed on this earth. You’d just been lucky enough to pass near his orbit, and been pulled in for the experience of a lifetime. You’d literally stared at posters of him on your wall for years, so you forgave yourself for re-arranging your life around this brief foray with him. It was a bit pathetic, sure, but you were only young once, and you had to take advantage of exciting opportunities.

Having come to terms with your choices, you relaxed against the backrest and let out a deep breath, ready to say goodbye to your friends and your home.

…

Eventually there was a bit of a lurch in the car as Allan had to stop suddenly. You watched as the bouncy white curls floated in front of Brian’s face for the briefest moment, before his head followed with them. The movement stirred Brian awake, and he opened his eyes slowly to look around the car, before settling his gaze on you and giving a soft smile. He was still clearly groggy from the nap, but he gestured towards his chest lazily, calling you towards him.

You had no chance to resist such an action, so you immediately complied, eagerly leaning towards him and arranging yourself to lie with your back against his warm torso. This was always the best place to be: nestled in Brian’s embrace.

A low rumble of contentment came from his chest once you were in place, and he moved one arm across your stomach, lightly pulling you in. You let your head rest against his shoulder and enjoyed his body in silence, indulging Brian’s sleepy, cuddly mood. You could almost fall asleep yourself like this, but you’d never been good at resting in the car, and the feeling of the man below you was too good to miss. He was so soft; it made you feel safe.

After a few more minutes, the arm atop your midsection stirred, and Brian started to stroke his fingers along your side, just above your hip. The material of the dress wasn’t very thick, but you still wished you could feel the callouses you knew existed there.

Brian groaned softly and shifted himself under you a bit, “What time is it Y/N?” His voice was still rough from sleep, and a wonderful fuzzy feeling filled your chest as you looked at your phone for the time.

“Almost noon. You slept for a while, but we still have about an hour before we get there.”

“Mmm,” Brian hummed again, “Sorry for falling asleep on you baby. The tours tire me out more than they used to.”

You reached down and patted his thigh with your hand. “Don’t worry Brian, I don’t mind. You need to catch some shut-eye now and again. You barely sleep as it is.”

“One can’t accomplish anything when asleep,” he grumbled in opposition, “So too much is a waste of time.”

Your light chuckle shook your body on top of Brian; this man was always so stubborn, even when only half-conscious. “As if you’re not accomplished enough Dr. May,” you replied teasingly, still enjoying the way his leg felt under your hand, “I think you’ve put 99 percent of the population to shame with everything you’ve done.”

“Only 99 percent?” Brian refused to let go of his stubbornness, but you could tell he’d accepted your point and turned the conversation into a joke with his tone.

You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see you do so. “Fine then, you arrogant man. 99.99 percent.”

It was Brian’s turn to chuckle then, as he squeezed you closer to him and clamped a possessive hand on your side. “That’s better. One percent of the world’s population is still 70 million people Y/N, and I’d hate to think you’d rather be with one of them because I’ve fallen asleep on you.”

Of course he’d use figures to support his argument. “Never. No one can compare to you Sir.”

There was a brief silence as Brian breathed in and out, rubbing your arms before he answered in that smooth voice.

“Ah darling, you’re so wonderful to my needy ego.”

It always amazed you how self-aware and self-critical Brian was in some ways, but how he couldn’t see or accept other aspects of his character. The man was a mystery, even to himself. “Happy to be of service,“ you said, “but every word is true.”

The conversation lulled into comfortable silence as you appreciated each other’s company and the feeling of your bodies pressed together. Brian’s hands started to wander under the hem of your dress and flutter along your thighs, but they never went so high as to start anything naughty. It was just a reminder whose lap you currently rested in, and whose money bought the dress you were wearing. You knew he didn’t necessarily mean it that way, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, and slightly turned-on, by the thought of Brian’s gift.

At least he was fully awake now, and you could pass the remaining travel time by getting to know him a little better. Or attempting to. It would be interesting to see what Brian decided to tell you.

“So Bri,” you said brightly, “Tell me some stories about touring back in the day. When there were no cell phones to record and young handsome rock stars could get away with almost anything.”

Brian must have been feeling indulgent, stroking your hair as you lay upon his chest, because he sighed wistfully and began speaking in that wonderful low tenor.

“It was wild and wonderful Y/N, I’m not going to lie, but the rumours have been blown way out of proportion over the years.”

You pressed on, determined to get a more specific answer. “I’ve seen some pictures Bri… Pool parties with willing women?”

He laughed beneath you, shaking your entire body as he did so. “My my, aren’t you a persistent thing. Yes, I won’t deny there were some of those.”

“Circus performers and nuns?”

Brian really laughed then, and grabbed your arms to sit you up on your own seat so he could see your face. “They weren’t really nuns,” he said with a wry smirk, “Just strippers dressed as nuns.”

Your mouth dropped open, both at the scandal and in surprise that he was sharing this information. “Like that makes it better!” Your eyes widened at him in enjoyment and encouragement. “Some naked mud-wrestling perhaps?”

“Not with me!” Brian said, pinching your knee and making a face.

“Oh that’s right… you prefer to do your wresting on a bed.”

You winked at him then, and grinned wide showing your teeth. He blushed slightly at your words and briefly glanced down at the floor. How could you not adore this man? Such a stud, the dream of every woman around, yet still humble and awkward about talking of it.

Here was the big question, and you shot it from your mouth before you could second-guess yourself. “Servers with trays of cocaine balanced on their heads?”

Brian winced a bit then, looking at you sheepishly. “It was a product of the times.”

“Oh Doctor May! I’m shocked!” You feigned outrage at his admission, playfully accepting the information and showing it didn’t bother you all at once. That had gone surprisingly well.
Brian smiled without showing his teeth and shook his head, staring into your eyes with some sort of self-admonishment.

Your thoughts flashed back to before the encore, and Brian slipping something to himself. You couldn’t contain your curiosity. “And did you ever… partake?”

“I wasn’t aware this was an interrogation Y/N.” Brian’s tone was still light, but there was suddenly a hard edge to his words. You’d have to be careful.

“It’s not Brian. I’m sorry… I was just curious.” You looked up into his eyes pleadingly. “You have to realize how fascinating your life is to us regular folk. You’ve seen things I could only imagine.”
His eyes softened then, and Brian took a slow breath. “It’s alright sweetheart, I’m not mad.” He gave your arm a quick squeeze for reassurance. “I guess this is what I get for being selfish and whisking away such an innocent young thing to corrupt.”

Then your heart leapt when he winked. It was a joke, but those words still stirred the fire inside you. That was pretty much what you’d fantasized since you first saw Brian on stage, and it was pretty much what he was doing to you anyways. Brian took a deep breath before giving you your answer.

“I tried it a couple times, but never really enjoyed the feeling. I was already high on a life of rock and roll, you see. Besides… I have my own vices aplenty.”

You were touched that he shared his experience with you, and reached out to take his hand. It was slightly silly, you thought as you held his giant hand in yours, for you to cup and comfort such a legend so, but you thought Brian appreciated it.

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” you said, and hoped your face conveyed your feelings of support. “I only asked because I saw you take something just before the encore last night. I was worried about you, and wanted to know if I could do something to help.”

Brian stared at you for a second with an unreadable expression, before pulling you into his gaze with those deep eyes as a smile slowly grew on his face and his irises sparkled with mischief.

“Oh Y/N, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m doing just fine. I’m a 72 year old man with a beautiful, willing, young woman begging for my cock… What do you think it was?” He was obviously amused at this point, but you were being serious.

“Well after our conversation last night, I wasn’t so sure. You didn’t seem to want to talk about such things.”

You were slightly taken aback when Brian laughed suddenly at your reply. You thought it was a well thought out, reasonable response, and you were a little offended with his outburst.

“You’re so sweet…” His hazel eyes scanned your face with wonder and levity. “Fuck darling, no man would willingly admit to something like that. Surely you realize?”

He was right of course, and maybe you had been a bit naïve to think he would openly tell you about using Viagra occasionally, but to you it wasn’t a big deal, so you thought it wouldn’t be for him either. Perhaps you were a bit innocent still.

“Yes. I can see that now. Sorry for being concerned for your well-being.” You crossed your arms and gave a bit of a sarcastic, snarky reply. You knew you were acting childish, but you were still insulted that Brian was laughing at a dilemma you’d been thinking about for hours. You even pouted your bottom lip and turned away from him, showing your disapproval in a joking way.

At this, Brian laughed again, and pulled you into a big bear hug. “Come here you. I’m touched you care about me enough to bring this up, however awkward it must have felt.” He breathed into your neck and you couldn’t help but melt into his embrace, no matter the situation. “But let me keep some of my secrets… it’ll be better for you that way I’m sure.”

You didn’t fully agree with Brian, but who were you to prod any further into his life? So you just nodded into his shoulder and relaxed into his scent and warmth.

Chapter 33: Won't You Take Me Home

The car arrived at your apartment just after 1:00 and pulled up to park on the street in front. It was strange to have this new exciting part of your life meet the old, and you were almost embarrassed for Brian to see the plain, inexpensive building you lived in.

“Thanks for the ride Brian,” you said as the car stopped and you unbuckled your seatbelt, “I’ll be as fast as I can. Maybe an hour if I’m quick.” You’d already made a list of things to pack so you were pretty confident you could do everything you needed without delaying him much.

“What are you talking about Y/N?” Brian was amused for some reason, quirking his lips into a smile and shaking his head. “I’m coming up with you… silly thing.”

That was definitely unexpected, and you suddenly became nervous as your eyes were drawn to the way his curls bounced with the movement. You weren’t opposed to having him see your home, but there was something wrong with the thought of Brian May relaxing in your little apartment: like two worlds that shouldn’t mix. Brian, however, looked keen to explore your life a bit. His eyes sparkled like an excited puppy, full of curiosity and eagerness. There was something so innocent in his face at the moment that you couldn’t let him down. It was truly an unusual life Brian lived when seeing a student apartment was more exciting than the 5-star hotels he frequented regularly. He’d been famous for too long.

“Oh! Okay then…” you replied, finding your voice quickly after the confusion. “You’re more than welcome to come up.” You returned his grin and opened your side door. “Can’t say it will be interesting though.”

You led Brian up to the 4th floor. The familiar route to your door seemed different than usual; your feet were carrying you along the same path you’d walked thousands of times, but your head was in another place. It was focused on the tall guitarist behind you, following like a looming shadow and drawing all your attention. You were lucky not to pass anyone else in the hallways as you didn’t think you would know what to tell them.

When you got to the door you found your hands were shaking a bit, making it difficult to put your keys in the lock. The metal tinkled as you repeatedly missed the hole, and your breathing froze in embarrassment. It was trivial really, showing Brian your home, and you didn’t know why you were nervous, but the damned man standing behind affected you like no other. He seemed to know it too, for he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder: warm and soothing as always.

The key slid into the lock and you opened your door, hinges squealing quietly into the air.

“Well Dr. May, welcome to my humble abode.” You swept your arm into the room and surveyed the small couch, TV and kitchen unit that made up the living space. It wasn’t much, but it was home, and you wondered what Brian would think of it.

Your view of the room was temporarily cut off when a large body stepped in front of you, and your eyes were drawn up to Brian’s smiling face. He was grinning wide with that same twinkle in his gaze as he looked around.

“It’s lovely Y/N.” His smooth voice sounded as he began walking around the space. “It reminds me of our early days, when we were all renting student flats and working to get ourselves through Uni.” Brian chuckled then, and gestured towards the flat-screen TV, “Though I must admit some things are rather different.”

He looked back at you, still standing by the entrance, and winked, sending a little jump into your heart. Once again you were overcome by how charming and gorgeous this man was, standing in your apartment so comfortably, but so visually out of place. In your eyes, Brian was so much above all this normality. He was like a beacon of light in your dull world, shining and filling the room with his light. He brought a certain presence with him everywhere, even in his cargo shorts and T-shirt. What a man.

Quickly remembering yourself, you shut the door and walked over to him. “Thank you Brian.” You tilted your head up to look into his crinkled eyes, and rose to your toes to catch him in a hug, suddenly feeling the urge to be near. His chest was warm against you cheek, a brief real assurance that he was truly here with you, and it wasn’t all just a dream. Sadly though, you had work to do, so you forced yourself to pull away.

“Make yourself at home,” you said, nodding to the sofa. “I’ll just be in the bedroom packing.”

He hummed and gave you a quick peck on the forehead before wandering over to the couch. “Don’t mind if I do.”

You had to smile at his slow decent to the cushions, grunting quietly as he bent his knees. It was a long way down for him, you realised, thanks to those long legs. He fell the last half-foot with a little plop and relaxed into his normal position, leaning back with limbs splayed. The man really did take up a lot of space, especially in such a small apartment. Every time he sat like that you felt heated and unbearably attracted to him: looking so confident and masculine.

You swallowed the saliva that had formed in your mouth. “The remote’s on the table and there’s some food in the fridge—help yourself to anything you’d like. Sorry I’m such an awful host, but I think you’d probably appreciate me getting this done as fast as possible.”

“No problem dear,” Brian called back, “I can amuse myself.”

He truly was incredible, you thought as you turned to leave to your bedroom. Taking a deep breath with your hands on your hips, you looked at your bed, tried to get Brian out of your mind, and got ready to uproot your life.

You pulled out your list on the phone and got to packing straight away, flinging items into your suitcase. A smile grew on your lips as you heard the soft sounds of the Nature channel coming from the other room. Brian had figured out the television then. You still couldn’t believe this amazing man was here with you, doing normal-people things. It was very strange, but incredibly heart-warming.

You had to focus on your work though… so you could get back to more exciting things. You decided to pop some headphones in while you packed, so as not to be distracted.

…

About half an hour later you were almost done. You’d packed everything necessary, and were now just deciding on some more formal outfits and dresses to take with you. You couldn’t help dancing along to the music in your ears, shaking your hips to the beat as you went through your closet. ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ had come up on shuffle, so you subconsciously launched into your DCC routine. It never failed to make you wild, strutting to the powerful guitar, but it didn’t escape you that the hands which played and wrote those chords were sitting in the other room. You’d be a bit embarrassed if Brian found out just how often you’d air-guitared your broom to this song while cleaning the apartment. Speaking of Brian, you wondered which of your dresses he would like the most. You thought immediately of the red ones, for that was a colour that seemed to be close to his heart. Everyone needed some variety though, and you made a visual catalogue of all the pieces you thought you looked best in.

Still deep in thought and swaying away, you suddenly felt hands grab your shoulders, and you started with surprise, letting out a high-pitched yelp. Your heart was pounding as you hadn’t heard anyone approach, but you quickly turned around and took out an earbud, because those hands could only belong to one person.

You saw Brian chuckling to himself as he stood behind you and shook his head. “I didn’t mean to scare you darling, but now I know why you weren’t answering me.”

Your pulse was still thudding, but beginning to calm down slightly. It wasn’t like it was ever slow in Brian’s presence anyways. “Sorry Brian, I put some music on to focus.”

“I can see that,” he said amusedly, raising his eyebrows at your so-called focus. “Don’t stop on my account. I quite enjoyed the show.” He smirked down at you, standing with those wonderful hips cocked just so. “What were you dancing to? Why don’t you put it on properly so I can hear?”

Brian’s questions were innocent enough, but blood rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment. Dancing for Brian alone was much different than as part of your cheerleading team. All his focus would be on you, which was both arousing and intimidating. Not to mention you had been listening to his song.

“I still have to pick the last few outfits,” you gestured to your closet, “but maybe you can help me with that… and then we’ll see about a little performance.”

Brian’s smirk grew wider, and you couldn’t believe the words that had come out of your mouth. You’d just set yourself up for the most nerve-wracking performance of all time because of your inability to deny this man anything he wanted.

“Excellent, glad I can help. Pass me your phone won’t you Y/N?” He sat on the bed, leaned over your suitcase and grabbed the portable speaker you’d placed on top. “I prefer vinyl but don’t think I don’t know how these work.”

You swallowed as you took the headphones out, knowing you’d be caught, and tossed your phone onto the soft mattress in front of him.

“Let’s see what my baby girl likes to listen to,” Brian said as he connected the speaker and pressed play right away.

Of course, the second chorus of ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ was still in progress, so immediately the sounds of Brian’s own Red Special blasted into his ears. You could feel your face heat, and your teeth clench as you observed his reaction.

He was first surprised, recognizing the song, and the whites of his eyes were more visible than usual as they widened. Soon enough though, that crooked, arrogant smirk that you knew so well was back, and Brian looked up at you like he owned your very existence. Which in reality, he almost did.

“Oh honey,” his sinful voice dripped, “Didn’t you get enough of this these last two nights?”

“I— it was on shuffle!” You stammered, “I didn’t pick it specifically… but I can’t resist when it comes on either.” Like Brian could blame you for having too much Queen on your phone; it was his bloody fault for being so talented.

“Well this won’t do at all,” he answered, looking down at the phone, “It’s much too narcissistic to listen to one’s own music, even for me” He skipped to the next song and smiled when he heard the more mellow sounds of ‘Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles, and turned the volume down slightly. “Much better. Now,” he straightened on the bed, folded his hands in his lap and looked at you, “What do you need to decide between?”

Your neck was still flushed with embarrassment, but you held up two of your favourite dresses for Brian to see. He quickly glanced between them and pointed to the one on the left, which had a much tighter fit that would hug all your slender curves. Well, someone wasn’t shy about showing what he wanted. You repeated the action twice more, adding each garment to the suitcase once Brian had chosen. It was quite the compromising situation, with Brian literally choosing what you would be wearing like he had complete control over your body. It was quite hot to be honest, and a lesser man wouldn’t have felt comfortable doing it so blatantly, but you and Brian had a specific arrangement and you wanted to know what would please him. You didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with it, for you had CHOSEN to give this power over to him, and you both enjoyed the dynamic it created.

You thought you’d packed enough at this point and told Brian as much. He nodded at your words and gave a wry little smile.

“We can buy anything else you need anyways. It won’t be a problem.”

You smiled back at Brian sweetly and thanked him, even though it was still weird to accept such things from him. It was interesting that he phrased the sentence with “We”, because you were certain he wouldn’t be letting you pay for anything, and the sight of you and him shopping together would likely cause a bit of a stir in the tabloids. So you didn’t know how “We” came into it, but it was probably just a result of Brian being so quiet and humble about his money. You could tell he was secretly proud though, that he had the means to support himself and those he cared about. Maybe there was something to Jenna’s sugar daddy comments after all.

“Now, sweetheart, I think you promised me something…”

You felt your pulse pick back up immediately as Brian’s tone turned heated and full of naughty promise. Those bright eyes glinted with mischief as a lopsided smirk lifted his lips to show that sharp left incisor. The bright white tooth caught your eye for some reason, and you found yourself staring at it as he ran his tongue underneath. God that was sexy, and you felt the overwhelming urge to have him bite you once more.

“I—I guess I did.”

He leaned back and spread his legs on your bed, resting on his elbows. It looked like a natural adjustment, but knowing Brian, you suspected all his actions were well thought out and planned to tempt, tease and torment you in the most wonderful ways. Whatever the case, it was certainly working, as you felt yourself wet the flimsy panties Brian had given you earlier.

He was too much for you to handle, lying there on your duvet like some kind of erotic fallen-angel: dressed all in black, and drawing your gaze to the contrast between the material and the milky skin of his bare legs and arms. Not to mention his beautiful, bright curls that seemed to shine in every kind of light. He was everything you’d always wanted, lying there and seeming far too large for your modest bed.

Brian chuckled at you, drawing you back into the present, and you realized you’d been standing like a love-sick puppy at the end of the bed for a few moments. “…Well?” Brian said, amusement clear in his voice, “I’m waiting.”

You swallowed again down your dry throat, mind blank with no idea what you were going to do now. You were nervous and aroused, but aching to please Brian. It was the least you could do after ignoring him for 30 minutes.

“Put on a song then,” you said with more confidence than you felt, “The password’s just 9999.”

You watched with baited breath as Brian went into your phone, probably scrolling through the first few songs in alphabetical order.

“You’ve got pretty good taste Y/N… I approve.” Brian said as he browsed through the selection. You had mostly classic rock downloaded on your phone, with some other genres and newer material thrown in. There were surely songs he recognized on the list.

Brian hadn’t gotten very far when his thumb stopped moving, and his eyes narrowed slightly in consideration. After a brief moment, his lips twitched to a smile and you knew he’d chosen.

“I think I’ve got something… You ready baby?”

‘As much as I’ll ever be,’ said your inner dialogue, but outwardly you put on a brave face. “Of course; whenever you wish.”

Brian’s eyes darkened and moved to focus on you, just as he chose the song and an powerful drum beat filled the silence. You recognised it immediately, and your heart started pounding almost as strongly as the rhythm. He really hadn’t gotten far down the list; this was Robert Palmer’s ‘Addicted to Love’. It was a perfect song to gyrate and grind your hips to, strong chords and a slow enough tempo to gain that sexual drive. You’d definitely danced to this song before, late at night when you were alone, reveling in the way you could make your body move to the music. You would just have to channel all that passion right now. Easy. …Right?

There was a pretty long introduction for you to get in the groove, slowly getting the feel for the song, and overcoming your self-consciousness in front of Brian. You were confident in your body, and you bloody well worked hard for it. There was nothing wrong with showing off a bit. Especially when the man watching was such a sex icon.

The lyrics were poignant as well, and you admired Brian’s cheekiness in picking this particular track. You buried your nerves and let the music flow through you, much as you always did during performances. It wouldn’t do to make yourself self-conscious by focusing too much on what you looked like right now. Years of training would make the movements good; you just needed to get into the flow. As soon as the guitar riff started you were in motion, swaying and thrusting your hips to the beat.

The lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind, is not your own

The singing filled your ears as you danced, and you worked up the nerve to sneak a glance at Brian on the bed. He was staring at you intensely with his lips slightly parted, completely enraptured with your performance. It was so incredibly encouraging, to catch the attention of a rock star like this, that you started to feel the same confidence you were projecting.

Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes

As soon as you caught Brian’s gaze he licked his lips and bit the bottom one, showing you just how much he was enjoying the dance. Fuck, you really were on display for him, and at this point it looked like he was working up quite the appetite. The dress was flowing with your hips as you swayed and you watched him, overcome as hungry hazel eyes followed every movement. You were breathless, but not from dancing. The lust on Brian’s face was enough to seize your lungs entirely.

You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt you're in deep

The lyrics invaded your head as you moved your body. It was as if he’d chosen this song to reflect your inner thoughts. You were completely taken with Brian, and there was no doubt you were hopelessly trapped by your need to please him. Were you really that obvious? Or did the song reflect his feelings as well?

Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need

At this point one of Brian’s hands had strayed closer to his crotch, palm on his hip and fingers just delicately brushing over his bulge. He was an unashamed tempter, drawing your gaze to that delectable area of his anatomy, and probably pleasing himself a bit in the process. There was nothing you could do to relieve your own ache except continue to dance, and revel in the fact that Brian May was getting hard on your little double bed.

You like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah

You couldn’t resist your own need any longer and stepped closer to Brian, filling the inviting space between his legs. You continued to gyrate and dance while at last creating that contact with him you’d been wanting. His long legs were in the perfect position to grind on, but that elusive cock was still out of reach. You weren’t quite sure how you could contain yourself for the remainder of the song.

It's closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough
You're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

Just as the chorus ended, Brian paused the music. It seemed he couldn’t wait either. You could see his chest expanding and contracting as he breathed heavily. You were frozen on the spot, looking at his intense expression, and waiting in anticipation for his next move.

“Fuck the rest,” he growled, “You’re too delicious to pass up.” His eyes were frighteningly dark with want. He sat up a bit and rubbed his big hands along his thighs, finally patting his lap in invitation. “Come here my sweet.”

Chapter 34: Close Call

The heat of Brian’s crotch was magic between your legs as you eagerly parted them around his waist and straddled his lap. There was nothing between your wet sex and his shorts except the flimsy underwear he’d given you earlier. Absolutely wonderful.

Brian was loving the feeling of you as well, from the way he buried his hands beneath your dress and cupped your bare bottom in his grip. How lovely of him to have the forethought to have given you a thong; all the better to enjoy his warm palms on your skin. The way his big hands cupped your flesh felt soothing and so right , even though your cheeks were still sore from last night.

Brian pressed you harder against him with a deep moan. There was a clear hardness hidden beneath his fly, and you very much wished to help him with it.

“Mmm Sir… I see you enjoyed my little performance.”

The hands clamped firmly on your tender rear. “Yes baby. I certainly did.” Brian pressed his nose against your neck, nuzzling along your collar bone and breathing in your scent. You were in utter bliss, squirming on his lap and responding to every touch and caress. He was so close that you felt the wetness of his lips and the rumble of his voice as he murmured against your skin.

“You were such a good girl. So sweet and so sexy, dancing around in that pretty little dress I gave you.”

Brian grazed his teeth against your throat, and you were reminded again of those sharp points and how they felt when he bit and claimed your body. You moaned at the thought alone, flesh tingling under his hot breath. You wanted to give him everything.

“Glad you liked it… I was nervous, but I’d do anything for you.” You said the last words throatily, hoping to imply a lot more than dancing in the future.

“Oh darling, you were nervous? With a figure like this,” he squeezed your bottom again, “What on earth did you have to be nervous for?”

You took a shaky breath in his arms. “YOU make me nervous Sir… but in a good way,” you told him honestly, “Like the ascent of a roller coaster or the rush from looking off a tall building.”

Brian leaned back and observed you for a moment with his lips pursed, but it seemed he didn’t have any reply to your words, simply smiling and pulling you in for a proper kiss. It was like he understood your feelings, and accepted your reaction to him even if there was nothing he could do about it. He knew who he was and what that meant for other people.

His lips were soft and warm and he tasted faintly of mint, as well as something distinctively him. The slight stubble that brushed against your cheek was masculine and inviting; its intoxicating roughness sent twinges of pleasure through your core with every stroke of skin. You wanted him to devour you.

You fervently melted into his embrace and opened your mouth to him, inviting and almost pleading for him to take you. It was a welcome pleasure when Brian thrust his tongue into yours and plundered your lips, and you felt your mind clouding as you got lost within his essence. There were needy, whimpering moans bubbling from your chest, most of which were lost before they could escape Brian’s clutch.

Heavy breathing and wet lip-smacking filled the room as you ground your hips down against Brian’s, delighting in the sweet friction between you. He ran his hands over your back and bottom, driving you crazy under your dress with the rough pads of his talented fingers. When you truly thought you could stand no more, Brian released your mouth to breathe against your cheek.

“My sweet little Y/N… you still have no idea what you do to me.” He pressed himself against you to feel every reaction he caused in your body. “Such a perfect, beautiful, wonderful girl that I have all to myself.” His light chuckle met your ears. “I’m a very lucky boy.”

Reluctantly you pulled your face away from his. You missed the contact dearly, but needed to see into those deep hazel eyes. “I’m the lucky one Sir.” You spoke to him with reverence and sincerity, perched on his lap like you belonged there. “Please make me yours again.”

Brian’s reaction was delightful.

He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, while curling his lip slightly as if still in disbelief, but from the low growl that escaped between his teeth you could tell he was immensely pleased. When he opened his eyes again you were immediately lost within their lustful depths. The burning fire of passion flowed from his pupils right between your legs as he stared, hot and hungry.

Brian snaked one long hand around your throat, pressing slightly while cupping the back of your neck with his fingers, while the other remained under your dress and slipped into your knickers. The possessiveness was evident in both areas: he held your breath with one hand and your pleasure with the other. You couldn’t move your head much in Brian’s grip, but tried desperately to create some friction between your legs where his long fingers were grazing your pussy from behind.

“None of that now baby.” Brian’s voice was stern and sensual. “You wait patiently for what I give you.”

Your breath was shaky under his grip, but you sighed out a breathless, “Yes Sir,” and that was all Brian needed as he gripped the nape of your neck and pulled your head towards him.

At the first touch of his lips, you closed your eyes and gave over to his control. He smothered your mouth with his, kissing roughly and greedily, and then only when you were both desperate for air did he retreat, sucking and biting your bottom lip as he pulled away. You basked in the slight pain left lingering on your lip once he was gone, and opened your eyes when a moment passed without him returning for more.

Brian was staring at you again, silently controlling the very beating of your heart. He took his hands off of you to undo his fly and slowly freed his bulging penis from the material. You salivated at the sight; did he have any idea how much you loved that juicy cock, pure evidence of his arousal for you? From the subtle smirk that crossed his face, you were certain he did.

“It’s all for you sweet thing.”

Fuck, Brian’s smug voice shot right to your core. You loved when he got all confident and haughty. There was nothing you wanted more than to caress and worship this man’s body; he was everything.

The tip of Brian’s cock was already glistening with need, so you pulled up the bottom of his T-shirt to save it from getting dirty. If the action also let you see more of his creamy, delicious tummy, who would question your true motives? One glimpse of that area, and you were a mess, flooding your own underwear with arousal. There was something about Brian allowing you this intimacy, to see and appreciate a part of him he didn’t like, that sent overwhelming emotion through your veins. You almost couldn’t think, just focused entirely on the man before you, who permitted you to please him so.

“You may touch Y/N,” Brian said, adjusting you upon him to give more space. “Put those dainty fingers to good use.”

Chest tight with anticipation, you took his erection in your grip and began pumping, slow and loose as there was no lube other than his own precome. You were still perched in his lap, fondling and worshiping the big, hard cock between your two stomachs, so you could feel the twitches that passed through Brian’s body at your touch.

“That’s it baby. See how hard I am for you? Your hands feel so good, and I’m aching.” Brian’s voice was rough as he tried to calm himself under your ministrations, and he relaxed to lie down flat on the mattress under you. “Stroke it better.”

“Of course Sir.”

As Brian fell back, you could finally clear your head a bit, having a brief respite from his heady presence directly in front of you. Behind his head you could see the top of your bed, and the poster over your headboard. Oh shit. How hadn’t you remembered that earlier? There was your Queen poster hanging as it always did, and Brian’s handsome face staring back out at you. Had he seen it? He hadn’t made a comment, but you never knew with that man.

Poster Brian was much younger than the one you’d come to know, and achingly beautiful. He was the pretty boy you’d admired since you were a teenager, all angelic features and sharp cheekbones with luscious chestnut curls falling to his shoulders. It was a strange experience to reconcile the old picture with the man he’d become. But as you saw the real Brian panting below as you pumped him, white curls splayed out on the mattress in a halo around his head, you knew you wouldn’t want him any other way.

This wasn’t a celebrity crush you’d had throughout adolescence; this was a real MAN with real needs and the most interesting personality you’d ever encountered. He’d lived years and had incredible experiences since that poster picture was taken, and come out the complete, intelligent, attractive and erotic creature before you. How could you desire for that to be taken away? No. To you, as he was now, Brian was more stimulating than he’d ever been. What that said about your preferences, you weren’t quite sure.

Suddenly overcome with emotion and reverence for the man, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his flushed cock in a passionate kiss, trying to mold yourself into him and experience all he had to offer. You couldn’t get enough. You were going to make him feel so good, show him how happy and grateful you were to be his.

As soon as you took his shining tip into your mouth, Brian let out a deep moan, bucking his hips up to slide a bit further in. You sputtered a bit and thought for a second to admonish him for the impatient action, but soon decided against it as his large member filled you up. You enjoyed the feeling of his pleasure too much; if Brian wanted to thrust into his little toy who were you to stop him? You were happy to be used as he wanted.

You gave your own moan then, humming around his thick cock. Blood pounded in your ears and you reveled in the taste of him, eagerly bobbing up and down his shaft. It was a wonder that you could hear anything over your own pulse and Brian’s heavy breathing, but somehow your lustful thoughts were interrupted when a faint metallic clicking sound came to your ears.

Your heart dropped immediately. Shit! When was Jenna coming here again? It couldn’t be time already!

You quickly pulled yourself off Brian, leaving him hissing at the cold air on his wet dick and suddenly confused at your actions. It didn’t take him long to see your panicked face though, and he immediately sat up with his own anxiety.

“What’s the matter baby? Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head, pulse pounding as you were unable to form words of adequate explanation in time. But then Brian noticed the sound too. Both of you looked at the other, eyes wide with fright as you heard the door to your apartment open in the other room.

“Hey Y/N, did you come in that car out front?” You could hear the sounds of Jenna walking through the door and quickly scrambled to pull away from Brian. “Blacked out windows… “ she mused into the silent apartment, “Very upscale.”

You’d never been so nervous in your life, but tried to maintain a calm voice when you called out to answer your best friend. “Yes I did.” Despite your best efforts, you could tell there was something off in your tone. You blinked at Brian as he hastily tucked himself back into his shorts. Somehow he managed with the aid of the normally baggy fit, but there were certain aspects of male arousal that couldn’t be hidden.

“Are you still in there packing?” The soft padding of Jenna’s steps moved across the floor towards the bedroom. “I thought you’d be mostly done by now and came to help with the last few things.”

“Jenna wait!” You said forcefully before she could get any closer, and to your relief the footsteps paused while she was still out of eye line. Now the only thing thudding was your pulse.
“What?”

“Just please don’t come in here right now.” You prayed she would listen, even just due to your desperate tone. “I’ll be out in a sec.”

“Umm… okay?” Jenna was obviously confused, but thankfully you heard her walk away into the seating area.

“Thank you!” you called after her, hoping to placate her annoyance and curiosity.

You quickly turned to Brian then, who had moved to stand behind the bed in case Jenna entered the room. “I’m SO sorry,” you whispered, “I completely lost track of time and I forgot my friend was coming over to say goodbye.”

Curses ran through your head. You couldn’t believe you’d fucked up this much, embarrassing and exposing Brian like this. He must hate you, and you wouldn’t blame him. Your teeth clenched together in sorrow and you bowed your head, unable to look him in the eye after this.

“Does she already know?”

His voice was surprisingly calm, and you stood frozen as you tried to answer. How was he so kind, so considerate and so rational?

“Well, kinda… She—“

“And do you trust her?” Brian interrupted you with another hushed whisper.

You nodded your head, still in awe of his control in such a situation.

“Then there’s not much to worry about is there?” You did look at Brian then, full of wonder and thanks. Did he truly not care about this? Your head was still spinning from the surprise.

“I guess… not?” You looked to Brian for guidance.

“No, there’s not. Don’t eat yourself up over this darling.” He gave a tight lipped smile. “Anyways, I distracted you so it’s partly my fault. Go out there and tell your friend what’s going on. I’ll join you in a minute… when I’ve had a bit of time to sort myself out.”

He gave you a cheeky wink then, gesturing to his still-hard erection, and your heart melted. He was the most amazing person you’d ever met.

“Okay… thank you so much Brian.” You let out the strangled breath you’d been holding throughout, and then added a passing thought. “You’re incredible, do you know that?”

A bigger grin appeared on Brian’s face at your words, flashing those sharp teeth. “Oh I’m quite aware Y/N. But I still think you’ll have to make this up to me later.”

You nodded as you moved to exit the room, and felt a flutter of anticipation at his suggestion. “I’ll look forward to it.”

Notes:

Sorry for interrupting them lol... I'm mean. Thanks to all of those still reading who leave comments and kudos! I love you all :)

Chapter 35: Three's a Crowd

Jenna was sitting on the couch when you entered the room to see her. You knew you were probably still flushed and a bit sweaty thanks to Brian, but you hoped it wasn’t too obvious. Jenna would likely guess what had happened once you told her he was here anyways; she could always read you like a book.

“Hi Jenna, sorry about that.” You spoke up as you walked towards her, cringing in anticipation while you did so, and she turned to look at you.

Your friend was immediately suspicious, folding her arms and pursing her lips as she bored her sharp eyes into yours. “What was all that about Y/N? You were acting very strange.” There was a bite to her tone that made you feel tremendously guilty.

“I kinda got distracted and forgot what time you were coming. It's my fault. I’m so sorry for all the confusion.” You were so embarrassed that the words came out fast and monotone, almost like verbal diarrhea, so Jenna didn’t interrupt you before you were done explaining. “Don’t freak out… but I didn’t come here alone.”

Jenna’s eyes widened as she worked out your insinuation, and her jaw dropped open to mouth the words ‘Is Brian here?’ in exaggerated movement.

You nodded and whispered to her. “Yes… but I didn’t know he was planning on coming.”

“So he’s…” Jenna’s gaze drifted over to the bedroom as she shook her head in that direction.

You nodded again.

A cheeky smile slowly grew on her face after she got over the initial surprise. Jenna was clearly still in disbelief about your situation with Brian, but she never missed a chance to tease you. “…And you were distracted. There’s a rock star in the bedroom you didn’t want me to see, and you were distracted.” There was no subtlety in her emphasis the second time she quoted your earlier words.

Jenna really looked at you then, pupils tracking over your rosy cheeks and lingering on the hickies and bite marks visible above the neckline of your new dress. Makeup could only cover so much. You felt suddenly exposed and nervous, but also somehow aroused at the fact someone else knew just how you belonged to Brian. Someone you could trust.

“My God Y/N,” she was astonished at all the hints that could be observed, “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

You couldn’t resist getting back at Jenna for all the times she’d made fun of you over the years, living her boisterous life and teasing you for your choices, so you knew what you wanted to say.

“Oh, I’ve definitely had it in me.”

You wished you were recording so you could see the look on your best friend’s face whenever you wanted; her mouth became impossibly wider and her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. She was visibly gobsmacked at the boldness of your double entendre, and you grinned.

“Geez… someone’s happy.” Jenna finally found her voice. “I guess I can see why you’ve decided to leave us all so suddenly. Can’t say that I blame you.” She returned your smile. “It must be very exciting.”

“You’ve got no idea.”

You and Jenna chatted for a bit longer: you telling her more of the specifics about your job. The athletic therapist job. You weren’t about to divulge anything you and Brian got up to; the thought alone made you sick. You could never do that to him purely for bragging rights.

After about 5 minutes you were in the midst of explaining the need for a preventative fitness routine on a rock tour, when Brian walked out of the bedroom. Both of you immediately turned towards him at the sound of footsteps and stopped your conversation, deferring to his presence as usual. It was hard not to.

He smiled gently, nodding his head towards Jenna in a silent greeting. “Hello ladies. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” There was a bit of an awkward silence as he hovered over the two of you seated on the small couch. Brian looked towards you and raised his eyebrows slightly while glancing to Jenna. Oh right, they hadn’t been properly introduced.

“Sorry Bri, this is Jenna. She’s been my best friend since high school and we joined the Dallas Cheerleaders together.”

“Ah, I thought you looked familiar.” Brian’s voice seemed to smooth over the awkwardness, taking control and putting everyone at ease. “I apologize for any trouble I caused you earlier.”

“It’s okay… it’s an honour to officially meet you.” Jenna was clearly still a bit star-struck, even though Brian was standing in your tiny apartment wearing a T-shirt and cargo shorts.

The man simply smiled at her words: a closed-lip affair that showed he was used to the phrase. He looked down at the couch, eyes flicking between the two of you. “May I?” He unfurled his hands towards the seat. The couch may be small, but it was the only chair in the area, unless someone wanted to bring a stool from the kitchen. Clearly Brian didn’t mind some close contact.

“Of course!” “Yes!” You and Jenna accepted his request at the same time, scooting over to make room on the cushions. Unfortunately, you both chose to move in opposite directions, so instead of leaving a large space for Brian on one side, a gap opened up between the two of you.

It wasn’t what you’d meant to do, but Brian took it immediately, turning to plop himself down in the middle. The space was tight so you were pressed up against him, and a little twinge of jealously shot through you when you realized Jenna would be in the same situation. Brian put his arms on the back of the couch to create more room as usual, and you instinctively leaned in to his soft side. One quick glance to Brian’s slightly smug face told you everything; he was very much enjoying the company of two fit young women and absolutely basking in the neediness it was causing in you. Maybe this was payback for the interruption.

“Thank you lovelies… This is much better.”

The smooth, deep voice flowed into your loins. As much as you adored being tucked under his arm, if Brian thought something was going to happen here he was sorely mistaken. You’d do anything he wanted, but not with Jenna. That would be way too strange and friendship-altering.

There was a pleasant silence as Brian adjusted himself like always, finding the right angle for his long legs. It was really a wonder how he was so comfortable with physical contact, displaying none of the nervousness you and certainly Jenna felt.

Brian started to ask Jenna questions about herself, finding out things about her life and future dreams. He was kind and attentive, and it served to put your friend at ease in his presence. He had a genuine, curious soul, always delving further into topics that interested him. All in all it was a demonstration of a man who was very good at conversing with eloquence and magnetism. Brian was truthful and giving, and he always spoke in a slightly flirty way that drew people towards him. You knew first-hand how he could make you feel like the centre of the universe with some eye contact, because he had a way of becoming YOUR entire universe.

Throughout the chat, Brian snuck in some mischievous inquiries about your past. Jenna certainly knew her fair share of embarrassing stories about you, so you were always waiting with a clever segue or distraction to preserve some of your dignity. He did, however, manage to glean some information on your long-held love of Queen, and more specifically of himself, before you could stop your friend. He’d got Jenna so relaxed that you were mortified when she told him about your awkward teenage years, high school swottiness, and how long it took for you to be comfortable performing with the DCC. You wanted Brian to see you as a sexy cheerleader, not some secret nerd, even if that was what you were. He seemed to like it though, getting to know you from another person’s eyes, and you blushed every time he smiled your way after a particular story. You really had many things in common, and there was no way Brian could fault you for geeky interests or focusing on academics, because he was the same.

The time passed enjoyably, but after a little while without anyone starting a new conversation, you thought you’d take the opportunity to ask a question. “What time are we planning to head out Brian? I’m all done packing.”

“Trying to get rid of me so soon Y/N?” Brian looked over at you with a cheeky grin and squeezed his arm around your shoulders.

“Definitely not,” you replied, good-naturedly shaking your head at him. “I was just wondering, and didn’t want to waste any more of your day off.”

“It could never be a waste to spend time with such beautiful women.”

Brian continued to look at you, smug and sure, satisfied he was able to spin his answer into another complement. The man truly was a massive flirt, and you could tell he was in his element at the moment, just a tiny bit pleased at your jealousy and embarrassment to have nearly been caught in a compromising position by Jenna. However annoying, his behaviour stoked a little fire inside you. You loved to see him confident and happy, and sitting tight as he was, Brian was undeniably sexy. Your heated encounter earlier had been interrupted, so you were still keen for some release, but Brian was surely in the same situation. The better you played his little game, the sooner you would be whisked away and pressed down into the nearest surface.

So, you snuggled up closer to him and reached around with your outer hand to touch his chest. You wished Brian was wearing one of the button-ups today, so that you could finger the light hair on his warm skin, but even over the cotton T-shirt material you delighted in the feel of him.

“You’re too charming for your own good Brian. How do you go anywhere without women throwing themselves at you?” You spoke lightly while rubbing his front, but Jenna could clearly hear. You felt another twinge in your gut when you saw her face, drawing her eyebrows together and frowning slightly. She had absolutely no idea how to react, and you would have felt sorry for her if you weren’t getting a kick out of being a little bit dirty with Brian in front of her.

You hand shook on his chest as he chuckled, “Now who’s the flatterer?” The deep vibrations of his voice traveled through your palm.

“I think you know I’d complement you all day if I could.”

You were expecting the usual comment about being bad for his ego, but here in the presence of Jenna Brian found it better to simply smirk at you, giving that sly heated look that made your knees weak. He finished with a quick flick of his eyebrows, and you felt the knot tighten in your stomach. There was nothing better than being under the hungry gaze of Brian May.

Suddenly you remembered that your hand was still on his chest, and a quick glance down to where it rested prompted a thought to enter your mind. You slid your hand further down to lay on his tempting little belly, panties immediately growing damp when you felt the warm softness. You couldn’t stop yourself from giving him a gentle rub there over his shirt.

“Are you hungry Brian?”

There was a slight hidden meaning behind your words, and, from the dark colour swirling within Brian’s hazel irises, you could tell he understood. He glanced down at your hand on his stomach with an apparent interest; you were so pleased to see him enjoying your caress on that area. A lot of confidence had been gained after these few days, but Brian still answered quickly.

“Quite ravenous, if I’m honest.”

The delicious liquid pooled in your gut when you heard his sultry tone, but a certain heavy guilt joined it as you realized you both hadn’t eaten since the morning. You’d offered Brian your fridge earlier but from the looks of it he hadn’t taken you up on the suggestion. Shit! You were a terrible host! Never mind the distraction he caused, that was no excuse for starving an international legend while he so graciously waited for you to pack.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, would you like something to eat?” All your teasing went out the window when you couldn’t stop the apologetic tone coating your words. “I can make something, or order in… or do you want to leave now and go somewhere?”

Brian was dismissive of your panic, and reassured you he hadn't been put out. “Don’t worry your little head about it. I’d love a quick bite to eat here, and then we can head back to join the others in Houston.”

Well shit, now you’d just roped yourself in to cooking for Brian May; you really weren’t making it easy for yourself today. You stood up from the couch, saddened to leave his warm side and remove your hands from his body, but more focused towards the task ahead.

“Would you like to stay for a late lunch Jenna?” It would be incredibly rude not to ask, but you knew your friend would probably choose to say goodbye now.

She looked between you and Brian briefly, but quickly settled her eyes on you to avoid being too obvious. “Thanks for the offer Y/N, but I think I’ll get out of your way now. I just wanted to say goodbye before you leave me to explain your absence to a confused cheer squad.”

A genuine smile appeared on your lips as your best friend stood up and opened her arms for a hug. Knowing what was coming, you braced yourself for her tight squeeze and hugged back just as hard. You would miss Jenna a lot during the tour, but luckily you existed in an age of mobile phones and easy communication.

“Sorry for leaving you to do this, but I just don’t have the time. I’ll be back in a few weeks anyways so it’s not like it’s forever.” The words felt true as they came out of your mouth, but as soon as they were voiced they hurt you inside, reminding you of your short opportunity to be with Brian. It had barely started but you were already dreading the end.

“Nah… don’t worry, I’m just giving you a hard time.” Jenna’s words were loud in your ear as she held you close and rocked back and forth. “Have a good time on the tour and fix some aching muscles!” Then, much quieter, she whispered quickly, “And enjoy the clearly huge cock you’ll be getting throughout.”

A pink flush coloured your cheeks as Jenna pulled away, and you both looked over to Brian. He was still sitting on the couch, legs spread as he was want to do, and Jenna was right, the angle wasn’t hiding anything beneath his shorts. Brian was likely unaware of your suddenly dry mouth as he smiled up at you and Jenna, pleasant and innocent.

“It was nice meeting you Jenna," he called from his seat.

“Likewise Dr. May, a real honour as I said.”

Your best friend and your …boss? lover? It was hard to classify Brian… nodded to each other as you opened the door.

“I’ll keep in touch," you said as Jenna stepped through the frame, "And let me know how things go with the girls.”

“Of course, talk soon Y/N.” She gave you one last little affectionate kiss on the cheek, and then walked down the hall.

As you closed the door and turned around to face Brian, you were struck still at the sight. He’d slid himself a bit lower on the couch and somehow splayed his long legs wider to make room for the large right hand that was currently resting over his crotch. Brian grinned wickedly at your stunned expression, and your breath hitched as it was caught in your open mouth.

“So…” he drawled slowly in that deep voice, “What am I having for dinner Y/N?”

Chapter 36: Tables Turned

Notes:

Daddy kink warning :)
Next chapter is the same without it!

“So…” he drawled slowly in that deep voice, “What am I having for dinner Y/N?”

Burning, writhing heat filled your insides as you swallowed in anticipation of his words. You desperately wanted to be Brian’s next meal, but you knew the longer you could draw this out, the more ravenous he would be. So you decided to make it all the better and tease him a bit more, a dangerous but exciting temptation.

“I’m not sure yet,” you smiled coyly at him, “Let me just check the fridge.”

You sauntered past him into the kitchen, managing to refrain from looking over your shoulder for his reaction to the swaying of your hips. Brian was not a man who liked to be ignored. He was probably shocked that you didn’t come running over to him as soon as he spread his legs, which is honestly what you’d YEARNED to do, but you could be patient as your actions ignited a passionate fire within him. You ached to see what an insistent, impatient Brian May would entail.

There was no answer from the man for the entire time you walked to the fridge and started to peruse what you had to serve. However, after a moment, you grinned when you heard the thudding of brisk footsteps behind your back, travelling from the couch to the kitchen. You still didn’t turn around and pretended to be busy in the fridge, even though your head was swirling with thoughts of how hot Brian probably looked.

He cleared his throat loudly from the entrance to the kitchen area, and you couldn’t help the little start that shot through your body at the sound. Brian was a force of nature, and he clearly wanted you right now. How long would it be before he took what he desired?

“What would you like to eat Brian?” You maintained the innocent tone of voice, but did turn to look at him.

Brian simply blinked at you, and when his lids lifted to reveal dark eyes boring into yours, a shiver rippled down the back of your neck. He was standing with his weight on one leg, one arm resting against the wall and the other on his hip like some sort of giant teapot. It would be funny in a different situation, but with Brian’s slight smirk and heated gaze, the position just looked assured and arousing.

Some of your lust must have spilled through the act, because Brian tilted his head down a bit to look at you through his eyebrows. “I think you know what I want, cheeky girl.”

There was a beat, and then you pretended you couldn’t’ see his inference. “Of course… Vegetarian!”

You knew your reply was a bit desperate, and Brian could obviously see through your game, but you wanted to keep playing.

“I know what you’re doing Y/N… what you’ve decided to try.” He pursed his lips. “But I think you’ve forgotten how this works.”

You swallowed at Brian’s deep, slow voice as it penetrated through your insides. He was right; you had stepped outside your place a bit, and you desperately wanted him to put you back where you belonged. “What are you talking about?” You said, “I just want to serve you some food.”

You were fully committed to your bit now, so when Brian walked over to stand in front of you it was all you could do to maintain a blank expression. He leaned down a bit and cupped your cheek in his large hand. His palm felt warm and rough against your skin, pulling your head in towards him for a kiss. It was deep and slow and your nerves set alight on contact with his lips like they always did, but you were a little surprised to see Brian smiling once you opened your eyes.

“Let it never be said that I’m not indulgent.” Brian stroked his hand from your cheek to your shoulder, where he gripped harder. “But we’re skipping straight to desert.”

You had to bite back a moan when you heard the gravelly edge to his voice. Your act hadn’t gone quite as planned, for you’d underestimated Brian’s patience… or at least his competitiveness. It seemed he was willing to delay his satisfaction if it meant things would be done on his terms; he clearly didn’t want to lose, even if it would have led to a round of rambunctious sex.

So, you nodded at Brian, who was still holding you under a strong gaze, and turned to retrieve some strawberries, chocolate sauce and ice cream from the fridge and freezer. It was a good thing you had an occasional weakness for sweets, and that Jenna wasn’t going to clean out the food until tomorrow.

You gathered the dessert and moved to the counter for bowls and spoons, trying not to get flustered with Brian looming so close. It was obviously impossible, for even a picture of the bloody man could raise your pulse, but that was besides the point.

Brian, however, wasn’t going to let you off that easy after your previous cheekiness. Almost as soon as you started scooping the ice cream he was at your back, pressing himself against you. He brought his arms up on either side of your body and leaned in until your hips were pressed up against the counter: trapped between its hard, cold surface and Brian’s front, which was much warmer but seemed to be getting just as hard. How were you supposed to function when there was a living God invading your space and mind?

Brian has practically moulded his body around the shape of yours, and brought his mouth down to whisper in your ear. “Mmm honey… this looks absolutely delicious.” He rolled his hips against your backside unashamedly, giving you a full taste of the large eager erection he was sporting beneath his shorts. Upon feeling just how ready he was to take you, your already high state of arousal flared once more, and your inner muscles clenched with the need for that big, hard cock behind you.

“Th…Thank you Sir. It’s just a bit of ice cream.” Your voice was shaky already, overwhelmed inside the cage of Brian’s large body.

You had filled two bowls with the sweet treat and were just adding the berries at this point, and you were completely enraptured when Brian reached a hand out to steal one off the counter. He hummed a bit in pleasure as he ate it, and you could feel the deep vibrations within his chest. How could a man make eating so erotic? You imagined how the red juice would stain his lips slightly, enhancing their natural fullness, and how his throat would move as he swallowed. It reminded you of the first night you met him, lusting after those same lips at the food table backstage. You couldn’t wait until your skin was between those lips and those teeth were nipping at your neck.

As soon as you had garnished both bowls with fruit Brian grabbed them off the counter, pressing harder against you briefly as he did so. He spun away from you, hurried over to the small kitchen table, and told you to bring the chocolate sauce in a deep commanding voice as he pulled out a chair to sit.

You did as he asked and then reached to get your own chair, only to be stopped by Brian.

“No baby. Come here and sit on daddy’s lap.”

Oh fuck, these panties were ruined at this point too. His voice was tantalizingly sinful, and you could feel yourself gush and clench at the kinky taboo of it all. You were learning to love daddy’s lap. A pleasurable tingly twitch shook your spine as you trotted over to Brian. He made you desperate and eager to please so easily, even enough that you started to regret ignoring him earlier. Good girls wouldn’t tease like you’d done- however briefly.

“That’s much better,” Brian said as you climbed up upon his legs. The humble wooden chair looked too small for him anyways, but with you on it as well there was a slight squeak of protest from the furniture. Your feet dangled in the air, swaying a bit as Brian adjusted your place upon him and pulled your dress out of the way, so that your panty-clad core would be resting on him directly.

“Do you want chocolate on yours daddy?”

“Yes, thank you sweet girl.” You relished the way his hands fell to your hips so naturally.

You purposefully squirmed a bit as you poured the syrup onto each scoop of ice cream, appreciating the feel of Brian’s hard length beneath you. It was fantastic reward when his hands on your waist tightened in response; he kept you secure, but also held you with hunger and possession.

Once the chocolate was sprinkled adequately over the bowls, you gathered a spoonful of all ingredients: sweet ice cream, juicy strawberry and rich syrup. You turned your torso towards Brian and gave him a little smirk, not quite believing what you were about to do. The spoon shook slightly in your hand as you brought it up towards Brian’s perfect lips. You couldn’t control the nerves rolling within your stomach when he looked at the spoon, and then back to your eyes as a delightfully smug expression crossed his features. He looked like he wanted to eat you more than the dessert, but nevertheless opened his mouth when the spoon was near enough.

It was an incredibly real experience to feed Brian so intimately, and you were acutely aware of every small sensation the movement caused: how the spoon jerked slightly in your hand as he closed his mouth, the surprising amount of strength it took to pull away from his tight lips, and the tiny smear of chocolate sauce that remained on his top lip for a second before his tongue darted out to lick it off. You were completely entranced by his mouth as he chewed and swallowed, an action you subconsciously mirrored in anticipation. Once his lips widened into a satisfied smile, you flicked your eyes from their tempting redness back to his eyes. The lust you found waiting there was enough to shock your heart.

“Absolutely delicious.” Brian almost growled the words, low and slow into your face. He squeezed your waist again, pressing you closer against his front with those long hands he had wrapped almost entirely around you. “Would you like a taste?”

You nodded at the man, still lost in his eyes and unable to look away. This awestruck reaction drew a light chuckle from Brian, before he raised his brow in the direction of the bowl. With his reminder you spooned another bite and this time went to bring it to your own lips.

“Ah!” A blunt sound of disapproval came from Brian just as you opened your mouth, freezing your hand immediately and drawing your gaze back to him.

“Not like that Y/N,” Brian smirked, enjoying pulling your strings and leaving you flustered. “That scoop was from my bowl, was it not?”

“…Yes Sir.”

“So who gets to enjoy its contents?”

“You do.”

“Good girl.” Brian’s praise sent a wave of heat through your body as usual. “You can have a taste afterwards. Understand?”

You nodded again, quite certain you caught his meaning, and licked your lips in preparation.

The smirk on Brian’s face grew at your response, until his white teeth appeared and he opened his mouth for the spoon. Feeding him the second scoop was just as erotic as the first, but this time Brian took his time savouring the flavour. He closed his eyes and swallowed with a look of ecstasy, though he was careful to leave plenty of chocolate and cream on his wet, glistening lips. You’d never been more tempted to taste something in your life.

You were drawn towards him in some kind of trance, only really realizing you’d leaned in once your mouth connected with his. The chocolate was certainly delicious, but it couldn’t compare to the taste and feel of Brian that lay beneath. You sucked on his full lips, delighting in his distinct flavour, and gladly parted your lips when you felt the probe of his tongue against them. The wet muscle was cold as it filled your mouth, and it carried the sweet vanilla of the ice cream.

Your head spun out of control as you kissed him, only able to find and hold onto thoughts of Brian: how he felt against your lips and how his fingers were digging into your hips below. You probably let out a moan when he nipped your bottom lip and broke away, but you were too lost within him to tell.

The red material of your dress moved under the kitchen lights as your chest heaved. Brian’s kisses always left you breathless, like you poured your entire lung capacity into his deep, endless vortex. There was no escaping this man before you gave him everything.

Brian was still seductively close to your face when he spoke in his smooth voice. “How was that Y/N?”

“Wonderful,” you sighed upon him.

You must have gotten some chocolate on you, because Brian let go of your waist with one hand and brought it up to your face. He cupped your cheek and used his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth, removing the syrup and sucking it into his own mouth afterwards.

“What a messy little thing you are. You’re lucky you didn’t ruin this nice dress.” Brian’s eyes grew dangerous. “Perhaps we should make sure it stays clean.”

With that, Brian grabbed the bottom of your dress and started to lift it over your head. He pulled rather quickly and your arms instinctively rose so the material wouldn’t get stuck. The shock of it all left you otherwise motionless, and before you knew it you were sitting on Brian’s lap, topless, while the dress was thrown on the ground. The open air immediately perked up your nipples, and you had to resist the urge to cross your arms over yourself. Brian wouldn’t like that.

He did, however, enjoy the way you shivered against him, evidenced by the throaty growl that permeated through the air.

Brian’s hands wandered up your bare back, the heat of his palms contrasting starkly with your pebbled skin. You held your breath as they snaked around to your front and cupped a breast each. Brian lifted the mounds in his hands and felt the weight of them as he let them fall and bounce slightly. Your nipples were hard as he brushed his calloused fingers over them, and your clit ached for similar treatment. You felt like an instrument in his clever hands, each touch he gave a precise movement to tease and enhance pleasure.

As soon as you started to wiggle on his lap, the gentle caress on your front grew to a stronger clasp, and Brian squeezed you into his own chest. With his big hands gripped around your tits and your naked back pressed against his stomach, you once again basked in the heady sensation of being owned and appreciated. He held you intimately in the palm of his hands both literally and figuratively.

“So eager Y/N, what a difference from earlier.” There was a hard edge to his voice as he held you tightly. Brian clearly wanted to remind you of his disapproval for your teasing. “Perhaps this will serve as a reminder… YOU are not in charge of when we do this.”

The harsh, true words sent a shiver down your spine and a pool of liquid between your legs. His dominant tone was such a turn-on, and you whined softly in desperation for something more from him. Despite your neediness, Brian’s grip remained firm.

“You’re always so desperate for my cock… so why didn’t you take it when you had the chance?” You trembled under the sound of his voice and felt the warm wetness of his lips against your shoulder.

“You thought you were so clever, little girl, teasing daddy so that he’d give it to you real good… but I don’t like to play your games.” He bit against the flesh of your shoulder then, claiming and causing erotic pain to make his point. “When you play against me, you should know that I fight dirty.” The brush of his lips against the fresh, sensitive mark was unlike anything you’d experienced, and you turned to complete mush when you felt his hot tongue lick the area afterwards. Every nerve in your body was on fire, flashing into the air as Brian finished his speech.

“I like to WIN, Y/N,” Brian growled and tightened his grip one last time. “So I make sure I always do.”

He dropped his hands from you then, leaving your chest heaving and cold in the absence of his big hands. Your head was spinning, swirling with pleasure and arousal from Brian’s words and voice. Before you could react, other than to squeak at his sudden movement, he opened his legs under you and forced you to stand on the floor or fall off his lap.

You stood between his legs on shaky footing, unable to speak but acutely aware of his dark gaze.

“Take your panties off.”

Brian’s command was curt and powerful, leaving no room for thought, just action as you immediately complied with his order. You were fully naked, face flushing red with embarrassment and arousal, with your wet panties thrown in the corner before you took another breath.

“Good girl,” Brian smirked as he leered at your naked form. “This is what you are: my sweet, attentive little pet.”

You swallowed as much as you were able, frozen with need and lust from his voice. The words were demeaning and patronizing, but so deliciously arousing when Brian spoke to you in that way. You wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet and beg for forgiveness for whatever he’d decided you’d done wrong. You’d somehow forgotten the rush you felt when you pleased him, and having sampled the taste you’d do anything at this point to experience it again.

“Maybe this will help you remember that.”

Oh shit. That didn’t sound good. You’d have to wait longer than you thought for the thick pleasure of Brian’s praise. Your stomach lurched at the insinuation of punishment to come, in both nervousness and anticipation.

Brian untucked himself from his shorts and underwear slowly, leaving him in a position very similar to how he was before on your bed. But as you waited longer and longer, watching him stroke his own bulging, red erection, you realised that this time he wasn’t going to invite you to touch.

“Would you like some help with that Sir?” Your voice was timid, and you almost knew the answer before he said it.

“No Y/N.” Brian continued to tease himself, and at the same time turn you into a needy mess. “You just want to serve me some food.” He threw your earlier words in your face with great amusement, smug with how the tables had turned. “So why don’t you do so. My hands are busy.”

So, that’s what you did: spooning the remaining bites of slightly melted dessert into Brian’s mouth as he displayed and caressed the real treat between his legs, driving you to a heightened state of lust. It was like he was some sort of royalty, having to do nothing except bring himself pleasure while you waited on him: naked as the day you were born. You’d never done something as kinky as this in your life, but as you watched the man sitting below you with blown pupils and saw the way his cock twitched in his hands when you followed his orders, you decided you liked it.

There was something so addictively wrong about what you were doing, that you continued to feed off the dark pulses in your gut. You watched Brian’s hands and his penis, and you stole embarrassed glances at his small, soft tummy that supplied a steady stream of arousal to your core. You even watched his masculine throat as he swallowed each bite, wishing that this God of a man would let you touch him. Let you please him more than the sweet dessert ever could.

It was all too much, getting to see how Brian’s handsome face twisted with pleasure, but not being able to involve yourself. As soon as he swallowed the last bite you set the bowl down on the table and took a breath. You’d beg to suck that cock at this point.

“Please daddy—“

“No.” Brian cut you off before you could even voice your suggestion. “Get on the table.” His eyes shot to yours, somehow fierce and commanding even from his seated position below you, and he pointed to the surface to further cement his meaning.

You felt self-conscious and exposed under his gaze, but you did exactly as he said, climbing onto the tabletop one leg at a time. You were acutely aware of your nakedness, and of the weeping, desperate sex between your legs. Brian would easily see the slick folds that yearned for him, and that fact in itself sent another twinge through the muscles there.

“Lie down Y/N.”

Again you complied. You stared at the ceiling above you and felt a drop in your stomach when you heard the sounds of Brian leaving his chair. You were completely on display for him now, naked and prone on the hard wooden surface like another treat for him to devour. Good lord you wanted him to do just that.

Brian’s face finally came into view: hair first, then cocky expression and those dark eyes. You couldn’t do anything but stare at his beauty and appreciate every feature as he leaned over you. He’d never seemed so tall and encompassing, literally blocking out the light above you with his shadow.

From your lust-induced haze you heard the soft tinkling of metal on ceramic; he was holding the other bowl of ice cream.

“It seems you haven’t had any of your dessert baby.” Brian tisked. “Shame that. Now it’s all melted.”

How he could be admonishing you for leaving your bowl while it was entirely his fault you’d not had time, you weren’t sure. But he was, and it made you feel delightfully small.

“Do you like liquid ice cream Y/N?”

You didn’t really know what to answer, especially with him looming above you like this and stealing the breath from your chest. So you just shook your head.

Brian stared into your eyes for a moment, seeming to see into your soul and discover all your deepest secrets, before shrugging like his power over you was no big deal.

“It’s just as well,” Brian said, “More for me.”

Then he poured the cold liquid onto your bare stomach.

Notes:

Look there's me leaving another evil cliff hanger! It couldn't be avoided though this chapter was already too long and I'd made you wait long enough! More to come!

Chapter 37: Tables Turned (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as previous chapter but without the Daddy kink!

“So…” he drawled slowly in that deep voice, “What am I having for dinner Y/N?”

Burning, writhing heat filled your insides as you swallowed in anticipation of his words. You desperately wanted to be Brian’s next meal, but you knew the longer you could draw this out, the more ravenous he would be. So you decided to make it all the better and tease him a bit more, a dangerous but exciting temptation.

“I’m not sure yet,” you smiled coyly at him, “Let me just check the fridge.”

You sauntered past him into the kitchen, managing to refrain from looking over your shoulder for his reaction to the swaying of your hips. Brian was not a man who liked to be ignored. He was probably shocked that you didn’t come running over to him as soon as he spread his legs, which is honestly what you’d YEARNED to do, but you could be patient as your actions ignited a passionate fire within him. You ached to see what an insistent, impatient Brian May would entail.

There was no answer from the man for the entire time you walked to the fridge and started to peruse what you had to serve. However, after a moment, you grinned when you heard the thudding of brisk footsteps behind your back, travelling from the couch to the kitchen. You still didn’t turn around and pretended to be busy in the fridge, even though your head was swirling with thoughts of how hot Brian probably looked.

He cleared his throat loudly from the entrance to the kitchen area, and you couldn’t help the little start that shot through your body at the sound. Brian was a force of nature, and he clearly wanted you right now. How long would it be before he took what he desired?

“What would you like to eat Brian?” You maintained the innocent tone of voice, but did turn to look at him.

Brian simply blinked at you, and when his lids lifted to reveal dark eyes boring into yours, a shiver rippled down the back of your neck. He was standing with his weight on one leg, one arm resting against the wall and the other on his hip like some sort of giant teapot. It would be funny in a different situation, but with Brian’s slight smirk and heated gaze, the position just looked assured and arousing.

Some of your lust must have spilled through the act, because Brian tilted his head down a bit to look at you through his eyebrows. “I think you know what I want, cheeky girl.”

There was a beat, and then you pretended you couldn’t’ see his inference. “Of course… Vegetarian!”

You knew your reply was a bit desperate, and Brian could obviously see through your game, but you wanted to keep playing.

“I know what you’re doing Y/N… what you’ve decided to try.” He pursed his lips. “But I think you’ve forgotten how this works.”

You swallowed at Brian’s deep, slow voice as it penetrated through your insides. He was right; you had stepped outside your place a bit, and you desperately wanted him to put you back where you belonged. “What are you talking about?” You said, “I just want to serve you some food.”

You were fully committed to your bit now, so when Brian walked over to stand in front of you it was all you could do to maintain a blank expression. He leaned down a bit and cupped your cheek in his large hand. His palm felt warm and rough against your skin, pulling your head in towards him for a kiss. It was deep and slow and your nerves set alight on contact with his lips like they always did, but you were a little surprised to see Brian smiling once you opened your eyes.

“Let it never be said that I’m not indulgent.” Brian stroked his hand from your cheek to your shoulder, where he gripped harder. “But we’re skipping straight to desert.”

You had to bite back a moan when you heard the gravelly edge to his voice. Your act hadn’t gone quite as planned, for you’d underestimated Brian’s patience… or at least his competitiveness. It seemed he was willing to delay his satisfaction if it meant things would be done on his terms; he clearly didn’t want to lose, even if it would have led to a round of rambunctious sex.

So, you nodded at Brian, who was still holding you under a strong gaze, and turned to retrieve some strawberries, chocolate sauce and ice cream from the fridge and freezer. It was a good thing you had an occasional weakness for sweets, and that Jenna wasn’t going to clean out the food until tomorrow.

You gathered the dessert and moved to the counter for bowls and spoons, trying not to get flustered with Brian looming so close. It was obviously impossible, for even a picture of the bloody man could raise your pulse, but that was besides the point.

Brian, however, wasn’t going to let you off that easy after your previous cheekiness. Almost as soon as you started scooping the ice cream he was at your back, pressing himself against you. He brought his arms up on either side of your body and leaned in until your hips were pressed up against the counter: trapped between its hard, cold surface and Brian’s front, which was much warmer but seemed to be getting just as hard. How were you supposed to function when there was a living God invading your space and mind?

Brian has practically moulded his body around the shape of yours, and brought his mouth down to whisper in your ear. “Mmm honey… this looks absolutely delicious.” He rolled his hips against your backside unashamedly, giving you a full taste of the large eager erection he was sporting beneath his shorts. Upon feeling just how ready he was to take you, your already high state of arousal flared once more, and your inner muscles clenched with the need for that big, hard cock behind you.

“Th…Thank you Sir. It’s just a bit of ice cream.” Your voice was shaky already, overwhelmed inside the cage of Brian’s large body.

You had filled two bowls with the sweet treat and were just adding the berries at this point, and you were completely enraptured when Brian reached a hand out to steal one off the counter. He hummed a bit in pleasure as he ate it, and you could feel the deep vibrations within his chest. How could a man make eating so erotic? You imagined how the red juice would stain his lips slightly, enhancing their natural fullness, and how his throat would move as he swallowed. It reminded you of the first night you met him, lusting after those same lips at the food table backstage. You couldn’t wait until your skin was between those lips and those teeth were nipping at your neck.

As soon as you had garnished both bowls with fruit Brian grabbed them off the counter, pressing harder against you briefly as he did so. He spun away from you, hurried over to the small kitchen table, and told you to bring the chocolate sauce in a deep commanding voice as he pulled out a chair to sit.

You did as he asked and then reached to get your own chair, only to be stopped by Brian.

“No baby. Come here and sit on my lap.”

Oh fuck, these panties were ruined at this point too. His voice was tantalizingly sinful, and you could feel yourself gush and clench at the prospect. You were learning to love Brian’s lap. A pleasurable tingly twitch shook your spine as you trotted over to Brian. He made you desperate and eager to please so easily, even enough that you started to regret ignoring him earlier. Good girls wouldn’t tease like you’d done- however briefly.

“That’s much better,” Brian said as you climbed up upon his legs. The humble wooden chair looked too small for him anyways, but with you on it as well there was a slight squeak of protest from the furniture. Your feet dangled in the air, swaying a bit as Brian adjusted your place upon him and pulled your dress out of the way, so that your panty-clad core would be resting on him directly.

“Do you want chocolate on yours Sir?”

“Yes, thank you sweet girl.” You relished the way his hands fell to your hips so naturally.

You purposefully squirmed a bit as you poured the syrup onto each scoop of ice cream, appreciating the feel of Brian’s hard length beneath you. It was fantastic reward when his hands on your waist tightened in response; he kept you secure, but also held you with hunger and possession.

Once the chocolate was sprinkled adequately over the bowls, you gathered a spoonful of all ingredients: sweet ice cream, juicy strawberry and rich syrup. You turned your torso towards Brian and gave him a little smirk, not quite believing what you were about to do. The spoon shook slightly in your hand as you brought it up towards Brian’s perfect lips. You couldn’t control the nerves rolling within your stomach when he looked at the spoon, and then back to your eyes as a delightfully smug expression crossed his features. He looked like he wanted to eat you more than the dessert, but nevertheless opened his mouth when the spoon was near enough.

It was an incredibly real experience to feed Brian so intimately, and you were acutely aware of every small sensation the movement caused: how the spoon jerked slightly in your hand as he closed his mouth, the surprising amount of strength it took to pull away from his tight lips, and the tiny smear of chocolate sauce that remained on his top lip for a second before his tongue darted out to lick it off. You were completely entranced by his mouth as he chewed and swallowed, an action you subconsciously mirrored in anticipation. Once his lips widened into a satisfied smile, you flicked your eyes from their tempting redness back to his eyes. The lust you found waiting there was enough to shock your heart.

“Absolutely delicious.” Brian almost growled the words, low and slow into your face. He squeezed your waist again, pressing you closer against his front with those long hands he had wrapped almost entirely around you. “Would you like a taste?”

You nodded at the man, still lost in his eyes and unable to look away. This awestruck reaction drew a light chuckle from Brian, before he raised his brow in the direction of the bowl. With his reminder you spooned another bite and this time went to bring it to your own lips.

“Ah!” A blunt sound of disapproval came from Brian just as you opened your mouth, freezing your hand immediately and drawing your gaze back to him.

“Not like that Y/N,” Brian smirked, enjoying pulling your strings and leaving you flustered. “That scoop was from my bowl, was it not?”

“…Yes Sir.”

“So who gets to enjoy its contents?”

“You do.”

“Good girl.” Brian’s praise sent a wave of heat through your body as usual. “You can have a taste afterwards. Understand?”

You nodded again, quite certain you caught his meaning, and licked your lips in preparation.

The smirk on Brian’s face grew at your response, until his white teeth appeared and he opened his mouth for the spoon. Feeding him the second scoop was just as erotic as the first, but this time Brian took his time savouring the flavour. He closed his eyes and swallowed with a look of ecstasy, though he was careful to leave plenty of chocolate and cream on his wet, glistening lips. You’d never been more tempted to taste something in your life.

You were drawn towards him in some kind of trance, only really realizing you’d leaned in once your mouth connected with his. The chocolate was certainly delicious, but it couldn’t compare to the taste and feel of Brian that lay beneath. You sucked on his full lips, delighting in his distinct flavour, and gladly parted your lips when you felt the probe of his tongue against them. The wet muscle was cold as it filled your mouth, and it carried the sweet vanilla of the ice cream.

Your head spun out of control as you kissed him, only able to find and hold onto thoughts of Brian: how he felt against your lips and how his fingers were digging into your hips below. You probably let out a moan when he nipped your bottom lip and broke away, but you were too lost within him to tell.

The red material of your dress moved under the kitchen lights as your chest heaved. Brian’s kisses always left you breathless, like you poured your entire lung capacity into his deep, endless vortex. There was no escaping this man before you gave him everything.

Brian was still seductively close to your face when he spoke in his smooth voice. “How was that Y/N?”

“Wonderful,” you sighed upon him.

You must have gotten some chocolate on you, because Brian let go of your waist with one hand and brought it up to your face. He cupped your cheek and used his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth, removing the syrup and sucking it into his own mouth afterwards.

“What a messy little thing you are. You’re lucky you didn’t ruin this nice dress.” Brian’s eyes grew dangerous. “Perhaps we should make sure it stays clean.”

With that, Brian grabbed the bottom of your dress and started to lift it over your head. He pulled rather quickly and your arms instinctively rose so the material wouldn’t get stuck. The shock of it all left you otherwise motionless, and before you knew it you were sitting on Brian’s lap, topless, while the dress was thrown on the ground. The open air immediately perked up your nipples, and you had to resist the urge to cross your arms over yourself. Brian wouldn’t like that.

He did, however, enjoy the way you shivered against him, evidenced by the throaty growl that permeated through the air.

Brian’s hands wandered up your bare back, the heat of his palms contrasting starkly with your pebbled skin. You held your breath as they snaked around to your front and cupped a breast each. Brian lifted the mounds in his hands and felt the weight of them as he let them fall and bounce slightly. Your nipples were hard as he brushed his calloused fingers over them, and your clit ached for similar treatment. You felt like an instrument in his clever hands, each touch he gave a precise movement to tease and enhance pleasure.

As soon as you started to wiggle on his lap, the gentle caress on your front grew to a stronger clasp, and Brian squeezed you into his own chest. With his big hands gripped around your tits and your naked back pressed against his stomach, you once again basked in the heady sensation of being owned and appreciated. He held you intimately in the palm of his hands both literally and figuratively.

“So eager Y/N, what a difference from earlier.” There was a hard edge to his voice as he held you tightly. Brian clearly wanted to remind you of his disapproval for your teasing. “Perhaps this will serve as a reminder… YOU are not in charge of when we do this.”

The harsh, true words sent a shiver down your spine and a pool of liquid between your legs. His dominant tone was such a turn-on, and you whined softly in desperation for something more from him. Despite your neediness, Brian’s grip remained firm.

“You’re always so desperate for my cock… so why didn’t you take it when you had the chance?” You trembled under the sound of his voice and felt the warm wetness of his lips against your shoulder.

“You thought you were so clever, little girl, teasing me so I'd give it to you real good… but I don’t like to play your games.” He bit against the flesh of your shoulder then, claiming and causing erotic pain to make his point. “When you play against me, you should know that I fight dirty.” The brush of his lips against the fresh, sensitive mark was unlike anything you’d experienced, and you turned to complete mush when you felt his hot tongue lick the area afterwards. Every nerve in your body was on fire, flashing into the air as Brian finished his speech.

“I like to WIN, Y/N,” Brian growled and tightened his grip one last time. “So I make sure I always do.”

He dropped his hands from you then, leaving your chest heaving and cold in the absence of his big hands. Your head was spinning, swirling with pleasure and arousal from Brian’s words and voice. Before you could react, other than to squeak at his sudden movement, he opened his legs under you and forced you to stand on the floor or fall off his lap.

You stood between his legs on shaky footing, unable to speak but acutely aware of his dark gaze.

“Take your panties off.”

Brian’s command was curt and powerful, leaving no room for thought, just action as you immediately complied with his order. You were fully naked, face flushing red with embarrassment and arousal, with your wet panties thrown in the corner before you took another breath.

“Good girl,” Brian smirked as he leered at your naked form. “This is what you are: my sweet, attentive little pet.”

You swallowed as much as you were able, frozen with need and lust from his voice. The words were demeaning and patronizing, but so deliciously arousing when Brian spoke to you in that way. You wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet and beg for forgiveness for whatever he’d decided you’d done wrong. You’d somehow forgotten the rush you felt when you pleased him, and having sampled the taste you’d do anything at this point to experience it again.

“Maybe this will help you remember that.”

Oh shit. That didn’t sound good. You’d have to wait longer than you thought for the thick pleasure of Brian’s praise. Your stomach lurched at the insinuation of punishment to come, in both nervousness and anticipation.

Brian untucked himself from his shorts and underwear slowly, leaving him in a position very similar to how he was before on your bed. But as you waited longer and longer, watching him stroke his own bulging, red erection, you realised that this time he wasn’t going to invite you to touch.

“Would you like some help with that Sir?” Your voice was timid, and you almost knew the answer before he said it.

“No Y/N.” Brian continued to tease himself, and at the same time turn you into a needy mess. “You just want to serve me some food.” He threw your earlier words in your face with great amusement, smug with how the tables had turned. “So why don’t you do so. My hands are busy.”

So, that’s what you did: spooning the remaining bites of slightly melted dessert into Brian’s mouth as he displayed and caressed the real treat between his legs, driving you to a heightened state of lust. It was like he was some sort of royalty, having to do nothing except bring himself pleasure while you waited on him: naked as the day you were born. You’d never done something as kinky as this in your life, but as you watched the man sitting below you with blown pupils and saw the way his cock twitched in his hands when you followed his orders, you decided you liked it.

There was something so addictively wrong about what you were doing, that you continued to feed off the dark pulses in your gut. You watched Brian’s hands and his penis, and you stole embarrassed glances at his small, soft tummy that supplied a steady stream of arousal to your core. You even watched his masculine throat as he swallowed each bite, wishing that this God of a man would let you touch him. Let you please him more than the sweet dessert ever could.

It was all too much, getting to see how Brian’s handsome face twisted with pleasure, but not being able to involve yourself. As soon as he swallowed the last bite you set the bowl down on the table and took a breath. You’d beg to suck that cock at this point.

“Please Sir—“

“No.” Brian cut you off before you could even voice your suggestion. “Get on the table.” His eyes shot to yours, somehow fierce and commanding even from his seated position below you, and he pointed to the surface to further cement his meaning.

You felt self-conscious and exposed under his gaze, but you did exactly as he said, climbing onto the tabletop one leg at a time. You were acutely aware of your nakedness, and of the weeping, desperate sex between your legs. Brian would easily see the slick folds that yearned for him, and that fact in itself sent another twinge through the muscles there.

“Lie down Y/N.”

Again you complied. You stared at the ceiling above you and felt a drop in your stomach when you heard the sounds of Brian leaving his chair. You were completely on display for him now, naked and prone on the hard wooden surface like another treat for him to devour. Good lord you wanted him to do just that.

Brian’s face finally came into view: hair first, then cocky expression and those dark eyes. You couldn’t do anything but stare at his beauty and appreciate every feature as he leaned over you. He’d never seemed so tall and encompassing, literally blocking out the light above you with his shadow.

From your lust-induced haze you heard the soft tinkling of metal on ceramic; he was holding the other bowl of ice cream.

“It seems you haven’t had any of your dessert baby.” Brian tisked. “Shame that. Now it’s all melted.”

How he could be admonishing you for leaving your bowl while it was entirely his fault you’d not had time, you weren’t sure. But he was, and it made you feel delightfully small.

“Do you like liquid ice cream Y/N?”

You didn’t really know what to answer, especially with him looming above you like this and stealing the breath from your chest. So you just shook your head.

Brian stared into your eyes for a moment, seeming to see into your soul and discover all your deepest secrets, before shrugging like his power over you was no big deal.

“It’s just as well,” Brian said, “More for me.”

Then he poured the cold liquid onto your bare stomach.

Notes:

Sorry for the evil cliff hanger again, but the chapter was already too long and I'd left you waiting for a while. More to come!

Chapter 38: Devoured

Notes:

Daddy kink warning ;)

You gasped at the sudden cold of the ice cream just above your navel and your abdominal muscles tensed under the pooling liquid. Your skin had flushed and heated so much under Brian’s gaze that it was shockingly cold, so you jerked your hips up off the table automatically, only to be pressed back down by a large hand.

Brian poured the sugary treat slowly and drew out every sensation on your skin, relishing the way you closed your eyes and inhaled in quick bursts so fast your chest shook. The cream ran down your flat stomach between your hip bones and emptied between your legs, as well as off the sides of your torso. You knew Brian was making an awful mess, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as he continued to drip the treat higher up your chest. He made sure that your breasts were well coated, with the hard nipples poking up through a layer of ice cream and chocolate. You found yourself wondering just how much liquid there was in the bowl, because he didn’t stop there, pouring it on your neck as well and finishing with a light spatter on your legs. It must just feel like you were covered in more than there actually was, you decided. It’s not like you’d experienced this before.

To top it all off, Brian placed the strawberries on various enticing parts of your body: the top of your thighs, your navel, the breastbone between your boobs, and at last in the pout of your lips. You supposed you wouldn’t be speaking much at the moment.

Your entire body felt sticky and uncomfortable as the cold dessert started to warm with your body heat, but it was worth it for the hungry growl you heard come from Brian’s throat. If that didn’t heat you after the cold ice cream, you didn’t know what would.

“Fuck baby girl… You really are a scrumptious treat.” He uttered the words in the lowest, most arousing voice he was capable of. It shot straight to your core and you forced yourself not to squirm and disrupt the fruit, for that would surely bring trouble.

He placed one long finger on your thigh and then dragged it, oh so slowly, over your trembling skin and tight stomach. He circled each breast with the rough digit, and from your position you could just see how he smirked when your breath hitched. Next thing you knew, the table jerked slightly as Brian pulled it towards him. He leaned over you, blocking out the light again, and caging you between his arms. The last thing you saw before you lost all coherent thought was the halo of white curls, backlit above your head.

Brian pressed his lips to your skin with a deep growl, and the feeling of their warm caress was all you could focus on. He didn’t waste any time to involve his tongue, stimulating every inch of your body as he licked off the chocolate and ice cream. He started just above your navel and made fervent work of the soft skin there. He pressed down hard with his tongue to make sure you felt every movement: not the least bit shy of exploring and tasting you.

You noticed that he paid particular attention to the areas he’d previously marked and bruised, loving the way you’d hiss with pain and pleasure as he pushed or bit there again. There was really something sexy in the way he insisted on claiming you. You enjoyed being his.

Every roll of his tongue and graze of his teeth against your torso sent your swollen sex into frantic pulses. You could feel yourself building to the edge of desperate pleasure, but you doubted he’d gift you the relief of release any time soon. This was to be your punishment for pretending to ignore him. You weren’t sure you would pass this sinful, wonderful test of remaining still under the arousing tickle of Brian’s lips.

Your nerves were on fire with want and desire, and you could do nothing but moan around the strawberry in your mouth as Brian took his fill.

The area of his enjoyment was heavy and hot but the trail of his saliva left your skin feeling colder than before, even with the sticky cream gone. Perhaps it was just the loss of his mouth. You wanted him to have all of you at once; you lusted to be completely enveloped within his demanding embrace.

The planets had aligned perfectly to bring the two of you together like this, because Brian seemed to want the same thing. He pulled his mouth off you once he’d cleaned your entire stomach, breathing heavily and moving to hover his head over yours. He stared at you through hooded eyes and sent his voice deep into your bones.

“You’re bringing out feelings I thought were long buried Y/N.” Brian’s face flashed to show his hunger and desire. “Every time I see you I want to devour you… to take you, mark you, and remind you that you’re MINE.”

He delved into your neck as the last word turned into a snarl, biting the skin there as well and sending a violent clench of pleasure through your muscles. You couldn’t help it. The berries on your stomach and thighs fell of as you sucked in a breath and bucked your hips off the table. Brian was just too much.

“And you love it.” He chuckled as he licked and nibbled beneath your jaw. “You’re a needy whore for me, aren’t you? Living out your dreams every time you get to suck my cock.”

You squeaked with indignation, but as you remembered where you were, lying on the table beneath him covered in chocolate, you admitted to yourself that he had a point.

“What was that darling? You want me to fuck your little mouth right now?”

How desperately you wanted to answer Brian with a resounding ‘YES’, but you couldn’t speak without spitting the strawberry. So you whined underneath him.

“Hmm… well I’m afraid that’s not going to happen.” You watched Brian’s smirk grow as he loomed above you. “I don’t think you deserve daddy’s cock right now. Perhaps I’ll leave you aching, so you have to fantasize with nothing but your own fingers and that damn poster over your bed.”

You blinked up at him with a bit of shock. So he HAD seen the poster, probably while he was ‘calming down’ and you were talking to Jenna. And the cheeky bastard waited until now to bring it up? Brian’s voice had turned almost bitter at the end, and his lips had set into a bit of a frown. How could a man be jealous of himself? You’d probably be more embarrassed if his reaction wasn’t so funny.

You shook your head as much as you could in your position, using your best puppy dog eyes to beg for him to keep touching you. You knew from experience that your fingers and fantasies couldn’t compare to the real man above you. He was so much more than you’d ever imagined.

“Always flattering to see one’s own image. It served as a nice reminder that I’m a selfish old bastard, taking advantage of another adoring woman.” Brian’s eyes flicked down briefly, then met yours again. They looked endless. “Lucky for you I’ve long since got over that.”

Even as you were shaking your head again in response to his first statement, your stomach dropped in delightful dark pleasure at his second. Another whine escaped your lips and filled the heavy air.

“You see…” Brian continued, “Your tight body and eager willingness are too bloody tempting to resist.” He bent over your face, coming close enough that you could fell his hot breath on your cheeks as he rumbled the last words. “But I don’t have to, and I never could.”

And he finally pressed down to eat the strawberry on your mouth, stealing the treat away even as he brushed his lips against yours.

You watched with open mouth and stained lips as he chewed the fruit, slow and tempting above your head. He was irresistible. You salivated at the way the muscles in his throat and jaw moved: so masculine and primal. The way the light framed his face was beautiful. His hair cast a shadow over his features, drenching the deeper lines in mystery and intrigue. You loved every bit of this man. Every added complexity from every year of full, accomplished life.

“You know I prefer you this way, right daddy?” Now able to talk you couldn’t help but remind him how attractive he was, especially after he showed he was capable of becoming envious over his own damn poster. He really was a jealous, possessive thing. All that ego balanced on a knife’s edge of self-doubt.

As he looked at you, face blank and eyes dark, he swallowed the strawberry. You could tell his intelligent mind was fixated on something, and recalled the first night you spent with him. How he’d said he picked you because you saw him for who he was, and not who he used to be. That’s why he took you with him, what set you apart from all the other gorgeous women he could have. You helped him feel good about himself. Helped him feel special once the roar of the crowd died down.

“I think you’re gorgeous and I wouldn’t change a thing.” It was the most sincere sentence you’d ever uttered, and you delighted in the reaction it caused.

Brian’s face it up into a smile, bright happiness flowing through his features and pooling in his eyes. It made you happy to see him happy. You were also genuinely amused by how he could look so cute moments after being the most erotic, dominating sex god you’d ever seen. But that was the dichotomy of Dr. Brian May.

“You know Y/N… somehow I actually believe you.” Brian’s smile took on a slightly smug affectation as he raised his bushy eyebrows. “But it’s not going to get you out of this. I’m simply enjoying my meal too much.”

As if to prove his point, he bent back down and ate the strawberry between your breasts.

You clenched your thighs together in want as you imagined just how evident his enjoyment would be, if you could see that big, swollen erection he’d been stroking earlier. You wondered if it would be rosy and leaking still. If he was driven to a heightened state of lust and desire just from tasting your flesh and seeing you lain out before him.

When Brian finished the fruit he immediately went back to your chest, licking, nibbling and sucking the tender skin there. Brian had made sure there was plenty of chocolate and ice cream coating your breasts, so he took his sweet time cleaning it off. His nose led the way along your skin, nudging and moving the weight of your bosom as he pressed his face into you hungrily. His warm tongue glided over every trail of syrup, and the brush of his pointed teeth left you a heaving, shaky mess on the table.

Finally, Brian closed his mouth over one of your pebbled nipples. He sucked and moaned around you, causing you to let out your own needy cries. The small apartment was filled with sounds of lust and pleasure: the satisfaction of a powerful predator and the keens of his willing prey.

Brian swirled his tongue around your areola until you were so sensitive you could scream, and then he gave your bud a quick nip before popping off and smirking at the startled yelp he caused. The man was an expert on balancing agony and pleasure.

He looked down at the rosy, puckered nipple where his mouth had been, and then dragged his eyes to meet yours.

“So fucking good baby girl.” He moved to mouth over the swell of your other breast, licking the remaining cream there as well. “You writhe and moan so pretty under me like this.”

Brian continued to tease you as he murmured against your wet skin.

“Such a responsive little thing, so sensitive when daddy sucks these perky tits.”

You made his words come true when he took your other nipple into his mouth and gave it the same treatment. The suction and tongue movements were divine. You felt them not just shooting through the nerves in your breast, but through your entire body. You knew you were a whining puddle, but it only got worse as Brian released your nub and licked one last, long, slow streak from your navel to your neck.

He stared down at you and licked his lips clean.

“Every part of you is mine to enjoy.”

God he was right.

“Please daddy.” You weren’t really sure what you were pleading for at this point, but you whined the phrase on shaky breath anyways.

“You beg so nicely darling. Maybe you can make up for acting like such a little brat earlier… teasing daddy, even after he’d been interrupted by one of your friends.”

He wandered down to the end of the table and grabbed your ankles roughly, pulling them apart and spreading your legs for him to see. You knew your vagina was swollen and dripping with arousal. Brian could easily tell what he’d done to you.

He hummed at the desperate sex that awaited him. “I didn’t have to stop you know Y/N. I bet you would have let me if I asked. I could have held you down and fucked your mouth so Jenna saw just how much of a dirty girl you are. How you let daddy use his toy.”

You were fully aware of how Brian could SEE your pussy clench and leak at his words, which made it do so even more. The shame and embarrassment was too delicious. You couldn’t stop your muscles from tightening and your limbs from squirming on the table. Fuck! You needed him to ram himself into your folds as soon as possible.

“Kinky little thing you are,” he continued lowly, holding your legs still with his vice-like grip and beginning to lick the chocolate off one of them, “You’d probably get off on someone watching. Somebody else knowing how you beg and whine for my cock.”

You moaned at his suggestion, going crazy at the feeling of his tongue and lips trailing higher and higher up your thigh.

“Did she see my marks Y/N?”

Brian bit the inside of your thigh and sucked hard, leaving another one as you replied.

“Of course she did daddy…” You were having a hard time speaking under the clever movements of his tongue so close to your nether regions. “You didn’t make them very easy to hide.”

The incorrigible man chuckled at your predicament, leaving nothing but a hot burst of air on your clit as he skipped over it and started cleaning your other leg. He was going to be the death of you as you melted into a puddle on this very table. You wanted him so badly it hurt.

“Can’t say I’m sorry.”

He moved further up your leg.

“I need everyone to know…”

Still he licked higher, sending a tremble through your quads.

“That they mustn’t touch…”

Brian was holding his face directly above your sex, moving his hands to grip your hips with rough possession. He inhaled deeply to savour your scent before growling the final words.

“What’s MINE.”

You absolutely loved when he declared you to be his, so you spasmed in glorious ecstasy when that fucking godly tongue finally lapped at your swollen, sensitive folds. It was a good thing Brian was holding you so strongly against the table, or else you may have fallen off with the strength of your muscles contracting.

He dragged over your labia and clit with his tongue, humming with satisfaction with both the sweet melted dessert and your own juices. He was quick and efficient, cleaning the remaining cream off the insides of your legs and leaving tingles of pleasure in your overwhelmed nerves. You could tell that he wasn’t focused so much on your enjoyment of the activity, not compared to the masterful skill he’d displayed in the airplane loo. But that had been a reward. This was not.

Nevertheless, the presence of Brian’s face between your legs at all was building pressure beautifully in your core. He knew it too, because he pulled off, nose and chin shining in the light, right when you were losing yourself in the feeling.

“I believe I told you to beg Y/N.” His words were hard and heated.

Your heart sped up immediately… Had he? You vaguely remembered him bringing it up earlier. Shit. You’d been too focused on the sounds of his delectable voice to add in your own needy one. However, you were always up for giving the man what he wanted.

“Please daddy,” you whined, “You’re so handsome… so smart and sexy. Please let me please you like you deserve.”

The words flowed from your mouth like a babbling stream; it was easy to give him complements, because when he had you like this, they were the only things running through your mind. He took complete control of your thoughts.

“I’m so sorry for my teasing. I want to be a good girl again.”

Brian had licked his lips while you were talking, and leaned over you to look you in the eye with a clean and controlled face. He was such a fucking smug bastard.

“You’re getting there… but I think you can do better.” He rubbed his thumbs over your protruding hip bones and you felt your stomach flutter at the feeling of his hands. “Are you ever going to ignore daddy again?”

“No Sir. I promise. I wanna please you whenever you want.” You squeezed your eyes closed and bucked your hips up in vain against his hands, not able to meet his eyes for the next words. “Use me daddy. I can be your good little fuck-toy.”

“Good baby… that’s more like it.” Brian’s voice was molten gold. “You don’t need to pretend you’re not always aching for me."

He was right. You ached to please him. You wanted to be good. The desire was burning at your core so much at this point that you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded. In any case, your helplessness seemed to turn Brian on, so it was working for both of you.

“PLEASE DADDY!” Your cry was hoarse and desperate as you pleaded with him to give you something, anything.

“Please what?”

You were shaking with frustration, needing the blunt pain of his cock in you more than anything before. And he was lapping it up.

“Please take me! Bite me. FUCK me. Use me… rip me apart with your gorgeous cock daddy.” You could feel yourself almost hyperventilating with arousal. “I’m yours to devour.”

It was the most delicious music to your ears when Brian growled through his teeth, drowning out even the pulsing blood in your ears. He dragged you towards him at the edge of the table, fast and rough, until your wet folds collided with his front and your legs were spread wide around his hips.

“Such a fucking good girl Y/N.” His voice was gravelly with lust and spit as if he finally lost control. “I think you’ve learned your lesson, or at least you will have when you can barely walk tonight.”

He lined his penis up with your dripping hole, and you immediately gasped at the delightful pressure of the width of him as he nudged against your entrance.

“You better remember those colours. Daddy’s not holding back.”

You looked at his face, still looming high above you, and felt the weight of a million tonnes in your stomach as the presence of him consumed you. His expression of ecstasy stole your breath, and you decided in that moment that you’d do anything to make sure he looked this way again and again.

“Green.”

Brian thrust into you, HARD, and your thoughts went blank.

Notes:

I'm SO sorry for another ending like this. It's just always a great place to have a chapter break :(

Chapter 39: Devoured (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as last chapter without the Daddy kink

You gasped at the sudden cold of the ice cream just above your navel and your abdominal muscles tensed under the pooling liquid. Your skin had flushed and heated so much under Brian’s gaze that it was shockingly cold, so you jerked your hips up off the table automatically, only to be pressed back down by a large hand.

Brian poured the sugary treat slowly and drew out every sensation on your skin, relishing the way you closed your eyes and inhaled in quick bursts so fast your chest shook. The cream ran down your flat stomach between your hip bones and emptied between your legs, as well as off the sides of your torso. You knew Brian was making an awful mess, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as he continued to drip the treat higher up your chest. He made sure that your breasts were well coated, with the hard nipples poking up through a layer of ice cream and chocolate. You found yourself wondering just how much liquid there was in the bowl, because he didn’t stop there, pouring it on your neck as well and finishing with a light spatter on your legs. It must just feel like you were covered in more than there actually was, you decided. It’s not like you’d experienced this before.

To top it all off, Brian placed the strawberries on various enticing parts of your body: the top of your thighs, your navel, the breastbone between your boobs, and at last in the pout of your lips. You supposed you wouldn’t be speaking much at the moment.

Your entire body felt sticky and uncomfortable as the cold dessert started to warm with your body heat, but it was worth it for the hungry growl you heard come from Brian’s throat. If that didn’t heat you after the cold ice cream, you didn’t know what would.

“Fuck baby girl… You really are a scrumptious treat.” He uttered the words in the lowest, most arousing voice he was capable of. It shot straight to your core and you forced yourself not to squirm and disrupt the fruit, for that would surely bring trouble.

He placed one long finger on your thigh and then dragged it, oh so slowly, over your trembling skin and tight stomach. He circled each breast with the rough digit, and from your position you could just see how he smirked when your breath hitched. Next thing you knew, the table jerked slightly as Brian pulled it towards him. He leaned over you, blocking out the light again, and caging you between his arms. The last thing you saw before you lost all coherent thought was the halo of white curls, backlit above your head.

Brian pressed his lips to your skin with a deep growl, and the feeling of their warm caress was all you could focus on. He didn’t waste any time to involve his tongue, stimulating every inch of your body as he licked off the chocolate and ice cream. He started just above your navel and made fervent work of the soft skin there. He pressed down hard with his tongue to make sure you felt every movement: not the least bit shy of exploring and tasting you.

You noticed that he paid particular attention to the areas he’d previously marked and bruised, loving the way you’d hiss with pain and pleasure as he pushed or bit there again. There was really something sexy in the way he insisted on claiming you. You enjoyed being his.

Every roll of his tongue and graze of his teeth against your torso sent your swollen sex into frantic pulses. You could feel yourself building to the edge of desperate pleasure, but you doubted he’d gift you the relief of release any time soon. This was to be your punishment for pretending to ignore him. You weren’t sure you would pass this sinful, wonderful test of remaining still under the arousing tickle of Brian’s lips.

Your nerves were on fire with want and desire, and you could do nothing but moan around the strawberry in your mouth as Brian took his fill.

The area of his enjoyment was heavy and hot but the trail of his saliva left your skin feeling colder than before, even with the sticky cream gone. Perhaps it was just the loss of his mouth. You wanted him to have all of you at once; you lusted to be completely enveloped within his demanding embrace.

The planets had aligned perfectly to bring the two of you together like this, because Brian seemed to want the same thing. He pulled his mouth off you once he’d cleaned your entire stomach, breathing heavily and moving to hover his head over yours. He stared at you through hooded eyes and sent his voice deep into your bones.

“You’re bringing out feelings I thought were long buried Y/N.” Brian’s face flashed to show his hunger and desire. “Every time I see you I want to devour you… to take you, mark you, and remind you that you’re MINE.”

He delved into your neck as the last word turned into a snarl, biting the skin there as well and sending a violent clench of pleasure through your muscles. You couldn’t help it. The berries on your stomach and thighs fell of as you sucked in a breath and bucked your hips off the table. Brian was just too much.

“And you love it.” He chuckled as he licked and nibbled beneath your jaw. “You’re a needy whore for me, aren’t you? Living out your dreams every time you get to suck my cock.”

You squeaked with indignation, but as you remembered where you were, lying on the table beneath him covered in chocolate, you admitted to yourself that he had a point.

“What was that darling? You want me to fuck your little mouth right now?”

How desperately you wanted to answer Brian with a resounding ‘YES’, but you couldn’t speak without spitting the strawberry. So you whined underneath him.

“Hmm… well I’m afraid that’s not going to happen.” You watched Brian’s smirk grow as he loomed above you. “I don’t think you deserve my cock right now. Perhaps I’ll leave you aching, so you have to fantasize with nothing but your own fingers and that damn poster over your bed.”

You blinked up at him with a bit of shock. So he HAD seen the poster, probably while he was ‘calming down’ and you were talking to Jenna. And the cheeky bastard waited until now to bring it up? Brian’s voice had turned almost bitter at the end, and his lips had set into a bit of a frown. How could a man be jealous of himself? You’d probably be more embarrassed if his reaction wasn’t so funny.

You shook your head as much as you could in your position, using your best puppy dog eyes to beg for him to keep touching you. You knew from experience that your fingers and fantasies couldn’t compare to the real man above you. He was so much more than you’d ever imagined.

“Always flattering to see one’s own image. It served as a nice reminder that I’m a selfish old bastard, taking advantage of another adoring woman.” Brian’s eyes flicked down briefly, then met yours again. They looked endless. “Lucky for you I’ve long since got over that.”

Even as you were shaking your head again in response to his first statement, your stomach dropped in delightful dark pleasure at his second. Another whine escaped your lips and filled the heavy air.

“You see…” Brian continued, “Your tight body and eager willingness are too bloody tempting to resist.” He bent over your face, coming close enough that you could fell his hot breath on your cheeks as he rumbled the last words. “But I don’t have to, and I never could.”

And he finally pressed down to eat the strawberry on your mouth, stealing the treat away even as he brushed his lips against yours.

You watched with open mouth and stained lips as he chewed the fruit, slow and tempting above your head. He was irresistible. You salivated at the way the muscles in his throat and jaw moved: so masculine and primal. The way the light framed his face was beautiful. His hair cast a shadow over his features, drenching the deeper lines in mystery and intrigue. You loved every bit of this man. Every added complexity from every year of full, accomplished life.

“You know I prefer you this way, right Sir?” Now able to talk you couldn’t help but remind him how attractive he was, especially after he showed he was capable of becoming envious over his own damn poster. He really was a jealous, possessive thing. All that ego balanced on a knife’s edge of self-doubt.

As he looked at you, face blank and eyes dark, he swallowed the strawberry. You could tell his intelligent mind was fixated on something, and recalled the first night you spent with him. How he’d said he picked you because you saw him for who he was, and not who he used to be. That’s why he took you with him, what set you apart from all the other gorgeous women he could have. You helped him feel good about himself. Helped him feel special once the roar of the crowd died down.

“I think you’re gorgeous and I wouldn’t change a thing.” It was the most sincere sentence you’d ever uttered, and you delighted in the reaction it caused.

Brian’s face it up into a smile, bright happiness flowing through his features and pooling in his eyes. It made you happy to see him happy. You were also genuinely amused by how he could look so cute moments after being the most erotic, dominating sex god you’d ever seen. But that was the dichotomy of Dr. Brian May.

“You know Y/N… somehow I actually believe you.” Brian’s smile took on a slightly smug affectation as he raised his bushy eyebrows. “But it’s not going to get you out of this. I’m simply enjoying my meal too much.”

As if to prove his point, he bent back down and ate the strawberry between your breasts.

You clenched your thighs together in want as you imagined just how evident his enjoyment would be, if you could see that big, swollen erection he’d been stroking earlier. You wondered if it would be rosy and leaking still. If he was driven to a heightened state of lust and desire just from tasting your flesh and seeing you lain out before him.

When Brian finished the fruit he immediately went back to your chest, licking, nibbling and sucking the tender skin there. Brian had made sure there was plenty of chocolate and ice cream coating your breasts, so he took his sweet time cleaning it off. His nose led the way along your skin, nudging and moving the weight of your bosom as he pressed his face into you hungrily. His warm tongue glided over every trail of syrup, and the brush of his pointed teeth left you a heaving, shaky mess on the table.

Finally, Brian closed his mouth over one of your pebbled nipples. He sucked and moaned around you, causing you to let out your own needy cries. The small apartment was filled with sounds of lust and pleasure: the satisfaction of a powerful predator and the keens of his willing prey.

Brian swirled his tongue around your areola until you were so sensitive you could scream, and then he gave your bud a quick nip before popping off and smirking at the startled yelp he caused. The man was an expert on balancing agony and pleasure.

He looked down at the rosy, puckered nipple where his mouth had been, and then dragged his eyes to meet yours.

“So fucking good baby girl.” He moved to mouth over the swell of your other breast, licking the remaining cream there as well. “You writhe and moan so pretty under me like this.”
Brian continued to tease you as he murmured against your wet skin.

“Such a responsive little thing, so sensitive when I suck these perky tits.”

You made his words come true when he took your other nipple into his mouth and gave it the same treatment. The suction and tongue movements were divine. You felt them not just shooting through the nerves in your breast, but through your entire body. You knew you were a whining puddle, but it only got worse as Brian released your nub and licked one last, long, slow streak from your navel to your neck.

He stared down at you and licked his lips clean.

“Every part of you is mine to enjoy.”

God he was right.

“Please Sir.” You weren’t really sure what you were pleading for at this point, but you whined the phrase on shaky breath anyways.

“You beg so nicely darling. Maybe you can make up for acting like such a little brat earlier… teasing me even after we’d been interrupted by one of your friends.”

He wandered down to the end of the table and grabbed your ankles roughly, pulling them apart and spreading your legs for him to see. You knew your vagina was swollen and dripping with arousal. Brian could easily tell what he’d done to you.

He hummed at the desperate sex that awaited him. “I didn’t have to stop you know Y/N. I bet you would have let me if I asked. I could have held you down and fucked your mouth so Jenna saw just how much of a dirty girl you are. How you let me use my little toy.”

You were fully aware of how Brian could SEE your pussy clench and leak at his words, which made it do so even more. The shame and embarrassment was too delicious. You couldn’t stop your muscles from tightening and your limbs from squirming on the table. Fuck! You needed him to ram himself into your folds as soon as possible.

“Kinky little thing you are,” he continued lowly, holding your legs still with his vice-like grip and beginning to lick the chocolate off one of them, “You’d probably get off on someone watching. Somebody else knowing how you beg and whine for my cock.”

You moaned at his suggestion, going crazy at the feeling of his tongue and lips trailing higher and higher up your thigh.

“Did she see my marks Y/N?”

Brian bit the inside of your thigh and sucked hard, leaving another one as you replied.

“Of course she did Sir…” You were having a hard time speaking under the clever movements of his tongue so close to your nether regions. “You didn’t make them very easy to hide.”

The incorrigible man chuckled at your predicament, leaving nothing but a hot burst of air on your clit as he skipped over it and started cleaning your other leg. He was going to be the death of you as you melted into a puddle on this very table. You wanted him so badly it hurt.

“Can’t say I’m sorry.”

He moved further up your leg.

“I need everyone to know…”

Still he licked higher, sending a tremble through your quads.

“That they mustn’t touch…”

Brian was holding his face directly above your sex, moving his hands to grip your hips with rough possession. He inhaled deeply to savour your scent before growling the final words.

“What’s MINE.”

You absolutely loved when he declared you to be his, so you spasmed in glorious ecstasy when that fucking godly tongue finally lapped at your swollen, sensitive folds. It was a good thing Brian was holding you so strongly against the table, or else you may have fallen off with the strength of your muscles contracting.

He dragged over your labia and clit with his tongue, humming with satisfaction with both the sweet melted dessert and your own juices. He was quick and efficient, cleaning the remaining cream off the insides of your legs and leaving tingles of pleasure in your overwhelmed nerves. You could tell that he wasn’t focused so much on your enjoyment of the activity, not compared to the masterful skill he’d displayed in the airplane loo. But that had been a reward. This was not.

Nevertheless, the presence of Brian’s face between your legs at all was building pressure beautifully in your core. He knew it too, because he pulled off, nose and chin shining in the light, right when you were losing yourself in the feeling.

“I believe I told you to beg Y/N.” His words were hard and heated.

Your heart sped up immediately… Had he? You vaguely remembered him bringing it up earlier. Shit. You’d been too focused on the sounds of his delectable voice to add in your own needy one. However, you were always up for giving the man what he wanted.

“Please Sir,” you whined, “You’re so handsome… so smart and sexy. Please let me please you like you deserve.”

The words flowed from your mouth like a babbling stream; it was easy to give him complements, because when he had you like this, they were the only things running through your mind. He took complete control of your thoughts.

“I’m so sorry for my teasing. I want to be a good girl again.”

Brian had licked his lips while you were talking, and leaned over you to look you in the eye with a clean and controlled face. He was such a fucking smug bastard.

“You’re getting there… but I think you can do better.” He rubbed his thumbs over your protruding hip bones and you felt your stomach flutter at the feeling of his hands. “Are you ever going to ignore me again?”

“No Sir. I promise. I wanna please you whenever you want.” You squeezed your eyes closed and bucked your hips up in vain against his hands, not able to meet his eyes for the next words. “Use me Sir. I can be your good little fuck-toy.”

“Good baby… that’s more like it.” Brian’s voice was molten gold. “You don’t need to pretend you’re not always aching for me."

He was right. You ached to please him. You wanted to be good. The desire was burning at your core so much at this point that you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded. In any case, your helplessness seemed to turn Brian on, so it was working for both of you.

“PLEASE SIR!” Your cry was hoarse and desperate as you pleaded with him to give you something, anything.

“Please what?”

You were shaking with frustration, needing the blunt pain of his cock in you more than anything before. And he was lapping it up.

“Please take me! Bite me. FUCK me. Use me… rip me apart with your gorgeous cock.” You could feel yourself almost hyperventilating with arousal. “I’m yours to devour.”

It was the most delicious music to your ears when Brian growled through his teeth, drowning out even the pulsing blood in your ears. He dragged you towards him at the edge of the table, fast and rough, until your wet folds collided with his front and your legs were spread wide around his hips.

“Such a fucking good girl Y/N.” His voice was gravelly with lust and spit as if he finally lost control. “I think you’ve learned your lesson, or at least you will have when you can barely walk tonight.”

He lined his penis up with your dripping hole, and you immediately gasped at the delightful pressure of the width of him as he nudged against your entrance.

“You better remember those colours. I’m not holding back.”

You looked at his face, still looming high above you, and felt the weight of a million tonnes in your stomach as the presence of him consumed you. His expression of ecstasy stole your breath, and you decided in that moment that you’d do anything to make sure he looked this way again and again.

“Green.”

Brian thrust into you, HARD, and your thoughts went blank.

Notes:

I'm SO sorry to end the chapter like this again. It's just always a good place to put a break :(

Chapter 40: Addicted

Notes:

Here you go: pretty big Daddy kink warning... this one's a doozy.
I'll post the non-daddy kink version tomorrow, as it's going to take a bit of editing.

Also, in case you missed it, I edited the previous chapter a bit after posting: adding a few paragraphs more of Bri cleaning the chocolate off Y/N's chest... so she's completely clean now!

Hope you enjoy!

You were lucky Brian had teased you for so long, because if you weren’t absolutely dripping with wetness and arousal the rough plunge of his cock into your channel would have been agony. No matter how many times Brian filled you over these weeks, you knew you would never truly be prepared for the size of him. It was probably why he always led with so much foreplay; he had to get you desperate enough to welcome the brutal stretch around his shaft.

As it was, your insides were burning with pleasant pain at the sudden intrusion. Every nerve in your walls was firing with the hot friction of his penis entering you, finally filling your body and mind with everything he had. Pushing his passions and desires into you and bringing you along with him in the pleasure of the act.

You were filled so full, impaled so deep as he thrust almost all the way in, that your spine curled on the table, trying to feel him reaching far into your core. You cried and writhed underneath him at the sensation. He made you feel so good. So completely owned and fulfilled as he stuffed himself all the way to the bottom of your womb, brushing against your cervix.

Brian was breathing heavily above you. You could hear him push each burst of air from his nose and mouth with purpose, holding himself back from pulling out and thrusting in to you again already. You were humbled and awed by the pure masculine power he held in steady restraint. The man could take you hard and rough, and he’d promised he would later, but he cared about you enough to make sure you were ready for it.

Closed hazel eyes creased as Brian’s brow furrowed in pleasure and his voice rumbled deep into your bones. “Ugh… you’re so fucking tight baby girl.”

You moaned and clenched your thighs at his words; you loved that pet name. It was kinky and hot, but the motion sent a jolt through your nerves as your muscles tightened around his hard cock, and caused Brian to hiss through his teeth.

“You’ve gotta relax,” he grunted, “Or it’s gonna hurt.”

“S… Sorry daddy.” Your voice was weak, but you were surprised you could speak at all so overwhelmed by his manhood. “I’m trying.”

“I know honey. It’s okay.” He rubbed his thumbs along your pelvis where he was holding you. “I should have gone slower… I was caught up in the moment.”

His eyes connected with yours, and you could see the look of concern on his face.

“No! It was good… It IS good.” You panicked slightly under him, forcing your muscles to loosen and trying to get him impossibly further inside you so that he was fully sheathed. You welcomed the dull pain, craved it even. He’d worked you up to such a state earlier that you were aching to be filled: to be fucked and used and punished for your misbehaviour.

“I said I wanted you to tear me apart,” you reached up to grip his strong forearms, “and I meant it.”

Brian’s pupils grew further. “I know Y/N… God you’re perfect…”

Those words, along with the huge presence of him inside you, were something special.

“I just forget sometimes,” he continued, “how cute and little you are.”

That may be true, but it shouldn’t stop him from fucking your brains out on the hard wooden table.

“I’m not delicate,” you told him, “I won’t break. Now please let me make you feel good daddy. I deserve it for being such a brat.”

You could feel his thick cock twitch inside you then, and you knew you had your dominant man back. There was just one thing to add.

“Fuck your little pet with that big, beautiful cock.”

Brian couldn’t help himself after your begging and he tightened his fingers around you. You knew there would be fresh bruising when he was done, but that was a bonus. As your stomach fluttered in anticipation of his movement, a deep resonating voice carried to your ears.

“I intend to.”

Brian pushed in the last little bit, groaning as his balls settled against you. You felt like you were more parts him than you, with so much length and girth within your hole. Your walls were quivering with the stretch and there was nothing you could do about it. Brian held you still and pressed your hips down into the table while he enjoyed the feeling of you completely around him. Likewise, you savoured the large intrusion of him inside, touching you in all the right places. You loved to be connected to him like this, stretched delightfully wide and deep, knowing that you were able to take every inch of him. You were able to please him, and there was nothing you wanted more.

All the breath left your chest in an overwhelmed, appreciative sigh. “Thank you daddy.”

Brian bit his bottom lip in bliss and exhaled out his nose, gathering himself before he growled quietly. “I like that baby. I want you to thank me for all the things I do for you while I fuck you. You need to make up for playing silly games.”

“Yes Sir.”

And with that, the long shaft inside of you started moving. You sucked in a ragged breath as you felt everything, every vein on his skin, pressing against your most sensitive parts. The angle of your body on the table and the sheer size of Brian made it feel like your entire core was dragged back as he pulled out, only to fold in on itself when he pushed back in. You were being pulled apart below him: the strong hands at your hips the only thing keeping you from sliding across the wooden surface.

The pace was slow and shallow at first, as Brian probably wasn’t able to move much with you impaled so tight around him, but you knew from how good he felt inside you, that his thick member would be coated and slippery in no time.

The hot friction was good, and the stretch was exquisite, but it wasn’t yet enough. You eagerly and wantonly awaited the moment when Brian began thrusting in earnest. You craved the consuming pleasure of his manhood pounding into you, taking the necessity of thoughts away and filling your mind with numb appreciation for him. He was exactly what you wanted; he was a God. And he wanted you to tell him as much while you writhed on his cock. Oh, how you loved that ego-driven beast.

You moaned openly at the sensation of his thrusts, not exaggerating, but letting yourself fall deep into the feeling without self-consciousness. “You make me feel so good daddy,” you said, “So full and so stretched… I’m so lucky you give me your wonderful cock.”

Your words were dripping with sweet grateful praise, and Brian was eating it up. His eyes were closed and he had his head tilted up towards the ceiling in ecstasy. You could see the straining tendons in his neck as he held himself rigid with control. Every time he moved his hips he pulled back further, giving you more pressure and searing heat when he plunged back in. Even with his hands holding you down, your bare back was starting to slide against the table top. There were going to be marks at the end of this.

“You’re so BIG inside me, and– Ahh!” You cried out after a particularly deep thrust: Brian obviously got off on the size kink. “…And nothing else will ever compare.”

A thick, rough masculine snarl filled the air.

“Is that all I am to you Y/N? …A cock to stuff you full?”

He punctuated his sentence with another hard thrust, and for the first time you felt the table scrape across the floor underneath you. The beautiful ache was building steadily inside, and you moved your legs higher up Brian’s back and locked them there, hoping to feel him deeper still.

“Of course not,” your voice was getting hoarse and unsteady from the repeated stimulation. “You’re smart and kind and unique. Every part of you is handsome and sexy.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to breathe as well as possible while Brian stole all your air and plundered your body.

“The most beautiful, tempting man in the world… I want you every minute of every day.”

If there was ever a man who preened when being called beautiful, it was Brian. He would probably even enjoy it if you told him he had pretty hair. The feminine language didn’t matter, because he was enough of a man to accept the words. He took great care in is appearance when it mattered, and wasn’t afraid to show off in bold, eye-catching clothing. ’We was glam’ indeed.

Brian hummed in appreciation and moved one of his hands to your lower abdomen, spreading his long fingers across the entire expanse and pressing down to feel himself thrust within you.

“I want you too little darling… young and pretty and desperate to please. So sweet and gorgeous and all fucking MINE to take.”

The table slid again when Brian pushed hard and claimed you, now about half way across the kitchen. Your insides were pulsing and clamping with mind-numbing pleasure around his large, hard cock. He filled your nubile body with more and more delicious length, thrusting deeper each time, and it was all too much and never enough at the same time. You were aching to come, but floating on the high of being penetrated you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it. You’d get your sweet release when Brian wanted you to.

“Give me your hand Y/N,” his strong voice interrupted your delirium, and you did as he said.

Brian placed your palm where his hand had been on your stomach, and then covered it with his own. At first you were struck by the sheer size disparity between the two appendages; Brian’s completely engulfed your own. You soft skin was blocked from view by the back of his hand, lined as it was with prominent tendons and veins that highlighted the beauty of his long fingers. These were hands that had seen and done it all, and now here they were caressing your body.

But then Brian moved once more, and you felt it. Both inside and out. It was like nothing you’d ever known. Brian’s warm hand pressed yours down into your pelvis as he thrust his cock through your folds and deep into your channel, trapping you between both parts of him in some kind of erotic, all-encompassing embrace.

He’d made you do this once before, the very first time he was inside you. That had been otherworldly, exciting, and terrifying all at once, as you experienced the feeling of his well-endowed flesh enter you. This time, the angle of the act was different… and you could feel SO much more. Fuck. He was HUGE within you.

“Do you feel that baby?” Brian leaned down closer to your face and whispered with heated breath. “I bet if we moved our hands we could almost see when I move inside you.”

You were absolutely losing it beneath him, panting and short of breath as another wave of pleasure rolled through you thanks to this incredible man.

“Yes…” you clenched your walls around him to feel the shift it caused against your palm, “Oh my God. I can feel EVERYTHING.”

“Good Y/N, because I want you to know exactly how well I fill you up.” He closed the short gap left between your lips, and gave you a slow, deep, possessive kiss, like he was trying to imprint his taste within you. When he pulled back, and the trail of saliva broke to fall against his flushed bottom lip, you found yourself trapped within beautiful, dark, hungry eyes.

“Daddy takes good care of his little girl.”

The rumbled tenor of his voice reverberated in your ears and the wave of appreciation, attraction and primal lust you felt for this man completely obliterated your soul. You were lost within him. There was no turning back. As Brian re-grabbed your hips and started thrusting anew, you just lay back and welcomed his invasion into your mind and body, feeling him take you inside and through the hand that you kept on your stomach.

“FUCK yes you do daddy.” Your pussy squeezed and throbbed and dripped around him as he slammed into your core again and again, driving your back into the wood and the wood across the floor. “I’m so lucky!”

Eventually the end of the table bumped into the counter, and it could move no further. Good thing you had a small kitchen. Now Brian could really hammer into you, with purchase to rock you against. And he did.

You were incoherent with need, overstimulated and stretched into a leaking mess as Brian pounded your hole. All you could think was ‘More, more, daddy, please, daddy!’ and you weren’t sure if the words were making it into the air, or if Brian just heard frantic moaning as you heaved to meet every one of his trusts and drive him deeper. You could swear he was bottoming out every time, smashing the thick head of his glorious cock into your cervix. It hurt so good.

What you could just make out, being so attuned to it at the moment, was the sound of Brian’s voice. He chanted as he fucked you, punctuating each thought with another long thrust.

“I give you everything you need. Nobody but me.” He was grunting loud and passionately. “I’ll buy you all the gifts you want, make you happy… and nothing else will matter.”

The pace was fast, and you were incredibly close to coming: literally shaking with pleasure and need.

“My presents,” he said.

“My words.”

“My needs.”

“My cock.”

Each plunge pushed you closer, and you knew you were gone. The tight, swollen arousal in your sex was too much, even without anyone touching your aching bud of nerves.

“MINE!” Brian growled the last word through clenched teeth, and it was the last thing you heard.

You shrieked in ecstasy as your orgasm crashed through you like an avalanche, or a supernova of blinding white light. It almost hurt, you came so hard around his cock. As you writhed and pulsed and all the muscles in your core convulsed in the biggest energy release you’d ever felt, you heard Brian call out as well, and the tell-tale warmth of his completion filled you even more.

The world was black and fuzzy was you lay there boneless. The only thing you were conscious of was the steady throbbing of your still-clenching walls, and the heavy heat of Brian’s upper body pressed against you on the table.

You were his, completely and fully. There was nothing better than pleasing this man. Of knowing that you were able to give him- this wonderful, powerful, extraordinary God- something that nobody else could, even if only at this moment.

You didn’t know how long you spent trapped underneath Brian, but as your thoughts slowly came back, you tried to make sense of the emotions running through your veins. Maybe he was doing the same. He certainly wasn’t moving, just breathing heavily upon you. But it was okay; you welcomed the weight. He could do what he wanted.

You thought about Brian.

So much for controlling your fall… it was too late. You couldn’t explain the true nature of your feelings for the intelligent, intriguing, masculine perfection above you, but it felt a lot like love. And that was terrifying. Because you knew it couldn’t be returned.

You knew at once that you’d been fooling yourself these past few days, wrapped up in the world and pleasures of Brian. No matter what excuses you used, your relationship with him wasn’t healthy. But it was all-consuming, and you didn’t want out. You were obsessed, and he was addicted, and together you were feeding each other into madness.

It had been three days. Three days! And he’d fucked you almost non-stop since the first night. You were scared to think of what he was like when he was younger and able to go more than one round. He’d risked a lot of exposure to bring you on tour, and you’d literally rearranged your life to come with him. Or were about to. And it shocked you all the more to know that after this realization you weren’t going to change your plans. You were jumping head-first off a cliff, and you KNEW it would end badly. But the fall made you feel more alive than ever before.

Then Brian stirred, and your thoughts immediately shifted to what he needed now.

Notes:

Well, there you go! Here comes the angst...

Chapter 41: Addicted (Alternate)

Notes:

Non-daddy kink version of last chapter :)

You were lucky Brian had teased you for so long, because if you weren’t absolutely dripping with wetness and arousal the rough plunge of his cock into your channel would have been agony. No matter how many times Brian filled you over these weeks, you knew you would never truly be prepared for the size of him. It was probably why he always led with so much foreplay; he had to get you desperate enough to welcome the brutal stretch around his shaft.

As it was, your insides were burning with pleasant pain at the sudden intrusion. Every nerve in your walls was firing with the hot friction of his penis entering you, finally filling your body and mind with everything he had. Pushing his passions and desires into you and bringing you along with him in the pleasure of the act.

You were filled so full, impaled so deep as he thrust almost all the way in, that your spine curled on the table, trying to feel him reaching far into your core. You cried and writhed underneath him at the sensation. He made you feel so good. So completely owned and fulfilled as he stuffed himself all the way to the bottom of your womb, brushing against your cervix.

Brian was breathing heavily above you. You could hear him push each burst of air from his nose and mouth with purpose, holding himself back from pulling out and thrusting in to you again already. You were humbled and awed by the pure masculine power he held in steady restraint. The man could take you hard and rough, and he’d promised he would later, but he cared about you enough to make sure you were ready for it.

Closed hazel eyes creased as Brian’s brow furrowed in pleasure and his voice rumbled deep into your bones. “Ugh… you’re so fucking tight baby girl.”

You moaned and clenched your thighs at his words; you loved that pet name. It was kinky and hot, but the motion sent a jolt through your nerves as your muscles tightened around his hard cock, and caused Brian to hiss through his teeth.

“You’ve gotta relax,” he grunted, “Or it’s gonna hurt.”

“S… Sorry Sir.” Your voice was weak, but you were surprised you could speak at all so overwhelmed by his manhood. “I’m trying.”

“I know honey. It’s okay.” He rubbed his thumbs along your pelvis where he was holding you. “I should have gone slower… I was caught up in the moment.”
His eyes connected with yours, and you could see the look of concern on his face.

“No! It was good… It IS good.” You panicked slightly under him, forcing your muscles to loosen and trying to get him impossibly further inside you so that he was fully sheathed. You welcomed the dull pain, craved it even. He’d worked you up to such a state earlier that you were aching to be filled: to be fucked and used and punished for your misbehaviour.

“I said I wanted you to tear me apart,” you reached up to grip his strong forearms, “and I meant it.”

Brian’s pupils grew further. “I know Y/N… God you’re perfect…”

Those words, along with the huge presence of him inside you, were something special.

“I just forget sometimes,” he continued, “how cute and little you are.”

That may be true, but it shouldn’t stop him from fucking your brains out on the hard wooden table.

“I’m not delicate,” you told him, “I won’t break. Now please let me make you feel good Sir. I deserve it for being such a brat.”

You could feel his thick cock twitch inside you then, and you knew you had your dominant man back. There was just one thing to add.

“Fuck your little pet with that big, beautiful cock.”

Brian couldn’t help himself after your begging and he tightened his fingers around you. You knew there would be fresh bruising when he was done, but that was a bonus. As your stomach fluttered in anticipation of his movement, a deep resonating voice carried to your ears.

“I intend to.”

Brian pushed in the last little bit, groaning as his balls settled against you. You felt like you were more parts him than you, with so much length and girth within your hole. Your walls were quivering with the stretch and there was nothing you could do about it. Brian held you still and pressed your hips down into the table while he enjoyed the feeling of you completely around him. Likewise, you savoured the large intrusion of him inside, touching you in all the right places. You loved to be connected to him like this, stretched delightfully wide and deep, knowing that you were able to take every inch of him. You were able to please him, and there was nothing you wanted more.

All the breath left your chest in an overwhelmed, appreciative sigh. “Thank you Sir.”

Brian bit his bottom lip in bliss and exhaled out his nose, gathering himself before he growled quietly. “I like that baby. I want you to thank me for all the things I do for you while I fuck you. You need to make up for playing silly games.”

“Yes Sir."

And with that, the long shaft inside of you started moving. You sucked in a ragged breath as you felt everything, every vein on his skin, pressing against your most sensitive parts. The angle of your body on the table and the sheer size of Brian made it feel like your entire core was dragged back as he pulled out, only to fold in on itself when he pushed back in. You were being pulled apart below him: the strong hands at your hips the only thing keeping you from sliding across the wooden surface.

The pace was slow and shallow at first, as Brian probably wasn’t able to move much with you impaled so tight around him, but you knew from how good he felt inside you, that his thick member would be coated and slippery in no time.

The hot friction was good, and the stretch was exquisite, but it wasn’t yet enough. You eagerly and wantonly awaited the moment when Brian began thrusting in earnest. You craved the consuming pleasure of his manhood pounding into you, taking the necessity of thoughts away and filling your mind with numb appreciation for him. He was exactly what you wanted; he was a God. And he wanted you to tell him as much while you writhed on his cock. Oh, how you loved that ego-driven beast.

You moaned openly at the sensation of his thrusts, not exaggerating, but letting yourself fall deep into the feeling without self-consciousness. “You make me feel so good Sir,” you said, “So full and so stretched… I’m so lucky you give me your wonderful cock.”

Your words were dripping with sweet grateful praise, and Brian was eating it up. His eyes were closed and he had his head tilted up towards the ceiling in ecstasy. You could see the straining tendons in his neck as he held himself rigid with control. Every time he moved his hips he pulled back further, giving you more pressure and searing heat when he plunged back in. Even with his hands holding you down, your bare back was starting to slide against the table top. There were going to be marks at the end of this.

“You’re so BIG inside me, and– Ahh!” You cried out after a particularly deep thrust: Brian obviously got off on the size kink. “…And nothing else will ever compare.”

A thick, rough masculine snarl filled the air.

“Is that all I am to you Y/N? …A cock to stuff you full?”

He punctuated his sentence with another hard thrust, and for the first time you felt the table scrape across the floor underneath you. The beautiful ache was building steadily inside, and you moved your legs higher up Brian’s back and locked them there, hoping to feel him deeper still.

“Of course not,” your voice was getting hoarse and unsteady from the repeated stimulation. “You’re smart and kind and unique. Every part of you is handsome and sexy.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to breathe as well as possible while Brian stole all your air and plundered your body.

“The most beautiful, tempting man in the world… I want you every minute of every day.”

If there was ever a man who preened when being called beautiful, it was Brian. He would probably even enjoy it if you told him he had pretty hair. The feminine language didn’t matter, because he was enough of a man to accept the words. He took great care in is appearance when it mattered, and wasn’t afraid to show off in bold, eye-catching clothing. ’We was glam’ indeed.

Brian hummed in appreciation and moved one of his hands to your lower abdomen, spreading his long fingers across the entire expanse and pressing down to feel himself thrust within you.

“I want you too little darling… young and pretty and desperate to please. So sweet and gorgeous and all fucking MINE to take.”

The table slid again when Brian pushed hard and claimed you, now about half way across the kitchen. Your insides were pulsing and clamping with mind-numbing pleasure around his large, hard cock. He filled your nubile body with more and more delicious length, thrusting deeper each time, and it was all too much and never enough at the same time. You were aching to come, but floating on the high of being penetrated you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it. You’d get your sweet release when Brian wanted you to.

“Give me your hand Y/N,” his strong voice interrupted your delirium, and you did as he said.

Brian placed your palm where his hand had been on your stomach, and then covered it with his own. At first you were struck by the sheer size disparity between the two appendages; Brian’s completely engulfed your own. You soft skin was blocked from view by the back of his hand, lined as it was with prominent tendons and veins that highlighted the beauty of his long fingers. These were hands that had seen and done it all, and now here they were caressing your body.

But then Brian moved once more, and you felt it. Both inside and out. It was like nothing you’d ever known. Brian’s warm hand pressed yours down into your pelvis as he thrust his cock through your folds and deep into your channel, trapping you between both parts of him in some kind of erotic, all-encompassing embrace.

He’d made you do this once before, the very first time he was inside you. That had been otherworldly, exciting, and terrifying all at once, as you experienced the feeling of his well-endowed flesh enter you. This time, the angle of the act was different… and you could feel SO much more. Fuck. He was HUGE within you.

“Do you feel that baby?” Brian leaned down closer to your face and whispered with heated breath. “I bet if we moved our hands we could almost see when I move inside you.”

You were absolutely losing it beneath him, panting and short of breath as another wave of pleasure rolled through you thanks to this incredible man.

“Yes…” you clenched your walls around him to feel the shift it caused against your palm, “Oh my God. I can feel EVERYTHING.”

“Good Y/N, because I want you to know exactly how well I fill you up.” He closed the short gap left between your lips, and gave you a slow, deep, possessive kiss, like he was trying to imprint his taste within you. When he pulled back, and the trail of saliva broke to fall against his flushed bottom lip, you found yourself trapped within beautiful, dark, hungry eyes.

“I take good care of my little girl.”

The rumbled tenor of his voice reverberated in your ears and the wave of appreciation, attraction and primal lust you felt for this man completely obliterated your soul. You were lost within him. There was no turning back. As Brian re-grabbed your hips and started thrusting anew, you just lay back and welcomed his invasion into your mind and body, feeling him take you inside and through the hand that you kept on your stomach.

“FUCK yes you do Sir.” Your pussy squeezed and throbbed and dripped around him as he slammed into your core again and again, driving your back into the wood and the wood across the floor. “I’m so lucky!”

Eventually the end of the table bumped into the counter, and it could move no further. Good thing you had a small kitchen. Now Brian could really hammer into you, with purchase to rock you against. And he did.

You were incoherent with need, overstimulated and stretched into a leaking mess as Brian pounded your hole. All you could think was ‘More, more, Sir, please, Brian!’ and you weren’t sure if the words were making it into the air, or if Brian just heard frantic moaning as you heaved to meet every one of his trusts and drive him deeper. You could swear he was bottoming out every time, smashing the thick head of his glorious cock into your cervix. It hurt so good.

What you could just make out, being so attuned to it at the moment, was the sound of Brian’s voice. He chanted as he fucked you, punctuating each thought with another long thrust.

“I give you everything you need. Nobody but me.” He was grunting loud and passionately. “I’ll buy you all the gifts you want, make you happy… and nothing else will matter.”

The pace was fast, and you were incredibly close to coming: literally shaking with pleasure and need.

“My presents,” he said.

“My words.”

“My needs.”

“My cock.”

Each plunge pushed you closer, and you knew you were gone. The tight, swollen arousal in your sex was too much, even without anyone touching your aching bud of nerves.

“MINE!” Brian growled the last word through clenched teeth, and it was the last thing you heard.

You shrieked in ecstasy as your orgasm crashed through you like an avalanche, or a supernova of blinding white light. It almost hurt, you came so hard around his cock. As you writhed and pulsed and all the muscles in your core convulsed in the biggest energy release you’d ever felt, you heard Brian call out as well, and the tell-tale warmth of his completion filled you even more.

The world was black and fuzzy was you lay there boneless. The only thing you were conscious of was the steady throbbing of your still-clenching walls, and the heavy heat of Brian’s upper body pressed against you on the table.

You were his, completely and fully. There was nothing better than pleasing this man. Of knowing that you were able to give him- this wonderful, powerful, extraordinary God- something that nobody else could, even if only at this moment.

You didn’t know how long you spent trapped underneath Brian, but as your thoughts slowly came back, you tried to make sense of the emotions running through your veins. Maybe he was doing the same. He certainly wasn’t moving, just breathing heavily upon you. But it was okay; you welcomed the weight. He could do what he wanted.

You thought about Brian.

So much for controlling your fall… it was too late. You couldn’t explain the true nature of your feelings for the intelligent, intriguing, masculine perfection above you, but it felt a lot like love. And that was terrifying. Because you knew it couldn’t be returned.

You knew at once that you’d been fooling yourself these past few days, wrapped up in the world and pleasures of Brian. No matter what excuses you used, your relationship with him wasn’t healthy. But it was all-consuming, and you didn’t want out. You were obsessed, and he was addicted, and together you were feeding each other into madness.

It had been three days. Three days! And he’d fucked you almost non-stop since the first night. You were scared to think of what he was like when he was younger and able to go more than one round. He’d risked a lot of exposure to bring you on tour, and you’d literally rearranged your life to come with him. Or were about to. And it shocked you all the more to know that after this realization you weren’t going to change your plans. You were jumping head-first off a cliff, and you KNEW it would end badly. But the fall made you feel more alive than ever before.

Then Brian stirred, and your thoughts immediately shifted to what he needed now.

Notes:

Hope you liked it! Here comes the angst...

Chapter 42: Aftermath

Notes:

Daddy kink warning! As always there is an alternate chapter to follow!

I'm so sorry I took so long to get this up... I hope it's worth it! Life is getting busy again so the updates will be slow for a while unfortunately, but I won't stop!

When Brian pulled off and out of you he was slow and gentle, but as the cooling cum ran down your thighs you felt the same sudden emptiness you always did when he removed himself. Everything was easy when he was buried inside you; you knew your body satisfied him and you could feel every enjoyment in the twitch of his cock. But as soon as that primal connection was gone, your head was spinning and desperate to figure out how else to please him.

It was pathetic and obsessive how doleful you were towards Brian, but you couldn’t help yourself. Every complement and crooked little smile he threw your way tightened your chest and made you yearn for more.

The table squeaked slightly as Brian lifted his weight, quickly being drowned out by the low grunt from his throat.

“Bloody hell darling…” he breathed deeply, “You’re absolutely wonderful.”

You once again blushed at the praise and couldn’t find your voice for a second, stuck high in the back of your mouth as your heart expanded to push it there. “You are too Brian,” you said shakily. “I’m so happy to be coming on tour with you.”

Your words were honest, and the meaning rang true. Your chest fluttered at the soft smile that appeared on Brian’s face. He was disheveled, sweaty and red from passionate exertion, but there was a genuine twinkle in his eyes as they creased into happy lines.

“I’m very pleased you’re joining us too Y/N…” he ran his gaze down your still-naked form on the table in front of him. “But I don’t know quite how me back’s gonna hold up, with everything I want to do to you.” You squeaked a little when he punctuated his sentence with a pinch just above your hip.

You watched as Brian’s smirk morphed into a knitted brow and self-effacing wince. He was joking and playful, but you could detect the hint of sadness within as he brought his hand up to rest on the offensive area. Any limitations he had didn’t bother you; you would be happy just to do anything and everything he wanted, when he felt he was able. You didn’t want him to try too hard to impress you, but from the pounding you’d just received you doubted he would have any problems with that.

“That’s what an athletic trainer is for Bri… someone to help prevent those injuries from occurring.”

The broad shoulders above you bounced slightly as Brian laughed. “You’re right of course. I’m so lucky you’re here to take care of these tired muscles.” His voice grew darker then, and there was a tinge of naughtiness in his smile. “But that’s not all THIS athletic trainer is for…”

He leaned down as he drew out the words and captured your lips with his one last time. He lingered in the kiss, as if trying to catch a piece of you to keep for himself when he pulled away. But Brian didn’t need to capture a reminder of you. He had your entire soul, and the beating of your heart as he whispered hot breath over your face just proved it.

“…THIS beautiful, smart, kind young woman is making an old man very happy.”

You blinked up at him, overcome with his presence, and your eyes strained to focus on his sharp nose so close. “You’re not old daddy; you’re distinguished.”

You felt Brian’s warm exhale again as he breathed through his nose, amused at your answer. You could tell he liked the praise, obviously, and enjoyed you calling him that name so boldly. It felt all at once hot, forbidden and natural, and it was exactly how you saw him at the moment: lying naked as you were under his appreciative stare.

Brian straightened above you on the table and placed his big hands on your hips, caressing your sides softly. Even after the hard, draining climax he gave you minutes ago, the touch of his callused fingers sent tremors through your skin. You were caught in his endless hazel eyes as he smiled down upon you.

“And you, sweetheart, are a very tempting little treat.” As if to make his point, Brian flicked his gaze to the empty bowls and melted ice cream mess that was left from earlier. “Now let’s get you cleaned up before I get hungry again.”

With that, Brian helped you sit up on the edge of the table. You followed his direction willingly, but were suddenly surprised when a sharp pain joined the dull ache between your legs. You must have winced at the sensation, because Brian immediately stilled, and worried eyes met yours.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” He asked quickly, “Are you okay?”

The pain passed as quickly as it came, so you nodded at Brian as you adjusted your position. “Yes, I’m fine. Still a bit sore I guess… Nothing to worry about.”

You were being honest with him, for other than the pleasant tenderness he always left you with, you were feeling normal. The twinge must have come from pressure on a particularly sore area during your movement. Your back and bottom were slightly bruised as well, from the way they throbbed with muted ache, but you loved it. The heady sensations showed how good you had been for Brian: how you brought out his deep passions and urges. How you satisfied him. You were immensely proud of them and welcomed the reminders on your skin. Brian NEVER truly hurt you. And you had to help him remember that.

“Please tell me if you’re in pain,” his shining eyes pleaded, “I don’t want you to hide these things from me.”

You looked at him, almost level with his face from your seat on the table, and reached out to rub the side of his arm in reassurance. “I’m not in pain Brian, but I am a little tender. There’s a difference. You made me feel so unbelievably good… and a small physical reminder is appreciated…” You smiled and tilted your head, giving him a wink as you drew out your words. “You should know, Mr. ‘You’re not going to be able to walk tonight’.”

Brian winced in embarrassment and shifted his gaze to the ceiling for a moment, as if trying to hide from judgement. “Did I really say that?”

“Yes you did,” you smiled fondly at the memory, “Or something along those lines.”

“Oh my God…” Brian trailed off, obviously mortified by his actions in the heat of passion.

You chuckled to yourself at his reaction, but quickly let him off the hook. “I loved it,” you said, and a swell of pride expanded in your chest as you watched him unclench his jaw and focus back on you, eyebrows raised in astonishment. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if it comes true with the way I’m feeling now. I don’t know why you need a trainer at all actually… You’re mighty fit as is.”

“You know damn well why I wanted you as our trainer Y/N, and I don’t see any complaining from you.” Brian’s eyes were piercing yet calm and pleasant as he gave you a cheeky smile of his own. “Now open those legs and let me check if my little pussy is okay.”

Well fuck. Your heart suddenly stopped. That was a development. You were shocked into silence, dropping most of your flirty act as Brian continued to look at you expectantly. He’d seen everything already, and had his talented tongue in all your most private areas, but there was something about this that seemed so much more intimate. You were straying into new territory, but nevertheless the way he’d phrased the command sent a tremor through your body. It was hot, how he cared so much for your body that he claimed it as his, and how he cared enough for you that he wanted to make sure you were alright.

So, you did as he said, and watched with nervous breath as Brian’s pupils moved down to your sex. You knew it would still be red, swollen and dripping with his cum. To make matters worse, the presence of his eyes and attention was sending a new wave of your own arousal and tying a knot of dark pleasure in your stomach.

“Oh darling…” he trailed as he took a look at your weeping hole, “You really are a good girl.”

You couldn’t do much more than blush in appreciation; this situation had completely stolen your voice.

“Hold tight for a moment. Let’s get you cleaned up a bit.” Brian left to walk over to the sink, only two long strides away since the table had been pushed so far, and wetted a paper towel with some warm water. “We’ll both need a shower soon anyways.”

You quivered slightly on the table as Brian settled between your legs and immediately started wiping down your folds with incredible gentleness. He seemed calm and concerned, completely at ease and focused on taking care of you. The way he carried on with subtle confidence let you give yourself over to him completely. It was almost as if this was normal for him: to treat the forbidden parts of the body without shame and to be so open to the intimate moments. You were amazed and grateful that he was here with you. Did this wisdom come with age? With an enormous amount of experience? Or was it just Brian… with his unique, sensitive outlook on life?

Once he was done with the towel you felt warm fingers slide and feel along your opening. He didn’t linger or take advantage of your position, but he carefully checked for whatever it was he was looking for. It occurred to you, watching his process with nervous, aroused curiosity, that he’d probably done this before. There was something incredibly attractive about a man who knew what he was doing, and who understood the female anatomy. It was true to character, you thought, for Brian always seemed to absorb as much knowledge as he could about topics that he liked… and he certainly enjoyed women. Perhaps the sheer size of his cock also had something to do with it, for that rod of swollen flesh was always a tight fit.

“Everything seems okay Y/N… perhaps a slight bit of bruising… but nothing really concerning. You should have a nice reminder of what happened for a few days, but that’s it.” Brian removed his hands from your body and winked. “The positives of being young and spry.” There was something slightly off about his actions then, as he quickly broke eye contact.

He turned to dispose of the towel, kindly giving you space and time to process what had just happened, and not forcing any reaction from you. You were still shocked and reeling from what he’d done. The thoughts and emotions flowing through your body were unusual and new, but they were very positive. You HAD enjoyed the intimacy and care Brian showed towards you. It felt like a good step, now that you would be heading out on tour with him. You just hoped he would let you do the same for him.

When Brian returned to the table you had closed your legs and were looking up at him gratefully: not just for making sure you were okay, but also for his presence in your life. You would never forget how lucky you were to be here with him or how much you wanted to do for him.

It was a nice, quiet moment, with Brian returning your smile as he gazed down on you. You cared so very deeply for this sweet, gentle soul. So much so that it squeezed your chest and hitched your breath every time you met those brilliant hazel eyes. You adored the way the slight wrinkles framed the most expressive parts of his face, calling attention to his soft stare and quirked lips. He was beautiful inside and out. He gave you everything you needed and craved for, filling holes in your soul that you didn’t know existed before meeting him. You would gladly bare bruises and bites if it meant being his. If it meant you’d feel that amazing connection, the completeness that came when you were making him happy. When you were his good girl.

Brian finally broke the silence with his smooth voice. “Will we both fit in your shower?”

You blinked a few times at his question, slightly surprised at its normalcy. “I’m…” you swallowed to clear the scratchy croak in your throat, “I’m not sure… probably. But it will be cramped.”

“Well let’s go and see,” Brian said, extending his hand to help you off the table. “Come darling.”

You slipped your fingers over his and slid off the edge, touching your feet to the floor for the first time in what seemed like hours. Time always passed differently when you were with Brian, like you had no concept of how much had gone. Perhaps he was your own personal black hole: disrupting the flow of your thoughts and accelerating them in his orbit until you were spinning and the outside world seemed a blur.

You and Brian walked hand in hand to the bathroom, but there was an odd stiffness to his movements. You couldn’t miss the fact that you were still naked and dirty, while he stood beside you with his clothes on, albeit damp and sweaty. It was a good metaphor. You were fully, willingly, trapped by him and gave every piece of yourself over for his appreciation. But Brian was aloof and mysterious still, trying to hide the effect you had on him beneath layers of bravado. Oh how you yearned to crack that shell. You wanted him to accept his true self. All parts of it. Even the faults that managed to slip through.

When you got to the bathroom you turned the light on and stepped inside, pulling Brian into the small space with you. His shocking white curls were suddenly lit by the brightness and you felt a smile stretch onto your face at the disarray of his hair. It was quite out of control after all the passion.

Brian saw your expression and followed the path of your eyes up to the top of his head. He frowned slightly and reached an insecure hand up to his scalp.

“Is something wrong Y/N?”

You just broadened your smile and shook your head, rolling onto your tiptoes to kiss the bottom of his jaw.

“No Brian. You’re beautiful.”

You loved the way his cheeks still flushed red from the complement after all these years of praise from women. He looked away from your eyes, suddenly shy but trying to hide it, and gazed into the mirror over your sink. You followed, and were greeted by your two reflections staring back.

He was seeing what you were seeing, but you wondered if the perception would be any different. You saw a plain girl standing naked next to the greatest man on earth, dull and boring next to his stunning, gorgeous presence. How did he see more in you? This ordinary woman was in no way special enough to draw the attention of one such as him, but he wanted her. There must be a reason, and that fact alone gave you the confidence to keep going.

Brian wasn’t moving at the moment, seemingly stuck in thought staring at the view, so you took matters into your own hands and reached out to pull the bottom of his shirt up. The action shocked him out of his trance, and perhaps he was surprised enough to let you accomplish your task, because he raised his arms and leaned down to allow you to pull it over his head. It was an interesting sight as his voluminous, frizzed curls disappeared beneath the black material briefly, only to burst out in their full glory when it slipped off completely.

As Brian straightened back up you smiled at him and placed his shirt on the counter. He smiled back, but in his case it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He seemed drawn back to your reflections in the mirror, newly improved with the addition of his bare torso.

Brian didn’t share your view of the change however, for you watched as the brows of his reflection furrowed as he looked at himself. Or perhaps as he saw himself standing so large beside you. The broad, pale skin of Brian’s chest certainly stood out. As did his glowing white hair.

“I don’t see it.” Brian’s sudden statement, voiced plainly as he continued to look in the mirror, snapped you out of your thoughts.

You looked into his eyes through the reflection.

“…See what Bri?”

“You said I’m beautiful,” he reiterated. “I don’t see it.”

You were learning that Brian had a tendency to fall into dark moods after sex. It was as if, once the rush of endorphins had passed, he had to face his actions and didn’t particularly like what he found. That was probably why he always wanted to focus on you afterwards, to keep his mind busy. You couldn’t comprehend how Brian felt this way; he was amazing, and you always thoroughly enjoyed the delightful pleasures he brought you. It was the least you could do to help him through these times, and perhaps eventually encourage him to embrace himself fully. It was a lofty goal, considering he’d gone 72 years like this, but you were always up for a challenge.

“Well I do,” you said, “And so do millions of people on this planet. You’re wonderful inside and out.”

“Am I?” Brian quickly shot back, hardening his voice. “A wonderful man wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing. Sleeping with pretty young girls who don’t know any better, while my wife is at home an ocean away.” His eyes grew as cold as steel as he faced down the image of himself in the mirror, and a bitter edge sharpened his words. “No one would say such things if they knew what I’m really like.”

A dark feeling of dread filled your stomach as you watched Brian’s self-loathing fill the small room. It was the first time he’d mentioned Anita while you were together, and the sudden thought of her made you sick to your stomach. You really had no idea what their situation was, but here you were carrying on with him anyways. If he was a bad person, then you were as well. But you couldn’t get caught up in yourself right now. This was about Brian. You grabbed his hand in desperation, trying to pour all the respect and admiration you felt for him into the gesture.

“…I know these parts of you Brian, and I still think you’re wonderful.” Your voice was weaker than you were hoping, nervous and slightly cowed as you experienced his simmering anger for the first time.

Perhaps it was this timid voice that drew Brian out of his glare, because you saw his jaw soften as he realised how he was affecting you. He turned to look into your eyes, almost guilty as he addressed you.

“You would say that Y/N,” Brian sighed. “When I get caught up in the feeling, with you under me so nicely… I can actually believe I’m worthy of the things people say about me.” Brian shook his head slightly. “So I chase after those moments.”

Your heart broke to hear him speak this way, and you just wanted to make it better.

“You’re always worthy. You deserve all the love and adoration you get, because you bring so much good to the world.” You wanted to make sure he felt every last drop of the, let’s face it, love, that you put into your words. “I am SO happy to be with you, and I’m looking forward to this tour more than anything I can remember… but if you’ve changed your mind, I don’t have to come back tonight.”

The words were agony for you to say, but you forced them out. What was the saying? If you loved someone, let them go. Maybe Brian would be better off without you, if you made him feel so bad about himself.

Your lungs swelled with happiness when Brian immediately responded. “No Y/N, I do want you. I need you,” he swallowed, “…I just don’t… like… that I need you.”

His eyes bored into yours as a grimace of apology framed Brian’s face. He was obviously sorry to have hurt you, or to make you feel unwanted. Truthfully, you were immensely pleased he still wanted to bring you along, even if it was a bit selfish of you. You’d done enough thinking about Brian during these last few days that you thought you almost even understood what he was feeling, so you told him as much.

“I understand Brian.”

You were in a similar situation after all, having learned a few things about yourself in your time with him that you weren’t quite ready to accept. You were far from the independent young woman you thought yourself, easily caught up and hanging off a man’s every word. You knew it too, and you’d have to work on it. For fucks sake, you literally got off to calling him daddy. You needed him though, just as he needed you, to fill that missing piece of yourself that you’d finally found. You needed his possession, his praise, and his control. You’d never felt so centred in your life: to know that someone appreciated what you did.

The silence filled the room and you didn’t know what else to say at the moment, unsure where to take this emotional rollercoaster next. Brian usually did most of the talking between the two of you, and you felt bad that you couldn’t help him more, but you couldn’t seem to open your mouth.

Luckily, the stunning, brilliant man beside you remedied the situation like he always did.

“Why don’t we have a nice warm shower…” he smiled, “and wash away all this strife. It'll be good to drive back to Houston with a fresh, clean perspective on things.”

You knew this was not the end of you two figuring out the feelings that existed between you, but it was too much to deal with all at once. He was right as always. You needed a break. You looked up at his deep eyes, sharp nose and chiseled jaw one more time, heart fluttering once more at the overwhelming kindness of Brian May.

“I'd love that.”

Notes:

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Chapter 43: Aftermath (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as the previous chapter but without the daddy kink.

Thanks for sticking with me! Updates may be slow for a while but I won't abandon the fic!

When Brian pulled off and out of you he was slow and gentle, but as the cooling cum ran down your thighs you felt the same sudden emptiness you always did when he removed himself. Everything was easy when he was buried inside you; you knew your body satisfied him and you could feel every enjoyment in the twitch of his cock. But as soon as that primal connection was gone, your head was spinning and desperate to figure out how else to please him.

It was pathetic and obsessive how doleful you were towards Brian, but you couldn’t help yourself. Every complement and crooked little smile he threw your way tightened your chest and made you yearn for more.

The table squeaked slightly as Brian lifted his weight, quickly being drowned out by the low grunt from his throat.

“Bloody hell darling…” he breathed deeply, “You’re absolutely wonderful.”

You once again blushed at the praise and couldn’t find your voice for a second, stuck high in the back of your mouth as your heart expanded to push it there. “You are too Brian,” you said shakily. “I’m so happy to be coming on tour with you.”

Your words were honest, and the meaning rang true. Your chest fluttered at the soft smile that appeared on Brian’s face. He was disheveled, sweaty and red from passionate exertion, but there was a genuine twinkle in his eyes as they creased into happy lines.

“I’m very pleased you’re joining us too Y/N…” he ran his gaze down your still-naked form on the table in front of him. “But I don’t know quite how me back’s gonna hold up, with everything I want to do to you.” You squeaked a little when he punctuated his sentence with a pinch just above your hip.

You watched as Brian’s smirk morphed into a knitted brow and self-effacing wince. He was joking and playful, but you could detect the hint of sadness within as he brought his hand up to rest on the offensive area. Any limitations he had didn’t bother you; you would be happy just to do anything and everything he wanted, when he felt he was able. You didn’t want him to try too hard to impress you, but from the pounding you’d just received you doubted he would have any problems with that.

“That’s what an athletic trainer is for Bri… someone to help prevent those injuries from occurring.”

The broad shoulders above you bounced slightly as Brian laughed. “You’re right of course. I’m so lucky you’re here to take care of these tired muscles.” His voice grew darker then, and there was a tinge of naughtiness in his smile. “But that’s not all THIS athletic trainer is for…”

He leaned down as he drew out the words and captured your lips with his one last time. He lingered in the kiss, as if trying to catch a piece of you to keep for himself when he pulled away. But Brian didn’t need to capture a reminder of you. He had your entire soul, and the beating of your heart as he whispered hot breath over your face just proved it.

“…THIS beautiful, smart, kind young woman is making an old man very happy.”

You blinked up at him, overcome with his presence, and your eyes strained to focus on his sharp nose so close. “You’re not old Sir; you’re distinguished.”

You felt Brian’s warm exhale again as he breathed through his nose, amused at your answer. You could tell he liked the praise, obviously, and enjoyed you in this position below him. It felt all at once hot, safe and natural: lying naked as you were under his appreciative stare.

Brian straightened above you on the table and placed his big hands on your hips, caressing your sides softly. Even after the hard, draining climax he gave you minutes ago, the touch of his callused fingers sent tremors through your skin. You were caught in his endless hazel eyes as he smiled down upon you.

“And you, sweetheart, are a very tempting little treat.” As if to make his point, Brian flicked his gaze to the empty bowls and melted ice cream mess that was left from earlier. “Now let’s get you cleaned up before I get hungry again.”

With that, Brian helped you sit up on the edge of the table. You followed his direction willingly, but were suddenly surprised when a sharp pain joined the dull ache between your legs. You must have winced at the sensation, because Brian immediately stilled, and worried eyes met yours.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” He asked quickly, “Are you okay?”

The pain passed as quickly as it came, so you nodded at Brian as you adjusted your position. “Yes, I’m fine. Still a bit sore I guess… Nothing to worry about.”

You were being honest with him, for other than the pleasant tenderness he always left you with, you were feeling normal. The twinge must have come from pressure on a particularly sore area during your movement. Your back and bottom were slightly bruised as well, from the way they throbbed with muted ache, but you loved it. The heady sensations showed how good you had been for Brian: how you brought out his deep passions and urges. How you satisfied him. You were immensely proud of them and welcomed the reminders on your skin. Brian NEVER truly hurt you. And you had to help him remember that.

“Please tell me if you’re in pain,” his shining eyes pleaded, “I don’t want you to hide these things from me.”

You looked at him, almost level with his face from your seat on the table, and reached out to rub the side of his arm in reassurance. “I’m not in pain Brian, but I am a little tender. There’s a difference. You made me feel so unbelievably good… and a small physical reminder is appreciated…” You smiled and tilted your head, giving him a wink as you drew out your words. “You should know, Mr. ‘You’re not going to be able to walk tonight’.”

Brian winced in embarrassment and shifted his gaze to the ceiling for a moment, as if trying to hide from judgement. “Did I really say that?”

“Yes you did,” you smiled fondly at the memory, “Or something along those lines.”

“Oh my God…” Brian trailed off, obviously mortified by his actions in the heat of passion.

You chuckled to yourself at his reaction, but quickly let him off the hook. “I loved it,” you said, and a swell of pride expanded in your chest as you watched him unclench his jaw and focus back on you, eyebrows raised in astonishment. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if it comes true with the way I’m feeling now. I don’t know why you need a trainer at all actually… You’re mighty fit as is.”

“You know damn well why I wanted you as our trainer Y/N, and I don’t see any complaining from you.” Brian’s eyes were piercing yet calm and pleasant as he gave you a cheeky smile of his own. “Now open those legs and let me check if my little pussy is okay.”

Well fuck. Your heart suddenly stopped. That was a development. You were shocked into silence, dropping most of your flirty act as Brian continued to look at you expectantly. He’d seen everything already, and had his talented tongue in all your most private areas, but there was something about this that seemed so much more intimate. You were straying into new territory, but nevertheless the way he’d phrased the command sent a tremor through your body. It was hot, how he cared so much for your body that he claimed it as his, and how he cared enough for you that he wanted to make sure you were alright.

So, you did as he said, and watched with nervous breath as Brian’s pupils moved down to your sex. You knew it would still be red, swollen and dripping with his cum. To make matters worse, the presence of his eyes and attention was sending a new wave of your own arousal and tying a knot of dark pleasure in your stomach.

“Oh darling…” he trailed as he took a look at your weeping hole, “You really are a good girl.”

You couldn’t do much more than blush in appreciation; this situation had completely stolen your voice.

“Hold tight for a moment. Let’s get you cleaned up a bit.” Brian left to walk over to the sink, only two long strides away since the table had been pushed so far, and wetted a paper towel with some warm water. “We’ll both need a shower soon anyways.”

You quivered slightly on the table as Brian settled between your legs and immediately started wiping down your folds with incredible gentleness. He seemed calm and concerned, completely at ease and focused on taking care of you. The way he carried on with subtle confidence let you give yourself over to him completely. It was almost as if this was normal for him: to treat the forbidden parts of the body without shame and to be so open to the intimate moments. You were amazed and grateful that he was here with you. Did this wisdom come with age? With an enormous amount of experience? Or was it just Brian… with his unique, sensitive outlook on life?

Once he was done with the towel you felt warm fingers slide and feel along your opening. He didn’t linger or take advantage of your position, but he carefully checked for whatever it was he was looking for. It occurred to you, watching his process with nervous, aroused curiosity, that he’d probably done this before. There was something incredibly attractive about a man who knew what he was doing, and who understood the female anatomy. It was true to character, you thought, for Brian always seemed to absorb as much knowledge as he could about topics that he liked… and he certainly enjoyed women. Perhaps the sheer size of his cock also had something to do with it, for that rod of swollen flesh was always a tight fit.

“Everything seems okay Y/N… perhaps a slight bit of bruising… but nothing really concerning. You should have a nice reminder of what happened for a few days, but that’s it.” Brian removed his hands from your body and winked. “The positives of being young and spry.” There was something slightly off about his actions then, as he quickly broke eye contact.

He turned to dispose of the towel, kindly giving you space and time to process what had just happened, and not forcing any reaction from you. You were still shocked and reeling from what he’d done. The thoughts and emotions flowing through your body were unusual and new, but they were very positive. You HAD enjoyed the intimacy and care Brian showed towards you. It felt like a good step, now that you would be heading out on tour with him. You just hoped he would let you do the same for him.

When Brian returned to the table you had closed your legs and were looking up at him gratefully: not just for making sure you were okay, but also for his presence in your life. You would never forget how lucky you were to be here with him or how much you wanted to do for him.

It was a nice, quiet moment, with Brian returning your smile as he gazed down on you. You cared so very deeply for this sweet, gentle soul. So much so that it squeezed your chest and hitched your breath every time you met those brilliant hazel eyes. You adored the way the slight wrinkles framed the most expressive parts of his face, calling attention to his soft stare and quirked lips. He was beautiful inside and out. He gave you everything you needed and craved for, filling holes in your soul that you didn’t know existed before meeting him. You would gladly bare bruises and bites if it meant being his. If it meant you’d feel that amazing connection, the completeness that came when you were making him happy. When you were his good girl.

Brian finally broke the silence with his smooth voice. “Will we both fit in your shower?”

You blinked a few times at his question, slightly surprised at its normalcy. “I’m…” you swallowed to clear the scratchy croak in your throat, “I’m not sure… probably. But it will be cramped.”

“Well let’s go and see,” Brian said, extending his hand to help you off the table. “Come darling.”

You slipped your fingers over his and slid off the edge, touching your feet to the floor for the first time in what seemed like hours. Time always passed differently when you were with Brian, like you had no concept of how much had gone. Perhaps he was your own personal black hole: disrupting the flow of your thoughts and accelerating them in his orbit until you were spinning and the outside world seemed a blur.

You and Brian walked hand in hand to the bathroom, but there was an odd stiffness to his movements. You couldn’t miss the fact that you were still naked and dirty, while he stood beside you with his clothes on, albeit damp and sweaty. It was a good metaphor. You were fully, willingly, trapped by him and gave every piece of yourself over for his appreciation. But Brian was aloof and mysterious still, trying to hide the effect you had on him beneath layers of bravado. Oh how you yearned to crack that shell. You wanted him to accept his true self. All parts of it. Even the faults that managed to slip through.

When you got to the bathroom you turned the light on and stepped inside, pulling Brian into the small space with you. His shocking white curls were suddenly lit by the brightness and you felt a smile stretch onto your face at the disarray of his hair. It was quite out of control after all the passion.

Brian saw your expression and followed the path of your eyes up to the top of his head. He frowned slightly and reached an insecure hand up to his scalp.

“Is something wrong Y/N?”

You just broadened your smile and shook your head, rolling onto your tiptoes to kiss the bottom of his jaw.

“No Brian. You’re beautiful.”

You loved the way his cheeks still flushed red from the complement after all these years of praise from women. He looked away from your eyes, suddenly shy but trying to hide it, and gazed into the mirror over your sink. You followed, and were greeted by your two reflections staring back.

He was seeing what you were seeing, but you wondered if the perception would be any different. You saw a plain girl standing naked next to the greatest man on earth, dull and boring next to his stunning, gorgeous presence. How did he see more in you? This ordinary woman was in no way special enough to draw the attention of one such as him, but he wanted her. There must be a reason, and that fact alone gave you the confidence to keep going.

Brian wasn’t moving at the moment, seemingly stuck in thought staring at the view, so you took matters into your own hands and reached out to pull the bottom of his shirt up. The action shocked him out of his trance, and perhaps he was surprised enough to let you accomplish your task, because he raised his arms and leaned down to allow you to pull it over his head. It was an interesting sight as his voluminous, frizzed curls disappeared beneath the black material briefly, only to burst out in their full glory when it slipped off completely.

As Brian straightened back up you smiled at him and placed his shirt on the counter. He smiled back, but in his case it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He seemed drawn back to your reflections in the mirror, newly improved with the addition of his bare torso.

Brian didn’t share your view of the change however, for you watched as the brows of his reflection furrowed as he looked at himself. Or perhaps as he saw himself standing so large beside you. The broad, pale skin of Brian’s chest certainly stood out. As did his glowing white hair.

“I don’t see it.” Brian’s sudden statement, voiced plainly as he continued to look in the mirror, snapped you out of your thoughts.

You looked into his eyes through the reflection.

“…See what Bri?”

“You said I’m beautiful,” he reiterated. “I don’t see it.”

You were learning that Brian had a tendency to fall into dark moods after sex. It was as if, once the rush of endorphins had passed, he had to face his actions and didn’t particularly like what he found. That was probably why he always wanted to focus on you afterwards, to keep his mind busy. You couldn’t comprehend how Brian felt this way; he was amazing, and you always thoroughly enjoyed the delightful pleasures he brought you. It was the least you could do to help him through these times, and perhaps eventually encourage him to embrace himself fully. It was a lofty goal, considering he’d gone 72 years like this, but you were always up for a challenge.

“Well I do,” you said, “And so do millions of people on this planet. You’re wonderful inside and out.”

“Am I?” Brian quickly shot back, hardening his voice. “A wonderful man wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing. Sleeping with pretty young girls who don’t know any better, while my wife is at home an ocean away.” His eyes grew as cold as steel as he faced down the image of himself in the mirror, and a bitter edge sharpened his words. “No one would say such things if they knew what I’m really like.”

A dark feeling of dread filled your stomach as you watched Brian’s self-loathing fill the small room. It was the first time he’d mentioned Anita while you were together, and the sudden thought of her made you sick to your stomach. You really had no idea what their situation was, but here you were carrying on with him anyways. If he was a bad person, then you were as well. But you couldn’t get caught up in yourself right now. This was about Brian. You grabbed his hand in desperation, trying to pour all the respect and admiration you felt for him into the gesture.

“…I know these parts of you Brian, and I still think you’re wonderful.” Your voice was weaker than you were hoping, nervous and slightly cowed as you experienced his simmering anger for the first time.

Perhaps it was this timid voice that drew Brian out of his glare, because you saw his jaw soften as he realised how he was affecting you. He turned to look into your eyes, almost guilty as he addressed you.

“You would say that Y/N,” Brian sighed. “When I get caught up in the feeling, with you under me so nicely… I can actually believe I’m worthy of the things people say about me.” Brian shook his head slightly. “So I chase after those moments.”

Your heart broke to hear him speak this way, and you just wanted to make it better.

“You’re always worthy. You deserve all the love and adoration you get, because you bring so much good to the world.” You wanted to make sure he felt every last drop of the, let’s face it, love, that you put into your words. “I am SO happy to be with you, and I’m looking forward to this tour more than anything I can remember… but if you’ve changed your mind, I don’t have to come back tonight.”

The words were agony for you to say, but you forced them out. What was the saying? If you loved someone, let them go. Maybe Brian would be better off without you, if you made him feel so bad about himself.

Your lungs swelled with happiness when Brian immediately responded. “No Y/N, I do want you. I need you,” he swallowed, “…I just don’t… like… that I need you.”

His eyes bored into yours as a grimace of apology framed Brian’s face. He was obviously sorry to have hurt you, or to make you feel unwanted. Truthfully, you were immensely pleased he still wanted to bring you along, even if it was a bit selfish of you. You’d done enough thinking about Brian during these last few days that you thought you almost even understood what he was feeling, so you told him as much.

“I understand Brian.”

You were in a similar situation after all, having learned a few things about yourself in your time with him that you weren’t quite ready to accept. You were far from the independent young woman you thought yourself, easily caught up and hanging off a man’s every word. You knew it too, and you’d have to work on it. You needed him though, just as he needed you, to fill that missing piece of yourself that you’d finally found. You needed his possession, his praise, and his control. You’d never felt so centred in your life: to know that someone appreciated what you did.

The silence filled the room and you didn’t know what else to say at the moment, unsure where to take this emotional rollercoaster next. Brian usually did most of the talking between the two of you, and you felt bad that you couldn’t help him more, but you couldn’t seem to open your mouth.

Luckily, the stunning, brilliant man beside you remedied the situation like he always did.

“Why don’t we have a nice warm shower…” he smiled, “and wash away all this strife. It'll be good to drive back to Houston with a fresh, clean perspective on things.”

You knew this was not the end of you two figuring out the feelings that existed between you, but it was too much to deal with all at once. He was right as always. You needed a break. You looked up at his deep eyes, sharp nose and chiseled jaw one more time, heart fluttering once more at the overwhelming kindness of Brian May.

“I'd love that.”

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Chapter 44: The Shower

Notes:

Hello everyone! I'm back! Sorry I was away for so long but life gets in the way sometimes ;)

I'm still super invested in this story so don't worry, and I hope you all are as well!

You had been right, the shower was small. Probably too small for two people, especially when one of them was a very tall man with extra-long limbs. Nevertheless you stepped into the space together, facing the middle, because it was worth it. It was worth all the stress and complications, all the uncomfortable positions, to share in each other’s bodies and auras. As you looked up at Brian’s chest, dripping with newly-wetted streams of water from the showerhead, and once again felt your own body shiver at his closeness and at the fact you were blocked from the warmth, you knew you were happy to be with him. No matter the struggles, low points, and moral implications that came with the situation.

Brian was a beautiful, complicated, needy man, and all you wanted every time you were in his presence was to please him and make him happy. Shaky breaths left your mouth when you admired his form: naked and splendid before you. He could make your chest tight and your head spin simply by glancing your way, so when he reached out to settle his hands on your hips and pull you towards him you were overwhelmed with the various emotions that were still heavy in the air.

Brian looked down at you with soft, shining eyes, and the slanted brow that told of his sincerity. His thumbs traced slow circles on your hip bones as he started to speak in that low London accent. “I’m sorry about all this Y/N… I’ve ruined our day.”

You met his eyes and laid your palms on his chest, reveling in the feel of his skin as your own pebbled from the cold, still being blocked from the water by Brian’s body. You gave him a smile of acceptance and pressed up onto your toes to place a tender kiss at the top of his sternum, lingering your lips on the warm flesh.

“You could never ruin my day Brian,” you spoke honestly as you continued to stroke and kiss over his front, “It’s healthy to talk about these things. I’m here to make you feel good, and I’m happy to do that in any way I can.”

Brian let out a deep breath at your words and pulled you even closer to him. So close that you forgot you were cold. So close that you remembered you were naked. The heat of Brian’s stomach pressed up against the bottoms of your breasts, and the soft velvet of his flaccid penis brushed against your middle. It seemed that you could feel every bit of him at once, and the non-sexual intimacy of the moment tore at your heart strings. How on earth were you so lucky to be held like this by Brian May? YOU were the woman who got to comfort him, to give yourself over to his needs.

Dozens of thoughts flowed through your head as Brian chose not to speak, simply squeezing you tight as the water cascaded down above. You thought of how he craved this connection, of how hard his life must be. You thought of the whirling self-doubt that bloated his mind when he felt he couldn’t live up to the world’s adoration. You wondered about his wife, and if she knew about Brian’s habits on tour. You indulged in the feeling of him against you. Finally you pondered how it was you’d been pulled into this insanity so quickly, and how you had no idea how to navigate it. But Brian did. And you were with him. He would take what he needed from you, and in return he would make sure you were cared for. Of that you were certain.

And in the moment, still clutching his large body as the water drowned out the sounds of your breathing, you knew what you wanted to say.

“I trust you.”

Your words rang true against the walls of the shower, and you laid your cheek against Brian’s chest just in time to feel it swell with pride. As you didn’t get an immediate reply, it seemed Brian was content simply to hold you close to him and know that you were his. Despite the storm of emotions that clouded the air, you knew you had each other.

“Thank you Y/N.” You felt the rumble of Brian’s voice when he eventually answered you, and peeled your head off his wet skin to look up as he smiled down. He gave you a quick peck on the lips, causing your heart to flutter once more, and released his grip on your hips.

“Always such a good girl,” he said, reaching for the shampoo, and with those simple words the familiar rolling feeling stirred your core, reminding you how you were putty in his hands. Brian’s beautiful eyes met yours and you were happy to see that a bit of their glimmer had returned, especially as he raked them down your body and spoke in that smooth voice. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

…

Brian was true to his word, for you don’t think you’d ever been this thoroughly washed in your life. He had gently cleaned each sticky surface of your body so sweetly and with such care that you knew every remnant of the ice cream and chocolate was removed. The rough pads of his fingers traced over the curves of your body and left tingles of pleasure in their wake. Brian wasn’t trying to turn you on or seduce you, but the very presence of him made you quake anyways. You still couldn’t believe this amazing person was devoting his time to you. He made you feel important and worthy, and coming from a man such as him it was the headiest feeling in the world.

He even cleaned between your legs with the same gentle efficiency that he’d shown in the kitchen. It was very poignant to open yourself up to Brian in this way, but you were his. It was your pleasure to have him touch you in any way he wanted. And he did it with such tenderness that you enjoyed every second of it.

As Brian finished up the process, rinsing your head with soft strokes of his giant hands, he moved your hair to the front of your shoulders and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your neck. It was pure luck how your knees didn’t buckle at the action, because he still had such a powerful physical effect on you.

The rich tones of Brian’s tenor slowly filled the shower as a low hum grew from his chest. Your heart always beat heavily when you were together, but it sped up again at the feeling of his lips and the sound of his voice.

“I’m all done, you beautiful little thing.” He turned you around to face him and his hands ran down your arms and then to your front, where he gave your breasts a last gentle squeeze and brushed his thumbs over your nipples. Brian couldn’t help but tease you a bit, and your body responded in eager peaks to his touch, earning a quick quirk of his mouth above you.

His eyes flicked to your neck, looking unreadably at the marks he’d left there, and then his hands moved once more to pet the bruises at your hips. “Are you still feeling okay?”

You could tell he was worried about the obvious signs of how rough he’d been earlier, so you nodded immediately and smiled your approval. “Yes Brian, you make me feel wonderful. Thank you for cleaning me up.”

Subtle relief crossed Brian’s handsome face, and your chest tightened in delight. You knew he not-so-secretly loved the marks of possession he left on your skin, and you adored them too. You gazed into his warm hazel eyes and wanted nothing more than to return the favour, but there was something that persisted in the back of your mind and told you that it was not your place to sully the body of this divine being. You would be almost as glad to wash the worries from his smooth skin.

You felt yourself blush in shyness and embarrassment as you looked up at Brian to voice your wish. “Can I do the same for you?” The words came out more timid than you had hoped, squeaking high through the stall as you asked for permission to lay your hands upon a god.

You could see the slight hesitation flick across his face, and were reminded of your first shower together, when he hadn’t even let you touch him. Well… apart from sucking his lovely cock. And the sudden thought of THAT surely sent more blood to your already rosy cheeks.

It was a testament to how much more comfortable he’d become with your admiration that Brian nodded his agreement. The days spent so entwined in each other’s company had started to crack his shell, and you guessed it was because he was starting to believe what you saw in him. He’d said as much himself. It always made you burst with pride when you were able to make Brian feel good about himself, and it was a positive atonement for the self-loathing you’d brought out earlier.

“Thank you Sir.” The pure reverence in your voice was obvious, and couldn’t help but boost his ego to get rid of any lingering insecurities.

With shaky arms, you reached towards the bottle of body wash, nervous and excited for what you were about to do. Brian was showing a great deal of trust allowing you to do this and you didn’t want to mess it up. He deserved to be touched and caressed with loving hands just as much as you did, but you knew it was much harder for him to give over such control. So your heart pounded with fear and your fingers trembled as you squeezed the soap into your palm. It wasn’t often you washed a body that wasn’t your own in the shower, especially not the sculpted beauty that was Brian.

You started with his chest as it was right in your eye-line, and it was a favourite but fairly innocuous place for you to begin. Brian’s dark eyes watched every movement of your hand as you pressed against his warm skin. You felt your stomach twist at the immediate heat and softness that you felt below the spread tips of your fingers; this was the body of fantasy, real and smooth against your skin. At times in Brian’s presence you felt you were in a dreamlike state, floating high in the clouds of passion, but when you felt him beneath you like this, with his taught chest under your palm, you were reminded that the dream was a reality.

You could tell Brian was tense under your ministrations, so you began speaking in a soft voice to fill the silence. “I want to thank you for coming to Dallas and helping me collect my things today,” you said, “I really appreciate it.”

You felt the vibrations when Brian responded, trying to sound more at ease with your touch than you knew he really was. “You’re welcome.” His voice was slightly wavering, distracted by your small hand petting at his chest hair. “It’s the least I could do.”

You smiled a bit at his modesty and over-minimization of his actions. The favour was certainly not as slight as he was letting on, but you would let him describe it how he wanted. You were here to make Brian feel better, not get into silly arguments.

“I’m mostly happy I get to spend more time with you…” the tips of your fingers ghosted tantalizingly over his sternum, “Enjoying the pleasures of your company.”

You felt once again when Brian inhaled a bit too suddenly at your words and gave himself away. A smirk appeared on your lips at your success: big bad rock star preening and blushing from your praise.

Your other hand was drawn up to his torso as well, pulled by some magnetic force that drove you to crave as much of him as you could touch at once. You spread the suds around Brian’s broad chest in wide circles, massaging his creamy skin as you did so. Once the top portion was covered you moved outwards towards his shoulders, stroking one with each of your hands. He was so tall that you had to step close in order to reach and spread your arms to the side. A small hitch of air caught in your throat when the proximity finally spurred Brian to move his eyes from your hands to your face. His irises were a deep brown in the stark shower lighting, so dark that you almost felt your reflection when you gazed into them. Beautiful pools of shining colour that called out to something buried beneath your lungs.

Brian blinked twice in quick succession as he looked at you, as if he was trying to process everything that was going on. For a short while he stared, blank expression making your heart thud, but finally a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. This was a good sign.

Taking his reaction in stride, you slid your hands along the sharp points of Brian’s shoulders and down his solid, sinewy biceps. “You always make me feel so good, when you hold me tight and strong.” You moved further along his arms and traced the thick tendons in his forearms until you reached his long, elegant hands. “And when I feel these talented fingers.”

Brian gave a light chuckle at your words, swinging your hands still clutched in his. “Is that so darling? I’m happy to be of service.” He leaned down closer to your face, stilled your entwined hands between your bodies, and looked at you with those glinting eyes. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You smiled at his little compliment, eager to explore the flirty, cheerful atmosphere that had successfully covered earlier sadness. You would do anything you could to keep Brian happy and healthy; as far as you were concerned, a man that special shouldn’t have to stay down for long.

“That’s good,” you said sweetly. You tried then to move your hands back up to his body and resume your task, but Brian didn’t let go. Slightly confused at the tight grip, you looked up at his face and were met with focused, sincere eyes.

“I’m serious Y/N.” Brian’s voice had dropped its flirty tone and lowered to the deep smoothness you so loved. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.” His gaze flicked to the floor when the eye contact became too much. “And about what I said earlier… I don’t want you to think that I regret anything, or that you’ve done something wrong… It’s all me.”

Brian shook his head, still staring at the shower drain where water pooled between two pairs of feet. His grip on your hands tightened and he rubbed the backs with his rough thumbs. It was a sensitive gesture and you felt treasured and coveted, being held and petted by him.

“I want you to come with me my darling Y/N.” Brian continued, launching into one of his eloquent, descriptive speeches. “I appreciate what you give me… You always seem to sense what I need. I know I can be difficult sometimes, but with you here somehow it feels easier to be me.” He locked his deep eyes on yours and stirred your heart once more. “You’re exactly what I want and I can’t let you go.”

You were moved by his words and felt frozen in place, chest tight with emotion. It was overwhelming to hear Brian speak of you in this way: you who were so enraptured with him and undeserving of his attention. Unable to speak, your mouth fell open slightly as you stared up into his face. His perfect beautiful face that shouldn’t be looking at you with such passion.

Brian sighed as he finished speaking, letting go of your hands and rubbing the back of his neck. “What do you get out of this Y/N?” His eyebrows sagged to the edges of his eyes and gave him a confused, almost pleading expression.

Your mind whirled immediately at the unbelievable question. Why on earth would Brian need to ask you why you wanted to be with HIM? He was fucking incredible, and you didn’t understand how he still needed you to remind him of that fact. You looked into his shining eyes and placed your hands back on his chest, pushing all the sincerity you felt into your voice.

“I admire you. I think you’re an amazing, intelligent man, and when I’m with you I feel worthwhile. You make me feel appreciated. Like I’m important enough to be given time by someone I respect so much.”

Brian was looking at you with such attention and interest that you couldn’t help throwing in another complement.

“Plus I find you incredibly attractive.” You smirked and pressed a hot kiss on his firm chest. “And everything we did… It was okay. Actually it was great: just what I’ve always wanted.”

Brian hummed and placed his arms around you once more, wrapping your body within his and enveloping you in a big hug. You felt warm, safe and cared for. Being with him like this was utter bliss. And you needed him to know.

You spoke against Brian’s chest and the words managed to float from his tight embrace in a breathy whisper. “I need nothing more than to belong to you.”

The cooling water cascaded down on Brian’s head as he rocked you from side to side gently, rumbling his reply.

“Don’t worry my lovely girl… You’re mine.”

Chapter 45: Time Spent

Notes:

Small daddy kink warning near the beginning of this chapter, but I didn't think it warranted a seperate one.

Hope you enjoy this, it's kind of a filler chapter, but rather long and fluffy. 🙂

Brian was kind enough to indulge you a little more before the shower was over. You eagerly lowered yourself to massage his legs, kissing and caressing the hairy skin and using far too much soap due to the sheer length of them. Kneeling before Brian in any situation sent tremors of sinful lust along your spine, but getting to touch was even better. You worshiped this man and felt full and satisfied with even this much contact, just knowing he wanted you near.

All the while Brian was muttering sweet praises and petting your head, filling your heart with content pleasure by showing his appreciation. With his smooth voice soothing your nerves you almost forgot about the stress and complications of being with him. This was what it was all about: making Brian happy.

When you worked your way up to the top of his legs you stopped, suddenly losing all your bravado when presented with the intimidating task of his manhood. Though mostly unaroused, it was still impressive. You might have been upset that the movements of your hands up and down his body had so little effect if it weren’t for the very recent sex you’d had, and reasonable expectations considering Brian’s age.

Still, the most delicious cock you’d ever laid eyes on dangled large in front of you. Coarse, grey pubic hair and all. It was almost frightening in its masculinity. Brian truly was a sexy beast, and he was standing tall and strong and all for you to enjoy.

You swallowed the copious saliva that had formed in your mouth from each glance of Brian’s member and straightened your knees back to full height. You didn’t know what was expected of you at this point. You’d certainly laid hands on his lovely dick before, and were keen to do it again, but didn’t want to overstep. Brian had stroked and cleaned between your legs, but you were his to take care of. You somehow knew that there were a different set of rules for Brian. You didn’t touch daddy’s cock without permission.

So you looked up into his hazel eyes and asked your question, “Do you want me to…”

Your nervous voice trailed off, unable to fully complete the query, but Brian could tell what you meant.

“No darling, it’s okay. You’ve done a very good job so far… Thank you my sweet girl.” He smiled at you and leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead before winking cheekily. “We have to leave some things for later, or you’ll grow bored with me.”

You shook your head. “I very much doubt that Brian.”

Your sincere refusal prompted a light chuckle from the man above, but he didn’t change his mind. “Nevertheless I think it’s time we finished up in here,” he said, “Or we’ll never get back to the hotel. We fly to Detroit tomorrow morning and you’re gonna be busy treating the crew before the next show.”

You gave a playful pout, which earned a widened smile and a glimpse of Brian’s cute fangs, but quickly jumped to action and yelped a little squeal when he turned off the water and swatted your already-marked backside for impetus.

You and Brian dried off using the same towel: you apologizing profusely for not having a spare handy and him laughing it off amusedly. Brian put the same Smile shirt and cargo shorts on again, not having brought anything else with him, while you had to make a naked dash to the kitchen where your dress had been discarded. Just as you were walking back to the bathroom, pulling the dress over your head, you heard another throaty laugh and popped your neck through just in time to see Brian grinning at you with glimmering eyes.

“All good there Y/N?” He said, not trying to hide his delight at all.

You frowned a mock glare. “Yes, you silly man, I just need to grab some underwear from the bedroom.”

You started towards your room but where stopped when Brian sidestepped in front of you and blocked the way with his body. “Oh no baby, I don’t think you’ll be needing those…” he said slowly, “It’s just you and me for the rest of the night.”

The smugness rolled off his form in waves and went straight to your libido, but you couldn’t cave that quickly.

“And the driver,” you volleyed back.

Brian simply maintained his smirk and shook his head, tilting his gaze lower to peer through his eyebrows. “He doesn’t count.”

The sure tone of Brian’s voice sunk in and sent dark pulses of arousal deep inside. He knew he had you, and relished the way he could persuade you to his whim so easily. One little smirk and the shake of his curls combined with lowering his voice just that extra touch, and you were putty in his hands. Mouldable. Pliable.

So you shrugged your shoulders. “If you say so.”

The white points of Brian’s incisors appeared again when his lip curled at your words. “I do,” he said, like a self-satisfied cat playing with its mouse. He was ridiculously attractive when he got like this: confident of himself and your attraction. If all it took was a quick shower and your wanton caresses to make him feel this high, then you would gladly do it every day. You didn’t want to ruin any more panties in his presence anyways.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to turn away from Brian’s captivating gaze. There was a lot to clean up in the other room, so you made your way over to the mess, but you could feel hazel eyes linger on your retreating form as you walked.

The cat followed the mouse all the way to the kitchen, walking with long, slow strides like the apex predator he was. You were acutely aware of Brian’s steps behind you, and how they stopped at the entrance to the room. It always made your insides twist with excitement to have the privilege of his attention. With happy butterflies in your stomach, you turned to address him.

“You made a big mess Bri,” you said calmly, “Look at the state of my table.”

Brian’s eyes drifted past you into the room, surveying the state of things that he’d left earlier. You watched him as he regarded the melted, spilled ice cream and chocolate that littered the wooden table- which was pushed up against the counter- as well as the streaks on the floor and the discarded spoons thrown about. There was absolutely no reaction discernable on his face; it stayed in the same amused expression he’d donned earlier. Whether he knew it would be this way, and didn’t care, or was trying to hide his true reaction, you didn’t know.

Brian eventually returned his eyes to your face. The right side of his lips twitched up slightly, before he opened his mouth.

“…Sorry.”

It was the most insincere apology imaginable, full of cocky arrogance and lacking any true regret, but your heart leapt at what the words DID mean. He’d enjoyed it. And though the road would be tough, and there would probably be many more moments of self-doubt to come, you knew you could be what he needed. On tour, Brian needed to be larger than life, but to you he always was.

“I don’t think you are.” You said, tilting a hip and crossing your arms playfully.

Brian chuckled back at you. “You’re right… I’m not.” He finally stepped into the room and winked. “And you’re not either… If she is to be believed, a certain young cheerleader liked it enough to drop her profession and be whisked away on tour.” Long legs took another stride towards you, and your heart pounded. “I don’t think I could ever truly be sorry for being with YOU… My beautiful, kind Y/N. But sometimes I do feel a little guilty.”

You prayed your voice wouldn’t squeak as you processed his words. “I enjoy every minute of your company…” you stammered, “You know that.”

It was all true. You felt more from these days with him than the rest of your life combined. You did everything you could to show him how wonderful he was, and how attractive you found him. Your small hand tentatively reached out to rest on his chest, and a twinkle flicked into his eyes as a reward.

“I do,” Brian said softly, “I finally do.”

He bent down to capture your lips in a slow, firm kiss, dragging his mouth along yours and enjoying the way you gave yourself over to him. Your head spun with passion and satisfaction under his movements, feeling the warmth of his essence, but it was all over too soon. Brian pulled off you with a heaving chest, and when you looked up into those shining eyes you knew you would follow him to the ends of the earth.

Seeing your adorning expression, he smiled and tucked a strand of wet hair behind your ear, before speaking in that delicious smooth voice. “Now let’s clean up this mess.”

…

‘Let’s clean up this mess’ turned into you wiping the table and washing the floor on your hands and knees while Brian snooped through your kitchen and asked you questions. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Who in their right mind would expect a rock star of advancing age to scrub sticky chocolate off the table? He was adorable anyways, pacing about the room and opening all your cupboards in curiosity, so you were happy to do all the work.

What Brian DID manage to do, was spot your old bunched up panties in the corner and tuck them into his pocket once again. You guessed it could be considered cleaning.

The drive back to Houston was mostly uneventful… Well, if any time spent in the presence of Brian could be considered uneventful, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. He was his usual flirty self, teasing you and holding you close, while his naughty hands occasionally roamed to the naked backside under your dress. His movements and whispers kept you on edge and wanting the whole time, yearning to be taken further but happy to please him as you were.

It was almost as if the tension earlier had never happened, though you felt the effects still lingering in your mind. At least Brian seemed to have made a decision concerning his attraction to you, or perhaps had momentarily convinced himself to worry about it later. You hoped the former.

When you weren’t pressed up against him, the long drive gave opportunity for you to think about Brian. His reaction back at your apartment probably wasn’t helped by the fact you were packing and had just said goodbye to Jenna before lying down on the table to be fucked. It was sharp, brash evidence shoved in his face that you were uprooting your entire life just because he wanted you to. For the chance to come with him: to cater to his needs. You mentally scolded yourself again for forgetting to warn Jenna, and for not taking your blasted poster down immediately when you got in. How could he not worry that he was taking advantage of you when confronted with all that?

Everything with Brian was a balancing act. The right amount of submission, adoration, sincerity, normalcy and kindness kept him happy, but he also wanted a relationship of equals. It was easy to see where the difficulties arose.

Still, you loved it. Let’s face it, you loved HIM. He challenged you, captivated you, and made you squirm. You never thought you could be attracted to a man this much; it was all-consuming. He made you feel alive, when you realized that you were willing to do anything he asked of you, beg or plead or cry, in order to experience even the tiniest bit of his attention.

…

When the car arrived back at the hotel in Houston Brian opened your door and helped you out of the car. The summer air had cooled a bit in the evening and when you stepped onto the street you felt the crisp air under your skirt, with no fabric to cover your skin. You felt exposed and excited once again that Brian had left you this way, especially when he held your hand unashamedly and thanked Allan the driver when he grabbed your suitcase from the boot.

Before you could reach the handle Brian snatched the bag away from you with his free hand.

“I’ve got it,” he said. “Follow a few strides behind me when we walk through the lobby, just in case.” He squeezed your hand and let it drop before striding into the hotel with your bag.

You quickly tailed after him exactly as he said, without any thought, like a very good girl. There were some situations, and a special tone of voice he used, when you automatically recognized Brian knew best. Best to just do as you were told.

You felt a little dirty honestly, when a few faces in the lobby turned to look your way. They didn’t know you were bare beneath your dress, but you did. Most of the people weren’t even looking at you due to Brian’s striking presence in front. He was striding briskly on those long legs, presumably rushing to the elevator before anyone worked up the courage to come up and talk to him.

He pressed the button and waited a moment for the doors to open, smiling at you in reassurance as they dinged and you joined him inside. The doors shut when he quickly pressed the top floor and ‘close’, and then you were alone once more.

“Easy enough… right my dear?” Brian’s voice sounded over the quiet hum of the lift.

“…Yeah.” You felt a twinge of sympathy for him as he looked at you with such soft, gentle eyes. It was an unusual problem to be so recognizable that he couldn’t wander through a lobby without worrying someone would want to stop him.

You went to press the button for your own floor before you passed it, but Brian caught your hand with his own.

“Don’t you want to come with me tonight?” His smooth tone made you weak at the knees.

“Of… of course Brian,” you stammered, “I just—“

“It’ll be fine sweetheart.” Brian cut you off. “It’s a private floor. I looked into it last night.”

You heart pounded in your chest for some reason as your concerns died with his words. You were excited and overwhelmed, but Brian seemed so sure, that the only thing that left your mouth was “Oh.”

He knew best; if he said it was safe, then you were sure it was. You just really didn’t want to cause any problems for him, and there would certainly be a big one if anything got leaked to the public.

The doors opened and Brian stepped out into a large, well-decorated hallway. You followed close behind. He walked to a door on the left and put down your bag briefly to unlock it. You couldn’t stop yourself from nervously glancing back and forth down each end of the hall while you waited beside him. You were probably paranoid, but you were nowhere near used to all this sneaking around. Brian didn’t seem worried though.

Finally, he opened the door and took your bag through, holding it for you to step through briskly as well. He stared at you with a slightly amused expression as you almost ran into the room in your haste.

“Make yourself at home,” he said, walking to place your bag on the sofa in the sitting room area.

You answered with a thanks and then wandered into the room. There was again a suite reserved for Brian, with a kitchen, lounge and presumably a large bathroom and bedroom. No crowded showers here.

“Feel free to turn on the television or something. I’m going to order a quick bite to eat for us… as delicious as the meal at your flat was, I don’t think it quite filled all the food groups.” Brian gave you a cheeky wink and then went into the bedroom with his phone.

You wondered if the hotel did room service this close to midnight, but if Brian May was ordering it was likely something could be done.

You felt silly watching TV in Brian’s room, but did as he suggested. Even choosing a channel was oddly nerve-wracking; you wanted him to be impressed with your choice. How desperate was that?

…

Dinner was excellent when it arrived: roasted vegetables and pasta spiced to perfection. But the best part was of course the company. You and Brian chatted throughout, falling back into easy conversation like you always did. He was curious what you were going to do with the people you were seeing tomorrow, and what injuries you noticed were common within their complaints. He also asked if any of the band had signed up already, and laughed when you said no, but that you were happy to fit him in anytime for a massage.

You got more insight into Brian’s touring life, how the rig set-up and rehearsals worked, and what the band usually did after the shows. It seemed the core group of people often spent dinners together, but Brian liked to venture out on his own occasionally to sightsee. He was an inquisitive mind, but not everyone wanted to visit museums or telescopes with him. You wished you could accompany him when he so wished, but doubted it would be possible. You felt a little bad as well, for taking up so much of his time today when he could be with his long-time friends, but he insisted that he was happy to talk to you.

It was about 2am when you wrapped up your conversation and Brian suggested you join him for bed. Your heart immediately leapt into your lungs and you nodded and smiled, eager to experience that particular closeness again.

You brushed your teeth and washed your face with the items you’d packed in your bag, but when you went to grab your pajamas out of the suitcase in the lounge you heard a deep voice call out from the bedroom, sweet and melodic with your name.

So you grabbed the PJs and walked over to the door where a seductive sight greeted you. Brian was already in bed, propped up against the headboard with the pillows around him. His chest was bare, but you couldn’t tell what he was wearing beneath the covers. It was a relaxed, delightful view, especially when Brian patted the empty space beside him and told you to join.

“I’m coming Bri,” you answered, “Almost done. I’ve just got to change into these quick.” You held up the nightwear in your hand for him to see.

“Don’t be silly darling. Come here.”

You swallowed at his light but firm tone, and once again did as he said. Brian was not one to be ignored; you’d learned that earlier today.

As soon as you were in reach, standing close to him beside the bed, Brian grabbed the pajamas out of your hand and placed them on the nightstand. “Hands up,” he said, and pulled your dress off over your head when you complied. Even seated in the bed his long arms could reach up high enough. “That’s a good girl… beautiful.”

You could feel the hot blush flare on your face and chest as he praised your naked body once more, and looked down at the floor in happy embarrassment.

“Come on,” Brian continued, “Climb on in. You’ve done this before.”

He was right, you had. The first night you were together. But that was after a round of hot sex in the same bed and you were too tired to fully process the implications of sleeping next to a rock star. Nevertheless you eagerly followed his hand as he pulled yours across him over the sheets.

Brian chuckled at your awkwardness as you tried to move over him and get to the other side of the large bed. He’d obviously done it on purpose, the evil man. But you loved his playful teasing.

Once you were properly under the covers, Brian turned off the light beside him and the room fell into darkness. You felt shifting on the bed beside you, and your skin tingled when calloused fingers drifted across it. Brian sidled up behind you and draped his arms over your body, spooning your small form against his chest. At this point, you could tell that he was indeed naked beneath the covers, and a swell of excitement surged through your chest. It was humbling to know Brian was this comfortable with you, shedding his initial insecurities bit by bit just as you’d hoped.

“Goodnight Brian.” Your voice was soft and sweet as you glowed in his warm embrace. “Thanks again for everything.”

He hummed against your back, and you could feel the vibrations in his chest.

“Goodnight my precious girl.” His words were laced with tiredness, and he shifted slightly closer to you once more. “And thank you.”

It would be a while before you drifted off to sleep, but you were glad of it. You wanted to be conscious of Brian holding you for as long as possible.

Chapter 46: Wake Up Call

Notes:

Daddy kink warning!! See following chapter for alternate :)

Music and blood pounded in your ears, drowning out everything else as you focused on the bright lights and powerful guitarist before you. You were backstage at another one of Brian’s concerts, watching with excitement, adoration, pride and lust as he entertained the crowd. He was a vision: so tall and handsome, working his fingers across the frets with talented ease. The cock of his hip and tilt of the Red Special sent the audience into hysterics, and flooded your own core with arousal. You were uncontrollably attracted to him and everything he did.

It was already the end of the concert and the final notes of “We Are the Champions” sustained through the stadium as the huge confetti cannons blew enormous amounts of glittering paper. The unmistakable roar of the crowd followed once Brian silenced Red for the last time that night. You couldn’t help but join in, clapping and cheering for another show well done. You didn’t think you would ever get tired of this.

It was a true treasure to see Brian’s face so happy and content after each successful performance, basking in the approval of thousands of fans. He loved the attention… the adulation. And you loved the adrenaline he worked up playing in front of so many people, because you were the lucky girl who he took it out on.

Tonight Brian seemed eager as ever. He hardly managed to congratulate the other band members before looking hungrily in your direction. Long legs strode over to you with brisk purpose, and you swallowed with anticipation for what was to come. The white mess of sweaty curls atop his head bounced with each step, but distracting as they were your gaze was drawn to the dark eyes and predatory smirk on his striking face. Another gush of delicious heat flowed through you and wet your tiny panties. This magnificent creature wanted YOU, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Brian snatched your wrist in his hand and tugged you along after him without a word. His strong grip was slightly painful, but you were so turned on by his urgency that you relished in the firm fingers digging into your skin. He didn’t even slow down his strides, so you were forced to jog a little to keep up.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all night,” Brian growled as you approached his changeroom door, “Wanna feel that little pussy tight around my cock.”

You whimpered, agreeing with his sentiment more than anything as he pulled you through the entrance and slammed the door. God you needed him to fill you up. The wet folds of your sex were throbbing, absolutely aching for that wonderful penis.

Brian yanked your arm once more and threw your small form onto the bed with ease. It was huge, and soft, but you barely had time to process anything as he immediately climbed over top you. His surprisingly thick, muscular thighs bracketed your waist as he towered over your body. The long silver encore coat was also thrown across the room in his haste… and then rough hands were pulling at your clothes.

He somehow tore through both your shirt and shorts in one rip, tendons popping without restraint in his forearms. Fuck, he was glorious. You lurched under him and pressed your naked core up between his legs above you. You were trembling with need, searching blindly for that sweet friction.

Your wanton actions made Brian growl above you and pin your wrists above your head. “Hold still Y/N,” he commanded, and you complied, “That’s a good girl. Daddy’s gonna fill you up nice.”

“Yes!” you cried, “Please Daddy! Fuck me hard Sir.”

The pressure at your wrists increased as Brian leaned on his arms to adjust upon you. Before you could make sense of the lust-clouded sensations around you, there was the unmistakeable press of a blunt hardness between your legs.

Brian pushed into you steadily, but slow enough that the massive stretch didn’t hurt too much. There was plenty of lubrication from his sexy dominance so his thick cock slid through your channel smoothly. You felt your walls opening for him: your very body submitting to his, just as you gasped shaky breaths under him.

“So wet for me my darling… So eager for Daddy.” Brian’s voice was dark sin as he finally pressed himself into you fully, reaching that delightful spot so very deep inside so you knew you were his. “You feel lovely and soft and so very tight baby. Take my cock so well.”

You were trembling below him, pinned to the mattress by his weight, and stuffed to the absolute brim with his entire length inside you. That hard cock was too long and thick in your hole for your brain to function properly at this moment. No coherent thoughts left your lips, just needy cries of reverence and praise for the pleasures he gifted you. You begged for him to start moving.

With a dark chuckle, Brian acquiesced to your pleads and gave a long thrust out and into your dripping channel. Your eyes opened at the almost painful shock of so much dragging against your walls, and you saw the halo of his white curls above your head.

“That’s it baby girl, feel how hard I am inside you.” Brian gritted his teeth and grunted with pleasure. “Did you enjoy the concert tonight?”

“Yes Sir,” you responded somehow, always able to find words when Brian wanted you to. “You’re magnificent. I love the way you play. So… unff!” You were cut off by your own groan when he started thrusting more. “So sexy and commanding… Every time I watch I just want you to take me.”

An arrogant chuckle filled the air. “See Jenna, I told you she was a fucking slut for me.” Your head snapped towards the sound of Brian’s voice, and the sight of your best friend standing shocked right beside the bed. Brian smirked at your mortified expression and added, “Anytime, anywhere I want it.”

You quickly looked away, trying to save yourself from the intense, heavy embarrassment that weighed on your chest. You were horrified that Jenna was here to see such an intimate moment, but the outright humiliation sent such gushes of arousal between your legs that you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You laid and took Brian’s pounding still, whining for him under the worried eyes of your old friend. Why would he have invited her?

Just then, the door to the bedroom slammed open, and your parents burst into the room, arms flinging everywhere.

“Oh my God!” your mother shrieked, “Y/N is that you?!? I thought there was something going on! Why have you brought him here?!?”

Your childhood room was suddenly full of people and voices. Before you knew it there were flash bulbs popping and the sounds of pictures being taken as you panicked under Brian. You’d blown it; you should have never brought him to your house. The love of your life would be facing heaps of public condemnation all because of you! What a fucking fool you were!

It was all too much: the commotion and shouting as your dirty secret was outed. Still though, Brian continued to thrust within you, and the pleasure somehow built and built. What was wrong with you? You needed to get out of here now! The fight of flight instinct inside you flared to life and your heart drummed even faster. You struggled against the sheets but couldn’t move. Your arms and legs felt like lead, and the weight of Brian still pressed you down.

Blind dread filled your heart and the world spun around you… yet between your legs was the sweetest feeling of the man you adored moving inside you. You were damning yourself and Brian just for one more minute of pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut in confusion, and the last thing you recognized was the hot heat of Brian before—

Your eyes snapped open again and your body lay frozen, stunned by the scenarios whirling in your head as your heart continued to pound. All you could see was Brian’s hotel bedroom: no Jenna, no parents, and no reporters. There was only the wall, and that same sweet heat of arousal between your legs.

You tested your mobility and lifted an arm. You could move! It felt like a weight had been removed from your chest. It must have been a dream. You took a deep breath and reassured yourself, acutely aware of your rapid heartbeat and attempting to relax it.

Something else shifted behind you and pressed tighter: a large warm body snug and safe. “Good morning my darling.”

Brian’s voice, soft from sleep, instantly helped to calm your nerves. He placed a kiss on the back of your shoulder. You were attempting to collect your voice and answer him when something moved again within your core and caused a weak moan to slip out instead.

There was a low rumbled chuckle behind you, barely audible in its airiness but vibrating through your back. Brian had taken your moan as encouragement, and you were very glad he did.

Your head was still bleary from sleep but you soon realized he had at least two fingers buried inside you, working and scissoring them to drive your previously unconscious nerves crazy. There was also something hot and hard rubbing against your lower back. Now it all made sense.

“Sorry to wake you so early,” Brian murmured, still teasing your folds lazily, “But I couldn’t wait any longer. It’s not every day a man my age wakes up ready and wanting.” The hand that wasn’t currently spreading your juices along your needy centre reached around to take a large handful of your topmost breast. “You’re a very special girl.”

Your position on your side created plenty of cleavage between your boobs, and Brian seemed to be enjoying playing with their supple flesh. He took time to tease each nipple and run his fingers through the crevice between them, all the while still working his magic downstairs.

He always made you feel so good and so wanted. You could feel the frightened panic of your nightmare already fading in his embrace. Not to mention a very nice orgasm building fast. You wondered how long it took you to wake up, because you were already almost trembling with need.

You pressed your bum back into him, clearly grinding on his hard cock, and answered in your own sleep-rough voice. “Don’t be sorry… I’m glad you did. This feels much better.”

“Mmm,” Brian hummed, still caressing you tenderly, “Better than what? Did I steal you away from some sweet dream?”

You shook your head slightly. “More of a nightmare really.”

“Oh baby…” Brian pulled you tighter to his chest, squishing your soft breasts under his arm as he did so. “Let Daddy take care of it. You’re safe; I’m here. And I’m gonna help you forget all about it.”

You had never felt so treasured and cared for, than when you were snug in his arms. Your chest slowed to match his, breathing in his scent of comfort but still eager with yearning for the pleasure he gave. You needed the strength of your connection right now, trying to get the nightmare out of your head.

“Yes… Please fix it Daddy”

You opened your legs further to encourage Brian to take what he wanted from you. Almost immediately he slipped a third finger inside to stretch you nicely, and you were reminded how sore you were from yesterday. Still, it wasn’t too bad, and you wanted to give Brian everything, so you bit your tongue and moaned again in encouragement.

Brian’s fingers stilled, but they remained inside you. “You’re a wonderful girl Y/N, but I suspect you’re not telling me everything. Are you still sore?”

“Nnnn…” you groaned your disagreement through the sleepy, needy haze, “I want you.”

You shook a bit as Brian chuckled again. “Alright alright, I don’t need much persuading this morning.”

Finally, he pulled his long fingers out of your wet channel and lined his cock up, still spooning you from behind. You gasped with pleased ecstasy as he filled you and stretched you more yet. Slow, oh so slow and gentle he pressed in, moving his hands to cup your hips as he did so. You felt like you were in heaven under his touch. The rough pads of his fingers on your smooth hips and the hard heat of his member inside. Every cell of your being wanted Brian: body and soul. He made everything better. Everything wonderful.

Each inch he thrust in he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, praising you and your body and making your heart flutter with every warm brush if his lips against your skin. “Beautiful,” he would say, and even that sent tremors along your spine. “You’re simply exquisite… so good for me.”

With him fully inside you were soaked and already very close to climax at this point. You heaved shaky breaths, high and balancing on the edge of pleasure. “Oh yes,” you moaned, “As are you Brian.”

At the mention of his name, Brian brought a finger around to your clit. He pressed gently still, but rubbed the throbbing bundle of nerves rapidly, causing your eager walls to clench around him. It must have felt equally wonderful for him, because you were thrilled by the pleased groan that left his lips.

“Good girl Y/N... Relax and let Daddy make you feel good. No more worries right now. Just focus on me.” Brian’s voice sounded almost like a feline purr in your ear.

“Yes Sir,” you whined, impaled so tight on his manhood that you felt unable to move, but still yearning for the tiniest bit more friction on your clit. Brian wasn’t even moving inside you. It seemed he was content to savour the morning with your wet heat around him, and simply drive you over the edge with his clever fingers. You knew he would succeed soon. The stretch of his cock pulled your insides so taught that even the lightest brush through your folds sent bursts of energy everywhere.

“That’s it baby. You’re so responsive… such a lovely thing.” Brian circled your swollen bud no faster, drawing out the last build of uncontrollable pleasure before your inevitable fall. “Almost there now.”

“Please Daddy… Oh God!” Your voice was still too tired to be as loud as you felt it should be. You were really desperate at this point: trembling and unable to move, but craving for that final, beautiful release. It was there, so very close and desirable. You were lost in the sensation of him: big, warm, gentle and lazy with morning haze. You felt safe and taken care of. So you let go.

“Come for me Y/N.”

Brian said those wonderful words just as you felt the first twinge of uncontrollable fluttering below. Your release was slow to start, drawn out in interspersed contractions around his cock. It was sweet and delicious as you panted quick little breaths and your thighs twitched under the sheet.

Soaring high on the pleasures of Brian’s talents, you had indeed almost forgotten about your dream. The danger of being exposed and the pressure of having to sneak around some places were ever-present in the back of your mind, but being with him overshadowed all that. Brian obviously thought so too. There was nothing wrong with what you were doing together: not when it felt like this. You trusted that he knew what he was doing, and let the warm feeling of his control and comfort overwhelm you.

When you stopped pulsing and squeezing around the still-hard penis inside you there was a momentary silence, before Brian broke it with his smooth tenor.

“Very good darling.” He moved his hand and brought it up to your chin. It was still slightly damp from your arousal. With the slightest pressure he turned your head towards him for a kiss. The awkward neck angle didn’t bother you once you felt the velvet softness of his lips. You wanted to melt into him, but as always he was the first to pull away. “Do you feel better now?”

You smiled as you tried to look into his eyes. The angle really was rather difficult. “Yes Bri, thank you… but I believe you’re not quite done yet.” You cheekily clamped your walls around his hard cock once more. “And that was the whole point wasn’t it?”

A deep groan rumbled from Brian’s chest in response, and your stomach lurched with new pleasure when his large hand at your throat tightened unconsciously.

“You’re a delightful minx Y/N, but I’m embarrassed to say I don’t think it'll take much.”

You hummed, not the least bothered by that. “Let me please you too Sir.” You reached up to stroke the hair on his forearm by your throat. “I want to more than anything.”

Brian chuckled again, and you could just make out a crooked smile in the corner of your eye. “Who am I to say no to that?”

Notes:

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Chapter 47: Wake Up Call (Alternate)

Notes:

Non-daddy kink version of previous chapter :)

Music and blood pounded in your ears, drowning out everything else as you focused on the bright lights and powerful guitarist before you. You were backstage at another one of Brian’s concerts, watching with excitement, adoration, pride and lust as he entertained the crowd. He was a vision: so tall and handsome, working his fingers across the frets with talented ease. The cock of his hip and tilt of the Red Special sent the audience into hysterics, and flooded your own core with arousal. You were uncontrollably attracted to him and everything he did.

It was already the end of the concert and the final notes of “We Are the Champions” sustained through the stadium as the huge confetti cannons blew enormous amounts of glittering paper. The unmistakable roar of the crowd followed once Brian silenced Red for the last time that night. You couldn’t help but join in, clapping and cheering for another show well done. You didn’t think you would ever get tired of this.

It was a true treasure to see Brian’s face so happy and content after each successful performance, basking in the approval of thousands of fans. He loved the attention… the adulation. And you loved the adrenaline he worked up playing in front of so many people, because you were the lucky girl who he took it out on.

Tonight Brian seemed eager as ever. He hardly managed to congratulate the other band members before looking hungrily in your direction. Long legs strode over to you with brisk purpose, and you swallowed with anticipation for what was to come. The white mess of sweaty curls atop his head bounced with each step, but distracting as they were your gaze was drawn to the dark eyes and predatory smirk on his striking face. Another gush of delicious heat flowed through you and wet your tiny panties. This magnificent creature wanted YOU, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Brian snatched your wrist in his hand and tugged you along after him without a word. His strong grip was slightly painful, but you were so turned on by his urgency that you relished in the firm fingers digging into your skin. He didn’t even slow down his strides, so you were forced to jog a little to keep up.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all night,” Brian growled as you approached his changeroom door, “Wanna feel that little pussy tight around my cock.”

You whimpered, agreeing with his sentiment more than anything as he pulled you through the entrance and slammed the door. God you needed him to fill you up. The wet folds of your sex were throbbing, absolutely aching for that wonderful penis.

Brian yanked your arm once more and threw your small form onto the bed with ease. It was huge, and soft, but you barely had time to process anything as he immediately climbed over top you. His surprisingly thick, muscular thighs bracketed your waist as he towered over your body. The long silver encore coat was also thrown across the room in his haste… and then rough hands were pulling at your clothes.

He somehow tore through both your shirt and shorts in one rip, tendons popping without restraint in his forearms. Fuck, he was glorious. You lurched under him and pressed your naked core up between his legs above you. You were trembling with need, searching blindly for that sweet friction.

Your wanton actions made Brian growl above you and pin your wrists above your head. “Hold still Y/N,” he commanded, and you complied, “That’s a good girl. I'm gonna fill you up nice.”

“Yes!” you cried, “Please! Fuck me hard Sir.”

The pressure at your wrists increased as Brian leaned on his arms to adjust upon you. Before you could make sense of the lust-clouded sensations around you, there was the unmistakeable press of a blunt hardness between your legs.

Brian pushed into you steadily, but slow enough that the massive stretch didn’t hurt too much. There was plenty of lubrication from his sexy dominance so his thick cock slid through your channel smoothly. You felt your walls opening for him: your very body submitting to his, just as you gasped shaky breaths under him.

“So wet for me my darling… so eager.” Brian’s voice was dark sin as he finally pressed himself into you fully, reaching that delightful spot so very deep inside so you knew you were his. “You feel lovely and soft and so very tight baby. Take my cock so well.”

You were trembling below him, pinned to the mattress by his weight, and stuffed to the absolute brim with his entire length inside you. That hard cock was too long and thick in your hole for your brain to function properly at this moment. No coherent thoughts left your lips, just needy cries of reverence and praise for the pleasures he gifted you. You begged for him to start moving.

With a dark chuckle, Brian acquiesced to your pleads and gave a long thrust out and into your dripping channel. Your eyes opened at the almost painful shock of so much dragging against your walls, and you saw the halo of his white curls above your head.

“That’s it baby girl, feel how hard I am inside you.” Brian gritted his teeth and grunted with pleasure. “Did you enjoy the concert tonight?”

“Yes Sir,” you responded somehow, always able to find words when Brian wanted you to. “You’re magnificent. I love the way you play. So… unff!” You were cut off by your own groan when he started thrusting more. “So sexy and commanding… Every time I watch I just want you to take me.”

An arrogant chuckle filled the air. “See Jenna, I told you she was a fucking slut for me.” Your head snapped towards the sound of Brian’s voice, and the sight of your best friend standing shocked right beside the bed. Brian smirked at your mortified expression and added, “Anytime, anywhere I want it.”

You quickly looked away, trying to save yourself from the intense, heavy embarrassment that weighed on your chest. You were horrified that Jenna was here to see such an intimate moment, but the outright humiliation sent such gushes of arousal between your legs that you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You laid and took Brian’s pounding still, whining for him under the worried eyes of your old friend. Why would he have invited her?

Just then, the door to the bedroom slammed open, and your parents burst into the room, arms flinging everywhere.

“Oh my God!” your mother shrieked, “Y/N is that you?!? I thought there was something going on! Why have you brought him here?!?”

Your childhood room was suddenly full of people and voices. Before you knew it there were flash bulbs popping and the sounds of pictures being taken as you panicked under Brian. You’d blown it; you should have never brought him to your house. The love of your life would be facing heaps of public condemnation all because of you! What a fucking fool you were!

It was all too much: the commotion and shouting as your dirty secret was outed. Still though, Brian continued to thrust within you, and the pleasure somehow built and built. What was wrong with you? You needed to get out of here now! The fight of flight instinct inside you flared to life and your heart drummed even faster. You struggled against the sheets but couldn’t move. Your arms and legs felt like lead, and the weight of Brian still pressed you down.

Blind dread filled your heart and the world spun around you… yet between your legs was the sweetest feeling of the man you adored moving inside you. You were damning yourself and Brian just for one more minute of pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut in confusion, and the last thing you recognized was the hot heat of Brian before—

Your eyes snapped open again and your body lay frozen, stunned by the scenarios whirling in your head as your heart continued to pound. All you could see was Brian’s hotel bedroom: no Jenna, no parents, and no reporters. There was only the wall, and that same sweet heat of arousal between your legs.

You tested your mobility and lifted an arm. You could move! It felt like a weight had been removed from your chest. It must have been a dream. You took a deep breath and reassured yourself, acutely aware of your rapid heartbeat and attempting to relax it.

Something else shifted behind you and pressed tighter: a large warm body snug and safe. “Good morning my darling.”

Brian’s voice, soft from sleep, instantly helped to calm your nerves. He placed a kiss on the back of your shoulder. You were attempting to collect your voice and answer him when something moved again within your core and caused a weak moan to slip out instead.

There was a low rumbled chuckle behind you, barely audible in its airiness but vibrating through your back. Brian had taken your moan as encouragement, and you were very glad he did.

Your head was still bleary from sleep but you soon realized he had at least two fingers buried inside you, working and scissoring them to drive your previously unconscious nerves crazy. There was also something hot and hard rubbing against your lower back. Now it all made sense.

“Sorry to wake you so early,” Brian murmured, still teasing your folds lazily, “But I couldn’t wait any longer. It’s not every day a man my age wakes up ready and wanting.” The hand that wasn’t currently spreading your juices along your needy centre reached around to take a large handful of your topmost breast. “You’re a very special girl.”

Your position on your side created plenty of cleavage between your boobs, and Brian seemed to be enjoying playing with their supple flesh. He took time to tease each nipple and run his fingers through the crevice between them, all the while still working his magic downstairs.

He always made you feel so good and so wanted. You could feel the frightened panic of your nightmare already fading in his embrace. Not to mention a very nice orgasm building fast. You wondered how long it took you to wake up, because you were already almost trembling with need.

You pressed your bum back into him, clearly grinding on his hard cock, and answered in your own sleep-rough voice. “Don’t be sorry… I’m glad you did. This feels much better.”

“Mmm,” Brian hummed, still caressing you tenderly, “Better than what? Did I steal you away from some sweet dream?”

You shook your head slightly. “More of a nightmare really.”

“Oh baby…” Brian pulled you tighter to his chest, squishing your soft breasts under his arm as he did so. “Let me take care of it. You’re safe; I’m here. And I’m gonna help you forget all about it.”

You had never felt so treasured and cared for, than when you were snug in his arms. Your chest slowed to match his, breathing in his scent of comfort but still eager with yearning for the pleasure he gave. You needed the strength of your connection right now, trying to get the nightmare out of your head.

“Yes… Please Bri”

You opened your legs further to encourage Brian to take what he wanted from you. Almost immediately he slipped a third finger inside to stretch you nicely, and you were reminded how sore you were from yesterday. Still, it wasn’t too bad, and you wanted to give Brian everything, so you bit your tongue and moaned again in encouragement.

Brian’s fingers stilled, but they remained inside you. “You’re a wonderful girl Y/N, but I suspect you’re not telling everything. Are you still sore?”

“Nnnn…” you groaned your disagreement through the sleepy, needy haze, “I want you.”

You shook a bit as Brian chuckled again. “Alright alright, I don’t need much persuading this morning.”

Finally, he pulled his long fingers out of your wet channel and lined his cock up, still spooning you from behind. You gasped with pleased ecstasy as he filled you and stretched you more yet. Slow, oh so slow and gentle he pressed in, moving his hands to cup your hips as he did so. You felt like you were in heaven under his touch. The rough pads of his fingers on your smooth hips and the hard heat of his member inside. Every cell of your being wanted Brian: body and soul. He made everything better. Everything wonderful.

Each inch he thrust in he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, praising you and your body and making your heart flutter with every warm brush if his lips against your skin. “Beautiful,” he would say, and even that sent tremors along your spine. “You’re simply exquisite… so good for me.”

With him fully inside you were soaked and already very close to climax at this point. You heaved shaky breaths, high and balancing on the edge of pleasure. “Oh yes,” you moaned, “As are you Brian.”

At the mention of his name, Brian brought a finger around to your clit. He pressed gently still, but rubbed the throbbing bundle of nerves rapidly, causing your eager walls to clench around him. It must have felt equally wonderful for him, because you were thrilled by the pleased groan that left his lips.

“Good girl Y/N... Relax and let me make you feel good. No more worries right now. Just focus on me.” Brian’s voice sounded almost like a feline purr in your ear.

“Yes Sir,” you whined, impaled so tight on his manhood that you felt unable to move, but still yearning for the tiniest bit more friction on your clit. Brian wasn’t even moving inside you. It seemed he was content to savour the morning with your wet heat around him, and simply drive you over the edge with his clever fingers. You knew he would succeed soon. The stretch of his cock pulled your insides so taught that even the lighted brush through your folds sent bursts of energy everywhere.

“That’s it baby. You’re so responsive… such a lovely thing.” Brian circled your swollen bud no faster, drawing out the last build of uncontrollable pleasure before your inevitable fall. “Almost there now.”

“Please Sir… Oh God!” Your voice was still too tired to be as loud as you felt it should be. You were really desperate at this point: trembling and unable to move, but craving for that final beautiful release. It was there, so very close and desirable. You were lost in the sensation of him: big, warm, gentle and lazy with morning haze. You felt safe and taken care of. So you let go.

“Come for me Y/N.”

Brian said those wonderful words just as you felt the first twinge of uncontrollable fluttering below. Your release was slow to start, drawn out in interspersed contractions around his cock. It was sweet and delicious as you panted quick little breaths and your thighs twitched under the sheet.

Soaring high on the pleasures of Brian’s talents, you had indeed almost forgotten about your dream. The danger of being exposed and the pressure of having to sneak around some places were ever-present in the back of your mind, but being with him overshadowed all that. Brian obviously thought so too. There was nothing wrong with what you were doing together: not when it felt like this. You trusted that he knew what he was doing, and let the warm feeling of his control and comfort overwhelm you.

When you stopped pulsing and squeezing around the still-hard penis inside you there was a momentary silence, before Brian broke it with his smooth tenor.

“Very good darling.” He moved his hand and brought it up to your chin. It was still slightly damp from your arousal. With the slightest pressure he turned your head towards him for a kiss. The awkward neck angle didn’t bother you once you felt the velvet softness of his lips. You wanted to melt into him, but as always he was the first to pull away. “Do you feel better now?”

You smiled as you tried to look into his eyes. The angle really was rather difficult. “Yes Bri, thank you… but I believe you’re not quite done yet.” You cheekily clamped your walls around his hard cock once more. “And that was the whole point wasn’t it?”

A deep groan rumbled from Brian’s chest in response, and your stomach lurched with new pleasure when his large hand at your throat tightened unconsciously.

“You’re a delightful minx Y/N, but I’m embarrassed to say I don’t think it'll take much.”

You hummed, not the least bothered by that. “Let me please you too Sir.” You reached up to stroke the hair on his forearm by your throat. “I want to more than anything.”

Brian chuckled again, and you could just make out a crooked smile in the corner of your eye. “Who am I to say no to that?”

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Chapter 48: A Different Kind of Call

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Thanks to everyone who left some feedback on the last "chapter". I'll leave it up for a bit longer in case anyone else wants to give their input, but you guys have really helped me feel comfortable to take the story where I want to go.

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Brian let go of your chin and leaned back against the pillow. Now free to move you shuffled, and he hissed as you slowly removed yourself from his throbbing cock. Your limbs were heavy from sleep and your recent orgasm, but you hardly noticed because you were so focused and eager to make Brian feel good. You turned your body around so that you were facing him under the sheet, chest to chest. Then you grabbed his shoulders and guided him to lie on his back. Once in position, you raised yourself into your knees so you were on all fours next to him.

He looked gorgeous as usual, staring at you with dark eyes and his cloud of white hair blending into the pillowcase. His lips parted in a smile, cue for you to do as you please, so you took a deep breath through your nose. Being able to touch Brian again would likely leave you with a certain problem later- a sore pussy and backside still aching for more- but you’d have to get used to that on tour with him. So you smiled back, leaned closer, and ghosted a light touch on the tent in the sheet.

“I didn’t get to finish this yesterday…” you tried to make your voice silky as you ran your other hand down his hairy chest, “We were rudely interrupted.” The soft skin below your fingers was too tempting to resist, so you leant down and gave it a quick kiss as well, before adding, “My fault I admit.”

“Oh, then by all means darling,” Brian replied smugly, “Have at it.”

As soon as you heard his permission you dived under the covers for your prize. His erection greeted you, swollen and still wet from your juices, and you quickly wrapped both hands around it. The pleased groan from above was music to your ears.

“Eager as ever I see,” Brian said, while trying to maintain control of his thighs tensing next to your head, “Such a good girl Y/N. Remember tap my leg for your safeword.”

You hummed in agreement, stroking the velvet flesh of his shaft briefly before cupping his balls and darting your tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. God… you never thought you’d forget the taste of Brian’s pleasure. And now it was mixed with your own drippings, so that was something.

Undeterred by the new taste you pressed your tongue wide against him and enjoyed the way you felt him throb against it. It made you want more, so you moved down to the base of his penis, inhaling the sultry musk, before licking the entire length.

This caused another lovely moan from above, so you did it once more before swirling around his head at the end. As you held yourself there, one hand cradling his sack and one splayed over his lower abdomen with your mouth on his dick, an insistent hand buried itself in your hair. Boy, he was a spoiled thing: never needed to wait because he always got what he wanted.

“Come on baby,” the fingers tightened, “Suck it properly.”

You didn’t do strictly as he asked, but opened around him to give a suggestion of the warm wet heat your mouth would provide. Just the tip. Certainly not enough for a greedy rock star. You gummed your lips around him a few times and continued to tease until you heard a deep growl.

“I said suck it properly.” Brian’s voice was hard and dominant as his other hand came down to your head. “You have a talent for this Y/N, able to take me so deep, and I want to make good use of it.”

Then he forced your head downwards, and you were careful to tuck your teeth away as his thick cock shoved into your mouth. Immediately you felt a new gush of slick between your legs when your spent pussy clenched around nothing. God you loved when he was a bit rough.

You struggled against his grip and tried to adjust your angle as Brian pushed you down his length. He hit the back of your mouth frighteningly soon, and you braced yourself not to gag as he pushed further against the opening of your throat. You knew you could do this, and had done it before, but holy hell he was still huge. You weren’t sure you possessed this ‘talent’ for sucking cock that Brian believed compared to other girls; you just wanted to please him so bad that you’d sooner choke to death than pull off. You loved his beautiful dick, and your stomach filled with dark arousal at the act of being used by him like this. Your thighs clenched wantonly still stuck up in the air with nothing near.

When Brian was fully sheathed, or at least when he could go no further, you knew your nose was close enough to his pelvis to smell the scents of arousal strongly. However his large presence in your throat was restricting your breathing all together all the moment, so you’d have to wait.

Brian held you down for a few seconds and let out a low, frankly obscene moan. “That’s better my sweet girl… your little throat feels so good.” Just as your lungs were starting to protest Brian’s grip on your head pulled you upwards and you sucked in a deep breath through your nose as soon as you could. You were right; you were surrounded and compelled by his needs and the lingering musk of your own.

The thrusts continued slowly, your head bobbing up and down his shaft guided by Brian’s hands. He seemed to be setting a more leisurely pace than usual today, drawing out the morning bliss instead of working out nighttime steam.

You could feel every vein on his shaft moving over your lips, and every twitch he made when you increased your suction or grazed him with your teeth. You were bursting with pride as always, still absolutely stunned you’d been chosen to share in these pleasures with such a man. Brian was so immeasurably above you: beautiful, intelligent, kind, influential, talented and experienced. Yet here you were licking dutifully at his swollen cock, trying to give him everything you had to offer as if it would somehow bridge the enormous gap between you.

Every grunt he made, every unthinking tug of your hair, every shuddering breath drawn from that broad chest filled you with purpose and pleasure. Just to be close to him. To make him feel confident. To give him something in return for all the good he’d done in the world.

Suddenly, just as spit was leaking out of your mouth and you were starting to forget your mind in the movements for his enjoyment, an interruptive buzzing came from the nightstand beside the bed. Where your unused pajamas were still likely sitting.

“Fuck.” Brian cursed and took one of his hands off you to reach for the phone. “Don’t you dare stop Y/N.” Your heart froze at the command, nervous with excitement at the naughtiness of it all as he patted your head with his remaining hand. “Now we’ll see just how good you can be for me. No noises. If you make me come on the phone you’ll get a reward later.”

Oh SHIT, Brian really was one kinky bastard. You could do nothing to answer still sucking on his cock, so you simply lowered yourself once more, resuming your rhythm. He would understand.

You heard the buzzing stop when Brian answered his phone. “Good morning.”

Whoever was on the other end of the line started talking and you could just make out the faint sound of a feminine voice, but not well enough to discern any words. You definitely knew someone was there though, and the scandalous act you were taking part in felt hot and turbulent in your stomach. Your arms started shaking slightly and you clenched all the muscles between your legs as Brian kept talking.

“Yes… finally a lazy morning in bed.”

His voice was shockingly calm, if a bit breathless from the movements of your mouth. How on earth was he so blasé about doing this? You felt dirty and slutty, questioning how you’d got to this point, and so bloody turned on as well. You weren’t the person you thought you were… not in Brian’s presence. He drove you insane: incapable of resisting his charms.

“Oh you know how it is,” Brian answered some banal question you couldn’t hear, “I love the shows but I go to bed exhausted and wake up sore every morning. I’m starting to feel everything more than I used to. We had to get a trainer in so Rog and I don’t fall apart.”

You paled at the mention of your ‘official’ position and felt all at once stunned, nervous and guilty. But Brian’s big hand gripped your hair tight again and forced you to resume the movements you didn’t know you’d stopped.

“Nice girl actually,” he held you down deep and you focused hard on not making any choking sounds while he continued in that damn smug voice, “I’m feeling better already.”

Dark tendrils curled in your gut at Brian’s subtle praise for you, behaving properly and pleasing him like a good little girl. Well… that was fucking hot. You were ashamed to feel more warm arousal slide between your legs after another involuntary muscle contraction in your nether regions. It felt like you were dripping, simply from sucking his cock with the danger someone could find out.

As he listened to whatever she was saying, and you sucked his shaft nice and deep, you found yourself shockingly possessive. Who was this caller who had interrupted your morning with Brian? And how could he focus on anything other than the feeling of your mouth around him? You made it your goal right then to steal back his attention. It was he who wanted to play this game anyways.

“So what did you—“

You felt the bed shift as Brian quickly moved the phone away from his mouth and sucked in a sharp breath when you drew your teeth gently across his tender flesh. Success.

You knew you’d done well when his fingers tightened in your hair again and pulled, commanding you into a faster rhythm. His voice was scratchy when he repeated the question. “What did you call about?"

You guessed Brian was close at this point, considering he said he wouldn’t last long before you even started. You took advantage at the caller’s explanation and really started to work your magic: sucking and sliding your tongue over his length. Fuck you loved his subtle squirms, and the coiled power you could feel from his masculine thighs and abdomen as he tried to restrain himself. It was a rush of adrenaline and endorphins to know that you held the pleasure of this glorious creature in the palm of your hand… or in this case the tightness of your throat.

You wanted that reward so bad you could taste it. You sucked and licked and worked his cock almost in a frenzy while your hands caressed the sensitive skin of his balls and base; you couldn’t get enough of him at once. It was just so good. You could feel him pulse along your tongue and start to buck his hips up into you while holding your head down hard.

“Yes…” Brian answered on the phone, clearly straining his voice through gritted teeth. “I remembered a couple of days ago actually, but thanks for the reminder.” He was panting ragged breaths and his whole body was taught with strain. “Hold on one sec.” He all but grunted the last words before quickly moving the receiver out of range.

A surge of pride rolled through you as Brian got lost in the pleasure you were providing. Your hands gave one last gentle squeeze at the same time Brian plunged his cockhead down your throat as deep as you could take him, and then you felt the final pulse of his release and tried not to gag as he kept the pressure on your head and filled your mouth with his load. Dutifully, you swallowed as much as you could, eagerly taking everything he had to give. Wow... he really must have been close since waking up. And it was your body next to his in bed that had done that.

There was nothing for a moment except the deep, satisfied breaths coming from Brian’s chest as the energy of his orgasm passed through. Then finally he went back to the phone while you finished cleaning his cock, happily licking up any spillage you’d missed. “Sorry about that…” his voice was still a bit hoarse, “Was there anything else?”

Silence for another moment, and you felt his hand pet your tangled hair.

“Ok, and everything’s fine there?”

You pulled away from his crotch at last and crawled up to lay upon his chest, contently returning the smile Brian gave you when you met his eyes.

“Great. Thanks for calling. Bye.”

Brian hung up the phone and threw it down on the bed beside you. He wrapped both hands around your smaller form and squeezed you against him snugly, placing a kiss atop your head before rolling over to trap you beneath him once more.

Those beautiful hazel eyes were glistening with what little light snuck through the curtains, and your heat fluttered uncontrollably at the sight. Every moment spent with this man was heaven, especially when he looked at you like that. The warm weight of his body above you was perfect: keeping you safe, stuck, and unmistakably his.

“Good girl Y/N.” He drawled, lovely and deep, sending the vibrations right through your chest. “I’ve not done that in a while… and you were so very perfect for me. Just like I asked.”

You couldn’t help but beam up at him from the praise. Pleasing Brian and making him happy with you always filled you with overwhelming joy and completeness. You loved to be good for him.

Brian saw your loopy, blissed out smile and leaned down to claim your lips as well, sucking and nipping like he always did when he wanted to show his possession. He was obviously very pleased indeed. A callused hand reached out to stroke the side of your face before he pulled away.

“That was my PA calling from England. It’s Roger’s birthday today.” Brian’s tone was light and grew an edge of humour when he flashed a crooked grin. “Apparently I’m not trusted to remember myself.”

“I’m sure you would have remembered Bri,” you reassured him. You were so enraptured by every aspect of this man that, to you, he could do anything. He was a genius, a beautiful hero, and a damn good lover.

Brian smirked down at you. “I don’t know about that Y/N… I’ve got quite the distraction with me at the moment.” One more quick peck at your reddened lips as you blushed under him. “Now get dressed. And think of something you’d like to do for your reward. You deserve it.”

Chapter 49: Birthday Plans

Notes:

Hi guys! I'm fully aware this is a filler chapter but I thought I'd give you a little something while I could :)

Since you were scheduled to see some of the crew members for treatment once you got to Detroit you put on your regular work clothes: leggings and a tank top. Brian was particularly fond of the leggings. And you were particularly fond of the way he looked at you in them. The throbbing ache between your legs he’d left you with post blow job had gradually faded, but every time you caught him staring at your backside a new flash of heat passed through.

Dr. International-Rock-Star-Fashion-Icon May dressed himself again in the shorts of many pockets and the most adorable button-up you’d ever seen. Believe it or not, there were Toy Story characters scattered all over his torso. When he’d walked in the room and spread his hands out for you to have a look you couldn’t help but smile ear to ear, and your heart pattered when a bright smile matched yours on his face. He was a stunning, gorgeous man with glistening curls and bright, crinkling eyes. And even in that outfit, when you looked at him with his shirt half open, the golden necklaces dangling in his chest hair, and the confident stance he carried, he looked every inch a Rock Star.

God… how lucky were you? And this stunning pillar of masculinity wanted you to think of a reward from him? Being by his side was a reward in itself.

You grabbed the remaining items from your own room before joining Brian on the trip to the plane. He insisted that you come with him and the band on the jet instead of travelling with the rest of the crew, claiming that you needed time to set up your room before everyone else arrived for treatment. It was a reasonable story, but you couldn’t help but wonder if people would find it odd that they hadn’t seen you around much yet. Brian had kept you almost all to himself so far, sequestered away from the tour machine. Not that you were complaining though.

…

On the plane you and Brian met up with Roger and Adam again. They were already seated at the chairs at the back, waiting for the guitarist to arrive last as usual. Brian was quick to wish his old friend a happy birthday.

“Happy Birthday Rog!” He strode over to high-five the hand Roger had raised in greeting, and then clasped it like only a close friend would. “You’re officially really old now.”

The drummer returned his friend’s bright smile but you could see a glimmer of mischief in his blue eyes as he responded. “You know you’re older than me right? Anyone with eyes could see that.”

Brian chuckled at the teasing, comfortable enough with all the people present to joke about his appearance. He turned slightly to look at you. “Do you see what I have to put up with?”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes when the white mop of curls bounced again and Brian turned back to speak to Roger. “I just meant that you’ve joined me as a septuagenarian, you old codger. There’s no need for rudeness.”

“It was open for interpretation.”

A fond silence settled amongst the group after Roger’s reply, with you and Adam smiling softly at the two old friends. It made you happy to see that Brian had this support network with him: people who cared for him as much as he did them. You knew you weren’t really a part of it all, but you were witnessing something special.

After a moment of shared looks and crinkled eyes you thought you should say something. You turned to Roger and smiled warmly. “Happy Birthday.” It still felt incredibly strange to be speaking to Roger Taylor so casually, and you felt your pulse increase.

“Thank you Y/N.”

As the drummer grinned amusedly from your slight nervousness, Brian led you once again to the nearby couch that seemed to always be reserved for him. You took a seat beside him and crossed your legs, still aware of the focus being directed your way. Sensing your discomfort, Brian pulled you closer to his side. The now familiar feeling of warm softness was a very welcome sensation. He always knew just what to do, how to put you at ease and make you feel wanted.

“Are we doing anything to celebrate?” The smooth tones of Brian’s voice filled the silence.

Adam’s eyes lit up and a smirk pulled at the edges. “Funny you should mention it… Roger and I were just discussing going out tonight.” His perfectly sculpted eyebrows bounced with suggestion as he looked back at Brian.

“Oh,” the guitarist answered, “You mean truly going out… to a bar?”

“Probably more like a club.”

Adam’s quick reply and subsequent toothy grin caused a bubble of mirth to build in your chest. You imagined Brian out at a club, and the resulting image was a little hard to picture. You didn’t doubt he’d been to a few in his time though.

The man beside you puffed a burst of air, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but nevertheless shook his head and smiled. “Well… I wish you both a fun night then. You know that’s really not my scene these days.”

“Oh come on Bri!” It was Roger’s gravelly voice that tried to convince him. “It’s my birthday! So you have to do what I say.”

The guitarist wasn’t so easily swayed. “That line stopped working 40 birthdays ago Rog… and need I remind you that we play again the day after tomorrow?”

“No.” Both Adam and Roger groaned together at the oldest.

“It’ll be fine,” Roger tried again, “Nobody’s gonna force you to drink or anything. And you then you’ll be there to make sure we don’t get into trouble like you always want to do anyway.”

“AND it’s Detroit… the city of Rock.” Adam seemed to be doing his best puppy dog eyes.

You could tell Brian was caving from the way he sat silent beside you and let them finish. No one could make him do something he really didn’t want to do; you knew he could be cutting when pushed. It was quite amusing actually, sitting as you were with Brian’s arm around you and able to feel every twitch in his fingers.

Finally Roger hit him with the big guns. “I’m only 70 once Bri… and I seem to remember that we went out for YOUR seventieth…”

Ah. You knew this would break him. If there was one thing Brian hated it was when he was accused of being unfair or thinking he was above others. Perhaps it was a little too close to home for his liking.

“Fine.”

There it was, the inevitable voice of agreement. You could tell he was trying to put on a front of being forced into this unwillingly, judging from the tone, but everyone in the area knew he wanted to go more than he would admit.

“But nothing too crazy.”

Roger simply smiled at his old friend, as if he knew all too well how the evening would turn out. “Of course Bri.”

…

The therapy appointments with the crew went well enough once you got to the new hotel. Most people were just happy to have you there, able to work and give them some relief for the rest of the tour. There were some though that you could tell were a bit suspicious of your quick appointment. Usually the women. You guessed it was because the mostly male crew rather enjoyed a young girl rubbing the knots out of their muscles. They didn’t care how you got the job. It was something you had to deal with a lot, but you weren't so sensitive to let it bother you. Again though, your thoughts stirred wantonly as you worked, imagining how Brian would take the flirtatious comments thrown your way. And what he might do to show who you belonged to.

Despite your nervousness, you thought you did well for your first day. You certainly knew your profession and you were determined to prove your worth in the Queen unit. It made you feel a little better about being here. These were your first real hours working away from Brian. After a successful day you felt more centred, more confident, and more aware of your place in the running of things. You were your own person with your own skills to bring. After all, this was also an opportunity to boost your resume and get some great work experience.

You didn’t see anyone from the upper management or from the band. In other words, nobody from the inner circle that was privy to Brian’s possessive introduction on the plane. And certainly no one that knew any of the more primal details.

Well… until the end of your shift. You were about to pack up your table when a soft knock sounded at the door.

“Come in!” You called in the direction of the sound and put everything back for one more treatment.

Before you could look up, a familiar voice floated across the room. “Hello darling… how did it go?”

Your heart was immediately aflutter from the dulcet tones of your pet name from Brian’s throat. You quickly looked up at him and smiled wide, cheeks tight with pure happiness to see him again.

“Really well actually.” You walked over to meet him halfway and were pleasantly surprised when he pulled you into his chest and leaned down for a quick kiss. The man could make your chest pound with the slightest touch. When he pulled away you gazed up into his handsome face and felt the heady draw of his presence once again. “Are you here for some treatment?”

That delicious rumble shook through his chest and yours when Brian chucked at your question. He was just so delightfully big: able to envelope you within him snugly. “No,” he said, “Although I don’t think you’ll have to wait too long for that.” He gave you a wink and stepped back, still holding your elbows and stroking your skin with his fingers. “I’m here to collect you before we go out tonight.”

To say you were confused was an understatement. You? Out with the band for Roger’s birthday? Surely that wasn’t possible. Your pulse hammered now with nervousness, quick images of all the ways this could go wrong flashing through your head. You were a bit shocked and concerned, and said as much.

“I didn’t think I’d be coming with you.” The words came tumbling out of your mouth. “Are… are you sure that’s okay?”

The hands tightened on your arms. “You’re certainly coming. I need someone to keep me company while the others make fools of themselves all night.”

“Oh!” You squeaked a bit at his grip, which was incredibly arousing if you were honest. “I’d be happy to come if you want me to. I just don’t wanna cause a problem.”

Brian’s deep eyes peered down at you, and your nerves settled a bit when his brow softened.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t bring you if I didn’t think it was safe. We always get a private section if the club is too crowded, and I’m sure we can keep ourselves professional in public.”

He smirked a little after his last line, as if he could read your mind and tell that you weren’t so sure you could control yourself around him. Or maybe he would have a hard time keeping his hands of you. The very thought of that sent a shiver down your back.

How could you not trust this man? He was always so calm, so sure. You were confident that he knew what he was doing. So you nodded and enjoyed the heat that pooled in your gut when he grinned back at you. You followed his form as he gripped your wrist and pulled you along after him, and felt that dark twinge of excitement when he drawled deeply.

“Besides, I want to see you in one of those little dresses you packed.”

Chapter 50: Night Out

Notes:

Hi all! I'm a bit nervous about this chapter... it took me a while to write! Hope it was worth the wait :)

The club cast everything in a deep red glow. It felt dark and intimate but at the same time incredibly exciting. You were very aware of the hard beating of your heart, offset by the thumping base, and the frenzied electricity in your nerves. The music was loud but not overly so at your table at the back of the establishment; you could still hear everyone’s conversation as you mulled about.

The large hand resting hot on the small of your back was also impossible not to notice. Brian made his presence known. You were wearing a skin-tight little slip of a black dress, the back of which was open except for crosses of overlapping straps. It wasn’t all that flashy, but when one looked closer they could see how it hugged your curves and how your toned thighs were on full display. Honestly, you felt sexy as hell wearing it… especially when Brian’s hand brushed against your exposed skin.

The group of you (Roger, Adam, Spike, Neil, Tyler, Brian and yourself amongst other male and female faces you’d seen around) entered the club with much less hassle than you expected. There was a brisk walk as someone led you from the doors to the VIP area, a few heads turning on the way, but that was about it. You were quite shocked. The general population weren’t all huge Queen fans like yourself, but you felt a group of older gentlemen would still stand out. At least due to Brian. Roger could perhaps blend into a crowd, modern and stylish as he was, but one look at Bri and you knew he was someone unusual. The hair alone screamed for recognition and a bygone era, never mind the fact that it was blindingly white, glowing under the club lights, and sitting atop a head well above the rest of the crowd. He’d changed into a light blue button-up and black trousers for tonight: proper enough, except for the deep 'V' plunging a little too low to be considered decent. You had to admit it was hot though, when the lights caught curls of chest hair. Extremely hot.

There had already been two rounds of shots in addition to the drinks you'd ordered, so you were feeling pleasantly buzzed. It was nerve-wracking amidst people you barely knew, trying to fit in, with the added stress of figuring out how to act around Brian in public. You only really felt comfortable next to him, but you couldn’t just follow him around like a puppy because that would be way too obvious. Luckily the alcohol helped to hide your inward nervousness when you were away from his gentle presence.

The light, fuzzy feeling had settled in your head and made everything just a bit easier. And though he’d said he wasn’t going to drink much eventually Brian seemed to be in the same situation. He soon hovered a bit closer over your shoulder than the professional space he’d given at the beginning of the night. You knew you should be careful, but in the intimate atmosphere of the club and under the influence of a bit of alcohol you welcomed it. It was always wonderful to draw Brian’s attention. Every glance you stole up at his dark eyes sent your gut rolling in delight.

The lighting here accentuated the lines on his face and brought out the strong features you were so infatuated with. He looked beautiful: unashamedly unusual and breathtakingly gorgeous. And the liquor was starting to smooth over his unnecessary self-consciousness.

Brian must have caught you staring at him… again, as he was taking a swig of drink, because he met your eyes with a pleased smirk. He towered over you and stepped closer once more, until his front met yours. Yes, probably a bit drunk. But fuck if that wasn’t exciting for some reason.

“Enjoying yourself yet Y/N?” His expressive eyebrows bounced as he maintained eye contact, clearly sensing your inebriation.

“Yes… very much.” You hoped you sounded sweet and flirty, and raised the fruity drink you were currently enjoying. “These are delicious.”

“I’m sure they are…” Brian took another sip from his own glass of white wine and winked. “Just don’t drink too much darling… We wouldn’t want you forgetting your manners tonight.”

The sheer audacity and smugness that accompanied his patronizing smirk were enough for you to confirm Brian was enjoying himself as well. A bit of liquor and the old party boy was out to play.

“Speak for yourself!” you squeaked, indignant that he would admonish you so hypocritically. “I’m just keeping up with you!”

Brian laughed at your outburst, cheeks particularly rosy tonight. “Oh sweetheart, that’s a terrible idea,” he drew out the words, “I’m a seasoned veteran.”

The fiery competitive streak in you also must have liked the drinks, because you felt compelled to meet his gaze. Brian’s eyes were brimming with stubbornness and challenge, as he tauntingly raised a single eyebrow. This WAS a bad idea; Brian was invariably right as usual, but the rolling anticipation you felt inside was too good to ignore.

“Then why don’t you show me how it’s done?”

Brian shook his head. “I’m not planning to drink much tonight… Roger's already got that covered.” He glanced towards the other end of the table where the drummer and Adam were laughing at something and rolled his eyes. “Besides, I thought I brought you along as a good influence.”

What a cheeky liar he was; clearly the man was already a few pints in. You dared to place a hand on the side of his stomach, rubbing slowly as your palm absorbed the soft heat. “I don’t believe you Brian...” you said, “I think you brought me so you could have someone to blame for whatever happens tonight.”

You followed his eyes as they left your face and focused on the ministrations of your hand over his shirt. It was probably a bit too much for a public setting, but you doubted anyone could see you in the sectioned off corner. The edge of his mouth twitched upwards as he watched you pet him, and then he grabbed your shoulder to lean in and speak lowly in your ear.

“I invited you because I didn’t want you to be bored back at the hotel… no ulterior motive.” His deep voice took on a whisper and you felt hot breath against your face, and then a heavy hand slid down the side of your dress. “Other than this little number of course…”

He pulled away just as you wanted more, abruptly straightening back to full height and flashing a wink. Even here he loved to tease you, drive you crazy and make you desperate for anything he wanted to give you. It was just too bad you couldn’t do that anything right now.

“…And I don’t need drink to enjoy that,” Brian finished.

You preened inside at his praise but frowned at his answer. Damn, this wasn’t working. You were drunk and horny and in the mood for a good party. And selfishly all you could think of in the moment was how to get Brian to join in. He was so unbearably, arousingly arrogant at the moment, reveling in the misguided thought that he was better than all this. So damn competitive in every single—

Suddenly you had an idea.

“What about a little game?” You peered up at him through your eyelashes, cocking your head slightly and trying to hide an emerging smirk. He’d not been able to resist the game back at your apartment, so you were feeling confident.

Hazel eyes stared through your own, dark and dangerous in the club lighting. You certainly had his attention now: the rapt attention of a tipsy Brian May. Tendrils of heat curled deep in your core as thoughts of what he might do to you overtook your mind.
“What kind of game?” Brian’s voice was just as dark as his gaze, and you felt frozen beneath him as he continued to look down on you.

You swallowed quickly, finding your words as well as possible. “A matching game. You and I play together, and we have to drink every time the other does.”

Your drunken brain wanted this so badly, and you didn’t know why. Perhaps it was the risk. The baseness of it all. The hint of fear in your gut that said you shouldn’t be out partying with indulgent rock stars.

Your wide eyes searched for any signs on Brian’s face, which remained carefully blank for a moment before shifting once again into a cocky grin.

“You want to play samesies with me Y/N?” You nodded and he chortled in delight, looking up at the ceiling briefly before flashing his teeth at you. “How cute you are… so young and enthusiastic still.”

You couldn’t help the slight feeling of hurt that flashed through you every time Brian laughed at your age and inexperience, but it was quickly forgotten when he continued.

“I haven’t played that in years, but I’m familiar with the concept.” His eyes roamed up and down your form shamelessly. “Perhaps I could be persuaded… though someone would be in for a rough day taking care of an old man with a massive hangover.”

“I bet you’ll be fine; I’ll do anything you need.” You were pleading with him, trying to convince him to play with you, but you meant every word of it. “And I’m sure Roger wants you to celebrate his birthday properly… relax and enjoy yourself.”

Brian simply hummed and touched his elegant index finger to his chin in fake consideration. He was always a damn tease, and you knew he liked to make you beg for things.

“Yes… come on Bri,” you pled, “Let me tempt you. Please?” You pushed out your torso, trying to give him a nice view down your dress.

Brian bit his lower lip at your movements. “Alright Y/N… I’ll take the bait.” His gaze bore into your tight chest and your pride swelled at the want you saw in him. “Maybe it will be fun… but remember, I need you to behave tonight. Mind your manners. Even when you’re about to collapse in defeat.” He punctuated the last remark with a crooked grin.

At that moment it seemed like you and Brian were the only two people in the room. He was looking at you intensely, with the slight glazed eyes and loose smile of a night out, and you desperately wanted to impress him. So, you smiled back, stared into his observant eyes, and chugged the rest of you glass without blinking. A little misbehaviour couldn’t hurt.

Brian blinked at you slowly, as if in surprise and disapproval, but from the dark swirling heat in his eyes you knew he liked it. A pink tongue darted out to lick over full lips before he smirked. “… Naughty girl,” he murmured, “I guess I’ll have to teach you another lesson.”

He finished his own drink with a large gulp, and the bulge of his Adam’s apple left a hunger in your throat.

…

Fuck, you were drunk.

It seemed Brian was unable to deny any of his bandmates a round of drinks, or to miss out on yet another toast for the birthday boy, so you couldn’t either. You’d truly tried to keep up as long as you were able, but had started missing drinks as soon as Brian was drunk enough not to catch you out on it. If you didn’t, you’d surely be passed out on the floor by now. The room swayed around you when you turned your head and a familiar light happiness filled your body. Everything felt wonderful and funny but you knew you weren’t walking very straight.

Brian himself was visibly drunk and utterly adorable: puttering around clutching his beloved wine glass that was empty more often than not. You found him lovelier than ever in your current state, and swelled full of tumbling butterflies every time he flashed you a grin. Drunk Bri was even more friendly and outgoing than usual, and his happy, melodic voice carried slightly too loud over top the conversation. He was eager to try anything and enthusiastic about everyone’s suggestions, even Roger’s idea to order a cake with 70 actual candles on top- a plan quickly vetoed by Miami. It was as if the alcohol quieted his insecurities and allowed him to show his unbridled passion for life. Not to say you preferred him this way, but it was nice to see him having a good time.

Therefore it wasn’t a huge surprise when Brian agreed to join Roger and Adam in a little after-party back at the hotel, once the others had decided to leave. You watched with amused certainty how the drummer played his old friend like a fiddle, knowing full well how he got after a few. Bri apparently couldn’t handle his liquor quite as well as the other two, and from the glint in Roger’s eye that particular fact often led to trouble. You’d heard there were some unbelievable stories about the guitarist at parties back in the day, and you guessed this was why.

He was laughing, touching, and draping his arms over anybody near his energetic limbs. It was amazing to watch as people were enveloped in his enormous wingspan. You couldn’t help but be turned on by the way he simply took up space, and a bit jealous every time it wasn’t you in his big hands. Currently it was Adam and a man you couldn’t recognize, who looked to be in his 40s and was shaking Brian’s hand a little too enthusiastically.

With all the spinning in your head you were acting purely on instinct at this point, and since you were on your own you wandered over to them, catching a quick smile from Adam on your way.

“…very nice to meet you and—“

The unknown man stopped his sentence abruptly and finally quit shaking Brian’s hand when he noticed you. You smiled kindly at him, but your lips only pulled into a full grin when you saw a mass of white curls bob as Brian followed his gaze. Hazel eyes met yours and instantly you were pulled in: your already spinning head accelerating once again when the crow’s-feet at the edges crinkled.

“Sorry,” you said, trying to focus back on the other man, “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just saw a new face and thought I’d introduce myself.” You fully DID mean to interrupt actually, but that was your little secret. “I want to get to know everyone as fast as possible.”

There must have been some confusion, as the man seemed not to know what to say, and just stood staring at you with his brows knitted.

“Ah, Y/N, not to worry.” Brian remedied the situation as always. “This is Peter. He’s the manager here and just came over to get us settled before we leave.” Finally, one of those restless hands you’d been watching from afar settled on your shoulder as he explained. “That’s why you don’t recognize him.”

Brian then turned to this so-called Peter, but you were pleased to feel his hand remain on your shoulder and give a little squeeze.

“Y/N is our new fitness trainer; here to keep everyone healthy. She just started in Dallas so she still has plenty of people to meet.”

Peter finally snapped out of whatever trance he was in and took your hand. “Well then it’s nice to meet you too Y/N.” His eyes scanned up and down your body a little longer than what was normal, but nothing off-putting. It wasn’t his fault you’d chosen to wear this dress.

But even with that glance and a handshake, the long fingers upon your shoulder were tightening. It was bloody arousing, but Brian better watch himself in public.

“Likewise Peter,” you answered cordially, “You run a very nice club.”

You’d tried to be brief yet courteous, fully aware of how much Brian had to drink tonight and how possessive he was, but the manager’s eyes still lingered.

“I should have known you were a fitness trainer,” he said, “Can tell just by looking at you.”

You were so used to comments like these that you just laughed it off, shaking your head and thanking the man like you always did. Beside you though, Brian’s smile had widened past the point of naturalness. Your heartbeat increased as you waited for a reaction, and your drunken mind assumed the worst and worried that he would do something improper.

Adam must have noticed the same, for he made a move to interject, but was quickly interrupted by Brian.

“Yes, she’s quite the inspiration. I’m sure we’ll all be healthier in no time.”

It was so simple and controlled. You blinked in surprise, and Adam visibly relaxed. Of course Brian was too smart to do anything silly, even after an enormous amount of alcohol. You felt incredibly foolish all of a sudden. What had ever possessed you not to trust him? He always knew just how to act. Perhaps it was a projection from your mind, suggesting your secret desires upon the situation. It would be a huge turn-on if Brian suddenly growled and shoved the other man away from you like some alpha male, but that wasn’t reality, and that wasn’t Brian. He was sophisticated and clever: able to show his dominance in other ways.

Speaking of which, his confident voice carried out over your stunned silence.

“Anyways, it was a great night, but I think we’ll be heading out now.” Brian was still trying to maintain a pleasant tone, but you could hear traces of annoyance cutting through his smooth tenor. “It’s Roger’s birthday, so just put everything on one tab and charge it to my card.”

Adam started to protest but again Brian cut him off, this time with a raised hand, and held out his credit card in the other between his index and middle fingers for Peter to take, clearly dismissing the manager as well.

“It’s on me Adam- don’t worry about it.” He gave a closed-lipped smile to the younger man, who looked as if he desperately wanted to contest the point again, but couldn’t bring himself to argue with Brian. After a brief inner struggle Adam bowed his head in acceptance, and Brian flicked his card towards Peter while chuckling. “Good boy.”

The manager left and the singer’s nostrils flared.

If you weren’t already analyzing the exchange you would have missed the way Adam’s liner-coated eyes widened as he stared at the floor. He seemed to be frozen in place, and God damn if you didn’t know that feeling. You yourself were wet with arousal from the entire night, and felt your inner muscles clench just from watching Brian speak to Adam that way. He just called his band’s current front-man a fucking good boy like it was nothing. Oh yes, your stomach dropped again… drunk Bri was sexy.

When Adam pulled himself together and looked up at Brian the expression on his face was wonderful. He was clearly blushing, even under the club lights and his beard, and his eyes glistened as he found his voice.

“Thanks Brian.”

The older man just continued to grin, looking pleased as he lingered his gaze on first Adam, then you.

“You’re welcome.”

And his voice was fucking sin.

Shit. You were too drunk to process all this. All you knew was that you definitely didn’t mind what had just happened, because you were incredibly and unbelievably aroused. You didn’t even feel much jealousy- just a little- because there was something about Brian’s display that was delightfully perfect: to see him take back complete control of the situation so easily. Perhaps it was a bit more crass than would have happened if he was sober, but there was a certain filthy smugness about being able to demonstrate power through money. Brian didn’t need it, but he certainly had it.

“You too Y/N… you’ve been a treat all night.” Your eyes shot up to look at Brian as he addressed you. He smiled again, soft and gentle with that underlying command for obedience. Like he would take care of you.

He placed a hand on the small of your back and slowly pushed you forward while beckoning to Adam with the other hand. You were both still too stunned to argue.

“Come on you two, let’s tell everyone to get a move on. I’m looking forward to continuing this at the hotel.”

…

After the information had been spread and Brian had been given his card back, Roger eventually made a farewell and thank you speech, and the group once again cheered their birthday wishes. Adam even sang a little adaptation of ‘Happy Birthday’ with his usual splendid extravagance.

As everyone was heading out, Brian kept you close, helped you walk, and was sure to pull you into the car with him for the ride back to the hotel. Soon you found yourself in a familiar setting: the dark back seat of Brian’s car with long limbs draped over you possessively.

He kissed you hard as soon as the driver closed the door, invading your space and pressing you up against the window on your side of the seat. You could still taste the final glass of scotch in his mouth.

Rough, greedy hands gripped and pulled at your hips and squeezed your breasts through your dress. He was everywhere: all you could see and feel and everything you could ever want. His teeth bit at your lips and his tongue filled your open mouth and met your moans of pleasure.

“All mine,” Brian growled before sliding a hand between your legs and moving to mark your throat. “My little temptress. I wanted to do this every time I laid eyes on you tonight.”

He was too much, too good, so you opened your legs immediately for him and felt your desperate arousal pool ready for his fingers as he slid your panties aside.

“You’re all wet already… such a naughty girl. We’re not even close to being done.”

He thrust into your slippery hole quickly and expertly, tickling all your nerves at once. They were nothing like his cock, but damn his fingers were fucking long too. Before you knew it you were clenching around his digits already, and rocking your hips against his hand to feel more of him.

“Oh Briiii…” you moaned into the stuffy air, unable to complete his name as he curled his fingers inside you.

But then he stopped suddenly, and you faded back from the edge with addicting frustration. Of course he wouldn’t let you come yet.

You looked into his smug face and sighed. “I’m glad you let me play my game with you in the bar.”

“Me too baby,” he smirked, “I can’t wait ‘till we get back to the hotel. There’s a wonderful pool off the top floor, and we’re gonna have some more fun with Roger and Adam.”

You blinked rapidly at the stunning man above you: he who held you in the palm of his hand. What the HELL was that supposed to mean?

Notes:

So... what do you think? Brian can't be serious, can he?

Chapter 51: Wanted and Claimed

Notes:

This is the longest chapter I've written for this fic. … I don't know what happened. I think it's a good one though ;)

Brian hovered over your form, still smug and devilish with his hand between your legs: tempting but not moving. To be honest though, you weren’t reeling so much from the nice orgasm he’s just denied you, but instead from the thought of what was going to happen later.

You certainly didn’t expect to be invited to the after party. It seemed too intimate, decided in the spur of the moment between close friends. It was Roger’s birthday for goodness sake! You didn’t even think you’d be invited to the bar.

Observant as ever, Brian sensed your reluctance. His eyebrows knitted in concern and before you could form a proper protest in your mouth he slid his fingers out of you and leaned back, giving you space. The feeling of loss was immediate and you instinctively reached out to follow him, cursing your drunken state for the inability to project confidence.

“What’s your colour Y/N?” Brian’s voice was soft and gentle once more, completely changed from the sexy dominance he growled with twenty seconds earlier. He got straight to the point and made sure you felt safe. Even drunk and possessive, he was so incredibly caring. It made your heart melt. Just looking into his tender eyes urged you to press up against him: to be near his comfort and available for his touch again. You were HIS, and so long as you belonged to him you would be taken care of.

You smiled at him across the car. “Green Brian… you didn’t have to stop.”

Your petite hand reached out over the middle seat to rest on his forearm, softly pleading for his attention. He returned your smile and accepted the gesture by covering your hand with his own, but he remained on the other seat.

“Don’t you want to join us at the hotel? I realised I didn’t ask.” His eyes were still shining in the darkness. “I’m sorry if I got carried away. Remember what I said our very first night… you can ALWAYS say no.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that… I would love to come. I’d follow you anywhere; take every scrap of your time if you let me.”

Your voice was timid but your feelings were sure, and the focused look in Brian’s eye penetrated deep inside you and pulled more words out.

“Throughout the entire party I couldn’t stop watching you, thinking about you.” The fuzzy feeling in your mind made it easier to say what you wanted. “You know how wet you made me. I wanted you to fuck me on the table at the club, for everyone to see, so they know that I’m yours... That I’m your good girl.”

You watched Brian’s stare darken and sucked in a deep breath, out of air, with rosy cheeks from aroused embarrassment. He looked glorious and predatory, obviously picturing the delicious images you’d put in his devious head.

“Just didn’t want to intrude on your special moment with Roger and Adam,” you finished nervously, breaking eye contact. “I’m afraid the others will get tired of me always being around.”

Brian sighed, and suddenly grabbed your cheeks between one big hand and forced you to look at him. He wasn’t angry, but his eyes were hard and steady. You felt a twinge of fear run through you, accompanied by a wave of pleasure. The shock of his actions cleared your head and made a blank slate for what he wanted to address.

“Fuck Y/N, stop saying that.” He voice was powerful and sure, reaching to your core and forcing you to believe what he said. “You don’t have to question your inclusion every time. I want you where I want you. If I want to fuck you in the pool while the others watch then that’s what’ll happen. I make the rules.” A tiny smirk pulled at Brian’s lips as he watched your pupils dilate from what he was saying. As you lapped up his attention and subconsciously leaned into his touch. “You’re a perfect little pet for me, and I ALWAYS mean it when I say I want you to come. Stop feeling down about yourself. I think you need someone to tell you that…” He stared deep into your eyes and leaned closer towards you, making himself all you could focus on. “So do what Daddy says.”

The expression on Brian’s face seemed so caring, so hot, and so safe that you were overwhelmed once more. Fuck, yes, you belonged here, snug and submissive in his arms. Soft lips pressed gently to your forehead and you felt a hot tear run down your squished cheek as you closed your eyes and tried to process what he’d said. Damn the alcohol for making you so emotional.

“And it was Roger’s suggestion that you come.”

Those last words made you look up at Brian, who took your attention and ran with it. “I think he’s hoping I’ll share because it’s his birthday. What do you think about that Y/N?” Those damn smiling eyes turned your insides to jelly again as he finally leaned back over you, caging your body with his arms.

“It’s up to you Sir,” you squeaked, heartrate picking up from his closeness, “But I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

You were a little surprised with yourself about how quickly you’d decided, but you were drunk and it was Roger fucking Taylor- not really your type but certainly not one to turn down. Especially when he’d invited you on his birthday and Brian would be there. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

“Do you find him attractive?” When Brian addressed you he seemed slightly surprised as well, but, judging by the way his eyes widened, very turned on by your willingness.

“Yes… but not near as much as you.”

Brian chuckled and gave you a hard, brief kiss to thank you for your response. “Good answer. I would’ve had to reconsider letting him anywhere near you… You’re mine.”

He latched on to the soft skin under your chin, causing you to gasp and throw your head back against the seat. Heat soared through your body and settled between your legs: needy lust renewed by his blatant possessiveness. You loved when Brian got like this. It made you feel so very wanted and attractive, and proud to belong to one such as him.

“Yes Daddy,” you whined and bucked up against his torso, reaching your arms up to grip his warmth and be as close as possible as he sucked another mark into your neck, “I’m all yours.”

Brian certainly loved to hear those words, and you were delighted when he pressed back down into you with his hips and growled against your throat. There was no punishment for touching his tummy. Not anymore. Or at least not tonight… Brian was more confident around you but he was certainly still a tease.

Once he was satisfied with his work he pulled his head back up, curls tickling your face, and admired the result with a pleased little smirk. Your neck felt hot and wet, still throbbing a bit from where he’d claimed you, and you loved it just as much as he seemed to.

“Good girl,” he murmured low, staring at your heaving chest, “Now it’s obvious.”

That same dark satisfaction rolled through you with the thought of how you would look in your bikini by the pool, covered in beautiful purple swirls from the past few days and the deep red of this new one at your neck. All because of Brian. Who was probably picturing the exact same thing.

“And Adam?” His masculine voice caught your attention again. “Do you like him too?”

Well… you wouldn’t say no to that either, but he was gay. You remembered the conversation you had with him a few days ago at the airport, and his reaction to Brian’s words earlier. If Adam was lusting after anyone tonight it certainly wasn’t you.

“Yes but… isn’t he gay?” You sounded unsure even to your own ears, and Brian laughed again.

“Yeah, he is. And I’m straight. But you won’t see a silly thing like that stopping our fun tonight.” There was something mischievous growing in Brian’s eyes. “It doesn’t count when your drunk,” his brow rose, “Just ask Roger.”

And then with a wink, before you could ask what he'd got up to with Roger, he let more of his weight drop onto you and grinned when a surprised puff of air shot from your lungs. You were effectively pinned down, helpless and unable to move as his much bigger body covered your legs and pressed your back up against the side of the door.

Despite you predicament, a glowing warmth filled your chest. A bit of liquor and this 72-year-old really showed he was rowdy rock star. God you loved him.

“Oh look little girl… it seems you’re quite stuck.” The smugness coming from his form made you clench your thighs, still unable to move them beneath him. “What a pity.”

He grabbed both your wrists when you tried to fight back, shifting them to hold in one hand, before leering at the rise and fall of your breasts which were pushed up against him. Being the object of his gaze always felt so good, especially when you were at his mercy like this. It was so bloody unfair, and so deliciously hot. He was huge.

“Did I tell you how much I love this dress?” That molten voice drawled hot breath above your face as his free hand traced at the top of the material by your cleavage. You could still smell the wine on his breath.

“Yes Sir,” you answered, “Many times.”

You felt the title was wanted again at this point, and by Brian’s reaction you were right.

“Hmm,” he hummed, reaching those long fingers to down against your skin to grab the dress right between your boobs. “Good. I think I’ll buy you some more.”

“You don’t need—“

“Shhhh…” Brian cut off your protest, “I want to. Then I’ll be able to do this properly.”

Your heart was pounding beneath the heat of his hand. “Do what?”

As if to answer, Brian pulled the front of your dress down harshly, watching as your tits sprang from the stretchy material. You gasped at the sudden ferocity, and felt yourself grow wetter again at the hungry look on his face. “Rip them off you of course.”

You immediately arched your back when hot lips wrapped around a nipple and Brian took his prize. He sucked and mouthed over your chest, chuckling darkly as you writhed and he tasted his fill.

…

Brian brought you to the edge twice more during the car ride, but never far enough to give you any satisfaction. So, by the time you arrived back at the hotel you were shaking with need. Your whole sex felt tight and desperate, pulsing sadly at the loss of his fingers.

Somehow you managed to stumble from the back seat after Brian pulled your dress back up and told you to wait for him in your room. You cursed out loud at the difficulty of something as simple as getting out of the car with him. Fuck anyone who thought it was their business what he got up to. It would probably be fine, you thought, but it was still better not to take chances. You’d already been a bit naughty at the club.

You got to your room without much problem, kicked your heels into the darkness and pulled your dress up over your head as soon as the door was shut. That damn man made you so horny you relished in even the light pressure of your tight panties between your legs when you bent over, but you were certain the rules were that you didn’t get to touch. Damn again! You flung the underwear off too and stalked towards your suitcase.

You pulled out your swimsuit and clenched your core once again as you looked at it. A tiny little string bikini that shone neon yellow even in the dark room. It wouldn’t hide anything. And wasn’t that thought wonderful.

Your drunken hands managed to tie the knots eventually and you were ready for Brian. You couldn’t’ think of anything else. You were about to do God-knows-what at an intimate pool party with three rock stars, and it should have been frightening, but all you could focus on was the tall one with those beautiful silver curls that would be bringing you there. You hoped you pleased him tonight.

Shuddering with anticipation, you wandered into the bathroom and flipped on the light to look at yourself in the mirror.

Oh.

Your mascara was smudged into big racoon eyes, and your lipstick had been licked off, almost non-existent at this point. That you could deal with. It was even a bit hot if you were honest, how much of a slut you were for Brian. You quickly moved to your toiletry bag and pulled out the necessary items while surveying the rest of your body.

It was indeed marked up: the most obvious being the hickey he’d made on your neck in the car, but there were plenty of other reminders from your previous pleasures. Small bruises sat at your hips, distinctly finger-shaped, and there were mottled marks across your chest and thighs, faint from time but still visible. You turned around to see faded marks on your bottom as well, and you found yourself slightly disappointed that they weren’t the rosy handprints you carried a few days ago. Perhaps Brian would give you some fresh ones tonight.

That was a lovely thought that stayed with you as you fixed your makeup: Brian spanking your ass over his lap for the others to watch. Would that be possible? Would it even be sexual at all with Roger and Adam? You were aching to find out. The bikini bottoms would be wet before you even got to the pool.

You finished your eyes, making sure to apply waterproof mascara, and had just started on your lips when you heard a knock at the door. Brian couldn’t risk waiting outside for long so you ran over to let him in, lipstick still in your hand.
He was leaning against the frame of the door, big body blocking the entire opening in that teapot pose you’d noticed him wait in before. He smirked as soon as he saw your face and stepped inside, licking his lips as he took in your swimsuit.

“You look so beautiful Y/N.” He ran a hand down your side, and your skin pebbled eagerly as you felt every callus brush your bare skin. “Such a pretty girl.” The praise bubbled inside you as usual.

Brian didn’t look too bad himself, towering beside you in turquoise patterned swim trunks and a black T-shirt. He could pull of anything and make it sexy; you didn’t think there was an outfit he could wear that would turn you off of him. No matter the wrapping that man was exquisite.

“You too, especially when this comes off.” You tugged at the bottom of his shirt and stepped towards the mirror in the main room to finish your lipstick.

You could see Brian in the reflection, and you had to fight a smile when you watched him clearly check out your arse in the bikini. You knew he loved to see the evidence he’d left there, because it showed that you let him, that you wanted him to claim you. You needed him to know you’d never be ashamed to be with him, and that you ached for his touch and delighted in his control.

“I don’t think the shirt will be coming off.” Brian interrupted your thoughts and caught your eyes in the mirror as you finished colouring your lips, almost apologetic. “I’d prefer to keep in on around the others.”

Well that wouldn’t do. You popped the lid back on the lipstick and smacked your lips together once, briefly checking your work. You’d gone for a darker red this time, and you smiled as you thought about how it would look around Brian’s big cock if he let you suck it again. That way you could leave some marks of your own.

“But your chest is so sexy Daddy…” You turned around and walked towards him, stomach rolling pleasurably at the way his mouth twitched when you called him that. He always looked so effortlessly confident when you gave him that boost, and he would need his ego now.

“Perhaps,” he winked at you, but then his eyes fell to the floor, “but it’s not the chest I’m worried about.”

He shrugged, trying to play off that buried insecurity, but still your heart ached for him. At least he knew how attractive his broad chest was- a fact that could be gleaned from his penchant for unbuttoned shirts- but that wasn’t the only thing he had to offer. You shook your head and took in his form adoringly: all long legs and lean muscle, and that deliciously sexy soft spot around his middle. The words came imploringly from your mouth, “You don’t have ANYTHING to be worried about.”

Brian looked at you through his eyebrows. “Just because you have some kinky obsession doesn’t mean everyone else does.”

You suddenly stopped breathing and your cheeks flushed red at his words, and the way he stared down at you. He’d turned the conversation around in a second: gaining the upper hand and making you scramble to explain yourself. Were you really that obvious? You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed that Brian knew how you felt about his tummy, but it was just so hot! You knew he noticed you looking, and touching, but he never said anything about it… Perhaps he liked that you enjoy him so.

“What?” You were still a bit too self-conscious to respond eloquently, and said the first thing you could think of to change the subject. “Like Roger’s gonna judge you? He’s in the same boat!”

A grin appeared on Brian’s face; he liked to make you flustered. And watching you squirm with embarrassment while desperately avoiding incrimination was an obvious delight. Especially when he stayed so calm and steady himself.

“He’ll probably not want to take his shirt off either,” Brian stated, “And I was always the skinny one anyways.”

God that man was difficult to argue with, especially when drunk, for his stubborn streak grew enormous. He almost seemed to enjoy it, staring at you with those glistening eyes and awaiting your answer. Sure, you’d admit he wasn’t the rail-thin boy he used to be, but Brian was still incredibly fit for his age. It was almost like he was baiting you for something… for complements, or for praise.

“You’re still the skinny one and you know it,” you said. You couldn’t deny him anything.

A certain smugness filled Brian’s features, very pleased with your words, and then you knew that you were right. You could tell he was still incredibly competitive with Roger, and needed to hear your reassurances about how attractive you found him before taking you upstairs.

“Even next to Adam?”

He just wouldn’t stop! Brian liked to call you a needy little thing, but he was putting you to shame here. He was an absolute glutton for admiration, soaking it up just as he did on stage.

“I know who I’d rather stare at. You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Please let me see.” You were whining now, reduced to begging again so quickly. “I’ll be so good for you Sir.”

Brian’s eyes darkened even further, but he maintained an aura of bored consideration. How did the conversation turn out like this again? You were trying to make him feel less self-conscious about taking his shirt off and it had shifted into full-on worship in a matter of minutes. But God you dug it. Your poor edged sex was absolutely drenched with need, and every time you pleaded for something so trivial another layer of heat settled in your core. He made it so that you absolutely NEEDED everything from him, so bad that you’d give up anything to earn it.

“Please? I want so see all of you: so big and strong and gorgeous.” You couldn’t handle this for much longer, and started to resort to anything you could think of. “Could it be my reward? For this morning? You said I had to think of something.”

Brian smiled. “No darling, you don’t want to waste your reward on this.” He put words in your mouth, but you weren’t so sure you accepted them. It wouldn’t be a waste at all, because any reward you could think of would pale in comparison to the pleasures Brian brought.

“Please Daddy? Haven’t I been good for you?” You pleaded one last time, pushing up against him and giving everything you had to offer.

“Hush pet.” He held up one of those long, tapered fingers against your lips and commanded you into silence. “We’ll make a trade.”

Your thoughts were eager and whirling, and you resisted the urge to suck his finger deep into your mouth. A trade? What did he mean?

“I’ll take my shirt off for you, and in return you have to wear this.” Brian’s gaze was burning right through your soul. He brought his hand to his pocket and reached in, grabbing something you hadn’t noticed was there before. As he pulled the object out he smiled at you, and it was suddenly so soft and caring that you were momentarily distracted. He looked like he wanted to hold you forever, and you would gladly let him.

But then you glanced down, and saw the dark strip of leather presented in his hand.

JESUS CHRIST.

Your stomached dropped down to your knees, swirling full of thick, dark arousal. This couldn’t be real.

A collar.

A fucking COLLAR. Beautiful and black, with intricate patterns etched along the outside and a small gold buckle that would sit so pretty at the dip in your throat.

He was giving you this? Your mouth dropped open in disbelief. Erotic, powerful, wonderful disbelief.

You WERE good for him. So good that he wanted to make it official. That he wanted to the others to know, beyond bites and bruises, that you belonged first and foremost to him. All you’d ever wanted from this arrangement was to please the man next to you, and this was proof that you’d done that. You could give him something that no one else could and you were being rewarded for it.

And to you it WAS a reward, though some may see it as humiliating, because it allowed you to act in all the ways you yearned to. It represented ownership, yet it was freeing. Fuck, you needed this man to do anything and everything he wanted with you. As long as it made him as happy as he made you.

Brian was immensely satisfied with your reaction, just watching the lust and enchantment pass across your face. “I’ll take that as a yes then… want me to put it on?”

He said it like it was a pleasing development, not the earth-shattering moment it was in your life. And then you wondered how many times he’d done this before.

Nomatter. You’d be the best.

You immediately dropped to your knees in front of him and lifted your hair to give access to the back your neck. Never mind the blunt pain throbbing through your bare knees from the impact, Brian stood still above you for a moment, and then you flooded with pleasure when he groaned at the sight of you before him, head bent and submissive.

His voice was low and rumbling. “Good girl Y/N.”

Large, warm hands reached around your neck and brushed your sensitive skin as they fastened the collar gently. Brian tightened it just enough to sit up on your neck and remind you who you belonged to.

“Now they’ll know baby… that you’re all mine.”

You swallowed the mass of saliva that had formed during your silence, and felt a new weight against your throat for the first time. It was wonderful. “Thank you Daddy.”

“You’re welcome; you look beautiful.” Brian cupped your head in his hand, and let you nuzzle against his palm.

He helped you back to your feet, and you felt like you were floating. There was nothing but the throbbing between your legs, the cool leather of your collar, and the strong hands at your back that you would let lead you anywhere.

Notes:

So yeah… still no pool party. I'm sorry for making you wait so long!

Chapter 52: Wanted and Claimed (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as last chapter without the Daddy kink :)

Brian hovered over your form, still smug and devilish with his hand between your legs: tempting but not moving. To be honest though, you weren’t reeling so much from the nice orgasm he’s just denied you, but instead from the thought of what was going to happen later.

You certainly didn’t expect to be invited to the after party. It seemed too intimate, decided in the spur of the moment between close friends. It was Roger’s birthday for goodness sake! You didn’t even think you’d be invited to the bar.

Observant as ever, Brian sensed your reluctance. His eyebrows knitted in concern and before you could form a proper protest in your mouth he slid his fingers out of you and leaned back, giving you space. The feeling of loss was immediate and you instinctively reached out to follow him, cursing your drunken state for the inability to project confidence.

“What’s your colour Y/N?” Brian’s voice was soft and gentle once more, completely changed from the sexy dominance he growled with twenty seconds earlier. He got straight to the point and made sure you felt safe. Even drunk and possessive, he was so incredibly caring. It made your heart melt. Just looking into his tender eyes urged you to press up against him: to be near his comfort and available for his touch again. You were HIS, and so long as you belonged to him you would be taken care of.

You smiled at him across the car. “Green Brian… you didn’t have to stop.”

Your petite hand reached out over the middle seat to rest on his forearm, softly pleading for his attention. He returned your smile and accepted the gesture by covering your hand with his own, but he remained on the other seat.

“Don’t you want to join us at the hotel? I realised I didn’t ask.” His eyes were still shining in the darkness. “I’m sorry if I got carried away. Remember what I said our very first night… you can ALWAYS say no.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that… I would love to come. I’d follow you anywhere; take every scrap of your time if you let me.”

Your voice was timid but your feelings were sure, and the focused look in Brian’s eye penetrated deep inside you and pulled more words out.

“Throughout the entire party I couldn’t stop watching you, thinking about you.” The fuzzy feeling in your mind made it easier to say what you wanted. “You know how wet you made me. I wanted you to fuck me on the table at the club, for everyone to see, so they know that I’m yours... That I’m your good girl.”

You watched Brian’s stare darken and sucked in a deep breath, out of air, with rosy cheeks from aroused embarrassment. He looked glorious and predatory, obviously picturing the delicious images you’d put in his devious head.

“Just didn’t want to intrude on your special moment with Roger and Adam,” you finished nervously, breaking eye contact. “I’m afraid the others will get tired of me always being around.”

Brian sighed, and suddenly grabbed your cheeks between one big hand and forced you to look at him. He wasn’t angry, but his eyes were hard and steady. You felt a twinge of fear run through you, accompanied by a wave of pleasure. The shock of his actions cleared your head and made a blank slate for what he wanted to address.

“Fuck Y/N, stop saying that.” He voice was powerful and sure, reaching to your core and forcing you to believe what he said. “You don’t have to question your inclusion every time. I want you where I want you. If I want to fuck you in the pool while the others watch then that’s what’ll happen. I make the rules.” A tiny smirk pulled at Brian’s lips as he watched your pupils dilate from what he was saying. As you lapped up his attention and subconsciously leaned into his touch. “You’re a perfect little pet for me, and I ALWAYS mean it when I say I want you to come. Stop feeling down about yourself. I think you need someone to tell you that…” He stared deep into your eyes and leaned closer towards you, making himself all you could focus on. “So do what I say.”

The expression on Brian’s face seemed so caring, so hot, and so safe that you were overwhelmed once more. Fuck, yes, you belonged here, snug and submissive in his arms. Soft lips pressed gently to your forehead and you felt a hot tear run down your squished cheek as you closed your eyes and tried to process what he’d said. Damn the alcohol for making you so emotional.

“And it was Roger’s suggestion that you come.”

Those last words made you look up at Brian, who took your attention and ran with it. “I think he’s hoping I’ll share because it’s his birthday. What do you think about that Y/N?” Those damn smiling eyes turned your insides to jelly again as he finally leaned back over you, caging your body with his arms.

“It’s up to you Sir,” you squeaked, heartrate picking up from his closeness, “But I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

You were a little surprised with yourself about how quickly you’d decided, but you were drunk and it was Roger fucking Taylor- not really your type but certainly not one to turn down. Especially when he’d invited you on his birthday and Brian would be there. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

“Do you find him attractive?” When Brian addressed you he seemed slightly surprised as well, but, judging by the way his eyes widened, very turned on by your willingness.

“Yes… but not near as much as you.”

Brian chuckled and gave you a hard, brief kiss to thank you for your response. “Good answer. I would’ve had to reconsider letting him anywhere near you… You’re mine.”

He latched on to the soft skin under your chin, causing you to gasp and throw your head back against the seat. Heat soared through your body and settled between your legs: needy lust renewed by his blatant possessiveness. You loved when Brian got like this. It made you feel so very wanted and attractive, and proud to belong to one such as him.

“Yes Brian,” you whined and bucked up against his torso, reaching your arms up to grip his warmth and be as close as possible as he sucked another mark into your neck, “I’m all yours.”

Brian certainly loved to hear those words, and you were delighted when he pressed back down into you with his hips and growled against your throat. There was no punishment for touching his tummy. Not anymore. Or at least not tonight… Brian was more confident around you but he was certainly still a tease.

Once he was satisfied with his work he pulled his head back up, curls tickling your face, and admired the result with a pleased little smirk. Your neck felt hot and wet, still throbbing a bit from where he’d claimed you, and you loved it just as much as he seemed to.

“Good girl,” he murmured low, staring at your heaving chest, “Now it’s obvious.”

That same dark satisfaction rolled through you with the thought of how you would look in your bikini by the pool, covered in beautiful purple swirls from the past few days and the deep red of this new one at your neck. All because of Brian. Who was probably picturing the exact same thing.

“And Adam?” His masculine voice caught your attention again. “Do you like him too?”

Well… you wouldn’t say no to that either, but he was gay. You remembered the conversation you had with him a few days ago at the airport, and his reaction to Brian’s words earlier. If Adam was lusting after anyone tonight it certainly wasn’t you.

“Yes but… isn’t he gay?” You sounded unsure even to your own ears, and Brian laughed again.

“Yeah, he is. And I’m straight. But you won’t see a silly thing like that stopping our fun tonight.” There was something mischievous growing in Brian’s eyes. “It doesn’t count when your drunk,” his brow rose, “Just ask Roger.”

And then with a wink, before you could ask what he'd got up to with Roger, he let more of his weight drop onto you and grinned when a surprised puff of air shot from your lungs. You were effectively pinned down, helpless and unable to move as his much bigger body covered your legs and pressed your back up against the side of the door.

Despite you predicament, a glowing warmth filled your chest. A bit of liquor and this 72-year-old really showed he was rowdy rock star. God you loved him.

“Oh look little girl… it seems you’re quite stuck.” The smugness coming from his form made you clench your thighs, still unable to move them beneath him. “What a pity.”

He grabbed both your wrists when you tried to fight back, shifting them to hold in one hand, before leering at the rise and fall of your breasts which were pushed up against him. Being the object of his gaze always felt so good, especially when you were at his mercy like this. It was so bloody unfair, and so deliciously hot. He was huge.

“Did I tell you how much I love this dress?” That molten voice drawled hot breath above your face as his free hand traced at the top of the material by your cleavage. You could still smell the wine on his breath.

“Yes Sir,” you answered, “Many times.”

You felt the title was wanted again at this point, and by Brian’s reaction you were right.

“Hmm,” he hummed, reaching those long fingers to down against your skin to grab the dress right between your boobs. “Good. I think I’ll buy you some more.”

“You don’t need—“

“Shhhh…” Brian cut off your protest, “I want to. Then I’ll be able to do this properly.”

Your heart was pounding beneath the heat of his hand. “Do what?”

As if to answer, Brian pulled the front of your dress down harshly, watching as your tits sprang from the stretchy material. You gasped at the sudden ferocity, and felt yourself grow wetter again at the hungry look on his face. “Rip them off you of course.”

You immediately arched your back when hot lips wrapped around a nipple and Brian took his prize. He sucked and mouthed over your chest, chuckling darkly as you writhed and he tasted his fill.

…

Brian brought you to the edge twice more during the car ride, but never far enough to give you any satisfaction. So, by the time you arrived back at the hotel you were shaking with need. Your whole sex felt tight and desperate, pulsing sadly at the loss of his fingers.

Somehow you managed to stumble from the back seat after Brian pulled your dress back up and told you to wait for him in your room. You cursed out loud at the difficulty of something as simple as getting out of the car with him. Fuck anyone who thought it was their business what he got up to. It would probably be fine, you thought, but it was still better not to take chances. You’d already been a bit naughty at the club.

You got to your room without much problem, kicked your heels into the darkness and pulled your dress up over your head as soon as the door was shut. That damn man made you so horny you relished in even the light pressure of your tight panties between your legs when you bent over, but you were certain the rules were that you didn’t get to touch. Damn again! You flung the underwear off too and stalked towards your suitcase.

You pulled out your swimsuit and clenched your core once again as you looked at it. A tiny little string bikini that shone neon yellow even in the dark room. It wouldn’t hide anything. And wasn’t that thought wonderful.

Your drunken hands managed to tie the knots eventually and you were ready for Brian. You couldn’t’ think of anything else. You were about to do God-knows-what at an intimate pool party with three rock stars, and it should have been frightening, but all you could focus on was the tall one with those beautiful silver curls that would be bringing you there. You hoped you pleased him tonight.

Shuddering with anticipation, you wandered into the bathroom and flipped on the light to look at yourself in the mirror.

Oh.

Your mascara was smudged into big racoon eyes, and your lipstick had been licked off, almost non-existent at this point. That you could deal with. It was even a bit hot if you were honest, how much of a slut you were for Brian. You quickly moved to your toiletry bag and pulled out the necessary items while surveying the rest of your body.

It was indeed marked up: the most obvious being the hickey he’d made on your neck in the car, but there were plenty of other reminders from your previous pleasures. Small bruises sat at your hips, distinctly finger-shaped, and there were mottled marks across your chest and thighs, faint from time but still visible. You turned around to see faded marks on your bottom as well, and you found yourself slightly disappointed that they weren’t the rosy handprints you carried a few days ago. Perhaps Brian would give you some fresh ones tonight.

That was a lovely thought that stayed with you as you fixed your makeup: Brian spanking your ass over his lap for the others to watch. Would that be possible? Would it even be sexual at all with Roger and Adam? You were aching to find out. The bikini bottoms would be wet before you even got to the pool.

You finished your eyes, making sure to apply waterproof mascara, and had just started on your lips when you heard a knock at the door. Brian couldn’t risk waiting outside for long so you ran over to let him in, lipstick still in your hand.
He was leaning against the frame of the door, big body blocking the entire opening in that teapot pose you’d noticed him wait in before. He smirked as soon as he saw your face and stepped inside, licking his lips as he took in your swimsuit.

“You look so beautiful Y/N.” He ran a hand down your side, and your skin pebbled eagerly as you felt every callus brush your bare skin. “Such a pretty girl.” The praise bubbled inside you as usual.

Brian didn’t look too bad himself, towering beside you in turquoise patterned swim trunks and a black T-shirt. He could pull of anything and make it sexy; you didn’t think there was an outfit he could wear that would turn you off of him. No matter the wrapping that man was exquisite.

“You too, especially when this comes off.” You tugged at the bottom of his shirt and stepped towards the mirror in the main room to finish your lipstick.

You could see Brian in the reflection, and you had to fight a smile when you watched him clearly check out your arse in the bikini. You knew he loved to see the evidence he’d left there, because it showed that you let him, that you wanted him to claim you. You needed him to know you’d never be ashamed to be with him, and that you ached for his touch and delighted in his control.

“I don’t think the shirt will be coming off.” Brian interrupted your thoughts and caught your eyes in the mirror as you finished colouring your lips, almost apologetic. “I’d prefer to keep in on around the others.”

Well that wouldn’t do. You popped the lid back on the lipstick and smacked your lips together once, briefly checking your work. You’d gone for a darker red this time, and you smiled as you thought about how it would look around Brian’s big cock if he let you suck it again. That way you could leave some marks of your own.

“But your chest is so sexy Sir…” You turned around and walked towards him, stomach rolling pleasurably at the way his mouth twitched when you called him that. He always looked so effortlessly confident when you gave him that boost, and he would need his ego now.

“Perhaps,” he winked at you, but then his eyes fell to the floor, “but it’s not the chest I’m worried about.”

He shrugged, trying to play off that buried insecurity, but still your heart ached for him. At least he knew how attractive his broad chest was- a fact that could be gleaned from his penchant for unbuttoned shirts- but that wasn’t the only thing he had to offer. You shook your head and took in his form adoringly: all long legs and lean muscle, and that deliciously sexy soft spot around his middle. The words came imploringly from your mouth, “You don’t have ANYTHING to be worried about.”

Brian looked at you through his eyebrows. “Just because you have some kinky obsession doesn’t mean everyone else does.”

You suddenly stopped breathing and your cheeks flushed red at his words, and the way he stared down at you. He’d turned the conversation around in a second: gaining the upper hand and making you scramble to explain yourself. Were you really that obvious? You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed that Brian knew how you felt about his tummy, but it was just so hot! You knew he noticed you looking, and touching, but he never said anything about it… Perhaps he liked that you enjoy him so.

“What?” You were still a bit too self-conscious to respond eloquently, and said the first thing you could think of to change the subject. “Like Roger’s gonna judge you? He’s in the same boat!”

A grin appeared on Brian’s face; he liked to make you flustered. And watching you squirm with embarrassment while desperately avoiding incrimination was an obvious delight. Especially when he stayed so calm and steady himself.

“He’ll probably not want to take his shirt off either,” Brian stated, “And I was always the skinny one anyways.”

God that man was difficult to argue with, especially when drunk, for his stubborn streak grew enormous. He almost seemed to enjoy it, staring at you with those glistening eyes and awaiting your answer. Sure, you’d admit he wasn’t the rail-thin boy he used to be, but Brian was still incredibly fit for his age. It was almost like he was baiting you for something… for complements, or for praise.

“You’re still the skinny one and you know it,” you said. You couldn’t deny him anything.

A certain smugness filled Brian’s features, very pleased with your words, and then you knew that you were right. You could tell he was still incredibly competitive with Roger, and needed to hear your reassurances about how attractive you found him before taking you upstairs.

“Even next to Adam?”

He just wouldn’t stop! Brian liked to call you a needy little thing, but he was putting you to shame here. He was an absolute glutton for admiration, soaking it up just as he did on stage.

“I know who I’d rather stare at. You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Please let me see.” You were whining now, reduced to begging again so quickly. “I’ll be so good for you Sir.”

Brian’s eyes darkened even further, but he maintained an aura of bored consideration. How did the conversation turn out like this again? You were trying to make him feel less self-conscious about taking his shirt off and it had shifted into full-on worship in a matter of minutes. But God you dug it. Your poor edged sex was absolutely drenched with need, and every time you pleaded for something so trivial another layer of heat settled in your core. He made it so that you absolutely NEEDED everything from him, so bad that you’d give up anything to earn it.

“Please? I want so see all of you: so big and strong and gorgeous.” You couldn’t handle this for much longer, and started to resort to anything you could think of. “Could it be my reward? For this morning? You said I had to think of something.”

Brian smiled. “No darling, you don’t want to waste your reward on this.” He put words in your mouth, but you weren’t so sure you accepted them. It wouldn’t be a waste at all, because any reward you could think of would pale in comparison to the pleasures Brian brought.

“Please Sir? Haven’t I been good for you?” You pleaded one last time, pushing up against him and giving everything you had to offer.

“Hush pet.” He held up one of those long, tapered fingers against your lips and commanded you into silence. “We’ll make a trade.”

Your thoughts were eager and whirling, and you resisted the urge to suck his finger deep into your mouth. A trade? What did he mean?

“I’ll take my shirt off for you, and in return you have to wear this.” Brian’s gaze was burning right through your soul. He brought his hand to his pocket and reached in, grabbing something you hadn’t noticed was there before. As he pulled the object out he smiled at you, and it was suddenly so soft and caring that you were momentarily distracted. He looked like he wanted to hold you forever, and you would gladly let him.

But then you glanced down, and saw the dark strip of leather presented in his hand.

JESUS CHRIST.

Your stomached dropped down to your knees, swirling full of thick, dark arousal. This couldn’t be real.

A collar.

A fucking COLLAR. Beautiful and black, with intricate patterns etched along the outside and a small gold buckle that would sit so pretty at the dip in your throat.

He was giving you this? Your mouth dropped open in disbelief. Erotic, powerful, wonderful disbelief.

You WERE good for him. So good that he wanted to make it official. That he wanted to the others to know, beyond bites and bruises, that you belonged first and foremost to him. All you’d ever wanted from this arrangement was to please the man next to you, and this was proof that you’d done that. You could give him something that no one else could and you were being rewarded for it.

And to you it WAS a reward, though some may see it as humiliating, because it allowed you to act in all the ways you yearned to. It represented ownership, yet it was freeing. Fuck, you needed this man to do anything and everything he wanted with you. As long as it made him as happy as he made you.

Brian was immensely satisfied with your reaction, just watching the lust and enchantment pass across your face. “I’ll take that as a yes then… want me to put it on?”

He said it like it was a pleasing development, not the earth-shattering moment it was in your life. And then you wondered how many times he’d done this before.

Nomatter. You’d be the best.

You immediately dropped to your knees in front of him and lifted your hair to give access to the back your neck. Never mind the blunt pain throbbing through your bare knees from the impact, Brian stood still above you for a moment, and then you flooded with pleasure when he groaned at the sight of you before him, head bent and submissive.

His voice was low and rumbling. “Good girl Y/N.”

Large, warm hands reached around your neck and brushed your sensitive skin as they fastened the collar gently. Brian tightened it just enough to sit up on your neck and remind you who you belonged to.

“Now they’ll know baby… that you’re all mine.”

You swallowed the mass of saliva that had formed during your silence, and felt a new weight against your throat for the first time. It was wonderful. “Thank you Sir.”

“You’re welcome; you look beautiful.” Brian cupped your head in his hand, and let you nuzzle against his palm.

He helped you back to your feet, and you felt like you were floating. There was nothing but the throbbing between your legs, the cool leather of your collar, and the strong hands at your back that you would let lead you anywhere.

Chapter 53: Pool Party: 1

Notes:

And we're off into a night of naughtiness!

You admired Brian’s tall, broad shoulders and the way his hair bounced as he led you, wrapped in a hotel robe for a bit of modesty, to the elevator and then the penthouse floor, where he and Roger had rooms. He told you there was a private pool there where you wouldn’t be disturbed, and your stomach fluttered with nervous energy when he scanned his key card for access. This was really happening! Your heart was in your throat, and you could feel your pulse under your pretty collar, pounding and excited to spend more time with Brian: eager to prove yourself and be good for him while Adam and Roger were there. And maybe if you were lucky he’d let you touch the others as well.

“Remember your safe words tonight baby,” Brian’s voice filled the little space, “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

He wasn’t looking at you, just at the doors of the elevator, so you did the same. It was almost as if you were both preparing for a performance, and your mind flashed back to those last few minutes when you would wait with the Dallas Cheerleaders. If only they could see you now.

“I will Sir.”

“Good girl.” A large hand fingered at your collar, dragging over your skin. “This will be fun.”

Right as the elevator doors opened Brian turned to you and smiled, pulling you out of the lift with him and holding you against his chest. You sighed into his shirt and let yourself get lost in the soapy, spicy, safe smell he carried. It was like he was grounding you, calming you down and reminding you that he was here.

But then he pressed you harder into him, and up against the wall, before bending his neck and hunching his shoulders to smother your lips in a hard, heated, impatient kiss. You weren’t wearing your heels any longer so Brian had to work quite a bit to cover the height difference between you, even with a strong hand tilting your chin up to meet him. His tongue invaded your mouth and you grasped at his back to feel more of the big, sexy body that trapped you. It was disorienting to be taken so quickly, but it felt so good and you were so desperate for Brian’s touch that you just let it happen, let him devour you, and enjoyed the satisfied feeling in your gut that came from his attention.

You heard a low chuckle coming from somewhere else- it was hard to tell what direction with your drunk, spinning mind- and then you knew Brian had an ulterior motive. He WAS putting on a show. Roger and Adam were already here, and they were watching from the moment the elevator opened at the end of the patio.

Oh shit. They could see. You moaned underneath Brian and felt his lips smile against yours as you finally figured it out. He was demonstrating his possessiveness right away, in full view of the others, and it was bloody hot. Your thighs clenched involuntarily.

Brian gave you one last lick and bit your lip between his sharp teeth before pulling back, grinning like an apex predator with you still pinned against the wall. God. You were dripping wet, that desperate ache in your core needy for Brian to fix it. And the night had just started.

You knew your eyes were blown wide, and your mouth was open as your chest heaved, finally able to breathe. Once your vision focused properly you looked up at Brian’s face. His defined features were smug as usual, and he winked at you, making more sultry heat warm your insides. This wasn’t just a man above you… this was a king.

Brian looked over at his bandmates. “Hello boys.”

He finally stepped back and released your body from its place between his hips and the wall. You were pulled along with him, stumbling slightly at first but quickly finding your feet.

“Say hi to Roger and Adam Y/N.”

“…Hi guys.” You were still breathless from the kiss.

Roger and Adam sat at the edge of the pool, each with a new drink in their hand, and smiled at you. They were both dressed in swim trunks and shirts for the hot summer night. The eldest was visibly drunk and bubbly, grinning wildly at you and Brian, and obviously enjoying his birthday. Adam was a little more demure, though still drunk, and blushing fiercely while trying to avoid eye contact with Brian. You were immensely glad he was here. Perhaps you were both a bit out of your depth tonight, though Adam was certainly more experienced than you. But Roger and Bri were on another level altogether.

“Hello Y/N, Bri,” Roger said, and you didn’t miss how the guitarist raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Look who’s finally here.” He gestured for you to take the remaining seats close by. “Adam and I were just starting another round. Care to join us?”

As you sat down he offered what looked like sparkling wine or champagne towards you, neck first, and you accepted it respectfully. There were two empty glasses next to Roger as well, which he also passed over.

You really didn’t know if you should drink any more but thought it might be rude not to. Your head was still fuzzy, but not spinning as much since you stopped drinking at the club. You wanted to be present and alert for whatever was to come here at the pool. It would be the experience of a lifetime… again.

However, Brian’s steady voice interrupted your worries. “Pour me a glass darling, and a half one for yourself.”

“Yes Sir.”

The title slipped from your lips automatically, having been teased by him so long in the car, and you tried to hide the embarrassed flush on your face while you poured Brian’s drink. Your cheeks were burning hot and the glass started to shake a bit in your hand, but no one said anything, and you couldn’t tell if that made things worse or better. At least Brian knew that you shouldn’t drink much more.

You filled the glass and were forced to look up at Brian when you gave it to him, who was unsurprisingly pleased and leering at you with those dark eyes.

“Thank you.”

He continued to watch you, astute, following your every move. His hazel eyes stalked the lump that passed under your collar when you nervously swallowed and the corner of his upper lip twitched into a tiny smirk. You knew the others were watching you too, and stole a glance at Adam while you poured your own glass.

He met your eyes, pupils wide, and flashed his gaze between you and Brian before giving you an encouraging smile and a little nod of his head. What a sweetheart. Yes, you were glad Adam was here. You didn’t know Roger that well and although Brian always made you feel secure, he was still intimidating. It was nice to have someone who could see your point of view. Suddenly you weren’t so nervous… just excited.

Once you filled your glass- exactly half full just as Brian had said- Roger held his own aloft to propose a toast. Everyone one else followed suit.

“Thanks for coming out to celebrate tonight. And for this: a pool party just like the old days.” He flashed a bright, cheeky smile that showed all the mischief of past adventures. “Can you believe we’ve been doing this for 50 years Bri? How did it go by so fast?”

“I’ve got no bloody idea… but here we are. Old and grey and two members short,” Brian paused and shared a slightly sad, closed mouth smile with the drummer that gave you a glimpse of all the emotions associated with their lost bandmates, “Though not much else has changed.”

You’d never pretend to know how they felt about Freddie’s passing all those years ago, or what relationship they still had with John, but you knew that these two stunning, impressive men had been through a hell of a lot together. There was a certain nostalgic, melancholy feeling briefly in the air, while you and Adam looked on at the evidence of their colourful lives. But then Brian looked at you, and then Adam, and Roger did the same, and the light behind their eyes came back. Obviously they loved touring with Adam and bringing their music to the world for all the fans who connected with it. And there was a certain darker satisfaction that you were here too.

“So!” Brian perked up after a moment, “To you, Roger, on your seventieth birthday! Thanks for backing me up all these years.” His grin turned devilish with his inability to resist a little jab at his friend, who rolled his eyes. “You’re the best mate I could ever hope for.”

And with that, you clinked your glass against the others’ and took a drink of what was indeed very expensive tasting champagne.

“…More than a mate actually,” Brian continued after everyone swallowed, very verbose due to the alcohol. “And you, Adam, our gift from God. We can’t thank you enough for giving us the ability to still tour like we do. We couldn’t do it without you.”

You sat and observed the three men, watching with interest how they interacted with each other. Brian sat calmly, with purpose and confidence: happy to be himself around his friends. Adam practically hung of Brian’s every word, but flashed a bit of a cheeky smile during the praise, like he was overjoyed to hear it but trying to act like it was no big deal. Roger was slumped low in his chair and gazing up at Brian as well, with drunken anticipation. His blue eyes were alert though, and they found you looking, which made your heart beat faster. The following wink was even more effective.

His rough voice cut through the air and interrupted before Brian could start talking again. “All the sappy stuff is great and all… but I’m fucking melting out here. Are we going to get this party going or what?”

You couldn’t see Roger’s smirk beneath his beard, but the crinkle around his eyes told you it was there. Shockingly blue irises pierced into your skin and prickled your nerves. You felt like you were on display again, just like when Brian kissed you against the wall, and you liked it.

“You’ve still got no patience Rog,” Brian chuckled, “But in this case I think you’re right. I’m dying to get in the pool too- it’s terribly hot out.”

There was a screeching sound from the plastic chair against the patio as Brian stood up, unfolding his impressive height above the three of you. The movement drew your gaze from Roger’s face up to Brian’s, and your mouth suddenly felt dry. Damn you always loved this angle: staring up at him as the halo of curls fell around his silhouette. It gave you that curling tightness in your gut, when you felt small and desperate. And it made him look like a God.

“Come Y/N, keep me company.”

He held out a hand for you to take and practically pulled you out of your seat. Fuck you loved to be manhandled, and it was always just a bit surprising to feel that strength in his wiry arms. You were peripherally aware of Roger and Adam watching you, but your main focus was the man holding your hand.

Brian charmed you with a smile and then reached out to untie the knot of your robe. It was quick work for his dextrous fingers and you soon felt a breeze of air on your stomach as it was exposed to the night. You tightened your abdominal muscles out of instinct and reaction to the change, and shivered as fiery hazel eyes raked across your torso. Brian grinned once again at the sight of you before him, enough that the sharp tip of that one canine was visible in the night.

He stepped closer and grabbed hold of the collar of the robe, and his body language was clear enough. You turned around and let him lift the material off your shoulders, trailing your arms behind to slip out of the sleeves as well. Now the air was everywhere; the bare skin on your body pebbled in the warm breeze. And you heard the soft thud of the robe being thrown over Brian’s chair. You could practically feel three sets of eyes focused on your bikini. Thank God you knew you looked good in it.

“Oh Y/N, you’re stunning.” It was actually Roger’s voice you first heard over the pounding of your heart, and the complement made you feel beautiful.

“She certainly is.”

The familiar rumble of Brian’s deep dom voice made you shiver. If he was already speaking like that you didn’t think you’d last the night. He could command such power so easily, turning it on and off at a whim. It was at times like this that you wondered if he’d ever been denied anything he asked for, and your conclusion filled you with nervous arousal. Probably not in decades.

If Roger and Adam hadn’t noticed the collar before they surely did now. You guessed they could see the bruises too, even in the dark night. The marks of possession on your skin were obvious… they would know you didn’t deny Brian anything either.

Fuck it was dirty. How did you get involved in all this debauchery? But then you turned around to look at your lover again, and your wet core clenched at the sheer wickedness on his face. Right. That was how.

There was more scraping as Roger and Adam got up from their chairs and took another sip of their champagne, discarding their sandals on the patio.

“Well come on then!” Roger’s voice broke through your musings. “Adam and I have waited long enough for you two.”

The singer laughed- a high, melodic thing- as the very drunk drummer hastily threw down the towel around his neck and trundled over to the pool, T-shirt and all. Adam himself was a bit more graceful, but he too chose to leave his tank top on and flash you a wink before walking over to join Roger. His makeup was still perfect, and you idly wondered if it was waterproof.

Brian smiled at his friends, obviously very fond of both of them, even when they were hammered, and directed you towards the pool as well, with a hand at the small of your back. It was electric and exciting to feel his skin on yours, but still you stopped: stubborn because there was one thing missing.

“Aren’t you forgetting something Sir?”

Brian looked down at you and furrowed his brows. He clearly wasn’t used to being stopped, especially when he was drunk and in this mindset, and your stomach dropped when you saw the frown on his lips. You pulled on the bottom of his shirt again to remind him why you weren’t following along before he assumed the worst.

Immediately his face softened, and you saw a flash of recognition cross his features, followed by a wave of hesitation. “Y/N, please,” he said quietly, “Look at Roger and Adam.”

You shook your head, but did let your understanding show in your expression.

“I’d rather look at you.”

Brian sighed and took another quick glance at the other two men, who were waist deep in the water at this point, shirts half soaked and two-toned.

“Please Sir?” Your voice was small and respectful, yet wishful. “You promised.”

You could see his jaw working away nervously before he answered.

“Yeah, okay Y/N. I did promise.”

His eyes looked into yours and found the confidence he needed, the support you were aching to provide.

Your face lit up when he reached behind his head to grab his collar and pull his shirt over his head. Something so little meant so much. That he’d risk discomfort and embarrassment, and try to get over that niggling body shame he still had just for you. It must be hard for him to accept a body he saw as less than perfect after years of living as a sex symbol for women all over the world. Yet he was trying.

Immediately upon seeing that sliver of pale tummy your heart exploded. And the silver-dusted chest that followed was mouth-watering. That was Brian May, in all his glory. He was amazing, he was brave, and you loved him.
As soon as the T-shirt joined your robe on Brian’s chair you were all over him, holding and kissing up and down his chest without shame or hesitation. This was the body you craved. The man turned you on in a second. He was delicious and you needed to taste as much as you could.

“Thank you, thank you,” you murmured between kisses, tickling his warm skin and feeling the bounce of an appreciative chuckle come from his chest.

“You’re welcome dear. You always know how to make a man feel good.”

Oh how glad you were to hear those words. That’s all you ever wanted to do for him. The warm fuzzy feeling was back in your chest, and you didn’t stop your kisses, unable to pull away once you got him close again. Your mind was slipping into that safe, subby mode you only experienced with Brian.

“Come on baby,” Brian tried to pull you off him and walk to the water, “Let’s join the others.”

You held on tight and whined, refusing to move off his shirtless form. He was so warm and soft when you hugged him tight.

Another chuckle left Brian’s lips and rough hands trailed down your back, stopping at the faint outline of each vertebra. “It’s too early for this pet; we’ve got a whole night ahead. You need to pull yourself together.”

Fuck you didn’t want to let go, but you needed to be good for Brian. You had a job to do tonight. Slowly you tilted your head to look up at his face, staring at him so admiringly that he couldn’t help but squeeze you against him once more.

“Good girl Y/N. I think you just need a little wake up. It was a mistake to let you drink so much tonight.” His grin turned smug. “I told you it would be a bad idea to go samesies with me.”

Suddenly you were being pulled upwards towards him, like he was going to pick you up off the ground. You panicked slightly, was he insane? Or just drunk? You were small and slim, not much to lift up, but you were afraid this could only end in disaster.

Your heart pounded and you froze in shock, but before you knew it you were surrounded by warmth again, and found yourself dangling in Brian’s arms as he carried you in front of his chest. His shining eyes looked down at you steadily, trying to figure out why you’d been so concerned so suddenly.

Your face twisted with embarrassment and you sheepishly returned his gaze. You were afraid you’d insulted him, cringing inwardly at the insinuation he wasn’t strong enough, or that you didn’t trust him to be able to carry you. But he seemed to be handling it just fine.

You turned your head into his chest and give him another quick kiss in apology, which caused Brian to smile and shake his head, giving you a good view of his long bouncy curls.

Roger and Adam whooped and laughed as Brian walked you to the edge of the pool. You felt like a little ragdoll in his arms, and quickly got over your nervousness. You fucking loved this size difference, and found that the fact he was still so strong turned you on immensely. What a man.

But then Brian placed his slender toes right at the end of the patio, and you noticed you were hanging over the water. Oh shit. What did he think he was doing?!? No, no…

Brian smirked when you started to struggle again in his arms, looking worriedly at the ripples in the water below you. He wouldn’t dare—

“Go play with Rog and Adam.”

The fucking arrogance that oozed from his voice was infuriating and sexy all at once, and the cheering from the other two men wasn’t helping in the slightest.

“Please! Wait!” You cried in desperation, but knew that it was too late for you at this point. Brian liked to make a spectacle of things, and he wouldn’t back down from showing off in front of his bandmates.

Before you could curse his name you felt his body turn and you started to swing towards the pool, and then you were falling through the air, squealing helplessly. Damn that man!

Chapter 54: Pool Party: 2

Notes:

At this rate there are going to be quite a few chapters concerning this pool party ;P

I was stuck on this one for a while- hope you enjoy!!

The water felt cold against your skin compared to the night’s humid warmth, and especially the heat in Brian’s arms. It wasn’t very nice. You flailed your arms and legs around, orienting yourself upright in the pool, and popped your head out if the water as soon as possible.

As soon as your ears cleared the surface you heard the laughter of Roger and Adam behind you, but you couldn’t see much for all the hair that had fallen in your face. From the intensity of their drunken chortles, however, you knew you looked a right mess with your hair sticking to your forehead.

You had to give it to Brian though, you were definitely much more alert now. Your nerves were racing from the shock of the water and your breath drew short due to the sudden cold. But it wasn’t that bad, and you quite liked being thrown around if you were honest.

Gathering your wits, you took a deep breath and delved back under water, taking the time to rearrange your hair. A sudden thought struck you beneath the surface, and you smiled to yourself as you bent your neck and pulled all your long locks back to the front.

Then you pushed up from the bottom and threw your head back just as you surfaced, tossing your hair behind you with a tempting arch if your spine. You hoped it looked like it did in the movies, or at least that you didn’t make a fool of yourself in front of the rock stars.

Thankfully, when you finally opened your eyes, Roger’s face was beaming in a grin, and Adam had his mouth open in delight. Perhaps you’d pulled it off.

The drummer clapped his hands appreciatively. “I’ll give you a 2 for form, but a 10 on recovery.”

You were well aware how his eyes tracked to the streams of water draining down your chest as you stood up and walked to the shallow end with the others.

“Thanks Rog... I’ll take that into account the next time some big bully throws me into a pool.” Your answer drew another laugh from the birthday boy.

Said big bully had made his way to the stairs and was slowly stepping into the water, drink once again in hand. There was a wide grin on his face as you met his eyes. He definitely wasn’t sorry in the slightest, but you couldn’t find it in you to be angry while he was such a beautiful sight.

The dark night contrasted with his pale skin and almost highlighted his long, slender body as he entered the pool. The lights from below the water cast a blue hue over his white legs and brightened his ridiculous shorts, but even they couldn’t distract from the blessed amount of skin that was on display. Fuck you were glad you’d persuaded him to take his shirt off. He was marvelous. No 72 year old man had any right to look that good.

“Ah…” Brian sighed into the air, “This is much better. Nice and cool.”

Adam nodded his head. “Agreed. I’ve been looking forward to this since the hot, sweaty club.”

Brian smiled at the young singer and stepped further into the water. He looked very pleased with himself, you thought, and with the way Adam was staring at him with wide, eager eyes. There was something more sinister too, behind that expressive face, and, when he gave the frontman a wink, you felt another twinge down below. He seemed simply masterful tonight.

“What about you Y/N? Refreshed and rejuvenated from the water?”

Brian’s voice caught you off guard a little, and you had to swallow the lump in your throat when his dark eyes locked onto yours.

“I’m a bit cold actually, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it soon.”

You WERE starting to shiver, but you weren’t sure it was from the temperature. Brian watched the way you drew your pebbled arms around yourself, pursed his lips, and tutted.

“Poor baby… and it’s all my fault.” He stalked further towards you while Roger and Adam looked on. “Let me make it up to you.”

Brian stepped up right in front of you and opened arms wide. The promise of his warm arms and the slight tilt of his head were too much; an invitation for a hug from Brian was an invitation you couldn’t refuse, even if he’d just thrown you into the pool.

So you reached up towards him and softened into his chest once more, wrapping yourself around his torso. A small burst of satisfaction filled you when your wet bikini and cold skin touched the still-dry upper half of Brian. A little taste of his own medicine, you thought, as you felt his shoulders tense from the shock.

He bore the cold and ran his hands up and down your back. “Feeling warmer now?”

“A bit…” You trailed off, just happy to be held for a little longer. Roger and Adam were probably watching, so every second of Brian’s attention was exciting.

Intelligent, teasing eyes looked down at you, and Brian started to move. “Come here then.”

He led you to a seat ledge at the side of the pool.

Roger had wandered off at this point, bobbing lazily towards the other edge of the pool where he’d left his champagne. But Adam was still hovering around you and Brian, looking a little unsure, and a lot intrigued.

The older man caught his eyes as he sat down and gave him a knowing smile before he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his lap. The water made it a slow, sensual process as you drifted over Brian’s legs and sunk gently until you came to rest on his thighs. You felt the cool air on your shoulders, now above the water, and relished the possessive edge to the older man’s movements.

A flutter of nerves invaded your stomach. You were sitting snugly in Brian’s lap, with his free hand gripping your bare waist and your almost bare ass on his thin swim trunks. You may as well have been naked the way you could feel his warm skin through your bikini.

And Adam was watching. And Brian knew he was watching while he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder. You couldn’t see his face behind your head, but you felt his smirk from the smug heat if his breath and the expression on Adam’s face.

“Finished your drink already Adam?”

And then he had the fucking gall to take a lazy sip of his own champagne as if it was perfectly normal to have a woman less than a third of his age in his lap.

Adam swallowed, and you were struck by the way the lump caught in his throat. “I left it on the patio.”

His talented, strong voice was scratchy, and a sudden pulse of arousal throbbed between your legs because it was watching Brian and you that had made it this way.

A clever hand snuck its way up to gently cup your bikini top while Brian kept talking in that low, confident voice.

“Oh… Roger can bring it over to you when he comes back.”

The combination of his nonchalance and blatant enjoyment of your body on his lap was pure, seductive darkness: swirling in your gut and drawing you further under his control. You gleaned such satisfaction and pleasure from giving yourself over to him, in knowing that he, a man who could have anything, wanted you.

Adam was likewise enthralled but not currently so lucky as to be sitting on such a desirable throne. You didn’t know how much Brian had guessed about Adam’s feelings towards him, but the alcohol in the singer made his eager, wet eyes that much more obvious. And from the way Brian had been acting since the club you were pretty sure he noticed. Adam just hummed an unsure note of approval, agreeing somewhat pointlessly, because Brian had already raised his glass aloft and raised his voice to call to Roger, who had just finished refilling his own.

“Bring Adam’s too!”

The drummer looked up at the sound of Brian’s voice, and shouted back a quick okay when he saw the champagne waving in the guitarists hand for clarification.

Roger meandered his way back towards you with the two drinks, slow and teasing with a big smirk on his face. You weren’t sure if his smooth, taunting strides were on purpose or because of the waist-high water, but either way they were effective at drawing out the moment, and all the time you were acutely aware of Brian’s hand still playing idly over your hard nipple. Like you were his to touch as he pleased. And really, with the collar around your throat, you were.

Roger sidled up to the three of you and handed Adam his drink, chuckling. “Well look at that… Mr. Rock and Roll over here with a pretty young thing on his lap. You’re right Bri, some things don’t change.”

The words sent a shiver down your back, thinking of all the things that had gone so right in your life that YOU were the girl who got to sit on these long legs. Almost to confirm Roger’s observation, Brian pulled you tighter against him and opened his legs a little so you slid down to the seat between them, trapped between his thighs.

“That’s Dr. Rock and Roll now, which is somewhat new,” the amused teasing came easily from Brian’s throat, “But I’ll concede your point… Y/N was cold and needed some warmth.” He squeezed you against him once more and moved his hand down to warm your back. “And I think you’re just jealous.”

Roger rolled his eyes and swallowed the swig of champagne he’d just taken.

“Maybe I AM jealous. I seem to remember you promising me a little something back at the bar… or have you forgotten it’s my birthday? Getting a bit senile in your old age? The night’s not going to start itself.”

“No no… I haven’t forgotten,” Brian reassured his bandmate, still stroking the dip at the small of your back with his hand. “Be patient…” his eyes drifted up and down Roger’s wet shirt and the corner of his mouth twitched, “…Birthday Boy.”

He clearly couldn’t resist teasing the drummer’s earlier complaints, and the way with which he delivered the pet name- in that low, slow drawl- made you want to bury your head between his legs. He took another drink from his glass, projecting such calm confidence that you knew he’d planned everything thus far: deliberately showing you off in front of Roger and making him yearn for when he’d finally share. You squeezed your knees together in attempt to remedy your needy body; you were aching to know when he’d do it as well.

“I HAVE been patient Brian. You’ve been deliberately withholding all night.”

Roger’s eyes fell on you, still nestled between Brian’s thighs on the bench, so you likewise studied him. You had to admit that the soaked shirt hugged his chest well. You could clearly see the shape of strong pectorals and biceps from years of percussion work, and the moderate swell of tummy. He was certainly attractive: broad across the shoulders in a different way from Brian, not so much out of sheer size but through layers of muscle. He was square where the guitarist was pointy- the thought seemed funny to your tipsy mind.

Brian chuckled as you checked each other out so obviously. “As you said, you only turn 70 once. I want to make it special. Waiting for the fruit to ripen makes it that much sweeter.”

He squeezed his legs around you as if to confirm you were the sweet treat tonight, but it served a double purpose. You could feel the beginnings of Brian’s arousal against your arse: swelling so temptingly into the impressive member you knew he carried, even under the refreshing pool water. Automatically, you rocked back into him to feel even more of that hardness, and Roger’s eyes flicked to where you were joined.

“She looks ripe for the taking to me.”

The words ripped through you and made you clench your inner muscles at the thought of being plundered by these great men. Roger was certainly more direct than Brian. You’d learned that it took the guitarist a bit of time to get over the pretense of your interactions before succumbing to his lust and taking what he wanted from you. Perhaps Roger was more accepting of himself and this rock star lifestyle, or perhaps Brian just got off a bit more on making you squirm and beg.

It seemed the latter at this moment, because a very naughty chuckle rumbled through the chest against your back. “Ah… perhaps you’re right,” Brian said. He obviously knew you were aching to be touched, having teased you all night. “What do you think Adam?”

The singer was jolted back to attention, having been caught up in watching the interactions between the three of you. He stared at Brian with wide eyes once again.

“Umm, I- Yeah.” The younger man swallowed, and you felt the same nervous arousal visible on his face. “You look beautiful Y/N.”

You met Adam’s blue eyes- so light and expressive with his dark colouring- and smiled to thank him for the complement. You were empowered by him being here, and you hoped that he knew how much you appreciated his reassuring presence. The man seemed so confident and cocksure on stage, but in reality he was a total sweetheart. Talented, able, and humble too.

And Brian clearly felt the same way, staring as he was with approval for the singer and his kindness towards you. You were pretty sure he delighted in the way Adam reacted to him as well, always grasping for another open mouth or shocked silence. Brian liked to impress and awe, and the younger man certainly gave him that.

“Come here,” Brian said, “Sit beside me for a minute.”

There was a bit of splashing as Adam obeyed Brian’s order immediately, and you didn’t miss the way the eldest’s nostrils flared when he did so. God he loved control: perhaps not for what he could do with it, but because of his ability to get it. And for some twisted reason you wanted nothing more than to see Brian get everything he wanted.

“Adam, sweetheart, I think you know what Roger’s been not-so-subtly suggesting. Do you want to do this?”

Roger nodded along as Brian spoke to the singer, and added his own words when he finished. “We’ll have a good night- no strings attached.”

Adam looked like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening, even if the hints had been there all evening. You knew the feeling. It was the same excitement bubbling in your gut. He was so close to where you sat between Brian’s legs that you could see the slight tremors passing along his bare arms.

“…Yeah,” he finally answered.

Brian leaned closer. “Yeah? …You want me to touch you?”

Adam nodded.

“For how long?”

“A few years… and every concert night.”

Bright curls caught your eye as Brian shook his head and grinned, narrowing his gaze slightly at the singer. “Ah… I’ve noticed.” He was smug, and terribly cocky from all the alcohol. “But not to worry- Roger wants me to touch him too.”

“Oh piss off Bri.” Roger stepped closer to the three of you: one horny, drunk, impatient drummer standing over your seated forms. His eyes flicked to you. “You seem to have been a bad influence on him Y/N. That damn ego’s as big as it ever was… Let’s just get to the fun bits.”

Roger reached out towards your swimsuit top with his non-champagne hand, and a sudden splash came up over your chest. When you opened your eyes you saw that Brian had blocked Roger’s arm, lightning quick, and gripped his wrist in his long, bony fingers.

“Don’t TOUCH.” He almost growled, and your insides twisted at the sound. “It may be your birthday, but there are still rules. You don’t get to play with my little pet unless it’s on my terms. Like we discussed earlier.” Hazel eyes penetrated into blue.

“Fuck, sorry.” Roger seemed genuinely remorseful after Brian’s hard tone cut through his drunken haze. “I didn’t think you were serious… considering last time—“

Brian interrupted his friend from telling whatever evening of debauchery they’d shared before. “This one’s different.”

And didn’t your heart nearly explode at those words.

Chapter 55: Pool Party: 3

Notes:

Another long one for you! Hope you enjoy ;)

There will probably be at least 5 chapters for this scene haha

‘This one’s different’, he’d said. ‘This one’s different.’

You tried to process the words quickly as you sat with your backside squeezed between Brian’s thighs and rubbing up against his crotch. You’d tried so hard over the days with him not to overinflate your position or get your hopes up too high- a task you already knew ended in failure- but in your drunken state you couldn’t help but get caught up in the meaning behind his brief words.

They clearly meant that he’d had girls before, but you knew that already and had since the first night. It was glaringly obvious and he didn’t try to hide it from you. He was a rock God. He was sinfully wealthy. He played guitar and wrote songs for what you considered to be the greatest band of all time. And he was fucking HOT: always had been. The man could get as many women as he wanted with a bite of his lip and a come-hither look. Still! And he clearly relished that ability. It was one of the many things you found attractive about him, deep in your secret, dirty desires. It made everything seem scandalous and hedonistic and so deliciously naughty.

And then there was the fact that this incredible man, who could have anything he wanted, wanted you. He thought you were different from the other groupies. He wanted to keep you for his own, close and hanging off his arm because you made him feel good. You had always hoped to provide more than just the superficial pleasure of a fit young woman in his bed, and he’d given a few hints that you were succeeding. You’d experienced periods of deep emotion with him, and you truly felt you were starting to understand what he needed from you. Hearing another confirmation of that was incredibly rewarding.

Here you were, willingly trapped within Brian’s embrace, about to do God-knows-what with two other rock stars, and you felt okay. Nervous and uncontrollably aroused, yes, but also safe and wanted. And Brian was clearly in his element tonight: arrogant and domineering just as you liked. The primal Brian May of your darkest fantasies. The master of your collared neck. Fuck, you weren’t going to let him down. You wanted to see every part of Brian because you loved every part of him, and he’d decided to show you again tonight, with a little help from a lot of wine.

But however much you ran these thoughts through your head, it didn’t stop the three men from carrying on. Adam was sitting eagerly beside Brian and you, watching the two older men just as you were. There seemed to be some unspoken communication taking place between their two eyes: crystal blue and deep hazel.

Roger looked at Brian for a moment, observing the way he sat around you and held you tight without moving a muscle. The guitarist seemed content to let the others stare at you between his legs and wait for Roger to understand what he wanted.

Then, as the drummer nodded, the deep, smooth voice of Brian drenched your insides with burning desire.

“Excellent,” he squeezed your sides just below the string of your bikini, “What a lucky girl you are tonight Y/N.”

You immediately perked up and squirmed against his warmth when Brian’s attention turned back to you, and your desperate reaction prompted a low chuckle from his chest. He always enjoyed the way you writhed helplessly in his grasp and tonight was no different, even with the audience. Perhaps he enjoyed it more than ever because Roger and Adam could see what he did to you.

Brian moved your wet hair and you tried to hide your sigh when hot lips trailed down the back of your neck, nibbling and sucking at your pebbled skin.

“None of that now baby girl,” he murmured against you, “We want to hear you. Show Roger and Adam how pretty you sound.”

The inclusion of your favourite pet name aroused you almost as much as the knowledge that there were three sets of eyes on your thrumming body. Those two words from Brian’s clever tongue touched a special place deep inside. They changed the dynamic and told you just how he wanted you to behave. And everything was suddenly easier. You’d just need to listen to him.

You moaned quietly and concentrated on the heat from his mouth, “Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Brian gave you a final bite on your exposed flesh and used his strong forearms to lift you off the seat. You missed the embrace of his thighs, and the water was suddenly cold on your skin where he’d been pressed up against you. But still your stomach rolled: this meant things were going to begin.

“Sit down Rog.” The Dom voice you knew so well sounded out over the water, and you didn’t miss the way Roger’s eyes expanded at Brian’s words. It was minute and brief before he reset his features to appear confident once again, but it was telling. And then you wondered just what these two had got up to throughout the years. And what you were in for tonight.

Roger smirked at you as he brushed past your body and took a seat next to Adam on the bench, water rising to about shoulder height, and he settled with his legs spread beneath the surface. You had to admit he looked very inviting: like a man awaiting something he knew would come, like you couldn't resist him. Again your heart pounded. He was so sure of himself, and as you looked at that devilish grin that quirked one side of his groomed mustache and saw those young, sparking eyes, you knew he had good reason. These men had done it all. They were going to give you an amazing night.

“Y/N, you’re gonna make Roger feel good- understand?” Brian continued to talk as you stood in front of the three men quaking with excitement, and his mouth twitched at your nervous cadence. “Show him how much you’ve enjoyed our night. It was his idea after all.” Then he started to stand from the bench himself, and you were momentarily mesmerised by the streams of water running down his smooth skin. “Oh and Rog… no touching. Not yet.”

Brian chose to ignore Rogers’s resultant groan of protest. He was like a mythical creature rising from the water, shining and dripping in the night. The glorious ringlets on his head were still as fluffy as ever, except for a few at the nape of his neck that had gotten wet and now hung dark, picking up the few subtle grey colours that still lingered in his hair. This man stole your breath completely every time you looked too close.

You had to swallow before you answered him and turned back to Roger, whose lap was looking better with each passing second as the unfilled need grew in your nether regions. Brian’s meaning was clear; you eagerly took the tattooed hand Roger offered towards you and climbed to sit overtop him this time, chests facing. Roger’s legs felt much different than Brian’s, but still wonderful. He wasn’t as bony and you could feel the strength in his thighs much more obviously.

“Fucking finally…” Roger rumbled as you set your legs on either side of his waist and smiled at you, “Hello honey.”

You heard Brian hum in approval, and drawl deeply by your left ear. “Very good Y/N. I’ll take care of Adam. They’ve both been waiting for us for a while.”

The way he stated those words so matter-of-factly made you rock your hips against Roger almost without thinking, even as you heard Adam’s breath hitch. You’d be tempted to look over and watch what Brian was doing to the singer if it wasn’t for the crooked smile of the man beneath you. He looked into your eyes and you were stuck, thinking of all the ways you could make him feel good, and please Brian in the process.

Roger moved his back away from the pool wall with a quick bounce, which pushed his own growing bulge into your core, and allowed you to wrap your legs around his back. He was just so inviting: generous and straightforward, giving you free reign to touch him as you liked in a certain cheeky way like he knew you’d enjoy it. Brian never let you have anything so easily.

“She’s rather lovely isn’t she Rog?”

You heard Brian’s voice again and finally turned your head to glance at the other two. The older man sat on the far side of the younger with an arm casually draped across his shoulders. He was playing with the material of Adam’s wet tank top, rubbing his fingers along his skin.

“Yeah,” Roger agreed with the guitarist, “She’s a delight.”

You liked them talking about you as if you weren’t even here. It felt dirty, like you were their little toy to pass around and enjoy. And they said such nice things.

In response you rocked against Roger again, this time making sure to drag your core over the delicious hardness trapped under his swim trunks. The friction was good for both of you and you soon found a slow rhythm. It wouldn’t be enough to sate your need or his, but you basked in the knowledge that this was Roger Taylor beneath you, and you enjoyed the sounds your movements made in the water.

You could see his arms straining as you grinded on his lap, gripping onto the pool edge as he tried to restrain himself from touching you. The T-shirt covered a lot, but you could still see the bulging biceps that peaked out from his sleeves. And the thick tendons in his forearms. His arms were works of beauty, and only made better by the art he’d had inked on them.

Brian snickered again, obviously enjoying how you were teasing his friend, and how blissed out you probably looked upon him. “Just wait ‘till you see what else she can do.”

Another groan came from Roger at the words, just as your sex throbbed against your tiny bikini bottoms where the fabric was rubbing so nice. You needed something touching you pussy soon, and you knew that by this point of the night you’d gladly beg to get it. So you pushed harder into the drummer’s pelvis and ran your hands up and down his broad chest, following the tempting swell of his pectoral muscles and the nipple peaks you could see under his shirt.

Suddenly there was a moan from Adam, who had been almost silent so far, probably shocked under Brian’s control. You knew well how that man could tie your tongue in knots. And the thought of that sent another twinge down below.

You cursed Brian even as Roger whispered sweet words to you. “Unhh, Y/N, so good. Come closer sweetie… harder. Give me more.” The drummer’s raspy voice asked and tempted where Brian’s commanded, but it was just as efficient. You were all over him in a second, pressing your chest against his and rubbing your nipples to hard peaks under your swimsuit. Right now you were fuming at Bri for demanding that this wonderful man not touch you, because you would give anything right now for his hands to grip hot and heavy on your ass.

“Look at them Adam,” Brian spoke again as you worked on Roger’s body. “What naughty things they are.”

God, his smooth tenor made you even more desperate for your current partner. You and Rog would show him just what naughty was… and then maybe he’d punish you. You imagined him choking you with that lovely cock while the others looked on. Wouldn’t that be a fucking dream come true.

“Y- Yes Bri, they are.” Adam’s reply sounded strangled over the dirty sounds of you and Roger.

“I bet a good boy like you would never do something so vulgar in front of other people.”

That did it. Upon hearing Brian’s teasing voice, spoken lowly into the younger man’s ear, you leaned in towards Roger’s face. He wanted vulgar? He was going to get it. And damn it you wanted to kiss this man beneath you.

The silence was pregnant with want and lust as the other two watched you press your lips to the furry lips that awaited you. Roger accepted your advances immediately and started kissing back, finally enjoying the present he’d been waiting for. You’d imagined his beard to be rough but it was surprisingly soft, and it added a delicious texture to his increasingly forward movements.

You rocked against him again to ease some of your pent up arousal, needing the hard pressure of his body against yours. You felt like an absolute slut: a needy whore grinding on Roger’s lap without a care for who could see. But you knew who could see, and you relished in it. Especially when you brought a hand down to rub his bulge properly and Roger groaned into your mouth. It was an incredibly heady feeling to affect such an experienced man so much.

“Umm, I wouldn’t be so sure…” Adam’s answer finally came, even as you pushed your tongue between the drummer's plump lips and continued to tease his cock over the material.

“Oh really? Our young singer’s been up to no good when we’re not looking?”

Brian’s voice was as calm as ever, but definitely in that low register you associated with arousal and control. And since you and Roger were unable to talk at the moment, locked together with twisting tongues, it was an exciting new experience for you to hear some dirty talk while you made out.

“…maybe,” Adam said, “It’s rock and roll, y'know?”

Oh fuck yes it was rock and roll, considering the expert way Roger licked and sucked your lips between his. He let you play inside his mouth as much as he did yours so you could taste the alcohol and overall sweetness of him. It was heaven, to be able to learn all the pleasures of life from these men, who somehow both wanted to spend time enjoying your body.

“Oh yes darling, I know the temptations all too well.”

Hearing Bri call Adam ‘darling’ was so fucking hot for some reason, and you whined into Roger’s mouth. Never mind listening to the guitarist hint about the temptations he’d experienced, and likely succumbed to, throughout the glory years of being a supremely attractive rock star.

You could tell Roger was nearly fully hard beneath your hand now, considering the substantial tent in his swim trunks. Feeling confident from the way he'd obviously reacted to you so far, you found the right angle to give him a little squeeze.

It caused an immediate grunt from the drummer and he bit down harder on your lip, making you squeak as well. And at that he chuckled, bouncing his strong chest against you as you tried to regain your composure.

Your head was swimming with lust, floating in black darkness with your eyes closed. You couldn’t see anything, but you could hear every word and breath, and every move of Roger’s whiskers against your skin was heightened. There was also the unfulfilled throbbing between your legs, which was just teased when you desperately rubbed on his lap. And all Roger could do was kiss back! How amazing would it be when he was allowed to touch?

From these short moments you could tell Roger liked to make you blush and squirm from getting to be with him, whereas Brian liked to make you writhe in order to touch him. They were so similar and so different at the same time, both with that inner confidence that only came from a lifetime of easy seduction. But they used that power in different ways. It would be nice to explore the dynamic. Especially when the other two joined in.

Speaking of the men beside you, Brian seemed to have grown tired of just watching the fun. “Well then Adam,” he spoke, picking up the same conversation again, “Since you’re not shy about these things… You wouldn’t mind if I did… this?”

You heard the sounds of water moving as Adam sucked in a sharp inhale of breath. “Oh-“ he said, “Yes… please.”

You desperately wanted to see what was going on. To witness the seductive magic Brian was obviously working on the younger man. You thought back to the conversation you’d had with Adam a few days ago. The conversation where he’d made you feel so welcome, and when you’d had the suspicion that he was hiding a little crush on Brian. That was obviously fucking true. You imagined the redness that would be on Adam’s cheeks as he looked at those same hazel eyes that trapped you so often—

You couldn’t resist any longer. You needed to see Brian take another under his power, like he did to you. So you pulled away from Roger with a deep breath, and your lips felt a little numb from the long kiss. The drummer was likewise blissed out, chest heaving and eyes glazed over as he looked at you again. But then he turned his head towards his bandmates, and you followed.

They were beautiful, lips clasped together already, a study of light and dark. Adam was so sleek and crisp, with his styled hair and angled jaw, but yet he still looked soft as he let himself be consumed by Brian. The older man’s nose bent slightly as he pressed hard against Adam’s mouth, rising out of the water to claim his height advantage. It forced Adam to tilt his head up, slightly more vulnerable now, and you heard the way his breath hitched when Brian’s large, callused hand settled against his throat.

You’d almost be jealous… if it wasn’t so goddamn hot. You never got to see Brian kiss from this angle. It gave you a whole new perspective to appreciate, for now you could see the tension in his bare arms and back as he bent his head down to shove his talented tongue into Adam’s mouth. He looked like a coiled tiger, strength held close and controlled except for the hungry movements of his lips, and you knew he had the teeth to match.

Roger laughed underneath you, obviously enjoying the display through his drunken filter. “Fuck Bri… he’s gotta be able to sing in a few days. You can’t eat our frontman.”

Brian ignored the drummer for a moment longer, pressing further against Adam until the singer’s head was on Roger’s shoulder, and his curls were delightfully close to you. And then he released Adam with a reluctant growl, snapping his head up to stare at his old friend. The heat you saw in his gaze was enormous, and the edges of his teeth appeared as he snarled.

“Why don’t you fuck off Roger? I’ve already let you enjoy Y/N, hasn’t she made you feel nice? Let me do what I want with Adam.”

Woah, that was a reaction you were NOT expecting, and your thighs clenched around Roger as a mix of fear and arousal ran through you. Brian usually took teasing so well, but perhaps not when he was in this particular mood. And maybe it was harder than it seemed for him to let you kiss Roger like you did.

Adam squirmed beneath Brian and met your eyes briefly. You were both so damn aroused by the two older men that you couldn’t do anything except watch eagerly to see how this played out.

The drummer seemed to know his mistake, and nodded his head slowly. Even he knew not to push Brian when he was drunk and horny, but his voice was still curt in response to the eldest’s tone. “Yeah, fine. If you’ll agree to move things a little fucking faster. I’ll be 71 before you’re ready old man.”

Both of the Queen members had mouths on them, especially when drunk.

“FINE.”

There was certainly a battle for control going on here, and you could tell it was starting to make Brian angry. Roger seemed to fight him at every opportunity. It was a big change from the eager obedience you so regularly gave him, and likely from what most women in his company would do. You weren’t sure if Brian liked it, from the way his mouth set into a firm line at the drummer’s words, but you could tell he saw it as a challenge. And if there was one thing Brian enjoyed it was a good challenge- one that he knew he could win.

Brian pointed at Roger. “Y/N, take off his fucking shirt. You’re usually so into that… I’m surprised you haven’t already.”

Roger smirked underneath you, pleased to have persuaded Brian, and hummed as he watched the way your hands still trembled on his chest. You did want to feel his bare skin, very much, but you were surprised Brian had misinterpreted your kinks a bit- he was usually so perceptive. You couldn’t deny Roger was handsome, but you weren’t gaga about his stomach like you were for Brian’s tummy. You loved Brian’s because it was part of HIM… and he was self-conscious about it, so you needed to show your appreciation. Roger seemed to have no such qualms; it wasn’t the same. And he didn’t have the long skinny legs that contrasted so well.

But most of all, you hadn’t removed Roger’s shirt because you didn’t know you could. You were wearing a collar for a reason: to show you were Brian’s, and also to be happily under his command. And after what you had just witnessed, you felt that Brian needed that control at the moment. He needed you to show him that you were his.

“You… You didn’t tell me to Sir.”

Brian’s eyes immediately darkened as you looked at his face. His pupils were blown wide and he set his lips into a firm line, like he was processing the information while trying to maintain his composure. Good. You liked how your obedience made him hungry.

“Oh baby,” he licked his lips, and you knew he was very glad for your choice now, “You are a very good girl.”

Even straddling Roger’s waist you were Brian’s girl.

Notes:

Well... do you like the way this is going? Hopefully I wrote Roger and Adam well enough!

Chapter 56: Pool Party: 4

Notes:

Hope you like!!

Fueled by the deep, sensual praise from Brian you grasped at Roger’s shirt with eager obedience. Every fiber of your being wanted to be good for him. Now. After the hours of teasing he’d put you through to bend you into the exact shape he desired. In front of the other band members. So they could all see how perfect you were.

You pulled the wet cotton up the drummer’s chest slowly, exposing his midriff more and more until it got stuck just below his arms. The sight before you was supremely erotic. Your bare thighs were taught and clenched around Roger’s waist, rippling under the surface of the water, as he laid back and grinned at your desperate efforts to remove his shirt.

“Let me help you honey,” Roger chuckled as you pouted above him.

He took his arms off the pool edge where they’d been braced to prevent him from getting handsy, and leaned forward to take the T-shirt off himself. You were forced to lean back in the process and had to tread your hands in the water to keep upright, which spread a grin across Brian’s face.

Roger threw the garment into a soggy heap on the patio and opened his arms in invitation for you to lean back against him, this time directly on the smooth skin of his chest. Thick ropes knotted in your stomach and you threw a quick glance to Brian, who nodded, before pressing yourself against Roger’s warmth.

Plump, rosebud lips stretched beside you as the guitarist smirked at your movements. As you performed your little show at his direction.

“You too Adam,” he said, breaking eye contact with you to look at the singer still beneath him, “Come on...” Brian finally removed his torso and let the younger man sit up, “Let’s see what else you have to offer.”

The short, curt sentences spoken with such confidence from Brian’s mouth were incredibly arousing, even when they weren’t directed at you.

Adam sat up and shed his tank top under the watchful eye of the older rock stars and yourself. His cheeks were flush from both the alcohol and the attention, but he cracked a crooked little smile when he saw how Brian raked his dark eyes up and down the fit chest newly exposed and gleaming wet in the moonlight. The tank top had showed off his intricate tattoo sleeves, but now you could see the art on his torso as well: a Greek bust to match the sculpted curves of the proud man that bore it. You knew well the confidence hungry gazes could inspire, and Adam had more than you to begin with.

He even stood and gave a little twirl, spreading his arms and maintaining his cheeky expression. “Well?” he said sweetly, glancing to Roger then you before setting to meet Brian’s gaze.

Oh if only you could act so confident in the presence of these men! Adam was being mighty impressive at the moment, considering the nervous mess you knew he was inside, but you guessed that came from years of touring with Queen. The frontman certainly knew how to put on a show of his own.

“Hmm.”

Brian gave a quick hum in response, approving of the sight before him but evidently unimpressed with the singer’s display. He liked to be overwhelming and Adam was adapting too well.

“Very nice darling…”

There was that 'darling' again, making you clench your core muscles at the sound of Brian’s voice. It was so fucking attractive to hear him drawl in that low—

“Now be a good boy and take off the rest.”

Brian sat back as he said the words, grinning wide and watching Adam’s cocky expression fade into aroused shock. The older man looked the picture of calm with his legs spread wide as usual and his arms draped so long across the pool edge that one reached behind Roger’s back. The wet hair on his shoulders glistened, still somehow curling up off his skin.

Jesus Christ you needed to be fucked by that man. Or by Roger if he’d prefer that. You just needed to give him absolutely everything he wanted.

Adam was similarly struck dumb, blue eyes clear and wide with pupils to match. You watched that lovely lump bob in his throat for the third or fourth time that night. Somebody liked being put in his place... and Brian was happy to provide.

Roger glanced over at his old friend as the heated silence seeped into your body. He still seemed a little surprised to see the guitarist act this way- with a poorly hidden undercurrent of drunken arousal- but you weren’t sure why. Brian had been acting like this all night and he certainly wasn’t stopping now.

“Don’t just stand there,” his curls shook as he chuckled, “We want to see you- pretty thing.”

It was incredible, how much he liked to tease and prod with bits of praise… and how much you loved to hear him do it.

“But Y/N is still fully dressed—"

“I didn’t ask Y/N to take her swimsuit off yet. I asked YOU.” Brian interrupted Adam with a strong voice, but it was still laced with that attractive smugness. “I already know she’d do what I say in a heartbeat. She’s always a perfect little girl for me.”

His long fingers left the patio and reached to rest over the collar on your throat. And you held your breath at the power and blatant ownership in that gesture. His hand seemed to fit around your entire throat. All you could feel was the rough touch of his skin on yours, and the aching between your legs as he held you upon Roger.

“Right my lovely pet?”

Brian turned to look at you and slipped one of his slim fingers under your collar, tightening its grip on your airway just a touch and sending tingles along the sensitive skin there.

It was hard to find your voice under Brian’s hand, but you wanted to answer him properly.

“…Yes Sir.”

Your reply was weak and a bit shaky due to the intense situation but judging from his dark gaze Brian still seemed to like it. Perhaps he liked your voice most that way.

Adam swallowed again even as Roger muttered a quiet ‘fuck…' under his breath. The drummer definitely appreciated your willingness tonight, almost as much as Brian. You were more than happy to be here to show them they were still supremely attractive; it was better than your wildest fantasies.

Even in their 70s they had hordes of eager women lining up to show their appreciation. You thought again just how lucky you were to be here. The fact that they still indulged repeatedly in the pleasures of fame was deliciously filthy. You reveled in the power at their fingertips and delighted in the way it made you feel to give yourself over to the whims of such men- who always got exactly what they wanted.

God you wanted to throw yourself at Brian’s feet every time he looked at you. You’d never worshipped a man this much before. It wasn’t healthy. But it was fucking good.

And poor Adam was experiencing that addictive helplessness right now, frozen under the guitarist’s compelling gaze.

“…So?” Brian prompted the singer once more.

You could almost feel the shiver that fluttered along Adam’s body. “Okay,” he swallowed, “Yes. If that’s what you want.”

“It IS what I want lovely boy… A little skinny dipping never hurt anyone.”

The pleased smirk was evident in Brian’s voice as he drew out the words with a primary intention to arouse. He was fucking basking in Adam’s reaction, so easily turned to his whim like everyone else. The older man clearly reveled in watching the way he was able to affect people. In using the power he held over them. Even those who were stars in their own right, like Adam. It was as you always thought, and you hoped it was clear to Brian too; it wasn’t only his fame that drew people to him. It was that all-encompassing presence that commanded respect and made you want to please. His kindness, composure and genuine nature that made you yearn to be as good for him as he was for the world.

Adam looked nervous as hell but to his credit he did as Brian said and reached for the waistband of his swim trunks. It was a slightly awkward process, as he shimmied the shorts down and hopped about a bit to get them off each leg, but the whole thing endeared him to you even more. He was here with you tonight, just as aroused and desperate, and you were once again thankful for his bridging hand to narrow the gap between you and the rock royalty.

Once Adam’s swimsuit was off he threw it to join his tank top on the deck. A wet splat filled the silence when it landed, and then there was nothing but the sloshing of the pool water. Everyone was looking at the singer, and he was glancing from one set of eyes to another. The trust you saw when he met yours was palpable. It was crazy how fast this experience had brought you together.

The ripples on the water’s surface prevented you from seeing Adam’s nudity in its full glory, but from the colour and shape you could tell he was indeed baring all. Roger and Brian were both grinning wide at the sight.

“Good boy,” Brian said, winking at the younger man, “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Roger gave a wolf whistle as well. “Hot stuff Adam.”

You felt like you should add something too, so you smiled and met his eyes once more. “Yeah... you look really good.”

The blush that appeared once again on Adam’s perfect skin sent shivers down your spine. He really WAS beautiful, especially when he looked down at the water so shyly.

“Now,” Brian’s smooth voice came to your ears, “Since you did so well, I think Y/N can join you… Right baby?”

You nodded, just as he knew you would, and you felt your heart pound in your chest as Brian moved his hand along your skin even before you gave your answer.

His hand reached up to the tie at the back of your neck and in one swift tug your bikini top fell off. It was quick, and brash, and unexpected, and you squeaked in embarrassment as your hard nipples felt the air. Your stomach suddenly felt very heavy, like you were pressing down against Roger and melting like a molten stone; Brian hadn’t hesitated in the slightest. Just torn your top off and let your breasts fall tantalisingly in front of Roger’s delighted face.

“Oh fuck Y/N, you’re exquisite.” The drummer’s gravelly voice rumbled through your thighs before it reached the air. “Look at those full, perky tits… all for us.”

Brian chuckled at the clear appreciation in Roger’s voice as he untied the lower knot at your back and removed your top completely. He liked to show you off and let Roger see everything you let him enjoy. And it was clear that you did. You knew there were marks on your chest from Brian’s teeth and lips. The light bruises and hickies on your neck had been on display since the start, but now there was absolutely nothing covering his marks.

You saw Roger staring at the red welts surrounding your nipples and clenched your core, suddenly reminded of being lain out on your little kitchen table underneath Brian, decorated with ice cream. You remembered the look in his dark eyes, and as you glanced back over at the guitarist, you saw it again.

He smirked wide enough to show his fangs, seeming more and more like the predator he was every second. “I know. Such a tempting little thing… and so supple and responsive Rog. Just you wait.”

Fuck. God… you couldn’t handle him talking like that for much longer, and may just come from rocking against Roger to the sounds of that deep voice.

But there was something still in the way. Good thing Brian would rid you of it soon enough.

“Stand up Y/N.”

Every nerve in your body was hot and full of pulsing electricity, heightening your senses and making you shockingly aware of your vulnerable position. You tilted your head at Brian, unsure of how to proceed with his order.
“On the bench,” he clarified, “Above Roger.” And then he stood to give you a hand for balance.

Damn that man. This was so much worse than what Adam had to do! You thought of the exposure of your naked body above the water, standing over Roger as Brian removed your bottoms for all to see. You were here to please. Here to look good and provide pleasure: to be used as your master wished. It’s what you’d wanted tonight. Your body was no longer yours to control. It was Brian’s. And he’d make sure it felt good. So damn good, if the heat starting between your legs and radiating up your spine was any indication.

You’d imagined this feeling so many times but nothing could compare to the delicious flames of humiliation that licked the backs of your thighs as you stood up and held Brian’s hand. You were cold in the air, with your body dripping over an awe-struck Roger, and your nipples hardening further.

Brian walked behind you slowly, his chest about the same height as your arse now. “Look Adam, this is a good girl.” He traced the old bruises on your hips as he spoke, and your knees almost buckled at the thought of Adam’s bright blue eyes tracking his long fingers on your marked skin. “You and Y/N are going to behave for us tonight, so I can give Rog the birthday he deserves.”

Roger groaned between your legs, palming over his tented shorts at Brian’s words. “Fucking please.”

Strong fingers slipped under the elastic of your bikini bottoms at each hip, and with a slow, deliberate motion, Brian pulled your last remaining cover over the plump curve of your backside. You were delirious with need, only able to focus properly on maintaining your balance as he worked his magic.

The material only managed to get to the bottom of your cheeks before it was stretched tight. You knew the bikini was a bit small, showing your hard-earned curves well, but right now you were more aware than ever of how Bri encouraged your slutty fashion choices. With your legs on either side of Roger’s waist the bottoms couldn’t slide off anyways.

But the guitarist seemed to be prepared for this, because he simply clasped the ends of the right side tie and pulled, holding you steady with a hand at your left hip. As the material fell away, you felt a slight tickle on your bum, which must have been his hair, because then he licked a hot trail over the swell of your right ass cheek.

And damn if you didn’t shake helplessly at the vulgar display, realizing that both Adam and Roger were watching it all unfold. You were just here at his mercy. Brian owned your ass and the rest of your body. And he was showing the others just how deep that control ran as he nibbled across to the other side.

The left knot fell open with another pull and Brian let your swimsuit drop off completely, with a sinister chuckle at your little gasp. And then both hands were back on your hips, and your head was spinning, and you didn’t know what was going on except for the strong grip he held.

But there was something warm, and insistent, pressing into the plump flesh of your left cheek, and then—

“Eeegh!”

You cried out, high and needy- and so very overwhelmed by the relentless teasing- as a sharp pain flooded through your heightened nerves. The pleasure came shortly after, flowing hot from that throbbing point straight between your legs.

Brian held you tight so you didn’t topple over, but he kept his face close with that gorgeous hair tickling your skin and chuckled again, unrepentant for his actions. That fucking animal had just taken a bite of your ass. There were probably teeth marks turning your skin purple at the very moment. What the FUCK?!? You couldn’t even process what was going on. All you knew was that you liked it.

You wanted to be bitten, to be claimed. You wanted to be used. And GOD was that happening now. Adam even sucked a long, haggard breath of air as he watched.

And then Brian was angling your hips towards Roger, who was starting to sit up between your legs.

“Such a good girl for me Y/N.”

You could barely follow Brian’s words as he spoke to you, still reeling from the pulsing his teeth had left.

“Open up nice, that’s it. Roger’s gonna make you feel good.”

The drummer’s fingers joined Brian’s on your hips, and then he was leaning, leaning, and groaning oh so close to your sex.

“Come here honey. I’ve been waiting.”

Brian gave a final push so your torso fell over top of Roger and you could hold yourself up behind his head on the patio. Your tits swung with the movement, but you barely noticed because your swollen pussy was now almost directly over the drummer’s mouth.

“Bon appetite Rog.”

A rough mustache dragged along your thighs, and then you were lost, moaning into the night under the watchful stare of hungry hazel eyes.

Notes:

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Chapter 57: Pool Party: 5

Notes:

Hi everyone!! First off, I hope you are all doing okay with whatever is going on with the virus conditions in your area. Thank you to those who have asked after me... I'm alright! I'll find ways to amuse myself inside... you guys might even get a few faster chapters out of it! (no promises ;P)

Secondly, I was planning to give a big THANK YOU for 250 kudos.. but we've blasted right past that! I never thought I'd write anything as popular as I have haha... especially for my first fic ever. I am so grateful for all your support and I am soooo glad you enjoy the story and the dirty little thoughts that pass through my head!

I'm done my blabbing now haha, here's the next chapter. Things are getting heated!!

God, fuck… You could barely feel your legs as you straddled Roger’s face and he ate you out with the fervor of a wild animal. Or a drunk, horny rock star.

Your thighs were burning from the position but still you rocked against him, moving to the direction of his hands under your bottom to find that perfect angle. Roger certainly knew what he was doing. His warm tongue felt exquisite as he delved through your folds and circled your clit, and coupled with the friction of his beard and the strong grip of his hands- you were in heaven.

Soft moans fell from your lips uncontrollably as you held yourself up on shaky arms. You knew you looked a right sight. Your breasts swayed slightly beneath you and your spine curved erotically as you subconsciously searched for that sweet movement of Roger’s. Just a little better. Just a little more. With the way the drummer was making you feel and the length of time you’d been teased tonight you knew you wouldn’t last long. So the aching limbs were well worth his talented mouth working you over in all the best ways.

You couldn’t tell how much time had passed with Roger between your legs, but eventually you heard Brian’s voice behind you again, and your pleasure-shut eyes snapped back open even as you moaned again into the empty patio. Brian didn’t want you to hide any noises tonight.

“You’re such a gorgeous sight baby girl, moaning and panting so nice on Roger’s face…”

You wished you could see what he looked like, how his lip would curl slightly as he teased you with that low smooth voice. He always liked to watch what a mess he made of you.

“He’s rather good with his mouth, don’t you think?”

Fuck, yes he was. Roger was just as godly in his exploration of your nether regions as Brian had been. He played every nerve in your core with precision and passion, like he actually enjoyed doing it, and that in itself was almost enough to make you come on the spot. As it was you were trembling now, simmering with hot arousal and boiling very fast to your breaking point. You just hoped to God Brian would let you.

“Yes Sir, he’s wonderful,” you managed to answer Brian with a hoarse voice, groaning afterwards in a distracted plea for instruction.

Brian laughed at your response, clearly out of your head as you neared the edge of orgasm. “Do you need to come Y/N?”

His voice was way too arrogant for a man who wasn’t even the reason you felt this way.

“Yes… soon.” You puffed bursts of air as Roger latched onto your clit and sucked, flicking his tongue back and forth to build that delicious pressure inside you: like there was a damn fit to burst.

Brian hummed. “Well since you’ve been such a good girl you’re free to do so whenever you wish. Just ask for permission first.”

You blinked a little in shock, but tried not to let it show. He was being unusually generous. Perhaps it was because you’d waited so long, or maybe it was because he had a lot more planned for later. And the sudden images flashing through your mind of Brian taking you in every which way he desired, or of making you and Roger act out his orders, or of him doing unspeakable things with Adam beneath him— Fuck, you could feel an embarrassing amount of arousal rush out to meet Roger’s lips. You were gonna come soon thinking about this.

“Thank you Sir.” You showed Brian your gratitude for going easy on you, and at the same time silently pleaded with yourself to stay in the moment.

“Good girl.”

Brian said the words almost distractedly, like they were automatic from his mouth, and your heart squeezed a bit that you were already so cemented in his brain. And at the same time your thighs clenched under Roger’s hands. Brian was clearly focused on something else though, because there were sounds of more water sloshing.

“Adam…” the guitarist’s voice called in a lilting, songlike fashion, “Since Roger’s a little occupied at the moment, I think he’d be very grateful if you were to lend him a hand.”

Roger moaned in encouragement, sending dangerous vibrations through your sex, but not stopping for a second. He seemed determined to make you come before you wanted to, and judging from the turmoil between your legs, even at this awkward angle, he was going to succeed.

“…Yeah?” Adam answered the older men nervously, but you could tell he was very much into it.

“Yes… come here.” More sloshing as Brian directed Adam between Roger’s legs- at least you assumed from the rolling waves on the back of your trembling legs. “…Lovely. Look darling, he’s hard already. Tenting his pants just from a little kissing and a taste of sweet pussy.”

You clenched your thighs again, immensely gratified that the man currently working wonders on your vagina was likewise affected by you. Maybe this was indeed something Brian knew his old friend rather enjoyed, considering his now obvious passion for giving mustache rides.

“Go on…” Brian prompted, “Take it out and give ‘im a nice wank. I’m sure you know what you’re doing.”

You had no idea if the singer was doing as he was told, and you waited in increasingly arousing silence for a short moment before you got your answer.

Roger groaned long and slow beneath you, and tightened his grip on your thighs. That was certainly a confirming sign, as was the low chuckle from Brian.

“Yes, just like that. Good boy. He likes it long and slow. Especially with those soft, dainty singer’s hands... I’m almost a bit jealous. Something I sadly don’t… have.” Adam’s breath hitched loudly then, as if he was both on edge and lost in pleasure, but Brian continued. “Luckily he likes it a bit rough too. He likes everything… Our Roggie’s always been a dirty little SLUT.” Brian sharpened his voice on the last word and enunciated his ‘T’, bringing just enough condescending distain into his fond tone to set your swollen, throbbing nerves on fire.

The words also released a high whine from Roger’s throat, and he pressed into your folds with reckless abandon, like he was trying to live up to the name. It felt so good that your hips starting bucking up into the air and he had to hold you down drive that tongue against the bundle of nerves where you most wanted it. You were so close now, dangling over the edge of pleasure that was as wonderful as it was agonizing. If Roger could be a slut tonight then you could be too. You’d be the best little slut Brian ever had.

So you bent your knees a bit more and pressed your swollen pussy hard against the drummer’s beard, finally succumbing to your need. His mouth was everything you wanted at the moment, just savoring the delicious throbbing of your building climax. And the image of your very own wanton behavior was so incredibly filthy that you wondered what Brian would look like watching you…

Fuck! Suddenly your inner walls were pulsing and fluttering, your orgasm surging forward with such force you knew you couldn’t stop it. And Roger just kept up his movements, pulling you tighter against him with no regard for whatever helpless noises came from your throat.

“Please I need to come now!” The words tumbled fast and slurred out of your mouth as you tried to follow Brian’s rules before it was too late.

There was only a moment before the guitarist answered.

“Please who?”

“Please Sir!”

The title flew from your lips just as quickly- your muscles trembling as you fought to hold off your release- but Brian was slower.

You could tell from the brief silence that it wasn’t exactly what he was waiting for, and you quickly flooded with embarrassment as you thought about what that meant. Addressing Brian with his other special name in from of Adam and Roger was so bloody dirty, and humiliatingly shameful… but fuck maybe you wanted that. You were shaking above Roger now, bursting at the precipice of your climax. Any longer and you’d—

“You may come Y/N.”

Oh thank fuck! You relaxed immediately at the sound of those words and let the blinding wave of pleasure wash over you, finally giving in to the probing of Roger’s tongue.

Your knees shook and your hips jutted away from his lips as everything became too sensitive, and your whole body rode wave after wave of magnificent muscle contractions: squeezing around nothing but dancing happily from the drummer’s rhythm. And although you convulsed upon him, Roger didn’t let you get away, continuing to suck and apply light pressure through your orgasm so you rode the incredible high for as long as possible.
These men would be the fucking end of you… but in the moment, as the world around you faded into pure, blinding pleasure… you were the most willing vessel on earth.

…

As soon as you recovered from your high, core still pulsing in sweet satisfaction, you stepped off of Roger to get a better view of what delicious depravity was going on with the three men. The sounds you’d been hearing for the last few minutes were simply amazing: Roger moaning into your thighs, water splashing gently, and the harsh, wavering breaths that you could only assume fell from Adam’s mouth. The picture they painted in your head had been enough to give you a stunning orgasm on Roger’s face, but as you turned around you realized it was even better than you’d imagined.

Adam was indeed settled between Roger’s spread legs, working up and down his cock with his hands. Once again you cursed the water for obscuring your view. The blurred, moving surface prevented you from seeing much more than peachy blobs, but from the looks of the drummer’s closed eyes and open mouth, Adam was doing a rather good job.

What you had not been expecting was Brian, pressed up against Adam’s back with his chin looming over his shoulder to get a good view. He looked long and sinuous, and so delightfully big wrapped around Adam, who was a large man himself- but not in platforms for a change. And one of those long arms reached around to the singer’s front, gripping steadily at what could only be his hard cock. Oh fuck. So that’s what Adam had been hissing about.

Brian smirked when you caught his eye, and a twinge passed through you shockingly soon after your orgasm. His deep, dark, hazel eyes penetrated your skin and he maintained that breathtaking gaze, still gripping Adam’s dick in that clamping control while he opened his mouth to speak.

“Welcome back baby girl,” his teeth shined dangerously in the moonlight with every syllable and you were reminded of the throbbing on your ass, “I thought we’d lost you already.”

“Oh... no!” You called out before they could draw the wrong conclusion, and Brian chuckled at your desperation when you added a second thought just to please him. “I’m here whenever you want me Sir.”

Of course you wanted more. You’d take absolutely everything these men wanted to give you.

The other two probably would have goaded you for your neediness as well, if they weren’t currently caught in the throes of ecstasy. Brian watched as your eyes drifted towards the epicenter of the trio of men, where Roger was starting to thrust his hips up slightly to make the most of Adam’s movements. You didn’t miss the tiny frown that pulled at the ends of his mouth when your attention left him.

Brian liked to hold your attention. To make you react the way HE wanted you to. He got off on working you up until the thing you craved most in the world was to please him, and he couldn’t do that when you weren’t focused on his every whim. The knots tightened in your gut when you noticed his slight dissatisfaction: not because you didn’t want the night to go as he planned, but because you awaited the way he would make it happen.

So it wasn’t a surprise when Brian called out to you again.

“Well then Y/N, you don’t have to be shy… Come ‘n help Adam.” He laughed when Roger groaned at the idea. “I think he’s almost finished anyways.”

You leaned back towards the drummer’s lap and met Adam’s eyes. Now you really WERE in this together. You cocked your head to the side in a silent question, and he nodded briefly in confirmation.

So you reached out and met Roger’s warm skin beneath the surface of the water, dragging your hands down along his torso until you reached the coarse mass of curls surrounding his shaft. Your heart was beating so rapidly that you almost missed Brian mutter another “Good girl” into the night air. How many women got to pleasure BOTH Brian May and Roger Taylor in one lifetime?

Actually, probably quite a few.

The sudden spear of humour shot through your nerves and you found yourself grinning at your own ridiculous thoughts. Yeah, they’d certainly shared a girl or two. But there were definitely more women who wanted the chance than got it.

Now filled with giddy, drunken confidence after your orgasm, your hands met Adam’s underneath the water. Roger’s tender, swollen skin was smooth from what you could feel against your palm. And his cock twitched when you first wrapped your fingers around his girth. It was wonderful. You could control every little spasm of the man below you. You and Adam may be the nervous ones here, but you had quite a bit of power too. And the feeling was thick and heady.

You and the singer worked in tandem, using all four hands to bring Roger as much pleasure as possible. One playing with his balls at the same time the other slid their thumb over the tender flesh of his slit.

“Fu… Fuck… It’s so good, lovely things…” Roger was muttering nonsense words of praise with every stroke, eyes and head rolled back to the sky.

“You like that eh Rog?” Brian spoke up over the drummer’s whines, “Four eager hands pulling you off?”

You were already aching again, caught between the sound of Brian’s voice and the feeling of Roger pulsing in your hand, and Adam was even worse off, trying desperately not to grind back against the guitarist as his poor cock probably throbbed in his grip.

“Yes…”

Roger was almost whispering now, unable to maintain his usually cocky tone. He was clearly lost in the feeling, just answering the questions without any thought. Pliant and needy under your hands, and, finally, not talking back to Brian.

Oh, you and Adam had been put to good use indeed.

“Look at you- 70 years old and still getting worked up from a hand-job. Not much has changed indeed.”

“Bri…”

“Faster now my darlings.” Brian interrupted Roger’s groan. “Come on.”

You and Adam picked up the pace, pulling along the drummer’s thick shaft to create that lovely friction he needed. You wanted to make him feel as good as he had made you feel earlier. And boy he was close. You could see all the muscles in his neck and jaw tensing from the effort of restraining himself. A slight sheen of sweat on his brow. And those crystal blue eyes closed tight from pleasure, crinkling sweetly at the edges to make him look almost angelic. He was gorgeous. So very different from Brian. But so wonderful in his own way.

His broad chest rose and fell with increasing frequency as you brought him closer and closer to the edge, drawing deep, wavering breaths from his lungs until he couldn’t take any more.

“Fuck! Adam- stop!” The drummer grunted loudly, shocking the younger man into obedience, and you with him. “Any more and I’m gonna come… and it’s much too early for the fun to be over.”

Adam froze in silence, seemingly unsure how to proceed. His bright eyes sparkled wide with lust and want but they flitted from side to side. You knew that confusion. He was looking for instruction.

“Mmm…” Brian hummed, always happy to provide just that, “I bet you could go twice tonight Rog. You used to be so good at it: coming again and again… and again.”

He uttered each word in a lower register than the previous, steadily descending into the low controlling voice that spurred your lust so easily. And it seemed to work on Roger and Adam too.

“…Not… anymore,” the drummer managed to get out between clenched teeth.

“You could do two surely.”

“No Bri I can’t!” Roger’s voice was high now, and shaky as he pleased with his bandmate.

“Yes you can. Adam, Y/N, continue.”

You both resumed your movements immediately. There was something about Brian’s tone that you didn’t question. It was like this was always how it was going to go. Just according to plan.

“Bri!”

“You wanted it Rog, for your birthday. You ASKED me.”

God, you thought you were about ready to come again just from hearing this exchange.

Roger just groaned and leaned back, somehow accepting his fate, and let you continue wanking him off in the pool water. It was the most erotic thing you’d ever been part of, as one of the drummer’s hands squeezed at your arse. You were having the time of your life, right now, with three rock stars in a penthouse pool. But suddenly you had a thought and spoke up without thinking.

“Here Sir? In the pool?”

“Yes Y/N, in the pool.” Brian’s voice was harsh. “I don’t give a fuck.” He was clearly unimpressed with your timing.

Your chest grew tight as the tone of his words struck you deep inside. You were almost scared, and the nervous energy whirling in your gut was delicious. Brian WAS dangerous when he got like this. But he was also the hottest fucking thing you’d ever seen or heard.

You and Adam worked Roger’s shaft a little more until you felt the telltale twinge of orgasm and Roger moaned beside you. His rough, pleasure-filled voice filled the humid night and slowly rose in volume until it overpowered your and Adam’s heavy breathing. It was a long, drawn out release and you loosened your grip on Roger’s sensitive cock as pulse after pulse of ropy cum clouded the water between your three bodies.

It was sick, and filthy, and you LOVED it. Your own core clenched as Roger sighed deeply into the hot air. You’d done that. And hopefully you’d be doing more. Fuck- Brian hadn’t even taken off his shorts yet.

You were actually shocked with just how much of a mess Roger had made of the pool. Sure, they were rock stars. They wouldn’t bat an eye at the cleaning bill. But it didn’t seem like all of that could come from ONE person, even if that person was Roger Taylor.

There was nothing but the sounds of heavy panting and the movement of chests heaving as everyone came down from the intoxicating high of what had just happened. The silence was almost overwhelming, but in the best way possible, as you looked from man to man and the evidence of what was done dissolved into the pool. You blinked to clear your head.

And then Brian chuckled.

“Oh Adam…” the pure arrogant, dark satisfaction in his voice made you tremble. “What was that?”

Notes:

Tell me if you like where things are headed! I'd say they're about done in the pool eh? Bedroom time ;)

Chapter 58: Back to the Bedroom

Notes:

Life has been super hectic lately, but I made use of one of the plane rides and wrote a nice meaty chapter for ya! Think of it as a little intermission in the foursome ;)

Daddy kink warning!!

Oh… Oh.

It definitely wasn’t just Roger who had made a mess then.

Poor Adam was as red as he could possibly be with the blueish pool lights shining on his skin. The result was a slight purple blush quickly spreading across his cheeks and bare chest as he stood still in Brian’s arms. The only sound he made was a trebling moan, which both pulled at your heart strings and ignited your core.

Brian’s hand was still gripped around the younger man’s now-very-sensitive dick, teasing and pulling the sweet sounds from his beautiful voice box. You knew firsthand how those long, devilish fingers could seize control of your entire body with a well-practiced gesture, and currently they were playing Adams softening cock.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Brian wasn’t kind in his tone either, using every trick he had to torment the singer with that low, sinful drawl. “Naughty boy.”

God you were way too into watching the way he placed Adam so carefully under his spell. You could feel your inner muscles clench in anticipation as you marveled at the power he wielded so easily… so desperately. Like he couldn’t help himself from trying to consume each and every one of you here tonight. He needed EVERYTHING: every glazed eye and awe-struck face. And fuck, you didn’t know about the others, but YOU needed desperately to give it to him. Just to see what he would do with it.

Currently he was waiting for a reply from Adam, and after a moment of not receiving one, his free hand shot up through the water to grip just below his perfectly trimmed beard. Sinewy lines of muscle cast shadows on Brian’s forearm, moving slightly when he pressed down on the younger man’s throat: not hard, not rough. But as a reminder.

“I like it when my questions are given a proper response Adam.”

Both your and Adam’s eyes filled with more inky blankness. The things this man could do with a strong voice.

“Sorry… I-” The poor boy was struggling not to give away his nervous arousal as he tried to speak around Brian’s hand on his neck. “No. I couldn’t help it.”

Brian hummed then, a long, low thing that almost more resembled a purr. And your insides melted.

“…Why?”

“…’Cause I really liked touching Roger’s cock.” Adam swallowed, reddened further at Roger’s resulting moan, and flicked his eyes to yours when he realized Brian wasn’t yet satisfied. When his huge hand stayed stroking under his jaw.

You nodded in encouragement, feeling your own flutter of nerves in your stomach. Adam was certainly more experienced than you, but you were more experienced with BRIAN. You knew what he wanted; it was almost instinctual. That primal connection that spurred the guitarist to take you in the first place. And Adam was just checking if he was about to say the right thing.

“…And your hand felt too good around me… Sir.”

Brilliant. Your chest swelled when the younger man uttered the words. Complements, obedience and submission. Brian would eat it up, you knew. And then he would eat you.

The pupils of Brian’s eyes expanded as you watched, and a warm weight settled within you when your instincts were confirmed. His lips parted and those sharp canines glinted in the light. Fucking hell you loved it when he let the admiration fill him. He was needy; he was controlling, and exceedingly arrogant. But you adored every bit of it. It was either fill that huge ego… or watch it tumble over, and you knew which one you preferred. You wanted your big daddy Bri.

“That’s much better Adam, thank you. And I’ll let this one pass… but for the rest of the night I want you to ask permission for your orgasms just like Y/N. Understand?”

Brian squeezed the singer’s throat slightly for emphasis, enjoying the way his breath hitched way too much for such a gentle man. The dichotomy was so intriguing.

“Yes.”

Brian still didn’t let go.

“…Sir.”

Adam had given him the title for the first time moments ago, and now he wasn’t going to let him forget it. He’d worked hard within that magnificent brain of his to establish control tonight.

“Good boy.”

And then finally he released Adam from his grip and stepped away, leaving the singer frozen and a dark heat in your gut.

…

Once Roger had woken up form whatever blissed out haze he’d been in, which didn’t take all too long considering how much he seemed to love watching Adam squirm against Brian, he suggested that you all head to his hotel room. The idea was met with obvious enthusiasm.

“Wonderful idea Rog…” Brian said, flicking his deep eyes from one willing subject to the other, “…What do you think lovelies?

Adam nodded at once, looking just as eager as you felt, and you bobbed your head in agreement. But you also knew Brian liked verbal confirmation, so you found your voice.

“Yes Sir.”

“Excellent!” His voice was high and innocent, before deepening to a sultry drawl. “Then Y/N can show you both how much she likes sucking cock.”

Fuck. You were swept along by Brian’s arms before you could really answer, dangling easily as he pulled you through the water towards the ladder near the chairs and where he’d thrown you in. Your stomach rolled at his sudden impatience, and the anticipation of getting to stretch your lips around his fat dick flooded down every nerve in your body. You could practically taste his musk already.

Brian’s long strides took you deeper and deeper. Soon you couldn’t touch the bottom and had to swim awkwardly with one of your hands grasped in his. Brian of course still walked with his shoulders above the surface- the bloody giant. You could hear excited chuckles coming from Roger and Adam as they hurried to catch up, walking back up the stairs and around the pool like normal humans.

You wondered what on earth had possessed Brian to drag you this way, until you arrived at the ladder and he prompted you to climb first with a smug little flick of his head. That glimmer of naughtiness in his wise old eyes was back, and you supressed a small tremor as realization hit.
He’d be getting a nice view of your pussy as you climbed the ladder. Well… that, and the fucking teeth marks he’d left on your ass.

Jesus Brian… all that for a little look? Something burned inside you at just how much he must enjoy your body, and how much he loved to see his marks left all over it. And the position would be humiliating, only briefly, to give you that sweet taste of his dark eyes roaming over your curves unashamedly.

You pulled yourself up out of the pool, now fully aware of the streams of water running down your skin. Brian hummed at the sight of your full bottom gleaming in the moonlight and didn’t hesitate to give it a light swat as you passed. Your arms were shaking as you clasped the cold metal railing. Arousal pooled between your legs. This man was too much to handle, smirking devilishly as he rubbed and patted your backside the whole way up the ladder. The touch was possessive, and you wanted more. You were Brian’s toy tonight. No matter if he decided to share any more or not, you needed him to use you.

And fuck you were pretty sure he would.

Brian hauled himself up behind you soon after you stood on the patio. The height and the feel of his body against your back were overwhelming: so big and steady. Confident. In control. He was all you could think about, even as he grabbed your naked waist and led you to meet the other men by Roger’s sliding glass door. God you needed to please him in bed tonight. You ached for it in every fiber of your being. To show Roger and Adam how completely you belonged to this man, who at the moment seemed larger than life.

“Welcome to my humble abode…” Roger opened the door and gestured towards his room as you approached.

You nodded, still walking securely with Brian’s hand at your back, and felt his piercing blue eyes drift over your form as you stepped past him. You would have been a nervous mess if it wasn’t for the guitarist’s touch reminding you who you were here with.

There was also a short, silent look shared between the old band mates again: a moment of understanding that could only come from many shared experiences. Roger nodded at his friend before he stepped to join you in the room.

It seemed the drummer was fibbing a bit about his ‘abode’, because just as Brian’s rooms always were, Roger’s hotel suite was anything but humble. Gorgeous furniture and artwork filled the large space. You wondered if this luxury ever got stale, glancing to the older men’s apparent ease. You doubted it would for you.

You imagined there would be a king size bed awaiting you in the bedroom. It was a good thing too, considering the three rather large men that would be accompanying you there. Three big, tipsy, experienced men. God they were gonna make a mess of you.

Brian pushed you through the hallway while Roger struggled to get his swim trunks off, hopping around impatiently as he tried to thread his foot through the leg. You could certainly tell he’d been liberal with the birthday drinks, and his unhidden want was incredibly arousing.

You almost wished you could watch the drummer strip more, but the insistent hand at your back didn’t give you the choice. Brian was in the mood now, so things were moving at a faster pace. Besides… the rest of you’d already come once.

You were led away from the other two and pushed into the bedroom by Brian.

“On the bed Y/N.” He uttered the order with complete confidence you’d obey, and a new gush of slick ran between your legs when he pushed your back and tossed you towards Roger’s mattress.

You landed in a soft heap and turned to face up just in time to see Brian kick off his swimsuit and stalk towards you. The sight of his heavy balls and large, bobbing erection sent an instinctual gasp of air into your lungs, and Brian’s pleased chuckle reverberated through the room. His broad chest was over you immediately, invading your space and making you feel small and helpless beneath him. Your heart fluttered and your thighs clenched; you were his to take as he pleased. God how you wanted him to use you, to fill you with that thick cock and pump every drop of his pleasure into you until it overflowed and dripped and there was no mistake who you belonged to.

You had absolutely no idea where Roger and Adam were at this point because all you could focus on was that heated hazel stare and the erotic embrace of his panted breaths on your face.

“You were so good baby…” he leaned down close to your lips in suggestion of a kiss, only to smirk and pull away when you lifted your head to meet him, and then sucked another mark on your neck. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you; the man was incorrigible.

You felt Brian grin at that as well, and then your skin tingled when he murmured your favourite words “…so perfect for me.”

You weren’t quite sure why, but you wanted him to thank him. For tonight, for always being so kind, for showing you things you’d only dreamed of, for giving you his time, for everything. So you did. In a trembling, smitten voice. You were like a puddle beneath him, powerless to resist such a man: caught up in his presence, his power over you, at the thought of who he was.

And something within Brian snapped at your reaction, suddenly he wasn’t just sucking at your neck. He pressed you down, hard, into the mattress with his hips. You could feel the hard heat of his cock against your stomach. He groaned above you as he rutted against your skin, and the sensations on your throat turned from mouthing to soft bites. It was masculine; it was dominating, and satisfaction pooled in your gut as you drove him to show this raw side of himself. The self-satisfied arrogance that was as much a part of him as was the gentle concern.

“You’re welcome,” he growled, inhaling your scent as he brushed along your neck with his prominent nose, “My lovely little pet. So thankful for what Daddy gives you.”

Brian reached one hand towards your collar then, and pulled slightly, just as more wetness dripped from your aching pussy. You fucking loved when Brian called himself ‘Daddy’, when he’d decided he was past the pretense of control and just wanted to claim you and provide for you in the most primal way. And his hand at your collar cut your air of just enough so that you were reminded the extent of his need to possess and dominate.

You keened and thrust up against him in encouragement, not that he needed it, and whimpered when the grip at your neck tightened.
“I think my girl deserves a reward for that, don’t you Y/N?”

You shuddered underneath him, desperately needing some friction between your legs but unwilling to do anything for yourself before Brian gave permission. “Y- yes please Daddy.”

Where the FUCK were Roger and Adam? Playing with each other in the living room? You almost couldn’t handle all of Brian’s attention focused on you at once; you needed them to share the experience. And you knew that the tight coiling in your gut would only get better once the other men witnessed the true nature of your relationship with Brian.

“What do you want beautiful?”

God, anything! Whatever he’d give you. You knew the right response.

“YOU, sir. Whatever you think I need.”

“Do you want Daddy’s cock?” Brian rubbed himself along your skin in an unbearable taunt. “I know you’ve been waiting very long time for it.”

“Yes! Please!”

You were really begging now, just how Brian liked it. You were shocked that he’d offer the best option so quickly, but you weren’t gonna turn it down.

“Yeah?”

“Yes- please Daddy can I have your wonderful cock? I want it so bad… so big and thick-“ you swallowed at the filth of your own words, “-to stretch me wide and make me whole. Take me, please!”

You had no idea where those words were coming from, but Brian’s dirty talk must have been rubbing off.

“Jesus Y/N…” even HE needed to take a second to compute what you’d just said. “How could I say no to that?”

Instantly you were flipped over, and Brian sat himself at the head of the bed, propped up against the pillows. His legs were spread wide so that there was an inviting space between them, and he beckoned your over with a curt command.

“Come here.”

He positioned you above his lap, where his cock stuck proudly up into the air: rosy, dripping and bulbous, nestled amongst grey curls. It was the most erotic thing you’d ever seen, and it was as huge as ever. And THAT was going to be inside of you once more. You could practically feel the glorious stretch already.

You had one leg on either side of Brian’s thighs, your back to his chest, and he slowly guided your hips down with one hand while he lined up his tip to your slick hole with the other. Your thighs were trembling, not from exertion, but from excitement and the sheer fucking amount of arousal he stirred in your body. EVERYTHING ached for him.

You felt the blunt head of his cock at your entrance, and you stilled. Here it was again: the excruciating pleasure of sheathing his thick manhood within your folds, and the determined satisfaction to be able to take all of him. The slight pressure wasn’t enough, and so you pressed down with a moan.

“Good girl.”

Brian groaned the words through clenched teeth at the same time you steeled yourself against the intrusion and willed your muscles to relax around him. It was hard, when you were the one pushing onto him, to ease into the feeling of being pulled open so wide. Fuck! You squeezed your eyes shut, glad Brian couldn’t see your face, as your opening stretched tight. You’d thought you would be looser by now, after giving yourself to him at least twice a day, but that was evidently not the case.

Your breathing came out in ragged huffs: the only thing that would give away the pleasure-pain you were feeling, and Brian’s hands came to settle on your hips. He murmured sweet praise and encouragement, but he didn’t stop you or ask for a colour. You were glad to know he trusted you enough now to say something if you needed to. And you were pretty sure he liked the determination with which you always tried to please him.

“Wonderful Y/N… you’re gorgeous. My beautiful, good girl.” The words spurred you on as the ache faded to need and you slid down his cock, eagerly filling yourself deeper and deeper. “So tight for me… and always exactly what I need.”

You felt like you were about to explode, with your inner walls molded around Brian’s long, hard shaft so delightfully far inside you, and his smooth voice in your ear. All you could feel, all you could think about was HIM. His lean thighs under your bottom, his soft tummy against you back, and his big cock splitting your folds.

“God- Daddy…” you moaned as you sunk impossibly further down on him, “…you’re so… big.”

You knew you always said that, and you were slightly embarrassed by your lack of eloquence, but it was fucking true. And you liked to feel a bit embarrassed in Brian’s lap. Besides, you could barely think straight with his dick reaching so far inside. You had to bottom out soon!

Brian laughed a bit at your helplessness, especially as you continued to rock more and more of him inside you desperately. It was your own fault you were going at such a slow pace, but you couldn’t help but savor every moment of his flesh sliding and stretching against your nerves.

“God and Daddy? Why thank you darling.” Brian’s lilting voice made you tremble further.

You knew he was joking, but at the moment he certainly felt like a god to you. No meager man could be as smart, as beautiful, and as talented as Brian May. Not to mention the otherworldly presence that followed him around. If he wanted to be a god you’d be first in line for worship.

You finally bottomed out, feeling the tip of his cock brush against the end of your channel and send you into a mini flutter of ecstasy, before pushing yourself that final little bit to sit properly on his hips, stretching against your muscles. It felt like you were crammed full, stuffed to the absolute brim with his flesh, and stuck like a puppet under his control.

You gasped and threw your head back at the incredible sensation, and Brian finally let go of your hips when your bottom pressed into his skin. God, you felt like you were being impaled… with a rod of tortuous pleasure.

One of Brian’s hands reached around to settle on your lower abdomen, just above your sex. He spread his long fingers across your skin and your muscles trembled under the warmth of his hand. It was deliciously possessive. His other hand slid from your hip up to your throat and clamped over your collar. You’d never felt more wanted, more owned.

“Just rest now baby, and feel me inside you.” Brian drawled into your ear with hot breath. “Feel how your little pussy trembles around my cock with every movement.”

You did as he said, never one to disobey Brian, and rocked your hips slightly upon him to feel his hardness within. It was all too much and not enough at once, and you moaned wantonly in his lap.

“Does it feel good, pet?” Brian tugged at your collar on the last word, and your walls fluttered just as he’d said. “You’re mine. And though we’re having fun with Roger and Adam tonight, I want you to remember whose cock stuffs you this full. WHO it is that makes you feel this way. And WHO this pretty little body belongs to.”

“You do Brian… You’re the one who makes me feel this good.” You could barely form sentences with the huge presence of him inside, commanding you, claiming you, and making you his. “You’re the one I want to give myself to. I’m yours Daddy.”

Brian seemed immensely satisfied with that, and gave your throat another squeeze in his big hand.

“Good girl… then we can call the others in.”

Oh, of course. All this- Brian’s blatant possessiveness and control since you started to leave the pool- was meant to be a hard reminder who you belonged to. Your heart suddenly clenched in understanding, just as your core did around his cock. You loved any time Brian wanted to show his ownership. Hell… you reveled in the others seeing his marks on your skin, but he didn’t need to go to all this trouble. You knew who you wanted to be with; you knew who you loved. And you weren’t going anywhere. You just hoped you showed him that enough.

Nervous energy would have run through you as Brian raised his voice to bring Roger and Adam into the room, if it wasn’t for his hard member stealing all the focus you had. You hadn’t done much cock warming before, and the feeling of him so large inside, but not moving, was teasing you beyond comprehension. You should have known it was too early for you to get exactly what you wanted, but there was a slight consolation in that you knew it was just as hard for Brian.

You heard footsteps at the door, and looked to see Roger and Adam arrive shortly after Brian’s call. They’d obviously been up to no good themselves, for the singer was already hard and leaking again, and Roger’s cheeks were flushed red. The older man’s cock seemed to be interested too, and you knew that Brian was correct in his assumption earlier. He could go for another round.

“Should’ve known you’d start without us Bri… you’ve always been a fucking hypocrite.” Roger’s voice dropped to a lower, slower drawl in an impression of the guitarist. “You need to learn some control darling.”

You chuckled silently at the drummer’s admittedly good impersonation, and then immediately regretted it when the movement made your muscles clench around Brian’s cock. The stretch was delicious agony.

Brian was none too pleased that you found the display amusing, judging from the warning squeeze of his fingers into your skin even as Roger winked at you.

“Watch your tone Roger,” he answered back sharply, “And get on the fucking bed.”

Oh yeah… you almost forgot you hadn’t sucked any cock yet.

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Chapter 59: Back to the Bedroom (Alternate)

Notes:

non-daddy kink version of previous chapter :)

Oh… Oh.

It definitely wasn’t just Roger who had made a mess then.

Poor Adam was as red as he could possibly be with the blueish pool lights shining on his skin. The result was a slight purple blush quickly spreading across his cheeks and bare chest as he stood still in Brian’s arms. The only sound he made was a trebling moan, which both pulled at your heart strings and ignited your core.

Brian’s hand was still gripped around the younger man’s now-very-sensitive dick, teasing and pulling the sweet sounds from his beautiful voice box. You knew firsthand how those long, devilish fingers could seize control of your entire body with a well-practiced gesture, and currently they were playing Adams softening cock.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Brian wasn’t kind in his tone either, using every trick he had to torment the singer with that low, sinful drawl. “Naughty boy.”

God you were way too into watching the way he placed Adam so carefully under his spell. You could feel your inner muscles clench in anticipation as you marveled at the power he wielded so easily… so desperately. Like he couldn’t help himself from trying to consume each and every one of you here tonight. He needed EVERYTHING: every glazed eye and awe-struck face. And fuck, you didn’t know about the others, but YOU needed desperately to give it to him. Just to see what he would do with it.

Currently he was waiting for a reply from Adam, and after a moment of not receiving one, his free hand shot up through the water to grip just below his perfectly trimmed beard. Sinewy lines of muscle cast shadows on Brian’s forearm, moving slightly when he pressed down on the younger man’s throat: not hard, not rough. But as a reminder.

“I like it when my questions are given a proper response Adam.”

Both your and Adam’s eyes filled with more inky blankness. The things this man could do with a strong voice.

“Sorry… I-” The poor boy was struggling not to give away his nervous arousal as he tried to speak around Brian’s hand on his neck. “No. I couldn’t help it.”

Brian hummed then, a long, low thing that almost more resembled a purr. And your insides melted.

“…Why?”

“…’Cause I really liked touching Roger’s cock.” Adam swallowed, reddened further at Roger’s resulting moan, and flicked his eyes to yours when he realized Brian wasn’t yet satisfied. When his huge hand stayed stroking under his jaw.

You nodded in encouragement, feeling your own flutter of nerves in your stomach. Adam was certainly more experienced than you, but you were more experienced with BRIAN. You knew what he wanted; it was almost instinctual. That primal connection that spurred the guitarist to take you in the first place. And Adam was just checking if he was about to say the right thing.

“…And your hand felt too good around me… Sir.”

Brilliant. Your chest swelled when the younger man uttered the words. Complements, obedience and submission. Brian would eat it up, you knew. And then he would eat you.

The pupils of Brian’s eyes expanded as you watched, and a warm weight settled within you when your instincts were confirmed. His lips parted and those sharp canines glinted in the light. Fucking hell you loved it when he let the admiration fill him. He was needy; he was controlling, and exceedingly arrogant. But you adored every bit of it. It was either fill that huge ego… or watch it tumble over, and you knew which one you preferred. You wanted your big, smug Bri.

“That’s much better Adam, thank you. And I’ll let this one pass… but for the rest of the night I want you to ask permission for your orgasms just like Y/N. Understand?”

Brian squeezed the singer’s throat slightly for emphasis, enjoying the way his breath hitched way too much for such a gentle man. The dichotomy was so intriguing.

“Yes.”

Brian still didn’t let go.

“…Sir.”

Adam had given him the title for the first time moments ago, and now he wasn’t going to let him forget it. He’d worked hard within that magnificent brain of his to establish control tonight.

“Good boy.”

And then finally he released Adam from his grip and stepped away, leaving the singer frozen and a dark heat in your gut.

…

Once Roger had woken up form whatever blissed out haze he’d been in, which didn’t take all too long considering how much he seemed to love watching Adam squirm against Brian, he suggested that you all head to his hotel room. The idea was met with obvious enthusiasm.

“Wonderful idea Rog…” Brian said, flicking his deep eyes from one willing subject to the other, “…What do you think lovelies?

Adam nodded at once, looking just as eager as you felt, and you bobbed your head in agreement. But you also knew Brian liked verbal confirmation, so you found your voice.

“Yes Sir.”

“Excellent!” His voice was high and innocent, before deepening to a sultry drawl. “Then Y/N can show you both how much she likes sucking cock.”

Fuck. You were swept along by Brian’s arms before you could really answer, dangling easily as he pulled you through the water towards the ladder near the chairs and where he’d thrown you in. Your stomach rolled at his sudden impatience, and the anticipation of getting to stretch your lips around his fat dick flooded down every nerve in your body. You could practically taste his musk already.

Brian’s long strides took you deeper and deeper. Soon you couldn’t touch the bottom and had to swim awkwardly with one of your hands grasped in his. Brian of course still walked with his shoulders above the surface- the bloody giant. You could hear excited chuckles coming from Roger and Adam as they hurried to catch up, walking back up the stairs and around the pool like normal humans.

You wondered what on earth had possessed Brian to drag you this way, until you arrived at the ladder and he prompted you to climb first with a smug little flick of his head. That glimmer of naughtiness in his wise old eyes was back, and you supressed a small tremor as realization hit.
He’d be getting a nice view of your pussy as you climbed the ladder. Well… that, and the fucking teeth marks he’d left on your ass.

Jesus Brian… all that for a little look? Something burned inside you at just how much he must enjoy your body, and how much he loved to see his marks left all over it. And the position would be humiliating, only briefly, to give you that sweet taste of his dark eyes roaming over your curves unashamedly.

You pulled yourself up out of the pool, now fully aware of the streams of water running down your skin. Brian hummed at the sight of your full bottom gleaming in the moonlight and didn’t hesitate to give it a light swat as you passed. Your arms were shaking as you clasped the cold metal railing. Arousal pooled between your legs. This man was too much to handle, smirking devilishly as he rubbed and patted your backside the whole way up the ladder. The touch was possessive, and you wanted more. You were Brian’s toy tonight. No matter if he decided to share any more or not, you needed him to use you.

And fuck you were pretty sure he would.

Brian hauled himself up behind you soon after you stood on the patio. The height and the feel of his body against your back were overwhelming: so big and steady. Confident. In control. He was all you could think about, even as he grabbed your naked waist and led you to meet the other men by Roger’s sliding glass door. God you needed to please him in bed tonight. You ached for it in every fiber of your being. To show Roger and Adam how completely you belonged to this man, who at the moment seemed larger than life.

“Welcome to my humble abode…” Roger opened the door and gestured towards his room as you approached.

You nodded, still walking securely with Brian’s hand at your back, and felt his piercing blue eyes drift over your form as you stepped past him. You would have been a nervous mess if it wasn’t for the guitarist’s touch reminding you who you were here with.

There was also a short, silent look shared between the old band mates again: a moment of understanding that could only come from many shared experiences. Roger nodded at his friend before he stepped to join you in the room.

It seemed the drummer was fibbing a bit about his ‘abode’, because just as Brian’s rooms always were, Roger’s hotel suite was anything but humble. Gorgeous furniture and artwork filled the large space. You wondered if this luxury ever got stale, glancing to the older men’s apparent ease. You doubted it would for you.

You imagined there would be a king size bed awaiting you in the bedroom. It was a good thing too, considering the three rather large men that would be accompanying you there. Three big, tipsy, experienced men. God they were gonna make a mess of you.

Brian pushed you through the hallway while Roger struggled to get his swim trunks off, hopping around impatiently as he tried to thread his foot through the leg. You could certainly tell he’d been liberal with the birthday drinks, and his unhidden want was incredibly arousing.

You almost wished you could watch the drummer strip more, but the insistent hand at your back didn’t give you the choice. Brian was in the mood now, so things were moving at a faster pace. Besides… the rest of you’d already come once.

You were led away from the other two and pushed into the bedroom by Brian.

“On the bed Y/N.” He uttered the order with complete confidence you’d obey, and a new gush of slick ran between your legs when he pushed your back and tossed you towards Roger’s mattress.

You landed in a soft heap and turned to face up just in time to see Brian kick off his swimsuit and stalk towards you. The sight of his heavy balls and large, bobbing erection sent an instinctual gasp of air into your lungs, and Brian’s pleased chuckle reverberated through the room. His broad chest was over you immediately, invading your space and making you feel small and helpless beneath him. Your heart fluttered and your thighs clenched; you were his to take as he pleased. God how you wanted him to use you, to fill you with that thick cock and pump every drop of his pleasure into you until it overflowed and dripped and there was no mistake who you belonged to.

You had absolutely no idea where Roger and Adam were at this point because all you could focus on was that heated hazel stare and the erotic embrace of his panted breaths on your face.

“You were so good baby…” he leaned down close to your lips in suggestion of a kiss, only to smirk and pull away when you lifted your head to meet him, and then sucked another mark on your neck. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you; the man was incorrigible.

You felt Brian grin at that as well, and then your skin tingled when he murmured your favourite words “…so perfect for me.”

You weren’t quite sure why, but you wanted him to thank him. For tonight, for always being so kind, for showing you things you’d only dreamed of, for giving you his time, for everything. So you did. In a trembling, smitten voice. You were like a puddle beneath him, powerless to resist such a man: caught up in his presence, his power over you, at the thought of who he was.

And something within Brian snapped at your reaction, suddenly he wasn’t just sucking at your neck. He pressed you down, hard, into the mattress with his hips. You could feel the hard heat of his cock against your stomach. He groaned above you as he rutted against your skin, and the sensations on your throat turned from mouthing to soft bites. It was masculine; it was dominating, and satisfaction pooled in your gut as you drove him to show this raw side of himself. The self-satisfied arrogance that was as much a part of him as was the gentle concern.

“You’re welcome,” he growled, inhaling your scent as he brushed along your neck with his prominent nose, “My lovely little pet. So thankful for what only I can give you.”

Brian reached one hand towards your collar then, and pulled slightly, just as more wetness dripped from your aching pussy. You fucking loved when Brian got like this, when he’d decided he was past the pretense of control and just wanted to claim you and provide for you in the most primal way. And his hand at your collar cut your air of just enough so that you were reminded the extent of his need to possess and dominate.

You keened and thrust up against him in encouragement, not that he needed it, and whimpered when the grip at your neck tightened.
“I think my girl deserves a reward for that, don’t you Y/N?”

You shuddered underneath him, desperately needing some friction between your legs but unwilling to do anything for yourself before Brian gave permission. “Y- yes please Sir.”

Where the FUCK were Roger and Adam? Playing with each other in the living room? You almost couldn’t handle all of Brian’s attention focused on you at once; you needed them to share the experience. And you knew that the tight coiling in your gut would only get better once the other men witnessed the true nature of your relationship with Brian.

“What do you want beautiful?”

God, anything! Whatever he’d give you. You knew the right response.

“YOU, sir. Whatever you think I need.”

“Do you want my cock?” Brian rubbed himself along your skin in an unbearable taunt. “I know you’ve been waiting very long time for it.”

“Yes! Please!”

You were really begging now, just how Brian liked it. You were shocked that he’d offer the best option so quickly, but you weren’t gonna turn it down.

“Yeah?”

“Yes- please Sir can I have your wonderful cock? I want it so bad… so big and thick-“ you swallowed at the filth of your own words, “-to stretch me wide and make me whole. Take me, please!”

You had no idea where those words were coming from, but Brian’s dirty talk must have been rubbing off.

“Jesus Y/N…” even HE needed to take a second to compute what you’d just said. “How could I say no to that?”

Instantly you were flipped over, and Brian sat himself at the head of the bed, propped up against the pillows. His legs were spread wide so that there was an inviting space between them, and he beckoned your over with a curt command.

“Come here.”

He positioned you above his lap, where his cock stuck proudly up into the air: rosy, dripping and bulbous, nestled amongst grey curls. It was the most erotic thing you’d ever seen, and it was as huge as ever. And THAT was going to be inside of you once more. You could practically feel the glorious stretch already.

You had one leg on either side of Brian’s thighs, your back to his chest, and he slowly guided your hips down with one hand while he lined up his tip to your slick hole with the other. Your thighs were trembling, not from exertion, but from excitement and the sheer fucking amount of arousal he stirred in your body. EVERYTHING ached for him.

You felt the blunt head of his cock at your entrance, and you stilled. Here it was again: the excruciating pleasure of sheathing his thick manhood within your folds, and the determined satisfaction to be able to take all of him. The slight pressure wasn’t enough, and so you pressed down with a moan.

“Good girl.”

Brian groaned the words through clenched teeth at the same time you steeled yourself against the intrusion and willed your muscles to relax around him. It was hard, when you were the one pushing onto him, to ease into the feeling of being pulled open so wide. Fuck! You squeezed your eyes shut, glad Brian couldn’t see your face, as your opening stretched tight. You’d thought you would be looser by now, after giving yourself to him at least twice a day, but that was evidently not the case.

Your breathing came out in ragged huffs: the only thing that would give away the pleasure-pain you were feeling, and Brian’s hands came to settle on your hips. He murmured sweet praise and encouragement, but he didn’t stop you or ask for a colour. You were glad to know he trusted you enough now to say something if you needed to. And you were pretty sure he liked the determination with which you always tried to please him.

“Wonderful Y/N… you’re gorgeous. My beautiful, good girl.” The words spurred you on as the ache faded to need and you slid down his cock, eagerly filling yourself deeper and deeper. “So tight for me… and always exactly what I need.”

You felt like you were about to explode, with your inner walls molded around Brian’s long, hard shaft so delightfully far inside you, and his smooth voice in your ear. All you could feel, all you could think about was HIM. His lean thighs under your bottom, his soft tummy against you back, and his big cock splitting your folds.

“God- Sir…” you moaned as you sunk impossibly further down on him, “…you’re so… big.”

You knew you always said that, and you were slightly embarrassed by your lack of eloquence, but it was fucking true. And you liked to feel a bit embarrassed in Brian’s lap. Besides, you could barely think straight with his dick reaching so far inside. You had bottom out soon.

Brian laughed a bit at your helplessness, especially as you continued to rock more and more of him inside you desperately. It was your own fault you were going at such a slow pace, but you couldn’t help but savor every moment of his flesh sliding and stretching against your nerves.

“God and Sir? Why thank you darling.” Brian’s lilting voice made you tremble further.

You knew he was joking, but at the moment he certainly felt like a god to you. No meager man could be as smart, as beautiful, and as talented as Brian May. Not to mention the otherworldly presence that followed him around. If he wanted to be a god you’d be first in line for worship.

You finally bottomed out, feeling the tip of his cock brush against the end of your channel and send you into a mini flutter of ecstasy, before pushing yourself that final little bit to sit properly on his hips, stretching against your muscles. It felt like you were crammed full, stuffed to the absolute brim with his flesh, and stuck like a puppet under his control.

You gasped and threw your head back at the incredible sensation, and Brian finally let go of your hips when your bottom pressed into his skin. God, you felt like you were being impaled… with a rod of tortuous pleasure.

One of Brian’s hands reached around to settle on your lower abdomen, just above your sex. He spread his long fingers across your skin and your muscles trembled under the warmth of his hand. It was deliciously possessive. His other hand slid from your hip up to your throat and clamped over your collar. You’d never felt more wanted, more owned.

“Just rest now baby, and feel me inside you.” Brian drawled into your ear with hot breath. “Feel how your little pussy trembles around my cock with every movement.”

You did as he said, never one to disobey Brian, and rocked your hips slightly upon him to feel his hardness within. It was all too much and not enough at once, and you moaned wantonly in his lap.

“Does it feel good, pet?” Brian tugged at your collar on the last word, and your walls fluttered just as he’d said. “You’re mine. And though we’re having fun with Roger and Adam tonight, I want you to remember whose cock stuffs you this full. WHO it is that makes you feel this way. And WHO this pretty little body belongs to.”

“You do Brian… You’re the one who makes me feel this good.” You could barely form sentences with the huge presence of him inside, commanding you, claiming you, and making you his. “You’re the one I want to give myself to. I’m yours.”

Brian seemed immensely satisfied with that, and gave your throat another squeeze in his big hand.

“Good girl… then we can call the others in.”

Oh, of course. All this- Brian’s blatant possessiveness and control since you started to leave the pool- was meant to be a hard reminder who you belonged to. Your heart suddenly clenched in understanding, just as your core did around his cock. You loved any time Brian wanted to show his ownership. Hell… you reveled in the others seeing his marks on your skin, but he didn’t need to go to all this trouble. You knew who you wanted to be with; you knew who you loved. And you weren’t going anywhere. You just hoped you showed him that enough.

Nervous energy would have run through you as Brian raised his voice to bring Roger and Adam into the room, if it wasn’t for his hard member stealing all the focus you had. You hadn’t done much cock warming before, and the feeling of him so large inside, but not moving, was teasing you beyond comprehension. You should have known it was too early for you to get exactly what you wanted, but there was a slight consolation in that you knew it was just as hard for Brian.

You heard footsteps at the door, and looked to see Roger and Adam arrive shortly after Brian’s call. They’d obviously been up to no good themselves, for the singer was already hard and leaking again, and Roger’s cheeks were flushed red. The older man’s cock seemed to be interested too, and you knew that Brian was correct in his assumption earlier. He could go for another round.

“Should’ve known you’d start without us Bri… you’ve always been a fucking hypocrite.” Roger’s voice dropped to a lower, slower drawl in an impression of the guitarist. “You need to learn some control darling.”

You chuckled silently at the drummer’s admittedly good impersonation, and then immediately regretted it when the movement made your muscles clench around Brian’s cock. The stretch was delicious agony.

Brian was none too pleased that you found the display amusing, judging from the warning squeeze of his fingers into your skin even as Roger winked at you.

“Watch your tone Roger,” he answered back sharply, “And get on the fucking bed.”

Oh yeah… you almost forgot you hadn’t sucked any cock yet.

Chapter 60: Birthday Present: 1

Notes:

Sorry this took so long!! I kinda struggle writing these multi-person chapters. We're approaching the end though ;)

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Adam wasted no time jumping onto the mattress to join you, following Brian’s request with ready obedience, the rewards of which had been drilled into him earlier in the pool. Your muscles clenched around Brian as his weight shook the bed slightly, and as his wide pupils sent flames of heat into your gut. You loved how much the singer clearly adored the older men, enough to give them exactly what they wanted tonight. And he was almost as hopelessly infatuated with Brian as you were.

Adam’s blue eyes moved down to the place where you and Brian were joined. A wide smile grew on his face and he looked at you knowingly, wagging his eyebrows subtly at the sight of Brian’s arms around your torso and neck. You felt a hot blush paint your cheeks as he held your gaze. He knew how happy you were to be filled and owned, and he probably even guessed how your stomach was rolling delectably because you got to show him and Roger how Brian liked to take you. Perhaps he was even a little jealous.

The pressure of Adam’s focus, and Roger’s, was perfect. You wanted them to see you sitting in Brian’s lap, taking his cock like a good girl, and slowly melting in his embrace. It was so good to be seen giving yourself over unashamedly for his pleasure. And you were sure the others could tell you liked it: being put so clearly in your place.

Roger took more time to meander across the room. He was naked and semi-aroused, but supremely confident in himself and his body. A smirk tugged at his mustache too- when he ran those shining eyes up and down your body to admire your position- and he brushed a hand through his hair where it had fallen out of place after whatever he and Adam got up to.

Yes, the birthday boy was certainly trying to act cool and unaffected. Unfortunately for him he was a terrible actor; it was one of the things you were starting to appreciate about him. The man wore his heart on his sleeve. What you saw was what you got, and there was nothing needlessly complicated or involved- he enjoyed you and you enjoyed him. He was a perfect balance for Brian’s habit of twisting your mind.

You watched Roger’s expression darken as he drew himself closer and placed himself beside Adam on the bed. He too reveled in the way Brian had buried himself within you- not waiting or caring for what the other two wanted. Perhaps because it was a reminder that they were still the same naughty boys they’d always been.

“So what do you expect us to do then?” Roger queried the guitarist pointedly. “Seeing as you’ve already gone and forgotten about everyone else...”

“I haven’t forgotten,” Brian interrupted the drummer as he trailed off, “I just thought I’d have some fun myself. You should be grateful Y/N is here at all- putting up with your drunken ass.”

“I DO appreciate it Bri... you know that.”

“Then you better start to show me. Like we discussed earlier. I won’t tell you again.”

It wasn’t lost on you that Brian manipulated his conversation with Roger just as he always did with you, like he was completely incapable of admitting any wrongdoing. He put the drummer on the defensive in an instant, now working to explain his own actions to Bri. You could listen to the two of them bicker all day. Especially when it meant you got to hear and feel Brian’s stern voice penetrate through you. He was amazingly stubborn, and God help you if it wasn’t the most attractive thing right now. Your poor trembling pussy was stretched so wide around his cock and he was arguing as if you weren’t even there, or as if your willingness was the most casual thing in the world. You were here and he was horny- enough said. You were his to use.

And Roger must have liked Brian’s clipped tone as well, for his mouth dropped open a tiny bit and his eyes widened. He’d been staring all this time, as you and Adam waited for instruction. Neither of you were getting in the middle of this.

“I know, I know...” The drummer finally answered and his raspy voice trailed off, even as he tried to cover his reaction. “I'm sure you’ve got a wonderful birthday night in store.”

Adam and you shared a look as Roger stared at Brian, his bearded face at first stubborn, then struggling to relax. The sexual tension and energy were thick and consuming: like everyone was waiting for someone to make the first move. But Brian just kept you all waiting until Roger was in the frame of mind that he wanted.

“I do. So be good for me and stop talking back.” You could tell Brian had clenched his teeth in frustration by the end of his sentence, judging from the windy sound his voice picked up.

You heard Roger gulp.

“I thought—"

“Don’t act like you didn't ask for it.” Brian interrupted Roger again, suddenly hard-voiced and dark-eyed. He gripped onto your skin without thinking and you could once again feel the coiled power in his arms. He clearly wouldn’t be happy if his friend was backing out of whatever plans they made, and he didn’t like to be embarrassed in front of you and Adam. “Unless something’s changed?”

“No. It hasn’t.”

“Good.”

Another flash of understanding passed between the two men, and after a moment Roger’s eyes softened and his lips pulled into a smile. He looked almost fond. With a slight undercurrent of irritation.

“You’re a frighteningly smug bastard when you get like this.”

Brian chuckled and vibrated beneath you. “Probably...” His voice was low and you didn’t need to see his face to picture the smirk that would be there as he teased his friend. “...and you love it.”

Brian punctuated his point by reaching up to squeeze one of your tits, pawing at your curves with his huge hands as he pleased. You shivered at his touch and fought back a moan as your nipples hardened. Roger wasn’t the only one who loved Brian’s arrogance. You were absolutely thrilled with the cocksure way he touched your body.

And Adam was almost drooling beside you at the sight. He looked like he was in heaven, watching Brian show this side of himself so freely. You knew he was in deep now, ensnared by the whirlwind of teases and praise that the guitarist threw out. You felt the same. Brian was going to work Adam hard tonight, until he wanted him so bad he’d do anything, and then he’d give just enough to make the singer want more. Brian had him now and wasn’t ever going to let go. Even as he fondled your chest he was probably boring those dark eyes into the two other men. Your walls fluttered down Brian’s length again. They looked divine as they watched him play with you.

Roger’s cock had filled during the exchange as well, and your eyes were drawn to the evidence of his arousal. That confirmed the suspicions you had all night. He wanted someone to make him feel dirty, and small: a greedy boy that needed to be put in his place on his birthday. But who could do that when you were a wealthy, powerful rock star? Well... an older, bigger, authoritative rock star that knew you well enough to know what you wanted even if you weren’t so sure yourself.

God, everyone in the room was hanging off of Brian’s every fucking word. It was deliciously arousing, and your skin prickled just from being in contact with such raw power. This man was enjoying himself inside YOU.

But you did agree with Roger a little bit earlier; Brian was getting too caught up in trying to establish his control tonight, and somehow didn’t seem to see that you were all already more than eager to do what he wanted. Nobody here was gonna complain if he started delegating orders, but he needed to start giving them then. He was usually so perceptive that you could only blame the copious amount of alcohol he’d consumed tonight, which had apparently heightened his stubborn streak ten-fold. And his need for control. It was as if, after the drink, he was trying to make up for losing his usually tight hold over his own actions.

But you could never make him embarrassed of himself, and you were sure the others wouldn’t either. So it was up to you to remind him how thankful you were for everything. And how much you adored him.

You started to rock back and forth on his lap, fighting the obscene moan that jumped to your throat when you felt his cock shift deep inside you. You hoped it would feel good enough for Bri that he wouldn’t punish you for moving without his permission, that he would just let go. The resulting low rumble made your muscles clench.

Brian growled quietly in your ear, and this time you thanked his inebriated state. It didn't take much to get him refocused on the task at hand.

“Alright then, come here darling Adam," he said. "You’ve been so good tonight… so wonderful for us.”

Adam crawled towards you on the bed, settling just beside where you sat on Brian. You could almost get lost in his wet eyes and open mouth, in how he looked at the older man. But then you remembered your purpose here.

“What do you want me to do Sir?” Your voice was soft and submissive, although you didn’t think it could be any other way at this point.

Brian felt so good inside you, claiming every single cell in your body. You wanted to remind him that you weren’t going anywhere- that there was nowhere else you’d ever want to be- and Brian’s grip finally relaxed on your torso so you could grind against him properly.

“You can show our lovely boy just how good that little mouth of yours is.”

Brian’s hand that had loosened from your hips trailed up your skin to finger at your collar. You knew everyone was watching what he was doing, and your stomach rolled as he reminded them who you belonged to once again.

“And Roger can sit and watch what he’ll get later…” A warm huff hit the back of your neck. “…If he can wait that long.”

You doubted YOU could wait honestly.

“Does that sound good?”

“Yes-“ “Please Sir-“

You and Adam both spoke at the same time, and your eyes met once again. You were slightly embarrassed that Adam had answered so much better than you, and felt a surge of competitiveness rise, but Brian didn’t seem to mind. He chuckled at your eagerness and lifted you slightly so he could shift underneath. You were always impressed by how easy it seemed to be for him.

“Go ahead then.”

Adam shuffled on his knees and placed one alongside Brian’s thigh, and the other in the space between his legs that he’d just opened up. Blue eyes looked down at you in a slight question, and you smiled at him to show how ready you were for this. You cared for Adam; you’d bonded incredibly quickly tonight. If Brian wanted you to do this you had absolutely nothing against it. You were all here to make each other feel good.

Adam’s healthy cock bobbed near your face, complete with a bead of ready precome sitting at the head. The poor man had been waiting for a while since the pool. You could help him out now, you were certain. His penis was certainly inviting- fresh from the water. Long and thick and proportional to his notable stature. But you couldn’t help the tiny pulse of satisfaction inside when you saw he wasn’t quite as well-endowed as Brian. Size didn’t really matter after all, but you knew it would help the eldest’s needy ego. And you’d be able to do this very well.

The singer whined as soon as you placed your lips around him, pulling him closer by the back of his thighs. You could still taste a bit of the chlorine from earlier, but it was overpowered by Adam’s own flavour. Tart, but sweeter than the taste you’d come to associate with Brian.

You pushed your head down the singer’s shaft and stroked your tongue back and forth along the underside, taking in the way his legs clenched when you sucked him deep, and reveling in the long groan that came from your other side. Roger obviously enjoyed the show.

You’d never experienced this before- being filled from both ends by two gorgeous men. Sure, Adam’s dick in your mouth didn’t thrust and take like Brian did, and the guitarist’s hips weren’t moving much at the moment, but God you could feel his cock every time Adam moaned and your muscles clenched.

And there was more, because the more you thought about it the more you trembled at the knowledge that Roger was watching it all. Looking at you rocking your hips desperately, warming Brian’s cock, and licking Adam’s dick because that’s what you’d been told to do.

“Does that feel good darling?” Brian’s voice rose above the cacophony of moans and the wet sounds of sex.

You hummed around Adam’s length to answer, only realizing that the question wasn’t directed at you when the younger man gave a throaty sigh.

“Yes Brian… Sir. Thank you.”

Fuck. Adam was damn good at this. You were dripping wet just listening to him talk to Bri, who was finally starting to move within you: to forget the complications and relax into the pleasure, to take what he needed from you again.

“You’re welcome. Now we can really give ol’ Rog a show.”

You heard nothing then, but felt Adam’s weight shift as he was pulled towards Brian. The movement made you choke a bit as his cock went down your throat. You couldn’t care less though, because the mental image you had of the guitarist manhandling an overwhelmed Adam and plunging his tongue into his mouth was divine.

There were only sloppy, wet sounds everywhere, plus the almost pained moan and string of whispered expletives from Roger.

With Brian’s hands occupied taming Adam, you were much more free to move on his lap. It must have been what he wanted as well, because there was nothing that stopped you from finding your own release as you started bobbing on his thick cock. You moved your ass up and down in short thrusts, moaning around Adam every time you felt Brian’s flesh brush the nerves so deep inside. Truly, no one else could fill you so full.

You could practically feel Adam’s cock pulse over your tongue. He wouldn’t last much longer with Brian ravaging his mouth and you working your hardest below. You doubled down, and took him deep, as deep as you could go. Your own climax was approaching again as well, with your pussy so wet and so wide around Brian it didn’t take much. Plus the fucking depravity going on above you.

Soon, you sensed the singer struggle to pull away from Brian’s grip.

“Please… I need to come Sir.”

Adam’s voice was raspy and weak, so much the opposite of how it was usually. Your walls pulsed against the hard member within you, trying to somehow relieve the huge pressure that had built in your throbbing, swollen folds.

Brian immediately reached down between you and pulled the younger man’s cock from your lips, taking a trail of spit and precome with it. You were reeling from the sudden loss, and kept your mouth hanging open dumbly as you watched long, strong fingers wrap around the saliva-coated length.

“Good boy for remembering,” Brian’s voice was equally raw, giving it a growly, dark quality. He pulled fast and rough at Adam’s shaft, pressing it up against his own taught stomach.

You watched the singer’s hips thrust weakly against him, desperately trying to reach for that last bit of sweet pleasure. He was incoherent: just a panting, heaving mess.

“Now… come for me.”

Brian’s tenor reverberated around the room as it always did when he wanted it to, and you watched as Adam fell apart in his hand again, inches from your face. The singer fell silent with pleasure and simply twitched as his release took him. Thick spurts of come coated his own stomach and chest, as well as Brian’s hand. You couldn’t look away.

“Good boy.”

The world seemed to freeze as you stared and Adam pulsed with pleasure. He contracted a few more times before falling back to the mattress, exhausted and covered with his own release. It was one of the most exotic things you’d ever seen, with his makeup finally smudged beyond recognition. The only other thought that filled your head was of Brian’s thick cock inside you. The cock that belonged to the man who had just devastated your friend so. God how you needed it. You were so close to having been able to come before Adam. You just needed…

Brian’s same come-covered hand came down and pressed against your clit expertly.

“You can come too Y/N.”

No words came to your mouth before the world’s most talented index finger drove you equally insane. It was SO much so quickly, and you were amazingly oversensitive after being teased so long. You couldn’t help yourself; you came fast and hard as your inner muscles tightened and tried in vain to contract around his huge cock that had stretched them for so long.

You practically whimpered and felt all your limbs go numb as you coated Brian with slick, but he remained as hard and swollen as ever. It was like your body had to work around his at this point, and you’d never felt anything so dirty. You felt slutty, and bratty, enjoying your release when Brian was still rock solid inside you. But that’s what he’d wanted, and fuck you’d always give him what he wanted.

Brian murmured praises in your ear as you eventually relaxed and stopped twitching around his cock, petting your skin with his hands. You loved him; you loved everything he made you feel and everything that he was. Even drunk and smug and stubborn.

Finally, your favourite voice spoke up over the heavy breathing of the two youngest.

“Your turn Rog.”

Notes:

So?? Was it worth the wait?

Chapter 61: Birthday Present: 2

Notes:

Daddy kink warning for this chapter!! It's gonna take me a little while to post the alternate version this time sorry. Some time today though!
Our foursome finishes with a bang. Sorry it's taken so long, but this is a nice long chapter to make up for it. :)

“Jesus Christ Bri,” Roger said breathlessly, staring at Adam’s painted, shuddering chest and your sprawled legs, “You’ve outdone yourself tonight.”

“We’re not done yet.”

Brian shifted under you again as he spoke, and you felt his cock nudge your cervix again: reawakening the nerves that had flared so recently. Your body would always be ready for what Bri wanted to give it, or he would make it ready.

Roger took the hint and came closer to the place on the huge mattress where Adam was still lying. His eyes were huge and appeared to be taking in every bit of information they could, blown with lust. There were tiny beads of sweat on his forehead and cheekbones that glistened in the low light. All in all, the drummer looked ready to be ravaged, and the way he was fidgeting impatiently revealed how much he wanted just that.

“Lie down next to Adam.” Brian voiced the command as soon as Roger stopped moving. It wasn’t harsh in any way, and you were almost surprised at how sweet and caring his tone was. The feelings these two men had for each other ran deep.

Roger settled down on the mattress just as Brian asked. You watched intently and swallowed as you saw his erection jutting out from greying curls, red and ready, just before the smooth curve of his stomach. He was going to use you too tonight, just like Adam had, because Brian allowed it and you were his to please.

Warm hands gripped your hips and pushed you to lean forward and take your weight on your hands and knees. Brian set you over Roger, so that you hovered above his legs and your head was in the perfect spot over his swollen cock. And all the while he remained inside you, sliding into the new position easily as his manhood shifted in your dripping folds. He kneeled behind you and draped himself over your back to talk to Roger. You basked in the feeling of his soft skin against yours and your chest tightened as you tried to believe you were really here: trapped between two rock stars.

“I see you enjoyed the view…” Brian said, with his voice loud next to your ear, “Are you ready now to behave?”

Roger nodded.

“See? You’ll do anything for a good fuck Rog… even listen to ME. Nothing’s changed.”

The drummer’s face blushed bright red beneath his beard, and he squeezed his eyes shut while biting his lip.

“Look at me.” Brian’s voice found its hard edge again, and Roger’s big eyes snapped back open. “That’s better. Don’t you want your birthday treat?”

“Yes, of course.”

“How much?”

You couldn’t fight the deep, curling, tensing of your insides against Brian’s cock as he made Roger beg. Brian would be able to feel how much it turned you on when he lorded himself over his friend. He knew how he affected you and he was teasing you just as much as he was Roger.

“So much Bri- I want it…” You could tell Roger was struggling to say the words, “…please.”

“Yes… good. All those girls you could have Rog, all those parties, and THIS is what you wanted for your Birthday. Getting to taste my lovely girl and feel her mouth around you while I fuck her.” Brian drew each torturous word out. “AND you wanted young Adam. Still such a greedy thing.”

Roger was fighting not to let any whimpering enter his voice. “Please! I just want it so much. You know how had these tours can be.”

The soft tilt of his eyebrows was pleading more than words ever could, and it was enough to make Brian reach a hand out to stroke along his white beard. The gesture seemed intimate and caring, even with the harsh dynamic that had been created, yet there was something more. Brian’s long fingers also traced the drummer’s handsome features simply because they could, and he took his time playing with the moment of control he had over his bandmate. You suspected he was mighty pleased every second those blue eyes stared up at him: getting his way so easily, unlike their regular bickering.

“Yes I do, and I’m glad you asked me to help you tonight.” Brian’s voice was again sweet and tender, before shifting abruptly and sending a shiver down your back. “Now you’re gonna lie there like the greedy little whore you are and come in Y/N’s pretty mouth.”

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat at the same time you watched Roger do the same, with his cheeks now squished as the guitarist tightened his hand. A small moan drifted across the mattress and reminded you Adam was still lying beside.

Brian’s hand moved from Roger’s face to the back of your head and gripped uncaringly at your hair. He pushed you down towards the drummer’s flushed crotch with all that hidden strength he carried, and your stomach dropped and churned. You knew deep down that everything would stop if you used your safeword, but right now on the surface you felt that there was nothing you could do against Brian, and you were completely at his mercy once more. You loved it.

“Be a good girl and suck this one too Y/N,” Brian growled into your ear, “I know you want to- My little pet.” He mouthed at your neck, just above the collar, and bit your skin as if to remind you once more who put it there. “And I know I’ll enjoy this delicious cunny.”

He thrust into you hard enough to make you rock over Roger, and you felt a sweet flood of liquid rush out to meet him. God, that cock was divine: every vein dragging along your walls so you were aware of ALL of him. Brian could take you, use you, and fill your body with his pleasure in any way he wanted. You lived for it, and would crawl back begging for more.

Before he could rut into you again you plunged your neck down and wrapped your lips around Roger’s cock. You’d do anything Brian said; you had to be good for Daddy before he grew displeased with you. And you’d be lying if you didn’t admit you desperately wanted to show off for him and Rog. You would preen and whimper and take them both, these hugely powerful men, and they’d come undone because of YOU. Fuck that’s what you wanted. You needed to please them.

The drummer hissed in pleasure as soon as his manhood was engulfed in the heat of your mouth, but you didn’t have much time to adjust before Brian thrust again and pushed you further down around his shaft. A tiny gurgle escaped your throat, but you caught yourself and relaxed your jaw as much as possible. Brian laughed lightly above you, enjoying your struggle.

Roger’s cock wasn’t as long as Brian’s, but damn if it wasn’t just as thick. He cut off almost all your air. You forced yourself to forget your gag reflex once again and just let them fuck you, from both ends. You’d never felt so used, yet so appreciated at the same time.

Roger’s slick length plunged into your mouth almost desperately, as his hips thrust up off the bed again and again. He was struggling and searching for his much needed release. You sucked in air when you could and the rest of the time you worked his shaft. The musky salt of his skin was addictive. You couldn’t get enough, licking every inch you could. With Brian pounding your pussy you needed your arms to brace yourself, so you couldn’t use your hands to help. You’d have to get Roger off with just your head.

“That’s it Roggie… good boy. Let go and let us take care of you. Doesn’t her mouth feel good?” Brian egged the younger man on into further desperation with every thrust, and he moaned what responses he could.

“Yes Bri… God! She’s so good. So talented-“ he struggled to form words so caught up in the sensation of Brian driving you onto his cock, “…Eager.”

The eldest chuckled at that one. “Yes she is.”

He thrust particularly hard then and almost pushed your pelvis into Roger’s legs. You couldn’t control the obscene choking sound this time as you swallowed around the thick cock in your throat. Fuck they were brutal, and confident, and almost de-sensitized to their pull over people. But you could tell Brian loved the way you arched your back against his penis to feel him impossibly deeper, thrilled and humbled just to have him use you. And Roger was lost between your wet lips, his throbbing cock appreciating the effort you gave to make it feel good. You’d give them everything you had, and they knew it, but they also reveled in it.

“Tell me when you’re close.” Brian’s voice was rougher when he spoke next, and Roger nodded quickly into the duvet, apparently too lost for words now.

You felt dripping wet between your legs: tight, hot, and fluttering deep inside every time Brian brushed your nerves. Everything was coiled tight and screaming with agonizing pleasure. At once too much and not enough, dangling on that heightened edge until you’d do anything to get what you needed. Brian’s cock stole your thoughts and your free will, until you were simply a pliant, pleading mess aching to do whatever he wanted.

You couldn’t feel your arms and had forgotten how hard it was to suck Roger’s dick properly, it just WAS now. Your mouth was his, as your pussy was Brian’s. The tip of his cock brushed the back of your throat again and again until he found the rhythm he was looking for, and you adjusted accordingly. God, before you met Brian you would never have guessed you liked giving head this much. It was so poignant to feel the tender, swollen flesh of a penis between your teeth and be trusted enough to bring pleasure, even when struggling to breathe.

Roger thrust and moaned until he couldn't take it any longer.

“I’m close Bri…” a raspy voice was just barely audible over the heavy breathing and the slapping of Brian’s skin hitting yours.

Roger’s hips stuttered against the mattress and his thrusts became fast, erratic and shallow. He was throbbing against your tongue, and you knew he wasn’t lying. You prepared yourself for his release as best you could but you were sure there was gonna be a mess.

It didn’t happen though, as just before you were sure the drummer would come undone, Brian’s tenor called your attention.

“Stop Y/N. NOW.”

You did as he said and winced, confused, when Roger shrieked in frustration. It was a loud, piercing thing, cutting deep to your core. The sheer amount of second hand torture made you clench tight around Brian.

“No Brian! Please! PLEASE!!!”

The drummer’s cock bounced desperately in the air, and tears welled up in his long eyelashes. He was a beautiful, writhing, mess. His eyes were shut tight and his jaw clenched hard, before opening wide to release another moan of sheer anguish and arousal. You couldn’t look away.

“Sorry Rog… you asked for it.” Brian was uncompromising. “It’ll be worth it baby. Just relax now, feel how swollen and hard that pretty cock is for me.”

Roger continued to shake his head and beg, but you could tell he was coming back from the edge, just as you were now that Brian had stopped thrusting. All that built up energy was fizzling back into your nerves, strengthening for later, and compressing into something huge.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Brian kept talking as the drummer’s chest rose and fell, “Gorgeous after all these years.” A hushed awe crept into his smooth voice. “I can’t believe it’s been so long Rog. And look at us. Look at Adam.”

Roger’s eyes finally opened and flicked around the room. Adam had sat up some time during the debauchery, and was staring at the sight before him with wide eyes and a tortured, but again semi-hard cock. Your heart suddenly twinged as he met your gaze. Everything tonight was too much.

Fuck. You’d almost forgotten all about Adam while you were being filled and used from both ends by two living Gods.

Roger turned back to the guitarist as he continued speaking.

“I know touring is hard as shit, but how could we pass it up? The crowds, the concerts, that fucking rush you get on stage. And all this. Not many people can experience a slice of life like this. You can understand why I wanted it to last a little longer… As you said, ‘You only turn 70 once.’” Brian shifted his weight a bit and pressed his pelvis against you more. His skin was wonderfully sweaty, and you enjoyed the rumble of his voice through the air. “So collect yourself, lie back, and enjoy the fucking brilliance of what we’ve achieved. I’ll let you come properly now.”

The drummer nodded happily, eager to climb to that edge again. “And this time… with Adam?” His voice was soft enough for everyone to tell it would be Brian’s decision if the singer was allowed to join or not.

“Yes, of course. He’s been a very good boy don’t you think?”

Roger nodded again, the almost childish gesture looking strangely endearing on his bearded face.

“Adam- “ the singer looked excited as Brian continued, “Feel free to join in. Maybe those lovely lips of yours can keep Roger from moaning so much.”

The younger man grinned like he’d never wanted to do anything more. “Yes Sir.”

Adam crawled to lay right beside the supine drummer, dragging his swelling cock against your hand and his thigh in the process. As soon as he got in position, as if he couldn’t wait any longer, Brian started to slowly thrust into you once more. He rose up higher on his knees, stretching your entrance in a wonderful new direction, and towered over your prostrate form and the two lying men. You turned your head to look at him, ignoring the uncomfortable stretch of your neck.

He was covered with a sheen of sweat that made his chest stand out, proud and mighty above you. The light dusting of white chest hair was more matted than you’d seen it before and sticking to his skin. Saliva pooled in your mouth and you had the sudden urge to lick all those lovely droplets off him, but it was impossible at the moment.

Brian looked like a God, with his sharp, regal features displaying the full confidence and power he carried deep inside. Your heart pounded. You loved this; you loved when he could finally feel good about himself. See how you, and Roger, and Adam, and millions of people all over the fucking planet adored him. And he adored you back.

You could feel him inside, taking your body and using it to feel this way. You wanted so much to give yourself over, to please him. With everything. Your mind as well, falling as you did so easily under his spell. You swallowed the pooled spit and were aware of the cool weight of your collar on your neck. Fuck, how happy you were to belong to this man.

“You ready to come again baby girl?” Brian had arranged his lips into the most attractive smirk you’d ever seen.

“Oh God… please Daddy.”

You didn’t quite realize what you’d said, but saw how Brian’s pupils flared as he stared at you, and then a hot, dark hand twisted your gut. Fuck. You knew your face would be bright red too, as your little secret was outed. You couldn’t tell if you were mortified or incredibly turned on, but you COULD tell which one Brian was. The title had just slipped out, so rightly, especially after he used that nickname for you.

Roger’s eyes widened too, before he threw his head, arched his back, and moaned. “Oh fuck… you make her call you Daddy?”

Brian’s grin spread, overtaking his whole face in a predatory snarl. Immediately your core squeezed with pleasure, and you drew your gaze down to dip below his throat before it all became too much.

“She wants to call me Daddy. She said it first.” He reached out to grab a fistful of your hair where you were trembling between his arms, and pulled you back up to look at him. “A kinky little thing this one… always desperate for Daddy’s cock.” He threw your head down and started hammering into you again, pushing all the air out of your lungs every time he filled your hole, and you moaned loudly without a care how wanton you looked while he grunted. “She knows who she belongs to.”

God. Fuck. You did know. You belonged fully to Brian, body and soul. His pleasure was your pleasure, and you ached to please him. Your walls spasmed already as his cock plunged in and out of you: a dripping wet pussy made to worship his length.

“Get back to sucking, pet.”

Brian pushed your head down again and gripped your collar as he fucked you. His huge hand moved your lips to Roger’s tip, still sticky and wet from being edged so mercilessly, and guided you to take him in.
Your head spun as you tried to take in all the sensations: Roger’s taste once again in your mouth as you forced yourself down on him, and Brian’s thick cock filling your cunt. It was much the same as it had been the first time, but Brian’s thrusts were much rougher, and more insistent, chasing his pleasure towards completion this time too. As if he’d completed his duty and was rewarding himself by tearing you apart.

The drummer’s moans were even more desperate, but now throaty and muffled by what must be Adam’s mouth. The singer’s hand wandered towards the base of Roger’s shaft and gripped what you didn’t have your tongue on, shifting back and forth to fondle the full, heavy ball sack there as well. God, Roger’s penis felt unbelievably hard and full, practically pulsing with every heartbeat. With the two of you working him he wouldn’t last long.
And that was clearly what Brian was betting on, because he wasn’t pacing himself at all, and having refrained from an orgasm all night you knew he must be close. The bedroom was filled with wet slurping and slapping as he let himself finally lose control and take what he wanted. What was his. To be that primal, dominant beast you keened before.

Holy hell it was hot, and your willing arousal coated his shaft more than enough. You felt tight everywhere and your muscles were starting to shake with need, the pressure and pleasure building rapidly to where it had been previously. Your clit almost hurt it was so swollen, flaring with desire every time Brian’s big cock dragged against it.

“That’s it baby, suck Roger’s prick nice and deep,” Brian grunted as he thrust, “You’re so good for Daddy.”

His casual use of the dirty taboo was so fucking depraved and sinful, you couldn’t get enough. You wanted everyone to know you were HIS, and that you belonged to him in every possible way. You let a whimper work its way out past Roger’s cock and weakly pushed your ass even higher to feel more of Brian. Be good for Daddy and he’d take care of you.

The words seemed to set Roger off as well, for his hips started to buck wildly beneath you as you choked on his cock. He pulled away from snogging Adam, and took a shuddering breath. You sucked him down harder then, almost forcing the orgasm, to finally push him over that peak of pleasure. All it took was a few more shallow thrusts before he shouted a desperate warning.

“Fuck, Bri, I’m coming. I’m come- FUCK!”

The drummer’s cum came hot and fast into your mouth and down your throat, filling you with his pleasure until you couldn’t take any more. And then it kept coming. His release spilled from your lips and dripped down your chin all over the cock it came from, coating Adam’s hand in the process. You coughed and sputtered, removing yourself when you couldn’t breathe, and dropping a whole lot more ejaculate onto the mattress. You were burning and embarrassed by how messily you’d handled that, but the men didn’t seem to care.

Roger’s softening cock spilled its last drops just as Brian continued to rut into you, and grunt a final wish.

“Happy fucking Birthday Rog.”

The speed of his thrusts increased, and his grip on your collar tightened now that you were finished with the drummer. He pulled back and restricted your airway enough that you stopped thinking of anything else, the cum on your chin or the gaze of a watching singer. There was just Brian, and his cock dragging so heavy against your walls.

“Good girl Y/N… You did so bloody well. So perfect… Now come for Daddy.”

You cried out pathetically, and a moan was ripped from your throat as Brian smashed the head of his cock into your cervix again and again. You were stretched so wide and stuffed so deep with every thrust. He owned you. He gave you everything you needed. You were nothing but a vessel for his indulgence.

“Come on Baby,” Brian growled like an animal as he filled you, “Come on.”

“Oh- Daddy! Daddy!” You were shouting nonsense, overcome and about to explode as every single nerve in your body flared with burning heat. All you could think about was your Daddy, your master. “God- FUCK. Please Daddy… “ Your breath sped up even further and you knew you were lost. “Ahh!”

You came with a back-breaking convulsion, moaning on Brian’s cock as your legs turned to jelly and your cunt squeezed again and again. You were sure you’d collapsed on top of Roger at this point, landing on the sticky come that still painted his skin, and tasting his salty musk on your tongue.

And Brian kept going, using your quivering hole to bring himself off. Gritting his teeth and growling sensually into the heat of the stuffy room. Your face was pressed into Roger’s stomach as he pounded you into him, and your open mouth moaned again through the drummer’s soft flesh as your orgasm rolled on.

“Please Daddy- fill me, claim me.” You whined, riding the filthy pleasure of the men seeing you submit so fully in front of them. “I need your come so bad.”

You did what you could to push Brian to the edge as well; you knew how much he liked to hear how desperate you were to be his. Especially in front of his bandmates, who were watching every last move.

Brian pulled your collar taught against your trachea and brought your head back to arch your spine almost off of Roger as he found his release. You couldn’t breathe at all, but you didn’t care. He was so caught up in his own pleasure that he’d almost forgotten about you for the moment and was simply using your body. It was everything you wanted: to help him lose control.

“Good baby girl…” Hot come started to paint your insides, stuffing you impossibly more full with everything he had to offer. And it was a LOT. “…Take it.”

Brian had denied himself for so long that he was milking absolutely everything he could out of the high, pumping into you until you could feel it running down the back of your thighs. It was perfect. Nothing would ever feel better than being filled and used like this. By a fucking rock star, who was also the sweetest and most caring man you’d ever met, when he wasn’t pounding you into submission. How could you not give him everything?

Just as Brian was starting to still, collapsing atop you with a low groan, you heard Adam’s breath hitch. The guitarist was sated, but the sounds didn’t stop. You opened your eyes for the first time since your orgasm had shattered your insides, just in time to see Roger finish the singer off, adding even more to the mess on the bed. His cock twitched, spent, as it struggled to empty for the third time that night. Three handjobs and three orgasms: the man was a marvel.

Everyone just lay still, trying to catch their breaths after the incredible rush of endorphins. Your own head was still spinning mindlessly, as you relaxed into the tender pleasure Brian’s cock had left between your legs. You were tired and numb, floating on the most wonderful mood where your thoughts didn’t seem your own. Your eyelids closed of their own volition, suddenly heavy, and you just focused on the callused hands that ran up and down your side. You’d never felt safer, and more wanted.

Notes:

God- it's finally over. Hope you enjoyed the night Y/N and Bri got to share with the other two. I had to get it out of my system!

Chapter 62: Birthday Present: 2 (Alternate)

Notes:

Non-daddy kink version of previous chapter!

“Jesus Christ Bri,” Roger said breathlessly, staring at Adam’s painted, shuddering chest and your sprawled legs, “You’ve outdone yourself tonight.”

“We’re not done yet.”

Brian shifted under you again as he spoke, and you felt his cock nudge your cervix again: reawakening the nerves that had flared so recently. Your body would always be ready for what Bri wanted to give it, or he would make it ready.

Roger took the hint and came closer to the place on the huge mattress where Adam was still lying. His eyes were huge and appeared to be taking in every bit of information they could, blown with lust. There were tiny beads of sweat on his forehead and cheekbones that glistened in the low light. All in all, the drummer looked ready to be ravaged, and the way he was fidgeting impatiently revealed how much he wanted just that.

“Lie down next to Adam.” Brian voiced the command as soon as Roger stopped moving. It wasn’t harsh in any way, and you were almost surprised at how sweet and caring his tone was. The feelings these two men had for each other ran deep.

Roger settled down on the mattress just as Brian asked. You watched intently and swallowed as you saw his erection jutting out from greying curls, red and ready, just before the smooth curve of his stomach. He was going to use you too tonight, just like Adam had, because Brian allowed it and you were his to please.

Warm hands gripped your hips and pushed you to lean forward and take your weight on your hands and knees. Brian set you over Roger, so that you hovered above his legs and your head was in the perfect spot over his swollen cock. And all the while he remained inside you, sliding into the new position easily as his manhood shifted in your dripping folds. He kneeled behind you and draped himself over your back to talk to Roger. You basked in the feeling of his soft skin against yours and your chest tightened as you tried to believe you were really here: trapped between two rock stars.

“I see you enjoyed the view…” Brian said, with his voice loud next to your ear, “Are you ready now to behave?”

Roger nodded.

“See? You’ll do anything for a good fuck Rog… even listen to ME. Nothing’s changed.”

The drummer’s face blushed bright red beneath his beard, and he squeezed his eyes shut while biting his lip.

“Look at me.” Brian’s voice found its hard edge again, and Roger’s big eyes snapped back open. “That’s better. Don’t you want your birthday treat?”

“Yes, of course.”

“How much?”

You couldn’t fight the deep, curling, tensing of your insides against Brian’s cock as he made Roger beg. Brian would be able to feel how much it turned you on when he lorded himself over his friend. He knew how he affected you and he was teasing you just as much as he was Roger.

“So much Bri- I want it…” You could tell Roger was struggling to say the words, “…please.”

“Yes… good. All those girls you could have Rog, all those parties, and THIS is what you wanted for your Birthday. Getting to taste my lovely girl and feel her mouth around you while I fuck her.” Brian drew each torturous word out. “AND you wanted young Adam. Still such a greedy thing.”

Roger was fighting not to let any whimpering enter his voice. “Please! I just want it so much. You know how had these tours can be.”

The soft tilt of his eyebrows was pleading more than words ever could, and it was enough to make Brian reach a hand out to stroke along his white beard. The gesture seemed intimate and caring, even with the harsh dynamic that had been created, yet there was something more. Brian’s long fingers also traced the drummer’s handsome features simply because they could, and he took his time playing with the moment of control he had over his bandmate. You suspected he was mighty pleased every second those blue eyes stared up at him: getting his way so easily, unlike their regular bickering.

“Yes I do, and I’m glad you asked me to help you tonight.” Brian’s voice was again sweet and tender, before shifting abruptly and sending a shiver down your back. “Now you’re gonna lie there like the greedy little whore you are and come in Y/N’s pretty mouth.”

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat at the same time you watched Roger do the same, with his cheeks now squished as the guitarist tightened his hand. A small moan drifted across the mattress and reminded you Adam was still lying beside.

Brian’s hand moved from Roger’s face to the back of your head and gripped uncaringly at your hair. He pushed you down towards the drummer’s flushed crotch with all that hidden strength he carried, and your stomach dropped and churned. You knew deep down that everything would stop if you used your safeword, but right now on the surface you felt that there was nothing you could do against Brian, and you were completely at his mercy once more. You loved it.

“Be a good girl and suck this one too Y/N,” Brian growled into your ear, “I know you want to- My little pet.” He mouthed at your neck, just above the collar, and bit your skin as if to remind you once more who put it there. “And I know I’ll enjoy this delicious cunny.”

He thrust into you hard enough to make you rock over Roger, and you felt a sweet flood of liquid rush out to meet him. God, that cock was divine: every vein dragging along your walls so you were aware of ALL of him. Brian could take you, use you, and fill your body with his pleasure in any way he wanted. You lived for it, and would crawl back begging for more.

Before he could rut into you again you plunged your neck down and wrapped your lips around Roger’s cock. You’d do anything Brian said; you had to be good before he grew displeased with you. And you’d be lying if you didn’t admit you desperately wanted to show off for him and Rog. You would preen and whimper and take them both, these hugely powerful men, and they’d come undone because of YOU. Fuck that’s what you wanted. You needed to please them.

The drummer hissed in pleasure as soon as his manhood was engulfed in the heat of your mouth, but you didn’t have much time to adjust before Brian thrust again and pushed you further down around his shaft. A tiny gurgle escaped your throat, but you caught yourself and relaxed your jaw as much as possible. Brian laughed lightly above you, enjoying your struggle.

Roger’s cock wasn’t as long as Brian’s, but damn if it wasn’t just as thick. He cut off almost all your air. You forced yourself to forget your gag reflex once again and just let them fuck you, from both ends. You’d never felt so used, yet so appreciated at the same time.

Roger’s slick length plunged into your mouth almost desperately, as his hips thrust up off the bed again and again. He was struggling and searching for his much needed release. You sucked in air when you could and the rest of the time you worked his shaft. The musky salt of his skin was addictive. You couldn’t get enough, licking every inch you could. With Brian pounding your pussy you needed your arms to brace yourself, so you couldn’t use your hands to help. You’d have to get Roger off with just your head.

“That’s it Roggie… good boy. Let go and let us take care of you. Doesn’t her mouth feel good?” Brian egged the younger man on into further desperation with every thrust, and he moaned what responses he could.

“Yes Bri… God! She’s so good. So talented-“ he struggled to form words so caught up in the sensation of Brian driving you onto his cock, “…Eager.”

The eldest chuckled at that one. “Yes she is.”

He thrust particularly hard then and almost pushed your pelvis into Roger’s legs. You couldn’t control the obscene choking sound this time as you swallowed around the thick cock in your throat. Fuck they were brutal, and confident, and almost de-sensitized to their pull over people. But you could tell Brian loved the way you arched your back against his penis to feel him impossibly deeper, thrilled and humbled just to have him use you. And Roger was lost between your wet lips, his throbbing cock appreciating the effort you gave to make it feel good. You’d give them everything you had, and they knew it, but they also reveled in it.

“Tell me when you’re close.” Brian’s voice was rougher when he spoke next, and Roger nodded quickly into the duvet, apparently too lost for words now.

You felt dripping wet between your legs: tight, hot, and fluttering deep inside every time Brian brushed your nerves. Everything was coiled tight and screaming with agonizing pleasure. At once too much and not enough, dangling on that heightened edge until you’d do anything to get what you needed. Brian’s cock stole your thoughts and your free will, until you were simply a pliant, pleading mess aching to do whatever he wanted.

You couldn’t feel your arms and had forgotten how hard it was to suck Roger’s dick properly, it just WAS now. Your mouth was his, as your pussy was Brian’s. The tip of his cock brushed the back of your throat again and again until he found the rhythm he was looking for, and you adjusted accordingly. God, before you met Brian you would never have guessed you liked giving head this much. It was so poignant to feel the tender, swollen flesh of a penis between your teeth and be trusted enough to bring pleasure, even when struggling to breathe.

Roger thrust and moaned until he couldn't take it any longer.

“I’m close Bri…” a raspy voice was just barely audible over the heavy breathing and the slapping of Brian’s skin hitting yours.

Roger’s hips stuttered against the mattress and his thrusts became fast, erratic and shallow. He was throbbing against your tongue, and you knew he wasn’t lying. You prepared yourself for his release as best you could but you were sure there was gonna be a mess.

It didn’t happen though, as just before you were sure the drummer would come undone, Brian’s tenor called your attention.

“Stop Y/N. NOW.”

You did as he said and winced, confused, when Roger shrieked in frustration. It was a loud, piercing thing, cutting deep to your core. The sheer amount of second hand torture made you clench tight around Brian.

“No Brian! Please! PLEASE!!!”

The drummer’s cock bounced desperately in the air, and tears welled up in his long eyelashes. He was a beautiful, writhing, mess. His eyes were shut light and his jaw clenched hard, before opening wide to release another moan of sheer anguish and arousal. You couldn’t look away.

“Sorry Rog… you asked for it.” Brian was uncompromising. “It’ll be worth it baby. Just relax now, feel how swollen and hard that pretty cock is for me.”

Roger continued to shake his head and beg, but you could tell he was coming back from the edge, just as you were now that Brian had stopped thrusting. All that built up energy was fizzling back into your nerves, strengthening for later, and compressing into something huge.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Brian kept talking as the drummer’s chest rose and fell, “Gorgeous after all these years.” A hushed awe crept into his smooth voice. “I can’t believe it’s been so long Rog. And look at us. Look at Adam.”

Roger’s eyes finally opened and flicked around the room. Adam had sat up some time during the debauchery, and was staring at the sight before him with wide eyes and a tortured, but again semi-hard cock. Your heart suddenly twinged as he met your gaze. Everything tonight was too much.

Fuck. You’d almost forgotten all about Adam while you were being filled and used from both ends by two living Gods.

Roger turned back to the guitarist as he continued speaking.

“I know touring is hard as shit, but how could we pass it up? The crowds, the concerts, that fucking rush you get on stage. And all this. Not many people can experience a slice of life like this. You can understand why I wanted it to last a little longer… As you said, ‘You only turn 70 once.’” Brian shifted his weight a bit and pressed his pelvis against you more. His skin was wonderfully sweaty, and you enjoyed the rumble of his voice through the air. “So collect yourself, lie back, and enjoy the fucking brilliance of what we’ve achieved. I’ll let you come properly now.”

The drummer nodded happily, eager to climb to that edge again. “And this time… with Adam?” His voice was soft enough for everyone to tell it would be Brian’s decision if the singer was allowed to join or not.

“Yes, of course. He’s been a very good boy don’t you think?”

Roger nodded again, the almost childish gesture looking strangely endearing on his bearded face.

“Adam- “ the singer looked excited as Brian continued, “Feel free to join in. Maybe those lovely lips of yours can keep Roger from moaning so much.”

The younger man grinned like he’d never wanted to do anything more. “Yes Sir.”

Adam crawled to lay right beside the supine drummer, dragging his swelling cock against your hand and his thigh in the process. As soon as he got in position, as if he couldn’t wait any longer, Brian started to slowly thrust into you once more. He rose up higher on his knees, stretching your entrance in a wonderful new direction, and towered over your prostrate form and the two lying men. You turned your head to look at him, ignoring the uncomfortable stretch of your neck.

He was covered with a sheen of sweat that made his chest stand out, proud and mighty above you. The light dusting of white chest hair was more matted than you’d seen it before and sticking to his skin. Saliva pooled in your mouth and you had the sudden urge to lick all those lovely droplets off him, but it was impossible at the moment.

Brian looked like a God, with his sharp, regal features displaying the full confidence and power he carried deep inside. Your heart pounded. You loved this; you loved when he could finally feel good about himself. See how you, and Roger, and Adam, and millions of people all over the fucking planet adored him. And he adored you back.

You could feel him inside, taking your body and using it to feel this way. You wanted so much to give yourself over, to please him. With everything. Your mind as well, falling as you did so easily under his spell. You swallowed the pooled spit and were aware of the cool weight of your collar on your neck. Fuck, how happy you were to belong to this man.

“You ready to come again baby girl?” Brian had arranged his lips into the most attractive smirk you’d ever seen.

“Oh God… please Sir.”

Brian’s grin spread, overtaking his whole face in a predatory snarl. Immediately your core squeezed with pleasure, and you drew your gaze down to dip below his throat before it all became too much.

“Such a kinky little thing Y/N… always desperate for my cock.” He threw your head down and started hammering into you again, pushing all the air out of your lungs every time he filled your hole, and you moaned loudly without a care how wanton you looked while he grunted. “I’m glad you know who you belong to.”

God. Fuck. You did know. You belonged fully to Brian, body and soul. His pleasure was your pleasure, and you ached to please him. Your walls spasmed already as his cock plunged in and out of you: a dripping wet pussy made to worship his length.

“Get back to sucking, pet.”

Brian pushed your head down again and gripped your collar as he fucked you. His huge hand moved your lips to Roger’s tip, still sticky and wet from being edged so mercilessly, and guided you to take him in.
Your head spun as you tried to take in all the sensations: Roger’s taste once again in your mouth as you forced yourself down on him, and Brian’s thick cock filling your cunt. It was much the same as it had been the first time, but Brian’s thrusts were much rougher, and more insistent, chasing his pleasure towards completion this time too. As if he’d completed his duty and was rewarding himself by tearing you apart.

The drummer’s moans were even more desperate, but now throaty and muffled by what must be Adam’s mouth. The singer’s hand wandered towards the base of Roger’s shaft and gripped what you didn’t have your tongue on, shifting back and forth to fondle the full, heavy ball sack there as well. God, Roger’s penis felt unbelievably hard and full, practically pulsing with every heartbeat. With the two of you working him he wouldn’t last long.
And that was clearly what Brian was betting on, because he wasn’t pacing himself at all, and having refrained from an orgasm all night you knew he must be close. The bedroom was filled with wet slurping and slapping as he let himself finally lose control and take what he wanted. What was his. To be that primal, dominant beast you keened before.

Holy hell it was hot, and your willing arousal coated his shaft more than enough. You felt tight everywhere and your muscles were starting to shake with need, the pressure and pleasure building rapidly to where it had been previously. Your clit almost hurt it was so swollen, flaring with desire every time Brian’s big cock dragged against it.

“That’s it baby, suck Roger’s prick nice and deep,” Brian grunted as he thrust, “You’re so good for us. For ME.”

His tone sounded so fucking depraved and sinful, you couldn’t get enough. You wanted everyone to know you were HIS, and that you belonged to him in every possible way. You let a whimper work its way out past Roger’s cock and weakly pushed your ass even higher to feel more of Brian. Be good for him while he took care of you.

The words seemed to set Roger off as well, for his hips started to buck wildly beneath you as you choked on his cock. He pulled away from snogging Adam, and took a shuddering breath. You sucked him down harder then, almost forcing the orgasm, to finally push him over that peak of pleasure. All it took was a few more shallow thrusts before he shouted a desperate warning.

“Fuck, Bri, I’m coming. I’m come- FUCK!”

The drummer’s cum came hot and fast into your mouth and down your throat, filling you with his pleasure until you couldn’t take any more. And then it kept coming. His release spilled from your lips and dripped down your chin all over the cock it came from, coating Adam’s hand in the process. You coughed and sputtered, removing yourself when you couldn’t breathe, and dropping a whole lot more ejaculate onto the mattress. You were burning and embarrassed by how messily you’d handled that, but the men didn’t seem to care.

Roger’s softening cock spilled its last drops just as Brian continued to rut into you, and grunt a final wish.

“Happy fucking Birthday Rog.”

The speed of his thrusts increased, and his grip on your collar tightened now that you were finished with the drummer. He pulled back and restricted your airway enough that you stopped thinking of anything else, the cum on your chin or the gaze of a watching singer. There was just Brian, and his cock dragging so heavy against your walls.

“Good girl Y/N… You did so bloody well. So perfect… Now come for me.”

You cried out pathetically, and a moan was ripped from your throat as Brian smashed the head of his cock into your cervix again and again. You were stretched so wide and stuffed so deep with every thrust. He owned you. He gave you everything you needed. You were nothing but a vessel for his indulgence.

“Come on Baby,” Brian growled like an animal as he filled you, “Come on.”

“Oh- Brian! Sir!” You were shouting nonsense, overcome and about to explode as every single nerve in your body flared with burning heat. All you could think about was Brian, your master. “God- FUCK. Please Sir… “ Your breath sped up even further and you knew you were lost. “Ahh!”

You came with a back-breaking convulsion, moaning on Brian’s cock as your legs turned to jelly and your cunt squeezed again and again. You were sure you’d collapsed on top of Roger at this point, landing on the sticky come that still painted his skin, and still tasting his salty musk on your tongue.

And still Brian kept going, using your quivering hole to bring himself off. Gritting his teeth and growling sensually into the heat of the stuffy room. Your face was pressed into Roger’s stomach as he pounded you into him, and your open mouth moaned again through the drummer’s soft flesh as your orgasm rolled on.

“Please Sir- fill me, claim me.” You whined, riding the filthy pleasure of the men seeing you submit so fully in front of them. “I need your come so bad.”

You did what you could to push Brian to the edge as well; you knew how much he liked to hear how desperate you were to be his. Especially in front of his bandmates, who were watching every last move.

Brian pulled your collar taught against your trachea and brought your head back to arch your spine almost off of Roger as he found his release. You couldn’t breathe at all, but you didn’t care. He was so caught up in his own pleasure that he’d almost forgotten about you for the moment and was simply using your body. It was everything you wanted: to help him lose control.

“Good baby girl…” Hot come started to paint your insides, stuffing you impossibly more full with everything he had to offer. And it was a LOT. “…Take it.”

Brian had denied himself for so long that he was milking absolutely everything he could out of the high, pumping into you until you could feel it running down the back of your thighs. It was perfect. Nothing would ever feel better than being filled and used like this. By a fucking rock star, who was also the sweetest and most caring man you’d ever met, when he wasn’t pounding you into submission. How could you not give him everything?

Just as Brian was starting to still, collapsing atop you with a low groan, you heard Adam’s breath hitch. The guitarist was sated, but the sounds didn’t stop. You opened your eyes for the first time since your orgasm had shattered your insides, just in time to see Roger finish the singer off, adding even more to the mess on the bed. His cock twitched, spent, as it struggled to empty for the third time that night. Three handjobs and three orgasms: the man was a marvel.

Everyone just lay still, trying to catch their breaths after the incredible rush of endorphins. Your own head was still spinning mindlessly, as you relaxed into the tender pleasure Brian’s cock had left between your legs. You were tired and numb, floating on the most wonderful mood where your thoughts didn’t seem your own. Your eyelids closed of their own volition, suddenly heavy, and you just focused on the callused hands that ran up and down your side. You’d never felt safer, and more wanted.

Chapter 63: Morning Moments

Notes:

Small Daddy kink warning, but just in teasing conversation. I don't think it warrants an alternate, but please if you disagree let me know!

Here's a bit of a short, introspective chapter for you. It can fit on it's own before what I have planned for the next one. Hope you enjoy! Sorry the writing has slowed down a bit... don't worry I'm still very into this story. I just have a lot of other stuff going on!

xox -DBM

You awoke to the soft putter of gentle snoring, and something tickling your upper cheek. Your thoughts were hazy with sleep. Every limb felt heavy and unmoving, so you stayed still and waited for a moment, until your memories of last night came back and you could relax as your mind made sense of it all.

Your body was warm, too warm really, but you still couldn’t move. It felt like a hot, heavy weight was pressed up against your side and over your chest. A scent of slight musk and sweat filled your nose… so achingly familiar now, but indescribable. Your foggy brain grasped the strand. It was Brian then. Draped over you like a lead blanket. You definitely couldn’t move now, even if you wanted to. What was a little heat and sweat compared to the hold of a drowsy Bri?

In addition to his own fragrance, the room still smelled like sex. You must have slept in the same bed as… everything… had happened in. You couldn’t remember much after your mind-shattering orgasm. Just the feel of Brian’s skin against yours. Perhaps he had cleaned you up and tucked you in, before curling up beside you under the covers. Your heart fluttered and your chest clenched under his weight.

The thought of the beautiful, caring man whose curls covered your face made your skin tingle. You were more aware now, trying to feel every sensation of him against you, holding you, claiming you even in his sleep.

But you felt everything else as well. The dry, caked evidence of his possession between your legs. And the spattering of Roger’s on your stomach. Perhaps not cleaned and tucked in then. More like expired and passed out on.

Your stomach clenched in a whole different way.

This was real rock and roll. Bloody hell… was Roger still here?

You opened your eyes to get more information, and immediately regretted it. A sharp, blinding pain shot through your forehead and forced you to shut into blackness once more. Fuck. This was gonna be a killer hangover. And probably worse for Bri and Rog, who had absolutely pounded the drinks back last night.

Seeing could wait for later… for now you took a deep breath, memorizing the way Brian’s arm felt pressing down on your lungs. His snoring was close to your ear, and somehow utterly adorable. The gentle in and out so supremely human. Just the repetitive rhythm—

Wait, come to think of it. The pattern wasn’t right. Roger must be here too… close. You could hear his own additions beneath Brian’s. Both snoozing soundly: tired, after a big night. They didn’t harmonize so well with each other while asleep.

God you didn’t want to get up. What time was it? Obviously late enough for the light to have blinded you. You doubted anyone closed the curtains before bed.

Fuck it. This wasn’t your problem. You barely knew the schedule as it was, and the temptation to snuggle back up against Brian’s soft chest- even if it was currently smothering you a bit- was too much. You pulled the sleeping giant a bit closer and tucked your legs up around his, relishing the long, unconscious sigh that interrupted his snoring. Your face fit perfectly against his neck. Truly, even with the sweltering heat and the dried cum on your body, this felt perfect.

You relaxed into the scent of Brian again, and let yourself get lost in the comfort of his body. Sweating, dirty, and slightly unable to breathe under his chest, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

…

You must have drifted off to sleep again, because the next thing you remembered was the frantic voice of Adam in your ear as he stumbled through the doorframe. Well, you guessed at least one person managed to move from the bed last night.

“Y/N,” he whispered harshly, as if trying to wake you but immensely sorry for it, “It’s already 12 o’clock. I’m sorry to wake you but you’ve got your first appointment in an hour...”

Oh, fuck. He was right. Your groggy mind went spinning into mild panic, which woke you up, but still couldn’t persuade you to disturb Brian. You were confused as to why Adam knew this information and your jaw set into a square as you processed it. Of course you were grateful... but you couldn’t help a feeling of guilt settle in that he had to be the one to remind you.

There was subtle laughter, probably because Adam saw your puzzled face peeking out from between Brian’s mop of curls. “I know cause it’s me.”

Instantly you were relived, and let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, bringing Brian’s arm down on your chest. That was a lucky coincidence, or a very thoughtful Adam.

You finally opened your eyes, wincing at the once again bright sunlight, and looked towards the singer. Your head was throbbing already.

Adam didn’t look too much better than you thought you did. Though if anyone could make puffy, squinting eyes look good it was him. He smiled at you with a sweetness that pierced through the hangover. The man was an angel, and you tried your best to return the favour. You blinked slowly as some sort of thanks for the information, and then flicked your eyes back and forth to Brian, trying to convey your dilemma.

Adam’s grin turned a bit cheeky then, and he gave you a wink. “What... are you stuck?” He almost sang the words, in a soft whisper. “Don’t want to disturb Daddy?”

You flushed red and burned even hotter at his teasing, trapped under the weight of Brian, who was somehow still fast asleep and snoring away. You felt embarrassed, and put on display, but your core warmed again with that familiar pleasure. In the moment you couldn’t bring yourself to regret your slip of tongue last night. You liked him knowing you belonged to Brian- knowing who and what he was to you. And the glimmer of understanding and mirth within Adam’s teasing made everything alright.
You mouthed the words ‘Yes, if you must know’ slowly and deliberately, while arranging your face into mock annoyance to play along.

Adam chuckled silently. “You’re gonna have to do it eventually... but I do understand your reluctance. The man doesn’t sleep enough.”

You shook your head minutely, definitely agreeing was the singer. You honestly didn’t know how Brian did it. He was as healthy as an ox: strong and solid enough to make you tremble. It was all you could do to keep up with HIM. You could easily forget his age if he didn’t keep bringing it up self-consciously. The only things that gave him away were those glorious white curls.

Well, actually, now that you thought of it that way, you were forced to stop kidding yourself. You weren’t most concerned with waking Brian up… you just didn’t want to leave his arms. His soft skin covered yours and you felt so owned, so cherished after last night that you couldn’t bare it end.

But it needed to. Or there wouldn’t be any more of these moments to come. Brian and Roger could sleep the day away and wait for their hangovers to pass, but you had a job to do. You were here as a physical therapist- officially- and you needed to keep appearances up.

You struggled out from under the guitarist’s chest with as little sudden movements as possible, trying your best not to wake him. Satisfied and pleased when you saw you’d accomplished your mission, a longing pulled at your heart as Brian frowned in his sleep and rolled over into the warmth you’d left. He was utterly adorable; you wanted to give him the world.

As soon as you tore your eyes off Brian’s sleeping form a shiver ran through your body and reminded you of your nakedness, and the mess that still covered your skin. Your cheeks reddened again in front of Adam. And the upright position gave you a rush of nausea.

However, the arm offered by Adam made things simple. You took it and let it pull you up and out of the bedroom, leaving the older men to out-snore each other. As you were led towards the bathroom you thought again how lucky you were to have Adam here. With you now, but also on tour in general. You couldn’t imagine how it would have felt last night had he not been there. You would have been even MORE nervous, and waking up this morning would have been terrifying. Not to mention the fact that you would have missed your first appointments.

You were caught up in all this a bit too much and had jumped in headfirst with Brian, who had been doing it for years, and probably had forgotten how much of an adjustment it could be. From one look in Adam’s eyes you could tell he remembered the feeling all too much, and was kind enough to help you through it.

He said nothing, and wasn’t judgemental at all when he guided you towards the shower: just smiled and left you to clean yourself up. You washed your hair and cleaned the remnants of last night’s pleasure as quickly as was possible with your aching head, and took a few minutes just to enjoy the hot water run down your skin. God you were sore too- tender in all the right places. Your hips, thighs, and the spot in between all carried reminders of Roger’s birthday. A night to remember indeed. Even your ass still throbbed, probably most of all. Just in that one area where Brian’s teeth marks marred your skin.

You couldn’t help the shiver that tumbled down your spine under the water. The thought of those sharp, slightly crooked teeth biting into your skin was still so poignant. Brian’s pointed canines that you loved so much leaving their claim on his little pet...

Oh! Your mind suddenly whirled and you clutched up to your neck, finger’s scrambling to search for the collar you’d forgotten about until now. You found it, and the panic in your chest settled as fast as it’d come. You didn’t know what you’d do if you lost it, even if that wasn’t much of a threat in Roger’s hotel room. You’d got used to the feel of it so quickly. You loved it and were hopelessly addicted to what it represented. Hopelessly devoted to Brian.

As you exited the shower and finally looked in the steamy mirror, that same collar sat around your neck so perfectly you had to trace your fingers over it again. Everything was tight in your chest and you felt every breath. Here, now, in this hotel bathroom... it all hit you once more. All your emotions and joys. The sheer breathtaking pleasure and happiness like you’d never known.

YOU... little Y/N- a nobody cheerleader from Dallas, working her way through a college degree- were trusted enough to be here. You belonged to Brian now... because he wanted you. You were ENOUGH, and that feeling coursed through your veins and filled every waking thought. Enough for a man such as him. Wasn’t that the biggest complement of all? You could take everything he needed to give you, and give him what he wanted in return.

You looked at the bruises now too, and the bite marks and hickies. You even turned to see what was indeed a clear teeth mark on your bottom, and an almost giddy grin spread across your face at the sight. Why did it give you such a rush to be used this way? It was like you were under his spell: bewitched to need each scrap of attention he gave you. Every rough pull and selfish thrust. Every painful mark of possession. You loved it all.

As you put on another hotel robe- not knowing or caring what had happened to your bikini- you pondered all this and more. The man sleeping off far too many drinks in the bedroom wasn’t aggressive or domineering at all. He was thoughtful, patient, and endlessly caring... but there was something inside him that snarled for respect. Something he needed to get him through the tough spots, a kind of reward for the efforts and accomplishments in his life. Something that let him feel powerful, something that you brought out to play. And it was a something that called to every buried urge and fantasy in you.

God how you wanted to jump back onto the bed and help with anything his hungover head needed. He shouldn’t have to wake up alone after giving you all such an amazing night. But you needed to fit in with this tour machine for his sake, so you didn’t cause any problems. At least Roger was there.

Adam was having breakfast cereal when you came out of the bathroom. He’d also cleaned himself up a bit. He offered you a bowl, tilting his own and raising his eyebrows in a silent gesture, but you shook your head. You were too nauseous to eat.

You thanked Adam again as you left the suite and told him you’d see him soon in your room for treatment. The robe felt soft against your skin, but not as soft as Brian’s curls did. Your collar was stiff on your throat and held water from the shower underneath it, making your neck clammy while the rest of you dried. Brian was sorely mistaken if he thought he was gonna get you to take it off. Let everyone fucking know. You were his and you were damn proud of it.

Chapter 64: Hangover Remedy

Notes:

A whole lot of fluff here. Enjoy!

Adam knocked at your door soon after you’d set up the massage table. You’d looked at the calendar and seen that he was experiencing some shoulder pain, and you would soon find out if that was true or not. Not that you minded either way.

The singer greeted you with a big, lovely smile as you let him in. You loved how he always seemed to be in a good mood, although this morning it was pretty understandable. Even with the hangovers you both sported last night’s activities were enough to leave you more than satisfied.

“Hello Y/N,” Adam greeted, “Long time no see.”

You chuckled lightly at his joke and stepped aside to allow him into the room. “How are you feeling now Adam?”

“Not bad really… considering.” His eyes met yours, blue and shining with meaning. “Got a killer headache though.”

You directed him towards the table. “Me too. How are the party animals doing?”

Adam grinned at your description of Rog and Bri as he sat on the cushion. “Not so good I think. They were starting to stir before I left, but I didn’t get much more than a grunt out of either one of them. I ordered them some things for breakfast though, so hopefully that arrives before they’re regretting their choices last night too much.”

A brief twinge of worry shot through you at that. “Do you think they regret it?”

“Oh no honey, don’t you worry. Not that.” Adam was quick to dismiss your fears, probably sensing how easy it was to feel insecure in the presence of such men. “I just mean the alcohol. I’ve seen enough with those two to know that they’re both too kinky for their own good. There’s no way that they regret what happened last night.”

You let out the breath you were holding, relieved to hear his assurances. “Oh… good.” You didn’t know quite what to say to that. “I’m glad. You’re more experienced with those two anyways.”

Adam shook his head. “I’m really not. Last night was the first time we’ve ever done anything like that Y/N.” You’d guessed as much, from his reaction, but didn’t want to interrupt the singer as he kept talking. “I don’t know what the fuck happened. I mean, I got hints that Brian and Roger used to get up to all sorts of trouble together, but never with me, and never so blatantly. And Brian… shit.”

The look on his face was easy to recognize, for you wore it yourself most of time in the guitarist’s presence. The familiar weight settled in your gut. You nodded at Adam, showing him you understood and encouraging him to continue.

The singer swallowed. “It’s like you’ve brought out the old Brian. Like you’ve reminded him that he’s a sexy bastard who can do whatever he wants.”

You fought the urge to moan at Adam’s words. Hearing other people praise and go gaga for Brian, especially this man who had accepted your feelings right away, stirred something inside you. You wanted Bri to get all the adoration he deserved and wanted.

A blush reddened your cheeks. “I don’t think it was me…”

“That thing on your neck says otherwise.” Adam tilted his chin down and flicked his eyes from your face to your collar. You instinctively brushed a hand over the cool leather as he spoke. “That’s new to me. Haven’t seen him use it before.”

Your stomach flipped and spun. God, just the thought of being even slightly special to Brian was enough to make you feel like you were floating. He was your everything, and to be his something was amazing. You swallowed and felt the collar once again at your neck. HIS.

“…I didn’t want to take it off.” Your voice was hushed as you spoke, and you were almost embarrassed with yourself until you heard Adam’s answer.

“I don’t fucking blame you; not with the way he looks at you in it. I’d even wear one of my own. And apparently Rog would too.”

Your eyes widened as your brain suddenly switched topics. “Oh my God, yes. That was sure unexpected wasn’t it?”

“Eh… not really. Not when you spend more time with them. Lord knows Rog gets annoyed with a lot of Brian’s quirks and campaigns but there’s something there for sure.”

“Well it certainly wasn’t new to them. And it made for a fucking great time.” You shook your head fondly, even as fire burned inside you from getting to talk about two rock legends this way. “…Are you ever gonna lie down?”

You smiled a bit cheekily at Adam then, as he was still sitting on the massage table, and watched the way he playfully rolled his eyes before taking off his shirt and settling down on his stomach like he knew you probably wanted.

“That’s better… now you’re having soreness in your shoulders?” You glanced at his muscular, tattooed back as he replied.

“Yes, a bit, and I also just wanted to talk to you to see how you would be doing with everything…” You started to work out any knots in his muscles as he explained. “…Now that you’d been with us a few days. I didn’t expect last night to happen, but it’s a good coincidence.”

“Definitely, that’s so nice of you Adam. I was pretty shocked when you woke me up this morning but it’s nice to have someone looking after me… just don’t think I’ll be a burden.”

“I know you’re not Y/N, don’t worry, and I’m sure Brian’s looking after you too.”

A little tickle of joy burst into your chest at Adam’s words. You knew Brian was indeed looking out for you, helping you in the ways he could- not least of which was to bring you on the tour- and keeping you close to him at all times. Whether that was for selfish reasons or not, you were very grateful. It meant more time with Bri. There was one problem though, and you smiled to yourself as you thought of it.

“Yes… but not from himself.”

Adam’s shoulders tensed underneath your palms, and you worried without eye-contact he’d misjudged your tone even before he spoke.

“Is he making you feel uncomfortable?”

“No! Of course not!” You quickly backtracked and cursed yourself for even causing the thought to pass through his head. “Probably the opposite really.” You couldn’t actually describe how Brian made you feel. “He’s… perfect. He has this way of pulling you into his orbit. It’s like I feel more than I ever thought possible. I’m more ME than I felt comfortable being before. It’s hard to explain.”

You resumed your massage as Adam relaxed, though you could sense he was still holding on to something.

“That’s good… just—“ He seemed to search for the right words, only to give up shortly after. “Just- be careful, okay? Don’t lose yourself, because from what I’ve seen you’re an amazing person.”

Again your chest tightened, but not in a good way this time. Adam’s words stung more than they should have, because they were true. And you knew it. He was trying to warn you without being patronizing or making it seem like you weren’t able to handle yourself. Remind you that this would be over in a few weeks. Your heart sank as you remembered. All this magic- the floating, wonderful feeling you got with Brian- would all be finished when the tour was.

Your lips set into a firm line as you tried to act like the words didn’t affect you and kept working Adam’s shoulder. He was just saying everything you tried to tell yourself, trying to save you from getting hurt at the end. But it was impossible not to get caught up in Brian. You’d already lost that battle. The only thing left to do was enjoy it as much as possible while you could. That’s why you were wearing the damn collar.

“I know Adam…” Your voice was shaky and weak, burning at your throat as you tried to disguise your anguish. “…it’s just hard.”

The singer was silent for a moment, and then let out a sigh as you pressed into a particularly tight spot.

“I get it Y/N… and I’ll always be here if you need.”

All the muscles in your face felt hard as you tried to process the gratitude and turmoil inside, but you managed not to break your voice. “Thank you.”

…

The conversation continued throughout Adam’s appointment and you worked out the knots in his shoulders. It may have been his plan to talk to you during this time, but he also certainly could use some attention. You made a mental list of exercises for him to do to loosen and stretch his arms and neck. Maybe it was tension held from singing or dancing, you didn’t know. In any case you were pretty sure they would help.

When you were done you gave his friction-warmed skin one final rub and patted your palms on his back. Adam sat up and rubbed his eyes, and you smiled at the red cushion imprint left on his face. “You’re all finished Adam, hope that feels better.”

He rolled his shoulders a few times to get a feel for things again and then returned your smile. “Thanks Y/N… it actually really does!” He grabbed his shirt to put it back on.

“I’ll give you some preventative exercises to do as well.” You grabbed your pen and a piece of paper and started to write them down. “If anything doesn’t make sense just let me know and I’ll explain better. Usually I’d demonstrate them but we’re almost out of time.”

“No problem! We did talk for a while.” Adam winked at you and waited a moment for you to finish writing.

You handed him the paper and he hopped off the massage table.

“Thanks Y/N,” Adam said, “For everything. For being so open to it all last night, and for the treatment. You know… it’s not exactly the reason Brian stole you away, but just after that I can tell you know what you’re doing.”

You felt yourself blush, and pride blossom in your chest. It was really just a simple appointment but you were hugely pleased that Adam could sense your knowledge. You could do a good job here, despite the… complexities… of your hiring.

“You’re welcome- come see me anytime. And thank YOU for making this appointment with me in the first place, and for waking me up this morning.” You shook your head at yourself for that one. “It was much easier to have you there with me last night. Thanks for staying.”

“Oh honey,” Adam laughed, “You don’t have to thank me for that. I wanted to more than anything. I’ve been waiting for Brian to notice my hints for a while… but he’s oblivious sometimes. I wasn’t even sure he’d be comfortable with it. It’s a good thing Roger finally bit the bullet and got us all together.”

You chuckled lightly and agreed wholeheartedly, smile stretching across your face. Roger was definitely more observant most of the time. The mirth passed back and forth between your eyes and Adam’s blue ones, until his pupils flicked down to your neck.

“By the way, you still haven’t taken that off.” He motioned to his throat to explain.

Your own hand trailed up to drag along the edge of your collar, and you wondered if you’d already started to form a habit. You liked the reminder that it was still there.

“Oh yeah, thanks. I wasn’t really planning on it…“ You voiced the decision you’d made earlier, but were now somewhat re-thinking it. “…unless you think I should?”

Adam’s expression lost some of its humour. He looked at you for a second, and the corners of his eyes lowered a bit. You felt almost embarrassed for some reason- even though he’d witnessed everything last night. It was like he’d just seen that your nonchalant answer earlier had been a lie, and you were indeed getting too caught up in Brian. A flare of personal denial filled you, but it was quick to pass. That was the truth anyways.

He held up his hands and took a step back. “Hey, you’re the one who has to decide what to do. You probably know what he wants best. Just remember people may ask questions, so be prepared to answer.”

The ‘He’ in this scenario was easy to guess. You were always focused on what Brian would like, and apparently that fact was obvious even to Adam.

You nodded.

Adam gave you one last smile. “Good. I know you don’t need to be told what to do… at least by me.” Some cheekiness returned to his face with the last remark, and his eyebrows bounced suggestively. “Meet me back in Roger’s room after you’re done. We’re gonna have some work cut out for us with those two, but I feel we should help after them giving us an experience like that.”

“Of course, thanks again.”

Adam waved lazily as he left your room and left you with a tiny weight of worry in your stomach. Were you putting Brian at risk with your stubborn pride? Just because you wanted everyone to know you were taken? Of course, there was nothing on the collar that connected you to Brian- not that you’d mind if there was- but it was a bit too thick to look like a regular choker. And that wasn’t something an AT would wear during treatment anyways.

Still- it was so very tempting. It wouldn’t prove anything, and rumours were much more likely to affect your reputation than Brian’s. He was the one who'd led you through the halls on his arm that first night, and who serenaded you in front of the entire sound check crew. He clearly wanted the others to back off. If Brian was allowed to show his claim on you in such ways, why weren’t you? The people who worked here wouldn’t ask questions, and if they did, you just wouldn’t answer.

You would let your work speak for itself. So what if people questioned your involvement? You were still a damn good AT.

You steeled your jaw as you made up your mind once again, sterilizing the table and waiting for the next person to arrive.

…

There were only two more appointments after Adam’s, both of which went well. Neither of the men mentioned anything worrying, although there wasn’t as much flirting as you’d expected. You walked back to Roger’s room feeling confident in your place here and in your ability to do your official job. And with the weight of your collar around your neck, you felt a little more assured in your unofficial job as well.

You knocked quietly on the door and waited a brief moment before it opened to reveal the relieved face of Adam.

“Y/N! Finallly! Come on in.”

“Hello again Adam.”

You walked into the room and immediately saw two slumped forms on the couch, sitting around various plates of half-eaten breakfast and watching the TV. They looked so rough, the poor dears, that your heart lurched in your chest.

Both Brian and Roger were dressed in nothing but the hotel robes, the necklines of which were falling deliciously low due to their terrible posture. The drummer’s hair looked wet from a shower. Brian’s was a mess. They were holding glasses which seemed to contain the remnants of some hangover cure or other. It looked disgusting, and from their expressions you guessed Roger had just persuaded his friend that it was a good idea.

Once they saw you, both blue and hazel eyes opened a bit wider.

“Hi boys,” you said, smiling wide even though your head still pounded as well.

“Morning Y/N,” Roger was the first to greet you, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him it was 3pm.

Brian held out one long arm towards you, and pulled you closer as soon as you placed your hand in his. “Hey baby… how are you feeling?”

“Not nearly as bad as I thought, luckily, and wonderfully satisfied after last night. Thank you both- and Adam-“ you glanced over to the smiling singer, “-for a wonderful time.”

Roger nodded to answer, while Brian just hummed low and long, before sighing loudly and closing his eyes. “Well I feel like absolute shit. I missed you this morning darling… you promised you’d take care of this fucking hangover.” He bent his elbow and gripped your hand harder, bringing you to stand nice and close, right between his bare, spread legs. The provided robe wasn’t quite long enough for him so most of his hairy thighs were on display. “I don’t know who had the fucking gall to take you from me when I want you, but I’ll need to have a word with them.”

You rolled your eyes, glad that he couldn’t see you do so. Brian could be pretty melodramatic when he wanted to. “I had appointments Bri… It was your idea, remember?”

“I’ll just have to book all your timeslots from this point on then.” You smiled at his dramatics, laid back against the couch cushion with curls spread out. “I’m hurting too.”

God you loved him, looking scruffy and tired and downright sexy with his long bare legs, and then complaining like a baby. You’d do anything you could to make him feel better.

“What can I help you with then?”

“Obviously I’ve got a splitting headache Y/N. It’s bloody agony.” Brian opened his eyes again, and the soft slope of his brow combined with his pouting lips made it look like he was experiencing the biggest hardship any man had faced in human history.

You just about melted; he could bend you to his whim so damn easily it was laughable. You bent down and pressed a slow, tender kiss on his forehead, caressing his rough cheek with your free hand as you did so. You could feel how the wrinkles on his brow settled and vanished beneath your lips as he relaxed.

“Any better?”

Brian huffed softly, “Maybe a bit.”

Chuckling lightly, you repeated the action once more, but pressed your lips to his skin just a little longer. “How ‘bout now?”

“It’s getting there love.”

You were about to do it all again when Roger interrupted. “My head hurts too you know Y/N...” He trailed his words off and leaned towards you on the sofa, a spark of mischief overcoming the hungover haze in his eyes.

A smile spread across your face. “Oh, of course Rog.”

You bent towards the other man’s forehead and placed a kiss there as well, but Brian’s hand didn’t let go. He kept you in place between his legs.

“I thought I’d reserved all the spots Y/N,” Brian said, and you were pleased to see him joking and generally looking less miserable.

“You’re right, you did.”

“Then maybe everyone else should fuck off.” He looked over at the man beside him and smirked.

Roger laughed through his nose and shook his head. “Alright then… I know when I’m not wanted.” He made to stand up, and did so after considerable effort and visible head pain. You watched him waddle to the kitchen and call out to Adam. “How are those eggs coming?”

You turned back to Brian with a fond smile on your face.

“You have my complete attention Bri… I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier. What else can I help with?”

The guitarist’s lips quirked. “I’ve also got a rather upset stomach.”

You felt your face flush, and the traitorous heat of arousal settle between your legs. Curse this man’s constant sex appeal: this was not the time to get worked up.

“Oh, well then let me see if I can fix that.”

You bent down between his legs and kneeled on the carpet, trying not to focus too much on the long limbs and what sat bare between them. You leaned over Brian’s lap and hugged his torso, burying your cheek into the softness of the material, and slowly rubbed his sides until you worked your hand to the opening of his robe.

Your heart sped up and your thighs clenched. It was the perfect place to be, draped over this exquisite man. You still couldn’t believe you were permitted to caress him so.

You pulled the cloth so that his tummy was exposed a bit more, and leaned in to kiss the soft skin there just as you had his head. He tasted of salt and chlorine. And he smelled just like HIM, as he had when you woke up this morning. Brian’s hand came down to pet your hair as you kissed him, and he hummed contentedly.

Eventually you had to pull away, or the temptation to move a little lower between his legs could be too much. “Is it working?”

Your upper body bounced slightly as Brian chuckled. “Yes darling, I do believe it is. You’re the best tonic around.” He patted the now empty space beside him on the couch. “Come here.”

You gave one last quick peck to his stomach before doing as he said, settling next to him and leaning into his side.

“I see you’ve kept this on Y/N…” Brian spoke softly, almost astonished at the words he was saying, and reached up to trace your collar. “…You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” You smiled at him, and leaned into the big palm that had come up to caress your cheek. “I like knowing I’m yours.”

Brian seemed to beam at your whispered words, and pull you even closer. “And I like that everyone can see it.”

You knew it. A flutter ran along your spine. Brian was delightfully possessive.

“But you do have to take it off darling,” he continued. “You can keep it with you and bring it when I ask. Alright?”

You nodded, expecting as much. “Yes Bri.”

“Good girl.” You squirmed at the words as usual, and settled down deeper in his arms. “Also... about what happened last night. I realize I may have been a bit out of control, and if so I apologize.” You sunk into the vibration of his voice. “Was everything alright? I didn’t ask for your colours…”

“It was amazing.” You interrupted before he could criticize himself too much. “More than I ever could’ve hoped for. I was nothing but green Brian- don’t worry.”

You felt him physically relax at your answer, and your heart pattered. “Good darling. I just want to keep you safe.”

“…I never feel safer than when I’m with you.”

The words came easily to your lips, because you believed them with every fibre of your being, but Brian didn’t answer. There was a pregnant silence as he held you still. Maybe he didn’t know how to answer your statement, but you did. You nuzzled against him and just enjoyed his embrace for as long as he’d hold you.

Eventually he swallowed, and a quiet, scratchy tenor filled your ears. “Could you get me more ibuprofen?”

You nodded dutifully, and pressed another kiss to the top of his nose before you stood up. “Of course Bri.” You knew your work today was far from over.

Chapter 65: Massage

Notes:

Hi everyone! Here's another update. It took a while because I published another chapter in my other fic. (If an update takes more than about a week this is usually the case.)

I thought of the premise of this chapter a while ago (and was inspired by some comments), but in light of recent events I wanted to explain something. Obviously everyone here adores Brian and wants him to be healthy. He had a health scare and recently explained it on insta as I'm sure you know. A reminder that shouldn't be necessary: THIS IS FICTION. It has nothing to do with real life events, though sometimes I'm inspired by them. I don't wish to trivialize Brian's injury. Unrelated but just as important... keep fanfic separate from reality!!

Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a bit of a weird one. :)

The burdens of minding a hungover rock star passed without too much hassle. Brian pointed to various places on his body for you to heal with kisses, and you happy obliged. Roger teased him endlessly for being so needy. Adam watched it all with a fond smile. It was truly wonderful- their little unit- and you felt amazingly lucky to be here observing it.

Everyone went their separate ways eventually, after warm words and promises to see each other soon. You didn’t know if nights like these would happen often, or ever again, and there seemed to be no discussion of that, unless you’d missed it during your appointments. You could tell though that the older men were happy despite their hangovers and that Adam was still soaring on cloud nine.

Brian took you back to his rooms with him. They were almost identical to Roger’s, except the bed was made and the tables were clean. You certainly didn’t mind accompanying him; you would hang off his arm for the rest of eternity if he let you. It was nice just to be the two of you again. As much as you loved Roger and Adam there was never as much intimacy when they were around. Brian didn’t show his softer side as easily, not for your sake you didn’t think- though god knows he still hid that from you- but perhaps to minimize to the other two how much he was starting to open up to you. Dare you say how much he relied on you? You understood why. You’d just tried to hide the same from Adam this morning.

But now you were alone and he could complain and you could fuss over him as much as you wanted without feeling embarrassed. You loved doing these things for him, especially when he let you stroke his skin and he showed his appreciation with thankful kisses. It was domestic bliss, the type of which should not be present between a rock star and his groupies. You enjoyed every minute of it.

Eventually Brian grew tired of moaning. He took a lengthy shower and exited looking fresh, revitalized and stunningly sexy as always. The white towel hung low on his hips as he held it up with one slender hand, giving you a full view of his chest, shoulder and stomach hair. The tendons in his forearm flexed when he tightened his grip on the material so it didn’t fall past his flat bottom. Everything about the man was appealingly masculine, and yet delicate. From the way he spoke to the way he walked on those long legs… Actually, speaking of—

You noticed Brian seemed to be limping a bit as he walked, and he noticed your concerned expression as he passed by into the bedroom. He sheepishly told you he had some soreness in his gluts, and only the slight embarrassment on his face kept you from grinning. The dirty old man pulled his arse pounding you into the mattress. He knew it, and he knew you knew it, and the humour of the moment wasn’t lost on either of you. His hazel eyes sparkled with mischief even as his brows dipped self-consciously.

His cock had filled you so good that the least you could do was help.

“I could work it out if you want…” you approached the offer gently, “…Seeing how you’ve booked all my future appointments.” You smiled and winked, bringing up his earlier comment.

You were happy to see a matching smile appear on Brian’s lips, but he shook his head. “I’ll be fine Y/N. You’ve done too much for me today already.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder. “You realize it’s my job right?”

“You don’t need to work baby,” he covered your hand with his and ran his fingers up your arm to flick your collar casually. “This is your job.”

That familiar dark weight filled your gut as he spoke the words and played with your neck: as he basically told you you were here so he could fuck you. He spoke so soft and kind that you felt you were appreciated and cared for, but that was the crux of it. And that fact sent you spinning with shameful desire- but also yearning. You didn’t want it to end. You’d be lost without Brian, without being his baby girl. But, as Adam said, you needed to be yourself too.

“I WANT to work Brian.” You leaned into his palm as it came up to cup your cheek and locked eyes. “In both of my jobs. Please let me be useful this way too.”

You could tell he was caving by the tiny movement of his pupils over the lines of your face.

“You need to be in top shape for the concert tomorrow… and for whatever you want to do to me after it. Let this be my reward?”

Brian sighed, but you knew you’d finally persuaded him to accept your help. “I thought I told you not to waste your reward on silly things.”

However he grumbled, he still moved to lay down with his stomach on the bed.

“It’s not silly Bri. Your bum is very important to me.”

A tiny shock of pride filled you when he laughed. “This is not your reward Y/N. Think of something proper or I’ll think of something for you.”

Well, that was a bonus. The burden of making a suitable choice was lifted from your shoulders after almost 2 days of spinning it in your head. “I would prefer that Bri,” you said as you settled atop him on the bed, straddling the back of his legs with yours, “You know what’s best.”

Brian didn’t say anything to that, just hummed and grabbed a pillow to rest his head on as you worked. You guessed he was content to do so then, and considered the situation solved as you began warming up his muscles.

“This may hurt a bit.”

“It’s okay darling… I trust you.”

The weight of his words pressed upon you that they were about more than just the physiotherapy. Joy surged through your chest, burning up all the stress and worry. You would never willingly do wrong by him and you were glad he knew that.

The massage passed much as it would with a regular client, albeit in a much more intimate position than you were used to. Though the movements were muscle memory for you it was still hard to forget that it was Brian May’s bottom beneath the towel, and his gorgeous, sculpted back on display. When you had to use your elbow to work out the worst of it the resulting grunt was so incredibly sexy you felt yourself flush. No matter if it was his intention or not, the man drove you wild.

Minutes passed with gentle conversation and easy silence until Brian’s phone rang. It chirped with a happy, melodic sound and brought the guitarist out of the slow breathing pattern he’d fallen into during your treatment.

“Would you mind passing me that Y/N?” His voice was scratchy from relaxation.

You quickly hopped off him and the bed to grab his phone before it went to voicemail. The temptation to glance at the caller ID arrived and passed quickly. You needn’t pry into his personal life. You respected him too much for that, and really, he didn’t owe you an explanation for anything. You knew what you were.

Brian glanced at his phone and then to you, a regretful look in his eye. “Sorry love- would you mind stepping out for a bit?” He held up the still ringing phone as if the reason wasn’t clear. You were disappointed of course, especially considering what you’d got up to on the last phone call, but nodded and hurried out the room. The latch closed just as you heard Brian’s opening words.

“Hello darling.”

Of fuck- no, it couldn’t be. You tried to maintain your cool even as your limbs went numb. Sure, Brian called a lot of people that pet name, but in this context… God you shouldn’t be listening to this. You needed to move away from the door but your feet wouldn’t budge.

You heard him chuckle through the door, unaware of your internal struggle. “Yes- I’m doing well enough. You know I don’t partake much anymore… even for Rog. We had a little celebration and a quiet night.”

You didn’t know if he was actively hiding the truth or if what you’d done last night was indeed a small celebration for an experienced rock star. The more you debated it in your head, the more unsure you were. If he was talking to who you thought he was talking to either could be true.

“How are you? It must be getting late back home… I miss you terribly.” Brian’s voice took on that soft, caring tone that melted your heart, and this time it certainly wasn’t for you. You felt dirty inside. Your gut twisted painfully and something finally broke, allowing you to leave the other side of the door.

You clenched your fists, ashamed of yourself for eavesdropping, and stalked to the kitchen as Brian was presumably informed of various happenings and events that he’d missed. In his real life with his family and friends: his home. Not with the silly girl pretending to be domestic in some random hotel penthouse.

Your stomached dropped and rolled, uncomfortable and nervous. You were being ridiculous, lamenting here and pacing in circles. This was what was going on the whole time! You couldn’t keep pretending your relationship was fully acceptable, apart from the obvious age gap. Brian was cheating on his wife every time he slept with you. Every time he placed a kiss on your lips. You were an active member in all of it, and had been from the moment you laid eyes on him and wanted him- no matter the cost.

Still, it wasn’t nice to be reminded you were the other woman. Especially when you knew you were too weak to stop.

The only solace came from the fact that Roger and Adam were part of it too, and therefore maybe there was something you didn’t understand. Or maybe it was an unspoken pact that what happened on tour, stayed on tour. Though one night of fun was a bit different than spreading your legs every time he beckoned your way. You were the one who relished in and saw to every impulsive urge and fancied yourself important. You were the one who could ruin everything.

Or maybe all this anxious worry wasn’t due to your moral compass at all, but because you knew you weren’t the one who Brian would come home to. You weren’t the one he wanted to spend his life with. You weren’t the one he loved.

And that was perhaps the worst thing of all.

Strong woman your ass. Here you were sulking in the kitchen with a gaping hole in your heart.

After about 5 minutes you heard Brian’s voice through the door again. It had picked up an energetic quality and carried to where you were sitting. In your strife you automatically snapped to attention and tried to make out the muffled sounds.

“Well I’ll let you get to bed then.” Brian’s words carried. “Enjoy your sleep now that I’m not keeping you up all night.”

It was true: right now it was you who he kept up all night. You wondered if it was for the same reasons, and an unwarranted twinge of jealousy snapped. You hit a fist against your own thigh for thinking such things; SHE was not the one in the wrong here. Though you did know she once stood where you did.

“…I should call more, but you know how my mind forgets these things.” Your ears were straining to hear. “…Yes. Love you 'Nita. G'night.”

There was a short silence after Brian confirmed your suspicions and bile rose in your stomach. You felt like you were gonna throw up. Did he tell her? Did she know? Was she okay with this? Your mind spun with a thousand questions that you’d never ask. It wasn’t any of your fucking business unless Brian thought you should know.

The door opened, and you quickly pretended you weren’t focused on the bedroom. When Brian stepped out, still wrapped in his towel, you looked at him and smiled as if nothing happened. Who could blame you if it didn’t reach your eyes.

He certainly held himself as if there was nothing to worry about: clutching the cloth in his slender fingers and teasing you with his bare chest as he leaned slyly against the wall. You noticed how his bracelets dangled on his wrist- the only piece of clothing he currently wore. You swallowed thickly.

“Sorry about that baby.” He smiled and showed you his teeth. “Were you done the massage?”

You were determined to make your voice seem normal. “Yes, just about Bri… don’t worry about it. You’ll feel better tomorrow.”

It was a bit scratchy, but you did pretty well. Brian nodded at your answer. Then he raised an arm to beckon you over to him, just as he always did. “Come here darling.”

‘Darling’… the pet name still flooded you with happiness when he used it. The same name he used for his wife. You walked over to him as he stood still.

You looked up at him: tall and beautiful, grinning with all his attention on you once more. What was wrong with you that you couldn’t clearly enjoy it as you did minutes earlier? There was nothing you could do about it- this was all you were. So you should make the most of it. He was fucking Brian May. You were a greedy woman for wanting all of his heart when most would clamber to get a piece of it.

Brian ran a hand along your shoulder. “Well... I would much like to continue our session… but perhaps not today.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, and you couldn’t ignore the spark inside if you tried. “Cuddles and tele?”

You smiled and nodded, and wondered over to the couch after Brian said he’d throw some clothes on. It was everything you’d ever wanted. Your heart was bursting in your chest. He’d never offered this before and you were overjoyed at the development. But you couldn’t help but worry that it was too much.

When Brian returned in his soft T-shirt and shorts he plopped into the cushion and pulled you into his lap and against his chest. How could he tease you like this if he knew how much you cared for him? If he knew how you could never let him go.

Brian relaxed, sighed, and wrapped his warm arms around you.

And if he noticed the hesitant tremor in your body he didn’t comment on it.

Chapter 66: Sweet Treat

Notes:

Hi all! Here's another somewhat fluffy chapter for you. The smut will come soon! I hope you enjoy :)

Slight Daddy kink warning at the beginning- not explicit.

Brian carried on keeping you for company- and playing with you at night- as if everything was perfectly normal. He was so wonderful that you’d forgotten most of what it felt like to hear him speak to his wife by the following evening, as he was pounding you into the mattress after another show well done.

Adam had been particularly suggestive with his movements and teasing during the concert in Detroit: bowing and swaying on his knees in front of Brian. You needed to remember to thank him for winding the guitarist up so well because the fucking you’d received was particularly intense. The singer was probably hoping he’d be on the receiving end himself but Bri must have wanted to make him wait. So he took you instead.

You’d moaned and cried his name out reverently once more, lost in that incredible completeness as he’d filled you. Chanting “Daddy, Daddy!” so shamelessly to drive him mad with need. Clutching his strong shoulders tight as he rutted above you. Coming hard around his thick cock. Feeling proud and useful when his warm heat spilled inside you, always inside you, so you knew that you were his.

It was so magnificent that you almost forgot he wasn’t yours.

The only reminders came from the dreaded necessity of sneaking about: of secrecy. Not with the trusted crew, or the band- when Brian kept you close with a large hand always on your skin, or on your bottom if he was feeling cheeky, as almost a threat daring anyone else to try- but with the public, the arena staff, and the press. You couldn’t walk hand in hand through the hotel lobby. You couldn’t kiss him after rehearsal. You couldn’t tell your friends and family about the incredible man who was changing your life.

So it was a bit of a shock when Brian asked you to accompany him on an outing a few days later in Canada. Your mouth dropped open and your brows knitted in confusion.

“You want ME to come?” you said, “What?”

Brian chuckled at your surprised questions, always enjoying seeing you like this. “Yes darling, I’d like get out and explore Toronto a bit. And I’d enjoy your company.”

It sounded like a dream- almost a date with Brian. Your heart expanded even as your mind tried to work out the inherent problems.

“In public? Together?” You realized you were spouting very fractional sentences, but Brian didn’t seem to mind.

“Yes Y/N!” He laughed, “I’m allowed to go outside you know… I’m a normal human being.”

He said it as a joke, but you thought it was best to refrain from voicing your thoughts. He simply WASN’T normal. You sensed it was kinder not to mention that normal people didn’t have to say so.

“Of course Bri, but you and I… together—"

He cut you off. “We’ll go as friends, and people will be none the wiser. I’ll bring security of course… maybe wear a hat…” he winked, “and we shouldn’t be bothered too much.”

You were still a bit shocked at the way he was speaking: so blasé about the whole thing. Sure, you guessed- now that you thought about it- he had relaxed significantly after the days spent together. He was perhaps a little too touchy than would be considered normal, occasionally seeming unable to stop himself from wrapping an arm around you. You rather liked it if you were honest, because you knew he was an intelligent man and would know where to draw the line. He didn’t let you wear your collar all the time so his hands and the bruises were all you had.

But perhaps you’d been silent too long, for Brian eyed your expression and spoke again.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” His voice became soft and uncertain. “Don’t you want to go?”

The always-present, shallow-buried insecurity he carried started to creep onto his face. Your heart clenched as you pictured what his overactive mind had likely conjured as reason for your silence. Of course you wanted to go. Of COURSE you wanted to spend time together. Of fucking COURSE you weren’t embarrassed to be seen with him. The dreaded thought of feeding his insecurities easily outweighed any hesitations you had. What mattered was his happiness.

“I’d love to go Bri.” You knew this truth would get through at least, as you stared into his deep eyes. “I’d love to do anything with you.”

The 'I love YOU' stalled on the edge of your lips: formed, but unvoiced.

Brian smiled, and his worry faded. “Excellent… then there isn’t a problem baby. Everything will be fine.”

You were glad that he trusted you now- that he believed what you said. You would never lie to him about your feelings. You wore your heart on your sleeve for him to take, and break, as he pleased.

Brian always sensed what you felt; he could play you just as well as any guitar. And currently, he could tell you were still hesitating.

“There’s something else in that clever mind Y/N... Tell me, please.”

“It’s nothing Bri… just worried about what people will say. I don’t want to cause any problems, or make any trouble for you.”

You looked up into his gaze as he listened to your concerns with a tiny smirk.

“How about you let me worry about that?”

He took your hands in his and dwarfed them, surrounding your skin easily. There was something about him, about his tall body, big hands, and gentle eyes that made you feel so safe. Like nothing could ever hurt you when he looked at you this way.

There were so many things that could go wrong, but Brian seemed more powerful than any of them.

You nodded, felt him absorb your worries, and tightened your cheeks into a smile.

A light rumbling came from Brian chest as he chuckled at your reaction. “That’s a good girl… my good girl.” He tilted his head. “Always thinking about my best interests aren’t you?”

You nodded again, for that was certainly true.

“I can handle myself Y/N,” he said. “Nothing that could happen would ever be your fault. Okay?”

You took a deep breath. He could say that, but it wouldn’t fully stop you from feeling it. Still, you trusted what he said. His reassurances made you feel alright about accompanying him. You’d wanted to anyways, but now you didn’t feel so bad about it.

“Okay Bri.”

He had the ability to make you happy and content again so easily. Already you were looking forward to the day.

Brian smiled at your smile and rubbed your bare arms. “Any last questions before I whisk you away?”

You didn’t really- not when feeling so warm and fuzzy in his arms- but something did randomly come to mind and slip from your lips without much thought.

“…are you really going to wear a hat?”

The timid dismay and disapproval was clear in your voice, though you did try to hide it. You hated the thought of wrecking those gorgeous curls but certainly didn’t feel it was your place to tell Brian how to dress. Even if he chose your outfits with increasing regularity. If it was up to you the man would wear open shirts every day.

Lucky, Brian just laughed again and pulled you closer, leaving a pecked kiss on your forehead. “No baby.” He cupped your chin in his palm and dragged your head up to seize your lips this time. A hum left his throat when you opened for him so easily, even now, and he couldn’t resist a quick nip at your lower lip before giving you a cheeky grin. “It does one's ego good to be recognized occasionally.”

…

A few hours later you found yourself wearing the little red sundress Brian had given you and following one step beside him as he led you through the sunny streets of downtown Toronto. He was dressed in an open, blue button-up and black shorts that showed off those gorgeous legs, finished off with the classic combination of black socks and white Superstars.

The shoes were aptly named, because as you walked in front of his security guard- Phil, as you’d been introduced- and people turned their heads to look, Brian seemed very much like one.

You’d driven in the car close to wherever Brian’s destination was and then had been dropped off by Allan on the sidewalk. There was no struggle to find parking when one had a personal driver.

Brian walked swiftly enough that people wouldn’t be tempted to stop him, but slow enough not to leave you behind. So far there was no mob or squealing fans following, but a fair number of people had stared in unsure recognition. Again, you decided that Brian was a victim of his own uniqueness. His stature, hair, and the way he carried himself stood out among a crowd even if millions hadn’t bought his records.

You felt a little exposed as you followed beside him, even if nobody was watching all that closely. It was only fair you supposed; you weren’t used to much attention. Brian on the other hand was obviously prepared for the focus he drew, walking and smiling at those who recognized him but still determined to reach whatever your destination was.

It turned out to be an ice cream stand, which made sense considering what you knew about Brian’s sweet tooth. He ordered three cones for himself, you and Phil and dropped a $50 bill to leave towards a very generous tip, claiming it was the only Canadian note he had. After stuttering thanks from the worker and a wink from Bri you settled down at a nearby table. His face was cast into shadow under the umbrella.

“This is rather pleasant eh Y/N?” Brian parodied the local dialect without meaning to. “Glad you came?”

You smiled and took a lick of your ice cream, resisting the urge to moan as the sweet strawberry flavour hit the spot on such a hot, sunny day. “Oh yes… you were right,” you turned to look at him, “As always.”

Brian grinned and went back to devouring his own cone, but you didn’t miss how his eyes followed every movement of your tongue. Leave it to him to find a simple snack break arousing. However, from the way his own mouth moved over the ice cream, you weren’t much better off. You focused back on your treat. It wasn’t the best idea to start anything here.

Brian’s foot came to rest against yours under the table, and when you glanced back at his face he raised his eyebrows. A wicked glint swirled in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let you off that easily then- the dreadful tease. Your panties were sure to be soaked by the end of this outing.

“I was thinking we’d visit a few places today. Perhaps a young woman’s eye could help me pick out some new stage shirts.”

God, that was a lot of fucking pressure. But the thought of Brian modeling outfits for you was too good to resist. You nodded.

“Excellent, thank you.”

Brian thanking you for such a service was a ridiculous notion. However, his eyes bored into yours and his full lips pulled into a little smirk. You knew at once that he had more on his mind than just a simple shopping trip, and your stomach flipped under your thin dress.

You ate your ice creams amidst pleasant conversation and teasing: both trying to tempt the other while maintaining a façade of platonic acquaintanceship. Brian’s hand slid across the table to brush fingers with yours: the rough pads drumming on your skin casually. Just that touch was enough to send your nerves tingling.

You finished your treat before Brian did, probably due to nerves as you sat cross-legged and he leaned back in his little chair so attractively casual. In seeing this, he asked you a question.

“Would you mind taking a photo of me Y/N?” He grinned at your surprise and elaborated. “To post on Instagram.”

Ah yes, the butterflies kept flying inside you. Brian’s blessed Instagram with all its adorable personal content. You’d lovingly followed for many a year- never dreaming that you’d be on the other side of the screen.

Brian handed you his phone, held his cone aloft and smiled in what just might have been the cutest pose you’d seen that day. It was such an innocuous task, yet you still had to will your hands not to shake.

He thanked you when you returned the cell- not bothering to check how the picture turned out- and shifted a bit in his chair. “Now one for us… c’mere.” The accompanying smirk heated your insides.

He held out one arm in clear invitation for you to place yourself within it. Again, there was nothing wrong or dangerous about what he was suggesting, but a lump formed in your gut nonetheless. A tiny feeling of danger and naughtiness just from the secret shared between you.

You shuffled your chair closer to Brian and leaned against his torso. Even here you fit snug under his arm. He could have asked Phil to take the photo, but, Bri being Bri, he elected to wrap his long limbs around you and attempt a selfie.

Both arms came out to grasp his phone so you were essentially enclosed in a hug; he had absolutely no compunctions against holding you so. Brian seemed to be enjoying the feel of your body against him for the brief period that he had an excuse for it. He took his time framing the shot and getting the angle right… from below your chins apparently. Someone needed to show him how to take flattering selfies. Brian might look cute with a double chin but you certainly did not.

Click- the digital sound reached your ears as it captured a snap of this moment forever. The first picture of you and Brian. How silly it was to have this be the place for such milestones.

You saw your two faces flash on the screen briefly as it saved: yours beaming in delighted appreciation, a slight nervous set to your mouth, and his smirking wide with deep, dark, fiery eyes. His cheek resting on your head. It was rather good, even with the odd angle. You looked unmistakably his.

Brian put the phone down and left his arms around you a few seconds too long, lazily licking his almost-gone ice cream. He slid his other hand down your side as he lowered it, adding a cheeky pinch to your backside as his expression let nothing show. Your eyebrows shot up though, when you felt it. Brian couldn’t resist leaving a little reminder.

You were frozen, caught up in the proximity of his exposed chest as you watched people pass by and try to hide their curious stares. You felt ALIVE.

“Good,” Brian spoke behind you, and reminded you the purpose of coming so near. “Thanks Y/N.”

He didn’t tell you to move, and therefore you didn’t do so. Your chairs sat close together. That was it though- there was nothing wrong with that.

Once Brian finished his ice cream he turned to you. “Ready to go Y/N?” You agreed and he stood up, suddenly towering over you. His hands traced your shoulders and gripped your upper arms to help you to your feet. Phil stood up too, having been mostly silent during the conversation but ever-focused.

“Let’s see what else we can find today.” Brian spoke aloud as he started walking, sliding his hand even further down your arm to grip your hand and pull you along. He held your hand for a tiny moment and squeezed your fingers before letting them drop.

There were a few people waiting at the edge of the seating area as you exited, and they eyed Brian with such excitement that you knew what they were waiting for. They nervously asked for autographs and/or selfies and told him over and over how much they loved Queen and couldn’t wait for the concert tomorrow.

Brian was in his element, absorbing the praise and admiration humbly, and speaking to each of the fans with patience and kindness. You hovered behind him as it all happened: proud and a little in awe as he addressed his adoring public. He looked so tall and gorgeous: posing with each person, signing his name with practiced ease. Brian deserved all the recognition he received. So long as it didn’t get to be bothersome.

Some of the people stole quick glances at you, looking confused or curious, but they mostly ignored you for the rock star in front. You nervously shifted from foot to foot as Brian finished with the fans and Phil kept watch. The life of celebrities was certainly interesting. You recalled Brian’s words to you earlier… Normal person your ass.

Finally, Brian decided he was finished with the ever-growing crowd and raised his voice to apologize for having to go. He promised everyone a great show tomorrow and thanked them for their support. You were once again impressed with his eloquence.

He spun away from the group and pressed a hand to the small of your back to bring you with him. Phil made sure you weren’t followed. All in all it was a rather pleasant affair, really. The fans got the experience of a lifetime and Brian the little confidence boost and ego stroke he secretly craved.

And best of all, you got to walk away with this man, who could tease and tempt and yet hold himself so grandly in front of so many people. This would surely be an outing to remember.

Notes:

What will these two get up to I wonder? Sorry if this seemed like a non-substance chapter... I had to split it in two. And if the end seems a bit rushed I'm sorry- it's 3:20 AM! I just wanted to get this out tonight. <3

Chapter 67: A Fitting Foray

Notes:

Daddy kink warning!

This one is LONG. It should probably have been two chapters, but I couldn't find a good place to split it, so ENJOY! I certainly did writing it :)

After a bit of a walk through the streets Brian led you into a clothing store- some designer company that you’d never heard of. From the little frown and shrug he gave you, Brian didn’t know it either. The displays in the window looked interesting though, and of very high quality. As you walked in you looked around and noticed there were no customers in sight. The whole feel of the place was not what you were used to: obviously expensive and not for college students of your calibre. The type of place that Joe Average wouldn’t enter. Luckily you were here with a millionaire… though he looked almost as out of place as you in his shorts.

The woman at the counter greeted you with a questioning look, and you suddenly had the urge to tuck yourself under Brian’s arm. You refrained of course, but the nerves still sat in your stomach. You didn’t belong here.

The shop worker eyed Brian much the same as she did you, and her eyes flicked briefly to Phil who was standing outside before landing back on the white curls of the man obviously in charge. If she recognised him she didn’t show it.

“Can I help you with anything?” Her voice was pleasant enough.

Brian smiled and answered. “Nothing specific thank you… just looking around.” He continued further into the store, not bothering to accept her assistance. You followed like an obedient puppy while Phil remained near the entrance. You supposed he would wait there until you were done.

It was a large store with at least two stories, judging by the staircase on your left. They had a variety of men’s and women’s clothing, placed sparsely as these expensive places did. Brian was drawn to the fine trousers and- obviously- button ups.

“What do you think Y/N?” he asked, “Anything jump out at you?”

You swallowed hesitantly, and spoke, very aware that the woman would be able to hear, “Umm… I’m not sure. Maybe you choose a few and I’ll rate them?” Brian had thrown you into the deep end without any suggestions at all and you were trying for a lifeline.

Annoyingly, Brian shook his head. “I want to know what you think I’ll look good in.”

“You’ll look good in anything.” The response from your lips was immediate, as was his resulting smirk and wink.

“Flattery won’t work this time, come on. I’m curious what you’ll pick.” He patted you on the shoulder and ended with a subtle squeeze. It was almost patronizing, showing you that you weren’t going to win this one. Another game rigged so he’d be the victor.

You murmured a grumbling “fine” under your breath and felt a twinge of arousal when Brian chuckled. It was a good thing you liked letting him win.

“I’ll leave you to it then- don’t want to ruin the surprise. I’m gonna go look somewhere else.” His fingers brushed your back through the thin sundress as he left. The damn man was always such a tease.

So, here you were, tasked with picking out an outfit for Brian bloody May. No fucking pressure. Still, it was nice that he valued your opinion and trusted you enough to make good choices.

You surveyed the rack of colours and took a deep breath. What would Brian like? What would look good?

You immediately pictured all your favourite aspects of his attire. Buttons- open buttons. You should pick something flowy that would hang off his broad shoulders enough to gape at the neck and show his prominent collar bones and sexy sternum, but was still tight enough around the middle. Can’t hide that lithe frame… or your favourite tummy. Not too tight though, or Brian wouldn’t like it.

Fuck! You rifled through the tops. It was impossible to tell how the shirts would fit when they were on the hanger. …You’d have to see Brian try them on. Suddenly a delicious anticipation grew in your gut. That would be perfect indeed.

You grabbed a few to try- one dark with little polka dots of white, one a shimmery blue, and one brilliant white. He’d glow wonderfully in all of them under the stage lights. As you took your stock you realized Brian hadn’t told you a size. Was this another one of his games? You shook your head to no one in particular, full of fondness. The man’s brain was a work of art.

You held various options up, trying to judge from experience the rough size of Brian’s frame, and settled on grabbing a few sizes of each shirt. Who could fault you if some were too small? You rather thought you’d enjoy that- imagining Brian practically bursting out of a much too small shirt that pulled at the buttons over his tummy and wouldn’t even close over his chest. You felt wetness pool between your legs. Yes, two could play at this game.

Did he want bottoms too? It wouldn’t hurt; you stepped past the dress pants and over to the jeans. Sure, Brian could wear any of them. But if you were picking, he was going to wear the tightest fucking jeans possible to show off those legs. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips on its own accord. And that mouth-watering cock. The few customers that had trickled in since you’d been looking would likely see a minxy smirk on your face if they looked.

You grabbed some approximate sizes just as you had for the shirts. You were a little proud of yourself actually. You’d certainly called Brian’s bluff, if that’s what it was. Now to find him and a suitable changing room.

As if by plan, the man himself walked up behind you at that very moment. He had a bundle of his own tucked under his arm and shielded from your view, most of it red.

“I see you’ve been busy.” His tenor was rich and smooth as he eyed your collection. “Found some good prospects?”

God, was the man ever not attractive? Just from the casual confidence, standing and talking to you under the possible gazes of the sparse customers. Brian’s upper lip twitched and you knew he could see the desire in your eyes. “Yeah I think so.”

“Excellent…” his free hand reached out to sneak down your side, trailing ever so lightly to make you follow for more as he stepped in front of you. Your heart beat high in your chest as you trailed him through the store: shuffling with the big pile of clothes that dwarfed your tiny form while he strode tall and glanced back to enjoy the sight.

Brian caught the attention of the sales assistant. “I’d like a room please.”

Her eyes shifted to the clothes you carried, and then back to him. There was only a slight hesitation before she answered. “Of course Sir- right this way.”

You had a weird feeling in your stomach. What the hell was her problem? She’d been eyeing Brian strangely the whole time, and by now you’d decided it wasn’t in recognition. Fucking terrible taste in music then.

And the way she looked at you, almost disdainfully, really rubbed you the wrong way. You didn’t know what the hell she’d decided your relationship was but you suddenly couldn’t stand her judgement. You followed her and Brian up the stairs to what turned out to be an entire level of private fitting rooms, all the while cursing her in your mind.

You just wanted Brian to hold your hand, or pull you close and kiss you right in front of that damn woman to shut her up. Grab your waist to let her know that you were his. Protect you and show you off on his arm.

But he couldn’t.

God you needed him to fuck you hard tonight. You needed that reminder now, after a day of having to pretend there was nothing. You were desperate to be his again.

The saleswoman unlocked one of the large dressing rooms- almost a proper room of its own, bless these fancy establishments- and allowed you to place the clothes inside. The walls were covered in mirrors and there was a soft bench inside to match the one outside in the waiting area.

Brian thanked her as she left, glancing back at the pair of you one last time and stating to ring the bell if you needed anything. Yeah right, you didn’t need a single thing from her.

You felt a warm hand on your bare shoulder as she left and turned to look up at Brian, who was grinning widely. The irritation you felt for the woman faded as you looked into his eyes. Beautiful hazel irises that sparkled with intelligence and deep, wide pupils that practically radiated heat. So long as he looked at you like this, it didn’t matter so much what the rest of the world thought.

After a few seconds Brian pulled you into the fitting room with him and locked the door. You’d thought you would be waiting outside for him to model the various selections, but as he pulled you in for a heated kiss and backed you up against the wall you quickly realized that was not the case.

You felt yourself wet immediately, pure want and arousal flooding through you as his tongue pushed into your mouth and his torso pressed against your breasts. Your muscles relaxed and your body sagged in his hold, plaint to how he wanted you and only being held up by his grip. You couldn’t help the little moan that escaped your lips. Perhaps you wouldn’t have to wait until tonight for that reminder after all.

To your immense disappointment though, Brian pulled away. He held you still and buried his nose in your soft neck, leaving a trail of wet heat with his tongue and nipping lightly at the delicate skin. Your breath hitched.

“I’ve been waiting so long to taste you again baby girl,” he whispered against your skin, leaving tiny bites everywhere he pleased. “Wanted to hold you close and let everyone know that you’re fucking mine.” He pushed against you even harder. “But I guess this’ll do.”

One last smothering kiss that stole your air and then he stepped back, leaving you panting and flushed and so fucking desperate for him that it hurt.

“Strip Y/N. We’ve both got some things to try on.”

You were still frozen against the wall. What did he mean- both? Your eyes flicked to the red pile that Brian had brought with him and you berated yourself for being so oblivious and naïve. You should have seen it miles away, but he spun your head so much it was hard to keep up.

Suddenly embarrassed by your surprise, you doubled down. “You too Daddy.” It came out a bit snarky.

One big, grey eyebrow rose. “I am. Watch your tone.” Brian’s words were clipped and commanding, sending a tremor down your back. “And keep your voice down in here.”

You nodded, silently pleased to be put in your place. You wanted him to own you right now; you needed to be his. Every nerve pulsed in anticipation as you took off your dress under his heated stare.
His eyes traced your curves as they always did, and the primal, instinctual satisfaction you felt was as delicious as ever. It was pure, sweet delight to see that he wanted you.

“Good girl.”

And that was even better.

Brian held up what he’d chosen for you, and your heart fluttered. It was nothing special really, considering you wouldn’t have much opportunity to wear anything super fancy, but you loved it nonetheless. You loved it because he’d obviously picked it based on YOU.

It was a short, white, flowing summer skirt that you knew would feel wonderful in the breeze and a dark red- his colour- crop top with a boat neckline and shirt sleeves. It looked rather sporty, and cheerleader-esque, but you could wear it on the average day without much problem. Plus, it would show off your legs and leave access to the toned torso that Brian loved to touch so much.

Perhaps you wouldn’t wear it as readily as the other dress he’d given you, but you’d don it happily for him. You could be his personal cheerleader whenever he wished.

“Looks cute Bri,” is what you actually said, and took the hangers out of his hands. “Thank you.”

He was very pleased you liked it and replied huskily. “You’re very welcome darling. You’ll look cute IN it.”

"The whole pile there is for you,” you pointed to the shirts and jeans you’d chosen for him, “try anything you like."

“Right.”

You watched Brian pick through his clothes as you put on the skirt and top. Once again you were impressed with how perfectly he’d got the size and you hoped that your estimation was as good. It wasn’t quite fair, you told yourself, because he was always holding you and wrapping your body in his arms. You couldn’t hold Brian if you tried: partly because he was a huge tease and wouldn’t always let you, but mostly due to the fact that he was like twice your size. It wasn’t as easy to tell when you couldn’t feel everything at once.

It didn’t take you long to slip on your outfit so you decided to watch in silence as he tried on the first shirt. The black one with polka dots. It was always tempting to see his bare chest: lean, strong, slightly hairy, and with the perfect bump of tummy. Your mouth watered just from the sight of it. Plus- to make matters worse, Brian had grabbed one of the small shirts.

Your eyes were glued to his fingers as they struggled to close the lower buttons (upper buttons didn’t exist to Bri), even while the material pulled tight across his shoulders. It was clearly too small. He finished two buttons before quickly sighing in defeat; they were tight and left a gap of skin between them. Then he stared, looking down at his stomach, as his long curls fell in front of his face to hide it from view. A forced laugh left his throat and filled the air. You braced yourself for his reaction.

“What’s the reason for this?” He looked at you, and the tightness in your chest lightened when you saw it was full of humour. He morphed his face into a fake pout. “I’m flattered, I guess, but the last time I could fit into this bloody shirt was probably thirty years ago.”

You thought then, of Brian as he had looked in the early 90s- just starting to fill out into the man before your eyes. While he was absolutely gorgeous as a rail-thin waif, you were very happy that you had more of him to love now. More weight to press you down and keep you safe.

A smile spread to your cheeks. “You didn’t give me your size Bri!” You looked to his face of disbelief, and chuckled at the thought that maybe he DID just forget. Absent-minded professor that he could be. “I got a few sizes of each, just to be sure… that’s while the pile’s so big.”

He stared at you for a few seconds longer, like he couldn’t decide whether to find it humourous or appalling. You, on the other hand, were trying to contain your smile and refrain from swooning at the sight of him in the tiny shirt. He looked so BIG, like this: filling every last inch of the fabric and more with gorgeous, milky skin.

It took a few moments of him watching your trembling hands and flushed chest- so exposed due to the neckline he’d chosen- before his lips crept into a smirk. “You like this Y/N, don’t you?” His voice radiated sin.

You felt your cheeks physically heat as you nodded and looked at the plush, carpeted floor. You couldn’t do anything else.

“My kinky little girl- somehow turned on by the sight of a fat old man.”

It suddenly occurred to you that this all could have gone very wrong. You were extremely grateful that you’d built up such trust over your time together. Brian had come a long way with his stomach insecurities to joke like this with you, even if there was a hint of sadness in his tone. You forced yourself to make eye contact once more as you threw every ounce of sincerity you had into your words.

“I’m turned on by the sight of a gorgeous rock God, like most women.”

“Mmm hmm… and if I wasn’t a…” he quoted the next words with his fingers, “…Rock God, would you still be so willing?”

That was it- the crux of his insecurity. You were shocked you got the chance to discuss it. Here. In some random fitting room in downtown Toronto. Maybe the light, joking atmosphere and the unusual location made it easier for him to discuss- easier to pass off as a whim.

“Of course I would Bri.” You stepped closer to him like it would somehow bring comfort.

“I know Y/N… It’s just-“ he paused what he was saying, as if struggling to release the words. Brian looked into one of the many mirrors around the room, grimaced, and then flashed his eyes to another as if it could possibly show him something different.

Brian’s words eventually came. He pursed his lips. “I don’t know what you- or anyone- sees in me. You think I’m special, deserving of some sort of admiration… and I’m ashamed to say sometimes I feel that way too.” His eyes bored into yours. “But I’m not. I’m just an old man who’s controlling, needy and obsessive. Is that what you’re attracted to?”

He stood there, all towering height and broad shoulders, like it was actually a question what you’d say.

“Yes.” You stated it imploringly. “God yes. If you weren’t a rock star you’d still be the most attractive astrophysicist I’d ever laid eyes on.” He opened his mouth to speak again, but you kept going. “And if you weren’t an astrophysicist you’d be the most attractive animal campaigner ever. Stereophotographer. Writer. The list goes on. And if you were none of those things you’d still be the sweetest, most kind, caring, intelligent, wonderful and sexy man I could find. I love you for YOU Brian. Nothing else.”

By the end of your tirade, you had stepped right up in front of him- almost challenging him to disbelieve you. Brian’s eyes were wide, shining brilliantly green in the bright fitting room lights. There was something there that you’d never seen before. Almost… fear? You couldn’t place it. The brief unknown glimmer buried itself in your heart even as it filled with something you knew much better. Lust. WANT. The pure, heady, animalistic need Brian had to take and own that which he desired. To collect and hoard and keep the things that made him happy. To make sure everyone knew they were HIS.

In a split second everything came crashing down. You found yourself back up against one of the mirrors again, the cold glass chilling your exposed midriff as Brian’s warm hands pressed at your throat and your chest.

As he plundered your mouth and thrust his tongue against yours like he was trying to consume you, it struck you what you’d said in your speech. In the heat of the moment, caught up in explaining your feelings for Brian. You’d just told him you loved him. There was no way he missed it. Poor, naïve Y/N caught in his web and quickly, hopelessly in love with a man who could never return the favour. You wanted to curl up and die at the thought of embarrassing yourself like this… except… he was kissing you with more passion than you’d ever felt before.

His hands tightened and he grabbed roughly at your tits, squeezing and moulding them in his hands. He pressed his lips so hard against yours you couldn’t breathe: taking you, claiming you with such needy appreciation that what you’d said must not have bothered him. He certainly wasn’t holding back. Perhaps you were such an open book that he’d known for days.

Perhaps your confession had strengthened him, and he couldn’t resist tasting the delights of a woman who gave herself so fully to everything that he was.

His kiss became increasingly rough and you became increasingly pliant. This was exactly what you’d wanted for hours. Just to be his. You brought your hands up to the exposed part of his torso, rubbing the vast expanse of skin like it was the most precious thing in your life. You felt his softness even as his hands were hard on you. You felt everything. Every wonderful part of him.

With your palms on his chest, Brian returned the favour and moved his right hand from your breasts to lift your skirt and plunge his fingers under your panties. He found his prize with well-practiced, expert precision and you trembled against him, clenching desperately at his fingers. The left hand stayed on your neck.

Brian growled- growled- deep as he felt your wetness and thrust his hips up against you, rutting his hard cock against your bare stomach.

He finally released your lips and groaned as you sucked in the air you’d been missing. His lips stayed near your cheek, sending his low, dominant voice directly into your ear.

“Good girl”, he drawled, enjoying your ready, slick folds with his fingers, “I can’t fucking wait any longer. You’re gonna have to be quiet.”

Your head was spinning with arousal and all you could feel was what he was doing to your body. You needed this- you needed HIM. A pitiful whine came from your throat as you nodded. You knew what he wanted to hear even before he requested it.

“Green- please Daddy… fuck me.”

It was whispered with the reverence and submission he so deserved, and you felt like you were floating even as Brian pushed you to your hands and knees on the plush bench. He settled behind you and ran his hands down either side of your torso, drifting over your arse and abruptly flipping your skirt up out of his way. You felt so deliciously dirty, every muscle held tight in anticipation of being taken in public like this. By Brian. Because you were his.

You could see in the many mirrors just how slutty you looked when he pulled down your soaked panties and left them wrapped around your knees. You loved it; you got off on seeing yourself like this, presenting your ass on the bench for Brian. Giving yourself completely.

There was a vicious, dark hunger in Brian’s expression as he practically ripped open the few buttons he’d managed to close minutes ago. As he unzipped his fly and pulled out his long, hard cock from his shorts. He stroked himself impatiently, because he couldn’t wait a second longer to be buried inside you, and at the same time pulled his pants lower to free his heavy balls as well. He was fucking gorgeous, in every possible way.

Your hole quivered as Brian pressed the tip of his shaft against your soaked entrance. He tried to keep the volume of his voice low as he spat it through clenched teeth. “Such a perfect girl Y/N… Who do you belong to?”

He needed to hear it one last time, and you would gladly indulge him. “You Brian…” you pushed back against his cock ever so slightly, “I’m yours Daddy.”

He pushed into you hard, and the stretch was so much your legs started to shake before he bottomed out. You felt SO full, so stuffed and claimed, that you couldn’t help but moan at the perfect pain. Immediately a large hand clamped over your mouth.

“Quiet baby,” Brian hissed, still adjusting to the feel of you so tight around him, “I love your little sounds, but now’s not the time.” His other hand settled on your hip. “Just open those bright eyes and watch as Daddy fucks you.”

You looked up into the mirror in front of you, and desperately clenched around his cock when you met Brian’s dark eyes in the reflection. He stood over you, face slack in pleasure from being buried to the hilt between your legs. The small shirt was splayed open so you could see every delicious inch of his chest. The tendons in his arms were taught as he restrained himself from thrusting and held your mouth closed. You saw in the reflection how his palm covered nearly all of your face, and you nodded. How could you disobey such a man?

The hand at your lips moved to join the other on your hips once Brian was satisfied you would be silent. And then he started moving. His thick cock dragged along all the firing nerves along your slick walls as he pulled out, and then he slammed in and filled your again until he hit you so deep that you didn’t know where he ended and you began. He was everywhere: all-consuming with his hands on your hips and his cock in your body.

You watched it all.

He was magnificent, thrusting into you hard and quick- like he couldn’t bear to be outside you for even a second- before plunging in deep and relishing in the way you squelched around him. His beautiful lips hung open as heavy, pleasure-filled breaths fell through them. With every thrust his bottom lip wavered up and down, working his strong jaw and the muscles in his neck.

You rocked on the cushion with every strong hit of his hips against yours, pulsing and clenching inside while struggling to hold yourself up on increasingly shaky arms and legs. Brian’s pace was fast and direct. You didn’t have much time. It would be a quick and dirty fuck: naughty and dangerous because neither of you could contain yourselves.

It felt so good to take Brian like this. To be bent over any available surface and submit to be ravaged when he couldn’t resist the need to claim what was his. YOU did this. You brought out the beast he so secretly reveled being.

You closed your eyes and got lost in the pleasure of being filled and stretched, letting your mouth fall open in a silent cry for more.

But Bri wasn’t having it. “Open your eyes,” he said in that gruff voice, consumed by his own pleasure, “And don’t close them again. Look at how good you are for me.”

Your eyes locked with his in the reflection once more, and he bit his lower lip. His beautiful smile lines pulled up on either side too, giving you a hint of that smug delight you loved so much. His eyes were bottomless.

You did look at yourself next, as he’d asked, and shivered at the sight of the new white skirt pulled up and your tits bouncing and falling out of the low neckline every time Brian thrust into you. You looked like the biggest slut in the world. Dark heat pooled very higher inside you at the shame, but it was all for him. Deep, forbidden attraction rushed through every fibre of your being. But your eyes were still drawn back to Brian.

His soft stomach bounced slightly every time he moved against you, squishing into your arse as he pressed himself deeper and deeper. It was suddenly the most erotic thing you’d ever seen. The view from the many mirrors gave you more angles to see his stunning body. You couldn’t look away; the coiled pressure in your core tightened even further.

What the fuck was wrong with you? You loved him so much. To see the tiniest imperfection on such a god made him seem so human. The softness, the insecurity, and the trust he showed through giving you this part of himself was worth more than the powerful legs and commanding stage presence. It was SEXY. It was HIM. And it enhanced the stunning sight of his form in the mirror beyond measure.

You pushed back against his thrusts, silently pleading for him to take you harder, and he did.

“Such a good slut for me Y/N,” Brian’s voice was a mix between a growl and a whisper, “Look at you. All mine.”

You arched your back at his possessive words, chasing that sweet release on his cock. Trying to find the blinding ecstasy only he could give you. You were close- so close- and so was Brian, taking you hard and fast. Chasing his own pleasure: needing to fill and mark you as his. His fingers dug into your skin harshly, reminding you how much he needed this. They would leave bruises tomorrow.

From the side mirror you could see how his thick cock split your folds. How he pushed you open and made you his. It was wet, so wet. Your aching pussy looked so tight around him, and you watched at the same time you felt each thrust deep inside you. His heavy balls swung between your thighs. He looked perfect. Masculine. Powerful. As his taught bum clenched and he thrust into you.

Your mind was lost in the feeling of him. In the thought of him. Your muscles tightened and pulsed around the hard member inside.

You thought you could break your silence now, for he’d stolen most of your breath anyways. “Take me Daddy, please,” you whispered through his thrusts, as the pleasure built and built. The heat between your legs was immeasurable, driving your every thought and impulse to please Brian. To be good for him so he’d make you come and fill you with his warmth. “Please Daddy.” It was a quiet plead.

Brian threw his head back at your begging, and the look on his face pushed you so close to the edge you were trembling, buzzing with energy and pleasure. “Touch yourself pet…” he grunted softly, only so as not to be heard through the door, “Come on Daddy’s cock like the dirty girl you are.” You did as he said and rubbed your clit frantically, almost falling over as he continued to take you from behind. You were both animals in your need for each other.

That brief pressure on your bud was all you needed. The first twinge of your orgasm rippled along your walls, and then heavenly contractions tore through you and let you feel every inch of Brian’s cock. You pulsed and clenched hard around him even as Brian kept going, strengthening and elongating your fall. It was immense, gratifying, all-consuming pleasure to be his.

“That’s… my good… girl.” Brian was struggling to praise you properly while so close to his own release, but for that reason you loved it all the more.

You looked at him as your orgasm started to fade, and for once got to see properly what he looked like through his own. His eyes were hooded, almost closed, and his mouth slack in overwhelming ecstasy. From your position below you could see the slight jowls of an experienced man, and the wonderful lines in his face shaping into pure bliss. Even his nostrils flared a touch. He was gorgeous, and you admired every movement of his skin as he finished inside you.

The wave of heat coated your insides just as a low moan left that open mouth, stretching his lips wider slightly. His fingers locked you tight against him with tiny, short thrusts as he finished. The pulses of so much come filling you until it dripped out down the heavy balls it came from. And you could see it all- bless these mirrors. Your spent cunt clenched once more around him. You’d never felt more owned. You were marked as his once more. In the middle of a public store. It didn’t get more real than that.

Brian swore as the pleasure washed from him, and he finally released your hips to rub comforting circles on your back. “I hope you know what you’ve done Y/N. You drive me crazy- it’s dangerous.” He sighed, “Look at you… dripping” and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “What if someone walked in and saw you like this, hmm?” The words shot right through to your most secret desires, and Brian groaned as you fluttered around his cock one last time. “It’s a good thing these rooms have proper walls.”

You made some kind on non-committal noise, lying boneless on the bench still, like you were cursing the need for secrecy because you would gladly let everyone see that you were his. It was still hard to think, and even harder to move. There was a moment of silence as you both came down from your highs.

Too soon though, Brian slipped out of you. “We have to go.” His voice sounded almost nervous now, like he was just fully realizing what he’d done after looking at your spent form below him, filled with his come.

It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you knew he was right, so you forced yourself to sit up. You pulled your panties back up and winced at the wet mess left between your legs. There was nothing you could do about it, and you hoped no one would notice. It would remind you of who you belonged to.

You quickly tore off the skirt and shirt and put your sundress back on, acutely aware that you and Brian had been in the fitting room a long time. He was doing the same, and you felt yourself blush as you saw him tuck his wet cock back into his shorts. Brian met your eyes as you were changing.

“We’ll take the spotted one- in the proper size- and your little outfit too, so that every time you wear it I’ll be reminded of fucking you senseless in a fitting room.”

The shit-eating grin on his face assured you that he wasn’t all that worried your little foray would have consequences.

There wasn’t enough room in your heart for all the fondness you felt for him. You hung the shirt and skirt back on their hangers and handed them to Brian, hoping that there wasn’t any evidence stuck on them.

“You don’t have to get anything for me Bri.”

He just looked at you, jokingly displeased.

“I think I remember telling you a long time ago, back in your flat, that we would buy anything we needed.” He held up the outfit and smirked. “I’ve decided we need this.”

He laughed at his own joke, and your insides fluttered. God you loved this man.

Brian left the remaining clothes in their pile and led you out of the change room. You felt a brief flash or disappointment that you didn't get to see him in the jeans, but that was quickly overshadowed by what you DID get up to. Every step you took gave evidence of what you’d been doing, through soreness and Brian’s drying come slowly ruining your panties.

The same woman met you at the counter, but this time her unpleasant expression didn’t seem to bother you. A smug smile graced your own lips instead. She took the three items from Brian, wrapped them, bagged them, and then listed a ridiculous price.

You tried to stop your mouth dropping open. No wonder you didn’t come into stores like this. You felt bad that Brian was purchasing such expensive items for you, but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, handing over his credit card causally.

There was still no recognition in the woman’s eyes as she snuck a peak at the name engraved on it. And for some reason you hated her even more, even though that was probably a good thing.

Once everything was in order Brian snatched the bag before you were able to and thanked her- unnecessarily in your opinion. You followed him out of the store and met up once more with Phil. The bodyguard didn’t comment on the length of your stay at all.

Brian fell into the same easy stride as earlier, grinning wide beside you. He was probably reveling in the knowledge that his come was currently dripping down your leg. Dirty old man.

He turned to look at your awkward walk and winked. “One last stop Y/N. We’re not done yet.”

What the fuck else could he possibly do to you?

Notes:

Don’t bother me about Brian’s fashion choices for Y/N. I don’t know what the hell goes on in his mind either.

I hope you liked the chapter!

Chapter 68: A Fitting Foray (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as last chapter but without the daddy kink :)

The end was cut off originally and has now been updated.

After a bit of a walk through the streets Brian led you into a clothing store- some designer company that you’d never heard of. From the little frown and shrug he gave you, Brian didn’t know it either. The displays in the window looked interesting though, and of very high quality. As you walked in you looked around and noticed there were no customers in sight. The whole feel of the place was not what you were used to: obviously expensive and not for college students of your calibre. The type of place that Joe Average wouldn’t enter. Luckily you were here with a millionaire… though he looked almost as out of place as you in his shorts.

The woman at the counter greeted you with a questioning look, and you suddenly had the urge to tuck yourself under Brian’s arm. You refrained of course, but the nerves still sat in your stomach. You didn’t belong here.

The shop worker eyed Brian much the same as she did you, and her eyes flicked briefly to Phil who was standing outside before landing back on the white curls of the man obviously in charge. If she recognised him she didn’t show it.

“Can I help you with anything?” Her voice was pleasant enough.

Brian smiled and answered. “Nothing specific thank you… just looking around.” He continued further into the store, not bothering to accept her assistance. You followed like an obedient puppy while Phil remained near the entrance. You supposed he would wait there until you were done.

It was a large store with at least two stories, judging by the staircase on your left. They had a variety of men’s and women’s clothing, placed sparsely as these expensive places did. Brian was drawn to the fine trousers and- obviously- button ups.

“What do you think Y/N?” he asked, “Anything jump out at you?”

You swallowed hesitantly, and spoke, very aware that the woman would be able to hear, “Umm… I’m not sure. Maybe you choose a few and I’ll rate them?” Brian had thrown you into the deep end without any suggestions at all and you were trying for a lifeline.

Annoyingly, Brian shook his head. “I want to know what you think I’ll look good in.”

“You’ll look good in anything.” The response from your lips was immediate, as was his resulting smirk and wink.

“Flattery won’t work this time, come on. I’m curious what you’ll pick.” He patted you on the shoulder and ended with a subtle squeeze. It was almost patronizing, showing you that you weren’t going to win this one. Another game rigged so he’d be the victor.

You murmured a grumbling “fine” under your breath and felt a twinge of arousal when Brian chuckled. It was a good thing you liked letting him win.

“I’ll leave you to it then- don’t want to ruin the surprise. I’m gonna go look somewhere else.” His fingers brushed your back through the thin sundress as he left. The damn man was always such a tease.

So, here you were, tasked with picking out an outfit for Brian bloody May. No fucking pressure. Still, it was nice that he valued your opinion and trusted you enough to make good choices.

You surveyed the rack of colours and took a deep breath. What would Brian like? What would look good?

You immediately pictured all your favourite aspects of his attire. Buttons- open buttons. You should pick something flowy that would hang off his broad shoulders enough to gape at the neck and show his prominent collar bones and sexy sternum, but was still tight enough around the middle. Can’t hide that lithe frame… or your favourite tummy. Not too tight though, or Brian wouldn’t like it.

Fuck! You rifled through the tops. It was impossible to tell how the shirts would fit when they were on the hanger. …You’d have to see Brian try them on. Suddenly a delicious anticipation grew in your gut. That would be perfect indeed.

You grabbed a few to try- one dark with little polka dots of white, one a shimmery blue, and one brilliant white. He’d glow wonderfully in all of them under the stage lights. As you took your stock you realized Brian hadn’t told you a size. Was this another one of his games? You shook your head to no one in particular, full of fondness. The man’s brain was a work of art.

You held various options up, trying to judge from experience the rough size of Brian’s frame, and settled on grabbing a few sizes of each shirt. Who could fault you if some were too small? You rather thought you’d enjoy that- imagining Brian practically bursting out of a much too small shirt that pulled at the buttons over his tummy and wouldn’t even close over his chest. You felt wetness pool between your legs. Yes, two could play at this game.

Did he want bottoms too? It wouldn’t hurt; you stepped past the dress pants and over to the jeans. Sure, Brian could wear any of them. But if you were picking, he was going to wear the tightest fucking jeans possible to show of those legs. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips on its own accord. And that mouth-watering cock. The few customers that had trickled in since you’d been looking would likely see a minxy smirk on your face if they looked.

You grabbed some approximate sizes just as you had for the shirts. You were a little proud of yourself actually. You’d certainly called Brian’s bluff, if that’s what it was. Now to find him and a suitable changing room.

As if by plan, the man himself walked up behind you at that very moment. He had a bundle of his own tucked under his arm and shielded from your view, most of it red.

“I see you’ve been busy.” His tenor was rich and smooth as he eyed your collection. “Found some good prospects?”

God, was the man ever not attractive? Just from the casual confidence, standing and talking to you under the possible gazes of the sparse customers. Brian’s upper lip twitched and you knew he could see the desire in your eyes. “Yeah I think so.”

“Excellent…” his free hand reached out to sneak down your side, trailing ever so lightly to make you follow for more as he stepped in front of you. Your heart beat high in your chest as you trailed him through the store: shuffling with the big pile of clothes that dwarfed your tiny form while he strode tall and glanced back to enjoy the sight.

Brian caught the attention of the sales assistant. “I’d like a room please.”

Her eyes shifted to the clothes you carried, and then back to him. There was only a slight hesitation before she answered. “Of course Sir- right this way.”

You had a weird feeling in your stomach. What the hell was her problem? She’d been eyeing Brian strangely the whole time, and by now you’d decided it wasn’t in recognition. Fucking terrible taste in music then.

And the way she looked at you, almost disdainfully, really rubbed you the wrong way. You didn’t know what the hell she’d decided your relationship was but you suddenly couldn’t stand her judgement. You followed her and Brian up the stairs to what turned out to be an entire level of private fitting rooms, all the while cursing her in your mind.

You just wanted Brian to hold your hand, or pull you close and kiss you right in front of that damn woman to shut her up. Grab your waist to let her know that you were his. Protect you and show you off on his arm.

But he couldn’t.

God you needed him to fuck you hard tonight. You needed that reminder now, after a day of having to pretend there was nothing. You were desperate to be his again.

The saleswoman unlocked one of the large dressing rooms- almost a proper room of its own, bless these fancy establishments- and allowed you to place the clothes inside. The walls were covered in mirrors and there was a soft bench inside to match the one outside in the waiting area.

Brian thanked her as she left, glancing back at the pair of you one last time and stating to ring the bell if you needed anything. Yeah right, you didn’t need a single thing from her.

You felt a warm hand on your bare shoulder as she left and turned to look up at Brian, who was grinning widely. The irritation you felt for the woman faded as you looked into his eyes. Beautiful hazel irises that sparkled with intelligence and deep, wide pupils that practically radiated heat. So long as he looked at you like this, it didn’t matter so much what the rest of the world thought.

After a few seconds Brian pulled you into the fitting room with him and locked the door. You’d thought you would be waiting outside for him to model the various selections, but as he pulled you in for a heated kiss and backed you up against the wall you quickly realized that was not the case.

You felt yourself wet immediately, pure want and arousal flooding through you as his tongue pushed into your mouth and his torso pressed against your breasts. Your muscles relaxed and your body sagged in his hold, plaint to how he wanted you and only being held up by his grip. You couldn’t help the little moan that escaped your lips. Perhaps you wouldn’t have to wait until tonight for that reminder after all.

To your immense disappointment though, Brian pulled away. He held you still and buried his nose in your soft neck, leaving a trail of wet heat with his tongue and nipping lightly at the delicate skin. Your breath hitched.

“I’ve been waiting so long to taste you again baby girl,” he whispered against your skin, leaving tiny bites everywhere he pleased. “Wanted to hold you close and let everyone know that you’re fucking mine.” He pushed against you even harder. “But I guess this’ll do.”

One last smothering kiss that stole your air and then he stepped back, leaving you panting and flushed and so fucking desperate for him that it hurt.

“Strip Y/N. We’ve both got some things to try on.”

You were still frozen against the wall. What did he mean- both? Your eyes flicked to the red pile that Brian had brought with him and you berated yourself for being so oblivious and naïve. You should have seen it miles away, but he spun your head so much it was hard to keep up.

Suddenly embarrassed by your surprise, you doubled down. “You too Sir.” It came out a bit snarky.
One big, grey eyebrow rose. “I am. Watch your tone.” Brian’s words were clipped and commanding, sending a tremor down your back. “And keep your voice down in here.”

You nodded, silently pleased to be put in your place. You wanted him to own you right now; you needed to be his. Every nerve pulsed in anticipation as you took off your dress under his heated stare.
His eyes traced your curves as they always did, and the primal, instinctual satisfaction you felt was as delicious as ever. It was pure, sweet delight to see that he wanted you.

“Good girl.”

And that was even better.

Brian held up what he’d chosen for you, and your heart fluttered. It was nothing special really, considering you wouldn’t have much opportunity to wear anything super fancy, but you loved it nonetheless. You loved it because he’d obviously picked it based on YOU.

It was a short but white, flowing summer skirt that you knew would feel wonderful in the breeze and a dark red- his colour- crop top with a boat neckline and shirt sleeves. It looked rather sporty, and cheerleader-esque, but you could wear it on the average day without much problem. Plus, it would show off your legs and leave access to the toned torso that Brian loved to touch so much.

Perhaps you wouldn’t wear it as readily as the other dress he’d given you, but you’d don it happily for him. You could be his personal cheerleader whenever he wished.

“Looks cute Bri,” is what you actually said, and took the hangers out of his hands. “Thank you.”

He was very pleased you liked it and replied huskily. “You’re very welcome darling. You’ll look cute IN it.”

“The whole pile there is for you,” you pointed to the shirts and jeans you’d chosen for him, “try anything you like.”

“Right.”

You watched Brian pick through his clothes as you put on the skirt and top. Once again you were impressed with how perfectly he’d got the size and you hoped that your estimation was as good. It wasn’t quite fair, you told yourself, because he was always holding you and wrapping your body in his arms. You couldn’t hold Brian if you tried: partly because he was a huge tease and wouldn’t always let you, but mostly due to the fact that he was like twice your size. It wasn’t as easy to tell when you couldn’t feel everything at once.

It didn’t take you long to slip on your outfit so you decided to watch in silence as he tried on the first shirt. The black one with polka dots. It was always tempting to see his bare chest: lean, strong, slightly hairy, and with the perfect bump of tummy. Your mouth watered just from the sight of it. Plus- to make matters worse, Brian had grabbed one of the small shirts.

Your eyes were glued to his fingers as they struggled to close the lower buttons (upper buttons didn’t exist to Bri), even while the material pulled tight across his shoulders. It was clearly too small. He finished two buttons before quickly sighing in defeat; they were tight and left a gap of skin between them. Then he stared, looking down at his stomach, as his long curls fell in front of his face to hide it from view. A forced laugh left his throat and filled the air. You braced yourself for his reaction.

“What’s the reason for this?” He looked at you, and the tightness in your chest lightened when you saw it was full of humour. He morphed his face into a fake pout. “I’m flattered, I guess, but the last time I could fit into this bloody shirt was probably thirty years ago.”

You thought then, of Brian as he had looked in the early 90s- just starting to fill out into the man before your eyes. While he was absolutely gorgeous as a rail-thin waif, you were very happy that you had more of him to love now. More weight to press you down and keep you safe.

A smile spread to your cheeks. “You didn’t give me your size Bri!” You looked to his face of disbelief, and chuckled at the thought that maybe he DID just forget. Absent-minded professor that he could be. “I got a few sizes of each, just to be sure… that’s while the pile’s so big.”

He stared at you for a few seconds longer, like he couldn’t decide whether to find it humourous or appalling. You, on the other hand, were trying to contain your smile and refrain from swooning at the sight of him in the tiny shirt. He looked so BIG, like this: filling every last inch of the fabric and more with gorgeous, milky skin.

It took a few moments of him watching your trembling hands and flushed chest- so exposed due to the neckline he’d chosen- before his lips crept into a smirk. “You like this Y/N, don’t you?” His voice radiated sin.

You felt your cheeks physically heat as you nodded and looked at the plush, carpeted floor. You couldn’t do anything else.

“My kinky little girl- somehow turned on by the sight of a fat old man.”

It suddenly occurred to you that this all could have gone very wrong. You were extremely grateful that you’d built up such trust over your time together. Brian had come a long way with his stomach insecurities to joke like this with you, even if there was a hint of sadness in his tone. You forced yourself to make eye contact once more as you threw every ounce of sincerity you had into your words.

“I’m turned on by the sight of a gorgeous rock God, like most women.”

“Mmm hmm… and if I wasn’t a…” he quoted the next words with his fingers, “…Rock God, would you still be so willing?"

That was it- the crux of his insecurity. You were shocked you got the chance to discuss it. Here. In some random fitting room in downtown Toronto. Maybe the light, joking atmosphere and the unusual location made it easier for him to discuss- easier to pass off as a whim.

“Of course I would Bri.” You stepped closer to him like it would somehow bring comfort.

“I know Y/N… It’s just-“ he paused what he was saying, as if struggling to release the words. Brian looked into one of the many mirrors around the room, grimaced, and then flashed his eyes to another as if it could possibly show him something different.

Brian’s words eventually came. He pursed his lips. “I don’t know what you- or anyone- sees in me. You think I’m special, deserving of some sort of admiration… and I’m ashamed to say sometimes I feel that way too.” His eyes bored into yours. “But I’m not. I’m just an old man who’s controlling, needy and obsessive. Is that what you’re attracted to?”

He stood there, all towering height and broad shoulders, like it was actually a question what you’d say.

“Yes.” You stated it imploringly. “God yes. If you weren’t a rock star you’d still be the most attractive astrophysicist I’d ever laid eyes on.” He opened his mouth to speak again, but you kept going. “And if you weren’t an astrophysicist you’d be the most attractive animal campaigner ever. Stereophotographer. Writer. The list goes on. And if you were none of those things you’d still be the sweetest, most kind, caring, intelligent, wonderful and sexy man I could find. I love you for YOU Brian. Nothing else.”

By the end of your tirade, you had stepped right up in front of him- almost challenging him to disbelieve you. Brian’s eyes were wide, shining brilliantly green in the bright fitting room lights. There was something there that you’d never seen before. Almost… fear? You couldn’t place it. The brief unknown glimmer buried itself in your heart even as it filled with something you knew much better. Lust. WANT. The pure, heady, animalistic need Brian had to take and own that which he desired. To collect and hoard and keep the things that made him happy. To make sure everyone knew they were HIS.

In a split second everything came crashing down. You found yourself back up against one of the mirrors again, the cold glass chilling your exposed midriff as Brian’s warm hands pressed at your throat and your chest.

As he plundered your mouth and thrust his tongue against yours like he was trying to consume you, it struck you what you’d said in your speech. In the heat of the moment, caught up in explaining your feelings for Brian. You’d just told him you loved him. There was no way he missed it. Poor, naïve Y/N caught in his web and quickly, hopelessly in love with a man who could never return the favour. You wanted to curl up and die at the thought of embarrassing yourself like this… except… he was kissing you with more passion than you’d ever felt before.

His hands tightened and he grabbed roughly at your tits, squeezing and moulding them in his hands. He pressed his lips so hard against yours you couldn’t breathe: taking you, claiming you with such needy appreciation that what you’d said must not have bothered him. He certainly wasn’t holding back. Perhaps you were such an open book that he’d known for days.

Perhaps your confession had strengthened him, and he couldn’t resist tasting the delights of a woman who gave herself so fully to everything that he was.

His kiss became increasingly rough and you became increasingly pliant. This was exactly what you’d wanted for hours. Just to be his. You brought your hands up to the exposed part of his torso, rubbing the vast expanse of skin like it was the most precious thing in your life. You felt his softness even as his hands were hard on you. You felt everything. Every wonderful part of him.

With your palms on his chest, Brian returned the favour and moved his right hand from your breasts to lift your skirt and plunge his fingers under your panties. He found his prize with well-practiced, expert precision and you trembled against him, clenching desperately at his fingers. The left hand stayed on your neck.

Brian growled- growled- deep as he felt your wetness and thrust his hips up against you, rutting his hard cock against your bare stomach.

He finally released your lips and groaned as you sucked in the air you’d been missing. His lips stayed near your cheek, sending his low, dominant voice directly into your ear.

“Good girl”, he drawled, enjoying your ready, slick folds with his fingers, “I can’t fucking wait any longer. You’re gonna have to be quiet.”

Your head was spinning with arousal and all you could feel was what he was doing to your body. You needed this- you needed HIM. A pitiful whine came from your throat as you nodded. You knew what he wanted to hear even before he requested it.

“Green- please Sir… fuck me.”

It was whispered with the reverence and submission he so deserved, and you felt like you were floating even as Brian pushed you to your hands and knees on the plush bench. He settled behind you and ran his hands down either side of your torso, drifting over your arse and abruptly flipping your skirt up out of his way. You felt so deliciously dirty, every muscle held tight in anticipation of being taken in public like this. By Brian. Because you were his.

You could see in the many mirrors just how slutty you looked when he pulled down your soaked panties and left them wrapped around your knees. You loved it; you got off on seeing yourself like this, presenting your ass on the bench for Brian. Giving yourself completely.

There was a vicious, dark hunger in Brian’s expression as he practically ripped open the few buttons he’d managed to close minutes ago. As he unzipped his fly and pulled out his long, hard cock from his shorts. He stroked himself impatiently, because he couldn’t wait a second longer to be buried inside you, and at the same time pulled his pants lower to free his heavy balls as well. He was fucking gorgeous, in every possible way.

Your hole quivered as Brian pressed the tip of his shaft against your soaked entrance. He tried to keep the volume of his voice low as he spat it through clenched teeth. “Such a perfect girl Y/N… Who do you belong to?”

He needed to hear it one last time, and you would gladly indulge him. “You Brian…” you pushed back against his cock ever so slightly, “I’m yours Sir.”

He pushed into you hard, and the stretch was so much your legs started to shake before he bottomed out. You felt SO full, so stuffed and claimed, that you couldn’t help but moan at the perfect pain. Immediately a large hand clamped over your mouth.

“Quiet baby,” Brian hissed, still adjusting to the feel of you so tight around him, “I love your little sounds, but now’s not the time.” His other hand settled on your hip. “Just open those bright eyes and watch me fuck you.”

You looked up into the mirror in front of you, and desperately clenched around his cock when you met Brian’s dark eyes in the reflection. He stood over you, face slack in pleasure from being buried to the hilt between your legs. The small shirt was splayed open so you could see every delicious inch of his chest. The tendons in his arms were taught as he restrained himself from thrusting and held your mouth closed. You saw in the reflection how his palm covered nearly all of your face, and you nodded. How could you disobey such a man?

The hand at your lips moved to join the other on your hips once Brian was satisfied you would be silent. And then he started moving. His thick cock dragged along all the firing nerves along your slick walls as he pulled out, and then he slammed in and filled your again until he hit you so deep that you didn’t know where he ended and you began. He was everywhere: all-consuming with his hands on your hips and his cock in your body.

You watched it all.

He was magnificent, thrusting into you hard and quick- like he couldn’t bear to be outside you for even a second- before plunging in deep and relishing in the way you squelched around him. His beautiful lips hung open as heavy, pleasure-filled breaths fell through them. With every thrust his bottom lip wavered up and down, working his strong jaw and the muscles in his neck.

You rocked on the cushion with every strong hit of his hips against yours, pulsing and clenching inside while struggling to hold yourself up on increasingly shaky arms and legs. Brian’s pace was fast and direct. You didn’t have much time. It would be a quick and dirty fuck: naughty and dangerous because neither of you could contain yourselves.

It felt so good to take Brian like this. To be bent over any available surface and submit to be ravaged when he couldn’t resist the need to claim what was his. YOU did this. You brought out the beast he so secretly reveled being.

You closed your eyes and got lost in the pleasure of being filled and stretched, letting your mouth fall open in a silent cry for more.

But Bri wasn’t having it. “Open your eyes,” he said in that gruff voice, consumed by his own pleasure, “And don’t close them again. Look at how good you are for me.”

Your eyes locked with his in the reflection once more, and he bit his lower lip. His beautiful smile lines pulled up on either side too, giving you a hint of that smug delight you loved so much. His eyes were bottomless.

You did look at yourself next, as he’d asked, and shivered at the sight of the new white skirt pulled up and your tits bouncing and falling out of the low neckline every time Brian thrust into you. You looked like the biggest slut in the world. Dark heat pooled very higher inside you at the shame, but it was all for him. Deep, forbidden attraction rushed through every fibre of your being. But your eyes were still drawn back to Brian.

His soft stomach bounced slightly every time he moved against you, squishing into your arse as he pressed himself deeper and deeper. It was suddenly the most erotic thing you’d ever seen. The view from the many mirrors gave you more angles to see his stunning body. You couldn’t look away; the coiled pressure in your core tightened even further.

What the fuck was wrong with you? You loved him so much. To see the tiniest imperfection on such a god made him seem so human. The softness, the insecurity, and the trust he showed through giving you this part of himself was worth more than the powerful legs and commanding stage presence. It was SEXY. It was HIM. And it enhanced the stunning sight of his form in the mirror beyond measure.

You pushed back against his thrusts, silently pleading for him to take you harder, and he did.

“Such a good slut for me Y/N,” Brian’s voice was a mix between a growl and a whisper, “Look at you. All mine.”

You arched your back at his possessive words, chasing that sweet release on his cock. Trying to find the blinding ecstasy only he could give you. You were close- so close- and so was Brian, taking you hard and fast. Chasing his own pleasure: needing to fill and mark you as his. His fingers dug into your skin harshly, reminding you how much he needed this. They would leave bruises tomorrow.

From the side mirror you could see how his thick cock split your folds. How he pushed you open and made you his. It was wet, so wet. Your aching pussy looked so tight around him, and you watched at the same time you felt each thrust deep inside you. His heavy balls swung between your thighs. He looked perfect. Masculine. Powerful. As his taught bum clenched and he thrust into you.

Your mind was lost in the feeling of him. In the thought of him. Your muscles tightened and pulsed around the hard member inside.

You thought you could break your silence now, for he’d stolen most of your breath anyways. “Take me Brian, please,” you whispered through his thrusts, as the pleasure built and built. The heat between your legs was immeasurable, driving your every thought and impulse to please Brian. To be good for him so he’d make you come and fill you with his warmth. “Please Sir.” It was a quiet plead.

Brian threw his head back at your begging, and the look on his face pushed you so close to the edge you were trembling, buzzing with energy and pleasure. “Touch yourself pet…” he grunted softly, only so as not to be heard through the door, “Come hard like the dirty girl you are.” You did as he said and rubbed your clit frantically, almost falling over as he continued to take you from behind. You were both animals in your need for each other.

That brief pressure on your bud was all you needed. The first twinge of your orgasm rippled along your walls, and then heavenly contractions tore through you and let you feel every inch of Brian’s cock. You pulsed and clenched hard around him even as Brian kept going, strengthening and elongating your fall. It was immense, gratifying, all-consuming pleasure to be his.

“That’s… my good… girl.” Brian was struggling to praise you properly while so close to his own release, but for that reason you loved it all the more.

You looked at him as your orgasm started to fade, and for once got to see properly what he looked like through his own. His eyes were hooded, almost closed, and his mouth slack in overwhelming ecstasy. From your position below you could see the slight jowls of an experienced man, and the wonderful lines in his face shaping into pure bliss. Even his nostrils flared a touch. He was gorgeous, and you admired every movement of his skin as he finished inside you.

The wave of heat coated your insides just as a low moan left that open mouth, stretching his lips wider slightly. His fingers locked you tight against him with tiny, short thrusts as he finished. The pulses of so much come filling you until it dripped out down the heavy balls it came from. And you could see it all- bless these mirrors. Your spent cunt clenched once more around him. You’d never felt more owned. You were marked as his once more. In the middle of a public store. It didn’t get more real than that.

Brian swore as the pleasure washed from him, and he finally released your hips to rub comforting circles on your back. “I hope you know what you’ve done Y/N. You drive me crazy- it’s dangerous.” He sighed, “Look at you… dripping” and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “What if someone walked in and saw you like this, hmm?” The words shot right through to your most secret desires, and Brian groaned as you fluttered around his cock one last time. “It’s a good thing these rooms have proper walls.”

You made some kind on non-committal noise, lying boneless on the bench still, like you were cursing the need for secrecy because you would gladly let everyone see that you were his. It was still hard to think, and even harder to move. There was a moment of silence as you both came down from your highs.

Too soon though, Brian slipped out of you. “We have to go.” His voice sounded almost nervous now, like he was just fully realizing what he’d done after looking at your spent form below him, filled with his come.

It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you knew he was right, so you forced yourself to sit up. You pulled your panties back up and winced at the wet mess left between your legs. There was nothing you could do about it, and you hoped no one would notice. It would remind you of who you belonged to.

You quickly tore off the skirt and shirt and put your sundress back on, acutely aware that you and Brian had been in the fitting room a long time. He was doing the same, and you felt yourself blush as you saw him tuck his wet cock back into his shorts. Brian met your eyes as you were changing.

“We’ll take the spotted one- in the proper size- and your little outfit too, so that every time you wear it I’ll be reminded of fucking you senseless in a fitting room.”

The shit-eating grin on his face assured you that he wasn’t all that worried your little foray would have consequences.

There wasn’t enough room in your heart for all the fondness you felt for him. You hung the shirt and skirt back on their hangers and handed them to Brian, hoping that there wasn’t any evidence stuck on them.

“You don’t have to get anything for me Bri.”

He just looked at you, jokingly displeased.

“I think I remember telling you a long time ago, back in your flat, that we would buy anything we needed.” He held up the outfit and smirked. “I’ve decided we need this.”

He laughed at his own joke, and your insides fluttered. God you loved this man.

Brian left the remaining clothes in their pile and led you out of the change room. You felt a brief flash or disappointment that you didn't get to see him in the jeans, but that was quickly overshadowed by what you DID get up to. Every step you took gave evidence of what you’d been doing, through soreness and Brian’s drying come slowly ruining your panties.

The same woman met you at the counter, but this time her unpleasant expression didn’t seem to bother you. A smug smile graced your own lips instead. She took the three items from Brian, wrapped them, bagged them, and then listed a ridiculous price.

You tried to stop your mouth dropping open. No wonder you didn’t come into stores like this. You felt bad that Brian was purchasing such expensive items for you, but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, handing over his credit card causally.

There was still no recognition in the woman’s eyes as she snuck a peak at the name engraved on it. And for some reason you hated her even more, even though that was probably a good thing.

Once everything was in order Brian snatched the bag before you were able to and thanked her- unnecessarily in your opinion. You followed him out of the store and met up once more with Phil. The bodyguard didn’t comment on the length of your stay at all.

Brian fell into the same easy stride as earlier, grinning wide beside you. He was probably reveling in the knowledge that his come was currently dripping down your leg. Dirty old man.

He turned to look at your awkward walk and winked. “One last stop Y/N. We’re not done yet.”

What the fuck else could he possibly do to you?

Chapter 69: Gearing Up

Notes:

Slight daddy kink warning here, not in a sex scene. I'll probably put the alternate version up soon.

Sorry this took me so long to get up! It's not much but a good hint for what's to come ;p

Brian led you down the street to where his sleek black car was waiting. The journey was short but you felt dreadfully conspicuous with every step. All the curious eyes settling on Brian and then flicking to you seemed to be able to see right through your dress. You felt nervous, and undoubtedly a little excited, as every passer-by looked like they knew what you’d done, from your awkward walk and the budding love bites on your neck.

You knew it was all in your head, but that didn’t stop you from feeling it.

Brian had marked you: made you his. Almost enough for people to see.

You slipped into the back seat as Brian opened the door and handed the shopping bag to Allan. He followed you soon after. Phil got in the front.

You thanked God for the dark tinted windows because as soon as he settled his long legs inside, Brian leaned over to steal a kiss. Rough and teasing all at once, the type where you could feel his smirk beneath your lips.

“My lovely girl,” Brian murmured, breath hot against your skin, “Thank you for accompanying me today. You’ve certainly made it more… exciting.”

You tried not to pant from his kiss. “You’re more than welcome. Thank you for taking me.”

Brian smiled, winked and then forced himself away from you before he couldn’t stop. He handed his phone to Allan in the front. “Take us here please.”

Your curiosity peaked again at the mention of your destination. “Where are we going Bri?”

“We’re not going anywhere Y/N.” His eyes shone with a devilish glimmer. “But you are.”

A frightened twinge suddenly joined the nervous patter Brian always caused in your heart. You swallowed. “You’re not coming with me?” Your voice was weaker and whinier than you wanted, and Brian’s face softened. It wasn’t that you were scared to be on your own, but right now, with his come sticking between your legs, you didn’t want to be without him.

“Sorry baby-“ he said, and the sincerity was clear in his sloped brow, “-but I can’t. A clothing store is one thing, but we can’t be seen together where you’re going. You’ve got a very special job to do.“

He was talking to you like you were a scared child, and indignation flared under your skin. You were embarrassed of your pathetic voice and timid questions. Sure, he talked down to you in the bedroom and you both enjoyed being kinky, but you wanted Brian to see you as a competent adult- not a burden. You weren’t a tag-along needing constant instruction.

“I didn’t mean it would be a problem… I’ll do anything you want,” you said, stronger than before. “I was just surprised is all.”

Brian smiled. “That’s my good girl.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“Relax darling; I’ll tell you once we arrive.” His dark eyes roamed your seated form beside him. “Just sit pretty for a while.

You made a small huff, but bunkered down in your seat and leant against him. “Yes Sir.”

Immediately Brian wrapped his arms around you. He hummed and settled your body into his chest, pulling you tight. You felt his skin expand against yours as he took a long, deep breath- like he was taking every last bit of you to memory. The quiet hiss of his exhale filled the air for a moment, before he followed it with a low, satisfied growl.

“What’s wrong?”

You were curious to what had caused that reaction, and turned your neck to see Brian’s face as he slowly opened his eyes and smirked.

“You smell like me Y/N.”

Immediately your body stiffened and you struggled in his hands. Shameful arousal and embarrassment flooded your gut. Your face heated and lit up bright red as you tried to get away- but Brian didn’t let you go.

He laughed, squeezed you tight, and stole a quick nip at your earlobe.

“I love it.”

…

Soon Allan pulled to the side of the road and parallel parked. The car engine stopped and Brian let go of you. You were disappointed at the loss of his arms, but your nervous anticipation started up again.

“We’re here,” Brian said. “Take a look.”

He pointed out across the sidewalk to a medium sized-building, unassuming enough… until your eyes stopped at the signs. Your stomach rolled and you couldn’t distinguish your arousal from your anxiety. All you knew was that you were terribly excited for what was to come, because Brian had brought you to a sex shop. Your mouth dropped open.

His hazel eyes watched your reaction with smug interest, and he was clearly pleased with your obvious shock. And the eager anticipation buried so shallow beneath it.

“THIS is your reward Y/N, that you wanted me to decide.” You tried to regain control of your breaths as he spoke. “I thought you might like to purchase some toys for us.”

You were still too shocked to speak, and nodded furiously at what he’d said.

Brian grinned wide. “What do you say then baby?” His eyebrows rose even as his lips remained quirked, reminding you to use your manners in his presence.

“Yes please, thank you Daddy.”

“That’s better darling… you’re welcome. I have a small list for you to remember, will that be alright?”

You bobbed your head again, and then remembered to answer properly. “Yes.”

Brian looked over your face, and into your shining eyes as you stared at him with rapt attention. He spoke clearly and confidently, not in the least embarrassed by what he wanted as he listed the items. “A vibrator, a plug, and a leash. Only three things. Plus, and don’t forget this part…” his pupils bored into yours and expressed just how much he wanted you to do the next bit, “…whatever else your little heart desires. Anything that tickles your fancy… or that you think will tickle mine.”

Your mind was already swimming with images of Brian using the various devices on you, and your core muscles twinged with the tell-tale signs of arousal. Especially that last one. You thought of him attaching a leash to your lovely collar and tugging you to him. Or tethered and crawling at his feet when you’d been bad. It was all too much. You needed to shake your head.

You’d never been into such an establishment before- at least for the purposes of buying. You’d done your brief sexual shopping online. Something about this seemed so much more arousing. The cashier would SEE you purchase and know you belonged to someone.

“Alright Y/N?” Brian re-iterated his question, and snapped you out of your fantasies.

“Yes,” you answered, “Leash, plug, vibrator and anything else I like.”

“Good girl.” He placed a kiss on your lips and pressed his credit card into your hands. “Just put everything on this- don’t argue.” Brian smirked as he saw the flare in your eyes. “I’ll be waiting right here.”

His hands shooed you out the door on your side, fondling and cupping your bum in the process, and you could barely assure him that you’d be quick before you were out on the sidewalk. Brian gave you one last wink through the open door before he shut it, careful that nobody would see.

You steeled yourself and stood up straight. You didn’t want Brian to see how nervous you were about this, and tried to walk confidently into the store like you’d done it many times before. Besides, you knew you looked good in your red dress. And you knew you had support from the man in the car. And his come between your legs.

…

The sex shop was moderately sized and stocked to the brim with racks of toys, outfits and other assorted goodies. It was hard to decide where to look, let alone where to go! You’d already found the vibrator and put it in your basket. It was the first thing you did- overwhelmed as you were- because it was somewhat familiar territory. You didn’t really know what Bri wanted, so you chose something standard and moderately sized… a bit ribbed. Multi-purpose and hopefully good for whatever he had in mind. It wasn’t as big as his cock of course, but it would keep you happily full when his dick was somewhere else.

The plug was next on your agenda, as they were situated next to the vibrators. You weren’t entirely sure but you assumed Brian wanted you to get an anal plug. He’d asked you your opinion on anal during your limits conversation after all, and though you had no idea what you were doing the thought wasn’t off-putting. You would do practically anything Brian wanted because you trusted him completely, and you knew he would know how to make you feel good.

Still, you decided on one of the smallest… and then hastily threw in a larger one as well. Because you’d need practice if he ever wanted to get that cock of his in.

Rushing away from the butt plugs with embarrassment and a red blush painting your cheeks, you searched for where leashes might be. You saw handcuffs and various other kinky things in the back corner. Perhaps you could find one there.

Your pulse sped up as you approached said corner. Every item that caught your eye prompted flashes of Brian in your mind. There were paddles and floggers, and you trembled with your basket as you imagined him standing over you telling you what a naughty girl you’d been. Your ass and upper thighs would be red and sore from his punishment, and he’d rub his big hands over your skin to feel the warmth he’d left. God, you could practically sense those long fingers now. You pondered briefly if you should buy one of the paddles- or if Brian should buy one, really- but decided against it. Whatever patterns they could leave on your skin wouldn’t compare to the handprints his bare hands did.

There were also blindfolds and gags of all kinds. They didn’t appeal to you so much. If Brian wanted to use anything like that he would have told you to get it. Besides, you knew how much he liked to hear the sounds he coaxed from you in the heat of passion. And you couldn’t bear to miss the sight of him sweaty and impassioned, with those open lips and bouncing curls.

What did pique your interest were the handcuffs, or, perhaps, more the beautiful, soft ribbons that were also probably used to restrain. You always loved when Brian pinned your arms against the wall or above your head, and with ropes like this, he could do that while leaving his hands free to roam your skin.

You reached out to feel the silky material as your mind pictured all the ways Brian could tie you up- make you wait. Would he like that? Making you watch and beg for him to touch you… almost certainly. You realized your basket would fill quickly if you kept imagining the uses for all these items, but that was probably what Brian wanted. You were too overwhelmed to think straight and you didn’t want to leave him waiting in the car long. After a moment, some lovely red material joined the vibrator and plugs.

You were too new to this world of sexual fantasy- absolutely everything caught your eye. You didn’t even know what half the objects were for yet they still made you blush. Finally you spotted the collars and leashes and allowed yourself to be distracted no more. There were a couple different collars on display, but none as nice as yours, and a little pulse of satisfaction filled your stomach. Brian must have picked the best for you.

There was a modest selection of leashes as well, in a few lengths and colours. Your stomach rolled with salacious pleasure just looking at them. It was kinky and dirty, and totally demeaning if taken the wrong way, but you wanted to be leashed at his feet so much that your pussy clenched in the middle of the store. You loved your collar: loved how it showed you belonged to Brian. With his elegant hands at the other end of a lead there would be absolutely no doubt. And you could show him how good you could be for him.

Your heart pattered away in your chest as you ran your hand along the smooth leather of one that called out to you. It was black like your collar, with a clasp the same gold-colour. Medium length. Not too thin or too thick. You could imagine how it would look in Brian’s grip, fingers tight so you wouldn’t stray too far from him. Or tied to the bedpost of some other penthouse as he fucked you.

You placed the leash into your basket slowly, almost with reverence due to the things it represented in your hopeful mind. A physical tie to Brian to embody an emotional one…. in his hands and around your throat.

You’d found everything he’d asked for, plus a little more. Brian’s voice echoed in your head, saying ‘Good girl Y/N’ in that deep voice that drove you mad and signalled he was pleased. You turned to walk out of the back corner section, willing your suddenly shaky legs to act normal, but only made it a few steps before one last thing caught your eye.

You felt ashamed and greedy as your feet stilled beside the object of interest, because this time the thoughts that filled your head were all for you. Brian hadn’t mentioned it or ever hinted he was interested, but nonetheless your pulse quickened. Perhaps because his preferences didn’t give you the out this time. You had to face up that it was you who was drawn to the wantonness, likely even more so.

You swallowed the large lump in your throat that had formed and reached out to grab the shiny set of nipple clamps, attached together by a thin gold chain. You had no idea what you were doing; you’d never even seen these toys in real life before let alone used them. But you’d read about them. You’d fantasized about the pleasure-pain they could bring. You envisioned Brian chuckling as he tugged lightly on the chain and you cried out, a furious bloom of sensation flowing from your nipples.

A shiver ran through your body, and you held the metal in your hand. Brian HAD told you to get anything you’d like. But the thought of his reaction- a surprised eyebrow bounce or dark glimmer in his gaze- still made you nervous. Not to mention you could be getting in way over your head. You’d heard such toys could be challenging.

Suddenly your phone buzzed and you almost dropped the clamps in panic. Your heart thumped hard in your chest in irrational worry that you’d been caught in some act. Doing something you shouldn’t be doing.

Unknown: 3:23 PM
How’s it going baby ? Find everything ?

After a tiny moment of confusion, your heart started to relax. You forgot that you still hadn’t changed Brian’s contact in your phone. He rarely texted you, preferring to surprise you in person, and when he did you weren’t sure what to change it to. Having ‘Brian May’ in your contacts list didn’t seem right for some reason.

Y/N: 3:24 PM
Good! I’m almost done. There’s just a lot of stuff and it’s hard to find what we want.

You looked around the store on edge while you waited for him to answer. Obviously no one would know who you were texting, but that secret and the weight of the clamps in your hand built on each other to weigh heavy on your nerves.

Unknown: 3:25 PM
Excellent… I know my baby girl will choose well. Pick anything you wish to try and I’ll be more than happy to teach you how it works ;p

As soon as you read Brian’s words your gut twisted from apprehension to pleasure. God, the man was just too much. He was going to corrupt you in so many ways: show you all the delights to be experienced by his hand. And he would revel in every minute of it. You had to swallow a lump in your throat as you made up your mind what to call him in your phone. New wetness joined the old in your panties as your thumbs summed it up in one weighty word… ‘Daddy’.

And the nipple clamps joined your basket.

You were hurrying to the cashier, now feeling increasingly desperate to see Brian again, when your phone buzzed once more.

Daddy: 3:26 PM
And get some lingerie too why don’t you… whatever you like but make sure it’s easy to take off

Fuck. He certainly wasn’t going easy on you, but then again he never did. And you liked it that way.

There was a whole wall dedicated to sexy bras and panties, as well as some more involved costumes and props for role play. You wanted something simple and scanned the selection briefly to find what you were looking for. A pale, cream-coloured set of lace lingerie. The material was sheer and the bottoms had a bow that would sit atop your sex, presenting your body like a little gift for Brian to unwrap every time you wore them, but there was still suitable access should he decide not to. The bra would push your tits up tantalizingly and hold a light draping of lace to cascade down your torso. You would look obedient and angelic, but the sheer amount of skin on display would hint at the naughtiness Brian loved. He would be able to see all the marks on your skin through the light material, and the dark black of your collar contrasting so well.

Yes, this was the outfit you wanted. You didn’t even need to try it on- grabbing your size and guestimating a little on the smaller side just in case.

At this point you knew a blush sat on your cheeks as you approached the girl at the checkout counter. The items in your basket were a dead giveaway to the type of relationship you had. As were the feint bruises that still sat on your neck.

There was no judgement in the cashier’s eyes this time- unlike the other store- only passive understanding and a subtle naughty approval. She scanned your items and placed them in a bag, smiling at you when she finished.

“With purchases of 100 dollars or more we’re giving away these little floggers… do you want one?” Her eyes roamed to the bag full of toys and then back to your face “…You may enjoy it.”

She held the small black item up, complete with feathers and tiny strands of leather, as if you hadn’t been eyeing the very same things earlier.

“Might as well,” you said, feigning confidence but secretly thinking of your red bottom once Brian used it on you. Sure his handprint would be better, but if it was free why not give him the option?

“Great! How would you like to pay?”

“On card please.”

You held up Brian’s credit card and made sure to use the tap option when she passed the machine to you, because you had no idea what his PIN was. That would have been awkward.

Nervous anticipation, lust and pride filled your body as you quickly left the store with your bag and headed back to the black car. The rear door opened when you arrived and you plopped yourself into the back seat to meet a hungry, pleased-looking Brian May.

“Welcome back darling,” he drawled, immediately leaning closer to you and placing a possessive kiss to your lips. “I take it your trip was a success?”

The man made you breathless instantly. “Yes Bri,” you heaved, “I got everything you wanted.”

You placed the bag in the middle between you and his card in his hand, but he didn’t close his fingers until he clarified, “And everything you wanted?”

You nodded your head, suddenly even more nervous for him to see your selections. “Yes.”

Brian pocketed the credit card and smiled- all commanding charm as usual. “Good girl.” He rolled down the partition to tell Allan to head back to the hotel and then rolled it back up and turned to you. “Now let’s see the spoils.”

You sat nervously as he rummaged around in the bag, eyeing each item individually and smirking at your embarrassment. At least Brian wasn’t shy about any of this.

He pulled out the lingerie which sat on top and praised your choice, making you squirm in your leather seat as he spoke of how pretty you would look bouncing on his cock in it, and how he couldn’t wait to rip it off you after.

The first surprise came with the red rope, when his eyes darkened and seemed to stare into you. His soft, deep voice muttered that you were just full of delightful surprises and that he’d have to reacquaint himself with some things he learned in Japan. Your stomach dropped deep at that, and remained heavy for the rest of his appraisal.

He approved of your simple plugs and the vibrator, only noting that it was a little smaller than he expected. The undernote that his cock was much bigger was left unsaid, but heavily implied as he looked at you through his eyebrows.

Brian really liked the leash. He pulled it through his hands as if admiring it, or perhaps admiring the fact you wanted to buy it. No matter how many times you said it, he seemed to marvel at your desire to give yourself to him. It took him a second to realise you were watching him, but when he did he simply smirked at you and winked, essentially turning on that dominant energy in a heartbeat.

The nipple clamps were next, and for all the fuss you made in the store their reception was tame. He set the chain in one big hand and bounced it up and down as if testing their weight. “Wonderful choice Y/N,” he said, “We’ll make good use of these.”

Your guts flipped and your cheeks heated, but that was it. No judgement, no teasing, just caring acceptance of what you wanted to try, because he cared about your fantasies too. Sure it wasn’t the most outrageous kink, but his easy approval filled your heart.

You thought you were out in the clear now: that was everything. Oh, you suddenly remembered, except your free gift.

Brian looked into the bag and pulled out the flogger. “Oh honey… you gonna use this to keep me in line?”

He smiled wide and crooked, enjoying his naughty joke and the look it left on your face. You loved the feeling his teasing gave you, and played along even though the thought of such a device being in your hands had never entered your mind.

“It was free at the counter… but don’t think I won’t if I have to.”

Brian’s eyes sparkled in a way you weren’t expecting. “You promise?”

Well THAT was certainly new. You didn’t know quite how to react. The only thing that was definite in your mind was that there was no way you could handle a man like him. The thumping in your chest increased exponentially.

Your face must have been frozen, slack-jawed in shock, and your eyes wide as you looked up at him, because he laughed deep and pulled you close into his chest until you were smothered, surrounded and warm against his skin. “We’ve got much to explore little girl.”

Your chest tightened at your heart fluttered, wrapped up in his scent and his arms. HIS.

Chapter 70: Gearing Up (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as last chapter but without the daddy kink!

Brian led you down the street to where his sleek black car was waiting. The journey was short but you felt dreadfully conspicuous with every step. All the curious eyes settling on Brian and then flicking to you seemed to be able to see right through your dress. You felt nervous, and undoubtedly a little excited, as every passer-by looked like they knew what you’d done, from your awkward walk and the budding love bites on your neck.

You knew it was all in your head, but that didn’t stop you from feeling it.

Brian had marked you: made you his. Almost enough for people to see.

You slipped into the back seat as Brian opened the door and handed the shopping bag to Allan. He followed you soon after. Phil got in the front.

You thanked God for the dark tinted windows because as soon as he settled his long legs inside, Brian leaned over to steal a kiss. Rough and teasing all at once, the type where you could feel his smirk beneath your lips.

“My lovely girl,” Brian murmured, breath hot against your skin, “Thank you for accompanying me today. You’ve certainly made it more… exciting.”

You tried not to pant from his kiss. “You’re more than welcome. Thank you for taking me.”

Brian smiled, winked and then forced himself away from you before he couldn’t stop. He handed his phone to Allan in the front. “Take us here please.”

Your curiosity peaked again at the mention of your destination. “Where are we going Bri?”

“We’re not going anywhere Y/N.” His eyes shone with a devilish glimmer. “But you are.”

A frightened twinge suddenly joined the nervous patter Brian always caused in your heart. You swallowed. “You’re not coming with me?” Your voice was weaker and whinier than you wanted, and Brian’s face softened. It wasn’t that you were scared to be on your own, but right now, with his come sticking between your legs, you didn’t want to be without him.

“Sorry baby-“ he said, and the sincerity was clear in his sloped brow, “-but I can’t. A clothes store is one thing, but we can’t be seen together where you’re going. You’ve got a very special job to do.“

He was talking to you like you were a scared child, and indignation flared under your skin. You were embarrassed of your pathetic voice and timid questions. Sure, he talked down to you in the bedroom and you both enjoyed being kinky, but you wanted Brian to see you as a competent adult- not a burden. You weren’t a tag-along needing constant instruction.

“I didn’t mean it would be a problem… I’ll do anything you want,” you said, stronger than before. “I was just surprised is all.”

Brian smiled. “That’s my good girl.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“Relax darling; I’ll tell you once we arrive.” His dark eyes roamed your seated form beside him. “Just sit pretty for a while.

You made a small huff, but bunkered down in your seat and leant against him. “Yes Sir.”

Immediately Brian wrapped his arms around you. He hummed and settled your body into his chest, pulling you tight. You felt his skin expand against yours as he took a long, deep breath- like he was taking every last bit of you to memory. The quiet hiss of his exhale filled the air for a moment, before he followed it with a low, satisfied growl.

“What’s wrong?”

You were curious to what had caused that reaction, and turned your neck to see Brian’s face as he slowly opened his eyes and smirked.

“You smell like me Y/N.”

Immediately your body stiffened and you struggled in his hands. Shameful arousal and embarrassment flooded your gut. Your face heated and lit up bright red as you tried to get away- but Brian didn’t let you go.

He laughed, squeezed you tight, and stole a quick nip at your earlobe.

“I love it.”

…

Soon Allan pulled to the side of the road and parallel parked. The car engine stopped and Brian let go of you. You were disappointed at the loss of his arms, but your nervous anticipation started up again.

“We’re here,” Brian said. “Take a look.”

He pointed out across the sidewalk to a medium sized-building, unassuming enough… until your eyes stopped at the signs. Your stomach rolled and you couldn’t distinguish your arousal from your anxiety. All you knew was that you were terribly excited for what was to come, because Brian had brought you to a sex shop. Your mouth dropped open.

His hazel eyes watched your reaction with smug interest, and he was clearly pleased with your obvious shock. And the eager anticipation buried so shallow beneath it.

“THIS is your reward Y/N, that you wanted me to decide.” You tried to regain control of your breaths as he spoke. “I thought you might like to purchase some toys for us.”

You were still too shocked to speak, and nodded furiously at what he’d said.

Brian grinned wide. “What do you say then baby?” His eyebrows rose even as his lips remained quirked, reminding you to use your manners in his presence.

“Yes please, thank you Sir.”

“That’s better darling… you’re welcome. I have a small list for you to remember, will that be alright?”

You bobbed your head again, and then remembered to answer properly. “Yes.”

Brian looked over your face, and into your shining eyes as you stared at him with rapt attention. He spoke clearly and confidently, not in the least embarrassed by what he wanted as he listed the items. “A vibrator, a plug, and a leash. Only three things. Plus, and don’t forget this part…” his pupils bored into yours and expressed just how much he wanted you to do the next bit, “…whatever else your little heart desires. Anything that tickles your fancy… or that you think will tickle mine.”

Your mind was already swimming with images of Brian using the various devices on you, and your core muscles twinged with the tell-tale signs of arousal. Especially that last one. You thought of him attaching a leash to your lovely collar and tugging you to him. Or tethered and crawling at his feet when you’d been bad. It was all too much. You needed to shake your head.

You’d never been into such an establishment before- at least for the purposes of buying. You’d done your brief sexual shopping online. Something about this seemed so much more arousing. The cashier would SEE you purchase and know you belonged to someone.

“Alright Y/N?” Brian re-iterated his question, and snapped you out of your fantasies.

“Yes,” you answered, “Leash, plug, vibrator and anything else I like.”

“Good girl.” He placed a kiss on your lips and pressed his credit card into your hands. “Just put everything on this- don’t argue.” Brian smirked as he saw the flare in your eyes. “I’ll be waiting right here.”

His hands shooed you out the door on your side, fondling and cupping your bum in the process, and you could barely assure him that you’d be quick before you were out on the sidewalk. Brian gave you one last wink through the open door before he shut it, careful that nobody would see.

You steeled yourself and stood up straight. You didn’t want Brian to see how nervous you were about this, and tried to walk confidently into the store like you’d done it many times before. Besides, you knew you looked good in your red dress. And you knew you had support from the man in the car. And his come between your legs.

…

The sex shop was moderately sized and stocked to the brim with racks of toys, outfits and other assorted goodies. It was hard to decide where to look, let alone where to go! You’d already found the vibrator and put it in your basket. It was the first thing you did- overwhelmed as you were- because it was somewhat familiar territory. You didn’t really know what Bri wanted, so you chose something standard and moderately sized… a bit ribbed. Multi-purpose and hopefully good for whatever he had in mind. It wasn’t as big as his cock of course, but it would keep you happily full when his dick was somewhere else.

The plug was next on your agenda, as they were situated next to the vibrators. You weren’t entirely sure but you assumed Brian wanted you to get an anal plug. He’d asked you your opinion on anal during your limits conversation after all, and though you had no idea what you were doing the thought wasn’t off-putting. You would do practically anything Brian wanted because you trusted him completely, and you knew he would know how to make you feel good.

Still, you decided on one of the smallest… and then hastily threw in a larger one as well. Because you’d need practice if he ever wanted to get that cock of his in.

Rushing away from the butt plugs with embarrassment and a red blush painting your cheeks, you searched for where leashes might be. You saw handcuffs and various other kinky things in the back corner. Perhaps you could find one there.

Your pulse sped up as you approached said corner. Every item that caught your eye prompted flashes of Brian in your mind. There were paddles and floggers, and you trembled with your basket as you imagined him standing over you telling you what a naughty girl you’d been. Your ass and upper thighs would be red and sore from his punishment, and he’d rub his big hands over your skin to feel the warmth he’d left. God, you could practically sense those long fingers now. You pondered briefly if you should buy one of the paddles- or if Brian should buy one, really- but decided against it. Whatever patterns they could leave on your skin wouldn’t compare to the handprints his bare hands did.

There were also blindfolds and gags of all kinds. They didn’t appeal to you so much. If Brian wanted to use anything like that he would have told you to get it. Besides, you knew how much he liked to hear the sounds he coaxed from you in the heat of passion. And you couldn’t bear to miss the sight of him sweaty and impassioned, with those open lips and bouncing curls.

What did pique your interest were the handcuffs, or, perhaps, more the beautiful, soft ribbons that were also probably used to restrain. You always loved when Brian pinned your arms against the wall or above your head, and with ropes like this, he could do that while leaving his hands free to roam your skin.

You reached out to feel the silky material as your mind pictured all the ways Brian could tie you up- make you wait. Would he like that? Making you watch and beg for him to touch you… almost certainly. You realized your basket would fill quickly if you kept imagining the uses for all these items, but that was probably what Brian wanted. You were too overwhelmed to think straight and you didn’t want to leave him waiting in the car long. After a moment, some lovely red material joined the vibrator and plugs.

You were too new to this world of sexual fantasy- absolutely everything caught your eye. You didn’t even know what half the objects were for yet they still made you blush. Finally you spotted the collars and leashes and allowed yourself to be distracted no more. There were a couple different collars on display, but none as nice as yours, and a little pulse of satisfaction filled your stomach. Brian must have picked the best for you.

There was a modest selection of leashes as well, in a few lengths and colours. Your stomach rolled with salacious pleasure just looking at them. It was kinky and dirty, and totally demeaning if taken the wrong way, but you wanted to be leashed at his feet so much that your pussy clenched in the middle of the store. You loved your collar: loved how it showed you belonged to Brian. With his elegant hands at the other end of a lead there would be absolutely no doubt. And you could show him how good you could be for him.

Your heart pattered away in your chest as you ran your hand along the smooth leather of one that called out to you. It was black like your collar, with a clasp the same gold-colour. Medium length. Not too thin or too thick. You could imagine how it would look in Brian’s grip, fingers tight so you wouldn’t stray too far from him. Or tied to the bedpost of some other penthouse as he fucked you.

You placed the leash into your basket slowly, almost with reverence due to the things it represented in your hopeful mind. A physical tie to Brian to embody an emotional one…. in his hands and around your throat.

You’d found everything he’d asked for, plus a little more. Brian’s voice echoed in your head, saying ‘Good girl Y/N’ in that deep voice that drove you mad and signalled he was pleased. You turned to walk out of the back corner section, willing your suddenly shaky legs to act normal, but only made it a few steps before one last thing caught your eye.

You felt ashamed and greedy as your feet stilled beside the object of interest, because this time the thoughts that filled your head were all for you. Brian hadn’t mentioned it or ever hinted he was interested, but nonetheless your pulse quickened. Perhaps because his preferences didn’t give you the out this time. You had to face up that it was you who was drawn to the wantonness, likely even more so.

You swallowed the large lump in your throat that had formed and reached out to grab the shiny set of nipple clamps, attached together by a thin gold chain. You had no idea what you were doing; you’d never even seen these toys in real life before let alone used them. But you’d read about them. You’d fantasized about the pleasure-pain they could bring. You envisioned Brian chuckling as he tugged lightly on the chain and you cried out, a furious bloom of sensation flowing from your nipples.

A shiver ran through your body, and you held the metal in your hand. Brian HAD told you to get anything you’d like. But the thought of his reaction- a surprised eyebrow bounce or dark glimmer in his gaze- still made you nervous. Not to mention you could be getting in way over your head. You’d heard such toys could be challenging.

Suddenly your phone buzzed and you almost dropped the clamps in panic. Your heart thumped hard in your chest in irrational worry that you’d been caught in some act. Doing something you shouldn’t be doing.

Unknown: 3:23 PM
How’s it going baby ? Find everything ?

After a tiny moment of confusion, your heart started to relax. You forgot that you still hadn’t changed Brian’s contact in your phone. He rarely texted you, preferring to surprise you in person, and when he did you weren’t sure what to change it to. Having ‘Brian May’ in your contacts list didn’t seem right for some reason.

Y/N: 3:24 PM
Good! I’m almost done. There’s just a lot of stuff and it’s hard to find what we want.

You looked around the store on edge while you waited for him to answer. Obviously no one would know who you were texting, but that secret and the weight of the clamps in your hand built on each other to weigh heavy on your nerves.

Unknown: 3:25 PM
Excellent… I know my baby girl will choose well. Pick anything you wish to try and I’ll be more than happy to teach you how it works ;p

As soon as you read Brian’s words your gut twisted from apprehension to pleasure. God, the man was just too much. He was going to corrupt you in so many ways: show you all the delights to be experienced by his hand. And he would revel in every minute of it. You had to swallow a lump in your throat as you made up your mind what to call him in your phone. New wetness joined the old in your panties as your thumbs summed it up in perfect simplicity... ‘Bri’. No title could encompass everything that he was anyways.

And the nipple clamps joined your basket.

You were hurrying to the cashier, now feeling increasingly desperate to see Brian again, when your phone buzzed once more.

Bri: 3:26 PM
And get some lingerie too why don’t you… whatever you like but make sure it’s easy to take off

Fuck. He certainly wasn’t going easy on you, but then again he never did. And you liked it that way.

There was a whole wall dedicated to sexy bras and panties, as well as some more involved costumes and props for role play. You wanted something simple and scanned the selection briefly to find what you were looking for. A pale, cream-coloured set of lace lingerie. The material was sheer and the bottoms had a bow that would sit atop your sex, presenting your body like a little gift for Brian to unwrap every time you wore them, but there was still suitable access should he decide not to. The bra would push your tits up tantalizingly and hold a light draping of lace to cascade down your torso. You would look obedient and angelic, but the sheer amount of skin on display would hint at the naughtiness Brian loved. He would be able to see all the marks on your skin through the light material, and the dark black of your collar contrasting so well.

Yes, this was the outfit you wanted. You didn’t even need to try it on- grabbing your size and guestimating a little on the smaller side just in case.

At this point you knew a blush sat on your cheeks as you approached the girl at the checkout counter. The items in your basket were a dead giveaway to the type of relationship you had. As were the feint bruises that still sat on your neck.

There was no judgement in the cashier’s eyes this time- unlike the other store- only passive understanding and a subtle naughty approval. She scanned your items and placed them in a bag, smiling at you when she finished.

“With purchases of 100 dollars or more we’re giving away these little floggers… do you want one?” Her eyes roamed to the bag full of toys and then back to your face “…You may enjoy it.”

She held the small black item up, complete with feathers and tiny strands of leather, as if you hadn’t been eyeing the very same things earlier.

“Might as well,” you said, feigning confidence but secretly thinking of your red bottom once Brian used it on you. Sure his handprint would be better, but if it was free why not give him the option?

“Great! How would you like to pay?”

“On card please.”

You held up Brian’s credit card and made sure to use the tap option when she passed the machine to you, because you had no idea what his PIN was. That would have been awkward.

Nervous anticipation, lust and pride filled your body as you quickly left the store with your bag and headed back to the black car. The rear door opened when you arrived and you plopped yourself into the back seat to meet a hungry, pleased-looking Brian May.

“Welcome back darling,” he drawled, immediately leaning closer to you and placing a possessive kiss to your lips. “I take it your trip was a success?”

The man made you breathless instantly. “Yes Bri,” you heaved, “I got everything you wanted.”

You placed the bag in the middle between you and his card in his hand, but he didn’t close his fingers until he clarified, “And everything you wanted?”

You nodded your head, suddenly even more nervous for him to see your selections. “Yes.”

Brian pocketed the credit card and smiled- all commanding charm as usual. “Good girl.” He rolled down the partition to tell Allan to head back to the hotel and then rolled it back up and turned to you. “Now let’s see the spoils.”

You sat nervously as he rummaged around in the bag, eyeing each item individually and smirking at your embarrassment. At least Brian wasn’t shy about any of this.

He pulled out the lingerie which sat on top and praised your choice, making you squirm in your leather seat as he spoke of how pretty you would look bouncing on his cock in it, and how he couldn’t wait to rip it off you after.

The first surprise came with the red rope, when his eyes darkened and seemed to stare into you. His soft, deep voice muttered that you were just full of delightful surprises and that he’d have to reacquaint himself with some things he learned in Japan. Your stomach dropped deep at that, and remained heavy for the rest of his appraisal.

He approved of your simple plugs and the vibrator, only noting that it was a little smaller than he expected. The undernote that his cock was much bigger was left unsaid, but heavily implied as he looked at you through his eyebrows.

Brian really liked the leash. He pulled it through his hands as if admiring it, or perhaps admiring the fact you wanted to buy it. No matter how many times you said it, he seemed to marvel at your desire to give yourself to him. It took him a second to realise you were watching him, but when he did he simply smirked at you and winked, essentially turning on that dominant energy in a heartbeat.

The nipple clamps were next, and for all the fuss you made in the store their reception was tame. He set the chain in one big hand and bounced it up and down as if testing their weight. “Wonderful choice Y/N,” he said, “We’ll make good use of these.”

Your guts flipped and your cheeks heated, but that was it. No judgement, no teasing, just caring acceptance of what you wanted to try, because he cared about your fantasies too. Sure it wasn’t the most outrageous kink, but his easy approval filled your heart.

You thought you were out in the clear now: that was everything. Oh, you suddenly remembered, except your free gift.

Brian looked into the bag and pulled out the flogger. “Oh honey… you gonna use this to keep me in line?”

He smiled wide and crooked, enjoying his naughty joke and the look it left on your face. You loved the feeling his teasing gave you, and played along even though the thought of such a device being in your hands had never entered your mind.

“It was free at the counter… but don’t think I won’t if I have to.”

Brian’s eyes sparkled in a way you weren’t expecting. “You promise?”

Well THAT was certainly new. You didn’t know quite how to react. The only thing that was definite in your mind was that there was no way you could handle a man like him. The thumping in your chest increased exponentially.

Your face must have been frozen, slack-jawed in shock, and your eyes wide as you looked up at him, because he laughed deep and pulled you close into his chest until you were smothered, surrounded and warm against his skin. “We’ve got much to explore little girl.”

Your chest tightened at your heart fluttered, wrapped up in his scent and his arms. HIS.

Chapter 71: The Game

Notes:

Daddy kink warning! Please see alternate chapter for a version without it.

Brian found you the best tickets in the house for Toronto’s concert. You didn’t know how it was possible with a sold out show, but if anyone had connections it was him. Watching from the side stage was exciting and intimate but it didn’t give you a full view of everything. So, here in the front row on Brian’s side, you were finally going to get the complete experience.

You were wearing the outfit Brian had bought you yesterday, pulse quick in anticipation for the show as the notes of Innuendo built up the energy of the stadium for their opening number. You didn’t know any of the people beside you, but from the looks on their faces it wouldn’t matter. That’s what Queen could do: bring people from all over the world together.

And fuck, you wanted to dance tonight. Even if only for Brian to catch a glimpse of you in the clothes he picked. You smirked devilishly to yourself and hoped you’d be able to distract him a bit. Imagine, fifteen thousand fans in the audience and his dark eyes focused on YOU. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Your thoughts corresponded perfectly with the lifting of the ‘curtain’ and a first glimpse of Brian’s silhouette. The stunning curls backlit like a halo, framing his beautiful broad shoulders so perfectly it shouldn’t be possible. You watched with glee as everyone’s eyes were drawn to his form as the sounds of the Red Special entranced their ears. There was something that touched you deep inside when Brian’s- and the entire band’s- hard work and talent were appreciated.

Then the real Brian popped up out of the stage, and you were lost in the music just as those around you were: caught in the admiration, in the fantasy.

Roger was pounding the drums hard tonight, and Neil thrumming the baselines so well that every erotic note seeped into your body. Not to mention the melodic wails Brian coaxed from his strings… every note set your nerves tingling. Adam was just as affected apparently, as throughout the show he was dancing, gesturing and miming suggestively around Bri. He sang like an angel but moved like a demon: a charming succubus who held the audience in his hand and wished to tempt the guitarist with it whenever possible. He even managed to tease Roger a bit, through a shield of drums.

It was Brian who got most of the attention though, as he moved those lithe legs around the stage- unable to refrain from running and posing on the strut during his solos. His curls shone and sweat formed on his neck as he smiled and basked in the attention from the audience and singer both. And from you.

Throughout the show Brian stole glances in your direction. When he wasn’t ultra-focused on his playing perfection he would stride up right in front of you and linger a bit longer than in other areas, bending his knees and thrusting just a little more against Red. You had the perfect view up his long legs, and practically melted on the few occasions his eyes locked with yours, screaming for him with the rest of the crowd.

Sure, you’d become very close and intimate with Brian recently, but this position really reminded you of whom he was to most of the world. A rock star. Shining on stage and larger than life. You never really forgot it, but there was a certain side of himself that Brian displayed on stage, raw and confident, clearly doing what he loved, that was mesmerizing to watch.

As you got deep into the show you started to forget yourself. You danced and swayed with the people around you, your body with the crowd but your mind with Brian. The corners of his mouth turned down slightly when he noticed you move a little too close to the man on your left, or bend down to give him a good view of your low-cut neckline. Of course that made you do it all the more.

Every time he saw the other man get a bit handsy Brian's face twitched, and his movements emboldened on stage as if trying to entice you back. Really he knew though, just as you did, that all your focus was on him. This was another game you played. One that would allow him to remind you who you belonged to.

The mere thought of his big hands on your skin soaked your panties, and made your grinding and dancing all the more desperate. Those fingers that worked so expertly over the strings taunted you with every chord. The muscles in his forearms dented his skin. Brilliant white curls shook atop his head. He was absolutely stunning.

Watching Brian worked you up into a frenzy inside, and your lust spilled out in every roll of your hips. The man beside you was certainly appreciating it. He inched closer throughout the night, but you couldn’t fault him. You were sure you were giving off rather wanton vibes.

At one point some hands settled around your exposed waist, just as Brian stole a glance your way, and though he didn’t show it on his face, his eyes were livid. Somehow you knew he didn’t appreciate being teased this much. Saliva caught in your throat. Perhaps your game had gone too far.

…

You went backstage to meet Brian after the show, as was becoming usual, but this time there were even more butterflies in your stomach than before. You felt like your body was vibrating, waiting for the guitarist’s reaction. You stood frozen against the wall with shameful guilt weighing you down, but also a thick knot of arousal deep inside.

You’d been naughty, and Daddy was going to teach you a lesson.

The waiting was agony, but your pulse only quickened when the first peek of white curls could be seen around the corner. Brian stalked from the stage with long, brisk strides, leading the way as Adam and Roger trailed behind him.

His lips were set in a firm line, pressed tight, and his eyes caught yours as soon as he saw you. Black and bottomless. He never looked away as he strode towards you, and your stomach dropped.

“Enjoy the show Y/N?” Brian asked. You could taste his barely concealed rage in the slight hiss of clenched teeth.

“Yes I did… of course!”

Your heart was hammering as your core clenched, but Brian didn’t relent. “You certainly seemed to be having a good time.”

His expression- hard and staring down at you- was so close to your darkest fantasies that you couldn’t think of anything else to say as you repeated, meekly. “I did.”

“Hmm.”

The sexual tension must have been obvious between the two of you, swirling around the heated room, because Roger glanced from your wide eyes to Brian’s narrowed ones and smirked. He clearly knew what was about to happen.

“Glad to hear it Y/N,” the drummer said, perceptively, “I saw you dancing down there… very good.”

At Roger’s words Brian grabbed your wrist in his strong fingers: so tight it was almost painful, but you just grew more aroused at the passion you were able to create. You didn’t know whether you should be worried or grateful that his old friend continued to rile him up.

“Th- Thanks Rog,” you replied, even as Brian was already starting to pull you towards the exit. He talked over anything else you were going to say.

“We’re leaving. Don’t wait up.”

Roger seemed to expect that too, and simply smirked. He shook his head at the guitarist and looked at you almost apologetically- as if he knew what you were in for. A moment was shared between the two older men, and then the drummer stepped aside for you to exit past him.

Adam moved to follow Roger, but stopped when Brian pointed a long finger at him. “And don’t think I didn’t notice what you were up to tonight.” His nostrils flared. “I’ll deal with YOU later.”

The fact that he’d be dealing with you tonight was heavily implied, and Adam’s eyes flashed briefly to meet yours. He couldn’t resist looking at Brian again though, and you watched as his bright blue eyes expanded eagerly at the older man’s words. He opened his mouth to speak, but Bri cut him off.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish boy.”

Without another word to the singer Brian pulled you out the door after him roughly, leaving Adam with his mouth hanging open. His hand was tight on your arm as he dragged you through the hall and to his car.

“I’m sorry Bri—“

“Save it.” He cut you off immediately, clearly not in the mood for talking right now, but whispered harsh into your ear nonetheless. “Naughty girls don’t get to speak.”

You didn’t dare open your mouth after that, and fought a whine as you were forced to keep up with his long strides. You arrived at the car in heated silence.

Even thrumming with angry, dominant energy Brian was a gentleman and opened the rear door for you. Your insides rolled and flipped as his dark stare followed you into the backseat, and you held your breath as he settled in beside you and slammed the door.

“You can show me how sorry you are when we get back to my room.”

…

You were standing in the middle of Brian’s newest hotel bedroom, shaking and ordered not to move. He sat on a nearby chair, long legs spread and chest leaning forward, gaze dark and threatening. The tiniest shiver of fear ran constantly along your spine and you were flushed hot all over. Waiting, waiting with overwhelming nerves for him to say something.

You didn’t dare move until he told you to, and the bloody man made you wait. Until your knees felt weak and your cunt was soaked. Until you’d do anything he told you to do. Until you were sure you were sorry for daring to let anyone else touch you when you belonged to him.

When Brian’s gruff voice finally cut through the air it shocked you. “Are you proud of yourself Y/N?”

You looked over at him, still looming in the dark corner, and from the way his eyes bored into yours you knew he wasn’t finished. The power in his voice grew as he snarled.

“Acting like a little slut while Daddy was busy playing guitar?”

The words hit you so hard you felt your chest physically compress, and a high whine escaped. You’d never felt anything so terrible and arousing all at once. You despaired that Brian was unhappy with you and wanted nothing more than to make it better.

“Be quiet,” he spat at your moan, “And Strip. Sluts don’t deserve pretty clothes.”

You fought a sob as you did as Brian said and removed the gorgeous material he’d purchased for you. First the shirt, then the skirt and your underthings: exposing your skin to his dark eyes. All the while Brian spoke in curt, assertive sentences, for at this point he commanded complete obedience if you were to make up for your misbehavior.

“You’re to speak well tonight Y/N, and address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’ after every little thing that comes from your mouth. I expect nothing but the best manners after your shameful display earlier.” You folded your clothes in a neat pile, trying to show respect and appreciation for what he’d given you while he kept talking. “Let’s practice, shall we? …Who do you belong to Y/N?” His deep voice claimed every fibre of your being.

“You Sir.”

“…Excellent.” Brian stated the word blandly, and you distinctly noticed the absence of his usual, ‘good girl’, following the affirmation.

There was more silence as he looked at you, stark naked and bared before him, and seemed to decide what to do. Your throat felt dry and your heart pounded under his scrutiny. You loved when Brian looked at you with lust and want, and this time there was even something more. Something more predatory.

A small squeak came from the furniture when Brian stood up. “I think you need to be reminded of that. You’re MINE Y/N.” He strode to stand in front of you, tall and beautiful. “Nobody else can lay a fucking hand on you unless I say so.”

“Yes Daddy,” your voice was breathless.

Strong hands pushed down on your shoulders and you sank to your knees, holding your breath as Brian started to circle your form. His strides were slow and languid to stoke the fire of arousal inside you. But, though he walked easy, Brian was anything but calm. His eyes burned just as hot as your skin did. His lips were pursed. Every feature on his handsome face was arranged to show his anger, passion and lust.

Still, even is this state, Brian bit out the necessary words. “What are your safewords Y/N?”

“Red and yellow… Sir.”

You were studying his face so carefully that you saw his lip twitch up at the moniker. Yes, you remembered the rules even for this. You were Brian’s best girl. And God help you you wanted him to remind you to of that. You needed him.

“Use them of necessary,” he said, staring into your eyes for a moment of clarity in the haze. As you nodded, he turned away, and fell into his snarling dominant voice once more. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

Brian grabbed your collar and the leash from a nearby drawer and walked back to tower in front of you. You stared at his strong thighs as he bent down to attach it around your neck, and your stomach lurched when he fastened the buckle. The cool weight on your neck once again a physical reminder of his control.

The leash followed shortly after, with a soft click and a bit if added weight around your neck. It was an entirely new sensation for you, but so far you liked it. You felt small and owned: naked and strapped to Brian.

“There you go Y/N… much better. Now you look just like the little pet you are.” He tugged on the leash, jarring your neck as if to test its effect. “This should keep you from wandering too far.”

Then, slowly… indulgently, Brian led you over to the side of the bed. He took his time and absolutely reveled in the way you were forced to crawl at his feet. And though it made shame burn your skin… you did too. Your insides were twisted in the most pleasant way: tangled in heavy ropes of pleasure from humiliating yourself so willingly. You’d do anything for Brian.

He sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled you between his long legs, so you were bracketed on each side. You remained on the floor, on your hands and knees, with your nipples pebbled and sensitive in the open air. You ached for him to touch you and make you his. You craved all of him.

Brian looked down at you sternly. “Who do you belong to Y/N?” he asked, again, as if somehow you didn’t know.

“You Sir.”

“And do you like being mine?” He prodded, “Don’t I take good care of you?”

“Yes Daddy, you do.”

You were beginning to tremble in earnest now, with your arms growing weak as his attention melted your resolve. And they finally did buckle when he snarled.

“Then WHY did I see you rubbing up against some boy like a little whore?”

Your cheek pressed into the carpet as your head spun. The man you were dancing with was certainly mature, but from the way Brian was using his influence right now he could be called nothing but a boy in comparison.

“I don’t know Sir…” Your soft answer was muffled from the floor, and Brian was not pleased. A sharp tug on your leash pulled your head back up to look at him.

“You don’t know?!?” You’d never heard his gentle voice carry more raw power as he practically spat your words back in your face. “Do you want to fuck him? Suck his cock?”

“No Daddy! I don’t want him,” you cried, “I want YOU. …I just wanted to make you jealous.” Your eyes pleaded with his steely hazel ones as you voiced the truth of your motivations. The truth that Brian knew all along.

“Really Y/N? Is that it?”

You nodded your head sheepishly, “Yes Sir.”

“Well darling, you pretty much succeeded. All I could think about was replacing his hands with my own and fucking you right there.”

You were lost for words and breath as you tried to process what you’d heard. Vivid images swirled in your head briefly of Brian bending you over one of him amps- until he growled and you were snapped back to the present as he continued speaking.

“However…” his lips set into a firm line, “I believe I’ve told you before that I don’t like you acting out for my attention. If you want me to remind you you’re my baby girl then all you have to do is ask.” A faint smirk pulled at his mouth then, and you knew he was pleased with you desperation. “I’d be happy to show you.”

Your chest swelled and your heart pounded, overflowing with need and anticipation. You sat up on the floor and ran your hands along his thighs, delighting in the thick bulge before your eyes. “PLEASE Daddy… make me yours.”

Brian’s eyes crinkled, and the sides of his mouth widened into that devilish smug smirk. He licked his lips, and then opened them, and your core clenched at his words. “Of course Y/N… but you have to be punished first.”

Notes:

Guys I'm so fucking sorry for another cliffhanger but the chapter would have been too long without it. You're used to these from me at this point anyways. Love you!! I promise there is juicy smut and PLOT development to come very soon. <3

Chapter 72: The Game (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as last chapter but without the daddy kink.

Brian found you the best tickets in the house for Toronto’s concert. You didn’t know how it was possible in a sold out show, but if anyone had connections it was him. Watching from the side stage was exciting and intimate but it didn’t give you a full view of everything on stage. So, here in the front row on Brian’s side, you were finally going to get the full experience.

You were wearing the outfit Brian had bought you yesterday, pulse quick in anticipation for the show as the notes of Innuendo built up the energy of the stadium for their opening number. You didn’t know any of the people beside you, but from the looks on their faces it wouldn’t matter. That’s what Queen could do: bring people from all over the world together.

And fuck, you wanted to dance tonight. Even if only for Brian to catch a glimpse of you in the clothes he picked. You smirked devilishly to yourself and hoped you’d be able to distract him a bit. Imagine, fifteen thousand fans in the audience and his dark eyes focused on YOU. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Your thoughts corresponded perfectly with the lifting of the ‘curtain’ and a first glimpse of Brian’s silhouette. The stunning curls backlit like a halo, framing his beautiful broad shoulders so perfectly it shouldn’t be possible. You watched with glee as everyone’s eyes were drawn to his form as the sounds of the Red Special entranced their ears. There was something that touched you deep inside when Brian’s- and the entire band’s- hard work and talent were appreciated.

Then the real Brian popped up out of the stage, and you were lost in the music just as those around you were: caught in the admiration, in the fantasy.

Roger was pounding the drums hard tonight, and Neil thrumming the baselines so well that every erotic note seeped into your body. Not to mention the melodic wails Brian coaxed from his strings… every note set your nerves tingling. Adam was just as affected apparently, as throughout the show he was dancing, gesturing and miming suggestively around Bri. He sang like an angel but moved like a demon: a charming succubus who held the audience in his hand and wished to tempt the guitarist with it whenever possible. He even managed to tease Roger a bit, through a shield of drums.

It was Brian who got most of the attention though, as he moved those lithe legs around the stage- unable to refrain from running and posing on the strut during his solos. His curls shone and sweat formed on his neck as he smiled and basked in the attention of the audience and singer both. And of you.

Throughout the show Brian stole glances in your direction. When he wasn’t ultra-focused on his playing perfection he would stride up right in front of you and linger a bit longer than in other areas, bending his knees and thrusting just a little more against Red. You had the perfect view up his long legs, and practically melted on the few occasions his eyes locked with yours, screaming for him with the rest of the crowd.

Sure, you’d become very close and intimate with Brian recently, but this position really reminded you of whom he was to most of the world. A rock star. Shining on stage and larger than life. You never really forgot it, but there was a certain side of himself that Brian displayed on stage, raw and confident, clearly doing what he loved, that was mesmerizing to watch.

As you got deep into the show you started to forget yourself. You danced and swayed with the people around you, your body with the crowd but your mind with Brian. The corners of his mouth turned down slightly when he noticed you move a little too close to the man on your left, or bend down to give him a good view of your low-cut neckline. Of course that made you do it all the more.

Every time he saw the other man get a bit handsy Brian's face twitched, and his movements emboldened on stage as if trying to entice you back. Really he knew though, just as you did, that all your focus was on him. This was another game you played. One that would allow him to remind you who you belonged to.

The mere thought of his big hands on your skin soaked your panties, and made your grinding and dancing all the more desperate. Those fingers that worked so expertly over the strings taunted you with every chord. The muscles in his forearms dented his skin. Brilliant white curls shook atop his head. He was absolutely stunning.

Watching Brian worked you up into a frenzy inside, and your lust spilled out in every roll of your hips. The man beside you was certainly appreciating it. He inched closer throughout the night, but you couldn’t fault him. You were sure you were giving off rather wanton vibes.

At one point some hands settled around your exposed waist, just as Brian stole a glance your way, and though he didn’t show it on his face, his eyes were livid. Somehow you knew he didn’t appreciate being teased this much. Saliva caught in your throat. Perhaps your game had gone too far.

…

You went backstage to meet Brian after the show, as was becoming usual, but this time there were even more butterflies in your stomach than before. You felt like your body was vibrating, waiting for the guitarist’s reaction. You stood frozen against the wall with shameful guilt weighing you down, but also a thick knot of arousal deep inside.

You’d been naughty, and Brian was going to teach you a lesson.

The waiting was agony, but your pulse only quickened when the first peek of white curls could be seen around the corner. Brian stalked from the stage with long, brisk strides, leading the way as Adam and Roger trailed behind him.

His lips were set in a firm line, pressed tight, and his eyes caught yours as soon as he saw you. Black and bottomless. He never looked away as he strode towards you, and your stomach dropped.

“Enjoy the show Y/N?” Brian asked. You could taste his barely concealed rage in the slight hiss of clenched teeth.

“Yes I did… of course!”

Your heart was hammering as your core clenched, but Brian didn’t relent. “You certainly seemed to be having a good time.”

His expression- hard and staring down at you- was so close to your darkest fantasies that you couldn’t think of anything else to say as you repeated, meekly. “I did.”

“Hmm.”

The sexual tension must have been obvious between the two of you, swirling around the heated room, because Roger glanced from your wide eyes to Brian’s narrowed ones and smirked. He clearly knew what was about to happen.

“Glad to hear it Y/N,” the drummer said, perceptively, “I saw you dancing down there… very good.”

At Roger’s words Brian grabbed your wrist in his strong fingers: so tight it was almost painful, but you just grew more aroused at the passion you were able to create. You didn’t know whether you should be worried or grateful that his old friend continued to rile him up.

“Th- Thanks Rog,” you replied, even as Brian was already starting to pull you towards the exit. He talked over anything else you were going to say.

“We’re leaving. Don’t wait up.”

Roger seemed to expect that too, and simply smirked. He shook his head at the guitarist and looked at you almost apologetically- as if he knew what you were in for. A moment was shared between the two older men, and then the drummer stepped aside for you to exit past him.

Adam moved to follow Roger, but stopped when Brian pointed a long finger at him. “And don’t think I didn’t notice what you were up to tonight.” His nostrils flared. “I’ll deal with YOU later.”

The fact that he’d be dealing with you tonight was heavily implied, and Adam’s eyes flashed briefly to meet yours. He couldn’t resist looking at Brian again though, and you watched as his bright blue eyes expanded eagerly at the older man’s words. He opened his mouth to speak, but Bri cut him off.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish boy.”

Without another word to the singer Brian pulled you out the door after him roughly, leaving Adam with his mouth hanging open. His hand was tight on your arm as he dragged you through the hall and to his car.

“I’m sorry Bri—“

“Save it.” He cut you off immediately, clearly not in the mood for talking right now, but whispered harsh into your ear nonetheless. “Naughty girls don’t get to speak.”

You didn’t dare open your mouth after that, and fought a whine as you were forced to keep up with his long strides. You arrived at the car in heated silence.

Even thrumming with angry, dominant energy Brian was a gentleman and opened the rear door for you. Your insides rolled and flipped as his dark stare followed you into the backseat, and you held your breath as he settled in beside you and slammed the door.

“You can show me how sorry you are when we get back to my room.”

…

You were standing in the middle of Brian’s newest hotel bedroom, shaking and ordered not to move. He sat on a nearby chair, long legs spread and chest leaning forward, gaze dark and threatening. The tiniest shiver of fear ran constantly along your spine and you were flushed hot all over. Waiting, waiting with overwhelming nerves for him to say something.

You didn’t dare move until he told you to, and the bloody man made you wait. Until your knees felt weak and your cunt was soaked. Until you’d do anything he told you to do. Until you were sure you were sorry for daring to let anyone else touch you when you belonged to him.

When Brian’s gruff voice finally cut through the air it shocked you. “Are you proud of yourself Y/N?”

You looked over at him, still looming in the dark corner, and from the way his eyes bored into yours you knew he wasn’t finished. The power in his voice grew as he snarled.

“Acting like a little slut while I was busy playing guitar?”

The words hit you so hard you felt your chest physically compress, and a high whine escaped. You’d never felt anything so terrible and arousing all at once. You despaired that Brian was unhappy with you and wanted nothing more than to make it better.

“Be quiet,” he spat at your moan, “And Strip. Sluts don’t deserve pretty clothes.”

You fought a sob as you did as Brian said and removed the gorgeous material he’d purchased for you. First the shirt, then the skirt and your underthings: exposing your skin to his dark eyes. All the while Brian spoke in curt, assertive sentences, for at this point he commanded complete obedience if you were to make up for your misbehavior.

“You’re to speak well tonight Y/N, and address me as ‘Sir’ after every little thing that comes from your mouth. I expect nothing but the best manners after your shameful display earlier.” You folded your clothes in a neat pile, trying to show respect and appreciation for what he’d given you while he kept talking. “Let’s practice, shall we? …Who do you belong to Y/N?” His deep voice claimed every fibre of your being.

“You Sir.”

“…Excellent.” Brian stated the word blandly, and you distinctly noticed the absence of his usual, ‘good girl’, following the affirmation.

There was more silence as he looked at you, stark naked and bared before him, and seemed to decide what to do. Your throat felt dry and your heart pounded under his scrutiny. You loved when Brian looked at you with lust and want, and this time there was even something more. Something more predatory.

A small squeak came from the furniture when Brian stood up. “I think you need to be reminded of that. You’re MINE Y/N.” He strode to stand in front of you, tall and beautiful. “Nobody else can lay a fucking hand on you unless I say so.”

“Yes SIR,” your voice was breathless.

Strong hands pushed down on your shoulders and you sank to your knees, holding your breath as Brian started to circle your form. His strides were slow and languid to stoke the fire of arousal inside you. But, though he walked easy, Brian was anything but calm. His eyes burned just as hot as your skin did. His lips were pursed. Every feature on his handsome face was arranged to show his anger, passion and lust.

Still, even is this state, Brian bit out the necessary words. “What are your safewords Y/N?”

“Red and yellow… Sir.”

You were studying his face so carefully that you saw his lip twitch up at the moniker. Yes, you remembered the rules even for this. You were Brian’s best girl. And God help you you wanted him to remind you to of that. You needed him.

“Use them of necessary,” he said, staring into your eyes for a moment of clarity in the haze. As you nodded, he turned away, and fell into his snarling dominant voice once more. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

Brian grabbed your collar and the leash from a nearby drawer and walked back to tower in front of you. You stared at his strong thighs as he bent down to attach it around your neck, and your stomach lurched when he fastened the buckle. The cool weight on your neck once again a physical reminder of his control.

The leash followed shortly after, with a soft click and a bit if added weight around your neck. It was an entirely new sensation for you, but so far you liked it. You felt small and owned: naked and strapped to Brian.

“There you go Y/N… much better. Now you look just like the little pet you are.” He tugged on the leash, jarring your neck as if to test its effect. “This should keep you from wandering too far.”

Then, slowly… indulgently, Brian led you over to the side of the bed. He took his time and absolutely reveled in the way you were forced to crawl at his feet. And though it made shame burn your skin… you did too. Your insides were twisted in the most pleasant way: tangled in heavy ropes of pleasure from humiliating yourself so willingly. You’d do anything for Brian.

He sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled you between his long legs, so you were bracketed on each side. You remained on the floor, on your hands and knees, with your nipples pebbled and sensitive in the open air. You ached for him to touch you and make you his. You craved all of him.

Brian looked down at you sternly. “Who do you belong to Y/N?” he asked, again, as if somehow you didn’t know.

“You Sir.”

“And do you like being mine?” He prodded, “Don’t I take good care of you?”

“Yessir , you do.”

You were beginning to tremble in earnest now, with your arms growing weak as his attention melted your resolve. And they finally did buckle when he snarled.

“Then WHY did I see you rubbing up against some boy like a little whore?”

Your cheek pressed into the carpet as your head spun. The man you were dancing with was certainly mature, but from the way Brian was using his influence right now he could be called nothing but a boy in comparison.

“I don’t know Sir…” Your soft answer was muffled from the floor, and Brian was not pleased. A sharp tug on your leash pulled your head back up to look at him.

“You don’t know?!?” You’d never heard his gentle voice carry more raw power as he practically spat your words back in your face. “Do you want to fuck him? Suck his cock?”

“No Sir! I don’t want him,” you cried, “I want YOU. …I just wanted to make you jealous.” Your eyes pleaded with his steely hazel ones as you voiced the truth of your motivations. The truth that Brian knew all along.

“Really Y/N? Is that it?”

You nodded your head sheepishly, “Yes Sir.”

“Well darling, you pretty much succeeded. All I could think about was replacing his hands with my own and fucking you right there.”

You were lost for words and breath as you tried to process what you’d heard. Vivid images swirled in your head briefly of Brian bending you over one of him amps- until he growled and you were snapped back to the present as he continued speaking.

“However…” his lips set into a firm line, “I believe I’ve told you before that I don’t like you acting out for my attention. If you want me to remind you you’re my baby girl then all you have to do is ask.” A faint smirk pulled at his mouth then, and you knew he was pleased with you desperation. “I’d be happy to show you.”

Your chest swelled and your heart pounded, overflowing with need and anticipation. You sat up on the floor and ran your hands along his thighs, delighting in the thick bulge before your eyes. “PLEASE Sir… make me yours.”

Brian’s eyes crinkled, and the sides of his mouth widened into that devilish smug smirk. He licked his lips, and then opened them, and your core clenched at his words. “Of course Y/N… but you have to be punished first.”

Chapter 73: Show Me I'm Yours

Notes:

SMUT SMUT SMUT

Daddy kink warning and a small humiliation kink warning. Idk just lots of dirty kinky stuff. Hope you enjoy!

I wrote this on my phone so there may be errors.

“Look Y/N,” Brian growled, gesturing with one big hand over the large bulge in his trousers, “See how hard you’ve made Daddy.”

You swallowed a thick lump and nodded, head bobbing tantalisingly close to his constrained cock from your position between his legs. It wasn’t a question, he just wanted you to look, and see what you wanted most. To tease you as part of the punishment for daring to show interest in anything else but him.

“You want my cock, don’t you pet? Practically gagging for it there on the floor.” His dark eyes sent tendrils of fire along your skin.

Brian shifted on the bed and opened his legs just a tiny bit further, until you were salivating at the outline of his manhood. Of course you wanted it; you wanted all of him. Your pupils dilated and you held your breath, readying every ounce of focus to please the man above you. You wanted to make it up to him; you wanted to be his good girl.

“Yes Daddy…” you whimpered quietly, and felt your gut clench at how it made you feel even smaller, “I love your gorgeous cock. Please let me make you feel good…”

You pulled yourself closer to his fly and reached to undo the button of his jeans, determined and eager to suck him like he so often made you do. You were aching to let him use your mouth- come down your throat or on your face- anything. Just to feel his claim again.

Your fingers trembled slightly as they neared the dark denim, but suddenly they were stopped by a firm hand on your wrist.

“Then you should have thought of that before you acted like a little slut.” He spat that word again, and you curled inwardly at the fucking shameful arousal that his humiliation brought you. “You don’t deserve to suck Daddy’s cock right now.”

The words made you want to cry and come at the same time. Fuck. Brian was hot when he got like this. Terrifyingly commanding and in control, brimming with power and poise… and everything was directed at YOU. Your pussy leaked and dripped, ready and yearning for him to have his way with you. You didn’t even know what to say, but suspected your remorseful silence and wanton submission was enough. You bowed your head to the floor, and felt Brian’s stare trace your form.

“Get your vibrator out if the top drawer Y/N,” he said suddenly, “And bring it to me.”

Your heart thumped as you shot to attention, answering an immediate “Yes Sir” and turning to get up and walk to the dresser. But, again, you were stopped by Bri. This time with a sharp tug on the leash.

The burning in your core flared and darkened when you turned to question him, and a deep voice left upturned lips. “Crawl.”

You felt like melting right there on the floor, and it was all you could do to force your limbs to move under his hot stare. Every time your hands touched the carpet you felt dirtier, and more turned on. Especially when you felt the leash trailing behind you. There was something fucking wrong with you, you thought, and whatever it was Brian could bring it out with a raised eyebrow.

Your retrieved the item in question and padded back over between Brian’s long legs. The silence of the room was deafening. All you could hear was the blood in your ears until he grabbed the toy from your outstretched palm and said, “Over my lap baby.”

Somehow your legs acted on autopilot for Bri, because you weren’t sure you could properly function with the thought of what that meant. Before you knew it you were laid out across his strong thighs with your hips and breasts pressed into his warmth. His legs were too long, and the bed too high for you to kneel in position, so you had to hold yourself up partially on shaky legs.

You probably looked like a pathetic, needy mess, draped naked across a much older rock star's lap and begging him to do whatever he wanted to you. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Good darling, you look delicious like this.” Brian’s smooth tenor rumbled through your chest, and you preened at the first proper praise you’d earned that night.

“Thank you Daddy.”

His hummed and rubbed a hand over your arse, as if surveying the area for later. “Ask nicely for me to spank you Y/N, because you obviously wanted this.” He reached from your bottom to your dripping hole and pressed one long finger to your entrance, as if to prove his point. “Such a naughty girl... pushing Daddy to punish you, desperate for anything.”

You loved the way he touched you this brazenly, because you were his. Even the slightest touch could cause delight.

“Please Daddy,” you begged, just as he’d said you would, “Please spank me for being bad. I’ll never be naughty again.”

You words were ineloquent, but when Brian growled you didn’t care. It just added to everything that was going on. “We both know that’s not true baby. You’re gonna have to get used to my handprints on your ass.”

Oh fuck, you were so glad he didn’t want the flogger. One, because Brian was in a burning mood and you were sure it would have hurt, and two, because now you knew he enjoyed leaving his mark in that particular way just as much as you did.

“Oh please Sir, give me— Urrngh!”

Brian plunged his finger into your folds and cut off your words, placing you under his control once more. “Not quite yet baby, just one thing…”

You felt your opening expand and stretch as he moved his finger, and then briefly nothing before he replaced it with the dildo. Your walls clenched immediately around the toy and your overworked nerves sent pulses of pleasure through your body, arching slightly on Brian’s lap. It felt good, and you loved the substance of it within you. But it was NOTHING like Brian’s cock. Not even close.

Even when he switched it on to the lowest setting and a pleasant vibration set in.

“You’re not allowed to come tonight Y/N. Not until you’ve taken everything I want to give you and you’re full of my come.” He slapped your cheeks lightly, and gave you a taste of just how hard that was going to be with the toy inside you. “MAYBE then I’ll let you remember who can make you feel this good.”

Your voice was just as shaky as your legs, as you waited in nervous anticipation for him to begin. “Y- Yes Daddy.”

A warm hand rested on the small of your bare back. “Colour?”

“Green.”

“Good girl. Count and thank me after each one.”

Brian spanked you hard with his big, open hands, covering your backside and upper thighs with red marks of his possession. Your skin stung and your sex throbbed, filled and buzzing with the vibrator which moved teasingly inside you with every strike. It pressed against certain spots that made you crave for more, to yearn for the next spanking even though Brian wasn’t holding back and it hurt.

You got to ten before the challenge really set in. “Ten, thank you Daddy.” You forced the words out while your pussy tensed around the toy inside you, just as Brian re-adjusted it. You couldn’t stop from moaning against his thigh.

A smug chuckle came from above. “Look at you baby, so desperate and wet…” he pressed the vibrator further into your channel “…from your punishment. Naughty girl.”

The heat flared out from the red handprints on your ass, every artery flooded with hot blood and divine sensation. The combination of your position in Brian’s lap, the pain of the spankings, and the buzz of the vibrator was getting to be too much.

“Please Sir- no more. I’m gonna come.”

Brian answered your plea with another hard slap to your cheek, evidently not moved by your begging. You remembered to count 11 and thank him, and then he spoke.

“I know what you can take Y/N. You’re not done until I say you are…” his voice got rough, “…Until you’re a begging, screaming mess and your ass is sore enough to remind you who you belong to every time you sit down.”

Your protests died in your throat and were replaced by a quiet whine. There was no competing with that; he was masterful, and truthfully, you craved that soreness tomorrow. You just wanted Brian, wanted his hands in you in any way.

Brian continued to fifteen, twenty, and you couldn’t feel anything but your burning skin and the dull throb of painful, overpowering arousal between your legs. Everything felt tight and hot, and the hurt was so good, because it was from Brian. You deserved it for being bad, and having him spend this much time and thought on you in any way was bliss. He was taking what he needed from you, losing himself just as you were, in your desire to bend yourself to his will.

There were probably tears dripping your face and onto his jeans every time you wiped on the material. The room was filled with his heavy breathing and your moans, pleading for him to let you come and to touch you anywhere- to get you over that edge. It shook you deep inside that Brian enjoyed doing this to you, that your little sounds and movements captured his attention and made him hard. It was heady and dirty and you loved being put in your place.

“Please Daddy, PLEASE!!” You cried into the air and hoped he would let you have what you really wanted- his big, beautiful cock, and his lips on yours. “I need you…” you sniffed between sobs, loving how the situation let you get everything off your mind, “…I'm sorry.”

Brian’s hand stilled, and he waited for you to finish.

“I’m yours, only yours Sir.” You heaved on his knees, out of words and thoughts. Pushed SO far to the edge that your legs were shaking, and the swollen pressure in your cunt was all you could think about. And yet the vibrator drove you further, making you want to rut your still hips into Brian’s thigh.

You knew he would stop if you used your colours, but you didn’t want that to happen. You wanted to see how far you could go just as much as Brian did.

“Shh Baby,” his smooth voice tumbled down to your spent form, “I know. You’ve done well for me… So good.”

As hard as it was to focus, it was easy to listen to him.

“One more, and then I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

Brian removed his hand once more, and came down just as hard as he had been the whole time- not going easy on you just for the begging. You couldn’t help but cry out again, and arch up into the searing pain his huge hand left across your bottom. “Twenty five,” you counted finally, “Thank you Daddy.”

Brian slipped the dildo out of your slick hole and your muscles spasmed. It was so unsatisfactory, having not come and being empty once more. But at least you weren’t being pushed any further because you knew you couldn’t hold off your orgasm for much longer. You were proud that you’d taken Brian’s punishment and didn’t want to break any more of his rules.

Your limbs all felt heavy as he settled you back between his legs. Your ass was sore and you winced to sit on it, opting instead to stay a bit sideways on your knees.

“My good girl… look at you,” Brian murmured, “So gorgeous like this.”

Your eyelids were half closed as you looked up at him and gave him a happy smile. You felt everything, everywhere. Being good for Bri had brought you into the present and for once you weren’t thinking of what could go wrong between you.

“Now open up for me so I can remind you who you belong to.”

Ugh, yes… this was what you’d been waiting for. You opened your mouth and batted your eyelashes, knowing it would be hard for him to resist.

He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly, finally allowing his long cock to swell properly without restraint. You stared at him and licked your lips, pleased that you’d made him so hard and aching for a taste.

Brian chuckled, a deep, barking thing, and fondled himself in front of you. “Eager as ever I see… Daddy’s little cock slut.”

Your stomach dropped again, and your thoughts were upended as he grabbed the underside of your chin. You felt more wetness slide from your pussy, unbelievably missing the vibrator.

Brian pulled your head up to look at him, squishing your cheeks between his long fingers in the process. His gaze was hard, and you were lost in his eyes.

“I thought I said… open.” He stuck his pointer finger between the lips you didn’t know you’d closed on the last word and brushed against your tongue. It was too tempting to suck his digit a bit before obeying.

“I can do whatever I want to you Y/N, can’t I? You’re mine.”

It was an awkward, sloppy thing, but you managed to answer in his hold. “Yessth, please Daddy.” You kept your mouth open afterwards, feeling wonderfully vulnerable.

Brian’s eyes widened as he looked at you, and the dark glimmer of wickedness intensified.

“Fuck baby girl, you best be careful. Daddy can get possessive.” Your stomach rolled as he said it so casually, like he hadn’t just ruined your backside because you danced with someone in the audience of his concert. “But you wouldn’t let anyone else do this… Only me. I know you’re my good girl."

He brought his lips together, into that perfect bow he had, and worked his tongue against his teeth. The muscles in his face and neck moved as he forced you to watch, and it was one of the most erotic things you’d ever seen. His mouth twitched up when he saw how intently you were watching. Lord knows he’d never looked so smug.

Then Brian leaned over you as he held your head, bringing his cock closer in your peripheral vision, but the focus was still his beautiful face.

He parted his full lips and brought his tongue out, staring down like he wanted to taste you, and let a bead of saliva drip over your face until he closed his teeth and spat into your mouth.

Fuck. It was warm and mostly tasteless, but you could still discern the sultry flavour of him. Some drops had fallen across your lips; they sat wet on your skin.

It was too much, and you moaned loud as Brian smirked and tightened his grip on your cheeks, like he couldn’t resist capturing the mess he’d made of you. You felt so dirty, and owned. He honestly could do anything he wanted to you, if the searing heat and arousal in your core was anything to go by.

“Don’t swallow darling,” Brian drawled, “Not until I say. Be patient for Daddy.”

He closed the remaining space between you and breathed hot on your skin, licking your cheek between his fingers before letting go. You could feel the blood rush back with his clamping hand gone. Every muscle quaked as you waited for him.

Brian leaned back and held eye-contact with you while he slipped his pants off. You watched and resisted the urge to swallow as you saw those lithe legs uncovered, with all his lovely body hair. Next was the shirt, which again he made quick work of and tossed carelessly to the side, so his entire sexy body was bare. God you wanted him.

When he was done stripping Brian sighed, smirking and tilting his head to the side as he looked at you. He gripped his thick cock in one hand and scooted nearer to the edge of the bed.

The other hand reached into your hair and pulled you close, directing your head onto his shaft without so much as a word. Using you without a second thought. Reminding you who you belong to.

Your spit, Brian’s spit, and his precome all mixed in your mouth as you wet his penis. You moaned around him and leaned hard against his hand, taking him deep already to show how much you enjoyed him in your mouth. You wanted him to know how you loved doing this for him, taking him. And how hot you’d found his little experiment earlier.

“Good baby… feel how hard you’ve made me. I’m gonna fuck you so nice.” Brian’s words were strained as he experienced the pleasures of your mouth. “Show Daddy how much you want it.”

And fuck, you did. You worshipped that big cock: sucking and tonguing and moaning around his girth. You put absolutely everything into pleasing him, still feeling the aching on your arse you endured the same in your jaw to show how sorry you were and how he was all you really wanted.

It was frantic, and brief, and you heaved breathless when he groaned and pulled you off.

“Up baby girl,” he tugged on your leash and set you on the mattress, manhandling you with heavy hands. The duvet wasn’t even open, he just threw you down on top and crawled over you: two naked bodies in need of each other.

His form dwarfed yours as you lay on your back beneath him and opened your legs wantonly. You had been teased so long that you welcomed the pain of your bruised backside against the bed, so long as he’d fill you and fuck you.

Brian looped your leash over the headboard. It wasn’t tight enough to cut off your mobility in any way, but you could feel the weight when you moved. You could feel what it represented, splayed out beneath Brian in your collar.

His eyes looked deep brown, filled with hot lust and possessiveness, and the slight snarl if his lips hinted just how good this was gonna be. You could barely contain yourself.

“Please Daddy,” you whined, “Show me I’m yours.”

The growl that left his throat was low and loud, and it set your veins on fire. “I’m going to sweetheart…” he lined his cock up between your legs and pushed himself inside you, snarling over your cries, “So you never forget again.”

He gave you barely any time to adjust, as you were getting used to when he wanted to fuck you immediately. When you riled him up. It meant you felt every inch of him. The vibrator hadn’t done much to prepare you for Brian’s cock, but his actions had. You were more than wet enough for the stretch to feel wonderful. A slight pain, and the immense satisfaction to feel him inside you: your body taking his perfectly.

And you knew, really, that Brian secretly loved it. He loved how small you were. How tight you were. He enjoyed the contrast of your bodies same as you did, and you knew there must be some satisfaction at hearing you cry out as he filled you. You trusted him not to hurt you; you knew he cared. And that trust was what let you enjoy being pushed so far to the edge. You’d been naughty after all.

“Does it feel good Y/N, Daddy’s cock?” He grunted as he thrust into you, “Is this what you wanted when you were teasing me all show? NOBODY else can fuck you like I do- no one else is allowed.”

“Mmph, god yes!” Your words burst forth as he pushed the breath out of you every thrust. “I need you Daddy... Only you.”

“Bloody hell…”

Brian gritted his teeth and grabbed your neck, just under your collar. The presence of his fingers set your muscles aflutter: that erotic loss of control flooded through you.

“I’m gonna come Sir,” you managed, barely.

But Brian’s grip just tightened. “Not until I do. Be GOOD.”

He pounded into you needily, chasing his own orgasm. The nails on his free hand scraped your skin while the other shortened your breath. You could tell he was close too- losing control of himself. He brought his head down to bite the soft skin of your neck, sending bursts of pain and pleasure along your chest. He was like an animal, claiming you. You hoped there would be marks.

“Fuck baby girl… so perfect. All mine.” His voice was rough and masculine, reaching a primal part of you as he chanted for you to “Take it.”

No matter how much you gave him it was never enough, he always wanted MORE. Your inner muscles spasmed and fluttered- so close. You wanted to give him everything.

The pleasure increased and Brian’s hips lost rhythm, desperate for the release you could give him. He opened his eyes and stared down at your face with a dark gaze. He looked gorgeous: raw, powerful. You could see a sudden urge in his expression, hesitant at first, and then fiery hot.

Right as you were sure you were about to lose yourself over the edge, Brian spat into your open mouth again and kissed you deep, forcing you to swallow as his come likewise painted your cunt. He stole your breath as he filled you: he was everything.

And it was all too much, you came too, shuddering beneath him and moaning against his lips. Fuck, you never felt more complete than when you’d satisfied him. When you’d been good. And Brian said as much.

“Good Girl,” he rumbled, finally releasing your lips. “Mine.”

“Yes Daddy- always.”

He collapsed on top of you, hot and heavy, and you were almost smothered by his body as he pressed you into the mattress with your legs still spread and him softening inside you. You could barely breathe, but you felt his breaths against you and fell into the rise and fall of his body. God, your walls clenched pitifully even as he groaned. You felt owned. Like you belonged somewhere and to someone. You wrapped your arms around his sweaty back and never wanted to let him go.

Your head was fuzzy, drifting from pleasant thought to thought: all about Brian. Just you lying against him, pleasing him. Enveloped in his smell. It was perfection. So when he started to move and pull away from your arms, you whined.

“No… Daddy,” your slurred words were barely coherent; you couldn’t think of any way to fix them before he left you alone, and you desperately didn’t want that right now. You felt like you’d cry if he didn’t stay.

“It’s okay darling, I’ll be right back, I’m just—"

“Hnnnngh,” you interrupted, and held him tight, almost lifting yourself off the mattress in the process. You still couldn’t think, so you said what you knew. “…yellow.”

Immediately Brian stilled, and you sighed in relief, pleased that his weight returned and happy to snuggle your face into his neck.

A soft, worried voice floated close to your ear. “What’s wrong sweetheart? …Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head against his skin and placed a kiss to his collar bone, fighting to control the cry in your voice. “No Daddy, just please… don’t go.”

Brian’s breath seemed to catch then, just barely, but you felt it from being so close. He drew his big, warm arms around you and squeezed you tight, rolling you over to the side and tucking his knees up against your back until you were wrapped in him, still filled with his cock.

“Oh darling, darling… I’m so sorry.” His voice almost broke. “I’m not going to leave you my perfect girl. You were so good for me- so good.”

You relaxed into his embrace and focused on the rumble of his chest as he murmured in your ear.

“You took everything so well tonight; I’m so proud of you.” There was a slight pause, as if he was hesitant to say the next bit, but wanted to do it for you. “...I can show you every version of myself Y/N, and you welcome them all. I’m SO glad I found you baby.”

You loved the sound of Brian’s voice, especially when he was saying things that blew your mind and seized your heart. It was almost painful, how your chest tightened and the emotions flooded through you.

“I’m glad too Bri,” you said. “You’re everything I could ever possibly need… the most amazing, caring, passionate man I’ve met in my life.”

You felt a warm puff of air as Brian took a deep breath and sniffed quietly. He swallowed, and your heart expanded even further to know your sentiments touched him. The man who knew everything didn’t seem to know what to say. It was a moment of shared post-coital bliss and intimacy before he spoke.

“I—” Brian’s words stalled, like he was going to say one thing, and then switched to another. “You’re mine Y/N. I can’t bear the thought of you being with anyone else.” He pressed soft kisses to your forehead. “The feeling I get with you is… indescribable. Baby girl… you don’t know what you do to me- beautiful inside and out.”

God, your insides fluttered: butterflies in your chest and tingles of satisfaction around his now flaccid manhood. You loved him. Loved him.

And right now, as opposed to last time, you didn’t care if he knew. You wanted him to know, so be the consequences. He deserved to be aware of his place in your heart.

“I love you Brian,” you said quietly, about to fall asleep in his arms. It felt good to get it off your chest: to tell him what you knew to be true, even if it wasn’t returned. You were entirely content just being here in his arms.

As you dozed off, tired and spent from the night of passion, you missed the solitary tear that rolled down his creased cheek.

And the urgent text from Jenna.

Notes:

Well?? I hope you liked it. What could Jenna want?

Chapter 74: Show Me I'm Yours (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as last chapter without daddy kink

“Look Y/N,” Brian growled, gesturing with one big hand over the large bulge in his trousers, “See how hard you’ve made me.”

You swallowed a thick lump and nodded, head bobbing tantalisingly close to his constrained cock from your position between his legs. It wasn’t a question, he just wanted you to look, and see what you wanted most. To tease you as part of the punishment for daring to show interest in anything else but him.

“You want my cock, don’t you pet? Practically gagging for it there on the floor.” His dark eyes sent tendrils of fire along your skin.

Brian shifted on the bed and opened his legs just a tiny bit further, until you were salivating at the outline of his manhood. Of course you wanted it; you wanted all of him. Your pupils dilated and you held your breath, readying every ounce of focus to please the man above you. You wanted to make it up to him; you wanted to be his good girl.

“Yes Sir…” you whimpered quietly, and felt your gut clench at how it made you feel even smaller, “I love your gorgeous cock. Please let me make you feel good…”

You pulled yourself closer to his fly and reached to undo the button of his jeans, determined and eager to suck him like he so often made you do. You were aching to let him use your mouth- come down your throat or on your face- anything. Just to feel his claim again.

Your fingers trembled slightly as they neared the dark denim, but suddenly they were stopped by a firm hand on your wrist.

“Then you should have thought of that before you acted like a little slut.” He spat that word again, and you curled inwardly at the fucking shameful arousal that his humiliation brought you. “You don’t deserve to suck my cock right now.”

The words made you want to cry and come at the same time. Fuck. Brian was hot when he got like this. Terrifyingly commanding and in control, brimming with power and poise… and everything was directed at YOU. Your pussy leaked and dripped, ready and yearning for him to have his way with you. You didn’t even know what to say, but suspected your remorseful silence and wanton submission was enough. You bowed your head to the floor, and felt Brian’s stare trace your form.

“Get your vibrator out if the top drawer Y/N,” he said suddenly, “And bring it to me.”

Your heart thumped as you shot to attention, answering an immediate “Yes Sir” and turning to get up and walk to the dresser. But, again, you were stopped by Bri. This time with a sharp tug on the leash.

The burning in your core flared and darkened when you turned to question him, and a deep voice left upturned lips. “Crawl.”

You felt like melting right there on the floor, and it was all you could do to force your limbs to move under his hot stare. Every time your hands touched the carpet you felt dirtier, and more turned on. Especially when you felt the leash trailing behind you. There was something fucking wrong with you, you thought, and whatever it was Brian could bring it out with a raised eyebrow.

Your retrieved the item in question and padded back over between Brian’s long legs. The silence of the room was deafening. All you could hear was the blood in your ears until he grabbed the toy from your outstretched palm and said, “Over my lap baby.”

Somehow your legs acted on autopilot for Bri, because you weren’t sure you could properly function with the thought of what that meant. Before you knew it you were laid out across his strong thighs with your hips and breasts pressed into his warmth. His legs were too long, and the bed too high for you to kneel in position, so you had to hold yourself up partially on shaky legs.

You probably looked like a pathetic, needy mess, draped naked across a much older rock star's lap and begging him to do whatever he wanted to you. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Good darling, you look delicious like this.” Brian’s smooth tenor rumbled through your chest, and you preened at the first proper praise you’d earned that night.

“Thank you Sir.”

His hummed and rubbed a hand over your arse, as if surveying the area for later. “Ask nicely for me to spank you Y/N, because you obviously wanted this.” He reached from your bottom to your dripping hole and pressed one long finger to your entrance, as if to prove his point. “Such a naughty girl... pushing for a punishment, desperate for anything.”

You loved the way he touched you this brazenly, because you were his. Even the slightest touch could cause delight.

“Please Sir,” you begged, just as he’d said you would, “Please spank me for being bad. I’ll never be naughty again.”

You words were ineloquent, but when Brian growled you didn’t care. It just added to everything that was going on. “We both know that’s not true baby. You’re gonna have to get used to my handprints on your ass.”

Oh fuck, you were so glad he didn’t want the flogger. One, because Brian was in a burning mood and you were sure it would have hurt, and two, because now you knew he enjoyed leaving his mark in that particular way just as much as you did.

“Oh please Sir, give me— Urrngh!”

Brian plunged his finger into your folds and cut off your words, placing you under his control once more. “Not quite yet baby, just one thing…”

You felt your opening expand and stretch as he moved his finger, and then briefly nothing before he replaced it with the dildo. Your walls clenched immediately around the toy and your overworked nerves sent pulses of pleasure through your body, arching slightly on Brian’s lap. It felt good, and you loved the substance of it within you. But it was NOTHING like Brian’s cock. Not even close.

Even when he switched it on to the lowest setting and a pleasant vibration set in.

“You’re not allowed to come tonight Y/N. Not until you’ve taken everything I want to give you and you’re full of my come.” He slapped your cheeks lightly, and have you a taste of just how hard that was going to be with the toy inside you. “MAYBE then I’ll let you remember who can make you feel this good.”

Your voice was just as shaky as your legs, as you waited in nervous anticipation for him to begin. “Y- Yes Sir.”

A warm hand rested on the small of your bare back. “Colour?”

“Green.”

“Good girl. Count and thank me after each one.”

Brian spanked you hard with his big, open hands, covering your backside and upper thighs with red marks of his possession. Your skin stung and your sex throbbed, filled and buzzing with the vibrator which moved teasingly inside you with every strike. It pressed against certain spots that made you crave for more, to yearn for the next spanking even though Brian wasn’t holding back and it hurt.

You got to ten before the challenge really set in. “Ten, thank you Sir.” You forced the words out while your pussy tensed around the toy inside you, just as Brian re-adjusted it. You couldn’t stop from moaning against his thigh.

A smug chuckle came from above. “Look at you baby, so desperate and wet…” he pressed the vibrator further into your channel “…from your punishment. Naughty girl.”

The heat flared out from the red handprints on your ass, every artery flooded with hot blood and divine sensation. The combination of your position in Brian’s lap, the pain of the spankings, and the buzz of the vibrator was getting to be too much.

“Please Sir- no more. I’m gonna come.”

Brian answered your plea with another hard slap to your cheek, evidently not moved by your begging. You remembered to count 11 and thank him, and then he spoke.

“I know what you can take Y/N. You’re not done until I say you are…” his voice got rough, “…Until you’re a begging, screaming mess and your ass is sore enough to remind you who you belong to every time you sit down.”

Your protests died in your throat and were replaced by a quiet whine. There was no competing with that; he was masterful, and truthfully, you craved that soreness tomorrow. You just wanted Brian, wanted his hands in you in any way.

Brian continued to fifteen, twenty, and you couldn’t feel anything but your burning skin and the dull throb of painful, overpowering arousal between your legs. Everything felt tight and hot, and the hurt was so good, because it was from Brian. You deserved it for being bad, and having him spend this much time and thought on you in any way was bliss. He was taking what he needed from you, losing himself just as you were, in your desire to bend yourself to his will.

There were probably tears dripping your face and onto his jeans every time you wiped on the material. The room was filled with his heavy breathing and your moans, pleading for him to let you come and to touch you anywhere- to get you over that edge. It shook you deep inside that Brian enjoyed doing this to you, that your little sounds and movements captured his attention and made him hard. It was heady and dirty and you loved being put in your place.

“Please Sir, PLEASE!!” You cried into the air and hoped he would let you have what you really wanted- his big, beautiful cock, and his lips on yours. “I need you…” you sniffed between sobs, loving how the situation let you get everything off your mind, “…I'm sorry.”

Brian’s hand stilled, and he waited for you to finish.

“I’m yours, only yours Sir.” You heaved on his knees, out of words and thoughts. Pushed SO far to the edge that your legs were shaking, and the swollen pressure in your cunt was all you could think about. And yet the vibrator drove you further, making you want to rut your still hips into Brian’s thigh.

You knew he would stop if you used your colours, but you didn’t want that to happen. You wanted to see how far you could go just as much as Brian did.

“Shh Baby,” his smooth voice tumbled down to your spent form, “I know. You’ve done well for me… So good.”

As hard as it was to focus, it was easy to listen to him.

“One more, and then I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

Brian removed his hand once more, and came down just as hard as he had been the whole time- not going easy on you just for the begging. You couldn’t help but cry out again, and arch up into the searing pain his huge hand left across your bottom. “Twenty five,” you counted finally, “Thank you Sir.”

Brian slipped the dildo out of your slick hole and your muscles spasmed. It was so unsatisfactory, having not come and being empty once more. But at least you weren’t being pushed any further because you knew you couldn’t hold off your orgasm for much longer. You were proud that you’d taken Brian’s punishment and didn’t want to break any more of his rules.

Your limbs all felt heavy as he settled you back between his legs. Your ass was sore and you winced to sit on it, opting instead to stay a bit sideways on your knees.

“My good girl… look at you,” Brian murmured, “So gorgeous like this.”

Your eyelids were half closed as you looked up at him and gave him a happy smile. You felt everything, everywhere. Being good for Bri had brought you into the present and for once you weren’t thinking of what could go wrong between you.

“Now open up for me so I can remind you who you belong to.”

Ugh, yes… this was what you’d been waiting for. You opened your mouth and batted your eyelashes, knowing it would be hard for him to resist.

He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly, finally allowing his long cock to swell properly without restraint. You stared at him and licked your lips, pleased that you’d made him so hard and aching for a taste.

Brian chuckled, a deep, barking thing, and fondled himself in front of you. “Eager as ever I see… my little cock slut.”

Your stomach dropped again, and your thoughts were upended as he grabbed the underside of your chin. You felt more wetness slide from your pussy, unbelievably missing the vibrator.

Brian pulled your head up to look at him, squishing your cheeks between his long fingers in the process. His gaze was hard, and you were lost in his eyes.

“I thought I said… open.” He stuck his pointer finger between the lips you didn’t know you’d closed on the last word and brushed against your tongue. It was too tempting to suck his digit a bit before obeying.

“I can do whatever I want to you Y/N, can’t I? You’re mine.”

It was an awkward, sloppy thing, but you managed to answer in his hold. “Yessth, please Sir.” You kept your mouth open afterwards, feeling wonderfully vulnerable.

Brian’s eyes widened as he looked at you, and the dark glimmer of wickedness intensified.

“Fuck baby girl, you best be careful. I can get... possessive.” Your stomach rolled as he said it so casually, like he hadn’t just ruined your backside because you danced with someone in the audience of his concert. “But you wouldn’t let anyone else do this… Only me. I know you’re my good girl."

He brought his lips together, into that perfect bow he had, and worked his tongue against his teeth. The muscles in his face and neck moved as he forced you to watch, and it was one of the most erotic things you’d ever seen. His mouth twitched up when he saw how intently you were watching. Lord knows he’d never looked so smug.

Then Brian leaned over you as he held your head, bringing his cock closer in your peripheral vision, but the focus was still his beautiful face.

He parted his full lips and brought his tongue out, staring down like he wanted to taste you, and let a bead of saliva drip over your face until he closed his teeth and spat into your mouth.

Fuck. It was warm and mostly tasteless, but you could still discern the sultry flavour of him. Some drops had fallen across your lips; they sat wet on your skin.

It was too much, and you moaned loud as Brian smirked and tightened his grip on your cheeks, like he couldn’t resist capturing the mess he’d made of you. You felt so dirty, and owned. He honestly could do anything he wanted to you, if the searing heat and arousal in your core was anything to go by.

“Don’t swallow darling,” Brian drawled, “Not until I say. Be patient for me.”

He closed the remaining space between you and breathed hot on your skin, licking your cheek between his fingers before letting go. You could feel the blood rush back with his clamping hand gone. Every muscle quaked as you waited for him.

Brian leaned back and held eye-contact with you while he slipped his pants off. You watched and resisted the urge to swallow as you saw those lithe legs uncovered, with all his lovely body hair. Next was the shirt, which again he made quick work of and tossed carelessly to the side, so his entire sexy body was bare. God you wanted him.

When he was done stripping Brian sighed, smirking and tilting his head to the side as he looked at you. He gripped his thick cock in one hand and scooted nearer to the edge of the bed.

The other hand reached into your hair and pulled you close, directing your head onto his shaft without so much as a word. Using you without a second thought. Reminding you who you belong to.

Your spit, Brian’s spit, and his precome all mixed in your mouth as you wet his penis. You moaned around him and leaned hard against his hand, taking him deep already to show how much you enjoyed him in your mouth. You wanted him to know how you loved doing this for him, taking him. And how hot you’d found his little experiment earlier.

“Good baby… feel how hard you’ve made me. I’m gonna fuck you so nice.” Brian’s words were strained as he experienced the pleasures of your mouth. “Show me how much you want it.”

And fuck, you did. You worshipped that big cock: sucking and tonguing and moaning around his girth. You put absolutely everything into pleasing him, still feeling the aching on your arse you endured the same in your jaw to show how sorry you were and how he was all you really wanted.

It was frantic, and brief, and you heaved breathless when he groaned and pulled you off.

“Up baby girl,” he tugged on your leash and set you on the mattress, manhandling you with heavy hands. The duvet wasn’t even open, he just threw you down on top and crawled over you: two naked bodies in need of each other.

His form dwarfed yours as you lay on your back beneath him and opened your legs wantonly. You had been teased so long that you welcomed the pain of your bruised backside against the bed, so long as he’d fill you and fuck you.

Brian looped your leash over the headboard. It wasn’t tight enough to cut off your mobility in any way, but you could feel the weight when you moved. You could feel what it represented, splayed out beneath Brian in your collar.

His eyes looked deep brown, filled with hot lust and possessiveness, and the slight snarl if his lips hinted just how good this was gonna be. You could barely contain yourself.

“Please Sir,” you whined, “Show me I’m yours.”

The growl that left his throat was low and loud, and it set your veins on fire. “I’m going to sweetheart…” he lined his cock up between your legs and pushed himself inside you, snarling over your cries, “So you never forget again.”

He gave you barely any time to adjust, as you were getting used to when he wanted to fuck you immediately. When you riled him up. It meant you felt every inch of him. The vibrator hadn’t done much to prepare you for Brian’s cock, but his actions had. You were more than wet enough for the stretch to feel wonderful. A slight pain, and the immense satisfaction to feel him inside you: your body taking his perfectly.

And you knew, really, that Brian secretly loved it. He loved how small you were. How tight you were. He enjoyed the contrast of your bodies same as you did, and you knew there must be some satisfaction at hearing you cry out as he filled you. You trusted him not to hurt you; you knew he cared. And that trust was what let you enjoy being pushed so far to the edge. You’d been naughty after all.

“Does it feel good Y/N, filled with my cock?” He grunted as he thrust into you, “Is this what you wanted when you were teasing me all show? NOBODY else can fuck you like I do- no one else is allowed.”

“Mmph, god yes!” Your words burst forth as he pushed the breath out of you every thrust. “I need you Sir... Only you.”

“Bloody hell…”

Brian gritted his teeth and grabbed your neck, just under your collar. The presence of his fingers set your muscles aflutter: that erotic loss of control flooded through you.

“I’m gonna come Sir,” you managed, barely.

But Brian’s grip just tightened. “Not until I do. Be GOOD.”

He pounded into you needily, chasing his own orgasm. The nails on his free hand scraped your skin while the other shortened your breath. You could tell he was close too- losing control of himself. He brought his head down to bite the soft skin of your neck, sending bursts of pain and pleasure along your chest. He was like an animal, claiming you. You hoped there would be marks.

“Fuck baby girl… so perfect. All mine.” His voice was rough and masculine, reaching a primal part of you as he chanted for you to “Take it.”

No matter how much you gave him it was never enough, he always wanted MORE. Your inner muscles spasmed and fluttered- so close. You wanted to give him everything.

The pleasure increased and Brian’s hips lost rhythm, desperate for the release you could give him. He opened his eyes and stared down at your face with a dark gaze. He looked gorgeous: raw, powerful. You could see a sudden urge in his expression, hesitant at first, and then fiery hot.

Right as you were sure you were about to lose yourself over the edge, Brian spat into your open mouth again and kissed you deep, forcing you to swallow as his come likewise painted your cunt. He stole your breath as he filled you: he was everything.

And it was all too much, you came too, shuddering beneath him and moaning against his lips. Fuck, you never felt more complete than when you’d satisfied him. When you’d been good. And Brian said as much.

“Good Girl,” he rumbled, finally releasing your lips. “Mine.”

“Yes Sir- always.”

He collapsed on top of you, hot and heavy, and you were almost smothered by his body as he pressed you into the mattress with your legs still spread and him softening inside you. You could barely breathe, but you felt his breaths against you and fell into the rise and fall of his body. God, your walls clenched pitifully even as he groaned. You felt owned. Like you belonged somewhere and to someone. You wrapped your arms around his sweaty back and never wanted to let him go.

Your head was fuzzy, drifting from pleasant thought to thought: all about Brian. Just you lying against him, pleasing him. Enveloped in his smell. It was perfection. So when he started to move and pull away from your arms, you whined.

“No… Brian,” your slurred words were barely coherent; you couldn’t think of any way to fix them before he left you alone, and you desperately didn’t want that right now. You felt like you’d cry if he didn’t stay.

“It’s okay darling, I’ll be right back, I’m just—"

“Hnnnngh,” you interrupted, and held him tight, almost lifting yourself off the mattress in the process. You still couldn’t think, so you said what you knew. “…yellow.”

Immediately Brian stilled, and you sighed in relief, pleased that his weight returned and happy to snuggle your face into his neck.

A soft, worried voice floated close to your ear. “What’s wrong sweetheart? …Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head against his skin and placed a kiss to his collar bone, fighting to control the cry in your voice. “No Bri, just please… don’t go.”

Brian’s breath seemed to catch then, just barely, but you felt it from being so close. He drew his big, warm arms around you and squeezed you tight, rolling you over to the side and tucking his knees up against your back until you were wrapped in him, still filled with his cock.

“Oh darling, darling… I’m so sorry.” His voice almost broke. “I’m not going to leave you my perfect girl. You were so good for me- so good.”

You relaxed into his embrace and focused on the rumble of his chest as he murmured in your ear.

“You took everything so well tonight; I’m so proud of you.” There was a slight pause, as if he was hesitant to say the next bit, but wanted to do it for you. “...I can show you every version of myself Y/N, and you welcome them all. I’m SO glad I found you baby.”

You loved the sound of Brian’s voice, especially when he was saying things that blew your mind and seized your heart. It was almost painful, how your chest tightened and the emotions flooded through you.

“I’m glad too Bri,” you said. “You’re everything I could ever possibly need… the most amazing, caring, passionate man I’ve met in my life.”

You felt a warm puff of air as Brian took a deep breath and sniffed quietly. He swallowed, and your heart expanded even further to know your sentiments touched him. The man who knew everything didn’t seem to know what to say. It was a moment of shared post-coital bliss and intimacy before he spoke.

“I—” Brian’s words stalled, like he was going to say one thing, and then switched to another. “You’re mine Y/N. I can’t bear the thought of you being with anyone else.” He pressed soft kisses to your forehead. “The feeling I get with you is… indescribable. Baby girl… you don’t know what you do to me- beautiful inside and out.”

God, your insides fluttered: butterflies in your chest and tingles of satisfaction around his now flaccid manhood. You loved him. Loved him.

And right now, as opposed to last time, you didn’t care if he knew. You wanted him to know, so be the consequences. He deserved to be aware of his place in your heart.

“I love you Brian,” you said quietly, about to fall asleep in his arms. It felt good to get it off your chest: to tell him what you knew to be true, even if it wasn’t returned. You were entirely content just being here in his arms.

As you dozed off, tired and spent from the night of passion, you missed the solitary tear that rolled down his creased cheek.

And the urgent text from Jenna.

Chapter 75: Caught on Camera

Notes:

Things are going down. Get ready for a rough ride these next few chapters.

You awoke the next morning with a very sore behind, and a happy heart. Brian was still beside you with his arms draped over your skin. You felt snug and safe against his moving chest, breathing deeply after so much passion last night.

Brian must have cleaned you and tucked you into the blankets properly after you fell asleep. The collar and leash were removed as well. The thought of him taking such gentle care of you, and then laying down to keep you in his arms once more, set your insides tingling wonderfully. You adored him, and you didn’t regret your words last night one bit.

As always, you were content to rest in Brian’s slumbering embrace for as long as possible in the morning, trying to capture the feeling of his naked skin against yours, but eventually your bladder complained too loud to ignore. You got up carefully, but without too much worry; you’d learned Brian was a bit of an insomniac but once he fell asleep he was hard to wake up.

Your leaving did roll him into a more upright position on his back however, and you grinned wide at the light snoring that started moments later. Shuffling to the bathroom, that bright smile only lasted so long for as soon as you sat on the toilet seat the bruises on your ass flared in pain. That made it more of a grimace.

Completing your business on the pot, you wandered over to wash your hands and survey the damage in the mirror. Finger-shaped bruises and bite marks littered your neck and stood out dark against your pale skin. Your own hand traced the shadow of Brian’s in awe, and your stomach lurched at the tenderness he’d left. To you, the swirls of barely-there purple were beautiful. And not all of these ones could be hidden. People would see, and perhaps know that you belonged only to Brian.

Feeling your heart pound in your chest, your eyes trailed down to the bruises on your hips, and you took a deep breath before turning to see your backside. It became a sharp gasp when you got a good view.

Splotched with developing bruises, your skin was still red from your punishment last night. So many handprints had meshed together that they couldn’t be distinguished separately, but there were small marks of fingers in various places. The heady sight of your naughtiness caused your gluts to clench, and that made the soreness flare once again.

Other than your ass you didn’t feel any lingering hurt. Between your legs you felt utterly used and completely satisfied, and it was wonderful. You didn’t want to disobey Brian again, or work him up too often in that particular way, but you couldn’t regret your choices last night. He hadn’t been aggressive or unkind, just forceful, and you could feel the passion in every action.

Shivers trailed up and down your skin as you thought of Brian and what he’d done to you. How he wanted you. You walked back into the bedroom and looked his sleeping form, sprawled out from end to end on the large bed. He was beautiful: so stunningly gorgeous in the soft light that you felt a pain in your throat. His features were so relaxed when he slept that the years melted away, the experience was hidden, and all that remained was the face of a gentle, innocent angel. It contrasted so much with the possessive, masterful rock star that you’d faced last night, but it was all Brian. You loved him for everything he was and everything he could be.

A swollen feeling of gratefulness and ecstasy stayed with you as you dressed, took one last look at the wonderful man on the bed, and wandered over to the kitchen. You wanted to make him something for breakfast. Perhaps it was a play at some evasive domesticity, or a buried instinct to provide for him as he did you. You didn’t really care. You knew there were many aspects of your relationship that would be judged harshly by the outside world, but here, just with you and Bri, it was perfect.

There wasn’t much food in the fridge but some fruits and yogurt had been stocked. Buoyed by confidence after so much last night, you set to making him a parfait. You chopped the berries and scooped everything into the most suitable bowl you could find, and it wasn’t until you were placing it back in the fridge that you realised you’d not made anything for yourself. A smile pulled at your lips at you own foolishness. The thought of Brian’s appreciation, and the slight twinkle that would appear in his eyes as he thanked you, was too distracting. You quickly made another breakfast for yourself and put it in beside Brian’s. You’d wait and eat together.

You could feel your own humourous exhale through your nose. Whenever he did eventually wake up.

To bide the time you decided to find your phone. As soon as you located it and saw the flashing light of notifications a tiny smidge of guilt added to the happy morning. Perhaps you were ignoring your friends and family a bit at the moment. Nomatter, you’d talk to them now.

Shockingly, you had a ton of unread messages, and missed calls from numerous people, but no more so than from Jenna. There were 12 waiting just from her- top of the list.

Jenna: 8:26 PM YESTERDAY
Y/N, girl… there’s something I saw online today that I think you should know about.

Jenna: 8:29 PM YESTERDAY
It’s nothing SUPER bad don’t worry, but I thought I’d give u a heads up

Jenna: 8:30 PM YESTERDAY
There were a few pics of you posted in a stupid tabloid article. Just google new Brian May news stories and it should come up

Jenna: 8:30 PM YESTERDAY
Not that these fucking things should be considered news

Jenna: 8:31 PM YESTERDAY
It’s just… some of the girls are asking and idk what to tell them. It’s been spreading through the squad like fucking fire

Jenna 8:40 PM YESTERDAY
Lemme know

Jenna 9:24 PM YESTERDAY
GIRL

Jenna 9:26 PM YESTERDAY
You gotta help me out here!

Jenna 10:47 PM YESTERDAY
Y/N!!!!! Answer me plz. I’m worried about you.

Jenna 1:37 AM
One can only assume you’ve been fucked senseless all night cuz ur not usually this unresponsive. U do u I guess. Maybe you could spare a second to send your best friend an update when you have the urge.

Jenna 1:40 AM
Babe im sorry for that last one. I hope ur doing ok.

Jenna 1:42 AM
Just PLEASE send me something soon before I have to fly to DC and whoop some old man ass

You just about dropped the phone when you’d read the messages, heart pounding harder and harder with each one. First, you just about threw up imagining what in the HELL could be printed about you and Bri in the tabloids. You assumed it was from Toronto and knew you’d easily done enough that trip to incriminate yourselves. Bile churned in your stomach at the thought of people criticising Brian because you’d been caught in the fitting room. But Jenna said it wasn’t TOO bad, so it couldn’t possibly be that.

Then you felt almost sicker at Jenna’s implication that Brian wasn’t treating you well or was forcing you into situations you didn’t want to be. That was ludicrous, and you hated the fact that he could be blamed so much more for “taking advantage” of you. YOU were the one who could ruin his reputation with one false move- and maybe already had. You wanted to look out for Bri, not cause a huge mess.
You didn’t give a single fuck if you were labeled a whore or a gold digger, but if they wrote one bad word about Brian you would crumble.

You texted back with trembling thumbs.

Y/N: 9:37 AM
Hey, I’m sorry. I’m fine, I’m safe, and he’s treating me right. Don’t worry about me im having a blast. Just looking at the pics now

Proper grammar and explanation could wait; you looked up whatever had been posted and knew Jenna would reply momentarily. It didn’t take much to find the article. There it was: “Brian May and Pal Hit Toronto Streets.” A terrible title for the typical tabloid trash.

What followed were a few poorly written paragraphs about your brief trip to the ice cream stand and the concert in Toronto, interspersed with photos of the two of you together and Brian greeting the fans. Jenna was right, there was nothing blatantly exposing about the page, but they’d underlined the basic language with so many hints and suggestions that readers couldn’t help but question what the relationship was.

One particular image caption, “Brian and his cheerleading companion enjoy some sugar,” was particularly two-faced. It sent a little twinge of fear through you, to hint so obviously at your secret, and embarrassingly, also a tiny buzz of arousal from the forbidden naughtiness. The accompanying picture was one of the many moments where Brian was teasing you. He was licking his cone and staring at your face, which was filled with lust that was hopefully not as readable as it seemed.

The rest of the pictures weren’t much better: you snuggled up to Brian’s side as he took that selfie, his arm around your shoulder as you sat far too close, and your own suggestive cone-licking that you hoped to god your mother would never see. To mention a few.

Someone had done some digging because they listed you as a Dallas cheerleader, and were SURE to mention your performance on stage with Queen. They even mentioned you by name once or twice, and listed your age for no reason other than to cause a stir.

Your pulse was racing when your phone buzzed and you almost dropped it on the floor. Jenna had answered back.

Jenna: 9:39 AM
Y/N FINALLY!!! Omg. I’m glad I heard from u. I denied everything to the girls of course, and said he was probably just making you feel welcome. You can see what I meant about the pics. Not too bad but I thought u should kno.

You composed a quick reply thanking her for covering for you, and for the heads up in general, before returning to your existential crisis on the webpage. There were over a hundred comments already. You knew you shouldn’t read them, but God you were burning up with terror and would assume the worst if you didn’t.

The first couple set the tone for the vast majority of them.

“There’s nothing much to read here. They’re just having ice cream. You tabloids need to get a grip and stop invading people’s privacy.”

“He’s clearly f-cking her. Old rich rockstar can’t keep his hands to himself, and she’s sucking that gold mine dry.”

Your mouth went dry after the second, shocked and scared that people could be so quick to jump to conclusions. Sure, those conclusions happened to be true, but your heart hurt at your relationship being described so crudely. You felt you had something special with Brian; you knew you loved him. You clenched your teeth and tightened your grip around your phone, tears starting to form in your eyes. It was endlessly frustrating and you wanted to scream. Why couldn’t people see that there was nothing wrong with what existed between you?

There were more and more comments along the same vein, but when you read those that mentioned Anita, and if she was privy to what seemed to be going on on tour, you felt that dreaded sickness in your stomach. Maybe there was something a bit wrong.

You were determined not to cry because of some fucking two-cent publication and idiotic internet commenters who didn’t have any clue what they were talking about. ‘You knew this was coming’, you told yourself, and steeled your reaction as much as possible. But still the pressure clawed at your throat and the worry spun your head. What would Brian think?

You stewed on your sore ass in the kitchen chair for a while, switching every couple minutes from the conclusion that it wasn’t a big deal to the fucking end of the world. You felt foolish and out of your depth: lost in waters you had no idea how to navigate. You wanted Brian. You needed Brian. He would be able to make everything alright, as he always did. But you weren’t going to fucking wake him up for this shit.

So you sat and hoped desperately the article didn’t change anything.

…

Eventually you were sprung out of your inner turmoil by a soft, melodic voice. Brian. Your shoulders instantly relaxed. He sounded bleary from sleep, but happy, and a bit confused why you weren’t still in bed with him. He called your name almost in song, and it was so full of affection that you couldn’t help but smile. This was something worth the hardships. This was good.

Despite everything that was going on, as you grabbed the parfaits and hoped they would help break the news, you still felt a twinge inside at the domesticity. Of the slightly kinky aspect of your relationship that you loved. He called, and you came, padding devotedly into the room to serve him breakfast.

Brian greeted you in bed with a bare chest, puffy hair, and a smile on his face. His eyes were barely open, squinting in the morning light. You walked towards him and tried not to shake the yogurts too much. Oh, the things this man could do to you.

“Good morning my darling,” he said, and you felt the usual comfort and safety you always did. The security you needed.

“Morning Bri…” you walked over to his side of the bed, “…I made you breakfast.”

Brian looked at the fruit and licked his lips. “Oh thank you baby; you didn’t have to do that.” His words were kind, but his tone of voice told just how much he did appreciate the gesture. He liked that you wanted to do these things for him.

You simply held out his larger parfait for him to take; the subtext was enough. “I hope you like it.”

Instead of taking the bowl Brian grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the bed with him, laughing as you squealed and tried not to spill everything. He grabbed your hips to set you on top of him, straddling his lap over the blankets, and ran his hands down the back of your shorts to squeeze your arse. You were wobbly and surprised, but God those hands felt good on your sore skin.

“I’m sure I’ll like it Y/N, because I rather like you.”

Your chest felt as if it were about to explode, brimming with happiness at his words. You suddenly remembered your confession last night. Brian may not have said the exact same ‘L’ word as you did, but the timing was too significant not to notice. It was enough: to be with him now and know he wanted you here.

“I like you too.”

Brian chuckled and looked up at you through his eyebrows. He didn’t mention what you’d said last night, and clearly wasn’t making fun of you for it. It was sweet, really, and you somehow knew that he was okay with it. The situation wasn’t right for those kinds of statements, and you knew Brian could never admit anything, but you could almost feel it in the warm silence.

Giving your bruised bottom one last squeeze, Brian grabbed his parfait. “Did you enjoy last night Y/N?” He started to eat as he waited for an answer, obviously wanting you to stay and enjoy breakfast in his lap.

You weren’t sure what to say. It had been a punishment, but you knew you’d remember it for the rest of your life. It was what you needed. And besides, the way Brian had phrased it, you wondered if he was asking about the kinks and roughness in general.

You swallowed and squirmed a bit, rubbing your crotch over his. “In a weird way… yes.”

Brian looked contemplative as he finished his bite, and then smirked, understanding your meaning.

“Good. Then you’ll remember that you’re mine.” His eyes flicked up to yours on the last word, as if daring you to question it again. His tone was so casual, and confident, that it stirred eager arousal between your legs. It was completely the wrong time, and you had something important to tell him, but there was no denying how keen you were for his touch.

“Yes Bri- only yours.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, and his eyes crinkled.

You ate in companionable silence, sitting atop him like some prized possession. It wasn’t lost on you that Brian was naked under the cover and that his cock was small inches from your core. Your arse hurt a bit while putting weight on it, and had all morning, but sitting on Brian’s lap was worth the pain much more than a boring old chair. And it reminded you of what he’d done last night.

You chatted a bit throughout breakfast as well, but your thoughts were always drawn back to the looming tabloid article. You needed to muster the courage to mention it but could never seem to do so. Luckily Brian read you well.

“There’s something on your mind sweet thing,” he said, reaching to cup your cheek, “What is it?”

The nerves settled in your stomach right away, but you knew it was best to get to the point. “Jenna brought an… article… to my attention, and I thought you should know about it.” The safety his eyes provided let you continue. “I thought you’d know what to do.”

Brian put his parfait, which you were pleased to see he’d finished, down on the bedside table and adjusted you upon him, placing his hands back on your hips. “If I’m guessing right, this wasn’t so much an article as a page of paparazzi photos and accompanying twaddle.”

Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but grin at his word choice. “Yeah.”

“Then what we’re going to do about it is nothing.” He took your bowl from you as well and then pulled you down into his chest for a kiss.

You melted into his warm body and let his lips caress yours for a moment, heart fluttering as your worries drifted away. The morning stubble on his cheeks was wonderfully attractive. As was the way his fingers held you tight.

Brian pulled back and looked into your eyes, still licking his lips from the taste of you. “Those pathetic tabloids will write about anything- Make up whatever story suits their fancy. It’s best not to give them credibility through acknowledgement.”

He was about to lean back towards you for another kiss when you spoke. “What they’re insinuating is true though.” You were sorry for being stubborn, but you couldn’t get those pictures out of your head.

Brian just laughed, and you felt a little jab in your heart. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.” He abruptly flipped you onto your back and rolled overtop, flinging the blankets off his bare back without care as he did so. Dismissive of the sheets like he was the tabloids.

Seeing your wide eyes from his new position above you, Brian leaned close. “I told you it wouldn’t be your fault Y/N… I’m not mad. No one takes that shit seriously.” He finished with a finality that showed he wouldn’t give another thought about it, and certainly wouldn’t look at the pictures. A second later he pressed you into the mattress.

You let yourself be consumed by his wet lips once more, and subconsciously raised your hips into his body above you, but you couldn’t shake certain thoughts from invading your head. Thoughts of a younger Brian saying the same thing. Footage of a gorgeous man with dark curls denying any rumours while sitting too close to his actress friend. Headlines, comments, and ruined marriages.

An insistent tongue slid into your mouth and big hands pawed at your breasts. You shuddered and gasped at his sudden uncontrollable want, and the hot hardness that was forming against your body. Fuck. You needed to give this man absolutely everything.

It couldn’t happen again. Brian would be more careful this time. He knew what he was doing.

You struggled to remove your shorts and get ready for him. It didn’t matter if you’d dressed earlier; Brian helped you shove the material out of the way. He needed you again, already.

Chapter 76: Breaking News

Notes:

Here you go!! It's short... but packed full of emotion I hope. <3

You showered Brian’s come off your mons, which he’d coated with a grunt before bringing you off through the mess with his fingers. You could still picture his eyes after his orgasm: surprised and… almost, ashamed?... that he’d come before you this time, all over your skin in the heat of the moment. Then his brows knitted in pure determination to pull you apart like only he could.

He usually liked to come inside you, but the sticky warmth coating your sex and Brian’s dark gaze were almost as good. It was certainly dirtier, and carried much more visible evidence of his claim on you. That had been the delightful thought in your mind when you realized Brian’s choice. You'd come hard, shaking on the mattress, and all insecurity left his face in place of pleased smugness. Which was almost enough to start you again.

He hadn’t joined you in the shower unfortunately- blaming some sort of call or message he had to send- so you were much faster than usual, with no big man to press you against the tiles.

Sparkling and clean, you exited the luxury shower and turned the water off, only to hear Brian’s exasperated voice in the new silence.

“No I haven’t seen the fucking pictures… I told you I didn’t know about the bloody thing at all.” He laughed, “It’s not my fault the public are so entertained by this type of rubbish.”

A sudden nervousness set your heart beating. Brian’s tone was still light, but it carried a trace of annoyance not-so-subtly underneath. He wasn’t the best at hiding his true feelings as he told whomever, “You know better than to believe anything you read in those rags.”

You could hear him pacing at the same time you heard the thumping in your chest. Brian had said the article wasn’t a big deal… so why was he so annoyed that someone had seen it?

“Darling, I’m sorry if people are asking questions… but it doesn’t mean anything. She’s a new physiotherapist and I was just being kind.”

You froze on the bathroom tiles. So that was why. Fuck. You knew the reasons he did, but your heart still hurt to hear him say those words. Bile rose in your stomach and you clenched your fists at your side. He was lying to his wife.

The frightening realization shot through your veins and you tried to control your breathing as Brian’s voice turned bitter.

“…What I’m like? What’s that supposed to mean?”

His apparent outrage was shocking, and the glimmer of anger scared you. How could he be so defensive? He spoke as if blaming the woman for having the gall to believe something that was true.

You could imagine hard lines forming on Brian’s face as he listened to Anita: as he was forced to address the issue he’d always avoided with you. It still seemed he was attempting to wriggle out of it though. His stubbornness always came through, even when he knew it was a lost cause. And he hated to be put in the wrong.

“I'm tired as shit. Forgive me if I enjoy her company in what little free time we have.”

Brian’s voice was angry like you hadn’t heard it before. He spoke low and dangerously teasing when he was displeased with you, and he'd seemed to simmer with anguished rage at himself the one other time you’d seen him angry- that first time in the mirror- but this was altogether different. It was shrill and cutting. And it set your hair on edge.

Clearly Anita was similarly displeased, for the verbal lashing must have lasted a while as long legs paced in silence. You felt for her, truly. You couldn’t imagine what she was going through, what it would be like to feel you were losing Bri. You’d known him a pittance compared to her, and already you knew it would destroy you to see him go. But surely this wasn’t new. You were likely just the latest in a long line of dalliances. That’s what you told yourself to make the guilt a bit lighter; to kid yourself out of the blame. Perhaps you and Brian weren’t so different after all.

After waiting out the tirade Brian sighed, as if finally giving up, no longer able to hold his irritation. “What do you want me to say 'Nita?” His voice was almost gentle again, a smooth layer just covering the rough edge that peaked through as he finished, “…That I fucked her?”

A brief pause, followed by another sigh as you stood shivering and hating yourself once again for eavesdropping. Brian’s soft voice didn’t match the crude language he was using. It was clear he had experience and was used to such things. Such accusations. Such lies.

“It’s clearly what you’re insinuating.... Don’t act so naïve. You know I love you baby-”

She must have cut him off with another outpouring of emotions, and to his credit, Brian let her speak. Until he couldn’t contain himself.

“Oh that’s nice.” Scathing and sarcastic once more. “So long as it’s not in the bloody press eh?”

God, they seemed to rile each other up like no other. It almost made you feel ashamed. You knew you would never stand up to Brian like that. You didn’t push him, didn’t meet him as an equal. You were just a stupid little girl trailing around after—

“I’m sorry darling... it was just fucking ice cream— No. Nothing else... I didn’t.”

You felt like you were going to puke.

“…Cross my heart.”

And with that you panicked, flying over to the towel to wrap it around your shivering body as Brian said goodbye to Anita and told her again that he loved her. Something he’d never do to you. You knew YOU felt it, and you thought he did, but you’d seen with your own eyes how he stopped himself from admitting it. With shaking hands you cursed the world and everything that drove you apart.

How could you be writhing and crying in pure, perfect ecstasy underneath him one moment, and then left with such a shallow, dark feeling inside the next? Everything you felt with Brian was in extremes. The slightest twitch of his lips drove you to wonderful highs and terrible lows, and you didn’t know if it would ever get better.

You looked in the mirror- at your pursed lips and watery eyes- and your throat strained in pain. You saw your flushed cheeks splotched red, your throat stained with bites and fingermarks, and you tried to tell yourself they meant something. That he cared for you. God, you even knew that much was true.

Still, the words hurt- the lies hurt. You felt a hot tear run down your cheek. Perhaps reality hurt.

Everything was just too overwhelming and confusing at that moment. You couldn’t hold yourself together. A quiet sob left your chest, followed by another, and before you knew it you were crying. Even as your reflection in the mirror blurred through tears, you hated yourself for doing it. Everything felt tight inside. You didn’t want to be this way: something else for Brian to deal with. You wanted to be his emotional rock.

But, as you heard the door open and saw his beautiful worried eyes, you knew he was yours.

Brian stood and looked at your hunched form, and you looked at him. Your heart pounded, and then seemed to stop. It was like you couldn’t breathe. Immediately he opened his arms so you could place yourself within them... and you so desperately wanted to run into his embrace, but your feet didn’t move. You didn’t know what to do.

Your sobs wracked the silence, and for another brief spell you could only look at Brian in shock and confusion. His brow raised almost imperceptivity, and he pushed his lips together. Everything felt wrong for a moment... and then he took a tiny step forward.

Fuck, that was all you needed. You ran towards him and buried your face in his chest. You felt the tears well up again against his skin. He always smelled wonderful: slightly musky and male, completely him and completely safe. Big, beautiful Brian who could protect you from anything and make you feel oh so good.

You cried against him for a moment and let him absorb all your tears and worries, shaking as large hands roamed your back. You loved him; you belonged to him. And you needed him more than ever.

Your swirling thoughts were interrupted by a familiar rumble as he finally spoke. “Up Y/N... let me see that pretty face.”

Brian gently pushed under your chin until your eyes met his: deep, enthralling and unescapable.

Chapter 77: Good Ideas

“I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

Brian’s soft voice rolled along your skin, trying to smooth the hairs that stood on end. You were still trembling, standing there in his arms, but being so near him was already helping, once you let yourself succumb to his charms and influence. Brian could calm you down even if you didn’t want to be. He was both the cause and relief of your overwhelming emotions. You were alone here, and he was your everything.

As you looked up into his deep hazel eyes, creased with sorrow and worry to find you in such a state, a hot shiver ran down your back. You couldn’t lose this- couldn't lose him. The warm tears welled in your eyes again as you faced the impossible situation, just in time for Brian to catch them on his thumbs.

“No... don’t cry darling- Not over me. Not over what I had to say.” He rubbed soothing circles on your wet cheeks. “I had to be harsh, or she wouldn’t drop it. You see?”

Brian looked down at you like he was holding a baby dove: soft and careful not to break it. His eyes sparkled as he explained his language on the phone. He spoke as if you knew all along yours was a torrid affair, always needing to be secret and hidden, and you were entirely complicit in deceiving his wife. That particular problem wasn’t even mentioned, because it was glaringly obvious and you were a fool.

Yet his gaze implored you to nod, so you did, and sniffed away some tears.

Brian’s arms pulled you tighter. “What we have isn’t nothing Y/N... I’d never want to make you think that. You’ve been so good to me, so bloody perfect I can’t think of much else.” He pet your wet hair, and cradled your head into his chest again, letting you relax into the gentle rumble of his voice. “This won’t change a thing. I meant what I said- That article has done the only damage it could do. They write things like that all the time.”

God, your head was spinning, and you weren’t sure you could remain upright if Brian wasn’t holding you. Your heart pounded on its own accord. ‘Nothing will change,’ he’d said. But shouldn’t it? It was a relief, and a shameful, bitter twinge of glee that, to Bri, keeping you was worth any trouble with his wife, but for some reason, you felt that this should have changed things.

You wanted to tell him you loved him, and find out once and for all if he’d ever say it back, but the words died before they ever formed on your tongue. You nervously shifted your thoughts, and murmured weakly against his chest for an easier confirmation. “You want to keep me around?”

Brian hummed. “Oh yes baby girl, very much... if you’ll have me.”

“Of course I will Bri.” Your response came reprehensibly easily, and you were ashamed again how quickly you compromised your morals for this man as you stood, rocking slowly side to side in his embrace. You breathed together in silence, enjoying the feel of each other until your soft voice broke through.

“...Are we bad people?”

The silence stretched for a moment longer as Brian tried to formulate an answer and you shivered with guilt. You felt bad asking him such difficult questions when he was so warm and wonderful around you, but you’d spoken without checking yourself. It was a show of Brian’s patience and experience that he indulged you.

“You are not a bad person Y/N.” He placed a kiss to your head. “You are the most kind, graceful woman I’ve met in a very long time. Thoughtful, caring, and breathtakingly beautiful. You’ve made this tour so much better; you have no idea. I’m lucky the stars aligned so right to bring you to me.”

Your heart felt warm and fuzzy after hearing such words, and the tears in your eyes turned exultant, but there was no way you didn’t notice the glaring omission from his response. He held you tight and warmed you against him without any sign there was something missing; you would have to tell him yourself.

“You’re a good person too you know.”

Your voice was muffled against Brian, heating up his skin as you told him what your heart needed to say. He was so wonderful, and yes, sometimes he could be a bit selfish or impulsive, but nobody was perfect, and he was damn near close. Your chest ached as he sighed into you, seeming to pull you into his body: capturing an imprint of you on his skin.

"Thank you for saying so,” he said gently, after a while, and you weren’t sure if you detected a slight waver in his tenor. It broke you inside to think that he didn’t agree. How did he not see? In a moment of passion you turned your lips towards his skin and began kissing: placing every loving thought and grateful urge you had into the caress of your mouth.

Brian’s arms slacked as you moved up and down his neck, letting you run free over his skin in either shock or acquiescence- or because he rather liked it. What started as slow, sensual presses of your lips to show how you felt about him, turned thusly to those more frantic. The simple touch of your flesh against his drove you to crave more like it always did: to feel more of him, to give him everything you had.

Brian moaned as you peppered the curls on his chest with kisses, quicker and quicker, and pulled at his open shirt to widen it further. Soon you were devouring his skin- groaning yourself from the taste of him- and shivering in a whole different way as his hands reached down to grab your nude bottom.

“YOU... are a good man Brian...” you said desperately, panting between kisses, “... a great man.” You rutted against him, rubbing your sex against his trousers with instinctual need. You craved him close and solid against you: especially now, when you felt so drained from the whirling doubt. It didn’t matter that you’d already been together this morning. He was deserving of affection at all times, and was inclined to desire it at all times too, considering the possessive hands that pawed at your curves as he indulged in your efforts.

That is, until something switched within that brilliant brain. Brian seemed to remember himself- remember what he was doing- and his hands released your arse and stilled at your waist. He pushed gently to pry you away from him as he sighed, “...They’re not always the same thing darling.”

You puzzled at his words as he held you at bay. Your head was still swimming with the frantic lust and it took you a moment to remember what you’d said before losing control. You tried to make sense of his response to what you’d called him... and then you remembered a quote you’d once heard: ‘Great men need not be good.’

Your stomach suddenly flipped.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Brian asked, holding your naked form at arm’s length, and paused, “...I’m... what you want?”

He looked so gentle, with his thoughtful eyes and soft curls, that you were sure the weight in your gut was a good thing.

“Yes Bri, I’m sure.” You wouldn’t let him vilify himself just because you were crying. You tried to capture his skin with your lips again, but strong arms still held you back.

“No Y/N... God knows I want you, but we can’t do this right now.” He saw your worried eyes, and cracked a small smile. “First- because I’m bloody old and that’s gonna be pushing it even for me...” he winked, and you couldn’t help but match his grin, “...And second- you need some time to think this all through. I’ve been monopolizing you.”

Brian’s words tried to be light, but you could tell it was killing him to say them. Killing him not to hold you and keep you- take you up on your offer immediately and give in to what you both wanted. Sometimes you cursed his rare instances of self-control.

Staring still at his gorgeous hazel eyes, you nodded. Brian, as always, seemed to know best.

His lips quirked happily at your understanding, pleased to see you were so in sync, even with the turmoil. “Take the rest of the day off; do your own thing,” he said, “And if you feel like it… meet me in my room after tomorrow’s concert.” His eyes turned fiery. “Your friend Adam is in trouble.”

Oh lord… the thought of what Brian had planned for the younger man… it nearly knocked the air out of you. Not with jealousy, surprisingly, considering the green envy you’d felt for his wife, but with desire. You knew his relationship with Adam was all about fun; it was an intriguing way to explore their great dynamics that were visible on and off stage. But Adam had his own life, and as far as you knew Brian wasn’t romantically interested in men. The guitarist certainly cared for the American but you didn’t see it continuing away from tours. Brian needed to enjoy himself, and Adam was clearly infatuated and desperate for his attention. The singer had always been there for you. Him finally getting to explore his crush was well earned.

You swallowed the thick lump that had formed in your throat, imagining all the delicious things Brian would make the younger man do, and answered.

“Sure Bri… That sounds like a good idea.”

A soft smile and a slight squeeze of your shoulders were returned. Brian let you go and watched idly as you dressed in the bathroom, somewhat pleased he’d stayed. His gaze still made you nervous, and caused your skin to blush heavily, but you loved the feeling. Nobody could cause butterflies like Brian May.

It was like he was watching everything: committing each little detail to memory for fear that this would be the last time he saw you, even if his words and his countenance tried to hide his worry.

You were brimming with trembling energy too- desperately hoping that you’d get over this weird feeling soon. You tried to tell yourself that some space was good, and Brian wasn’t doing this to push you away. You knew it was for the best. You knew you needed it. But it was still hard to take a step back after being practically dragged around on the end of his arm for days. You still barely knew how you fit into this tour machine without him.

You barely knew who you were without him, now that he’d shown you such a side if yourself, and you tried to quell the rising panic. How could you function if he was gone?

As you finished dressing with a button of your shorts you were forced to face the future. You walked slowly towards the exit to muster courage and opened the door half way before pausing to look back at him.

“What will happen to us?...” you swallowed, scared beyond belief to ask the question, “...y’know, after the tour’s over.”

Brian froze in place, and his jaw locked into some kind of sorrowful grimace. He seemed unsure, and ashamed to be that way. You almost couldn’t bear the suspense, bile rising in your stomach once again.

After a few moments of staring at the floor, he spoke. “I... don’t know Y/N.” His eyes looked deep into yours.

You shared a moment of understanding- of tenderness- and your heart twinged at his honesty. You took a deep breath, nodded, and finally closed the door behind you.

God, there was so much to think about.

Chapter 78: Back to Bri

Notes:

Daddy kink warning!!!

Here you go! Hopefully this makes up for the light angst. Our lovers aren't in the clear yet- not at all- but perhaps they're now on the same page.

You probably didn’t take as much time as you should have to decide, but who could blame you? The thought of Brian May and Adam Lambert fighting for dominance was irresistible. The wavering struggle the singer would give… only to admit inevitable, wanted defeat as he was pressed into the mattress… but perhaps you were getting ahead of yourself.

Really though, you DID think long and hard about everything, as Brian had told you to do. You’d spent hours considering your relationship... And after said hours you’d decided you could indeed call it that.

The positives made you feel alive; being with Bri was nothing short of magical, and he made your body and soul positively sing with pleasure. There weren't words to fully describe the life-altering influence he had on you, or how the thought of him sent a sweet numbness through your heart.

The negatives were more concrete; they were what the outside world could see for themselves. The massive age difference. The bigger power imbalance. The adultery. What if the press found out? Brian could lose his reputation, and you could lose your credibility.

You felt terrible for Anita, terrible for your family, terrible to anyone else you’d lied to. Having to face that directly as you listened to Bri brush the whole thing off as nothing on the phone had been a huge emotional rollercoaster. He was right: the short break was good. You felt grounded again, firmly on your own two feet, after working and performing your duties to the best of your ability.

The clouded haze Brian had made of your mind had cleared for a moment, and allowed your thoughts to process properly without his influence. It was good, you supposed, that he knew what his presence could do. He gave you space because he cared for you.

But here you were, standing outside his hotel room door, wearing the red dress he’d given you over the lingerie you’d picked for him, with your heart thumping to drown out your concerns. If you didn’t take a risk for this, then what in your life would you ever do it for? When you were with Brian life was nothing but ecstasy. The feeling when you were underneath him, filled with him, and staring up as the pleasure you gave him dripped across his gorgeous face… You couldn’t think of anything that would ever be better: that you would ever want more.

Your heart exploded out of your chest with every beat as you raised your fist to knock on the door. You were as nervous as you’d been the very first time- when those deep hazel eyes seemed to penetrate through to your innermost desires, and when your body has first quaked against his- because this was saying 'yes'. This was telling Brian that you’d made the choice, and that you were his… whatever that meant… for as long as he wanted you. Lies and problems be damned. You’d either soar high… or crash and burn on the pavement… together.

The soft knock echoed through your bones until you saw that halo of curls. Brian’s eyes lit up when they looked down to fall on you, and you knew at once you’d made the correct choice.

“Y/N!” His voice was crisp and bright, and your heart melted at the trace of relief in his expression. How could you ever have left him?

Brian stepped aside for you to come in, and closed the door behind you. You both paused a moment in the entrance, just looking and taking in the other. God, how you’d missed those eyes in your short time apart. That nose that flared at your perfume. His little quirked lips as he watched you admire him, and the soft sigh that showed he admired you right back.

There was no further talking before he leaned down to kiss you: your presence here said enough.

Fuck, and how you’d missed his hungry mouth- gentle at first, tasting, licking, remembering the feeling of your lips against his. And then as he grew bolder, when he knew you were really here, rough and dominant, thrusting his tongue against yours so you’d never forget how much he wanted you.

You couldn’t breathe; the sensations were bursting all around your head. There was nothing but Bri until he pulled back, and you found yourself against the wall. Dark eyes burned into your skin as both of your chests heaved from the barely-contained passion.

Yes, indeed, there was nothing like the immeasurable force of Brian May.

“Welcome back baby girl,” he drawled. His low voice was rough with arousal already, and you felt yourself wet with appreciation.

“I never left Bri.”

As always, your words felt whispered, brimming with tender amazement at the man before you, and you were rewarded with his beautiful smile. It had been two days, and you were both acting like it’d been months.

“I have a present for you baby girl,” he said, hands clasping your shoulders. He used the pet name again, not so subtly hinting you return the favour as he held you. He was glad you were here, and he wanted to take care of you properly, now he was sure you’d let him.

“Oh, thank you Daddy… what is it?”

The gratitude was expressed in your words, and in his eyes. You were both floating on the happiness that came from knowing you’d chosen to be together, no matter the risk.

And then of course his eyes turned dark. Brian was a physical man. He liked to express his feelings through his actions: his talented, expert ministrations as he poured every drop of affection into you. And thus, you knew you were in for a wonderful night.

“I’ll show you in a moment,” Brian answered teasingly, “But first…”

He reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out your collar: black and shining like his gaze. Your chest swelled at the sight, and your gut rolled at the implication. Oh how you loved his delightful possessiveness.

Brian grinned at your eager expression. “…Move your hair for me darling.”

You did as you were told and held your long locks out of the way of his hands. His warm skin brushed against yours in the most erotic fashion as he secured the leather around your neck. You shivered as the rough calluses on his fingers trailed over your flesh once he was done, surveying how nicely the piece fit around your throat.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, dropped your hair, and smiled down at the ground, overcome with the feeling of the weight of it on your neck again, after your decision. It was as if liquid joy pumped through your veins.

Brian pushed under your chin and brought your eyes up to look at him as he smiled. “Beautiful,” he murmured, and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You answered with a “Thank you Daddy,” and didn’t miss how he preened at the epithet, moving his hand to the small of your back.

“You’re welcome. Come along now- say hi to your present.”

Brian led you through the room- once again breathtakingly high class- and to the bedroom door. The sight that greeted you knocked the air out of your lungs.

Adam was naked on the bed, flushed, with his limbs sprawled enticingly and his head propped on his elbow. There was brief panic on his face as Brian entered, followed by a smirk as he tried to cover it up, and a cheeky flutter of his eyelashes.

“What took you so--”

“I thought I’d told you not to move Adam.” Brian interrupted the singer’s coy question with a strong voice, and you watched with intrigue as the younger man’s throat bobbed with a nervous swallow. Suddenly tongue-tied, his bright blue eyes flicked to yours with surprise.

“Yes baby boy… Y/N's here,” Brian chuckled at his wide stare. “She’s gonna watch, and you’re gonna give her a nice show... Alright?” Adam nodded, blushing impossibly redder, and Brian straightened to full height. “Now... again… Why didn’t you do as I asked?”

“I thought you’d like me this way, you know, ‘cause--”

“I decide what I like Adam.” Brian cut him off again, stepping to tower over the bed. “...And I’d like you to do what I say.”

But Adam wouldn’t be beaten that easily. You could see him steel himself as his expression gained confidence, for Brian’s attention was successfully captured. His blue eyes glanced to you again, still standing stunned in the doorway, and he decided to show off a bit. His teeth sparkled as he grinned wide.

“I’m pretty sure you like this too though...” Adam rolled over to grind his cock against the mattress briefly, before pushing up onto his knees and raising his full arse towards the older man. He shook his hips from side to side and glanced back to look at Brian, “...Don’t you?... Daddy.”

Oh fuck. Your knees went weak at the way Brian’s eyes widened, and shone dangerous in the dark room. For a pregnant moment he stared at Adam on the bed, as if trying to process the sheer gall of the younger man, so brazenly using the dirty kink without permission. He looked stunning, erotic, and then immensely powerful as his lips morphed into a grimace and his nostrils flared. Brian didn’t take misbehaviour well in this state of mind- especially not with his precious baby girl watching. Your stomach flipped as you saw him raise his hand, spread his long fingers slightly, and swing with significant force at the white bottom on the bed.

SLAP!

Adam’s bright eyes grew three sizes when he first saw Brian let loose, and then he cried out when his wide palm made contact with his skin. He was frozen, stunned with surprise, and lurched forward on the mattress as if it would help him escape the burning pain. A huge red handprint bloomed once Brian pulled away, and you couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath at the sight.

You knew that pain... You knew that tremble in Adam’s leg... and you knew the thick arousal that accompanied it when you thought of the man responsible. The man who was still holding his jaw stiff and surveying his work. The man whose dark eyes burned hot with secret pleasure, gleaming as he enjoyed the surprised reaction from calling Adam’s bluff.

“Maybe I do boy...” Brian drawled low, answering the younger man’s rhetorical question while massaging his stinging hand with the other, “...But Daddy also rather likes doing that.”

The emphasis he placed on his favourite title was too much. You whimpered as the rolling sound of his tenor so exquisitely shaped those decadent words, only to panic slightly as you heard your own voice and saw Brian’s head turn towards you.

“I think we’ve discovered what the first act of your show will be…” he addressed you and completely ignored the open-mouthed Adam on the bed, “…Don’t you think so darling?”

You nodded, swallowing to soothe your suddenly dry throat. Perhaps you’d been gaping as much as Adam.

“Come here then,” Brian grinned as you obeyed, “Arms up.”

He pulled your dress over your head- easily, thanks to his height- and growled low when he realized what you were wearing beneath: the cream-coloured lingerie you’d picked out.

“Good girl Y/N… so perfect.” He threw the dress aside and ran his hands up your torso, fingering the delicate lace over your breasts and licking his lips appreciatively. He brushed his thumbs across your nipples, hardening them immediately, and then smirked and tightened his hands around your hips to pick you up and plop you onto the bed beside Adam.

“You always know just what Daddy wants,” he lightly tapped your own bare bottom just beside where he’d smacked the singer’s, “Unlike some people.”

The addictive, thrilling feeling of fulfillment came immediately; hearing that you’d pleased Brian was always wonderfully poignant. And this time there was the bonus of Adam’s nervous, excited eyes as he waited anxiously to join you back in Bri’s favour. You weren’t worried for him; his punishment would no doubt appease the older man, not to mention the sight of him begging and trying to be good. In fact, you were almost jealous. You thought of your still-bruised arse. …Almost.

“You can watch from there baby girl, and enjoy the show. But you’re not allowed to touch yourself,” Brian smirked, “Especially not that dripping cunt.”

The filthy language coming from his poised mouth only made it drip more. Fuck. You whined softly at his command, already desperate at the thought of how it would be soon.

Brian looked curiously at your pleading expression and pursed his lips. “Can you do that for me pet?”

You weren’t sure you could, with Adam still waiting impatiently and observing the dynamic between you two, but you nodded. “Yes Sir.”

Brian looked sceptical though, or perhaps an idea had formed in his brilliant, naughty mind.

“You seem a bit unsure… perhaps you’d like a little help?”

At this, your ears pricked up, and you bobbed your head quickly. “Yes please.”

With swift, string strides Brian walked over to the drawers and pulled out the lovely red sash you’d found at the sex store. He eyed you as he stoked it, perhaps picturing your naked body in various vulnerable positions, and you wished those hands were petting your skin. A devilish flare filled his eyes and he reached back in the drawer to grab the nipple clamps too, and he held them aloft delicately between his index finger and thumb, dangling them to shine on display.

A cocked eyebrow was all you needed to sense his question, and your heart pounded. The sight of the various toys in his talented hands was supremely erotic, but your chest seized with nervousness. Your eyes popped out if your head self-consciously, and you mouthed the word ‘yellow’ as he stared at you intently.

“Ah,” Brian said, “Perhaps another time then.”

He quickly dropped the clamps back into the drawer and strode towards the bed again. How wonderful was this man? You would never get over his willingness to adapt when you were unsure, especially considering a life of easy indulgence and doing as he pleased. You loved that he was so eager to try new things with you, and, for him, when the time was right, you were willing to try anything.

“Kneel Y/N, and put your hands behind your back.” Brian’s voice interrupted your overactive mind. It was easy to do as you were told when you trusted him so completely.

Adam snickered at your situation, sticking his tongue out as you got into position, fully aware that you’d just given yourself a harder challenge for failing to answer confidently to Brian’s earlier question.

“That better not be laughter I hear boy…” Brian said, moving to tie your wrists together, “…Because I don’t think you’ll appreciate Y/N laughing at you when you can’t shake that pert, round arse tomorrow.”

Adam’s smirk immediately disappeared, replaced by a nervous frown, and you had to stifle your chuckle this time.

Brian bound your wrists skillfully: loose enough that your shoulders didn’t strain and tight enough that you couldn’t move. You rested with your feet pointed and your thighs on your calves. It wasn’t super comfortable, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The slightly awkward position would keep your mind focused, your muscles fired to please, and the ache between your legs. It would be good practice for what he had in mind later.

And, moreover, when Brian was done, he ran his rough hands down the front of your chest, teasing and playing with your tits, and you realized the position left you completely at his mercy with no defense. He could do what he wanted, touch what he wanted, and there was nothing you could do about it. Your pussy clenched wantonly around nothing, feeling wet and empty in the air, exposed except for the flimsy lingerie thong.

“You look beautiful darling- so pretty.” Brian captured your lips in a slow, teasing kiss, licking his fill before pulling away. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”

You fought another moan. You’d stay bound like this for him to play with for eternity if he kept looking at you like that.

“Now…” he turned finally to address the other man, “Adam. What am I going to do with you?”

Brian’s rhetorical question bounced around the room without answer for a few seconds, before, as if it was lit by his attention, the feisty spark inside Adam made another appearance.

“I don’t know Daddy… There’s no more rope left to tie me down.”

That wasn’t strictly true… There was a lot of silk leftover, but that didn’t matter. Brian’s eyes turned hard again, far from the gentle domination he’d used with you. It was fitting. You called Brian 'Daddy' with reverence and respect. Adam used it almost tauntingly. The way the singer said it, there was no way Brian could hide behind his gentle, scholarly persona. He had to embrace the controlling urges be buried underneath.

“I don’t need rope for you.” Brian almost growled the words. “Get over my lap… NOW.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting expectantly for his command to be obeyed, and even Adam couldn’t resist that, really. The younger man crawled over to Brian, still naked and half-hard, and laid over top of his thighs. It looked more like he was relaxing over the duvet, especially when he squirmed to get himself in position, and 'accidentally' rubbed his crotch over Brian’s.

Oh boy… the singer was certainly hiding his nervousness well. He’d waited for SO long, been so eager for Brian’s attention that he was eating it up now, and pushing the guitarist back and always craving more. You weren’t sure if he really knew just how far Brian was willing to go though- to WIN.

The red handprint on his ass should have been warning enough, but, if you guessed correctly, Adam wanted it rather rough.

“One would think you’d be more… thankful to be here Adam,” Brian drawled when Adam finally settled, scraping his nails across his back and behind. “Considering the shamefully desperate things you did to earn it.”

Brian stuck the longer fingernails on his right hand into Adam’s smooth flesh, and Adam sucked in a harsh breath.

“Yes baby boy… I know how much you want it.” You could feel the smugness radiating off Bri from where you sat kneeling. “There’s no need to pretend angel.”

You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning and ruining the moment. The pure, erotic condensation Brian was speaking with was as ridiculously arousing when he did it to Adam as when he did it to you. He loved the effect he had on people: the way he could weaken resolve with only a wink or a coy grin. It didn’t matter if it was you or Adam or a random fan in the front row… Brian enjoyed his influence.

And he was obviously enjoying how Adam had stilled on his lap, and how you watched it all with dark eyes.

“I believe, after we’re through tonight, you’re going to re-think your bad behaviour on stage.” Brian spoke slowly, lording in the control and power and having all the attention in the room. “Every time I spank your nice bottom remember that YOU wanted this.”

Brian licked his lips, staring at the younger man draped across him, and your core tightened. Fuck, you were absolutely aching between your legs already: rocking back and forth subtly in search of friction you knew you wouldn’t find, and straining against your ties.

“So show me you can take your punishment,” Brian continued, “Say sorry for teasing Daddy, and then I'll give you what you wanted so badly that you’d take this,” he placed a hand over his marked arse cheek, “To get it.”

Brian leaned down slowly to draw the tension out and rumble in his ear.

“Be good and Daddy’s gonna FUCK you.”

Notes:

More Bradam to come 😎🔥

Also thank you for 20,000 hits?!?!? And all the kudos... It's insane to me!!! Thanks for reading, even if you don't leave kudos or comments (lord knows this is a niche publication lol), and especially to those that do! You guys are the best! ❤️❤️❤️ -DBM

Chapter 79: Back to Bri (Alternate)

Summary:

Same as last chapter without the daddy kink.

You probably didn’t take as much time as you should have to decide, but who could blame you? The thought of Brian May and Adam Lambert fighting for dominance was irresistible. The wavering struggle the singer would give… only to admit inevitable, wanted defeat as he was pressed into the mattress… but perhaps you were getting ahead of yourself.

Really though, you DID think long and hard about everything, as Brian had told you to do. You’d spent hours considering your relationship... And after said hours you’d decided you could indeed call it that.

The positives made you feel alive; being with Bri was nothing short of magical, and he made your body and soul positively sing with pleasure. There weren't words to fully describe the life-altering influence he had on you, or how the thought of him sent a sweet numbness through your heart.

The negatives were more concrete; they were what the outside world could see for themselves. The massive age difference. The bigger power imbalance. The adultery. What if the press found out? Brian could lose his reputation, and you could lose your credibility.

You felt terrible for Anita, terrible for your family, terrible to anyone else you’d lied to. Having to face that directly as you listened to Bri brush the whole thing off as nothing on the phone had been a huge emotional rollercoaster. He was right: the short break was good. You felt grounded again, firmly on your own two feet, after working and performing your duties to the best of your ability.

The clouded haze Brian had made of your mind had cleared for a moment, and allowed your thoughts to process properly without his influence. It was good, you supposed, that he knew what his presence could do. He gave you space because he cared for you.

But here you were, standing outside his hotel room door, wearing the red dress he’d given you over the lingerie you’d picked for him, with your heart thumping to drown out your concerns. If you didn’t take a risk for this, then what in your life would you ever do it for? When you were with Brian life was nothing but ecstasy. The feeling when you were underneath him, filled with him, and staring up as the pleasure you gave him dripped across his gorgeous face… You couldn’t think of anything that would ever be better: that you would ever want more.

Your heart exploded out of your chest with every beat as you raised your fist to knock on the door. You were as nervous as you’d been the very first time- when those deep hazel eyes seemed to penetrate through to your innermost desires, and when your body has first quaked against his- because this was saying 'yes'. This was telling Brian that you’d made the choice, and that you were his… whatever that meant… for as long as he wanted you. Lies and problems be damned. You’d either soar high… or crash and burn on the pavement… together.

The soft knock echoed through your bones until you saw that halo of curls. Brian’s eyes lit up when they looked down to fall on you, and you knew at once you’d made the correct choice.

“Y/N!” His voice was crisp and bright, and your heart melted at the trace of relief in his expression. How could you ever have left him?

Brian stepped aside for you to come in, and closed the door behind you. You both paused a moment in the entrance, just looking and taking in the other. God, how you’d missed those eyes in your short time apart. That nose that flared at your perfume. His little quirked lips as he watched you admire him, and the soft sigh that showed he admired you right back.

There was no further talking before he leaned down to kiss you: your presence here said enough.

Fuck, and how you’d missed his hungry mouth- gentle at first, tasting, licking, remembering the feeling of your lips against his. And then as he grew bolder, when he knew you were really here, rough and dominant, thrusting his tongue against yours so you’d never forget how much he wanted you.

You couldn’t breathe; the sensations were bursting all around your head. There was nothing but Bri until he pulled back, and you found yourself against the wall. Dark eyes burned into your skin as both of your chests heaved from the barely-contained passion.

Yes, indeed, there was nothing like the immeasurable force of Brian May.

“Welcome back baby girl,” he drawled. His low voice was rough with arousal already, and you felt yourself wet with appreciation.

“I never left Bri.”

As always, your words felt whispered, brimming with tender amazement at the man before you, and you were rewarded with his beautiful smile. It had been two days, and you were both acting like it’d been months.

“I have a present for you darling,” he said, hands clasping your shoulders. He used a pet name again, not so subtly hinting you return the favour as he held you. He was glad you were here, and he wanted to take care of you properly, now he was sure you’d let him.

“Oh, thank you Sir… what is it?”

The gratitude was expressed in your words, and in his eyes. You were both floating on the happiness that came from knowing you’d chosen to be together, no matter the risk.

And then of course his eyes turned dark. Brian was a physical man. He liked to express his feelings through his actions: his talented, expert ministrations as he poured every drop of affection into you. And thus, you knew you were in for a wonderful night.

“I’ll show you in a moment,” Brian answered teasingly, “But first…”

He reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out your collar: black and shining like his gaze. Your chest swelled at the sight, and your gut rolled at the implication. Oh how you loved his delightful possessiveness.

Brian grinned at your eager expression. “…Move your hair for me pretty girl.”

You did as you were told and held your long locks out of the way of his hands. His warm skin brushed against yours in the most erotic fashion as he secured the leather around your neck. You shivered as the rough calluses on his fingers trailed over your flesh once he was done, surveying how nicely the piece fit around your throat.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, dropped your hair, and smiled down at the ground, overcome with the feeling of the weight of it on your neck again, after your decision. It was as if liquid joy pumped through your veins.

Brian pushed under your chin and brought your eyes up to look at him as he smiled. “Beautiful,” he murmured, and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You answered with a “Thank you Brian,” and didn’t miss how he preened at the way you said his name, moving his hand to the small of your back.

“You’re welcome. Come along now- say hi to your present.”

Brian led you through the room- once again breathtakingly high class- and to the bedroom door. The sight that greeted you knocked the air out of your lungs.

Adam was naked on the bed, flushed, with his limbs sprawled enticingly and his head propped on his elbow. There was brief panic on his face as Brian entered, followed by a smirk as he tried to cover it up, and a cheeky flutter of his eyelashes.

“What took you so--”

“I thought I’d told you not to move Adam.” Brian interrupted the singer’s coy question with a strong voice, and you watched with intrigue as the younger man’s throat bobbed with a nervous swallow. Suddenly tongue-tied, his bright blue eyes flicked to yours with surprise.

“Yes baby boy… Y/N's here,” Brian chuckled at his wide stare. “She’s gonna watch, and you’re gonna give her a nice show... Alright?” Adam nodded, blushing impossibly redder, and Brian straightened to full height. “Now... again… Why didn’t you do as I asked?”

“I thought you’d like me this way, you know, ‘cause--”

“I decide what I like Adam.” Brian cut him off again, stepping to tower over the bed. “...And I’d like you to do what I say.”

But Adam wouldn’t be beaten that easily. You could see him steel himself as his expression gained confidence, for Brian’s attention was successfully captured. His blue eyes glanced to you again, still standing stunned in the doorway, and he decided to show off a bit. His teeth sparkled as he grinned wide.

“I’m pretty sure you like this too though...” Adam rolled over to grind his cock against the mattress briefly, before pushing up onto his knees and raising his full arse towards the older man. He shook his hips from side to side and glanced back to look at Brian, “...Don’t you?... Sir.”

Oh fuck. Your knees went weak at the way Brian’s eyes widened, and shone dangerous in the dark room. For a pregnant moment he stared at Adam on the bed, as if trying to process the sheer gall of the younger man, so brazenly teasing him further before his punishment. He looked stunning, erotic, and then immensely powerful as his lips morphed into a grimace and his nostrils flared. Brian didn’t take misbehaviour well in this state of mind- especially not with his precious baby girl watching. Your stomach flipped as you saw him raise his hand, spread his long fingers slightly, and swing with significant force at the white bottom on the bed.

SLAP!

Adam’s bright eyes grew three sizes when he first saw Brian let loose, and then he cried out when his wide palm made contact with his skin. He was frozen, stunned with surprise, and lurched forward on the mattress as if it would help him escape the burning pain. A huge red handprint bloomed once Brian pulled away, and you couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath at the sight.

You knew that pain... You knew that tremble in Adam’s leg... and you knew the thick arousal that accompanied it when you thought of the man responsible. The man who was still holding his jaw stiff and surveying his work. The man whose dark eyes burned hot with secret pleasure, gleaming as he enjoyed the surprised reaction from calling Adam’s bluff.

“Maybe I do boy...” Brian drawled low, answering the younger man’s rhetorical question while massaging his stinging hand with the other, “...But I also rather likes doing that.”

The emphasis he placed on his favourite punishment was too much. You whimpered as the rolling sound of his tenor so exquisitely shaped those decadent words, only to panic slightly as you heard your own voice and saw Brian’s head turn towards you.

“I think we’ve discovered what the first act of your show will be…” he addressed you and completely ignored the open-mouthed Adam on the bed, “…Don’t you think so darling?”

You nodded, swallowing to soothe your suddenly dry throat. Perhaps you’d been gaping as much as Adam.

“Come here then,” Brian grinned as you obeyed, “Arms up.”

He pulled your dress over your head- easily, thanks to his height- and growled low when he realized what you were wearing beneath: the cream-coloured lingerie you’d picked out.

“Good girl Y/N… so perfect.” He threw the dress aside and ran his hands up your torso, fingering the delicate lace over your breasts and licking his lips appreciatively. He brushed his thumbs across your nipples, hardening them immediately, and then smirked and tightened his hands around your hips to pick you up and plop you onto the bed beside Adam.

“You always know just what I want,” he lightly tapped your own bare bottom just beside where he’d smacked the singer’s, “Unlike some people.”

The addictive, thrilling feeling of fulfillment came immediately; hearing that you’d pleased Brian was always wonderfully poignant. And this time there was the bonus of Adam’s nervous, excited eyes as he waited anxiously to join you back in Bri’s favour. You weren’t worried for him; his punishment would no doubt appease the older man, not to mention the sight of him begging and trying to be good. In fact, you were almost jealous. You thought of your still-bruised arse. …Almost.

“You can watch from there baby girl, and enjoy the show. But you’re not allowed to touch yourself,” Brian smirked, “Especially not that dripping cunt.”

The filthy language coming from his poised mouth only made it drip more. Fuck. You whined softly at his command, already desperate at the thought of how it would be soon.

Brian looked curiously at your pleading expression and pursed his lips. “Can you do that for me pet?”

You weren’t sure you could, with Adam still waiting impatiently and observing the dynamic between you two, but you nodded. “Yes Sir.”

Brian looked sceptical though, or perhaps an idea had formed in his brilliant, naughty mind.

“You seem a bit unsure… perhaps you’d like a little help?”

At this, your ears pricked up, and you bobbed your head quickly. “Yes please.”

With swift, string strides Brian walked over to the drawers and pulled out the lovely red sash you’d found at the sex store. He eyed you as he stoked it, perhaps picturing your naked body in various vulnerable positions, and you wished those hands were petting your skin. A devilish flare filled his eyes and he reached back in the drawer to grab the nipple clamps too, and he held them aloft delicately between his index finger and thumb, dangling them to shine on display.

A cocked eyebrow was all you needed to sense his question, and your heart pounded. The sight of the various toys in his talented hands was supremely erotic, but your chest seized with nervousness. Your eyes popped out if your head self-consciously, and you mouthed the word ‘yellow’ as he stared at you intently.

“Ah,” Brian said, “Perhaps another time then.”

He quickly dropped the clamps back into the drawer and strode towards the bed again. How wonderful was this man? You would never get over his willingness to adapt when you were unsure, especially considering a life of easy indulgence and doing as he pleased. You loved that he was so eager to try new things with you, and, for him, when the time was right, you were willing to try anything.

“Kneel Y/N, and put your hands behind your back.” Brian’s voice interrupted your overactive mind. It was easy to do as you were told when you trusted him so completely.

Adam snickered at your situation, sticking his tongue out as you got into position, fully aware that you’d just given yourself a harder challenge for failing to answer confidently to Brian’s earlier question.

“That better not be laughter I hear boy…” Brian said, moving to tie your wrists together, “…Because I don’t think you’ll appreciate Y/N laughing at you when you can’t shake that pert, round arse tomorrow.”

Adam’s smirk immediately disappeared, replaced by a nervous frown, and you had to stifle your chuckle this time.

Brian bound your wrists skillfully: loose enough that your shoulders didn’t strain and tight enough that you couldn’t move. You rested with your feet pointed and your thighs on your calves. It wasn’t super comfortable, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The slightly awkward position would keep your mind focused, your muscles fired to please, and the ache between your legs. It would be good practice for what he had in mind later.

And, moreover, when Brian was done, he ran his rough hands down the front of your chest, teasing and playing with your tits, and you realized the position left you completely at his mercy with no defense. He could do what he wanted, touch what he wanted, and there was nothing you could do about it. Your pussy clenched wantonly around nothing, feeling wet and empty in the air, exposed except for the flimsy lingerie thong.

“You look beautiful darling- so pretty.” Brian captured your lips in a slow, teasing kiss, licking his fill before pulling away. “Such a good girl.”

You fought another moan. You’d stay bound like this for him to play with for eternity if he kept looking at you like that.

“Now…” he turned finally to address the other man, “Adam. What am I going to do with you?”

Brian’s rhetorical question bounced around the room without answer for a few seconds, before, as if it was lit by his attention, the feisty spark inside Adam made another appearance.

“I don’t know Sir… There’s no more rope left to tie me down.”

That wasn’t strictly true… There was a lot of silk leftover, but that didn’t matter. Brian’s eyes turned hard again, far from the gentle domination he’d used with you. It was fitting. You called Brian 'Sir' with reverence and respect. Adam used it almost tauntingly. The way the singer said it, there was no way Brian could hide behind his gentle, scholarly persona. He had to embrace the controlling urges be buried underneath.

“I don’t need rope for you.” Brian almost growled the words. “Get over my lap… NOW.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting expectantly for his command to be obeyed, and even Adam couldn’t resist that, really. The younger man crawled over to Brian, still naked and half-hard, and laid over top of his thighs. It looked more like he was relaxing over the duvet, especially when he squirmed to get himself in position, and 'accidentally' rubbed his crotch over Brian’s.

Oh boy… the singer was certainly hiding his nervousness well. He’d waited for SO long, been so eager for Brian’s attention that he was eating it up now, and pushing the guitarist back and always craving more. You weren’t sure if he really knew just how far Brian was willing to go though- to WIN.

The red handprint on his ass should have been warning enough, but, if you guessed correctly, Adam wanted it rather rough.

“One would think you’d be more… thankful to be here Adam,” Brian drawled when Adam finally settled, scraping his nails across his back and behind. “Considering the shamefully desperate things you did to earn it.”

Brian stuck the longer fingernails on his right hand into Adam’s smooth flesh, and Adam sucked in a harsh breath.

“Yes baby boy… I know how much you want it.” You could feel the smugness radiating off Bri from where you sat kneeling. “There’s no need to pretend angel.”

You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning and ruining the moment. The pure, erotic condensation Brian was speaking with was as ridiculously arousing when he did it to Adam as when he did it to you. He loved the effect he had on people: the way he could weaken resolve with only a wink or a coy grin. It didn’t matter if it was you or Adam or a random fan in the front row… Brian enjoyed his influence.

And he was obviously enjoying how Adam had stilled on his lap, and how you watched it all with dark eyes.

“I believe, after we’re through tonight, you’re going to re-think your bad behaviour on stage.” Brian spoke slowly, lording in the control and power and having all the attention in the room. “Every time I spank your nice bottom remember that YOU wanted this.”

Brian licked his lips, staring at the younger man draped across him, and your core tightened. Fuck, you were absolutely aching between your legs already: rocking back and forth subtly in search of friction you knew you wouldn’t find, and straining against your ties.

“So show me you can take your punishment,” Brian continued, “Say sorry for your teasing, and then I'll give you what you wanted so badly that you’d take this,” he placed a hand over his marked arse cheek, “To get it.”

Brian leaned down slowly to draw the tension out and rumble in his ear.

“Be good and I'm gonna FUCK you.”

Chapter 80: Enjoy the View: 1

Notes:

Hi guys!!! Daddy kink warning ahead!!

I really wanted this to be one chapter, but it was just getting toooooo long. Sometimes I think smut can get boring if it's super lengthy, so I've decided to split it. You'll get two 4000 word chapters instead of one 8000 word one... But I'll release the second half hopefully soon, so you can also choose to wait.

“Be good and Daddy’s gonna FUCK you.”

The harsh way he swore, spitting tiny drops on Adam’s back, seemed to punch you in the gut. You bent over, suddenly out of breath and reeling inside, trying to maintain eye contact so you wouldn’t miss a single second even though the force of Brian’s words took over your body.

He looked so good… so powerful: big and sexy and ridiculously commanding in his crisp shirt and trousers. While Adam was bare, draped across his lap, and you kneeled clad in only your lacy lingerie. As much as you loved to see his body, you had to admit the disparity was hot. Every single thing about the scene reminded you who was in charge tonight.

The first blow landed on the singer’s skin with a sharp slap. He grunted at the impact and held his cry back, breathing through his nose as his lips pressed hard together and a bright redness bloomed on his backside. You could see the way his leg muscles contracted to stave off the pain, moving with the subtlest shadow under his skin. Fuck… Adam was gorgeous.

Brian chuckled at the younger man’s visible discomfort, and his smirk projected that he was pleased at Adam’s response: already so affected and clearly trying to hide it.

“What’s the matter baby boy?” He widened his legs slightly, and spanked Adam again. “Regretting your choices?”

The younger man shook his head frantically, trying to get over the shock of two slaps in such quick succession at the very beginning of his punishment. He squirmed upon Brian’s thighs, shaking his bum into the air and giving you a wonderful view of the marks that were already forming there.

SLAP! Another huge handprint joined the others before there was a chance for them to fade, and this time a little whine did squeak out of Adam’s glossy lips.

Three more times you watched Brian’s hand connect with throbbing flesh, and his lips twitch with a bit too much sadistic glee. And thrice more Adam jolted upon his thighs in a vain attempt to escape. For all his teasing, he didn’t seem too resilient to the punishment. You cringed and strained against your ties with every blow, sympathetic but unable to tear your eyes off the two men… and fucking dripping wet.

There was no satisfaction to be found, for you couldn’t even find friction on the mattress in your position. Your desperate sex was left with nothing, and you struggled for only a moment before you gave up, groaning in defeat.

This of course drew Brian’s attention, and your situation became even worse when hazel eyes caught yours. Or they would have been hazel, had they not been burning with dark, black lust. He stared hot, like fire that tore through your gut and singed your insides. All you got was a flicked eyebrow, and soft lips that pursed ever so slightly together, smirking with devilish delight.

Then Brian’s pupils moved back to the reddening arse below, and you were left reeling. He always gave you so little, and it made every tiny piece of his attention so much stronger. He kept you well-fed, all the while leading you along to feel like you were starving. And you loved every minute of it. There was a strange sense of freedom in feeling so desperate.

And that unusual feeling must have been shared, for Adam writhed against Brian’s legs and moaned, calling for the older man’s attention in his own way.

Brian growled, and spanked him again. “Being good doesn’t consist of wriggling around, making it difficult for me, and squealing like a little whore.”

The younger man stopped moving immediately before he was faced with another sharp sting. His breath slowed, but he was anything but calm. You could see the tension throughout his body as he forced himself to lie perfectly still. Apart from the tremor in his thighs.

“Better,” Brian drawled, and for the first time Adam was rewarded with a break.

“Sorry Sir... I can do it for you.” Adam’s higher voice trembled with the pressure of following Brian’s wishes.

“Hmm… That’s not quite right.” Brian’s hand lifted off the singer’s skin, and his fingers fluttered in a show of put-on triviality. “That’s not what you called me earlier.”

SLAP! Another stinging sound rang through the room, and Adam hissed under his breath before pulling himself together.

“Urngh… sorry… Daddy.”

And this time, when he said it, there was no challenge in the title.

He sighed with the same respect you did, and your heart clenched. Adam was defeated, yes, but he also sounded relieved, and satisfied. He’d wanted to test Brian these past days- give him everything he had to throw at him- and now he had proof that the guitarist could handle it. Handle HIM. Adam was a spitfire. It probably wasn’t too often that he encountered someone who could turn him on his head quite like Bri could. Give him what he needed, and take what they needed from him at the same time.

“Mmm that’s a good boy. Much better.” Brian’s low voice was thick and smooth as he rubbed the skin he’d so recently marred.

You watched Adam shiver under his touch, working your bottom lip between your teeth as your own spine did the same, and you realised, yes, all those things were true, but you were also thinking too much into it. He also just liked it. The game he played with Brian was intriguing and enjoyable for both men, and it let them work off some steam on tour. You were lucky that you got to witness each shimmer of pleasure that trailed down Adam’s legs, and every glorious twitch of desire that peaked through Brian’s controlled façade.

“So we’re done?” Adam’s soft voice was ever hopeful, but Brian just chuckled.

“Wishful thinking darling; you’ve been very naughty.”

“Oh…” there was a brief pause, and then, “Damn.”

The resigned disappointment in Adam’s response was suddenly so funny- so adorable- that you and Brian both burst out laughing. He looked so erotic spread out on the duvet over the older man’s legs, with his shining red arse and milky white skin, that the casual tone coming out of his mouth didn’t make sense. It was a moment of pure joy and friendship, cutting through the thick lust that had coated the room, and you’d never felt so much affection for either of them: these men that contained within them both rock-star-confidence, and kind gentleness.

Still rumbling with laughter, Brian swatted him again. “You, boy, are a delight.”

Adam was silent for a moment before turning his head and grinning over his backside. At you, first, and then at Brian above him.

“I know,” he said, coyly, sticking out his tongue.

It lasted only a few seconds before Brian calmed his laughter and smacked him again, forcing the younger man's head back to face forward to with his other hand. “Behave. We can’t have you getting an even bigger head.” And as if to prove his point he dragged his fingers through Adam’s hair, grabbed it, and pulled. He whispered seductively in his ear.

“You’ve still gotta tell Daddy how sorry you are.”

All of a sudden, there wasn’t any room for argument in his tone. And so Adam did.

“I’m sorry- so sorry Daddy. Please forgive me... I’ll be so good from now on.” He took a deep breath, settling back into the submissive headspace he’d found after such a long struggle. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Good boy Adam,” Brian rumbled his answer, “Finally asking the right questions. You can tell me all the naughty things you’ve done, and I’ll spank you for each one. Then, when you’ve got them all off your chest, you can really make it up to me.”

As he finished his instructions, Brian looked up from Adam’s back and lingered his gaze on you. His shining eyes twisted your insides; they promised pleasure, gratification, and teased a mighty good show. And when he licked his wet lips again, you honestly believed you might come from the sight alone.

Adam whined once and settled himself, bracing for his own pleasure-pain that was to come, and the rest was a blur.

“I’m sorry for moving when you went to go get Y/N.”

Slap.

“I’m sorry I was late tonight... You were right- it was on purpose.”

Brian smirked, “...Clearly”

Slap.

“I’m sorry I distracted you during Killer Queen.”

Slap.

“I’m sorry for teasing you in front of the crowd.”

Slap.

You couldn’t think. You couldn’t move. All you could do was watch the whirlwind before you, with Adam crying his misbehaviors and Brian remedying them one by one. It was passionate, and frenzied, and beautiful in its rawness.

“I’m sorry I mimed blowing you where everyone could see.” Adam’s voice was beginning to whine.

Slap.

“I’m sorry for grinding against your leg.”

Slap.

“I’m sorry I crawled across the stage.”

Slap.

“I... I’m sorry I always act out for your attention.”

Slap.

Adam stalled for a moment, seemingly out of ideas for what he’d done wrong. His breath ran ragged in the still air, and you finally noticed that your own chest was heaving too. As was Brian’s, with a single bead of sweat running down the side of his neck.

“Why don’t I like you acting out during our concerts baby?” Brian firmly prompted the overwhelmed singer, leading him in the direction he wanted. “What’s so bad about what you’ve done?”

The tension was thick, before Adam shivered and took another deep breath.

“I’m sorry I made you hard during the show.”

Brian growled then, teeth bared, as if wording it like that was the final straw. He gave Adam one last spank, seemingly hardest of all, and then unceremoniously dumped him on the floor.

Adam was a mess of limbs and red skin as he scrambled to right himself on the carpet. He was shocked with what had just happened. Wet eyes and wet mouth were both open wide as the singer regained his composure between Brian’s long legs, but he wasn’t able to speak before a sharp tenor filled the room.

“Yes, naughty boy... You wanted to tease me? Make me hard? Well then do it,” Brian barked, “Make me hard.”

He spread his legs almost obscenely wide and placed his hands on his pointed knees.

“It’s what you wanted.”

Adam’s jaw dropped open at the same time yours did. You were both completely consumed by Brian’s simmering sex appeal. He had that confidence that pushed him to relax and bask in how much he knew you both wanted him. And God you did. You couldn’t believe it; Adam was going to get to suck Bri’s cock, and you were going to get to watch.

“Get to it lovely,” he interrupted your stunned expressions, “…Daddy’s waiting.”

Adam rushed to sit up on his knees properly, and you found yourself straining against your ties again. You watched his wide eyes and you knew how he was feeling. How his insides were in turmoil in his struggle to please Bri, and how anxious he was not to let this moment of attention pass. Fuck this was going to be good.

Trembling hands reached out to Brian’s fly, for he wouldn’t even do that much for the younger man. He made Adam unzip him and pull his lovely thick cock out while he simply waited, because then the singer knew, and felt deep in his gut, just how desperate he in fact was to please. It was the same when he did it with you, and you loved it.

“Fucking hell…” An awestruck whisper fell from Adam’s lips when he’d achieved his task, and was, literally, faced with Brian’s half-hard length up close for the first time. “You’re fucking hung.”

Brian chuckled: deep, low and subtly, vainly pleased to receive that complement as always. You realized that Adam hadn’t got to see him properly on Roger’s birthday night, because he was buried inside of you.

“Ask nicely and it’ll get bigger.”

You could hear the smirk in Brian’s voice. Almost as easily as you could see it on his face, with his legs caging Adam and his cock displayed obscenely from his open pants. Jesus, Brian was confident anyways, but with that fucking thing between his legs he was way too smug.

Adam swallowed, looking up at Brian nervously, and you knew at that moment he was wondering how the hell he was gonna fit that in his mouth, and what it was gonna feel like getting fucked by it later.

“Please Daddy... I’m sorry for teasing you. Let me make up for it?” His words were overtly submissive, but his tone carried his own special confidence and excitement. You knew he was going to enjoy this.

“Good boy.” Brian grinned, casually, like it was only natural for his singer to suck him off after the show.

Adam didn’t waste any more time, and seized his prize before Brian could make him work for it any longer. He took the tip between his glossy lips, immediately closed his eyes and tipped his head back slightly. He was positively savouring the taste of the older man, trying to imprint it into memory after fantasizing about it for so long.

With every inch Adam took your own core got wetter. He was fucking brilliant: tonguing over the veins, lapping at Brian’s scrotum, and deep-throating his length as it swelled. All too soon, the guitarist was fully hard, and Adam was bobbing steadily along his shaft.

He sucked expertly, hollowing his cheeks to the perfect suction and dragging his lips across the taught flesh from base to tip, every once and a while pulling off to lick Brian’s slit and cause the most spine-tingling moan from the older man. Who of course would then grab his head and force him back down his length.

“Urngh… fuck,” Brian cursed in the throws of pleasure. “Good boy.”

You wanted to mirror the singer’s moan when he heard Brian’s praise. That gorgeous, lust-filled tenor could wreck you like no other. Adam took his cock even deeper in response, reveling the long fingers in his hair and the thick presence in his throat.

Brian’s head was thrown back, mouth open and throat bared in not-so-silent appreciation for the sensations his manhood was currently enjoying. His eyes were shut tight, ignoring the use of vision to focus on the more tactile pleasures. And those fingers, those greedy fingers, dug into the back of Adam’s head as they pulled him in rhythm. Brian was a rock star enjoying his pleasure as he wanted- using Adam and ignoring you- and it was fucking hot.

You could tell that the younger man knew what he was doing, and that he was putting every bit of experience to use at the moment. He worked to make it good, and was therefore loving it all the more himself. He got to show off.

The subtle wet sounds and occasional gagging that came from Adam’s mouth went straight to your core. You were fucking aching at this point: dripping and rocking on your knees as heat pooled in your gut. And there was nothing you could do, other than stare at Brian’s plump lower lip as he ran his tongue across it and thrust his cock down Adam’s throat.

“Lovely boy,” he praised again, with a deep gravelly voice full of pleasure, “So good for Daddy.”

Brian finally opened his eyes as Adam moaned around his girth. He gazed upon the young man between his legs, and you could see his pupils expand. A smirk tugged at his lips, just barely, and you got a tiny glimpse at one if his pointed canines. Until that damn tongue game out to lick his lips again, as if trying to taste the ecstasy in the air.

Then hazel eyes flicked to you, and you knew you were lost; Brian held you within his gaze so easily. He hummed as he stared at you, low, inviting and immensely pleased with your lust-filled expression, and your desperate, rocking hips.

He looked at your body, lingering on all his favourite places- your flushed cheeks, your heaving breasts, the glistening sex between your legs all wrapped in lace for him- and when he was finally done, he went back to your eyes. And then he fucked into Adam’s mouth as he watched you watch him.

You couldn’t feel your hands; it was like everything went numb and all the sensation in your entire being concentrated in your cunt. Shivers, running their way from your extremities to your core, burned your nerves and left desperate ache in their wake. You were throbbing, shaking. You felt pinned by those flaming hazel eyes, unable to escape as you burned in exquisite pleasure.

Brian’s cock moved steadily in and out, glistening with saliva and lust. At first slow and steady, then quicker, shallower as his breathing grew ragged. The muscles in his legs clenched and unclenched rhythmically, moving subtly under his tight pants. Your favourite soft tummy pushed at the buttons of his shirt and bounced when he started to lose control. He was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, and he was letting you watch him in his most intimate moments.

The combined pleasures of Adam’s mouth and your eyes were finally too much for Brian, and his hips stilled on the bed. The sheer amount of fucking self-control he had, stopping himself like that, was mighty impressive. His expression was almost pained, but he bit his lip and powered through.

“Mmmph- That’s enough darling,” he grunted, turning back to Adam, “You’ve earned your forgiveness.”

His wiry arms shook a bit as he pulled the younger man’s lips off his cock. For all he liked to tease you and Adam, he clearly liked to tease himself as well, when he was in the mood. On nights like tonight he drew everything out and took his time winding up to the perfect release. He could be endlessly patient if he knew there was something worth it at the end. But you liked the quick impatient fucks just as well, when he took you where he wanted, when he wanted. Like his dressing room, or the damned store in Toronto.

Adam wiped his mouth on the back of his arm and beamed up at him. “Thank you Daddy... I really am sorry.”

“Hmm...” Brian stalled and looked at the ceiling for a moment, still reeling from the abandoned orgasm, and then back down to Adam. “...enough not to do it again?”

It you weren’t watching so closely you might have missed the tiny quirk at the edge of the singer’s lips. “Maybe.”

“Ah, well then I’ll just have to make sure you remember.” He smirked salaciously. “Come up on the bed with Y/N.”

Adam’s grin widened and he did as he was told, making you bounce a bit from his weight on the mattress. You had to stifle a groan when you saw that the singer was rock hard now, made desperate and wanting from getting spanked hard and sucking Brian’s cock. He was a cheeky, dirty thing, and you’d never felt more kinship for the man.

You both watched as Brian stood and slid his trousers down his long, thin legs. He stepped out of them with as much grace as an older man with a raging erection could muster, but somehow it was still ridiculously attractive. Then came the shirt- lithe fingers undoing the usual two buttons- and he threw it to join the pants.

You felt your mouth go dry, and your core dampen. Brian May, in all his hairy-shouldered, long limbed, soft-tummied glory, stalked towards the bed where two young lovers waited for him. A flush of red coloured his cheeks and made him hurry his strides, but you were sure the hot lust in both your eyes remedied it. He needn’t be embarrassed next to the two of you, because you were both here for him. You thought he was the sexiest thing in the universe. He carried his age so well: brimming with experience and authority when it suited him. Oh God, how you wanted to please Daddy.

“Hands and knees baby boy... where Y/N can see you.” Brian commanded the words, quickly trying to reassert himself and distract you from any insecurity you’d seen.

There was an arousing amount of knowing indulgence in Adam’s voice when he answered, “Yes Daddy,” and positioned himself to face you.

Brian walked on his knees behind Adam. You had an excellent view of his broad, bare chest over the singer’s back. His eyes sparkled at you, and you shivered in anticipation before him.

He ran his hands along Adam’s skin, caressing the red handprints he’d left there and smirking. You were mesmerized by his obvious possessive tendencies- by how much he clearly loved to see his marks. He needed constant reminders that his lovers wanted him, and the visible evidence that Adam let him do that made his gaze darken deliciously.

“Look at you darling boy…” he pressed into a particularly bruised spot and watched Adam squirm, “All mine.”

You wished he could have seen the look on Adam’s face; his mouth dropped open and his eyebrows creased from the ecstasy of having Brian claim him so. But this way you got to see it, and feel yourself grow increasingly desperate.

“What would your fans say if they saw you like this, hmm? Bent over, waiting to be fucked with my handprints all over your ass.” Brian growled and squeezed Adam’s cheeks in his big hands. “They’d know that you dance around on stage and sing so pretty… hoping every night that you’ll be rewarded with Daddy’s cock.”

The singer cried out and fucking whined. “Yes, please Daddy.”

You felt your inner muscles pulse at the tone of his voice. Adam looked so ready to be fucked, it was unbelievable. And Brian was too much to handle at the best of times, but naked and hard and giving off so much dominant energy, he was more gorgeous than ever.

These men were going to be the bloody death of you.

Notes:

Sorry to my two editors 😋 there isn't much new... But I really needed to split it. Hope you all enjoyed the first half 😎🔥

Chapter 81: Enjoy the View: 1 (Alternate)

Notes:

Non-daddy kink version of the last chapter (finally!!)

“Be good and I'm gonna FUCK you.”

The harsh way he swore, spitting tiny drops on Adam’s back, seemed to punch you in the gut. You bent over, suddenly out of breath and reeling inside, trying to maintain eye contact so you wouldn’t miss a single second even though the force of Brian’s words took over your body.

He looked so good… so powerful: big and sexy and ridiculously commanding in his crisp shirt and trousers. While Adam was bare, draped across his lap, and you kneeled clad in only your lacy lingerie. As much as you loved to see his body, you had to admit the disparity was hot. Every single thing about the scene reminded you who was in charge tonight.

The first blow landed on the singer’s skin with a sharp slap. He grunted at the impact and held his cry back, breathing through his nose as his lips pressed hard together and a bright redness bloomed on his backside. You could see the way his leg muscles contracted to stave off the pain, moving with the subtlest shadow under his skin. Fuck… Adam was gorgeous.

Brian chuckled at the younger man’s visible discomfort, and his smirk projected that he was pleased at Adam’s response: already so affected and clearly trying to hide it.

“What’s the matter baby boy?” He widened his legs slightly, and spanked Adam again. “Regretting your choices?”

The younger man shook his head frantically, trying to get over the shock of two slaps in such quick succession at the very beginning of his punishment. He squirmed upon Brian’s thighs, shaking his bum into the air and giving you a wonderful view of the marks that were already forming there.

SLAP! Another huge handprint joined the others before there was a chance for them to fade, and this time a little whine did squeak out of Adam’s glossy lips.

Three more times you watched Brian’s hand connect with throbbing flesh, and his lips twitch with a bit too much sadistic glee. And thrice more Adam jolted upon his thighs in a vain attempt to escape. For all his teasing, he didn’t seem too resilient to the punishment. You cringed and strained against your ties with every blow, sympathetic but unable to tear your eyes off the two men… and fucking dripping wet.

There was no satisfaction to be found, for you couldn’t even find friction on the mattress in your position. Your desperate sex was left with nothing, and you struggled for only a moment before you gave up, groaning in defeat.

This of course drew Brian’s attention, and your situation became even worse when hazel eyes caught yours. Or they would have been hazel, had they not been burning with dark, black lust. He stared hot, like fire that tore through your gut and singed your insides. All you got was a flicked eyebrow, and soft lips that pursed ever so slightly together, smirking with devilish delight.

Then Brian’s pupils moved back to the reddening arse below, and you were left reeling. He always gave you so little, and it made every tiny piece of his attention so much stronger. He kept you well-fed, all the while leading you along to feel like you were starving. And you loved every minute of it. There was a strange sense of freedom in feeling so desperate.

And that unusual feeling must have been shared, for Adam writhed against Brian’s legs and moaned, calling for the older man’s attention in his own way.

Brian growled, and spanked him again. “Being good doesn’t consist of wriggling around, making it difficult for me, and squealing like a little whore.”

The younger man stopped moving immediately before he was faced with another sharp sting. His breath slowed, but he was anything but calm. You could see the tension throughout his body as he forced himself to lie perfectly still. Apart from the tremor in his thighs.

“Better,” Brian drawled, and for the first time Adam was rewarded with a break.

“Sorry Sir... I can do it for you.” Adam’s higher voice trembled with the pressure of following Brian’s wishes.

“Hmm… That’s not quite right.” Brian’s hand lifted off the singer’s skin, and his fingers fluttered in a show of put-on triviality. “That’s not what you called me earlier.”

SLAP! Another stinging sound rang through the room, and Adam hissed under his breath before pulling himself together.

“Urngh… sorry… Sir.”

And this time, when he said it, there was no challenge in the title.

He sighed with the same respect you did, and your heart clenched. Adam was defeated, yes, but he also sounded relieved, and satisfied. He’d wanted to test Brian these past days- give him everything he had to throw at him- and now he had proof that the guitarist could handle it. Handle HIM. Adam was a spitfire. It probably wasn’t too often that he encountered someone who could turn him on his head quite like Bri could. Give him what he needed, and take what they needed from him at the same time.

“Mmm that’s a good boy. Much better.” Brian’s low voice was thick and smooth as he rubbed the skin he’d so recently marred.

You watched Adam shiver under his touch, working your bottom lip between your teeth as your own spine did the same, and you realised, yes, all those things were true, but you were also thinking too much into it. He also just liked it. The game he played with Brian was intriguing and enjoyable for both men, and it let them work off some steam on tour. You were lucky that you got to witness each shimmer of pleasure that trailed down Adam’s legs, and every glorious twitch of desire that peaked through Brian’s controlled façade.

“So we’re done?” Adam’s soft voice was ever hopeful, but Brian just chuckled.

“Wishful thinking darling; you’ve been very naughty.”

“Oh…” there was a brief pause, and then, “Damn.”

The resigned disappointment in Adam’s response was suddenly so funny- so adorable- that you and Brian both burst out laughing. He looked so erotic spread out on the duvet over the older man’s legs, with his shining red arse and milky white skin, that the casual tone coming out of his mouth didn’t make sense. It was a moment of pure joy and friendship, cutting through the thick lust that had coated the room, and you’d never felt so much affection for either of them: these men that contained within them both rock-star-confidence, and kind gentleness.

Still rumbling with laughter, Brian swatted him again. “You, boy, are a delight.”

Adam was silent for a moment before turning his head and grinning over his backside. At you, first, and then at Brian above him.

“I know,” he said, coyly, sticking out his tongue.

It lasted only a few seconds before Brian calmed his laughter and smacked him again, forcing the younger man's head back to face forward to with his other hand. “Behave. We can’t have you getting an even bigger head.” And as if to prove his point he dragged his fingers through Adam’s hair, grabbed it, and pulled. He whispered seductively in his ear.

“You’ve still gotta tell me how sorry you are.”

All of a sudden, there wasn’t any room for argument in his tone. And so Adam did.

“I’m sorry- so sorry Sir. Please forgive me... I’ll be so good from now on.” He took a deep breath, settling back into the submissive headspace he’d found after such a long struggle. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Good boy Adam,” Brian rumbled his answer, “Finally asking the right questions. You can tell me all the naughty things you’ve done, and I’ll spank you for each one. Then, when you’ve got them all off your chest, you can really make it up to me.”

As he finished his instructions, Brian looked up from Adam’s back and lingered his gaze on you. His shining eyes twisted your insides; they promised pleasure, gratification, and teased a mighty good show. And when he licked his wet lips again, you honestly believed you might come from the sight alone.

Adam whined once and settled himself, bracing for his own pleasure-pain that was to come, and the rest was a blur.

“I’m sorry for moving when you went to go get Y/N.”

Slap.

“I’m sorry I was late tonight... You were right- it was on purpose.”

Brian smirked, “...Clearly”

Slap.

“I’m sorry I distracted you during Killer Queen.”

Slap.

“I’m sorry for teasing you in front of the crowd.”

Slap.

You couldn’t think. You couldn’t move. All you could do was watch the whirlwind before you, with Adam crying his misbehaviors and Brian remedying them one by one. It was passionate, and frenzied, and beautiful in its rawness.

“I’m sorry I mimed blowing you where everyone could see.” Adam’s voice was beginning to whine.

Slap.

“I’m sorry for grinding against your leg.”

Slap.

“I’m sorry I crawled across the stage.”

Slap.

“I... I’m sorry I always act out for your attention.”

Slap.

Adam stalled for a moment, seemingly out of ideas for what he’d done wrong. His breath ran ragged in the still air, and you finally noticed that your own chest was heaving too. As was Brian’s, with a single bead of sweat running down the side of his neck.

“Why don’t I like you acting out during our concerts baby?” Brian firmly prompted the overwhelmed singer, leading him in the direction he wanted. “What’s so bad about what you’ve done?”

The tension was thick, before Adam shivered and took another deep breath.

“I’m sorry I made you hard during the show.”

Brian growled then, teeth bared, as if wording it like that was the final straw. He gave Adam one last spank, seemingly hardest of all, and then unceremoniously dumped him on the floor.

Adam was a mess of limbs and red skin as he scrambled to right himself on the carpet. He was shocked with what had just happened. Wet eyes and wet mouth were both open wide as the singer regained his composure between Brian’s long legs, but he wasn’t able to speak before a sharp tenor filled the room.

“Yes, naughty boy... You wanted to tease me? Make me hard? Well then do it,” Brian barked, “Make me hard.”

He spread his legs almost obscenely wide and placed his hands on his pointed knees.

“It’s what you wanted.”

Adam’s jaw dropped open at the same time yours did. You were both completely consumed by Brian’s simmering sex appeal. He had that confidence that pushed him to relax and bask in how much he knew you both wanted him. And God you did. You couldn’t believe it; Adam was going to get to suck Bri’s cock, and you were going to get to watch.

“Get to it lovely,” he interrupted your stunned expressions, “…I'm waiting.”

Adam rushed to sit up on his knees properly, and you found yourself straining against your ties again. You watched his wide eyes and you knew how he was feeling. How his insides were in turmoil in his struggle to please Bri, and how anxious he was not to let this moment of attention pass. Fuck this was going to be good.

Trembling hands reached out to Brian’s fly, for he wouldn’t even do that much for the younger man. He made Adam unzip him and pull his lovely thick cock out while he simply waited, because then the singer knew, and felt deep in his gut, just how desperate he in fact was to please. It was the same when he did it with you, and you loved it.

“Fucking hell…” An awestruck whisper fell from Adam’s lips when he’d achieved his task, and was, literally, faced with Brian’s half-hard length up close for the first time. “You’re fucking hung.”

Brian chuckled: deep, low and subtly, vainly pleased to receive that complement as always. You realized that Adam hadn’t got to see him properly on Roger’s birthday night, because he was buried inside of you.

“Ask nicely and it’ll get bigger.”

You could hear the smirk in Brian’s voice. Almost as easily as you could see it on his face, with his legs caging Adam and his cock displayed obscenely from his open pants. Jesus, Brian was confident anyways, but with that fucking thing between his legs he was way too smug.

Adam swallowed, looking up at Brian nervously, and you knew at that moment he was wondering how the hell he was gonna fit that in his mouth, and what it was gonna feel like getting fucked by it later.

“Please Sir... I’m sorry for teasing you. Let me make up for it?” His words were overtly submissive, but his tone carried his own special confidence and excitement. You knew he was going to enjoy this.

“Good boy.” Brian grinned, casually, like it was only natural for his singer to suck him off after the show.

Adam didn’t waste any more time, and seized his prize before Brian could make him work for it any longer. He took the tip between his glossy lips, immediately closed his eyes and tipped his head back slightly. He was positively savouring the taste of the older man, trying to imprint it into memory after fantasizing about it for so long.

With every inch Adam took your own core got wetter. He was fucking brilliant: tonguing over the veins, lapping at Brian’s scrotum, and deep-throating his length as it swelled. All too soon, the guitarist was fully hard, and Adam was bobbing steadily along his shaft.

He sucked expertly, hollowing his cheeks to the perfect suction and dragging his lips across the taught flesh from base to tip, every once and a while pulling off to lick Brian’s slit and cause the most spine-tingling moan from the older man. Who of course would then grab his head and force him back down his length.

“Urngh… fuck,” Brian cursed in the throws of pleasure. “Good boy.”

You wanted to mirror the singer’s moan when he heard Brian’s praise. That gorgeous, lust-filled tenor could wreck you like no other. Adam took his cock even deeper in response, reveling the long fingers in his hair and the thick presence in his throat.

Brian’s head was thrown back, mouth open and throat bared in not-so-silent appreciation for the sensations his manhood was currently enjoying. His eyes were shut tight, ignoring the use of vision to focus on the more tactile pleasures. And those fingers, those greedy fingers, dug into the back of Adam’s head as they pulled him in rhythm. Brian was a rock star enjoying his pleasure as he wanted- using Adam and ignoring you- and it was fucking hot.

You could tell that the younger man knew what he was doing, and that he was putting every bit of experience to use at the moment. He worked to make it good, and was therefore loving it all the more himself. He got to show off.

The subtle wet sounds and occasional gagging that came from Adam’s mouth went straight to your core. You were fucking aching at this point: dripping and rocking on your knees as heat pooled in your gut. And there was nothing you could do, other than stare at Brian’s plump lower lip as he ran his tongue across it and thrust his cock down Adam’s throat.

“Lovely boy,” he praised again, with a deep gravelly voice full of pleasure, “So good for me.”

Brian finally opened his eyes as Adam moaned around his girth. He gazed upon the young man between his legs, and you could see his pupils expand. A smirk tugged at his lips, just barely, and you got a tiny glimpse at one if his pointed canines. Until that damn tongue game out to lick his lips again, as if trying to taste the ecstasy in the air.

Then hazel eyes flicked to you, and you knew you were lost; Brian held you within his gaze so easily. He hummed as he stared at you, low, inviting and immensely pleased with your lust-filled expression, and your desperate, rocking hips.

He looked at your body, lingering on all his favourite places- your flushed cheeks, your heaving breasts, the glistening sex between your legs all wrapped in lace for him- and when he was finally done, he went back to your eyes. And then he fucked into Adam’s mouth as he watched you watch him.

You couldn’t feel your hands; it was like everything went numb and all the sensation in your entire being concentrated in your cunt. Shivers, running their way from your extremities to your core, burned your nerves and left desperate ache in their wake. You were throbbing, shaking. You felt pinned by those flaming hazel eyes, unable to escape as you burned in exquisite pleasure.

Brian’s cock moved steadily in and out, glistening with saliva and lust. At first slow and steady, then quicker, shallower as his breathing grew ragged. The muscles in his legs clenched and unclenched rhythmically, moving subtly under his tight pants. Your favourite soft tummy pushed at the buttons of his shirt and bounced when he started to lose control. He was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, and he was letting you watch him in his most intimate moments.

The combined pleasures of Adam’s mouth and your eyes were finally too much for Brian, and his hips stilled on the bed. The sheer amount of fucking self-control he had, stopping himself like that, was mighty impressive. His expression was almost pained, but he bit his lip and powered through.

“Mmmph- That’s enough darling,” he grunted, turning back to Adam, “You’ve earned your forgiveness.”

His wiry arms shook a bit as he pulled the younger man’s lips off his cock. For all he liked to tease you and Adam, he clearly liked to tease himself as well, when he was in the mood. On nights like tonight he drew everything out and took his time winding up to the perfect release. He could be endlessly patient if he knew there was something worth it at the end. But you liked the quick impatient fucks just as well, when he took you where he wanted, when he wanted. Like his dressing room, or the damned store in Toronto.

Adam wiped his mouth on the back of his arm and beamed up at him. “Thank you Sir... I really am sorry.”

“Hmm...” Brian stalled and looked at the ceiling for a moment, still reeling from the abandoned orgasm, and then back down to Adam. “...enough not to do it again?”

It you weren’t watching so closely you might have missed the tiny quirk at the edge of the singer’s lips. “Maybe.”

“Ah, well then I’ll just have to make sure you remember.” He smirked salaciously. “Come up on the bed with Y/N.”

Adam’s grin widened and he did as he was told, making you bounce a bit from his weight on the mattress. You had to stifle a groan when you saw that the singer was rock hard now, made desperate and wanting from getting spanked hard and sucking Brian’s cock. He was a cheeky, dirty thing, and you’d never felt more kinship for the man.

You both watched as Brian stood and slid his trousers down his long, thin legs. He stepped out of them with as much grace as an older man with a raging erection could muster, but somehow it was still ridiculously attractive. Then came the shirt- lithe fingers undoing the usual two buttons- and he threw it to join the pants.

You felt your mouth go dry, and your core dampen. Brian May, in all his hairy-shouldered, long limbed, soft-tummied glory, stalked towards the bed where two young lovers waited for him. A flush of red coloured his cheeks and made him hurry his strides, but you were sure the hot lust in both your eyes remedied it. He needn’t be embarrassed next to the two of you, because you were both here for him. You thought he was the sexiest thing in the universe. He carried his age so well: brimming with experience and authority when it suited him. Oh God, how you wanted to please Brian.

“Hands and knees baby boy... where Y/N can see you.” Brian commanded the words, quickly trying to reassert himself and distract you from any insecurity you’d seen.

There was an arousing amount of knowing indulgence in Adam’s voice when he answered, “Yes Sir” and positioned himself to face you.

Brian walked on his knees behind Adam. You had an excellent view of his broad, bare chest over the singer’s back. His eyes sparkled at you, and you shivered in anticipation before him.

He ran his hands along Adam’s skin, caressing the red handprints he’d left there and smirking. You were mesmerized by his obvious possessive tendencies- by how much he clearly loved to see his marks. He needed constant reminders that his lovers wanted him, and the visible evidence that Adam let him do that made his gaze darken deliciously.

“Look at you darling boy…” he pressed into a particularly bruised spot and watched Adam squirm, “All mine.”

You wished he could have seen the look on Adam’s face; his mouth dropped open and his eyebrows creased from the ecstasy of having Brian claim him so. But this way you got to see it, and feel yourself grow increasingly desperate.

“What would your fans say if they saw you like this, hmm? Bent over, waiting to be fucked with my handprints all over your ass.” Brian growled and squeezed Adam’s cheeks in his big hands. “They’d know that you dance around on stage and sing so pretty… hoping every night that you’ll be rewarded with my cock.”

The singer cried out and fucking whined. “Yes, please Sir.”

You felt your inner muscles pulse at the tone of his voice. Adam looked so ready to be fucked, it was unbelievable. And Brian was too much to handle at the best of times, but naked and hard and giving off so much dominant energy, he was more gorgeous than ever.

These men were going to be the bloody death of you.

Chapter 82: Enjoy the View: 2

Notes:

Daddy kink warning!!!

I really hope you guys enjoy this!!! Here we finish the night with Adam. Regular programming will return after! xoxo

Adam’s dripping erection bobbed in the air, bouncing against his stomach as he flinched from Brian’s prodding hands. He looked pathetic and needy, but so good as he refrained from touching himself, knowing it would be bad. He was really trying to behave for Bri.

“Where’s the lube?”

Adam flicked his head towards the top of the bed where you were. “Under the pillow.”

“Fetch it for me, if you would.”

The overly polite tone from Brian just added to everything, because he knew that he would. He knew at this point he didn’t need to control Adam; the singer wanted to submit.

Adam left Bri for a second and crawled over beside you to grab the bottle. You shared a moment of eye-contact: him expressing the tiniest sympathies that you were still restrained and left watching, and you conveying your contentment. You bounced your eyebrows at him in encouragement.

Adam passed the lube back to the guitarist, who opened it immediately. He placed himself back in position right away as Brian applied it. And for his good behaviour, he was rewarded with one long, tapered finger in his hole, which made him shut his eyes and gape his mouth.

“Oh my…” Brian drawled, moving slightly on his knees to better prepare the younger man, “You really are a good boy. You’ve been stretching yourself for Daddy haven’t you?”

“Ungh… God- Yesss…” Adam hissed the 's', dragging it on into a sigh of pleasure.

A pleased chuckle filled the room; Brian was enjoying the sounds he coaxed out of Adam’s golden windpipe. He sang powerfully on stage, and cried just as pretty off it.

There must have been another finger added, because the singer pushed forward suddenly and moaned into the mattress. That sight, along with the dark interest Brian watched it with, made your thighs start to shake.

“Quite presumptive, considering. You’re lucky you have a delicious arse.”

“I just wanted to be ready for you… in case.”

Brian snorted. “You’ve got an answer for everything. But there’s one problem with that…”

He plunged another finger in already, stretching Adam’s opening and watching as he moaned, thrusting into nothing.

“...You’re nowhere near ready for me.”

Jesus Christ. Brian pushed his three fingers in deeper and worked his magic inside the singer. The poor boy was still moaning with his face in the mattress, shaking and overwhelmed from the large stretch so quickly. From his sounds, and the trail of drool left on the duvet, overwhelmed in the best way possible.

“Please- Fuck! I AM ready Daddy.” Adam’s voice was muffled from the material, but the desperate lust could be heard just fine. “Need your cock.”

A sound of disagreement came from Brian’s chest, and he shook his head slightly as if scolding a foolish child. “No Adam,” he tutted, “You’ve got to be patient or it will hurt- and not in a good way.”

The care in his words really got to you. Above all, Brian cared for Adam. And he cared for you. He would always make sure you were safe and comfortable and that everyone was enjoying the moment. The singer was too far gone to think rationally, pleading and whining softly to be fucked, and it was up to Bri to make sure he was prepared for when he did just that.

You watched, barely daring to blink for fear of missing something, as Brian continued to stretch Adam and finger him with what seemed like expert skill. You could tell every time he brushed his prostate, because Adam would make the most delightful, plaintive cries. He reveled in that: in taking the singer apart piece by piece, and making him absolutely desperate for his cock. His beautiful eyes would darken every time, pupils so wide they looked black, and you couldn’t look away. And he would stroke his length as he fingered Adam, gratuitously enjoying himself and keeping that hard, thick rod happy and focused.

Eventually, after minutes of teasing, copious amounts of lube, another finger, and the strong endurance of guitarist hands, Brian said the magic words.

“I think that’s enough. Do you feel nice and open now baby boy?”

“Fuck yes- please Sir, Daddy. I need your cock so bad. I’m ready...” He propped himself up on shaky arms. “Condoms are in the bedside table.”

The older man grunted in affirmation and reached past you to rifle through the drawer, knocking various objects over in search of his prize. He found one and unwrapped it quickly, tossing the wrapper to the floor without a care.

As you watch Brian roll the rubber down over his thick shaft you were suddenly ashamed. You’d never asked for the same, never even really thought about it. It was just another thing you gave him. Trust and devotion, ever since the first night. Sometimes you hated these reminders of how naïve you were.

But also, you felt a small twinge of satisfaction, blooming to grow through your chest as the initial shame faded. Brian had never wanted to use a condom with you. Perhaps it was petty, but you loved how he needed to feel your flesh. It was always raw and deep, and you could feel everything. His seed inside you- claiming you in the most primal way- and if not for a little red pill, leaving his mark inside you permanently. THAT was better, you’d decided, than the pride you’d feel to have the confidence of Adam. It was dangerous. And it showed a deep-seated trust.

Brian ran his hands down Adam’s sides, making sure he was ready and setting him into position. He looked over the singer’s back, and his expression warmed your heart. He looked happy, grateful. Thrilled and pleased and affectionate. The longer he stared, the darker his eyes grew, until he was watching Adam's shallow breaths like he was a treat to be devoured.

“Hold still for Daddy,” he murmured, and smiled at the way Adam went rigid, “And relax.”

He lined his hard cock up with one hand, and steadied the small of Adam’s back with the other. Ever so slowly he pressed in, still stretching the younger man after the generous preparation. He strung together small words of praise and encouragement as Adam went silent- blue eyes shut tight and mouth wide open as he tried to adjust to the guitarist’s size.

“That’s it- good boy.”

“Beautifull boy.”

“You’re so fucking tight, squeezing my cock perfectly.”

Adam made a strangled noise, gargling from his throat, like he was so overcome with pleasure he couldn’t speak. You felt like you were going to explode, pent up almost as much as them, from his sounds and Brian’s voice.

“Come on lovely… relax.” Brian sucked in a sharp breath. You could tell he was trying to be patent but quickly losing that battle, with his cock half-buried inside Adam’s arse. The twinge of frustration, of dominance, that snuck it’s way into his encouraging tone was deliciously dangerous.

Brian’s long fingers tightened on Adam’s flesh, going white at the tips. They were stark against the young, red skin.

The singer let out a long breath as he shivered a bit, and Brian took advantage of it. He thrust in harder at that moment, shoving his girth further up Adam’s channel and turning his breath into a moan.

“Fuckin' hell…” The singer finally found his voice, “Jesus Christ Bri.”

“Sorry baby,” Brian grunted, but the blissed look on his face gave him away.

Adam whined loudly. “No- shit. Not sorry. Just fuck me.” He pleaded and pushed his bottom back against Brian as well as he was able with shaky thighs.

The tapered fingertips tightened further, and Brian rumbled deep in his chest. His hooded eyes shone with appreciation for Adam’s willingness and desperation, and his tiny snarl showed he was finally going to let himself take what he wanted. Brian always got what he wanted. And tonight it was a keening, begging singer.

“Ask nicely.”

Adam took a deep breath, floating on the feeling of being stretched so wide, and licked his lips. “Fuck me Daddy, please.” He visibly relaxed as he said the last word, falling into that wonderful headspace where everything was up to Bri. Where you just had to be good and he’d give you what you needed.

Your pussy was dripping wet, wishing that Brian’s thick cock was buried in you instead. And as the guitarist bucked his hips forward, and as the younger man cried out in wicked pleasure, your inner muscles clenched and fluttered from the sights and sounds alone.

“Unnngh!” Adam could do nothing more than a guttural whine as he was finally filled with the entire length of Bri, and his heavy balls rested against his full arse.

The older man looked as if he was in heaven, rhapsodic and lustful in the warm tightness of Adam. His jaw worked up and down slightly, like he was trying to ingest the thick pleasure in the air, and his tongue came out to wet his lips with the taste of the singer’s moans.

After what seemed both like an eternity and a second, Brian spoke. “There’s a good boy- so wonderfully tight.” He rocked in and out again shallowly, testing the waters. “Stay still, relax and sing for Daddy.”

He started moving in earnest, sliding slowly with the generous lube, and fucking properly into Adam. The boy had never welcomed anything so readily. He did sing. He made beautiful, sinful sounds with every thrust, pushing his arse up in the air to meet Brian better. He was gorgeous, and open. For your eyes and Bri's cock.

If you thought you had a good view of Brian’s body in the fitting room mirrors, you were fucking front row now. Your greedy eyes watched everything: the way Brian’s fingers tightened on Adam’s hips; the way he couldn’t seem to decide whether to roll his eyes back in pleasure or stare deep at the man he was fucking; the bloody obscene in and out of his long, thick cock in Adam’s red arse; and the fucking jaw-dropping sight of his body, taught with need and bouncing in all the best places.

Brian’s balls swung nicely between his legs when he pulled out. His chest shook with the biggest thrusts, slamming into Adam and jiggling the soft tissue under his nipples. It drew your eyes to his wide chest, and the beautiful curls of hair that grew there. Brian wasn’t a young man anymore, but he was a gorgeous man. And right now, with a mess of youth moaning around his cock, the signs of his 72 years just added to your attraction.

Fucking hell, the erotic bounce of his round tum against Adam’s marked skin had you stifling a moan and actively trying not to come from watching. Brian was fit, and healthy, and clearly took care of how he presented himself. But it couldn’t be said that he wasn’t indulgent. The bodily signs of some of those years of pleasures told of his naughty side, of many parties, and, dare you think it, a bit of excess drinking. That, combined with how he was currently indulging himself- face slack and fucking Adam- was absolutely delicious.

“You’re being so good baby,” Brian grunted, rumbling through clenched teeth, “How does Daddy’s cock feel?”

Dark heat grew in your stomach; Brian was greedy for praise, even now.

“So… fucking… good!” Adam’s voice pushed from his chest with considerable effort, in between the ever strengthening thrusts of Brian.

“And you Y/N…” hot hazel eyes turned to you and prickled your skin, “Enjoying the show?” Brian smirked, as he caught your overwhelmed expression and continued to pound the singer.

Your eyes went wide of their own accord, and your heart started beating rapidly now that you had Brian’s attention again. He was speaking to you, while he fucked Adam like a toy to be used. A very willing toy.

“I- God…” you stammered and panicked, unsure just how to describe this incredible experience. “It’s so hot. You two… fuck.”

Brian chuckled, thrust into Adam again, and you felt another throb between your legs. He knew what you meant even if you couldn’t find the eloquence. He probably liked making you this way.

“Thanks darling girl… it’s good to have a witness,” he punctuated his words with a deep movement that certainly hit Adam’s prostate, “…as I teach this boy a lesson.”

You whined and nodded, hoping he would continue speaking to you so.

“You’re being such a good girl too baby-“ Brian was getting breathless, exerting himself as he spoke and inhaling deep between words. “-You look so pretty in that little outfit, all tied up and behaving for me.”

Your head was nodding, and your chest sucking up the praise eagerly, before you even realized it. You were always desperate for Bri.

“Can-“ you swallowed, “Can I please touch?”

Brian just smiled and shook his head, rocking back against Adam. “No love, sorry. Not tonight. You keep being good and Daddy will take care of you after.” He saw your downcast eyes and shook his curls. “Don’t worry precious.”

Though you’d have to be a bit more patient, your heart filled at his words. Brian wouldn’t forget you, even with a young superstar in his bed. You could wait for him then, you could, even with the solid ache in your arms and the tremor in your quads. You loved that he was testing you again, back in the deep-end so soon after some time apart. You could show him how seriously you wanted this.

At any rate, as you watched with wide eyes the speed Brian was fucking into Adam, you couldn’t believe you’d be waiting long.

He was really moving his hips now, chasing his pleasure in the younger man, and all the while staring into your eyes. Every time Adam would moan, Brian would smirk, and bask in the way you admired him use his skill. From behind like this, he couldn’t see Adam’s eyes. You were a substitute of some sort, or a willing subject to feed his rather large voyeuristic side.

The erotic, supremely masculine sight of him taking and fucking called out to something deep within you. Something primal, feminine, and submissive. He held your eyes and he held your soul, smirking at you and biting his lip to distract himself from getting too lost in the pleasure, else this all be over too soon.

Brian was showing off as you watched, making Adam moan and whine so prettily, just like he’d asked. There was no way of truly knowing, but it seemed like he was driving into the poor boy's prostate repeatedly.

“You look fucking wrecked in front of Y/N,” he growled to the singer, while looking straight into your eyes. The quirk of his lips should have been illegal.

Adam of course whined again, feigning embarrassment but clearly enjoying everything.

The older man chuckled at Adam's adorable acting, and gave him a pat on the bum. “Good boy.”

You could almost feel your own arousal dripping down your legs. Your sore, trembling legs still splayed apart in position for Daddy.

When it came to be too much for Brian to maintain proper smug eye contact, you knew he was close. His eyes rolled to the ceiling instead, or roamed along Adam’s back, or stared at the way his cock split Adam’s cheeks.

It was at this point that he finally gave the singer some relief, taking his hand off Adam’s hip and snaking it around to grasp at his neglected, weeping erection.

“Aaaahh,” he moaned high, bucking immediately into Brian’s large hand like a desperate little whore.

“That’s it baby boy… you’ve been so good for me, taking my cock so well.” Brian stroked Adam’s wet penis teasingly, giving him almost enough. “You gonna come for Daddy?”

He punctuated his question with another hard thrust, and Adam groaned. “Yes… please Sir.”

“Then you’re gonna behave?” He fucked him hard. “From now on?”

Adam’s hips were grinding as much as Brian would let him, trying desperately to find friction on the guitarist’s hand. “Yes! Please! Anything! Just please Daddy let me come.”

Fibbing, bluffing, or not, both the men were too caught up in their building orgasms to argue further. Adam sang with delighted satisfaction, finally able to please the man he’d been lusting for, and Brian growled deep, fueled by the sounds of the young man begging beneath him, for him.

The light gleaned off their sweaty skin as they writhed and bucked together, making them look like the gods they were. Brian’s curls bounced delicately, contrasting starkly with the rough fucking of a man on the edge.

He worked his hand tighter, faster, overstimulating Adam into screamed completion. The boy was already so close, it didn’t take much.

“Unngh! Fuck!! Hnnngh…” he panted on the end of Brian’s cock, crying higher and higher, trembling on his knees, until finally, “Ahhhhh!”, Adam sang in ecstasy.

He came all over the duvet, shooting ropes of come past Brian’s hand and onto his own stomach, the mattress, everything. And all the while Brian kept his grip, and Adam's noises turned silent, coming breathlessly out of his open mouth.

Brian brought him through his climax until every last drop of come had spilled from Adam’s dick, and his balls clenched dry, trying still to give more. He stayed hard for longer than you expected, still frozen in the older man’s grip. It wasn’t until Brian moved his hand back to his hips that you saw he was exhausted.

The guitarist was driven wild by Adam’s reaction, coming apart so nicely in his hand, and he drove his cock deep into his ass like a man possessed. He grunted, pulled Adam back against him, and used him to bring himself off. The poor, tired boy looked like a ragdoll in Bri’s big hands. And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing.

“Such… a… good… boy.” Brian chased his pleasure, grunting between his pointed teeth until he came too.

His lips parted, eyes closed, and his tongue darted out briefly, before all his features tightened in ecstasy. His bushy eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flared. Every line on his face looked gorgeous; the man had years of experience, and they all combined beautifully as he let himself go. He spilled his seed inside Adam with a grunt, and a part of you wished there was no condom to stop it from spilling out and dripping down Adam’s handprinted, red ass.

They stayed like that, connected and breathing heavily, lost in their own world. You thought you were going to burst with hot arousal; everything felt swollen and tight. You were throbbing between your legs, able to tell every pulse of your heart as your blood rushed with heady interest. It got to be too much, after seeing all that, and a meek little moan did escape your throat.

Brian’s eyes snapped open, directly to you. He took a deep breath, smelling the sex in the air, and you watched his prominent nose flare again. Everything about him at this moment looked completely satisfied, yet his eyes were still dark.

He groaned and slipped out of Adam, who whimpered a bit at the sensation on his stretched muscles. Strong arms guided the singer to lie down and rest upon the mattress.

“Good girl Y/N,” he drawled, moving in your direction with that gleaming, heaving chest. “You’ve behaved so well.”

He sank down on his knees, resting on the bed for the first time in a while, and grimaced as he quickly shucked the condom off his cock. He threw it in the bin with surprising skill, and your heart clenched at the little puff of pride you saw in his chest. The man had just fucked Adam Lambert into a whining mess, and he was proud of a two yard throw.

“Come here darling.” Brian flopped down on the bed beside you, suddenly too tired to remain upright. His soft dick sat between his long legs, bared for you to see and ogle all you wanted, nestled in curls of dark grey. He gestured at you to close the small distance remaining.

You walked over to him on your knees, careful not to topple over with your hands still bound behind your back and your quads fatigued.

Brian smiled when you reached him. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Before you could answer him, he reached his hand between your legs and cupped your sex. His fingers ran through your wet folds and rubbed your clit, and any words you were forming caught in your throat. Brian just chortled, still lying on his back. He touched you brazenly and openly, feeling the evidence of what watching him had done to you.

“I’ll take this as a yes.” He stuck one long, talented finger against your opening, and your eyes opened WIDE when you felt another prod your other hole. “Perhaps we can try it some time.”

The grin on his face was too much to handle. You thought immediately of how Adam had sung with pleasure, and how Brian had loved the tight heat around his shaft. A hot blush coloured your cheeks, but you nodded: embarrassed, nervous and excited all at once.

“Good girl...” Brian petted your inner folds with his fingers, like you were a thing to reward with his attention. “But first... you haven’t come tonight.”

It was a statement, not a question. It wasn’t up to you if it would be allowed or not; Brian was in control. You nodded again.

He smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, with his white curls spread out around the duvet around him. “My baby girl deserves a reward for being so good.”

You were practically bursting, with those devilish fingers teasing your core. “Oh... please Daddy.”

You begged for his movements to continue, and closed your eyes, ready to be taken apart by his lazy hands. At the first rock of your hips however, the friction was gone. Brian dragged his wet fingers down your thighs and left you hanging. You balled your fists in their ties.

Your eyes snapped open again just in time to see Brian lick your arousal off his fingers... one, by, one. Those dark pupils didn’t leave your face for a second. He groaned when finished, and growled. “Delicious.”

Brian patted his lips with his elegant hands, and you couldn’t believe what you though he was asking. You were frozen, unable to move. He stared heat into your eyes, almost commanding you with a gaze, and licked his lips. “Have a seat darling... Daddy wants to taste his pretty pussy.”

At that, Adam’s head rose from the mattress, and you thought you were going to die under the new weight of blue eyes.

“God, Brian- No... I can’t!”

Your heart was pounding. Your blood pulsing in your ears. This was Brian May! You couldn’t sit on his face! Especially not with the singer watching your every move. It wasn’t your place; it was too much! But he clearly had no such compunctions.

“Come on baby, it’ll be so good.”

Brian reached over and pulled you down upon him, digging his hands into your thighs to press your flesh against his face. He lifted you easily, and though you tried, you couldn’t fight him to support your own weight.

You squeaked as Brian moaned. Immediately a clever tongue started lapping against your core and you were absolutely powerless to stop it. Your hands were bound and your thighs were locked against him. He had what he wanted, and he was going to enjoy it.

You were on top, but you felt open and vulnerable. There was nothing to hide you: no big body covering you or weighing you down into the mattress. Brian was going to take you apart, and Adam was going to see.

The pleasure built rapidly through your heightened nerves. Perhaps it was the fact that Adam was watching with tired, hooded eyes. Perhaps it was because you’d been on edge so long watching the men fuck. Perhaps it was because you were sitting on Brian fucking May. Before long, you could feel your thighs trembling around Brian’s head.

His nighttime stubble rasped along the delicate flesh of your inner thighs, masculine and territorial, marking every piece of you as his as he drove that tongue and breathed through that delightful nose against your skin.

God, everything was tight. You were about to lose your mind; despite your anxieties, it felt so good that you didn’t even think about using your safeword. Another instance of Brian, of Daddy, knowing what you wanted better than you did. What you needed.

Your chest heaved, stretching against the delicate lace of your bra as you drew ever closer to that sweet release. You were a treat to be ravaged, dressed up so pretty for Brian so he could corrupt you however he saw fit. You were going to come, soon... hard, against his mouth without even disturbing your lingerie.

Shallow, desperate breaths fell from your lips. Brian kept his pace up and encouraged your hips to move with his hands, pulling you in time with his tongue. He was expert. Godly. You couldn’t resist, and started rocking back and forth, mindless except to chase the pleasure he guided you to.

It built, and built, until you couldn’t possibly take any more, and then it kept going. You knew you were moaning, but you couldn’t stop yourself. There was just the growling of Bri and the perfect lapping of his tongue until...

“Unngh... Daddy!”

You came, shuddering above him for all to see. Your orgasm flooded from your clit to your toes, and you couldn’t control your limbs. Brian held you down upon him and brought you through the ecstasy, forcing you to find every last pleasure while you convulsed. He hummed while you came apart, and rubbed his thumbs upon your thighs until you settled still.

You couldn’t do anything except breathe and roll off Brian to his side, opposite of Adam. Your legs felt like jelly, completely useless as you mumbled into the mattress.

A soft “Good girl” floated to your ears, and your heart swelled with affection. Brian gave so much. You would never tire of being his, and of giving everything back.

You were barely coherent until you felt gentle fingers at your wrists, finally untying the silk. Brian freed your arms and softly massaged your shoulders, before turning you over, taking off your lace trappings, and settling you in bed. You opened your eyes just enough to see Adam’s shining back at you.

“You were beautiful Y/N,” he said, and you felt a wonderful warmth in your chest.

“You too Adam,” you replied. And you meant it.

There was a low hum beside you, and you both turned to look at Brian coming to join you in the huge bed. “Yes darlings,” his soft voice caressed your ears, “You’re both gorgeous.”

“As are you Daddy.”

You both turned back to each other, astonished that you’d said the exact same thing, at the exact same time. And then you both smiled, reveling in the connection you’d forged. You both loved Brian in your own way, and you loved each other as friends.

Sighing contentedly, Brian lay back on the pillows between the two of you. He’d never looked more pleased, bracketed by two young admirers. God, how you loved that filthy old man. He put his arms around the both of you and pulled you close, snuggling you against his chest.

Your body felt tired and heavy. It still swirled with pleasant tingles and sparks of joy. You breathed out, and in softly, and fell asleep to the smell of Brian, and the softness of his skin. Yes indeed, you’d made the right choice.

Chapter 83: Enjoy the View: 2 (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as last chapter without the Daddy kink. Finally got this version out!! Sorry for the wait!

Adam’s dripping erection bobbed in the air, bouncing against his stomach as he flinched from Brian’s prodding hands. He looked pathetic and needy, but so good as he refrained from touching himself, knowing it would be bad. He was really trying to behave for Bri.

“Where’s the lube?”

Adam flicked his head towards the top of the bed where you were. “Under the pillow.”

“Fetch it for me, if you would.”

The overly polite tone from Brian just added to everything, because he knew that he would. He knew at this point he didn’t need to control Adam; the singer wanted to submit.

Adam left Bri for a second and crawled over beside you to grab the bottle. You shared a moment of eye-contact: him expressing the tiniest sympathies that you were still restrained and left watching, and you conveying your contentment. You bounced your eyebrows at him in encouragement.

Adam passed the lube back to the guitarist, who opened it immediately. He placed himself back in position right away as Brian applied it. And for his good behaviour, he was rewarded with one long, tapered finger in his hole, which made him shut his eyes and gape his mouth.

“Oh my…” Brian drawled, moving slightly on his knees to better prepare the younger man, “You really are a good boy. You’ve been stretching yourself for me haven’t you?”

“Ungh… God- Yesss…” Adam hissed the 's', dragging it on into a sigh of pleasure.

A pleased chuckle filled the room; Brian was enjoying the sounds he coaxed out of Adam’s golden windpipe. He sang powerfully on stage, and cried just as pretty off it.

There must have been another finger added, because the singer pushed forward suddenly and moaned into the mattress. That sight, along with the dark interest Brian watched it with, made your thighs start to shake.

“Quite presumptive, considering. You’re lucky you have a delicious arse.”

“I just wanted to be ready for you… in case.”

Brian snorted. “You’ve got an answer for everything. But there’s one problem with that…”

He plunged another finger in already, stretching Adam’s opening and watching as he moaned, thrusting into nothing.

“...You’re nowhere near ready for me.”

Jesus Christ. Brian pushed his three fingers in deeper and worked his magic inside the singer. The poor boy was still moaning with his face in the mattress, shaking and overwhelmed from the large stretch so quickly. From his sounds, and the trail of drool left on the duvet, overwhelmed in the best way possible.

“Please- Fuck! I AM ready Sir.” Adam’s voice was muffled from the material, but the desperate lust could be heard just fine. “Need your cock.”

A sound of disagreement came from Brian’s chest, and he shook his head slightly as if scolding a foolish child. “No Adam,” he tutted, “You’ve got to be patient or it will hurt- and not in a good way.”

The care in his words really got to you. Above all, Brian cared for Adam. And he cared for you. He would always make sure you were safe and comfortable and that everyone was enjoying the moment. The singer was too far gone to think rationally, pleading and whining softly to be fucked, and it was up to Bri to make sure he was prepared for when he did just that.

You watched, barely daring to blink for fear of missing something, as Brian continued to stretch Adam and finger him with what seemed like expert skill. You could tell every time he brushed his prostate, because Adam would make the most delightful, plaintive cries. He reveled in that: in taking the singer apart piece by piece, and making him absolutely desperate for his cock. His beautiful eyes would darken every time, pupils so wide they looked black, and you couldn’t look away. And he would stroke his length as he fingered Adam, gratuitously enjoying himself and keeping that hard, thick rod happy and focused.

Eventually, after minutes of teasing, copious amounts of lube, another finger, and the strong endurance of guitarist hands, Brian said the magic words.

“I think that’s enough. Do you feel nice and open now baby boy?”

“Fuck yes- please Brian, Sir. I need your cock so bad. I’m ready...” He propped himself up on shaky arms. “Condoms are in the bedside table.”

The older man grunted in affirmation and reached past you to rifle through the drawer, knocking various objects over in search of his prize. He found one and unwrapped it quickly, tossing the wrapper to the floor without a care.

As you watch Brian roll the rubber down over his thick shaft you were suddenly ashamed. You’d never asked for the same, never even really thought about it. It was just another thing you gave him. Trust and devotion, ever since the first night. Sometimes you hated these reminders of how naïve you were.

But also, you felt a small twinge of satisfaction, blooming to grow through your chest as the initial shame faded. Brian had never wanted to use a condom with you. Perhaps it was petty, but you loved how he needed to feel your flesh. It was always raw and deep, and you could feel everything. His seed inside you- claiming you in the most primal way- and if not for a little red pill, leaving his mark inside you permanently. THAT was better, you’d decided, than the pride you’d feel to have the confidence of Adam. It was dangerous. And it showed a deep-seated trust.

Brian ran his hands down Adam’s sides, making sure he was ready and setting him into position. He looked over the singer’s back, and his expression warmed your heart. He looked happy, grateful. Thrilled and pleased and affectionate. The longer he stared, the darker his eyes grew, until he was watching Adam's shallow breaths like he was a treat to be devoured.

“Hold still...” he murmured, and smiled at the way Adam went rigid, “And relax.”

He lined his hard cock up with one hand, and steadied the small of Adam’s back with the other. Ever so slowly he pressed in, still stretching the younger man after the generous preparation. He strung together small words of praise and encouragement as Adam went silent- blue eyes shut tight and mouth wide open as he tried to adjust to the guitarist’s size.

“That’s it- good boy.”

“Beautifull boy.”

“You’re so fucking tight, squeezing my cock perfectly.”

Adam made a strangled noise, gargling from his throat, like he was so overcome with pleasure he couldn’t speak. You felt like you were going to explode, pent up almost as much as them, from his sounds and Brian’s voice.

“Come on lovely… relax.” Brian sucked in a sharp breath. You could tell he was trying to be patent but quickly losing that battle, with his cock half-buried inside Adam’s arse. The twinge of frustration, of dominance, that snuck it’s way into his encouraging tone was deliciously dangerous.

Brian’s long fingers tightened on Adam’s flesh, going white at the tips. They were stark against the young, red skin.

The singer let out a long breath as he shivered a bit, and Brian took advantage of it. He thrust in harder at that moment, shoving his girth further up Adam’s channel and turning his breath into a moan.

“Fuckin' hell…” The singer finally found his voice, “Jesus Christ Bri.”

“Sorry baby,” Brian grunted, but the blissed look on his face gave him away.

Adam whined loudly. “No- shit. Not sorry. Just fuck me.” He pleaded and pushed his bottom back against Brian as well as he was able with shaky thighs.

The tapered fingertips tightened further, and Brian rumbled deep in his chest. His hooded eyes shone with appreciation for Adam’s willingness and desperation, and his tiny snarl showed he was finally going to let himself take what he wanted. Brian always got what he wanted. And tonight it was a keening, begging singer.

“Ask nicely.”

Adam took a deep breath, floating on the feeling of being stretched so wide, and licked his lips. “Fuck me Sir, please.” He visibly relaxed as he said the last word, falling into that wonderful headspace where everything was up to Bri. Where you just had to be good and he’d give you what you needed.

Your pussy was dripping wet, wishing that Brian’s thick cock was buried in you instead. And as the guitarist bucked his hips forward, and as the younger man cried out in wicked pleasure, your inner muscles clenched and fluttered from the sights and sounds alone.

“Unnngh!” Adam could do nothing more than a guttural whine as he was finally filled with the entire length of Bri, and his heavy balls rested against his full arse.

The older man looked as if he was in heaven, rhapsodic and lustful in the warm tightness of Adam. His jaw worked up and down slightly, like he was trying to ingest the thick pleasure in the air, and his tongue came out to wet his lips with the taste of the singer’s moans.

After what seemed both like an eternity and a second, Brian spoke. “There’s a good boy- so wonderfully tight.” He rocked in and out again shallowly, testing the waters. “Stay still, relax and sing for me.”

He started moving in earnest, sliding slowly with the generous lube, and fucking properly into Adam. The boy had never welcomed anything so readily. He did sing. He made beautiful, sinful sounds with every thrust, pushing his arse up in the air to meet Brian better. He was gorgeous, and open. For your eyes and Bri's cock.

If you thought you had a good view of Brian’s body in the fitting room mirrors, you were fucking front row now. Your greedy eyes watched everything: the way Brian’s fingers tightened on Adam’s hips; the way he couldn’t seem to decide whether to roll his eyes back in pleasure or stare deep at the man he was fucking; the bloody obscene in and out of his long, thick cock in Adam’s red arse; and the fucking jaw-dropping sight of his body, taught with need and bouncing in all the best places.

Brian’s balls swung nicely between his legs when he pulled out. His chest shook with the biggest thrusts, slamming into Adam and jiggling the soft tissue under his nipples. It drew your eyes to his wide chest, and the beautiful curls of hair that grew there. Brian wasn’t a young man anymore, but he was a gorgeous man. And right now, with a mess of youth moaning around his cock, the signs of his 72 years just added to your attraction.

Fucking hell, the erotic bounce of his round tum against Adam’s marked skin had you stifling a moan and actively trying not to come from watching. Brian was fit, and healthy, and clearly took care of how he presented himself. But it couldn’t be said that he wasn’t indulgent. The bodily signs of some of those years of pleasures told of his naughty side, of many parties, and, dare you think it, a bit of excess drinking. That, combined with how he was currently indulging himself- face slack and fucking Adam- was absolutely delicious.

“You’re being so good baby,” Brian grunted, rumbling through clenched teeth, “How does it feel?”

Dark heat grew in your stomach; Brian was greedy for praise, even now.

“So… fucking… good!” Adam’s voice pushed from his chest with considerable effort, in between the ever strengthening thrusts of Brian.

“And you Y/N…” hot hazel eyes turned to you and prickled your skin, “Enjoying the show?” Brian smirked, as he caught your overwhelmed expression and continued to pound the singer.

Your eyes went wide of their own accord, and your heart started beating rapidly now that you had Brian’s attention again. He was speaking to you, while he fucked Adam like a toy to be used. A very willing toy.

“I- God…” you stammered and panicked, unsure just how to describe this incredible experience. “It’s so hot. You two… fuck.”

Brian chuckled, thrust into Adam again, and you felt another throb between your legs. He knew what you meant even if you couldn’t find the eloquence. He probably liked making you this way.

“Thanks darling girl… it’s good to have a witness,” he punctuated his words with a deep movement that certainly hit Adam’s prostate, “…as I teach this boy a lesson.”

You whined and nodded, hoping he would continue speaking to you so.

“You’re being such a good girl too baby-“ Brian was getting breathless, exerting himself as he spoke and inhaling deep between words. “-You look so pretty in that little outfit, all tied up and behaving for me.”

Your head was nodding, and your chest sucking up the praise eagerly, before you even realized it. You were always desperate for Bri.

“Can-“ you swallowed, “Can I please touch?”

Brian just smiled and shook his head, rocking back against Adam. “No love, sorry. Not tonight. You keep being good and I'll take care of you after.” He saw your downcast eyes and shook his curls. “Don’t worry precious.”

Though you’d have to be a bit more patient, your heart filled at his words. Brian wouldn’t forget you, even with a young superstar in his bed. You could wait for him then, you could, even with the solid ache in your arms and the tremor in your quads. You loved that he was testing you again, back in the deep-end so soon after some time apart. You could show him how seriously you wanted this.

At any rate, as you watched with wide eyes the speed Brian was fucking into Adam, you couldn’t believe you’d be waiting long.

He was really moving his hips now, chasing his pleasure in the younger man, and all the while staring into your eyes. Every time Adam would moan, Brian would smirk, and bask in the way you admired him use his skill. From behind like this, he couldn’t see Adam’s eyes. You were a substitute of some sort, or a willing subject to feed his rather large voyeuristic side.

The erotic, supremely masculine sight of him taking and fucking called out to something deep within you. Something primal, feminine, and submissive. He held your eyes and he held your soul, smirking at you and biting his lip to distract himself from getting too lost in the pleasure, else this all be over too soon.

Brian was showing off as you watched, making Adam moan and whine so prettily, just like he’d asked. There was no way of truly knowing, but it seemed like he was driving into the poor boy's prostate repeatedly.

“You look fucking wrecked in front of Y/N,” he growled to the singer, while looking straight into your eyes. The quirk of his lips should have been illegal.

Adam of course whined again, feigning embarrassment but clearly enjoying everything.

The older man chuckled at Adam's adorable acting, and gave him a pat on the bum. “Good boy.”

You could almost feel your own arousal dripping down your legs. Your sore, trembling legs still splayed apart in position.

When it came to be too much for Brian to maintain proper smug eye contact, you knew he was close. His eyes rolled to the ceiling instead, or roamed along Adam’s back, or stared at the way his cock split Adam’s cheeks.

It was at this point that he finally gave the singer some relief, taking his hand off Adam’s hip and snaking it around to grasp at his neglected, weeping erection.

“Aaaahh,” he moaned high, bucking immediately into Brian’s large hand like a desperate little whore.

“That’s it baby boy… you’ve been so good for me, taking my cock so well.” Brian stroked Adam’s wet penis teasingly, giving him almost enough. “You gonna come for me?”

He punctuated his question with another hard thrust, and Adam groaned. “Yes… please Sir.”

“Then you’re gonna behave?” He fucked him hard. “From now on?”

Adam’s hips were grinding as much as Brian would let him, trying desperately to find friction on the guitarist’s hand. “Yes! Please! Anything! Just please Sir let me come.”

Fibbing, bluffing, or not, both the men were too caught up in their building orgasms to argue further. Adam sang with delighted satisfaction, finally able to please the man he’d been lusting for, and Brian growled deep, fueled by the sounds of the young man begging beneath him, for him.

The light gleaned off their sweaty skin as they writhed and bucked together, making them look like the gods they were. Brian’s curls bounced delicately, contrasting starkly with the rough fucking of a man on the edge.

He worked his hand tighter, faster, overstimulating Adam into screamed completion. The boy was already so close, it didn’t take much.

“Unngh! Fuck!! Hnnngh…” he panted on the end of Brian’s cock, crying higher and higher, trembling on his knees, until finally, “Ahhhhh!”, Adam sang in ecstasy.

He came all over the duvet, shooting ropes of come past Brian’s hand and onto his own stomach, the mattress, everything. And all the while Brian kept his grip, and Adam's noises turned silent, coming breathlessly out of his open mouth.

Brian brought him through his climax until every last drop of come had spilled from Adam’s dick, and his balls clenched dry, trying still to give more. He stayed hard for longer than you expected, still frozen in the older man’s grip. It wasn’t until Brian moved his hand back to his hips that you saw he was exhausted.

The guitarist was driven wild by Adam’s reaction, coming apart so nicely in his hand, and he drove his cock deep into his ass like a man possessed. He grunted, pulled Adam back against him, and used him to bring himself off. The poor, tired boy looked like a ragdoll in Bri’s big hands. And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing.

“Such… a… good… boy.” Brian chased his pleasure, grunting between his pointed teeth until he came too.

His lips parted, eyes closed, and his tongue darted out briefly, before all his features tightened in ecstasy. His bushy eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flared. Every line on his face looked gorgeous; the man had years of experience, and they all combined beautifully as he let himself go. He spilled his seed inside Adam with a grunt, and a part of you wished there was no condom to stop it from spilling out and dripping down Adam’s handprinted, red ass.

They stayed like that, connected and breathing heavily, lost in their own world. You thought you were going to burst with hot arousal; everything felt swollen and tight. You were throbbing between your legs, able to tell every pulse of your heart as your blood rushed with heady interest. It got to be too much, after seeing all that, and a meek little moan did escape your throat.

Brian’s eyes snapped open, directly to you. He took a deep breath, smelling the sex in the air, and you watched his prominent nose flare again. Everything about him at this moment looked completely satisfied, yet his eyes were still dark.

He groaned and slipped out of Adam, who whimpered a bit at the sensation on his stretched muscles. Strong arms guided the singer to lie down and rest upon the mattress.

“Good girl Y/N,” he drawled, moving in your direction with that gleaming, heaving chest. “You’ve behaved so well.”

He sank down on his knees, resting on the bed for the first time in a while, and grimaced as he quickly shucked the condom off his cock. He threw it in the bin with surprising skill, and your heart clenched at the little puff of pride you saw in his chest. The man had just fucked Adam Lambert into a whining mess, and he was proud of a two yard throw.

“Come here darling.” Brian flopped down on the bed beside you, suddenly too tired to remain upright. His soft dick sat between his long legs, bared for you to see and ogle all you wanted, nestled in curls of dark grey. He gestured at you to close the small distance remaining.

You walked over to him on your knees, careful not to topple over with your hands still bound behind your back and your quads fatigued.

Brian smiled when you reached him. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Before you could answer him, he reached his hand between your legs and cupped your sex. His fingers ran through your wet folds and rubbed your clit, and any words you were forming caught in your throat. Brian just chortled, still lying on his back. He touched you brazenly and openly, feeling the evidence of what watching him had done to you.

“I’ll take this as a yes.” He stuck one long, talented finger against your opening, and your eyes opened WIDE when you felt another prod your other hole. “Perhaps we can try it some time.”

The grin on his face was too much to handle. You thought immediately of how Adam had sung with pleasure, and how Brian had loved the tight heat around his shaft. A hot blush coloured your cheeks, but you nodded: embarrassed, nervous and excited all at once.

“Good girl...” Brian petted your inner folds with his fingers, like you were a thing to reward with his attention. “But first... you haven’t come tonight.”

It was a statement, not a question. It wasn’t up to you if it would be allowed or not; Brian was in control. You nodded again.

He smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, with his white curls spread out around the duvet around him. “My baby girl deserves a reward for being so good.”

You were practically bursting, with those devilish fingers teasing your core. “Oh... please Sir.”

You begged for his movements to continue, and closed your eyes, ready to be taken apart by his lazy hands. At the first rock of your hips however, the friction was gone. Brian dragged his wet fingers down your thighs and left you hanging. You balled your fists in their ties.

Your eyes snapped open again just in time to see Brian lick your arousal off his fingers... one, by, one. Those dark pupils didn’t leave your face for a second. He groaned when finished, and growled. “Delicious.”

Brian patted his lips with his elegant hands, and you couldn’t believe what you though he was asking. You were frozen, unable to move. He stared heat into your eyes, almost commanding you with a gaze, and licked his lips. “Have a seat darling... I want to taste my pretty pussy.”

At that, Adam’s head rose from the mattress, and you thought you were going to die under the new weight of blue eyes.

“God, Brian- No... I can’t!”

Your heart was pounding. Your blood pulsing in your ears. This was Brian May! You couldn’t sit on his face! Especially not with the singer watching your every move. It wasn’t your place; it was too much! But he clearly had no such compunctions.

“Come on baby, it’ll be so good.”

Brian reached over and pulled you down upon him, digging his hands into your thighs to press your flesh against his face. He lifted you easily, and though you tried, you couldn’t fight him to support your own weight.

You squeaked as Brian moaned. Immediately a clever tongue started lapping against your core and you were absolutely powerless to stop it. Your hands were bound and your thighs were locked against him. He had what he wanted, and he was going to enjoy it.

You were on top, but you felt open and vulnerable. There was nothing to hide you: no big body covering you or weighing you down into the mattress. Brian was going to take you apart, and Adam was going to see.

The pleasure built rapidly through your heightened nerves. Perhaps it was the fact that Adam was watching with tired, hooded eyes. Perhaps it was because you’d been on edge so long watching the men fuck. Perhaps it was because you were sitting on Brian fucking May. Before long, you could feel your thighs trembling around Brian’s head.

His nighttime stubble rasped along the delicate flesh of your inner thighs, masculine and territorial, marking every piece of you as his as he drove that tongue and breathed through that delightful nose against your skin.

God, everything was tight. You were about to lose your mind; despite your anxieties, it felt so good that you didn’t even think about using your safeword. Another instance of Brian, of yourmaster, knowing what you wanted better than you did. What you needed.

Your chest heaved, stretching against the delicate lace of your bra as you drew ever closer to that sweet release. You were a treat to be ravaged, dressed up so pretty for Brian so he could corrupt you however he saw fit. You were going to come, soon... hard, against his mouth without even disturbing your lingerie.

Shallow, desperate breaths fell from your lips. Brian kept his pace up and encouraged your hips to move with his hands, pulling you in time with his tongue. He was expert. Godly. You couldn’t resist, and started rocking back and forth, mindless except to chase the pleasure he guided you to.

It built, and built, until you couldn’t possibly take any more, and then it kept going. You knew you were moaning, but you couldn’t stop yourself. There was just the growling of Bri and the perfect lapping of his tongue until...

“Unngh... Brian!”

You came, shuddering above him for all to see. Your orgasm flooded from your clit to your toes, and you couldn’t control your limbs. Brian held you down upon him and brought you through the ecstasy, forcing you to find every last pleasure while you convulsed. He hummed while you came apart, and rubbed his thumbs upon your thighs until you settled still.

You couldn’t do anything except breathe and roll off Brian to his side, opposite of Adam. Your legs felt like jelly, completely useless as you mumbled into the mattress.

A soft “Good girl” floated to your ears, and your heart swelled with affection. Brian gave so much. You would never tire of being his, and of giving everything back.

You were barely coherent until you felt gentle fingers at your wrists, finally untying the silk. Brian freed your arms and softly massaged your shoulders, before turning you over, taking off your lace trappings, and settling you in bed. You opened your eyes just enough to see Adam’s shining back at you.

“You were beautiful Y/N,” he said, and you felt a wonderful warmth in your chest.

“You too Adam,” you replied. And you meant it.

There was a low hum beside you, and you both turned to look at Brian coming to join you in the huge bed. “Yes darlings,” his soft voice caressed your ears, “You’re both gorgeous.”

“As are you Sir.”

You both turned back to each other, astonished that you’d said the exact same thing, at the exact same time. And then you both smiled, reveling in the connection you’d forged. You both loved Brian in your own way, and you loved each other as friends.

Sighing contentedly, Brian lay back on the pillows between the two of you. He’d never looked more pleased, bracketed by two young admirers. God, how you loved that filthy old man. He put his arms around the both of you and pulled you close, snuggling you against his chest.

Your body felt tired and heavy. It still swirled with pleasant tingles and sparks of joy. You breathed out, and in softly, and fell asleep to the smell of Brian, and the softness of his skin. Yes indeed, you’d made the right choice.

Chapter 84: Comfort and Care

Notes:

Really tiny Daddy kink warning... I'm not going to do another chapter. It's at the end of the first section. :)

Sorry for the long wait everybody!! Hopefully this bit of fluff ties you over for a while... my life has been super busy lately and I haven't had time for my hobbies or my friends (you know who you are). I feel a bit guilty, but there wasn't a choice. Had to get things done! This story is reaching it's final leg (a leg as long as Brian's but still) so the next chapters may take a little more time than usual, but I will never quit! I am so sincerely grateful to each and every one of you who read!! xox

Something stirred beside you and pulled you out of the lull of pleasant dreams. A faint memory tugged on the other end of consciousness, quickly slipping out of your brain, and you were just left with the feeling of comfort and a soft fluffy cloud of curls. It was a shame to see it go- the wonderful dream lost to reality.

However, the certain something moved again, and you realized those very curls were tickling your neck.

Your eyes slowly opened, but your body didn’t move. You took in the surroundings as much as you could with blurry vision and newly-awakened limbs. The comforting scent of Brian caressed your foggy head and let you inhale and sink further into the softness of his neck. He puttered softly as he slumbered, giving off the cutest little snores, and his arm was locked tight around your shoulders.

God you loved this- loved this feeling. Waking up with Bri was just about the best thing on earth. He was so peaceful when he slept, and the calm comfort his clutch gave to you was everything. A blessing you were lucky enough to experience. And every time you woke up, you remembered that.

Unable to stop yourself, you pressed a soft kiss to his skin where you rested. You knew he wouldn’t feel it, but such caring affection bubbled in your heart that it was more for you than him.

You brushed the tip of your nose against white curls of chest hair and breathed in deep- enjoying your favourite smell- when you noticed something stir on the other side of Bri. Once your eyes had slowly drifted open you were met with the smiling face of Adam, whose chin was propped up on Brian’s other shoulder.

‘Good morning Y/N,’ he mouthed silently, careful not to wake the slumbering giant between you. His blue eyes sparkled with the excitement that could only come from waking up as he did, and realising last night wasn’t a dream.

You replied an equal 'good morning’ and returned his smile- the butterflies in your chest restarting full force. Adam looked so sweet and content like he was: tucked up against Brian’s side. God he was an angel.

“How are you doing?” you whispered, with voice this time, and watched how Adam’s eyes worried and flicked to Brian’s. You gave your own eye roll and shook your head minutely, unaware that a dopey grin formed on your face just from looking at Bri. The man was a deep sleeper, and Adam would be fine.

“Good!” he answered, having got the message. He was quietly bursting with joy, looking exactly how you felt- giddy and excited to wake up next to the guitarist. “It was amazing last night wasn’t it?”

His blue eyes implored you to answer, and his playful expression spread to your face. “It really was… I thought I was going to die watching you two.”

If it was possible, that made Adam grin more. “That,” he said, implying the fucking he’d received last night, “Was even better than I’d imagined.”

You nodded knowingly, smirking to yourself as you thought of the impressive physicality Brian still possessed. Yours and Adam’s eyes both drifted down again to the man in question- still breathing peacefully between you as you gushed about him.

“He fucked the brat right outta you huh?” Your words sounded even dirtier in a quiet whisper, so unexpected that they caused a beautiful blush on Adam’s cheeks.

He cast his eyes down for a moment and you watched as a guilty smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Adam was perhaps a bit embarrassed with how much he’d acted out for Brian’s attention, but you weren’t kidding when you said you loved it.

He managed a glance back at you, and immediately blinked when he saw you still staring at him knowingly. “I guess so Y/N.” He stuck his tongue out at you, accepting that you knew how much he enjoyed letting Bri have his way. Besides, he knew the same about you. And his grin grew devilish as he remembered that fact. “You didn’t last long on his tongue.”

The return lob made pink colour your own cheeks, and you once again felt the hot embarrassment of how easily he could take you apart. You belonged fully to Bri; you’d made that decision by showing up last night, and you were going to be with him as long as he let you. It was shamefully, darkly arousing to have someone else- even Adam- know you were his baby girl.

You felt yourself tremble against his warm skin, tingling just from the proximity and the state of mind Adam had brought you to. “You wouldn’t blame me if you knew how good it was,” you said sheepishly.

“Oh I could tell it was good…” Adam paused and winked, “…From the way you writhed. All tied up pretty for him.”

Fuck, you thought. Those words were enough to get you going again. Adam was one cheeky minx.

You squeaked softly and buried your face back into Brian’s chest: silly and innocent and seeking shelter against the very man who played you so well. You started your gentle kisses again on his skin, as if the demonstration of your devotion would somehow excuse you under Adam’s stare. And to your surprise, the long arm around your shoulder tightened.

“That’s a lot of talk from a boy who couldn’t form a single word last night.”

Brian’s sleepy, gravelly voice cut through your conversation, and both your hearts immediately started thumping. Adam even made a little surprised gasp, which caused the older man to chuckle groggily and pull your two bodies closer to him.

“How much did you hear?” Adam’s voice was timid again, as if anything he could have said would be displeasing.

“Almost all of it,” Brian chortled again, “But you were saying such nice things that I couldn’t bear to stop you.”

At that, the younger man smiled. “Well. It. Was. All. True.” He staccato'd the words and walked his fingers up Brian’s bare chest with every syllable.

“Thank you darling.”

The atmosphere was even more affectionate than when you first woke up: Brian resting calmly in a good morning mood between the two of you. Everyone was relaxed and enjoying the cuddle, so gentle and necessary after last night. You were all content to lie there and feel the slight movements of each other breathing. Brian’s fingers ghosted along your skin whenever he felt the need, leaving pleasant shivers in their wake.

You sighed into his touch, a breathy, joyful sound, and Brian rolled over a bit to face you. The crinkles at the edges of his eyes tugged at your heartstrings, for his smiling, sparkling gaze showed more than words ever could. Brian seemed thankful, happy, that you’d chosen to stay- to carry on and know that whatever there was between you was worth the risk. Unbelievably, he looked just as pleased to wake up next to you as you next to him.

You felt a soft puff of air on your face as he whispered close. “And how are you baby girl?”

The deep rumble of his voice warmed your insides, made a mess of you, and called attention to the contact points between your bodies. His big hand cupped your upper arm, his hairy shins met the prodding reach of your cold toes, and your middle was pressed snugly against the bump of his stomach. He was beautiful, and he made you feel perfect, so your answer came easy. “Wonderful... thanks Daddy.”

And at that Brian smirked and pulled you in for a kiss.

…

Eventually, after lengthy cuddling and a plethora of tender kisses, you got out of bed. You were shy at first, to be naked in the sunlight, stripped of the lingerie from last night, but once you saw the dark glint in Brian’s eyes you were fine. The heat he left burning in your gut was well worth the icy chill of goosebumps.

Adam got up as well, leaving Bri alone in the huge bed with his wild hair and spread arms looking for all the world like the rock star he was. He was utterly fucked out and loved up, and you wouldn’t have him any other way. You’d stay in bed sucking his cock all hours of the day if that’s what he wanted.

The younger singer showed his own signs of the love-making as he winced standing up, and turned enough that you could see the marks left on his arse. Raw red was still hanging on, slowly turning to mottled purple, all in the shape of Brian hand. Fingertips on his hips and imprints on his ass all reminders of the lesson he’d been taught. For all that Adam tried to cover it up, you could tell he was rather sore.

Brian knew it too, for as he stretched and gave the guitarist a good view of his handiwork, a flash of embarrassment crossed his face. His plump lower lip disappeared for a moment below his teeth in an almost sheepish expression. Ah yes, the usual deal. Morning Bri comes to terms with what last night’s Bri got up to.

It was telling though, that a part of him still clearly enjoyed it, because those deep eyes never left the red marks from his hands. It was all part of the same intriguing person... this was just what happened when a powerful man was at once possessive, controlling, tender and affectionate. Sometimes you loved to watch the internal battle that raged in his brilliant mind.

"Do you have any cream?” Brian suddenly called out to the singer, who turned once more to look at him.

“Yeah I brought some over... bedside drawer again.”

Your mind flashed back to when Brian got the lube out of the same drawer, but this time instead of impatient rummaging his hand delicately picked out the correct bottle.

“Come here love- I've gotta take care of that lovely arse before you do anything else.”

Adam seemed unsure, hesitating a bit on unsteady legs. “Are you sure?” He trailed off, “You don’t have to...”

“Yes I do.” Brian filled the silence and repeated himself. “Come here.”

The tone was enough of an order that Adam complied, and the knowing smile they shared harkened back to the dynamics of last night. Brian may get rough, but he always knew how to make it feel better afterwards. You knew that first-hand... No pun intended.

You left them to have some privacy as you relieved yourself in the washroom. When you returned Adam was flat on his stomach, moaning between two pillows as Brian gently worked the soothing cream into his flesh. The older man had put on a hotel robe and was currently straddling Adam’s legs, his bare chest still on display above the tie.

Brian’s eyes glanced in your direction as you entered the room. He smiled tenderly and gave a quick once-over of your naked form. A shiver ran down your back; you loved when he appreciated your body. There was no telling where he’d put your lingerie after stripping you of it before bed, and if you guessed right he wouldn’t tell you very easily. Brian seemed to like keeping you without clothes on, and who were you to deny him? Not when those lovely hazel eyes made you feel so beautiful.

“There you are baby,” he called to you from the bed. “Could you pass me my phone please? I want to call down for breakfast.”

Brian nodded towards the far table where his iPhone rested and you passed it to him.

“Thanks Y/N.”

He wiped a bit of excess cream off one hand on the back of Adam’s thigh and opened his phone to call. Then he ordered a tray of fruits and bread, as usual, while still massaging his young singer’s ass with his other hand. The man was a delight.

...

It was early afternoon by the time everyone met in the dressing room.

Adam winced as he sat down, arse clearly still on fire from the spanking and the guitarist’s thick cock. Roger’s eyes widened at the sight, and his brows furrowed as the singer quickly flicked his gaze over to Brian, who was just entering the room.

Blue eyes fixed on the eldest as he walked in, and whiskered lips dropped open when he quickly put two and two together.

“Oh god,” the drummer called, “Brian what the fuck have you done?”

The taller man simply took a seat beside his friend and crossed one long leg over the other as he read his phone.

“...Nothing he didn’t beg me for.”

The fucking smirk on Brian’s face as he answered the question- so casually typing with his thumbs- made your knees weak. It was such a change from his earlier embarrassment, and you were once again reminded of the two sides of this complex man. Brian wasn’t always proud of his more dominant actions, but deep down, once he knew they were appreciated, he loved to leave his marks… Possessive thing he was. It showed how comfortable he was around Roger that he spoke this way, and how much experience the drummer had with this side of Bri.

Roger looked at his friend and shook his head like he couldn’t believe it, while his fond expression told that he very much could. After a moment, he laughed, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see.”

“Y/N can fill you in.”

The words were once again spoken distractedly as he scrolled through Instagram, but the curious attention of Roger curled your toes.

“...Interesting.”

The drummer appraised you a little longer, and then nodded once, as if to show his private approval. Either of you, or of what Brian was doing after hours. You felt your cheeks heat as his blue eyes stared at you, and you prayed silently that he didn’t ask. You didn’t think you could handle describing such depravity without embarrassing yourself. But Roger opened his mouth, and your heart pounded.

“So honey... How long did the boy last?”

Your eyes met Adam’s and you both stood frozen as Roger laughed and Brian smirked at his phone screen.

…

That night in Mansfield Adam still sang his heart out and delighted the crowd, but he didn’t move as fluidly as you were used to. Brian watched the whole while with a certain smugness you found endlessly entertaining, and your heart filled. You loved him, and it made you happy to see him enjoy himself.

Chapter 85: New Faces

Notes:

Hello everyone!! Are you still there?? ;p
I'm so sorry this took so long... I've been super busy with school applications and work. Now that the applications are done I hope the waits will shorten for both your and my sake! Please enjoy this chapter. It should give you a sense of what's coming up.

xx DMB

You’d been to so many places on tour with Queen that you’d never been before, but this was the best yet. New York. The city that never sleeps. And Brian certainly didn’t let you either.

He took you walking through Central Park, window shopping on the streets, brunching at the capital’s best restaurants, and driving through rows of cabs in his big black car. Here in the bustling city, cleverly disguised in a ponytail and hat, he could get lost in the crowd. You knew to be careful now, and the adventurous appeal of your shared secret just added to the fun. It was you and Brian against the world.

There were so many people, with so much to do, that you were pretty well left alone. It had been a wonderful, perfect morning: full of flirting, teasing touches and companionship that made your heart clench. You couldn’t get enough of him. You needed him all the time. And every time you saw his eyes sparkle when he smiled in your direction, you knew he felt the same.

Initially you’d wanted to hide away all day, so soon, you felt, after the tabloid article. You couldn’t bear to hurt Brian again, and your very presence held the possibility to do just that. Yet, you’d gone with him. The look on his face had been so suddenly sad, nervous and insecure as you tried to deny him that you couldn’t bear to follow-through. You still remembered his exact words, leaning over you clutching your shoulders like you’d disappear if he didn’t keep you tight. “I thought you’d decided that you wanted to... be... with me... whatever that meant. ”

How he could seem so small while towering over you was a mystery. His soft voice and furrowed brow had absolutely broken your heart- left you desperate to take all the soft affection in your chest and give it to him. If Brian thought his smug smirks and throaty growls had power over you, there was no way to explain the effect of those sad eyes. They took your resolve and snapped it in two, making your throat tighten and sting at the thought that you could ever, ever, make him feel unwanted.

God, why didn’t he see that you needed him- every single bit of him. That lingering insecurity made him question himself far too often, rearing its head in his possessive tendencies and tight rein. You didn’t mind. In fact you enjoyed it immensely... but it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t need to take you out, to spoil you like this and show you a rockstar’s day around town to convince you that you’d made the right choice. You’d accepted your relationship wasn’t normal, and you didn’t need him to pretend that it was. Not anymore. You’d take what he could give and nothing more, because anything you could do for him was worth it.

The outing worked wonders for Bri's mood though, and with his experience, you trusted that the risk was worth the reward. As long as he behaved himself this time ‘round- and he did, really. Apart from a few cheeky squeezes and the dark glint behind his eyes, Brian was a perfect gentleman. It was necessary; it was proper... and yet, a tiny, dirty, devilish part of you was disappointed.

You returned to the concert venue in time for rehearsal and watched another brilliant concert from the wings, growing ever more desperate and needy for the glittering Adonis on stage. It was Madison Square Garden- and Brian was acting like it. The way he played and ran around with Red, hamming it up and basking in the response like always... it was impossible not to be impressed. And uncontrollably aroused.

Your panties were soaking beneath your tight blue dress (one of today’s purchases). You couldn’t stop from rubbing your thighs together throughout the show, imagining all the things Brian would do to you after, and all the things he would let you do for HIM. You loved how hot and sweaty he could be after a concert- especially rough and demanding with all that adrenaline running through his system. God you wanted it. Needed it.

But as Brian walked into his room after the concert and gave you nothing but a quick peck on the lips, you worried you’d have to wait. His big hand wrapped immediately around your back and settled just above your bum, but he didn’t stick his tongue between your lips and back you against a wall as soon as you were alone together. No. Tonight there was even more to do in an incredibly busy day.

“We’re going out tonight Y/N,” he said, in that knowing, gentle voice that exuded calmness just because he knew you were hanging off his every word. “You’re coming,” he ordered, “It's New York.”

You didn’t know if it was the success at anonymity this morning, or the hot throbbing between your legs, but you agreed immediately.

A smirk pulled at pointed teeth, and Brian leaned close to rumble in your ear. “Now I’m even more glad we bought this dress...”

A sharp pinch flared on your backside, and you squeaked as Brian chuckled. “Lovely girl.”

He stood back up to full height and placed a hand on the side of your neck, running his thumb up and down over the marks that still claimed the delicate flesh there. You trembled deep inside at the hunger and promise in his eyes as his smooth voice rolled the most delicious words of his tongue.

“All mine.”

...

Roger, Adam, Brian, you and the rest of the gang made your way to the club in a variety of cars. To keep up with the good public behaviour, and unfortunately preventing you from jumping Brian in the car, you rode with Adam. It was a nice chance to talk and giggle about what each other had done on the night with Brian. Really, you gushed about the tall guitarist in general. Adam was so open and non-judgemental because he understood himself how Brian made one feel- like you were everything and nothing all at once. There was no one else you could talk to about these things; nowhere else to expresses the explosive satisfaction you felt at Brian’s side. Or, once your conversation turned even more cheeky, underneath him.

You’d both worked yourselves up into such a state that you burst into a small fit of uncontrollable giggles and red faces as soon as you saw Brian’s wild curls through the doorway. He’d arrived before you and was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a tiny smile and knowing look in his eyes. He stared back and forth between the two of you like he knew what you’d been talking about, and God that made your cheeks flush even more.

You and Adam pushed each other closer until you were close enough for Bri to greet you properly. “Hello Adam... Y’N,” he nodded at each of you and raked his dark eyes up and down your body in the tight dress. You didn’t miss the dart of tongue that licked his lips as he took you in, dressed up so nice for him once more, but Brian again behaved himself a little too well.

“Hi Bri,” you both answered in unison. You turned towards each other with catching smiles as you synchronized in his presence again, and burst into another set of giggles.

“Oh dear,” Brian gestured for you to follow him up the stairs. “You lot are going to be trouble tonight. But you can’t be too much of a bad influence on Y/N Adam... she’s promised to be a good girl.”

Your mouth immediately dried and your eyes widened. You hadn’t promised anything, but now that he’d said it in such a tone knew the outcome would be the same. With a voice like that, staring up at his broad back as he led you upstairs, you’d do anything he wanted.

"There’s a new face for you to meet tonight darling,” Brian continued, more seriously, “Who I wish I'd been told about...” He sighed, “But don’t worry, everything’s fine.”

Your stomach was a mess of nerves and excitement as the stairway opened into a large room. The top floor of the club looked more like a restaurant. There were tables everywhere with customers spread amongst them, and on the far side there were two pushed together to accommodate the QAL gang.

It seemed you and Adam were the last to arrive, for everyone else was seated already. Spike, Neil, Tyler, Jim and various others, including Sarina, sitting beside Roger. You were shocked to see her, and though she smiled as Bri brought you the table, an uneasiness joined the rolling in your gut. You didn’t know how much she knew, how much Rog told her, or if her and Anita spoke much... and that in itself was frightening.

Fuck. You’d had her husband’s tongue in your cunt. You knew how his come tasted.

Brian’s last words took on a whole other meaning at the moment, and you willed your hands not to shake as you tried desperately to make them look normal at your sides.

There was only one chair open at the far end of the table next to Roger and Sarina, and a bit of booth closer to where you stood by Neil and Spike. Before you could panic about which seat to take, Brian remedied the situation.

“Adam, why don’t you go take that seat. Y/N and I will fit here, and old bones need a cushion.”

He smiled and made light, but his eyes told Adam there really wasn’t room for argument. You loved him, and it filled your heart to see him sense you were nervous and try to protect you so, but you couldn’t help but fear Brian’s calculations were misjudged. Yes, he made you feel safe, but now you’d be sitting oh-so-close together in a small section of booth. The thought would normally thrill you but the surprise of Sarina was a bit much.

There wasn’t a ton of room on the bench even after Spike had slid over. Brian pushed in as far as he could with his long legs, but as you joined him you were pressed up against the wall and his warm thigh. His lengthy limbs weren’t made to be in tight spaces. As soon as you were settled Brian spread his knee further against you; it was that or knock into the bottom of the table.

He gave you a subtle apologetic look, though you weren’t sure if it was for the situation or his size, and discretely squeezed your knee to try and convey that you were okay. It was still cramped enough that Brian put his arm behind you along the backrest. Thankfully he did it to Spike too, and the placement moved those broad shoulders out of the way.

Finally, when he stopped moving and let himself relax, Brian sighed low and smiled. “That wasn’t too hard.”

A set of chuckles sounded around the table and you panned the various faces. Directly across from you Tyler was laughing at Brian’s joke, as was Neil beside him. They smiled because they knew enough, but they weren’t going to pry. Spike did the same past Bri to your left, but there was a bit more in his eyes. A bit more assumption... more inevitability. A bit more experience with Brian.

Miami just seemed like he was rather done with looking after a 72-year-old man. He laughed like he didn’t care anymore. Boys will be boys, even when they’re old enough to know better.

The others who you didn’t know so well chortled innocently, merely amused by the tiny spot Brian had managed to stick himself in.

But at the end of the table Adam and Rog laughed openly, fully aware of the mess Brian had got you both in when he’d decided to bring you here. There was even a smidge of guilt in the drummer’s expression if you looked hard enough, but he liked to see his old friend squirm too much not to enjoy the moment. Sarina on the other hand, didn’t laugh, but smiled a little too sweetly and glanced between you and Brian with much too beautiful, much too curious brown eyes.

It was a lot for your brain to process in the short moment, so you just sat in silence until Brian once again took the lead.

“Sarina, it’s great to see you again dear... I didn’t know you were coming to join us this time ‘round.”

She nodded and took Roger’s hand on the table. “You too Bri. I thought I’d surprise this old man, seeing as he had the gall to turn seventy an ocean away from me.”

Brian smiled as she continued, and you tried to calm your breath with the warm strength of his thigh against yours.

“I snuck in to see the show earlier... I can’t believe it took me over half the tour to give in, fly here, and catch up with you guys again.” Sarina smiled at everyone around the table until her eyes lingered on you.

“Yes well...” Brian cleared his throat. “It’s good to have you back. You've probably noticed we’ve got a new face on the team this time.” He patted your shoulder with his hand. “This is Y/N. She’s the new physio for our aging talent.” He poked fun at himself again, and was careful to remember to take his hand back off your skin.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m sure you’ve been very helpful, and hope that these babies haven’t complained too much already.”

Your mind immediately flashed back to the memory of Roger and Brian moaning through hangovers in their open hotel robes, and you had to swallow before answering. “Not at all- everyone's been wonderful. And it’s nice to meet you too Sarina.”

Luckily just then a server stepped up to the table and asked for a round of drink orders, saving you from further conversation. Your heart was pounding fast enough that you were sure Brian could feel it pressed up against you. He snuck another brush of his fingers against your bare shoulder and moved his leg against yours. You were touched that he cared so much, making sure you knew he was there for you. Having him near, being able to smell his comforting scent and get lost in his breathing against you... it was definitely helping your nerves. But the light touches of his skin on yours were causing another problem between your legs. One you were all too familiar with from Brian.

And now it was especially forbidden, dangerous and dirty.

Everyone placed their orders to start a late night of fun, and when it came to your end Brian had settled you down enough to be disappointed that he couldn’t order for you.

Chapter 86: Unstoppable

Notes:

Here you guys go! Daddy kink warning- not a big one but I'll put an alternate version out later. Also warning for dubious consent.

Drinks, bar food and conversation passed pleasantly. You took the role of observer- sitting in the corner next to Brian. His big body felt like a shield between you and the rest of the company, and really, when he had a few glasses of wine in him and he leaned forward to add some fascinating tidbit to the conversation, that’s what he was. Not that you minded. It made you feel protected. And his strong thighs in tight pants pressing against your legs were getting better and better as you drained your own glasses.

Besides the odd question, and the introduction at the beginning, you didn’t do much other than giggle at Brian’s jokes and try desperately not to lean against him too much. The stories were fascinating, and every time someone did ask you a question or, god forbid, praise your occupational skills, you beamed. It was certainly something to be appreciated and welcomed by people so important in your mind.

“Oh, she’s a miracle worker!” Brian’s smooth voice cut through the conversation. “We hit the jackpot on this one... I don’t think I’ve felt this good on tour in years!”

The double meaning was clear in your mind, but the way he said it was so genuine that you were sure he didn’t do it on purpose. He couldn’t seem to stop from bragging about you to everyone, and you would’ve tried a little harder to stop him had it not made you feel so good... and a little embarrassed, but being with Bri had helped you learn you rather liked that. Being called intelligent and capable by Dr. Brian May was enough to make anyone preen, and that was BEFORE 3 glasses of wine. At least he kept it moderately professional, because that long glance of Sarina’s across the table continued throughout the night.

Her hard eyes sent shivers along your skin and tremors through your stomach. Her very presence made you feel dirty and inadequate: a deep chill creeping up your back until Brian’s shining hazel gaze stopped it in its tracks. A tender glance and tiny smile were all it took to remind you why you were here, and that you were wanted. He’d even sneak a squeeze or two on your bare legs, which you weren’t sure helped very much.

Nevertheless you had a pleasant buzz in your head when your phone rang- vibrating where it was tucked against your thigh. After the initial scare and increased heart rate you looked at the caller ID. It was Jenna! The familiar sense of guilt washed over you again, as came so often when you thought of your best friend recently. You hadn’t spoken enough, and here she was reaching out. Your slightly drunken mind made its decision rather quickly.

You excused yourself from the table quietly and stood up out of the booth, rubbing against Brian in the process. He looked at you and quirked his head, holding another almost empty wine glass inches from his lips. You caught his glazed, curious eyes for a moment before you smiled at him. Any worry he might have had melted away instantly as he returned the grin, and long limbs sank down into the space you’d vacated. Even with a crowd of people and the threat of exposure, it was impossible not to notice the twinge in your heart. He was so sweet.

You answered your phone on your way to the empty hallway by the washrooms. “Hi Jenna, how’s it going?”

“Y/N!” Your friend seemed both shocked and ecstatic to actually get you in person for once. “Finally have some free time to speak to little old me?”

“Yes... kinda, I’m so sorry I haven’t kept in touch better. There’s just a lot going on-”

Jenna cut off your apology. “A lot of stuff you need to be talking about girl. You’re neck deep in the most insane relationship I’ve ever seen, and you gotta let me give you an outside perspective when you need it.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, leaning against the wall. “I know; you’re right. But most of the time he really makes it so easy... Takes care of everything so I have nothing to worry about.”

“But who’s helping you navigate everything with him?”

Jenna’s words made your head spin, and you pursed your lips as she assumed the same damn thing everyone would. You were fine here. You had support- immediately Adam popped into your head- but before you could explain Jenna filled your flustered silence.

“Like, what’s even going on with you two? Is this gonna be a permanent thing? ...Or are you just in it for the short-term?”

“I don’t think we know yet-“

“He doesn’t know? Or just… you.”

You loved Jenna, but right now your free hand was going white from clenching so hard. You knew it was probably your fault for not keeping her updated, but you were sick and tired of having to worry about Brian’s reputation.

“It’s not like that at ALL Jenna!” You heard the anger in your own voice and took a deep breath to calm yourself. “It’s complicated, and...” adequate words failed to come, so you sighed and gathered your thoughts. “Look- what we have, it... it works.”

There was a pause on the other end as Jenna came to terms with your honesty and the clear emotion in your voice. “I get it,” she finally said, almost sadly. “But come on Y/N... he’s a rock star. He’s like 50 years older than you-”

“That doesn’t matter-”

“He’s seventy.” Jenna would not be interrupted. “How on earth could this be sustainable?”

Your mind whirled again, swimming with questions and worries that you didn’t have the answer to either. You slumped lower against the wall and shut your eyes, trying to explain why all that didn’t matter was too hard with a fuzzy head and club music playing in the background.

“I don’t know… but it’s worth it whatever the case. You’ve gotta trust me. He’s perfect. He’s infinitely caring and sweet, always making sure that I’m comfortable.” Your chest fluttered thinking about the man in question, and the words started to flow. “He makes me feel important, and safe. You don’t need to worry about anything like that. The age difference hasn’t affected anything either...” You blushed, thinking about what you were gonna say next. “The sex is great. And fuck, I don’t care what you say but he’s so fucking hot- every time I see him I get weak in the knees.“

Just talking about Brian made you flushed. Your chest heaved up and down in your tight dress as you caught your breath and waited for Jenna to answer. But suddenly a low chuckle reached your ears and you snapped to attention, unable to process your friend's reply.

“Are you talking about me?” Brian’s smooth voice interrupted your thoughts as he crept around the corner. Your eyes widened and your heart pounded, and he took two long strides towards you until it was just him, and you, and the phoneline to Jenna in the back halls of the club. What was he doing here?!?

God he looked hot and sexy with that open shirt, invading your space and looming over you against the wall. His chest hair curled out of the material and shined silver in the light. The muscles in his neck tightened as he swallowed. It was all you could do to control your breathing and not pant like a needy mess when your best friend could hear. The glint in his eyes was dark and dangerous, and so very tempting that your panties were immediately ruined.

He was big, and close, and just drunk enough to put you on edge wondering what he was going to do. The man certainly had a naughty side, and as you saw him glance to the phone in your hand and smirk, you knew you were in trouble.

“…Are you even listening to me?” Your friend’s frustrated voice sounded in your ear, and you swallowed beneath Bri’s gaze, shaking yourself back to reality.

“Sorry Jenna, I…”

The words died in your throat as Brian grinned wide and feral at the sound of her name, for he knew that she knew, and that gave him a pass for whatever he wanted to do.

He leaned down and nuzzled your neck with his nose, taking a breath so long and deep that you hoped it couldn’t be heard on the phone. He caged you with his arms, but you wouldn’t move if you had the option anyways. You were stunned and frozen. You were still in the back hall! Anyone could walk by at any moment.

“I know you’re madly in love but surely you can pay attention for a few minutes!” Jenna’s voice spoke in your ear again, and you tried to save yourself.

“Of course I can,” you said into the phone and tried to regain control as best you could with white curls in your face. “I was just surprised—mmnnph!” You covered the phone just in time.

You couldn’t suppress a moan as Brian licked a hot strip up your neck. He chuckled lightly and nipped at your skin, and you could feel the smug smile on his lips. “Be a good girl Y/N,” he whispered almost too quiet to hear, “Come on.”

Fuck , you couldn’t believe he wanted to do this. But God did you want to be good for Bri.

“I mean,” you cleared your throat, “I mean it’s not actually the best place for me to discuss this.” You tried your best to stay still for him, but Brian sucked another mark on your jugular and you had to gasp and pull the phone away. “...Or the best time.”

“It seems like it’s never a good time Y/N...” Jenna continued in your ear, slightly off-put by how you were suddenly acting, but all you could focus on were Brian’s lips and the hot steam of his breath. Your chest heaved nervously under his touch and your legs softened as he had his wicked way with you. “...I don’t want to intrude but I just care about you so much, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You had to turn your head away from where Brian’s nose was pressing into your cheek. “I won’t- don’t worry.”

He chuckled at your evasion and you pulled the phone away again, flashing him a warning look that his deep laugh could be picked up by the mic. Brian answered with the cheekiest grin you’d ever seen, and resumed his actions with increased ferocity.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line as Jenna waited for you to elaborate, but you didn’t dare speak with Brian’s lips so close to yours.

“...Is something going on there?”

“Oh... no,” you managed, knowing full well that your breathing was much too heavy as large wandering hands found their way up your tight skirt. “But like I said now’s not the best time to-”

Your voice hitched as Brian slipped one long finger into your panties, and this time you couldn’t cover it. You were caught, and panic set into your veins just as quickly as your thong soaked. Fuck, you were aroused beyond belief at the sheer depravity of it. Brian had won again, and you both knew it. This time he laughed openly, devouring your lips with his, and there was no way Jenna didn’t hear it.

Still you tried desperately to save yourself. “I’m sorry- I-”

“What the FUCK?”

You could hear the rising shock and disbelief in her voice through the speaker. Your face contorted into a cringe even as your pussy coated Brian’s hand. Shit! Fuck! You couldn’t believe he’d done this to you. It was dirty; it was humiliating. And the fact that your body still responded so eagerly to his touch was fucking shameful.

“Is that fucking Brian?” Jenna practically screamed into her phone, and the man in question could hear her astonishment through the air. “Are you-- Right now? Are you fucking serious?!?”

Her tone was full of outrage, surprise, and thankfully a bit of begrudging awe. You didn’t think you could handle it if Jenna was truly ever angry at you.

“It’s not what you think!” You tried to explain, to prove that you really did appreciate her call, and that you knew what she was saying was important. But Brian’s fingers felt so good. And you could tell he was quickly losing patience. “I didn’t mean to-” He curled his hand and rubbed hard on your clit, pulling a deep moan from your lips.

That was it for Bri. He growled into your ear and quickly took his hand out of your skirt, just when you needed more. Before you knew what was happening he’d snatched your phone out of your hand with his wet fingers, and he stared at you with the darkest eyes you’d ever seen while he got what he wanted.

“Sorry darling, Y/N’s gonna have to call you back later.”

He hung up, leaving a smear of your juices on your phone, and tossed the device in his pocket before you could close your mouth. A defeated sound of outrage and need bubbled in your throat, but that too was quickly silenced by his large hand over your mouth.

“Into the loo,” he ordered, “Now.”

You could taste yourself on his fingers as he herded you into the men’s washroom and locked the door. You couldn’t fight his strength, or his authority, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever been more shocked by him. Damn it, you were angry. You’d sat and behaved all day at his side, and the one time you actually needed to do something he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

It was HIS fault you’d been out all day and couldn’t see to his needs before the show. It was HIS fault you’d been invited to a dinner where Sarina fucking Potgieter could stare daggers at you all night. And it was HIS fault that your best friend thought you were a brain-dead slut who would trivialize your friendship for a kinky fuck.

You knew that Brian could be impulsive. You knew he needed a lot of support, and a lot of sex. He needed to feel wanted and in control, to keep the darkness at bay. But he’d got himself into this mess, and if he was horny and drunk, well, so were you. But you didn’t sneak up and grab his cock where anyone could see.

You were so shocked that you were silent the whole time he corralled you against the wall, pulled his swollen length out of his trousers and hiked your tight dress up past your hips. His rough, impatient hands gripped at your sides and lifted you so that your back was pinned against the cool brickwork. It wasn’t until you had your legs around his waist, and he was slipping your wet undies out of the way that you found your voice.

“You can’t just do that Brian! You-”

He thrust his cock deep into your cunt, and your lecture turned into a throaty moan.

“It looks like I can." He immediately set a fast pace, bouncing your hips on his pelvis as he thrust into you. “I can do whatever I want baby girl, and you’ll let me.”

You’d never been so frustrated, and so achingly aroused, in your life. You wanted to slap those smug words right out of his mouth and wipe that smirk of his face.

But another part of you wanted his thick cock deeper: wanted him to make you take it. To use you and fill you with his come wherever and whenever he wanted. A sick, twisted piece inside your gut wanted him to act indecent and selfish, driven mad with the lust that you caused in him. Nobody else could do this to Brian. Only you, and the little sounds you made as his cock hit against your cervix.

A frustrated groan escaped your throat. How did he make you so weak?

You certainly felt it now, with your back scraping against the wall as Brian pressed you harder and harder. You were overcome by his strength: in sheer awe of how he held you up and thrust into your womb.

You threw your head back as your walls fluttered around him at that thought, and in doing so your neck was exposed once again to Brian’s mouth. He licked and sucked much like he did earlier. Every graze of his teeth against your skin sent tingles along your nerves, right through your chest and between your legs.

He was so fucking infuriating and you were trying your best to stay mad at him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fight back, or to use your safewords. The vice-like grip he had on your bottom made you feel like you belonged, and the way his fingers squeezed your flesh tight enough to make marks showed you were wanted.

So much sensation at once made your body pulse in all the right places. Brian’s shaft stretched you wide and pulled you apart into thousands of shimmering pieces of pleasure. It wasn’t long until you’d accepted your fate. You tightened your legs around his back and moved to take him even deeper- pliant in his hold. Taking everything he wanted to give you.

“Please Daddy,” you whispered, breathless and defeated. Your core tightened with every thrust, molding itself tight around Brian’s cock and dripping down onto his balls.

Brian’s growled response shook through your torso. He finally pulled off your neck and admired his work by licking a strip up the mark he’d left there.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day baby...” he grunted through his thrusts, quiet enough not to be heard through the door. The low volume gave his voice an extra gravelly layer that went straight to your tight pussy. “...But I thought I’d wait and give you a reward for being so good this morning.”

“I- Ah! I always want to be good for you Sir.” Your reply trembled into the air as your thighs trembled against his hips.

Brian kissed the side of your chin. “I know darling.”

You were both close already. This wasn’t going to last long, and pressed up against the bathroom wall while the others pondered your absence back at the table, that was probably a good thing. It was a desperate, passionate fuck in spite of the things that could tear you apart. It was dangerous, it was a very bad idea, and you loved every second of it.

As Brian’s thrusts drove you further and further into ecstasy, and as his thumb found your clit, you moaned at the inevitability of it all. Nothing could keep you apart. Not the press, not the public, not the beautiful hard-eyed woman across the table. Not even Brian’s wife, who loomed over you an ocean away. Here, in a dingy bathroom in some Manhattan bar where he’d dropped hundreds of dollars on expensive wine, your relationship had never felt stronger.

Or more dirty and forbidden. Perhaps that added to it all, as much as you tried not to admit it.

Brian’s thrusts grew erratic, and you could tell he was starting to lose grip on you as he chased his pleasure. The pressure on your clit increased to match. Your mind went white with the sensation: just Brian’s cock rubbing deep inside you, and his thumb sending hot pulses from your bud.

Your head flung back again and hit the wall, but you couldn’t feel it. You could only feel him. Building higher and higher, giving you more and more until nothing was ever enough. Sounds of sex and your two sets of moans, high and low, filled the small room. You were caught up in each other, and in the act you were performing together.

“That’s it baby...” Brian’s whisper sounded through his clenched teeth, “...Come on Daddy’s cock.”

He flicked his fingers one more time and bounced your hips upon his, and God you did. Your inner muscles squeezed and sucked him deep into your cunt, clenching and throbbing and trying to hold him inside for as long as you could. You felt your orgasm flow through your body and coat Brian’s cock with release.

Nothing but a soft sigh left your lips as your muscles turned to jelly. Brian’s hand left your swollen clit and went back to your ass as he crested his own peak with deep, unstoppable thrusts deep into your channel, trying to feel every flutter he’d caused.

So unstoppable that when there was a sharp knock on the door, you weren’t sure Bri heard it.

His grip tightened as your heart almost exploded with panic, and your cunt still clenched around him. You were shaking with nerves and pleasure all at once, looking at Brian's pursed lips. And then he came too, with shaking arms and a silent roar, filling you to the brim with his seed even as the knuckles rapped again. You stared with wide eyes at his face until his lids too opened, ensnaring you with his own dark irises. There was panic within him too, but also unmistakably something else.

Thrill.

Brian let the last tremors of his orgasm pass before slumping against you into the wall. He let your legs fall to the floor, and watched as his cock and come slipped out from between your legs.

He stared down at you and held you close, keeping you safe, as he found his voice.

“Just a moment!”

Your lungs felt like they were in your throat, but there was something unbearably attractive about the way Brian addressed the other man while looking into your eyes. You saw worry, yes, and cogs turning, but you didn’t see a sliver of regret.

”Who’s locked the door?” The mystery voice sounded again. “I need to piss!”

“I’m just finishing up- One second.” Brian quickly tucked himself back into his pants and ushered you into the washroom’s lone stall. You were scared and nervous, but his expression calmed you enough to think clearly. You sat on the toilet seat and took your legs up off the floor so they wouldn’t be seen under the walls. With a quick smile and a calming peck on your lips he left you there and closed the door. Your heart pounded as you heard his footsteps move to the entrance.

Then the door clicked open.

“Finally! Jesus Christ buddy, ya can’t just lock everyone out of the fuckin’ bathroom...” The stranger’s voice was rough, and slurred enough to be rather drunk. It was a stroke of luck, and you held your breath as you heard him step into the room.

“Wait- you’re Brian May!”

God, of all the times to be recognized! The sounds of the man’s movements stopped as he saw a rock star in the privy.

“Yes...” Brian said slowly, figuring out what to say. “Sorry for the trouble. Sometimes I do that for a touch of privacy, you know?”

“Oh man, I fucking guess so!” The initial outburst of drunken disbelief was followed by clear of his throat, and an equally inebriated cover. “My apologies sir. I completely understand.”

“It’s alright.”

Sometimes fame had its advantage. Brian forgave the man for... needing to use the washroom while he was busy fucking you in it. It was absolutely ludicrous, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

The sound of the sink turning on echoed off the walls as Brian presumably went to wash his hands. You could just make out the shadow of the other man cross the room through the slit in the stall door. He did his business at the urinal and washed his hands too.

You were praying that he’d leave, when he stopped walking again. There was a pregnant silence as he stood, and your heart dropped.

“Umm... sorry if this is awkward, but would you mind if I get a quick selfie?”

Another beat, as you and Brian couldn’t quite believe what you’d just heard, but then a familiar tenor filled the silence.

“Oh... okay,” he barely knew how to answer, “I guess so.”

“Thanks dude- you're the fucking best.”

A bit more shuffling, a quiet iPhone shutter click, "Thanks again," and then the door opened once more before you and Brian were left alone in peace. You couldn't hear anything but the thumping of your heart.

You stayed frozen on your toilet seat until he opened the stall door and greeted you with a broad grin and stunning curls.

“Well that was fucking insane... Wanna do it again?”

Brian’s lopsided smile was contagious, and soon you were both trying to hold back giggles. He took your hand and helped you off the toilet as you replied. “No I don’t, actually.”

He helped your right your dress and then grabbed your chin, pulling you up to meet his lips. His mouth smothered yours and poured affection into each movement, caressing and tasting every last curve of your lips. You parted feeling breathless and light-headed, teetering on wobbly legs.

Brian just grinned again. “You sure?”

You did laugh then, and swatted his chest to prove your point.

“God I love you,” you said, unthinkingly. You have him another quick peck on the lips, unable to resist his bashful look, “But how am I gonna get through that stubborn skull of yours? I thought we’d decided to be careful! And how am I ever going to explain myself to Jenna?”

Brian’s eyes stared back at you for a moment and clouded over, turning dark and excited in a second. You were about to roll your eyes fondly, smiling at the proof that he really was exceptionally horny when he’d had a few, but you were interrupted by a suggestion that made you drop your jaw.

“Maybe you need to teach me a lesson...”

What a fucking naughty boy.

Chapter 87: Unstoppable (Alternate)

Notes:

Here's the non-daddy kink version. Sorry to disappoint that it's not a new chapter! I must remember to post them right at the same time.

Drinks, bar food and conversation passed pleasantly. You took the role of observer- sitting in the corner next to Brian. His big body felt like a shield between you and the rest of the company, and really, when he had a few glasses of wine in him and he leaned forward to add some fascinating tidbit to the conversation, that’s what he was. Not that you minded. It made you feel protected. And his strong thighs in tight pants pressing against your legs were getting better and better as you drained your own glasses.

Besides the odd question, and the introduction at the beginning, you didn’t do much other than giggle at Brian’s jokes and try desperately not to lean against him too much. The stories were fascinating, and every time someone did ask you a question or, god forbid, praise your occupational skills, you beamed. It was certainly something to be appreciated and welcomed by people so important in your mind.

“Oh, she’s a miracle worker!” Brian’s smooth voice cut through the conversation. “We hit the jackpot on this one... I don’t think I’ve felt this good on tour in years!”

The double meaning was clear in your mind, but the way he said it was so genuine that you were sure he didn’t do it on purpose. He couldn’t seem to stop from bragging about you to everyone, and you would’ve tried a little harder to stop him had it not made you feel so good... and a little embarrassed, but being with Bri had helped you learn you rather liked that. Being called intelligent and capable by Dr. Brian May was enough to make anyone preen, and that was BEFORE 3 glasses of wine. At least he kept it moderately professional, because that long glance of Sarina’s across the table continued throughout the night.

Her hard eyes sent shivers along your skin and tremors through your stomach. Her very presence made you feel dirty and inadequate: a deep chill creeping up your back until Brian’s shining hazel gaze stopped it in its tracks. A tender glance and tiny smile were all it took to remind you why you were here, and that you were wanted. He’d even sneak a squeeze or two on your bare legs, which you weren’t sure helped very much.

Nevertheless you had a pleasant buzz in your head when your phone rang- vibrating where it was tucked against your thigh. After the initial scare and increased heart rate you looked at the caller ID. It was Jenna! The familiar sense of guilt washed over you again, as came so often when you thought of your best friend recently. You hadn’t spoken enough, and here she was reaching out. Your slightly drunken mind made its decision rather quickly.

You excused yourself from the table quietly and stood up out of the booth, rubbing against Brian in the process. He looked at you and quirked his head, holding another almost empty wine glass inches from his lips. You caught his glazed, curious eyes for a moment before you smiled at him. Any worry he might have had melted away instantly as he returned the grin, and long limbs sank down into the space you’d vacated. Even with a crowd of people and the threat of exposure, it was impossible not to notice the twinge in your heart. He was so sweet.

You answered your phone on your way to the empty hallway by the washrooms. “Hi Jenna, how’s it going?”

“Y/N!” Your friend seemed both shocked and ecstatic to actually get you in person for once. “Finally have some free time to speak to little old me?”

“Yes... kinda, I’m so sorry I haven’t kept in touch better. There’s just a lot going on-”

Jenna cut off your apology. “A lot of stuff you need to be talking about girl. You’re neck deep in the most insane relationship I’ve ever seen, and you gotta let me give you an outside perspective when you need it.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, leaning against the wall. “I know; you’re right. But most of the time he really makes it so easy... Takes care of everything so I have nothing to worry about.”

“But who’s helping you navigate everything with him?”

Jenna’s words made your head spin, and you pursed your lips as she assumed the same damn thing everyone would. You were fine here. You had support- immediately Adam popped into your head- but before you could explain Jenna filled your flustered silence.

“Like, what’s even going on with you two? Is this gonna be a permanent thing? ...Or are you just in it for the short-term?”

“I don’t think we know yet-“

“He doesn’t know? Or just… you.”

You loved Jenna, but right now your free hand was going white from clenching so hard. You knew it was probably your fault for not keeping her updated, but you were sick and tired of having to worry about Brian’s reputation.

“It’s not like that at ALL Jenna!” You heard the anger in your own voice and took a deep breath to calm yourself. “It’s complicated, and...” adequate words failed to come, so you sighed and gathered your thoughts. “Look- what we have, it... it works.”

There was a pause on the other end as Jenna came to terms with your honesty and the clear emotion in your voice. “I get it,” she finally said, almost sadly. “But come on Y/N... he’s a rock star. He’s like 50 years older than you-”

“That doesn’t matter-”

“He’s seventy.” Jenna would not be interrupted. “How on earth could this be sustainable?”

Your mind whirled again, swimming with questions and worries that you didn’t have the answer to either. You slumped lower against the wall and shut your eyes, trying to explain why all that didn’t matter was too hard with a fuzzy head and club music playing in the background.

“I don’t know… but it’s worth it whatever the case. You’ve gotta trust me. He’s perfect. He’s infinitely caring and sweet, always making sure that I’m comfortable.” Your chest fluttered thinking about the man in question, and the words started to flow. “He makes me feel important, and safe. You don’t need to worry about anything like that. The age difference hasn’t affected anything either...” You blushed, thinking about what you were gonna say next. “The sex is great. And fuck, I don’t care what you say but he’s so fucking hot- every time I see him I get weak in the knees.“

Just talking about Brian made you flushed. Your chest heaved up and down in your tight dress as you caught your breath and waited for Jenna to answer. But suddenly a low chuckle reached your ears and you snapped to attention, unable to process your friend's reply.

“Are you talking about me?” Brian’s smooth voice interrupted your thoughts as he crept around the corner. Your eyes widened and your heart pounded, and he took two long strides towards you until it was just him, and you, and the phoneline to Jenna in the back halls of the club. What was he doing here?!?

God he looked hot and sexy with that open shirt, invading your space and looming over you against the wall. His chest hair curled out of the material and shined silver in the light. The muscles in his neck tightened as he swallowed. It was all you could do to control your breathing and not pant like a needy mess when your best friend could hear. The glint in his eyes was dark and dangerous, and so very tempting that your panties were immediately ruined.

He was big, and close, and just drunk enough to put you on edge wondering what he was going to do. The man certainly had a naughty side, and as you saw him glance to the phone in your hand and smirk, you knew you were in trouble.

“…Are you even listening to me?” Your friend’s frustrated voice sounded in your ear, and you swallowed beneath Bri’s gaze, shaking yourself back to reality.

“Sorry Jenna, I…”

The words died in your throat as Brian grinned wide and feral at the sound of her name, for he knew that she knew, and that gave him a pass for whatever he wanted to do.

He leaned down and nuzzled your neck with his nose, taking a breath so long and deep that you hoped it couldn’t be heard on the phone. He caged you with his arms, but you wouldn’t move if you had the option anyways. You were stunned and frozen. You were still in the back hall! Anyone could walk by at any moment.

“I know you’re madly in love but surely you can pay attention for a few minutes!” Jenna’s voice spoke in your ear again, and you tried to save yourself.

“Of course I can,” you said into the phone and tried to regain control as best you could with white curls in your face. “I was just surprised—mmnnph!” You covered the phone just in time.

You couldn’t suppress a moan as Brian licked a hot strip up your neck. He chuckled lightly and nipped at your skin, and you could feel the smug smile on his lips. “Be a good girl Y/N,” he whispered almost too quiet to hear, “Come on.”

Fuck , you couldn’t believe he wanted to do this. But God did you want to be good for Bri.

“I mean,” you cleared your throat, “I mean it’s not actually the best place for me to discuss this.” You tried your best to stay still for him, but Brian sucked another mark on your jugular and you had to gasp and pull the phone away. “...Or the best time.”

“It seems like it’s never a good time Y/N...” Jenna continued in your ear, slightly off-put by how you were suddenly acting, but all you could focus on were Brian’s lips and the hot steam of his breath. Your chest heaved nervously under his touch and your legs softened as he had his wicked way with you. “...I don’t want to intrude but I just care about you so much, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You had to turn your head away from where Brian’s nose was pressing into your cheek. “I won’t- don’t worry.”

He chuckled at your evasion and you pulled the phone away again, flashing him a warning look that his deep laugh could be picked up by the mic. Brian answered with the cheekiest grin you’d ever seen, and resumed his actions with increased ferocity.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line as Jenna waited for you to elaborate, but you didn’t dare speak with Brian’s lips so close to yours.

“...Is something going on there?”

“Oh... no,” you managed, knowing full well that your breathing was much too heavy as large wandering hands found their way up your tight skirt. “But like I said now’s not the best time to-”

Your voice hitched as Brian slipped one long finger into your panties, and this time you couldn’t cover it. You were caught, and panic set into your veins just as quickly as your thong soaked. Fuck, you were aroused beyond belief at the sheer depravity of it. Brian had won again, and you both knew it. This time he laughed openly, devouring your lips with his, and there was no way Jenna didn’t hear it.

Still you tried desperately to save yourself. “I’m sorry- I-”

“What the FUCK?”

You could hear the rising shock and disbelief in her voice through the speaker. Your face contorted into a cringe even as your pussy coated Brian’s hand. Shit! Fuck! You couldn’t believe he’d done this to you. It was dirty; it was humiliating. And the fact that your body still responded so eagerly to his touch was fucking shameful.

“Is that fucking Brian?” Jenna practically screamed into her phone, and the man in question could hear her astonishment through the air. “Are you-- Right now? Are you fucking serious?!?”

Her tone was full of outrage, surprise, and thankfully a bit of begrudging awe. You didn’t think you could handle it if Jenna was truly ever angry at you.

“It’s not what you think!” You tried to explain, to prove that you really did appreciate her call, and that you knew what she was saying was important. But Brian’s fingers felt so good. And you could tell he was quickly losing patience. “I didn’t mean to-” He curled his hand and rubbed hard on your clit, pulling a deep moan from your lips.

That was it for Bri. He growled into your ear and quickly took his hand out of your skirt, just when you needed more. Before you knew what was happening he’d snatched your phone out of your hand with his wet fingers, and he stared at you with the darkest eyes you’d ever seen while he got what he wanted.

“Sorry darling, Y/N’s gonna have to call you back later.”

He hung up, leaving a smear of your juices on your phone, and tossed the device in his pocket before you could close your mouth. A defeated sound of outrage and need bubbled in your throat, but that too was quickly silenced by his large hand over your mouth.

“Into the loo,” he ordered, “Now.”

You could taste yourself on his fingers as he herded you into the men’s washroom and locked the door. You couldn’t fight his strength, or his authority, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever been more shocked by him. Damn it, you were angry. You’d sat and behaved all day at his side, and the one time you actually needed to do something he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

It was HIS fault you’d been out all day and couldn’t see to his needs before the show. It was HIS fault you’d been invited to a dinner where Sarina fucking Potgieter could stare daggers at you all night. And it was HIS fault that your best friend thought you were a brain-dead slut who would trivialize your friendship for a kinky fuck.

You knew that Brian could be impulsive. You knew he needed a lot of support, and a lot of sex. He needed to feel wanted and in control, to keep the darkness at bay. But he’d got himself into this mess, and if he was horny and drunk, well, so were you. But you didn’t sneak up and grab his cock where anyone could see.

You were so shocked that you were silent the whole time he corralled you against the wall, pulled his swollen length out of his trousers and hiked your tight dress up past your hips. His rough, impatient hands gripped at your sides and lifted you so that your back was pinned against the cool brickwork. It wasn’t until you had your legs around his waist, and he was slipping your wet undies out of the way that you found your voice.

“You can’t just do that Brian! You-”

He thrust his cock deep into your cunt, and your lecture turned into a throaty moan.

“It looks like I can." He immediately set a fast pace, bouncing your hips on his pelvis as he thrust into you. “I can do whatever I want baby girl, and you’ll let me.”

You’d never been so frustrated, and so achingly aroused, in your life. You wanted to slap those smug words right out of his mouth and wipe that smirk of his face.

But another part of you wanted his thick cock deeper: wanted him to make you take it. To use you and fill you with his come wherever and whenever he wanted. A sick, twisted piece inside your gut wanted him to act indecent and selfish, driven mad with the lust that you caused in him. Nobody else could do this to Brian. Only you, and the little sounds you made as his cock hit against your cervix.

A frustrated groan escaped your throat. How did he make you so weak?

You certainly felt it now, with your back scraping against the wall as Brian pressed you harder and harder. You were overcome by his strength: in sheer awe of how he held you up and thrust into your womb.

You threw your head back as your walls fluttered around him at that thought, and in doing so your neck was exposed once again to Brian’s mouth. He licked and sucked much like he did earlier. Every graze of his teeth against your skin sent tingles along your nerves, right through your chest and between your legs.

He was so fucking infuriating and you were trying your best to stay mad at him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fight back, or to use your safewords. The vice-like grip he had on your bottom made you feel like you belonged, and the way his fingers squeezed your flesh tight enough to make marks showed you were wanted.

So much sensation at once made your body pulse in all the right places. Brian’s shaft stretched you wide and pulled you apart into thousands of shimmering pieces of pleasure. It wasn’t long until you’d accepted your fate. You tightened your legs around his back and moved to take him even deeper- pliant in his hold. Taking everything he wanted to give you.

“Please Brian” you whispered, breathless and defeated. Your core tightened with every thrust, molding itself tight around Brian’s cock and dripping down onto his balls.

Brian’s growled response shook through your torso. He finally pulled off your neck and admired his work by licking a strip up the mark he’d left there.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day baby...” he grunted through his thrusts, quiet enough not to be heard through the door. The low volume gave his voice an extra gravelly layer that went straight to your tight pussy. “...But I thought I’d wait and give you a reward for being so good this morning.”

“I- Ah! I always want to be good for you Sir.” Your reply trembled into the air as your thighs trembled against his hips.

Brian kissed the side of your chin. “I know darling.”

You were both close already. This wasn’t going to last long, and pressed up against the bathroom wall while the others pondered your absence back at the table, that was probably a good thing. It was a desperate, passionate fuck in spite of the things that could tear you apart. It was dangerous, it was a very bad idea, and you loved every second of it.

As Brian’s thrusts drove you further and further into ecstasy, and as his thumb found your clit, you moaned at the inevitability of it all. Nothing could keep you apart. Not the press, not the public, not the beautiful hard-eyed woman across the table. Not even Brian’s wife, who loomed over you an ocean away. Here, in a dingy bathroom in some Manhattan bar where he’d dropped hundreds of dollars on expensive wine, your relationship had never felt stronger.

Or more dirty and forbidden. Perhaps that added to it all, as much as you tried not to admit it.

Brian’s thrusts grew erratic, and you could tell he was starting to lose grip on you as he chased his pleasure. The pressure on your clit increased to match. Your mind went white with the sensation: just Brian’s cock rubbing deep inside you, and his thumb sending hot pulses from your bud.

Your head flung back again and hit the wall, but you couldn’t feel it. You could only feel him. Building higher and higher, giving you more and more until nothing was ever enough. Sounds of sex and your two sets of moans, high and low, filled the small room. You were caught up in each other, and in the act you were performing together.

“That’s it baby...” Brian’s whisper sounded through his clenched teeth, “...Come for me.”

He flicked his fingers one more time and bounced your hips upon his, and God you did. Your inner muscles squeezed and sucked him deep into your cunt, clenching and throbbing and trying to hold him inside for as long as you could. You felt your orgasm flow through your body and coat Brian’s cock with release.

Nothing but a soft sigh left your lips as your muscles turned to jelly. Brian’s hand left your swollen clit and went back to your ass as he crested his own peak with deep, unstoppable thrusts deep into your channel, trying to feel every flutter he’d caused.

So unstoppable that when there was a sharp knock on the door, you weren’t sure Bri heard it.

His grip tightened as your heart almost exploded with panic, and your cunt still clenched around him. You were shaking with nerves and pleasure all at once, looking at Brian's pursed lips. And then he came too, with shaking arms and a silent roar, filling you to the brim with his seed even as the knuckles rapped again. You stared with wide eyes at his face until his lids too opened, ensnaring you with his own dark irises. There was panic within him too, but also unmistakably something else.

Thrill.

Brian let the last tremors of his orgasm pass before slumping against you into the wall. He let your legs fall to the floor, and watched as his cock and come slipped out from between your legs.

He stared down at you and held you close, keeping you safe, as he found his voice.

“Just a moment!”

Your lungs felt like they were in your throat, but there was something unbearably attractive about the way Brian addressed the other man while looking into your eyes. You saw worry, yes, and cogs turning, but you didn’t see a sliver of regret.

”Who’s locked the door?” The mystery voice sounded again. “I need to piss!”

“I’m just finishing up- One second.” Brian quickly tucked himself back into his pants and ushered you into the washroom’s lone stall. You were scared and nervous, but his expression calmed you enough to think clearly. You sat on the toilet seat and took your legs up off the floor so they wouldn’t be seen under the walls. With a quick smile and a calming peck on your lips he left you there and closed the door. Your heart pounded as you heard his footsteps move to the entrance.

Then the door clicked open.

“Finally! Jesus Christ buddy, ya can’t just lock everyone out of the fuckin’ bathroom...” The stranger’s voice was rough, and slurred enough to be rather drunk. It was a stroke of luck, and you held your breath as you heard him step into the room.

“Wait- you’re Brian May!”

God, of all the times to be recognized! The sounds of the man’s movements stopped as he saw a rock star in the privy.

“Yes...” Brian said slowly, figuring out what to say. “Sorry for the trouble. Sometimes I do that for a touch of privacy, you know?”

“Oh man, I fucking guess so!” The initial outburst of drunken disbelief was followed by clear of his throat, and an equally inebriated cover. “My apologies sir. I completely understand.”

“It’s alright.”

Sometimes fame had its advantage. Brian forgave the man for... needing to use the washroom while he was busy fucking you in it. It was absolutely ludicrous, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

The sound of the sink turning on echoed off the walls as Brian presumably went to wash his hands. You could just make out the shadow of the other man cross the room through the slit in the stall door. He did his business at the urinal and washed his hands too.

You were praying that he’d leave, when he stopped walking again. There was a pregnant silence as he stood, and your heart dropped.

“Umm... sorry if this is awkward, but would you mind if I get a quick selfie?”

Another beat, as you and Brian couldn’t quite believe what you’d just heard, but then a familiar tenor filled the silence.

“Oh... okay,” he barely knew how to answer, “I guess so.”

“Thanks dude- you're the fucking best.”

A bit more shuffling, a quiet iPhone shutter click, "Thanks again," and then the door opened once more before you and Brian were left alone in peace. You couldn't hear anything but the thumping of your heart.

You stayed frozen on your toilet seat until he opened the stall door and greeted you with a broad grin and stunning curls.

“Well that was fucking insane... Wanna do it again?”

Brian’s lopsided smile was contagious, and soon you were both trying to hold back giggles. He took your hand and helped you off the toilet as you replied. “No I don’t, actually.”

He helped your right your dress and then grabbed your chin, pulling you up to meet his lips. His mouth smothered yours and poured affection into each movement, caressing and tasting every last curve of your lips. You parted feeling breathless and light-headed, teetering on wobbly legs.

Brian just grinned again. “You sure?”

You did laugh then, and swatted his chest to prove your point.

“God I love you,” you said, unthinkingly. You have him another quick peck on the lips, unable to resist his bashful look, “But how am I gonna get through that stubborn skull of yours? I thought we’d decided to be careful! And how am I ever going to explain myself to Jenna?”

Brian’s eyes stared back at you for a moment and clouded over, turning dark and excited in a second. You were about to roll your eyes fondly, smiling at the proof that he really was exceptionally horny when he’d had a few, but you were interrupted by a suggestion that made you drop your jaw.

“Maybe you need to teach me a lesson...”

What a fucking naughty boy.

Chapter 88: One Man

Notes:

Here it is! Fun subby Bri will have to wait, for something has come up, but I think you will enjoy this chapter.

You let Brian head back to the table before you so as not to arouse any more suspicion- plausible deniability as usual. Really, you knew everyone who would know knew already, and those that didn’t either chose not to… or were in the process of finding out.

You still couldn’t quite believe what you’d just done. Brian was a 72-year-old man; he should be sensible and tame and know better than to act so foolishly. But he once again proved he was as impulsive as ever. You wondered if he’d really just needed a hard fuck in the bathroom to remind him he still could, or if this was his somewhat misguided way to apologize for the awkwardness tonight.

You shook your head to yourself. No matter how much time you spent together the man remained a mystery.

Sarina’s narrowed eyes followed your form as you joined Bri back at the table. You’d done your best to wash up in the women’s washroom once he’d left, but with her eyes on yours it was as if she could see Brian’s come dripping down your inner thigh. Your heart pounded as soon as you got near.

You squeezed in next to Brian again, feeling a familiar twinge at his subtle smirk as you pressed up against him once more. Tapered fingers came to flicker over your thighs beneath the table. This time you gave his leg a squeeze back- two could play at that game. Brian’s hand stilled when you reached across his lap, shocked at your newfound confidence and unable to risk anything with Sarina watching.

You were extremely thankful that she was on the other end of the seating arrangement. There could be looks, disapproving expressions and scrutiny, but no conversation. And that was a hell of a relief.

The rest of the evening passed smoothly. When everyone started to grow tired and the group got up to leave to table you almost thought you’d got away with it. A quick glance and head shake from Brian meant he didn’t think it was possible to drive back together, so he left you with the stragglers. The expression hidden in his eyes surely matched yours: hopefully optimistic, naughty and almost able to believe you were in the clear.

You should have known that’s where she’d get you.

Sarina walked up beside you, looking as gorgeous as ever. She belonged here, and was looking at you like you certainly didn’t. You could feel your heart in your throat. Your legs shook as she strode alone in her heels. The absence of Roger made you even more nervous.

“Hello again, Y/N,” she clipped, “There wasn’t much opportunity in there to get acquainted.”

The tone of her voice betrayed her friendly words. You swallowed hard.

“Yes,” you forced a smile, “I know. I wish we could have chatted more. It was a little hard over the rowdy boys.”

The muscles in your cheeks burned and you prayed your smile didn’t turn sour while waiting for Sarina’s slow reply.

“Mm hmm.” She returned your sweet smile and eyed you up and down. “And you were gone an awful long time.”

Now, under her gaze, you wished you weren’t wearing the tight little dress Brian had bought this morning. You wished you were wearing a turtleneck, in summer, just so she couldn’t see the bumps forming on your skin.
“Yeah, sorry about that... I had to take an important call.”

It wasn’t a lie. That’s what you should have been doing. Yet still her hips popped to the side.

“Business related?”

“No- just a friend of mine.”

You pulled your lips together and couldn’t help from rocking back and forth in the pregnant silence that followed. Sarina’s honey brown eyes, so unlike her husband's, stared hard at yours. Your heartrate sped up even more; she knew something. Or she was smart enough to suspect the obvious.

“What is it you do again... specifically?”

The small talk could barely conceal the intent of the interrogation.

“I’m an AT... I work on soreness and prevention to make sure everyone stays healthy.”

She nodded. “I see, but a young thing like you can’t have been doing it long!”

“I’m fully qualified and about to graduate--”

“How old are you?” Sarina cut you off.

You wanted the earth to swallow you whole. “...Twenty-three.”

The blond seemed almost satisfied at your answer, like she’d proven some sort of hidden point. “Good for you.” Her ruby lips pursed in thought.

You had utterly no idea how to respond to that, but luckily you didn’t have to.

“I see you’re already well friendly with Brian.”

You panicked, hard, and forced the first thing in your mind through your lips. “A small booth will do that to you.”

Sarina didn’t seem to appreciate your joke. Her expression lost all pretense of believability: just a fake smile plastered on disapproval- and she stared hard at you for a moment. “He’s a lovely man you know- gets caught up in things.” She paused and glared straight into your soul. “Who knows where he disappeared to tonight.”

“Oh! I know...” you sputtered, trying to clarify what exactly you knew. “I’m really grateful for his kindness, and the rest of the band. ...I’m a huge fan.”

“Of course you are... Y/N,” she said your name with barely concealed disgust. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”

The dullness in her eyes froze your gut. She looked at you with contempt, and almost... pity. Like you were a piece of rubbish soon to be discarded. A flight of fancy. A worthless girl with a useful body.

You pressed your lips together as your throat started to sting, and you felt your eyes start to water. Everything you’d ever felt with Brian flashed through your head. You knew it was more than that, but an unknown insecurity remained that you couldn’t quite shake off. Sarina’s cutting tone fed the blackness it clung to.

You steeled your expression, hoping to contain the waver in your voice. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you Sarina.”

She smiled that wax grin again. “Likewise.”

You noticed the next car had left back to the hotel and prayed hers would arrive soon.

“I bet we’ll cross paths again soon,” you tried.

“Maybe,” she tilted her head, “But I’ll be very busy with my husband.”

The stare she fixed gave you the impression that she could guess what he’d been up to as well. There would be no mentioning it, no apologies, no threats. But she was here and it would NOT be happening again.
It was all you could do to carry on under the mask of normality. “There’s bound to be some time... I’ll be around for a while.”

“Sure.” Her voice was flat, and she turned away from you as another sleek black car pulled up. “Don’t be so naïve, little girl.”

You had to tell yourself the words didn’t sting... even as a huge, gaping cavity opened in your chest.

…

You couldn’t bare the scrutiny any longer and left the club briskly, striding off in your heels and tight dress before anyone could see the tears that ran down your cheeks. You couldn’t drive back with these people- any of them. Not like this.

Passers-by on the street turned to look at you, and the pity in their eyes drove you insane. You knew how you looked: rejected, heartbroken. It was so damn frustrating. You knew Brian wasn’t using you like Sarina had hinted: at times it seemed he was just as powerless as you to resist the pull you felt towards each other, even though he'd never said the magic words. So why couldn’t you stop crying?

You choked back another sob.

Because a niggling little piece inside you told you that you weren’t worthy. Of the clothes, the cars, the lifestyle you’d enjoyed the past weeks. You were plain, talentless. You weren’t worthy of Brian. No matter what he said, eventually he’d realise that. It was a mistake that you were here. You didn’t deserve his love: just a poor deluded girl in over her head.

Not knowing what to do, but determined to do something, you pulled your phone out. The most recent message from Brian was sitting on the homescreen. Through bleary eyes and swirling thoughts it still made you smile.

Daddy: 12:20 AM
I’m waiting for my baby girl in my room- whenever she arrives. Bri X

You didn’t deserve THAT, but fuck you loved it, needed it. He never failed to light a fire inside you. Thinking about Bri meant you didn’t have to think of anything else.

You sniffed hard into the night air and wiped your runny nose on the backside of your hand. The sore sting in your throat remained, your eyes were still wet, and your chest shook with upheaval, but your sobs finally stopped. You took a moment, there on the curb in the middle of New York. The lights of the traffic glinted off the tall buildings and hid the stars from view, but the clear night sky still held a glowing moon. A white celestial satellite shining bright amidst the chaos of the city below: steadfast, dependable and beautiful.

You could feel your breath slow and calm as you stared, quieting the turmoil in your mind along with it. The nerves, stress and secrets took their toll, but there was one constant in this hectic touring life. And he was waiting for you.

Now you knew what to do.

You waved down a yellow cab and jumped in the back, wiping the remaining smeared makeup off below your eyes. After you gave the hotel destination to the driver you took your phone out again. There were some things to take care of.

You dialed Jenna’s number from memory, fingers easily falling into the pattern not yet forgotten in your absence. You held your breath. It rang.

And rang.

Jenna’s cheerful voicemail picked up. You didn’t blame her for not answering your call after what had happened earlier that night. She had every right to be furious.

“Hi Jenna... It’s Y/N. I’m just calling, y’know, trying to make things right. I hope you’ll hear this message out. I’m SO sorry for what Br- WE- did on the phone. It wasn’t my intention to rub your concern in your face like that, he’s just... well... hard to say no to I guess. But not in a bad way.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair at the direction your rambling had just taken you. But you didn’t want the voicemail to time out. “Anyways, what I mean is that I know you’re right. I can see your point of view, and really I’m thankful that you stick by my ridiculous ass even when I do dumb shit like this. So I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise.”

Your fingers left your head and moved to run down the cool car window, smearing marks down the glass.

“What I was trying to say during our call was that I know it’s insane. But it’s GOOD. And we’re both just kinda seeing how it goes, I think. Whatever we have is worth the fucking struggle it causes. And I think you understand what I’m saying... so you gotta trust me. It’s crazy and hectic and wonderful...” you sniffed as you thought of how you’d ignored her these past days, “...and I need my best friend to help me through it. I love you girl. Please give me a call tomorrow, or whenever you feel like it. I could use your happy voice.”

You hung up and took a deep breath; a small weight had been lifted from your chest. It felt good to reach out, even if it was in desperation. It was something you needed to do. Your stomach calmed, but there were still knots left inside. You weren’t done yet.

You drafted a text to your parents as you didn’t want to wake them. You told them how work was going, how much you were getting to experience in all the different cities, and how welcome the band had made you feel. You apologized for not staying in touch more. You asked how they’d been. Your thumbs typed in a flutter of emotion and activity, pouring most of what you’d needed to share into words. With a tap of the send button another weight lifted from your body.

Until now you hadn’t quite realized the support you were missing. Everything was perfect when you were with Brian, but having to face Sarina and struggle not to cry, you realized how alone you could feel. You made a mental note to call Adam later to talk, and you knew Roger would be there as much as he could be as well, but it just wasn’t the same as the friends and family you’d had your whole life.

The taxi drove along and you settled into the seat, jostling slightly on the potholes and bumps. Just you, the driver, and the big city all around. ‘Yes,’ you thought to yourself, you were glad you’d done it. You'd managed to build yourself up again after Sarina tore you down- after your own mind let all the pieces fall.

Still though, there was something missing. A little part of you that wasn’t right, thumping away deep in your chest. You needed that primal connection. Confirmation. Affection. You needed to feel that you belonged, when she had made you feel like you didn’t.

The taxi pulled up to the hotel, and you quickly paid the driver and walked inside as fast as your heels could carry you, suddenly desperate for what you couldn’t live without.

There was only one man that could make you feel better, and as you knocked on his door, sagged into his arms and wiped your dry tears on his welcoming chest, you could finally breathe again.

“Hello baby,” he rumbled soft, “How was your trip home?”

What a question. You sniffed against his chest and buried your face deeper, trying to envelope yourself in his large body. “Horrible.”

Brian tisked at your answer and rubbed your back. His hands were warm- radiating through to your skin. You let him lead you back to the couch in his room as he asked, “Whatever for?”

The heat of Brian surrounded you, all long arms and soft clothes. You wanted to stay that way forever, and were afraid what you had to say would put a stop to it. Niggling fear, again, but here his smell kept you safe. Here you were Brian’s.

“I had to take a taxi.”

Brian didn’t answer, and you could tell he was confused, but he kept rubbing your back and rocking you against him like the most precious doll in the world. Seeing as you didn’t elaborate further, he pulled you up into his lap so you were even more plastered against him.

“Well...” he started, “That’s a little odd, and before you even argue I’ll be paying for it- seeing as I was the fool who brought you along.”

Despite yourself you smiled into his shirt and hugged him tighter. It was wonderful to hear his strong, protective voice trying to care for you in his absence earlier. You both knew the taxi ride wasn’t what you were getting at and that there was more, but Brian let you rest in silence a little longer. He ran his fingers through your hair and waited for you to speak, enjoying the fact that you let him hold you so: that you looked to him to make things better.

Your voice was small when it did arrive. “Sarina knows.”

Unfortunately, you did feel Brian tense beneath you as much as he tried to hide it. “How do you--”

“She cornered me after you left, and I could tell by her tone that she knows everything.” The words came tumbling out while you still had the courage to say them, but the warm hands on your back stilled, and they moved to grip hard at your hips.

“Don’t interrupt me,” Brian said, firmly. You quivered upon his thighs, still tucking your head into his neck. “Let me take care of this- okay?”

You sniffed and nodded, slightly ashamed of what you’d just done. “Sorry Sir.” His tone- stern yet comforting- was twisting you up inside. You wanted him to tell you what to do, and everything would be okay.

“Good girl.” Brian placed a kiss to the top of your head. He cupped under your chin with his warm hand and pried your face off his chest so you could look him in the eye and see the steady, inky depths of his stare. “Now let’s get this straight. Sarina knows what we did at the club? Or what happened on Roger’s birthday.”

His eyes watched yours while you shook your head. “Neither... not exactly.” The emotions and panic were bubbling in your chest again, but another squeeze seemed to halt them, so you continued. “She suspects something between us.”

Brian’s eyes softened, and his lips pressed together into a grimace. You could feel and hear the deep breath he took. “Of course she does darling. What did you expect?”

His gaze implored you to see the obvious. You weren’t stupid. You knew how easy it was to guess at, but you opened your mouth to defend any possibility when--

“Look at you,” Brian said, “Look at me.” The self-deprecation you saw in his expression made you want to kiss it off his face. “You’re gorgeous, and I don’t have the best reputation for these kind of things.”

It was all surface- contained no depth, and your wavery voice sought answers. “...But it’s more than that.” You stared up at him, yearning and hoping for that confirmation.

“I know sweetheart, but that’s much harder to see.” He tilted his head and smiled weakly, and your heart felt like it was in a vice. It was the closest he’d come to admitting anything like that.

Your reply was barely a whisper. “She said you’d get tired of me.”

“Oh baby, darling." His voice seemed to crack with pain. "That’s something you can be sure will never happen.”

Brian pulled you against him again, wrapping you tight in a big hug. Your legs were around his waist; your front was pressed against his. You felt small, coveted, cherished. You felt perfect. Tears welled in your eyes again, and this time you welcomed them. The warm tightness in your chest spread throughout your body. You were so wrapped up in the emotions that when you heard the faintest, softest tenor murmur “I love you,” you weren’t sure if you imagined it.

It was all you could do to whisper “I love you too,” back, at the same volume, like a sentiment in the air, just floating for ears that were searching for it.

You sat there in Brian’s lap for a long while: feeling him, taking it all in. Trying to make sense of the swirling pull you felt towards this wonderful man. How much you loved him. How much you craved him. How inexplicably lucky you were that he might love you back. There was no sex. No words. Just two people from very different lives who completed each other in the most spectacular way. Who made each other feel important and needed.

You didn’t know how long you stayed, but it felt like both an eternity and no time at all. Like you were drifting to sleep but so damn excited that you couldn’t contain yourself. You weren’t aware of anything until Brian’s thighs moved under your weight, and you pulled your nose up from the crook of his neck to look at him.

Brian’s hazel eyes shone more than you’d even seen them before. You couldn’t look away. You couldn’t lose him. It hurt your heart just to think about it. There was one thought still hanging in your mind. One barrier standing in the way of everything.

“I’m worried she’s going to tell Anita.”

The ‘she’ was obvious, and it was the first time you’d said Anita’s name out loud. It almost brought a quiver to your limbs. Brian froze once again, and you held your breath waiting for his answer. It took a while, but when he did, you weren’t sure you were ready for it.

“You let me deal with that. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you baby, no one.” He pulled your head towards his with a strong grip, and you were reminded of the power he held- here and everywhere. “You’re mine… and that’s not about to change.”

His lips pressed against yours and sucked, far too passionately for a man with a wife.

Chapter 89: Another Perfect Morning

Notes:

Small Daddy kink warning towards the end!

Merry Christmas Eve! I couldn't let you go without a little treat over the holidays. This was probably not what you were expecting, but it just came from somewhere and had to be written. The sub Bri you were all waiting for is coming, but it needed this chapter first. You may see what I mean.

Brian’s reassurances let you sleep surprisingly well. It had been a long day and you were physically and emotionally drained, but wrapped in his arms, warming his bed, you felt him strong and protective around you. He’d taken control and said things were going to be okay. He was going to handle everything. And with his soft breath on the back of your neck and his knees tucked behind yours it was much too easy to believe him.

You awoke first as always, with hair in your face and smooth breathing beside you. Brian’s chest rose and fell as he slept and moved the covers gently against your skin. Even while he was still and unconscious you were always of aware of his large presence, trying to memorize and learn every tiny thing about him. He had a way of becoming the absolute centre of your world. You loved it.

Last night- dealing with Sarina, with the lies- had been an emotional struggle. But the helpful, sincere way Brian had brought you through it was far more memorable. Your mind flashed back through how he’d held you, rocked you back and forth, and kissed and petted you so intensely that there could be no mistake that you were wanted. That you were his.

You remembered what he’d said, hugging you tight to his chest. Brian May loved you. This incredible man that you cherished with all your heart, who snored so soft beside you, who was caring and intelligent and humble and giving and beautiful- inside and out- loved you back. Your chest was alight with powerful sparks, sizzling against your skin and running through your veins until your whole body glowed. It was almost too much- waking up with him here again. You needed to show him how grateful you were, how much he meant to you. Every minute of every day.

So soon after waking you found yourself buzzing inside, but your limbs weren’t yet able to keep up. Still, you must have been vibrating somewhat, because Brian stirred behind you. His hips pressed up against your bottom.

It wasn’t meant to start anything, you knew. Brian was still mostly asleep, apart from the low moan that left his lips when he adjusted. The one that you’d come to learn meant “Stay still- 10 more minutes.”

But this morning you needed to give him something special. Something worth what he’d done for you last night. And now, with Brian pressed up against you, you knew what you wanted to give. Something he’d told you time and time again you were frightfully good at.

He could fix your broken heart and make it shine bright all in one night. This was the least you could do for him, and god did you want to do it.

You gently wiggled down under the duvet, slow and silky, despite repeated moaned protests from a tired Brian. He mumbled as you moved and disrupted his sleep, missing your body to cuddle against.

However, the grumbling stopped when you reached your destination. Your warm hands found the small swell of Brian’s tummy under the sheets, and you rubbed gentle circles as if to lull him out of sleep. A surge of pride and affection ran through you when he rolled to his back, giving you better access and letting you do as you pleased. Your lips joined your hands, and you peppered light kisses lower and lower, sliding your fingers down to find the waistband of his boxers.

It wasn’t often that Brian wore clothing in bed with you, but it did something this morning to add to the erotic nature of everything, when you pulled them slowly down his hips to free his cock.

You never stopped kissing. The taste of Brian was exquisite, and the gravelly moan he gave when he realized what you were doing went straight between your legs.

Soon your lips had moved from the light hair of his stomach, down the most delectable happy trail imaginable, to brush against dark grey curls down below. The scent of Brian was intoxicating, especially here, under the covers, where everything was black and all you had were touch, taste, and smell.

Your eager hands caressed his length, pulling his velvet softness out from the boxer material and stroking slowly. You kissed as you felt, from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, reveling in the intimacy of his manhood in your hold. Soft and supple, it wasn’t as large as you knew it could be, but he was still impressive while flaccid- surprisingly weighty in your hand.

Soon you took his tip into your mouth, sucking lightly as Brian twitched beneath you and groaned your name. His fingers came to rest in your hair, dull from sleep and not directing, just gripping as if unsure whether to let you continue or not. If anything, it spurred you on.

You took more of him, opening your throat and ignoring the brush against your esophagus like you’d learned so well. It was surprisingly easy with him still soft, so you did it again, and again.

Your lips slid along the length of his cock and your tongue stimulated as best it could. Your hands cupped his heavy balls and massaged gently. You poured everything you had, every passion and emotion that you’d woken up with into your ministrations. You wanted desperately to make it good, and from the sounds coming from above you, it was.

Brian moaned and squirmed with every caress. His breath hitched and he called your name in that perfect, sexy, sleepy voice. It was wonderful, and you were in heaven for a long moment- lost in the love and the intimacy.
Slowly though you realized something wasn’t quite right, because through minutes of hard work, he remained soft.

You didn’t mind, of course. You would pleasure him for as long as it took if he’d let you. Doing this for him was your choice, and you loved it, but for the first time you wondered if it had been a good idea. Brian was almost always the one who initiated sex between the two of you. You hadn’t thought about it so much before, but now, it seemed very important.

A new weight settled in your stomach, and you kept your movements up- kept placing tender loving kisses- while worry rose on the inside. You wanted this morning to be as perfect for him as it was for you, yet your chest tightened at what could go wrong. You didn’t want to give Brian any reason to doubt himself.

You ran your hands along his shaft, over his hips and down his fuzzy thighs, never stopping in your mission. So long as your efforts were being enjoyed you would continue. It didn’t matter to YOU if his cock filled or not, so long as those lovely moans kept coming. You were happy and content, but eventually, the long fingers in your hair tightened and stilled your head. And you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Y/N... darling,” Brian said, and took a deep breath. “It’s not going to happen sweetheart.”

His voice wavered, and your heart broke for the shame you heard in it. This man didn’t deserve to ever feel this way- especially not because of something like this. It was the best morning of your life, and no matter what you had to make sure Brian knew that. You couldn’t ever be disappointed in him.

Slowly Brian’s length slid from your mouth, wet and mostly slack, but still beautiful. You made sure to give him another few kisses where it would be most tender and lovingly tucked him back into his boxers. Your lips made your way up to his chest, passing over his tummy once more, until your head finally peaked out of the covers.

“Morning Brian,” you smiled, and put every ounce of affectionate sincerity into your voice. His was a mind that needed reassurance, especially now, and you were going to give it to him. You gave his skin another quick peck on his sternum where he could watch, and looked up to meet his gaze.

Brian’s hazel eyes were shining in the morning light, and his brows creased with embarrassment, but there was a glimpse of hope you latched on to. You captured his stunned, open lips with yours and softened your body overtop his- sharing the content morning mood that still persisted in your bones.

You were happy to see him smile when you pulled away, but as his eyes opened, they couldn’t quite reach yours. “I’m sorry baby... I...” His voice drifted off and his curls bounced as he shook his head. “I can still make you feel good.”

Now it was your turn to shake your head. That wasn’t what you were looking for. You ran your hands up and down his sides again, reveling in the feel of his wonderful form and his warm skin against yours.

“I woke up next to you, and that’s enough.”

Your words felt pleasantly heavy in the air, and Brian’s eyes softened in the silence that followed. You looked at him as he did you, and in the moment, you knew you were both simply appreciating each other. You’d never felt anything that could compare to the way his eyes caressed you right now: the way you could feel his soul.

Eventually he lowered his gaze, at a loss for what to say. It was a rare position for him- one so used to a specific type of adoration- but, you thought, it was adorable. Shy, bashful, almost... humble. You could carry the conversation for once.

“It will never be a problem Bri- ever. Cross my whole heart.” Hazel eyes met yours again, and you smiled. “I just wanted to say thank you for last night.”

At that, Brian huffed through his nose with a wide, toothless grin. You weren’t sure if he found humour in the situation, your reasoning, the way you’d decided to ‘thank’ him this morning, or with how you were still plastered atop his body. You were just happy he was moving past the awkward moment before.

“Thank me? For dragging you to the club and leaving you to fend for yourself? You must be joking.”

You absolutely adored the way he chuckled beneath you, even if it was a bit forced, bouncing your whole body as his chest rumbled.

“Well, mostly for what you did after that,” you kissed his cheek again to express your gratitude for the way he’d dried your tears, “But a certain trip to the bathroom may have been memorable as well. Don’t you think... Daddy?”

Brian’s lips twitched at your suddenly low tone, and he couldn’t help the pleased grunt that slipped from his throat. It was just what he needed now: some not-so-subtle stroking. There was something about his absolute neediness that drove you crazy.

“Mmm... I agree. Me bloody back’s gonna be sore all week.”

“There’s no possible way you can blame me for that. I didn’t hold myself up against the wall.” Your grin grew to match his as you reminded him that he DEFINITELY didn‘t disappoint in that area. “Besides, it’s nothing I can’t help you with.” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively and you both chortled together again.

You could tell he was grateful that you moved past his insecurities so easily. It clearly wasn’t something he wanted to discuss, but your gentle acceptance was more than appreciated.

“You’re such a good girl Y/N,” he said, after a moment, finally grabbing your hips with his huge hands. “So perfect for Daddy.”

He called himself that as some sort of thanks for what you’d tried wake him up with, you were sure. A lasting eroticism that buried itself in your gut for later. Your relationship had crossed an important milestone last night, but there was still something unmistakably indecent and kinky about it- that couldn’t be denied.

And the best part was that you both liked it that way. Wicked and depraved though it may be deemed.

You felt the possessive grip of his long fingers almost entirely circling your small waist, and another wave of uncontrollable attraction crashed through you. You adored him. This incredible, intelligent, sexy man that you were allowed to love so close. His touch seared your skin and left you craving for more until your feelings forced their way from your lips.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

You said it, and it was true.

Brian’s eyes lit up. The words were innocuous enough, but it was the way you’d said them, like you’d never felt anything more, and that was only the beginning. He knew what you meant. That there needn’t be any more barriers between you. You loved him, every part of him. Even the parts that weren’t a powerful rock star. Even the rough, greedy parts that were.

He didn’t need to play up the dominant energy to keep you interested, and you weren’t scared off when he did. The fact that he could still see the naked attraction in your eyes after what had happened earlier was further proof. You hoped he could finally see that you didn’t love him for what he was; you loved him for him.

The tightening of his fingers seemed to be confirmation.

“...And I can’t get enough of you,” Brian mimicked, almost resigned, and let his head fall back against the pillows in a slow collision of feathers and curls.

You didn’t know if he was thinking about last night, this morning, or the tumultuous future that awaited you. However, for the first time ever, you didn’t worry that you’d be left behind. You were perfect together, and Brian loved you.

Chapter 90: Another Perfect Morning (Alternate)

Notes:

non-daddy kink version of previous chapter.

Brian’s reassurances let you sleep surprisingly well. It had been a long day and you were physically and emotionally drained, but wrapped in his arms, warming his bed, you felt him strong and protective around you. He’d taken control and said things were going to be okay. He was going to handle everything. And with his soft breath on the back of your neck and his knees tucked behind yours it was much too easy to believe him.

You awoke first as always, with hair in your face and smooth breathing beside you. Brian’s chest rose and fell as he slept and moved the covers gently against your skin. Even while he was still and unconscious you were always of aware of his large presence, trying to memorize and learn every tiny thing about him. He had a way of becoming the absolute centre of your world. You loved it.

Last night- dealing with Sarina, with the lies- had been an emotional struggle. But the helpful, sincere way Brian had brought you through it was far more memorable. Your mind flashed back through how he’d held you, rocked you back and forth, and kissed and petted you so intensely that there could be no mistake that you were wanted. That you were his.

You remembered what he’d said, hugging you tight to his chest. Brian May loved you. This incredible man that you cherished with all your heart, who snored so soft beside you, who was caring and intelligent and humble and giving and beautiful- inside and out- loved you back. Your chest was alight with powerful sparks, sizzling against your skin and running through your veins until your whole body glowed. It was almost too much- waking up with him here again. You needed to show him how grateful you were, how much he meant to you. Every minute of every day.

So soon after waking you found yourself buzzing inside, but your limbs weren’t yet able to keep up. Still, you must have been vibrating somewhat, because Brian stirred behind you. His hips pressed up against your bottom.

It wasn’t meant to start anything, you knew. Brian was still mostly asleep, apart from the low moan that left his lips when he adjusted. The one that you’d come to learn meant “Stay still- 10 more minutes.”

But this morning you needed to give him something special. Something worth what he’d done for you last night. And now, with Brian pressed up against you, you knew what you wanted to give. Something he’d told you time and time again you were frightfully good at.

He could fix your broken heart and make it shine bright all in one night. This was the least you could do for him, and god did you want to do it.

You gently wiggled down under the duvet, slow and silky, despite repeated moaned protests from a tired Brian. He mumbled as you moved and disrupted his sleep, missing your body to cuddle against.

However, the grumbling stopped when you reached your destination. Your warm hands found the small swell of Brian’s tummy under the sheets, and you rubbed gentle circles as if to lull him out of sleep. A surge of pride and affection ran through you when he rolled to his back, giving you better access and letting you do as you pleased. Your lips joined your hands, and you peppered light kisses lower and lower, sliding your fingers down to find the waistband of his boxers.

It wasn’t often that Brian wore clothing in bed with you, but it did something this morning to add to the erotic nature of everything, when you pulled them slowly down his hips to free his cock.

You never stopped kissing. The taste of Brian was exquisite, and the gravelly moan he gave when he realized what you were doing went straight between your legs.

Soon your lips had moved from the light hair of his stomach, down the most delectable happy tail imaginable, to brush against dark grey curls down below. The scent of Brian was intoxicating, especially here, under the covers, where everything was black and all you had were touch, taste, and smell.

Your eager hands caressed his length, pulling his velvet softness out from the boxer material and stroking slowly. You kissed as you felt, from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, reveling in the intimacy of his manhood in your hold. Soft and supple, it wasn’t as large as you knew it could be, but he was still impressive while flaccid- surprisingly weighty in your hand.

Soon you took his tip into your mouth, sucking lightly as Brian twitched beneath you and groaned your name. His fingers came to rest in your hair, dull from sleep and not directing, just gripping as if unsure whether to let you continue or not. If anything, it spurred you on.

You took more of him, opening your throat and ignoring the brush against your esophagus like you’d learned so well. It was surprisingly easy with him still soft, so you did it again, and again.

Your lips slid along the length of his cock and your tongue stimulated as best it could. Your hands cupped his heavy balls and massaged gently. You poured everything you had, every passion and emotion that you’d woken up with into your ministrations. You wanted desperately to make it good, and from the sounds coming from above you, it was.

Brian moaned and squirmed with every caress. His breath hitched and he called your name in that perfect, sexy, sleepy voice. It was wonderful, and you were in heaven for a long moment- lost in the love and the intimacy.
Slowly though you realized something wasn’t quite right, because through minutes of hard work, he remained soft.

You didn’t mind, of course. You would pleasure him for as long as it took if he’d let you. Doing this for him was your choice, and you loved it, but for the first time you wondered if it had been a good idea. Brian was almost always the one who initiated sex between the two of you. You hadn’t thought about it so much before, but now, it seemed very important.

A new weight settled in your stomach, and you kept your movements up- kept placing tender loving kisses- while worry rose on the inside. You wanted this morning to be as perfect for him as it was for you, yet your chest tightened at what could go wrong. You didn’t want to give Brian any reason to doubt himself.

You ran your hands along his shaft, over his hips and down his fuzzy thighs, never stopping in your mission. So long as your efforts were being enjoyed you would continue. It didn’t matter to YOU if his cock filled or not, so long as those lovely moans kept coming. You were happy and content, but eventually, the long fingers in your hair tightened and stilled your head. And you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Y/N... darling,” Brian said, and took a deep breath. “It’s not going to happen sweetheart.”

His voice wavered, and your heart broke for the shame you heard in it. This man didn’t deserve to ever feel this way- especially not because of something like this. It was the best morning of your life, and no matter what you had to make sure Brian knew that. You couldn’t ever be disappointed in him.

Slowly Brian’s length slid from your mouth, wet and mostly slack, but still beautiful. You made sure to give him another few kisses where it would be most tender and lovingly tucked him back into his boxers. Your lips made your way up to his chest, passing over his tummy once more, until your head finally peaked out of the covers.

“Morning Brian,” you smiled, and put every ounce of affectionate sincerity into your voice. His was a mind that needed reassurance, especially now, and you were going to give it to him. You gave his skin another quick peck on his sternum where he could watch, and looked up to meet his gaze.

Brian’s hazel eyes were shining in the morning light, and his brows creased with embarrassment, but there was a glimpse of hope you latched on to. You captured his stunned, open lips with yours and softened your body overtop his- sharing the content morning mood that still persisted in your bones.

You were happy to see him smile when you pulled away, but as his eyes opened, they couldn’t quite reach yours. “I’m sorry baby... I...” His voice drifted off and his curls bounced as he shook his head. “I can still make you feel good.”

Now it was your turn to shake your head. That wasn’t what you were looking for. You ran your hands up and down his sides again, reveling in the feel of his wonderful form and his warm skin against yours.

“I woke up next to you, and that’s enough.”

Your words felt pleasantly heavy in the air, and Brian’s eyes softened in the silence that followed. You looked at him as he did you, and in the moment, you knew you were both simply appreciating each other. You’d never felt anything that could compare to the way his eyes caressed you right now: the way you could feel his soul.

Eventually he lowered his gaze, at a loss for what to say. It was a rare position for him- one so used to a specific type of adoration- but, you thought, it was adorable. Shy, bashful, almost... humble. You could carry the conversation for once.

“It will never be a problem Bri- ever. Cross my whole heart.” Hazel eyes met yours again, and you smiled. “I just wanted to say thank you for last night.”

At that, Brian huffed through his nose with a wide, toothless grin. You weren’t sure if he found humour in the situation, your reasoning, the way you’d decided to ‘thank’ him this morning, or with how you were still plastered atop his body. You were just happy he was moving past the awkward moment before.

“Thank me? For dragging you to the club and leaving you to fend for yourself? You must be joking.”

You absolutely adored the way he chuckled beneath you, even if it was a bit forced, bouncing your whole body as his chest rumbled.

“Well, mostly for what you did after that,” you kissed his cheek again to express your gratitude for the way he’d dried your tears, “But a certain trip to the bathroom may have been memorable as well. Don’t you think... Sir?”

Brian’s lips twitched at your suddenly low tone, and he couldn’t help the pleased grunt that slipped from his throat. It was just what he needed now: some not-so-subtle stroking. There was something about his absolute neediness that drove you crazy.

“Mmm... I agree. Me bloody back’s gonna be sore all week.”

“There’s no possibly way you can blame me for that. I didn’t hold myself up against the wall.” Your grin grew to match his as you reminded him that he DEFINITELY didn‘t disappoint in that area. “Besides, it’s nothing I can’t help you with.” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively and you both chortled together again.

You could tell he was grateful that you moved past his insecurities so easily. It clearly wasn’t something he wanted to discuss, but your gentle acceptance was more than appreciated.

“You’re such a good girl Y/N,” he said, after a moment, finally grabbing your hips with his huge hands. “So perfect for me.”

He praised you as some sort of thanks for what you’d tried wake him up with, you were sure. A lasting eroticism that buried itself in your gut for later. Your relationship had crossed an important milestone last night, but there was still something unmistakably indecent and kinky about it- that couldn’t be denied.

And the best part was that you both liked it that way. Wicked and depraved though it may be deemed.

You felt the possessive grip of his long fingers almost entirely circling your small waist, and another wave of uncontrollable attraction crashed through you. You adored him. This incredible, intelligent, sexy man that you were allowed to love so close. His touch seared your skin and left you craving for more until your feelings forced their way from your lips.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

You said it, and it was true.

Brian’s eyes lit up. The words were innocuous enough, but it was the way you’d said them, like you’d never felt anything more, and that was only the beginning. He knew what you meant. That there needn’t be any more barriers between you. You loved him, every part of him. Even the parts that weren’t a powerful rock star. Even the rough, greedy parts that were.

He didn’t need to play up the dominant energy to keep you interested, and you weren’t scared off when he did. The fact that he could still see the naked attraction in your eyes after what had happened earlier was further proof. You hoped he could finally see that you didn’t love him for what he was; you loved him for him.

The tightening of his fingers seemed to be confirmation.

“...And I can’t get enough of you,” Brian mimicked, almost resigned, and let his head fall back against the pillows in a slow collision of feathers and curls.

You didn’t know if he was thinking about last night, this morning, or the tumultuous future that awaited you. However, for the first time ever, you didn’t worry that you’d be left behind. You were perfect together, and Brian loved you.

Chapter 91: A Seed of Doubt

Notes:

Small Daddy kink warning at the very end, once. Don't think it warrants another version but let me know if you want one! Sorry this took so long... I struggled a bit with all the different moods. Hopefully I've captured them and that it flows well.
<3 DBM

Seemingly having come to some sort of realization, Brian was more possessive than ever. It took more than a few attempts for him to let you out of the bed, refusing to slacken his grip around your waist and on your bottom. You were lounging in happy captivity. You felt wanted. Almost... coveted. Kept safe as Brian’s own as if you fully belonged to him and him only.

It was absolutely perfect. But it had to end sometime.

Eventually you had to get up and eat breakfast. It was at this time that Brian cleared his throat- in between swallowing bites of pancakes that puffed his cheeks.

“I’m going to speak to Sarina.” He said it as if trying to be nonchalant, but clearly he thought it was important enough that you knew. The seriousness of the situation settled in again quickly.

Your eyes flashed from your own plate to his face. “...Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

You still didn’t feel it was your place to question Brian, but you couldn’t help worry that it would only lead to trouble. He simply shook his head and gave a tight-lipped smile.

“I don’t know darling, but I have to do something.”

On that, you guessed you could agree. You bounced your head slightly in acceptance and returned his smile. The little lines in the corners of his eyes crinkled as he looked at you, and you felt lighter than air. He was gorgeous, kind, and far too close to perfection for it to be fair. Even if he wasn’t certain- and dare you say even a little bit scared- you trusted him with all your heart to do what was required. You were only just beginning to understand how all of this worked: wives, rock stars... and their little groupies.

“Do what you think is best,” you said, and leaned in to place your lips on his cheek.

Brian’s strong hands moved to your body as soon as you made contact. He held you there, awkwardly falling over his lap, and captured you in a full kiss, not satisfied with any less. You always forgot how soft his mouth was, and moaned at the reminder; it fit against yours like you were made to fill the space between his full lips.

For a moment he kept you, unbalanced and pliant to his movements, and then he let go. You floated back into your original position with your head spinning and your chest warm. When your mind cleared you looked back over to Brian. And his gorgeous hazel gaze.

“Thank you Y/N,” he said. Those eyes wrinkled again, and you thought you knew what he meant. You had no requirements, no demands. You weren’t putting Brian in a position where he would be forced to do anything. You’d let him decide the best way to approach things. Whether that made you weak or naïve you weren’t sure, but you knew the consequences of one wrong step, and your pride and vanity weren’t worth risking that.

In the grand scheme of his life, you told yourself to remember your precarious place. “Of course.”

Brian nodded once to accept your words. “Now go and enjoy your day love- show everyone how smart my girl is.”

A blush coated your cheeks at the praise, and despite yourself you felt a heavy throb between your legs. Brian liked to make you flustered, even now, with words like this.

He smirked at your reaction, and continued. “Just remember who you belong to.”

You swallowed and nodded. How could you ever forget?

…

The day went by as expected. Any hours without Brian seemed dull in comparison, but you had a job to keep. It was more than a cover for your affair: it was your profession. Even knowing that Brian was going to confront Sarina at some point between his duties, it was surprisingly easy to get lost in the work during your appointments.

The curious glances that your patients tried to hide didn’t bother you. Nor did the flirting. You knew what you were coming back to once it was all over. Who you were coming back to. He had you wrapped around his finger: properly ensnared and longing.

Despite these wandering thoughts you did your best job and were happy to hear that some of the workers were doing better since their treatment had started with you. It was a point of pride that you could contribute to the huge production of the tour, and at this point you felt like you’d really settled in to your role. Still... you couldn’t say it wasn’t a thrill to have such a secret overshadowing your interactions with the Queen crew.

Brian texted you in the mid afternoon and said that he would see you after the show. He’d obviously been caught up in something. You smiled as you read his words and the way he wrote- so very unique to him with his little sign-off at the end, and a capital X for a kiss. Your fingers typed a quick reply and some xo’s of your own, and you didn’t think anything else about it.

That was, until the show.

As the screen rose and Brian appeared from the smoke for the second time in New York, you could sense that something was off. He was still bloody brilliant- playing his heart out and making his guitar sing with his talented fingers- but his movements weren’t quite what you’d been used to. Especially not for Madison Square Garden. Brian would never let his personal feelings interfere with the show. He knew the audience paid for a good concert and may have waited all their lives for the chance to see him and the band in person. But he wasn’t the best actor.

Every missed pose numbed you inside. He wasn’t strutting around on stage as much as he liked to, and didn’t show off during his solos enough for your liking. That spark that you’d seen, that you’d been a part of, was missing. From your spot backstage on Brian’s side of the stage, close to the amps, you could see that his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. And it ate you up inside. The more you looked the more you grew nervous of what had happened to him today. Perhaps the conversation with Sarina didn’t go well.

Instead of staring long, hot glances through your core, Brian seemed to break eye contact whenever he caught a glimpse of you, and quickly turn away to face the crowd. An uneasy feeling grew inside as the minutes passed by until your stomach clenched and your heart hammered. This relationship seemed to only exist in extremes. You knew you were working yourself up and no bloody good could come out of it, but as you looked around at the lights, the wires, all the staff and the huge production of the breathtaking show, you couldn’t help but fear it would be your last.

You wanted Brian to reassure you that everything was okay, like he had last night- but you knew that was selfish. As you watched his beautiful form glitter on stage you knew that he wouldn’t be able to do that tonight. His curls shook with his movements despite the underlying unease he seemed to carry, and you smiled when that stubborn left leg came up to bounce like it always did. Even when he was unsure, he was absolutely stunning. A sudden bright surge filled you inside, matching the light he brought with him. Perhaps if Brian couldn’t be that support for you tonight, you could be his.

And as you watched him strum yet another power chord without beaming, you were determined to help. You would be there for him in any way he needed... It was about time you returned the favour.

…

Brian walked backstage after the show and met you. Your heart was pounding, but there was still a happy pang when you saw his eyes light up. He looked touched, almost... relieved, that you were there waiting for him as usual.

He took two quick steps towards you as if to pull you against him, but then slowed up abruptly and stopped. He was resisting for some reason: holding back from what he really wanted to do, and you weren’t sure why, until Sarina stepped through the door and his hazel eyes looked at the floor.

She strode in with Roger, smiling and carefully carefree as everyone congratulated each other on a good show, Brian included. Her blue eyes didn’t seek yours out as she passed but Roger’s did briefly, for a quick glance before returning to his wife’s back. You were almost impressed. Sarina clearly knew how to handle her husband- but if she did anything to hurt Bri you couldn’t keep the distain from your thoughts.

The Taylors left quickly up to their hotel suite and Adam soon followed. He could clearly feel the tension they’d left in the air, and so after giving the pair of you a tight hug each, he said his own goodnights. You were immediately grateful. Adam was a very intuitive person; he could sense the problem, and left you and Brian on your own so that you’d have the privacy to deal with it. A warm smile graced your lips in thanks, and Adam’s matched it before he stepped out the door.

Upon hearing the latch click shut blood rushed to your head. It filled your ears and reddened your neck, waiting nervously for the sound of Brian’s thick tenor behind you. You knew what you were willing to do tonight. It was just a matter of Brian allowing you to give whatever comfort he so clearly needed.

“How was the show Y/N?” Brian’s question reverberated through the empty room as you stood metres apart. You still couldn’t understand why he was keeping such distance. Surely the threat was gone?

You looked at him, standing with his shoulders hunched but still so large in the small room. You chose your words carefully. “You played brilliantly as always Bri.” You smiled, and hoped your pride travelled through the air, but Brian knew as well as you that he was slightly off tonight.

“Yesterday was better.”

He shrugged and left it at that, and you took a step closer. Brian didn’t back up, to your relief, but he held himself awkwardly- too rigid, too straight- and stared down at you with his hands at his sides, as if he wasn’t sure at all what to do with the woman in front of him. The woman that his fingers would usually be all over: whom he would pull into the nearest room to claim once more.

There was something stuck spinning in his brilliant, overactive mind, and it could only be from one thing.

“How was the conversation with Sarina?” You watched as Brian’s eyes opened wide very briefly at your question.

He schooled himself. “Ah, quite good actually. You needn’t be worried.” His eyes flicked quickly to yours, and then off to the back wall.

“Okay...” you said slowly, trying to dissect his vague answer. “...Then we’re okay? Everything’s fine?”

You weren’t even sure what you were getting at, and hated being kept in the dark like this. You had no idea what was going on and your tone clearly conveyed your helplessness. And Brian could do no more than give a tight nod, pressing his lips together like he didn’t trust them on their own.

God, his little shining eyes absolutely crushed you inside. You wanted to kiss him and hold him and make sure everything was okay. But that couldn’t be done here.

“So do you wanna go back up to the room?” you attempted, “Relax and cuddle and wind down? Or something more? …If you want.” Your suggestions were as open and gentle as you could make them. You wanted Brian to know you didn’t care at all what the answer was; you just wanted to make him feel better.

Finally he did look at you, and you held your breath as he took all your attention. “You don’t have to come to my room tonight Y/N.”

You looked deep at his furrowed brow, lost as to why he’d be saying such things. He seemed to be searching for something: staring at you with some kind of desperation that you’d answer in a certain way.

“Oh... well, you know I always want to be with you when you want me...” You trailed off and rephrased. “I’d like to come up, that is.”

You prayed with all your heart that he just needed a little reassurance, but when his eyes closed tight enough to form wrinkles and his face turned pained, you knew that wasn’t what he was hoping you’d say. Brian looked like the words he was about to utter were the hardest he’d known.

“I don’t want you to come tonight.” It was as if a hole opened up in your chest, and you were now gasping for the air you’d so recently held. His hazel eyes opened again and he took a shaky breath, but he still couldn’t look at you as he added, “So go have a good sleep on your own.”

Your entire body felt numb. You were completely caught off guard. He was acting so different from the way he’d been this morning: hugging you and keeping you close. There was only one thing that could have done this.

“Look, Bri... there’s clearly something you’re not telling me. Did Sarina say something to you?”

“No Y/N.” He said stronger. Louder. “I said it was okay.” There was a finality to his statement that you couldn’t miss, but you wouldn’t just follow his orders like a good little girl this time. Not when you knew he needed you.

“Then why are you pushing me away? Especially after last night I thought-

“Last night was WRONG!”

Brian raised his voice. It was sharp, cracked and cutting, and fear bubbled in your gut. You were rarely afraid of Brian, and never more so of his implication. He was scared, retreating within himself so far that you wouldn’t be able to reach.

And THAT, following what had happened in the last few hours, could not be allowed to happen.

“What? NO Bri.” Your voice was, for once, equally as stern. Your arms shook with fury and passion and you closed the distance between you, grabbing his forearms with your small hands. “Look- I may not know much about however the hell this relationship is supposed to work, but what I do know is that last night was right. I’d never felt something so fucking right in my entire life, so you can’t tell me it wasn’t. I know what I felt. And I don’t for a second believe you felt it was wrong either.”

You squeezed his arms in your hands and waited, still reeling from all the passion you’d put into your words. Brian was stunned into silence. His arms shook and his mouth froze open, letting your trace the perfect pout of his lower lip with your eyes. Everything was tight- your heart, your eyes, your chest- as you looked at how he was eating himself up inside.

Suddenly there was a weight on you; his arms pushed down into yours. You could feel the size of him as he curled impossibly further down into himself: so big, so vulnerable. You struggled to maintain your balance but never once thought of letting go. He bent his head overtop yours, seeming to engulf you in his struggle, and you listened to his breath waver above, even as a warm tear fell to the back of your neck.

“I’m going to ruin your fucking life Y/N.” It was the most cracked you’d ever heard his voice, and it couldn’t stop from bursting. Your heart fell to the same jagged pieces his words did... because Brian cried. He cried, right in front of you. Over top of you. Shaking in your arms.

And, God, you couldn’t handle it. Your limbs turned cold and numb as the blood drained and your chest burst. It was like the world stood still and ALL you could feel were the warm places Brian’s skin touched yours- but they wavered as he did, and everything seemed so fleeting you couldn’t let him slip away.

Your own face was damp by the time you’d unthinkingly led him to the couch, and your sobs joined his amidst cries of “No! No Brian... You could never.” You wrapped your arms and legs around as much of him as you could, trying in vain to cover his broad torso and shield him from his own creeping thoughts.

But the thoughts had to be planted there, and faced with the tragedy before you, you needed to uproot them.

Through your own tears, with blurry eyes that could barely see and a tight, painful throat, you forced the scratchy words out. “Please don’t think that Brian... You’re the BEST thing that’s ever happened in my life. I...” you choked on the next thought, unable to speak, and instead leant forward to place his cheek in your palm.

Your mouth sought out his creased forehead, the sharp bridge of his nose, and the wet streaks on his cheeks before ending on soft lips. You kissed him: slow, deep... giving everything you had for him to take. And when he finally kissed back, you pulled away.

“I love you Brian,” you stared deep into his endless eyes, “I love YOU.”

A new tear joined the old in the lines of his face, as if this almost made it worse. His whole body shook against you, but his voice was breathy. “I know baby...”

Those words, stated so soft and savoured, were the beacon of hope. He believed it. All you’d ever wanted was to prove that you truly cared about him. Not the trappings that he came with, not the man he used to be--

“...But you shouldn’t.”

Your eyes snapped back to his, imploring him to take it back. You opened your mouth to disagree but Brian continued before you got the chance.

“I'm wrong for you. I can’t give you the life you deserve. Children... marriage. Evenings downtown or walking through the fucking park.” His voice grew increasingly hoarse as he spoke, as if every offence piled worse and worse, seething at himself in sadness and anger. “She’s right, really,” he spat, “I’ve been so incredibly selfish, letting you get caught up in all this. In... ME.” He sniffed deep against your shoulder. “Seeking you out like the desperate old fool I am.”

His tone of absolute self-loathing filled the air as he ranted on, caught somewhere between pity and anger. He smothered you with his words, but you couldn’t help but notice that his hold didn’t slacken. He still gripped you firm and held you against him, as if torn between what his heart wanted and what his brain was telling him. You held on to that.

“Brian,” you said, placatingly. “You’re anything but selfish. You’re an amazing man. I don’t need all of those things to be happy… I just need you.”

“You don’t know what you need.”

His quick dismissal, brushing your well-thought words off… that took it a little far. “Excuse me?”

“You’re young.” He said. “You’re tw…” He tensed up then, seeming to have discovered something else he didn’t like. “You’re twenty…”

“Twenty three.”

“FUCK me.” Brian swore again, and twitched against you. “I really am a lech—”

“It doesn’t matter—"

“I should have asked.”

He interrupted you just as you him, both trying to push your sides, almost fighting to prolong the conversation, not to add anything new; you both knew there was an age difference. So what if he'd never asked your exact age? Perhaps it was just to stay wrapped in each other on the couch, hearing each other’s voices. It was that beautiful, pained tenor that filled the air next.

“My point is you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. You may think you want this now, but in 10 years, when you’ve got nothing to show for it... you won’t.”

“Oh Bri...” Your voice trailed off for a bit. Sarina had really done a number on him. “You seem to have a plan for my life... already. All of that would be lovely, but I don’t know what I’ll want in 10 years... I only know what I want now.”

He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, sighing at your answer, as if resigned the universe had brought an unsolvable puzzle. “A greedy old man?” He mumbled against your skin. “...Who didn’t think of the sacrifices you’d have to make until it was too late.” Your skin tickled as he shook his head. “I’m sorry Y/N.”

“Brian, please... stop.” You implored him lovingly: not to rant or pile self-hatred on his shoulders. You reached out as best you could with his arms around you and moved his face to where you could see it, placing your thumbs on either side of his perfect nose. He looked at you, so tender and open, and you were once again struck by how unbelievable everything was. The connection, the trust that allowed you to dry his tears. Your lips brushed the crevice between his brows. “It’s not selfish to let me love you.”

Brian harrumphed, and you felt the quick exhale of his breath on your skin. “What is there left to love?”

Sometimes, he just really was unreasonably stubborn. You took a deep breath, overflowing with affection and the need to make him see. See himself as you did.

“You’re more than you ever were Brian, not less.”

There was a moment of silence, and though the air was empty, the room was full. Brian’s arms tightened fractionally around your body, and you knew you felt it. You stayed like that for a good while: long enough for him to process and return the sentiment. Long enough for you to get lost in his scent.

And finally, Brian took matters into his own hands. He kept his arms where they were- snug around your back- and simply leaned it for a kiss. His lips were heaven on yours: sliding, caressing. Their soft touch and seeking nature said everything for the words he didn’t speak. You didn’t think and you didn’t worry. For Brian was kissing you again, and all was suddenly perfect.

You could hear your heart pounding happily in your chest, and you wondered if his was doing the same You were caught up in each other and in being there, together, even though the world said it couldn't be.

When he pulled back you had to catch your breath. Brian slowly opened his eyes, looked at you, and then closed them again with a sigh. “I really am weak you know.” Though the words still stung, you were delighted to hear the lighter tone in his voice. Your kissing had done that.

“Why?”

“Because I came in here with my mind made up, you know. I was going to do the right thing and let you go. Make you go if I had to.” A frown appeared on your face, but Brian continued. “Sarina made it seem so obvious- that this was a mistake- and that I wasn’t right to do this to you. Any of this.”

He looked you up and down, as much as he could, and observed your form plastered against his- refusing to budge.

“But now I’m not so sure.”

“Well...” you said, as you reached up to play with the curls in his hair, “Who do you think knows more about what’s best for me? Her... or me?”

A little laugh bubbled from his chest, and you were filled with a warm fuzzy feeling. “I’m not going to argue with you any more baby girl.”

“That’s right.” You weren’t sure if you were ever more pleased to win an argument. If that was what this had been.

Brian smiled at your cheekiness, and held you tighter against him. He always wanted to be close to you, touching you. He wasn’t shy about what he liked that way... what he needed. His strong hands shifted you in his lap, angling just right between his legs, and suddenly your stomach dropped. It was subtle, and perhaps even subconscious, but you couldn’t help but feel he was asking you for something else.

And instead of selfishness, or indulgence, it gave you a sense of his vulnerability once more. He needed so much reassurance, affirmation. It was an essential part of his being. This was Brian pleading with you, in a way he was able, to tell you what he needed now. The deep emotional connection that came with intimacy, and sex. To him, it was all part of the same inevitability.

You looked into his eyes: shining and wide open. There was a lingering shyness as he watched you understand, and then an overpowering relief when you took a breath to speak.

“You know Bri,” you said, with more confidence than you felt, “You told me last night that I should teach you a lesson, and I’ll admit I was mighty intimidated by the thought, but...,” and you lingered on his gaze, “...Daddy…, now I know what you need to learn.”

Brian’s Adam's Apple bobbed tantalizingly close to your face, and you had the sudden urge to lick his skin.

“You need to know how much I fucking want you.”

Chapter 92: Making Things Right

Notes:

Daddy kink warning! I'll post the other version in a couple days.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, but first a disclaimer-

Whatever you read, whatever Bri and Y/N do... I am NOT saying this is the perfect relationship, or how one should be. There are issues inherent in the way they got together, in the way they ARE together. It's not always healthy, but it's what I want to write. Or really, what the characters make me write. So if Bri and Y/N are pushing boundaries while perhaps in not the best headspace to do so, that's not the same thing as me encouraging their behavior.

Sadly I don't actually have experience dealing with a 70 yo depressive rock star

<3 DBM

The temptation to strip then and there, in the changeroom after the show, was strong. Both you and Brian wanted it- each other- now, but a heavy kiss and a series of moans later, you shared a look. You knew it would be a bad idea to do anything here. It was too open, too risky. Besides, you wanted to worship Brian’s body tonight, and that was gonna take some time.

It wasn’t just a quick fuck. It wasn’t even a night of passion. Your connection with Brian was something deeper, and the understanding you could see in his eyes showed he wanted the same thing. You wanted to love each other. To say ‘screw the world’ and be together despite what was ‘proper’, or what was ‘best’ for either of you, as Sarina had so gently put it.

You needed to show Brian how much you wanted to be with him: over everything else and despite what you’d have to give up. Brian needed to stop controlling everything for once and let you make that decision. As you walked together to the car, and then sat with entwined arms in the back seat on the way to the hotel, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Your relationship had started with sex, and through that you’d found understanding and care. So when your hand wandered to Brian’s crotch and stroked lovingly, he smiled. And when his teeth left yet another mark on your neck, you groaned. Perhaps some would say that giving in to lust tonight was wrong. Unhealthy. An inappropriate time. But that was the whole point. You were still together because you couldn’t resist this pull. If Bri wanted your body tonight you were going to give it to him. The physicality- the concrete sensations of that decision- felt just as necessary as the reason. It was simply the way that he needed you.

You looked into his wide, open eyes as he led you to his room, and focused on the glimmer of doubt that still lingered: the small uncertainty that you would rid him of by the end of the night. It was as if, deep inside, he was still surprised that you were here, and that he couldn’t push you away.

Even as Brian smiled when you pawed at his shirt and pulled him towards the bed, you were reminded of the tears that had stained his round cheeks earlier. Fuck Sarina. Fuck anyone who thought you were ruining your life to be with Brian. He was what you wanted. You watched as he plopped down on the mattress and beamed when you ran over to join him- the enthusiasm spreading quickly in place of the sadness. Nothing could be wrong when you made him this happy.

And suddenly you were all over him. You climbed up over his lap so that your knees straddled his waist and you threw yourself into a kiss- loving the way you could feel his lips turn up at your desperation. Your tongues met, and for once Brian didn’t take control. He let you do as you pleased and moaned when you pushed against him harder, almost goading you to do more.

You kept pushing and he kept giving in, until you were so deep in the feel of him that you thought you were drowning. He was endless, drawing you in so you could never get enough. Your heart hammered; your lungs burned. Eventually you needed to breathe. When you pulled back and took a deep breath, watching as he licked his swollen lips, you wondered if this was how Brian felt, all those times he’d ended a searing kiss with you. You hadn’t even noticed that he was now flat on his back, curls spread out over the duvet with your legs straddling his body.

You were so caught up in the change of dynamics, that you stared with your mouth agape until Brian spoke.

“The toys are in the drawer,” he said, as breathless as you after the kiss. His chest was heaving below your thighs but he spoke as if expecting you to make use of the information. As if this was normal, and that was what you wanted to do.

You thought immediately of the flogger, with its little feather and strip of leather, and you fought a frown. Sure, Brian had teased you about it before, and certainly hinted that he wanted to make use of such a thing, but you couldn’t help but think this wasn’t the time. Your mind flashed to the other toys as well- nipple clamps and ties- and while the image of Brian moaning in torturous pleasure sent a surprising gush of arousal between your legs, that wasn’t what tonight was about. The tears were too fresh, the matter too delicate. You wanted to teach Brian a lesson about himself, but it was in no way a punishment.

You weren’t mad at him for trying to decide your life for you. In fact, it was almost sweet how much Sarina’s words had affected him. He clearly cared deeply about your best interests. He just needed to see himself through your eyes, and all would be fine.

You smiled down at the man of your dreams, and cocked your head. “I don’t think I want to use any of those tonight Bri... If that’s okay?”

Your voice went up at the end, still seeking permission, and Brian’s eyebrows rose in surprise. It was like he hadn’t even considered the possibility until now, but he was clearly more than okay with it. “Of course darling,” he soothed, reminding you that he had no expectations. “Whatever you want.”

And then he settled down into the mattress, making himself comfy and moving you atop him like your weight was nothing. The dark shine in his eyes was enough to drive you wild. Tonight you would prove just how right he was for you.

“What I want,” you said, looking at his eager, needy face, “Is to have you lay back and relax for a while, Daddy, and let me take care of you for once.”

The title still seemed to fit, and it sent a thrill down your spine. Brian’s eyes sparkled mischievously but he did as you asked, readjusting himself between your legs. He was beautiful, the way his body seemed to stretch on and on across the bed. His hands came up to grip at your hips and rub small circles, which sent a shiver through your whole body. This man deserved everything.

“Have at it then darling,” he rumbled, and that was all you needed.

Your hands grabbed immediately for his plunging neckline, hastily undoing the buttons and pulling the material away from his creamy skin. You spread his top open on the mattress and kissed long strips up and down his hairy chest, unable to resist, and God you wanted more.

Soon his entire shirt was discarded- roughly and awkwardly with him lying down- but it didn’t matter, because now you could see his bare torso. So many praises jumped to your lips, bursting to be sorted and voiced. There was too much to make sense of, so you settled on “You’re gorgeous Brian,” and vowed to tell him each individual one before the night was through.

His cheeks were already starting to redden from your undivided attention, and the unmistakable flush of blood and arousal painted his chest down to the snug waistline of his jeans. As if on their own, your hands fumbled to his fly and freed his swelling bulge from its restraint. It was a satisfying pop as both his arousal and soft tummy were let loose at the same time. Delicious heat flowed along your spine at the sight of him: everything that he was.

“Fucking beautiful,” you couldn’t help but whisper, again, and your heart pounded as Brian struggled to help you rid him of his trousers. You loved his tight pants, but right now they were keeping you from those long bare legs.

You were so focused on Bri that you didn’t realise you were still fully clothed until you tugged the denim over his feet. But, seeking the expanse of sinewy muscle on display, your hands didn’t have time to strip your own clothes. They were busy pulling his socks off, and then slowly, reverently, dragging up his long thighs to hook under the straining briefs.

It seemed so long ago that the morning’s events had taken place: your head under the covers and his unwarranted embarrassment. Now... there seemed to be no such problem in sight, and Brian’s face was red for a whole other reason. The material filled out before your eyes, and because of your eyes. As Brian watched you watch him.

You placed a soft kiss over his cock, leaning down gently and caressing with open, wanting lips. You lingered as long as you could, savouring in the smell, the taste. When you sat back up you left a delightful wet patch on his briefs.

You took a deep breath, gave one last pet of his hardness, and leaned back to look in his eyes. Brian May- gorgeous and ethereal- shuddered below you. His chest heaved in short bursts of pleasure and anticipation. The movements made the light curls of hair stand out over his slick skin, like he was shining. The brightest light in your life: drawing you in like a desperate moth that couldn’t and wouldn’t get away.

You hooked your index fingers under his pants. You could hear your pulse pounding through your ears, and feel Brian’s thumping below you. His hazel eyes locked with yours, a silent confirmation that this was what he wanted. Needed. You nodded, and Brian, after a moment of hesitation, lifted his hips.

That way you could remove the last remaining item of clothing, giving you his full, naked body to love, praise and worship like you so desperately wanted to do.

You looked at Brian- ALL of Brian. All the lines of his beauty, all the unmistakable signs of his full life. And you suddenly fought back a tear. How could this man ever think he was wrong for you? He was all you ever wanted.

Those eyes. Brian’s soft, expressive eyes and brow told you all you needed to know. He was in disbelief, overcome: slowly accepting the fact that you wanted this relationship as much as he did. You were the one making the decisions tonight, and it did nothing to change the deep-seated compulsion you both felt. The change in dynamics was important after the fears that had overtaken his mind. This way, Brian knew that you were making your own choices in your life, and no matter the cost- no matter what Sarina had said- you wanted him. He didn’t need to save you from himself.

“You’re stunning, you know.” You said the words with awe, reveling in the way his breath hitched and his cheeks flushed deeper. His reaction made you want to praise every little thing about him. “I wouldn’t change a single thing.”

You threw your own tight shirt off so you could feel his skin against yours for the remainder of your night. Upon seeing Brian’s pleading eyes, your bra soon joined it. His grateful smile was worth it, even if it was a bit smug. You couldn’t help but be far too indulgent with the man.

“No Y/N,” he drawled, looking fondly at your bare assets, “You’re the stunning one.” He reached up from your hips to grab at your chest, cupping and squeezing as he wanted, content and pleased with your body atop his. It was almost a flippant comment when he mumbled, “I’m well past my best date.”

You felt his large, rough hands against your skin, and you disagreed whole heartedly. He couldn’t be allowed to play with your tits if he talked of himself that way. Your hands gripped his and stilled them, drawing them off your skin.

Your voice was tender, if a bit exasperated. “Stop saying things like that Bri.”

He let you stop his hands, but looked at you with a bit of surprise. His brows furrowed as he glanced up at your face again. “Oh... sorry darling. I wasn’t...” He trailed off, knowing that his first-instinct explanation wouldn’t be accepted. He brought it up far too often to pass it off as in insincere joke. A moment later, he swallowed and rephrased. “I didn’t think you minded.”

“Of course I mind. That silly notion- that you’re somehow not good enough- is what got us into this mess tonight. You are good for me. The BEST. Sarina is wrong.”

Your eyes sought out his, but as his pupils scanned your face and then darted to the side, you took a long sigh. There was too much doubt there, too much uncertainty. It was time to get to work.

You crawled off him and stood up, backing away to remove your jeans. When Brian propped is elbows to sit and seek you out again, you opened your mouth quickly to stop him.

“No. Don’t move.”

Your strong words rang through the room, and Brian immediately stilled. He lied back down on the mattress with a nervous tremor. You had to fight the urge to let him get up and touch you again, but that's not what he needed.

You threw your pants over by your shirt. “I love every single thing about you, and I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

The room heated with anticipation as you stalked towards him on the bed. Your greedy hands reached out for the first point of contact- his bare feet sticking out over the edge of the mattress- and your fingers slotted around his ankles. “I love your feet Brian- how they bounce and point when you play. I love that they stick off the end of the bed.” Your lips brushed the top of each foot. “And I love sitting between them.”

Brian shuddered a bit at that, and let out a shaky moan that went straight to your core. You ran your hands up from his ankles, along his long hairy calves, and over each wonderful knee to rest on his strong thighs. There, you bent to place more kisses, tickling your cheeks on his body fur.

“I adore your long, gorgeous legs. So slim, so strong. They feel just right when I sit on your lap and everyone can see who I belong to.”

You both sounded your own groans then, and Brian swore under his breath. “Fuck Y/N...”

“They make you so fucking tall Daddy.” You interrupted him, and for the first time, squirming from your praises, Brian didn’t admonish you. “I love how big you are. How you can stare down at me, pick me up, throw me around.” You took a deep breath, clenching your sex just thinking about it. “It’s so god damn hot when I get to suck your cock and these-” you kissed his thigh again- “fucking-” you kissed the other one- “LEGS stretch on so long they’re the only things I can see.”

At this point, you were wet beyond belief from getting to explore Brian’s body. He really was exquisite. You almost couldn’t breathe with the sight of him stretched out below you: every curve and plain. Your arms bracketed the snake-like lines of his hips, and Brian purred when you leaned in close to his cock.

He was ready for you: large, swollen, shining. Red enough that you could feel how desperate he was. How good your praises had made him feel, deep down inside past the embarrassment and humility. His shaft stood tall and proud, curved slightly upwards towards his tummy. His balls were tight from the open air and the anticipation. This particular area of the male anatomy perhaps didn’t age as well as others, but to you, Brian’s wrinkles were beautiful, on every part of his body. As was his greyish hair. Brian’s body was gorgeous because it was him.

“Baby...” he whined, thrusting his hips slightly into the air. You were so close to his manhood and he wanted you. Brian was never one to wait.

A devilish smile crossed your lips. You’d give him what he wanted, but only after you were finished.

“I love your cock Daddy.” The temptation to give his tip a kitten lick was too much, even as Brian swore a blue streak between clenched teeth. You felt his legs tense below you as he struggled to keep himself still. “It’s so big. It fills me up and makes my mind numb with the stretch.” You gripped around his shaft loosely and pulled, nice and slow, dragging and teasing up his length. “And you fuck me so hard... God I can’t get enough.”

Brian’s breathing was hard and fast, and his poor prick flushed and leaked before you. “Yes darling,” he panted, “And you take it so fucking well.” Your tongue circled his rosy tip and he groaned. “Please!"

He practically whimpered when you left that area, moving up past his aching cock to the rest of him.

“I’m not done yet Daddy,” you said, much calmer than you felt. “First I have to make sure you understand that you, here, NOW, is what I most want in the world.”

“I get it Y/N-”

“I don’t think you do.”

The silence that followed your words echoed, and all you could hear were your two breaths. You crawled further up his form so that your legs brushed against his and your head rested above his middle.

“You’re more attractive to me now than you ever have been Daddy.” You said the kink again, fueling both your lusts, and making it obvious that his age was far from a problem. “And those changes you’re not so fond of... well... I need to teach you how to love them like I do.”

Your small hands smoothed the skin on either side of his stomach, rubbing circles and squeezing his flesh softly. The intimacy, the absolute vulnerable softness of this area of his body was a major weakness of yours, and it made you tremble inside and out. Your lips were drawn to his tummy, and barely left it even as you spoke.

“I’d love you at any shape, you know... you’re amazingly fit and strong and sexy.” You peppered kisses all over his torso, especially on the faded surgical scar on his front, and the delicious line of hair below his naval. “But I rather like this one.”

Brian had gone quiet while you tended to this area. You could feel the tension in his muscles- left both from the nerves of close inspection and from your teasing the moment before- but with every kiss some of it dissipated.

“And it upsets me to know that you’re ever self-conscious because you don’t look exactly like you used to.”

Brian took a deep, shuddering inhale through his sculpted nose. His hands found your hips again, and squeezed tight. “I know darling... I’m sorry.”

Your head shook. “No Bri, it’s okay. You don’t need to be sorry.” You rounded off your praises by lavishing more kisses where he needed them most. “It’s just something we can work on, ‘kay?”

You pulled away from his skin in time to see him nod, and catch a glimpse at the swell of grateful tears in his hazel eyes. It both broke and warmed your heart. To see him like this was the sweetest torture, because you knew you could help him with it.

“Besides,” you continued, “I know you’re NOT self-conscious about this...” your fingers walked up to his broad chest, “...are you? Mr. Unbuttoned.”

Brian did smile then, at your goofiness. “No...” he forced a chuckle, “I guess not.”

“Mmm hmm.” You grumbled and spread your hands out through the light spattering of chest hair. “I love how you like to show your chest off. You should; it’s gorgeous.” Brian blushed even deeper, if it was possible, as if you were just now discovering this secret vanity. “And so wonderfully masculine.”

Your fingers played with the necklaces on his skin as your eyes trailed up to his shoulders. “In fact,” you went on, “That’s something else I particularly love.”

His fuzzy shoulders and upper arms drove you mad with want most times of the day. They were snuggly to feel against your skin, and sexy to stare at when he was bare chested. Soft brown and dark grey curls covered his flesh- so attractive that your tongue darted out to lick your lips.

“Your shoulders drive me crazy, as does all your hair- there and everywhere. And that, I know, hasn’t always been the same either.”

When you looked back at his face, you discovered Brian’s eyes were still locked on yours. “Really baby girl?” He couldn’t seem to believe you cared this much about the hair that had grown as he’d aged.

“I’m serious!”, you replied- almost a little embarrassed yourself now. “There’s something so fucking sexy about it! About YOU.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, rubbing your cheek on the same shoulder hair you were discussing. You couldn’t explain the sheer, deep, masculine attraction it created in you. HE created in you. You just knew you liked it. And he seemed to accept that.

“Well darling,” Brian murmured, placing a hand on the back of your head, “I appreciate you saying that.”

The rolling in your gut slowed as you felt the caress of his big hand, and the stroking of his long fingers through your hair. You were fully aware of the brief switch back to the normal dynamics between the two of you, and while it was a nice to fall back into comfortability for a moment, you were eager to finish the night like you’d stared it.

You moved your head back up, now overtop him, face to face. “Let me finish making you feel good Bri. I want you to know how I feel.”

“You aren’t done yet?” Brian’s grin was the most attractive thing you’d ever seen.

“Not quite.” You stuck your tongue out in front of him. “I also love your nose. It’s the perfect, most striking shape. As strong and glorious as you are.” Your lips found the object in question, and you delighted in kissing down the bridge as he chuckled below you. It seemed Brian was finally enjoying your comments: allowing himself to relax and appreciate what you were trying to do. Perhaps the little break had done some good.

“And these expressive brows tease me to no end.” You smoothed your thumbs over his bushy eyebrows and planted a wet kiss in the space between them.

At the same time, you finally lowered your hips and allowed your core to make contact with Brian’s erection, grinding on his hardness as you doted on his face.

Brian groaned low as soon as he felt you against him. “You’re seriously blaming me of being a tease right now?”

You ignored him, and shut him up with a hand in his hair. “Patience Daddy.” You didn’t miss the hitch in his breath, and straddled his thighs wider, pressing yourself harder down on his groin. “I love your full, gorgeous, white curls. You always look so beautiful, especially when they catch the lights.” Brian groaned as you tightened your fingers. “You look regal and powerful, drawing every single fucking eye in the room every time. I practically melt when you so much as glance at me.”

As soon as your hand left Brian’s hair, it traveled down between your two sweaty bodies. You dragged along his soft skin until you felt coarse curls down below, and then you sought your prize. Your small hand wrapped around his cock as best it could with the angle and sheer girth of him. And Brian’s moans increased in volume. He was clearly leaking now, all over your hand and stomach.

His hands ran up and down your bare sides, pulling at the panties you were still wearing, but not removing them. You were in charge tonight, and Brian was waiting for you to tell him he could.

“I love the feel of your big, talented hands. How they completely engulf mine. How beautiful your long fingers are.” At the mention of his hands, he squeezed you tight and pulled you down against him harder, growing increasingly desperate for release. His insistence spurred you on even further.

“I love how possessive you are Daddy. How you keep me safe, and make sure everyone knows I’m yours. I get giddy when you want to hold me close or show me off... It makes me feel special.”

“You are special Y/N,” Brian rumbled, and you could feet his hot hardness against you. “I was wrong to push you away. Now please can we just-”

“No. Wait.”

The loud whimper of frustration that came from his chest set fire to your insides. He was such a needy thing, and you desperately wanted to give in, but it would just be a little longer.

“I love these smiley lines,” you pecked the wrinkles on the outside of each captivating eye, “and I love you smooth, wonderful voice. You can sing so sweetly, and still scream like a sexy beast. Multi-talented and multi-faceted.”

Finally you captured Brian’s lips and had a proper kiss- exploring and falling into his eager mouth. Even when he was writhing below you, following your lead, he was able to steal your breath completely. The man was irresistible. When you did eventually pull away, it took you a moment to gather yourself.

“I love your soft lips, and the passion you use them with.” You looked into his deep eyes. “I love all of you Brian. NOBODY can change that. So if you want me, I’m here. Don’t leave me for my sake... because everything you give, I crave, and everything you can’t doesn’t matter. YOU are gorgeous. YOU are who I need. And don’t say you don’t deserve all this, because you do.”

Brian’s pupils flicked all over your face, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to look at most. You could feel his heart beat below you, and the movements of his chest.

“Oh Y/N... you darling girl. Please know I was only ever motivated by what’s best for you.” Brian panted as you continued to stroke his cock, bucking up against what you gave him physically, and praising what you’d just done emotionally. “I wouldn’t let you go for the world.”

You were vibrating, shaking with wonder and delight and LOVE for the man below you. You wanted to be with him: to give him so MUCH that he’d never feel down again. You knew with a man like Brian- so often stuck in his head- that it was impossible, but that didn’t stop you from craving it. His words were touching. More than you ever dreamed would be possible even a week ago, but you were waiting for something special. Something you’d told him dozens of times in the last hour, and that your own ears had only heard once.

You were drawn to his lips once more, and the searing kiss that followed told of those words. His feel, his taste... everything was perfect as he leaned up into you, still grinding his shaft against your hand. Brian was desperate for you, needing you, and whining into your mouth. When you had to breathe you did so, resting close with your cheek on his and your bare chests touching.

Brian’s voice was hushed and breathless when it traveled the short distance to your ear, brushing along your skin. “I love you.”

And then you kissed him again, even harder.

Things got hot and heavy fast, and as Brian bucked up into your body, you knew you were in this together. You were made for each other; there was no resisting the pull.

He pawed at your panties again, and this time you helped him pull them down.

Brian growled. “Fuck darling, I need you now baby."

You had to step off him briefly to discard the wet underwear, and the desperate look in his eyes made your stomach roll. As soon as was humanly possible you were back on him, but lower, running your hands over his hips and thighs, teasing his leaking cock.

“Please...” Brian begged, shaking his head on the mattress with his eyes closed and his neck bared.

Your mouth watered at the sight, and you could only say one thing as you stroked his length. “You’re so gorgeous Daddy.” And that was it for Bri.

“Y/N!” he cried, high and sharp, and something in his eyes told you it was enough teasing.

You leaned close enough to smell his wonderful, unforgettable musk. The loud sigh of pleasure and relief that came from Brian as you mouthed around the head of his cock curled deep inside you. He raised his hips subtly, feeding more of his shaft through your lips, and you responded by lowering yourself further. You took his cock, and all that he was.

As soon as you finally gave it to him, Brian shuddered his hips quickly, chasing the release he’d already built so long. He wasn’t as rough as usual, but you knew he wasn’t thinking clearly at this point- lost in the heavy lust and need and spinning from the praises tonight.

“I’m- I’m not gonna last sweetheart,” Brian stuttered between your ministrations and breathed heavy from open lips. “You feel so fucking good.”

Honestly, you were pretty close yourself, but tonight was about him.

With a plop and a wet sputter, you pulled off Brian’s cock. He moaned and cursed a litany of expletives as the cold air touched his wet skin, but it was short-lived. As soon as you were able you straddled his hips and lowered yourself, impaling your dripping cunt on his hard cock. It was rough and hasty, and the stretch burned despite ample lubrication, but it was what Brian needed.

“Fuck Daddy...” you groaned some choice words of your own from the sheer size and feel of him. Deep, hard and warm. Brian was your everything.

You did the work, bouncing on his cock as he chanted your name higher and higher, heedless of who could possibly be in the room next door. You wondered briefly if Sarina and Roger could hear... and the thought spurred your on with all the might and venom you felt towards the woman who’d hurt your lover so. You gave him everything you had, and drove him to the completion he so desired. So needed.

When the first burst of liquid heat hit your cervix, as deep as only Brian could reach, and he cried out in gravelly, overwhelmed ecstasy, you said it one more time.

“I love you.”

Brian’s release filled you as he writhed, and he finally opened his hooded eyes once the peak had passed. You stared deep at each other as his cock pulsed, and your pussy clenched around his softening girth. His lower lip had dropped open the whole time, forgotten in the pleasure and sensation. He looked fucking gorgeous.

And at that, a surprising tremor rippled through your core, and you came softly, silently fluttering around his seed and his cock. It was pleasant and sweet, and filled with such intense affection that you felt your eyes water.

Brian’s had the same glossy quality, and he blinked slowly to clear his vision. “I love you too Y/N.”

And the pressure in your chest was so strong you weren’t sure you what to do. You collapsed on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him close, breathing in his scent. Brian’s arms pressed against your back and held you snug: wanted and safe. You were exactly where you needed to be, where you belonged.

You and Brian simply stayed together, entwined and enraptured, and drifted off into floating thoughts, and eventually sleep. He was buried inside of you, and you were draped over his broad chest. It was perfect. It was right.

And nobody knew that better than the two of you.

Chapter 93: Making Things Right (Alternate)

Notes:

Non-daddy!kink chapter! Sorry it took me so long to get up! So much to do, so little time.

The temptation to strip then and there, in the changeroom after the show, was strong. Both you and Brian wanted it- each other- now, but a heavy kiss and a series of moans later, you shared a look. You knew it would be a bad idea to do anything here. It was too open, too risky. Besides, you wanted to worship Brian’s body tonight, and that was gonna take some time.

It wasn’t just a quick fuck. It wasn’t even a night of passion. Your connection with Brian was something deeper, and the understanding you could see in his eyes showed he wanted the same thing. You wanted to love each other. To say ‘screw the world’ and be together despite what was ‘proper’, or what was ‘best’ for either of you, as Sarina had so gently put it.

You needed to show Brian how much you wanted to be with him: over everything else and despite what you’d have to give up. Brian needed to stop controlling everything for once and let you make that decision. As you walked together to the car, and then sat with entwined arms in the back seat on the way to the hotel, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Your relationship had started with sex, and through that you’d found understanding and care. So when your hand wandered to Brian’s crotch and stroked lovingly, he smiled. And when his teeth left yet another mark on your neck, you groaned. Perhaps some would say that giving in to lust tonight was wrong. Unhealthy. An inappropriate time. But that was the whole point. You were still together because you couldn’t resist this pull. If Bri wanted your body tonight you were going to give it to him. The physicality- the concrete sensations of that decision- felt just as necessary as the reason. It was simply the way that he needed you.

You looked into his wide, open eyes as he led you to his room, and focused on the glimmer of doubt that still lingered: the small uncertainty that you would rid him of by the end of the night. It was as if, deep inside, he was still surprised that you were here, and that he couldn’t push you away.

Even as Brian smiled when you pawed at his shirt and pulled him towards the bed, you were reminded of the tears that had stained his round cheeks earlier. Fuck Sarina. Fuck anyone who thought you were ruining your life to be with Brian. He was what you wanted. You watched as he plopped down on the mattress and beamed when you ran over to join him- the enthusiasm spreading quickly in place of the sadness. Nothing could be wrong when you made him this happy.

And suddenly you were all over him. You climbed up over his lap so that your knees straddled his waist and you threw yourself into a kiss- loving the way you could feel his lips turn up at your desperation. Your tongues met, and for once Brian didn’t take control. He let you do as you pleased and moaned when you pushed against him harder, almost goading you to do more.

You kept pushing and he kept giving in, until you were so deep in the feel of him that you thought you were drowning. He was endless, drawing you in so you could never get enough. Your heart hammered; your lungs burned. Eventually you needed to breathe. When you pulled back and took a deep breath, watching as he licked his swollen lips, you wondered if this was how Brian felt, all those times he’d ended a searing kiss with you. You hadn’t even noticed that he was now flat on his back, curls spread out over the duvet with your legs straddling his body.

You were so caught up in the change of dynamics, that you stared with your mouth agape until Brian spoke.

“The toys are in the drawer,” he said, as breathless as you after the kiss. His chest was heaving below your thighs but he spoke as if expecting you to make use of the information. As if this was normal, and that was what you wanted to do.

You thought immediately of the flogger, with its little feather and strip of leather, and you fought a frown. Sure, Brian had teased you about it before, and certainly hinted that he wanted to make use of such a thing, but you couldn’t help but think this wasn’t the time. Your mind flashed to the other toys as well- nipple clamps and ties- and while the image of Brian moaning in torturous pleasure sent a surprising gush of arousal between your legs, that wasn’t what tonight was about. The tears were too fresh, the matter too delicate. You wanted to teach Brian a lesson about himself, but it was in no way a punishment.

You weren’t mad at him for trying to decide your life for you. In fact, it was almost sweet how much Sarina’s words had affected him. He clearly cared deeply about your best interests. He just needed to see himself through your eyes, and all would be fine.

You smiled down at the man of your dreams, and cocked your head. “I don’t think I want to use any of those tonight Bri... If that’s okay?”

Your voice went up at the end, still seeking permission, and Brian’s eyebrows rose in surprise. It was like he hadn’t even considered the possibility until now, but he was clearly more than okay with it. “Of course darling,” he soothed, reminding you that he had no expectations. “Whatever you want.”

And then he settled down into the mattress, making himself comfy and moving you atop him like your weight was nothing. The dark shine in his eyes was enough to drive you wild. Tonight you would prove just how right he was for you.

“What I want,” you said, looking at his eager, needy face, “Is to have you lay back and relax for a while, Sir, and let me take care of you for once.”

The title still seemed to fit, and it sent a thrill down your spine. Brian’s eyes sparkled mischievously but he did as you asked, readjusting himself between your legs. He was beautiful, the way his body seemed to stretch on and on across the bed. His hands came up to grip at your hips and rub small circles, which sent a shiver through your whole body. This man deserved everything.

“Have at it then darling,” he rumbled, and that was all you needed.

Your hands grabbed immediately for his plunging neckline, hastily undoing the buttons and pulling the material away from his creamy skin. You spread his top open on the mattress and kissed long strips up and down his hairy chest, unable to resist, and God you wanted more.

Soon his entire shirt was discarded- roughly and awkwardly with him lying down- but it didn’t matter, because now you could see his bare torso. So many praises jumped to your lips, bursting to be sorted and voiced. There was too much to make sense of, so you settled on “You’re gorgeous Brian,” and vowed to tell him each individual one before the night was through.

His cheeks were already starting to redden from your undivided attention, and the unmistakable flush of blood and arousal painted his chest down to the snug waistline of his jeans. As if on their own, your hands fumbled to his fly and freed his swelling bulge from its restraint. It was a satisfying pop as both his arousal and soft tummy were let loose at the same time. Delicious heat flowed along your spine at the sight of him: everything that he was.

“Fucking beautiful,” you couldn’t help but whisper, again, and your heart pounded as Brian struggled to help you rid him of his trousers. You loved his tight pants, but right now they were keeping you from those long bare legs.

You were so focused on Bri that you didn’t realise you were still fully clothed until you tugged the denim over his feet. But, seeking the expanse of sinewy muscle on display, your hands didn’t have time to strip your own clothes. They were busy pulling his socks off, and then slowly, reverently, dragging up his long thighs to hook under the straining briefs.

It seemed so long ago that the morning’s events had taken place: your head under the covers and his unwarranted embarrassment. Now... there seemed to be no such problem in sight, and Brian’s face was red for a whole other reason. The material filled out before your eyes, and because of your eyes. As Brian watched you watch him.

You placed a soft kiss over his cock, leaning down gently and caressing with open, wanting lips. You lingered as long as you could, savouring in the smell, the taste. When you sat back up you left a delightful wet patch on his briefs.

You took a deep breath, gave one last pet of his hardness, and leaned back to look in his eyes. Brian May- gorgeous and ethereal- shuddered below you. His chest heaved in short bursts of pleasure and anticipation. The movements made the light curls of hair stand out over his slick skin, like he was shining. The brightest light in your life: drawing you in like a desperate moth that couldn’t and wouldn’t get away.

You hooked your index fingers under his pants. You could hear your pulse pounding through your ears, and feel Brian’s thumping below you. His hazel eyes locked with yours, a silent confirmation that this was what he wanted. Needed. You nodded, and Brian, after a moment of hesitation, lifted his hips.

That way you could remove the last remaining item of clothing, giving you his full, naked body to love, praise and worship like you so desperately wanted to do.

You looked at Brian- ALL of Brian. All the lines of his beauty, all the unmistakable signs of his full life. And you suddenly fought back a tear. How could this man ever think he was wrong for you? He was all you ever wanted.

Those eyes. Brian’s soft, expressive eyes and brow told you all you needed to know. He was in disbelief, overcome: slowly accepting the fact that you wanted this relationship as much as he did. You were the one making the decisions tonight, and it did nothing to change the deep-seated compulsion you both felt. The change in dynamics was important after the fears that had overtaken his mind. This way, Brian knew that you were making your own choices in your life, and no matter the cost- no matter what Sarina had said- you wanted him. He didn’t need to save you from himself.

“You’re stunning, you know.” You said the words with awe, reveling in the way his breath hitched and his cheeks flushed deeper. His reaction made you want to praise every little thing about him. “I wouldn’t change a single thing.”

You threw your own tight shirt off so you could feel his skin against yours for the remainder of your night. Upon seeing Brian’s pleading eyes, your bra soon joined it. His grateful smile was worth it, even if it was a bit smug. You couldn’t help but be far too indulgent with the man.

“No Y/N,” he drawled, looking fondly at your bare assets, “You’re the stunning one.” He reached up from your hips to grab at your chest, cupping and squeezing as he wanted, content and pleased with your body atop his. It was almost a flippant comment when he mumbled, “I’m well past my best date.”

You felt his large, rough hands against your skin, and you disagreed whole heartedly. He couldn’t be allowed to play with your tits if he talked of himself that way. Your hands gripped his and stilled them, drawing them off your skin.

Your voice was tender, if a bit exasperated. “Stop saying things like that Bri.”

He let you stop his hands, but looked at you with a bit of surprise. His brows furrowed as he glanced up at your face again. “Oh... sorry darling. I wasn’t...” He trailed off, knowing that his first-instinct explanation wouldn’t be accepted. He brought it up far too often to pass it off as in insincere joke. A moment later, he swallowed and rephrased. “I didn’t think you minded.”

“Of course I mind. That silly notion- that you’re somehow not good enough- is what got us into this mess tonight. You are good for me. The BEST. Sarina is wrong.”

Your eyes sought out his, but as his pupils scanned your face and then darted to the side, you took a long sigh. There was too much doubt there, too much uncertainty. It was time to get to work.

You crawled off him and stood up, backing away to remove your jeans. When Brian propped is elbows to sit and seek you out again, you opened your mouth quickly to stop him.

“No. Don’t move.”

Your strong words rang through the room, and Brian immediately stilled. He lied back down on the mattress with a nervous tremor. You had to fight the urge to let him get up and touch you again, but that's not what he needed.

You threw your pants over by your shirt. “I love every single thing about you, and I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

The room heated with anticipation as you stalked towards him on the bed. Your greedy hands reached out for the first point of contact- his bare feet sticking out over the edge of the mattress- and your fingers slotted around his ankles. “I love your feet Brian- how they bounce and point when you play. I love that they stick off the end of the bed.” Your lips brushed the top of each foot. “And I love sitting between them.”

Brian shuddered a bit at that, and let out a shaky moan that went straight to your core. You ran your hands up from his ankles, along his long hairy calves, and over each wonderful knee to rest on his strong thighs. There, you bent to place more kisses, tickling your cheeks on his body fur.

“I adore your long, gorgeous legs. So slim, so strong. They feel just right when I sit on your lap and everyone can see who I belong to.”

You both sounded your own groans then, and Brian swore under his breath. “Fuck Y/N...”

“They make you so fucking tall...” You interrupted him, and for the first time, squirming from your praises, Brian didn’t admonish you. “I love how big you are. How you can stare down at me, pick me up, throw me around.” You took a deep breath, clenching your sex just thinking about it. “It’s so god damn hot when I get to suck your cock and these-” you kissed his thigh again- “fucking-” you kissed the other one- “LEGS stretch on so long they’re the only things I can see.”

At this point, you were wet beyond belief from getting to explore Brian’s body. He really was exquisite. You almost couldn’t breathe with the sight of him stretched out below you: every curve and plain. Your arms bracketed the snake-like lines of his hips, and Brian purred when you leaned in close to his cock.

He was ready for you: large, swollen, shining. Red enough that you could feel how desperate he was. How good your praises had made him feel, deep down inside past the embarrassment and humility. His shaft stood tall and proud, curved slightly upwards towards his tummy. His balls were tight from the open air and the anticipation. This particular area of the male anatomy perhaps didn’t age as well as others, but to you, Brian’s wrinkles were beautiful, on every part of his body. As was his greyish hair. Brian’s body was gorgeous because it was him.

“Baby...” he whined, thrusting his hips slightly into the air. You were so close to his manhood and he wanted you. Brian was never one to wait.

A devilish smile crossed your lips. You’d give him what he wanted, but only after you were finished.

“I love your cock Sir.” The temptation to give his tip a kitten lick was too much, even as Brian swore a blue streak between clenched teeth. You felt his legs tense below you as he struggled to keep himself still. “It’s so big. It fills me up and makes my mind numb with the stretch.” You gripped around his shaft loosely and pulled, nice and slow, dragging and teasing up his length. “And you fuck me so hard... God I can’t get enough.”

Brian’s breathing was hard and fast, and his poor prick flushed and leaked before you. “Yes darling,” he panted, “And you take it so fucking well.” Your tongue circled his rosy tip and he groaned. “Please!"

He practically whimpered when you left that area, moving up past his aching cock to the rest of him.

“I’m not done yet Bri,” you said, much calmer than you felt. “First I have to make sure you understand that you, here, NOW, is what I most want in the world.”

“I get it Y/N-”

“I don’t think you do.”

The silence that followed your words echoed, and all you could hear were your two breaths. You crawled further up his form so that your legs brushed against his and your head rested above his middle.

“You’re more attractive to me now than you ever have been.” You practically moaned the words, fueling both your lusts, and making it obvious that his age was far from a problem. “And those changes you’re not so fond of... well... I need to teach you how to love them like I do.”

Your small hands smoothed the skin on either side of his stomach, rubbing circles and squeezing his flesh softly. The intimacy, the absolute vulnerable softness of this area of his body was a major weakness of yours, and it made you tremble inside and out. Your lips were drawn to his tummy, and barely left it even as you spoke.

“I’d love you at any shape, you know... you’re amazingly fit and strong and sexy.” You peppered kisses all over his torso, especially on the faded surgical scar on his front, and the delicious line of hair below his naval. “But I rather like this one.”

Brian had gone quiet while you tended to this area. You could feel the tension in his muscles- left both from the nerves of close inspection and from your teasing the moment before- but with every kiss some of it dissipated.

“And it upsets me to know that you’re ever self-conscious because you don’t look exactly like you used to.”

Brian took a deep, shuddering inhale through his sculpted nose. His hands found your hips again, and squeezed tight. “I know darling... I’m sorry.”

Your head shook. “No Bri, it’s okay. You don’t need to be sorry.” You rounded off your praises by lavishing more kisses where he needed them most. “It’s just something we can work on, ‘kay?”

You pulled away from his skin in time to see him nod, and catch a glimpse at the swell of grateful tears in his hazel eyes. It both broke and warmed your heart. To see him like this was the sweetest torture, because you knew you could help him with it.

“Besides,” you continued, “I know you’re NOT self-conscious about this...” your fingers walked up to his broad chest, “...are you? Mr. Unbuttoned.”

Brian did smile then, at your goofiness. “No...” he forced a chuckle, “I guess not.”

“Mmm hmm.” You grumbled and spread your hands out through the light spattering of chest hair. “I love how you like to show your chest off. You should; it’s gorgeous.” Brian blushed even deeper, if it was possible, as if you were just now discovering this secret vanity. “And so wonderfully masculine.”

Your fingers played with the necklaces on his skin as your eyes trailed up to his shoulders. “In fact,” you went on, “That’s something else I particularly love.”

His fuzzy shoulders and upper arms drove you mad with want most times of the day. They were snuggly to feel against your skin, and sexy to stare at when he was bare chested. Soft brown and dark grey curls covered his flesh- so attractive that your tongue darted out to lick your lips.

“Your shoulders drive me crazy, as does all your hair- there and everywhere. And that, I know, hasn’t always been the same either.”

When you looked back at his face, you discovered Brian’s eyes were still locked on yours. “Really baby girl?” He couldn’t seem to believe you cared this much about the hair that had grown as he’d aged.

“I’m serious!”, you replied- almost a little embarrassed yourself now. “There’s something so fucking sexy about it! About YOU.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, rubbing your cheek on the same shoulder hair you were discussing. You couldn’t explain the sheer, deep, masculine attraction it created in you. HE created in you. You just knew you liked it. And he seemed to accept that.

“Well darling,” Brian murmured, placing a hand on the back of your head, “I appreciate you saying that.”

The rolling in your gut slowed as you felt the caress of his big hand, and the stroking of his long fingers through your hair. You were fully aware of the brief switch back to the normal dynamics between the two of you, and while it was a nice to fall back into comfortability for a moment, you were eager to finish the night like you’d stared it.

You moved your head back up, now overtop him, face to face. “Let me finish making you feel good Bri. I want you to know how I feel.”

“You aren’t done yet?” Brian’s grin was the most attractive thing you’d ever seen.

“Not quite.” You stuck your tongue out in front of him. “I also love your nose. It’s the perfect, most striking shape. As strong and glorious as you are.” Your lips found the object in question, and you delighted in kissing down the bridge as he chuckled below you. It seemed Brian was finally enjoying your comments: allowing himself to relax and appreciate what you were trying to do. Perhaps the little break had done some good.

“And these expressive brows tease me to no end.” You smoothed your thumbs over his bushy eyebrows and planted a wet kiss in the space between them.

At the same time, you finally lowered your hips and allowed your core to make contact with Brian’s erection, grinding on his hardness as you doted on his face.

Brian groaned low as soon as he felt you against him. “You’re seriously blaming me of being a tease right now?”

You ignored him, and shut him up with a hand in his hair. “Patience Bri.” You didn’t miss the hitch in his breath, and straddled his thighs wider, pressing yourself harder down on his groin. “I love your full, gorgeous, white curls. You always look so beautiful, especially when they catch the lights.” Brian groaned as you tightened your fingers. “You look regal and powerful, drawing every single fucking eye in the room every time. I practically melt when you so much as glance at me.”

As soon as your hand left Brian’s hair, it traveled down between your two sweaty bodies. You dragged along his soft skin until you felt coarse curls down below, and then you sought your prize. Your small hand wrapped around his cock as best it could with the angle and sheer girth of him. And Brian’s moans increased in volume. He was clearly leaking now, all over your hand and stomach.

His hands ran up and down your bare sides, pulling at the panties you were still wearing, but not removing them. You were in charge tonight, and Brian was waiting for you to tell him he could.

“I love the feel of your big, talented hands. How they completely engulf mine. How beautiful your long fingers are.” At the mention of his hands, he squeezed you tight and pulled you down against him harder, growing increasingly desperate for release. His insistence spurred you on even further.

“I love how possessive you are. How you keep me safe, and make sure everyone knows I’m yours. I get giddy when you want to hold me close or show me off... It makes me feel special.”

“You are special Y/N,” Brian rumbled, and you could feet his hot hardness against you. “I was wrong to push you away. Now please can we just-”

“No. Wait.”

The loud whimper of frustration that came from his chest set fire to your insides. He was such a needy thing, and you desperately wanted to give in, but it would just be a little longer.

“I love these smiley lines,” you pecked the wrinkles on the outside of each captivating eye, “and I love you smooth, wonderful voice. You can sing so sweetly, and still scream like a sexy beast. Multi-talented and multi-faceted.”

Finally you captured Brian’s lips and had a proper kiss- exploring and falling into his eager mouth. Even when he was writhing below you, following your lead, he was able to steal your breath completely. The man was irresistible. When you did eventually pull away, it took you a moment to gather yourself.

“I love your soft lips, and the passion you use them with.” You looked into his deep eyes. “I love all of you Brian. NOBODY can change that. So if you want me, I’m here. Don’t leave me for my sake... because everything you give, I crave, and everything you can’t doesn’t matter. YOU are gorgeous. YOU are who I need. And don’t say you don’t deserve all this, because you do.”

Brian’s pupils flicked all over your face, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to look at most. You could feel his heart beat below you, and the movements of his chest.

“Oh Y/N... you darling girl. Please know I was only ever motivated by what’s best for you.” Brian panted as you continued to stroke his cock, bucking up against what you gave him physically, and praising what you’d just done emotionally. “I wouldn’t let you go for the world.”

You were vibrating, shaking with wonder and delight and LOVE for the man below you. You wanted to be with him: to give him so MUCH that he’d never feel down again. You knew with a man like Brian- so often stuck in his head- that it was impossible, but that didn’t stop you from craving it. His words were touching. More than you ever dreamed would be possible even a week ago, but you were waiting for something special. Something you’d told him dozens of times in the last hour, and that your own ears had only heard once.

You were drawn to his lips once more, and the searing kiss that followed told of those words. His feel, his taste... everything was perfect as he leaned up into you, still grinding his shaft against your hand. Brian was desperate for you, needing you, and whining into your mouth. When you had to breathe you did so, resting close with your cheek on his and your bare chests touching.

Brian’s voice was hushed and breathless when it traveled the short distance to your ear, brushing along your skin. “I love you.”

And then you kissed him again, even harder.

Things got hot and heavy fast, and as Brian bucked up into your body, you knew you were in this together. You were made for each other; there was no resisting the pull.

He pawed at your panties again, and this time you helped him pull them down.

Brian growled. “Fuck darling, I need you now baby."

You had to step off him briefly to discard the wet underwear, and the desperate look in his eyes made your stomach roll. As soon as was humanly possible you were back on him, but lower, running your hands over his hips and thighs, teasing his leaking cock.

“Please...” Brian begged, shaking his head on the mattress with his eyes closed and his neck bared.

Your mouth watered at the sight, and you could only say one thing as you stroked his length. “You’re so gorgeous Dr. May.” And that was it for Bri.

“Y/N!” he cried, high and sharp, and something in his eyes told you it was enough teasing.

You leaned close enough to smell his wonderful, unforgettable musk. The loud sigh of pleasure and relief that came from Brian as you mouthed around the head of his cock curled deep inside you. He raised his hips subtly, feeding more of his shaft through your lips, and you responded by lowering yourself further. You took his cock, and all that he was.

As soon as you finally gave it to him, Brian shuddered his hips quickly, chasing the release he’d already built so long. He wasn’t as rough as usual, but you knew he wasn’t thinking clearly at this point- lost in the heavy lust and need and spinning from the praises tonight.

“I’m- I’m not gonna last sweetheart,” Brian stuttered between your ministrations and breathed heavy from open lips. “You feel so fucking good.”

Honestly, you were pretty close yourself, but tonight was about him.

With a plop and a wet sputter, you pulled off Brian’s cock. He moaned and cursed a litany of expletives as the cold air touched his wet skin, but it was short-lived. As soon as you were able you straddled his hips and lowered yourself, impaling your dripping cunt on his hard cock. It was rough and hasty, and the stretch burned despite ample lubrication, but it was what Brian needed.

“Fuck Bri...” you groaned some choice words of your own from the sheer size and feel of him. Deep, hard and warm. Brian was your everything.

You did the work, bouncing on his cock as he chanted your name higher and higher, heedless of who could possibly be in the room next door. You wondered briefly if Sarina and Roger could hear... and the thought spurred your on with all the might and venom you felt towards the woman who’d hurt your lover so. You gave him everything you had, and drove him to the completion he so desired. So needed.

When the first burst of liquid heat hit your cervix, as deep as only Brian could reach, and he cried out in gravelly, overwhelmed ecstasy, you said it one more time.

“I love you.”

Brian’s release filled you as he writhed, and he finally opened his hooded eyes once the peak had passed. You stared deep at each other as his cock pulsed, and your pussy clenched around his softening girth. His lower lip had dropped open the whole time, forgotten in the pleasure and sensation. He looked fucking gorgeous.

And at that, a surprising tremor rippled through your core, and you came softly, silently fluttering around his seed and his cock. It was pleasant and sweet, and filled with such intense affection that you felt your eyes water.

Brian’s had the same glossy quality, and he blinked slowly to clear his vision. “I love you too Y/N.”

And the pressure in your chest was so strong you weren’t sure you what to do. You collapsed on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him close, breathing in his scent. Brian’s arms pressed against your back and held you snug: wanted and safe. You were exactly where you needed to be, where you belonged.

You and Brian simply stayed together, entwined and enraptured, and drifted off into floating thoughts, and eventually sleep. He was buried inside of you, and you were draped over his broad chest. It was perfect. It was right.

And nobody knew that better than the two of you.

Chapter 94: A Last Quiet Moment

Notes:

Hi guys!! Here's another chapter for you <3

Boring personal stuff that you aren't here to read under the cut: I'm sorry to burden you with it but I feel like I need to explain the delay.

Sorry it took so long. I'm not sure if I'm proud of it or not, but I needed to finish something. Recently I haven't been a very good place personally- like I was invisible to my family and friends, what I created didn't matter, and that no matter how hard I try I won't be able to reach my goals. That there's a part of ME that always holds me back, makes me excluded. It's hard to describe and I had a nice good cry pre-Valentine's day, and through the "ashes" comes this chapter. So maybe it's weird, but it made me feel better.

Now PLEASE don't leave excessive comments about this- It's not DBM's pity party ;p. I want to hear what you have to say about the CHAPTER! Maybe I just had to tell somebody. I'm not usually someone who struggles with thoughts like this, but I guess the prospect of more long months in this pandemic world is getting to me. I thought I'd BE something by now.

It was early when you woke up: still dark and quiet. You’d probably only slept a few hours. Untangling yourself from long limbs, a quick glance at the bedside clock confirmed your suspicions. It was 4 am.

You could still feel Brian’s release between your legs. It brought back pleasant memories of the earlier passion- how good he’d felt under you, inside you. How flustered he’d grown as you explored and praised his body. You listened to the light snoring beside you and your heart clenched. He was so solid. HUGE. Even in the large bed. And yet that soft, tender side drove you equally as crazy. You were infatuated with every facet of the wonderful, intriguing man beside you.

You thought you’d best get up and clean yourself- lest you be punished again for your foolishness where Brian was concerned. He was sleeping sound enough that you doubted you’d wake him.

The room was cold against your naked skin, and walking brought that now familiar twinge Brian left you with. A slight soreness in your intimate area that he couldn’t help but cause, even if you’d done it yourself this time. There was a certain part of you that rather liked it, and the subtle stirring of your insides confirmed just that. You loved the size difference more than you cared to admit.

The porcelain seat was just as chilly as the air, and after concluding your business you felt the sudden urge for a warm shower. It wouldn’t compare to Brian’s heat, but you simply couldn’t resist. And it would leave you with more time once he woke up.

You let out a quiet sigh as you stepped under the heat; the cascade of hot water felt wonderous on your skin. The gentle stream of the room’s luxurious shower soothed your sore muscles and the lingering bruises that dotted your skin. Being with a possessive rockstar certainly left its mark... or rather Brian left his. You weren’t sure if it was healthy to crave his rough fingerprints and bite marks as much as you did, but you loved the way they made you feel. They were the lasting, physical reminders of how much he wanted you, and how fully you belonged to him.

You’d just finished shampooing your hair and were admiring the tender pain you felt when pressing against your own marked skin, when a soft thump grabbed your attention. Moments later the shower door opened and you flattened against the wall as another, much larger, naked body joined you.

Brian grumbled and fumbled against you, still half asleep, and leaned down to capture your lips before he said a word. It was hard not to melt immediately. You adored the way he crowded your space: filling up the large shower stall more than he had any right to and kissing you because he felt like it. It was sloppy and gentle. A loving, appreciative caress as the warm water rained down on your two bodies- so different from one another, but fitting together perfectly.

As soon as he pulled back Brian’s gravelly, tired tenor bounced softly off the walls- light and airy. “For a moment I thought you’d left me”

You blinked up at him through the water, not believing what you’d just heard so soon after showing him your true intentions. “Are you serious?” You voice was still squeaky from sleep.

Brian left you a moment before smirking down at your form. “No,” he grinned, and your chest relaxed. “I think you proved last night that there’s no way I’m getting rid of you.” The amused expression on his face was a little too much after you fell for his tease, so you had to lift up onto your toes and kiss it off him.

“That’s right Bri. I’m not going anywhere.”

His lips didn’t taste much of anything, but what was there was entirely him. Soft, supple, imploring. Brian always kissed you like he needed it. You enjoyed the movements of him against you: the big hands that drew down your back to the curve of your bottom, the warm tongue that tempted yours, and the fuzzy, wet chest that leaned against your front.

When Brian eventually released you and took a step back, you were finally able to see him properly. Your eyes roamed up his large form and your breath hitched. The curls of hair on his upper body were darker than usual, with the grey strengthened by the water. His long mane remained white- fighting to stay in its usual cloud shape under the stream. Your thighs clenched as you took in the round curve of his tummy, and the supple folds that formed just above it when he bent down to look at you. You didn’t think you’d ever get over just how bloody beautiful he was.

And Brian could tell, because he smiled at you as you stood with your mouth open, and his eyes sparkled as much as yours did. He even gave a little chuckle as you looked at him, and winked, which made your insides flip.

For his part, Brian couldn’t seem to stop looking at YOU. As always, his eyes were drawn to the marks he’d left earlier. Wide pupils and deep breaths told of the pleasure he received in viewing them. In how you welcomed them- loved them. In the fact that you were his. The slight tenderness that accompanied the bruises and hickies was a poignant reminder every minute of every day.

“I didn’t mean to wake you Bri,” you said softly. “Sorry.”

Water dripped as he shook his head. “No apology necessary darling- don't worry about it.” He paused a moment to help wash the shampoo from your hair. “I rather wanted to join you.”

You felt a wide smile tug at the edges of your mouth as you enjoyed the feeling of his hands on your scalp. “I’m very happy you did.”

Your contagious grin spread to Brian’s lips and you relaxed together under the water.

“I wanted to thank you for last night Y/N,” he continued, rinsing the last suds from your hair. “You were... really amazing, ya know. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it.”

The tight, bursting feeling in your chest was back full-force. You thought of just how many women, and potentially men, Brian had been with. He surely knew everything there was to know about sex and intimacy. But here he was, fumbling over his words, thanking you for the care you’d shown a few hours ago. You ached to learn that he hadn’t been properly loved and appreciated the way he deserved.

“Oh Bri-”

“It’s not very often that a man my age gets to feel good about himself... like that.”

You paused and looked up at him, making sure he was done this time before speaking. “I’m more than happy to show you again, any time.” You cocked your head to the side and admired him once more, remembering how you got to explore his wonderful body. “Let’s just say there were numerous fantasies fulfilled last night. YOU make me feel good too Bri, every time you look at me that certain way- with those dark eyes. Better than I ever have before.”

Brian chuckled at how breathy your voice was getting when you spoke of how he made you melt and tremble inside. “Yes Y/N, and I'm glad, but you’re beautiful.”

“As are you Bri...” you grabbed on to his forearms, “We talked about this.”

He breathed out through his nose and lowered his gaze to the shower drain, a self-deprecating smile on his lips. “I know.” And then his hazel eyes flicked up to yours, and you could see the humour in them. “Something to work on.”

He repeated your words from earlier, and your heart clenched. Pure heat and light radiated along your veins, sizzling along your spine. You loved him. All that was left was for him to love himself.

Brian started on the conditioner. He massaged it into your hair with gentle strokes and let the excess run down your shoulders, smoothing over them with his big hands. You hummed into the feeling of him, and apart from those sounds and the noise of the shower, you passed the time in pleasant silence for a while. It was deliciously easy to get lost with his fingers on your skin.

Once your hair was done, Brian started on his own (as it was too hard for you to reach). You washed his back at the same time, soaping over the beautiful curls of fuzz that covered him. He really was a wonderfully hairy thing- but not too covered. You could still see his tempting, milky skin. It was impossible not to place a few kisses while you worked.

As he was scrubbing his gorgeous white curls, Brian yawned, and you bit your lip at how adorable it was.

“It’s a very early morning for you Bri.” You stated the observation in a slightly teasing tone, hinting at his usual night-owl tendencies. Once a rock star, always a rock star.

He finished the yawn with a laugh. “Yes- hideously early.” Your hands dropped from his back as he turned to face you, and his eyes retained some light-heartedness for you to share. Briefly, before it faded away. “But I wanted to enjoy this time now, because there’s going to be trouble in the morning.”

His pupils pierced into yours, and you knew he wanted to make sure you understood. You’d made your choice very clear last night, and Brian had accepted it. You were inexplicably tied- meant for each other. You were both better when the other was near. As you’d told Brian, you didn’t want anything more than him. But with that choice came struggle. Your eyes watered at what your love meant for him: at the difficulties it was going to cause.

You nodded, and Brian sighed, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Sarina’s not going to be happy, that’s for sure. And An-” he couldn’t finish the name, “My wi-” Again Brian stopped and shook his head. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Your heart broke as you watched him face his emotions. The very situation that had led to so many powerful songs from his hand, reared its head again. Brian loved too openly and too frequently. And you were pretty sure he’d tried hard not to let it happen with you. If you didn’t believe wholeheartedly that your presence helped him, you would let him go. All you knew was that he needed you, and that you’d be there for him in any way you could.

You wrapped your smaller arms around his form as best you were able, and pressed your warmth against his. “I know you still love her Bri.” He shuddered as you said the words, but there was no accusation in them. “Whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you one hundred percent.”

You didn’t know if you’d just resigned yourself to be a secret, kept woman, a mistress, or a public home-wrecker, but you’d take whatever brunt was necessary to make it as easy as possible for Brian. A life in the public eye was fraught with danger. You weren’t sure if acknowledging the other woman in Brian’s life was good of you, or if it was disgusting and degrading that you didn’t require he get a divorce. Was it immoral to throw your dignity away for his sake? Was it weak to--

Big arms squeezed you tight, and a soft tenor answered your earlier statement, interrupting your torrid mind. “Not like I love you.”

And didn’t your chest just burst, taking the unpleasant thoughts with it.

...

You and Brian drew out the shower as long as possible, and went back to bed wrapped in each other’s clean bodies. Neither bothered with clothes, much to the benefit of the opposite. Brian slotted you against his chest with your head tucked into his neck and your back pressed against him. His skin against yours was like a soft, velvet caress. You spooned tight and drifted off to a light sleep until about 9am, feeling safe in his arms no matter what problems awaited.

Then Brian announced he wanted to take you to breakfast- to enjoy the last morning in New York. He’d made the reservation a few days ago and wanted to make use of it no matter what was going on. It was an idea you could fully get behind. Getting out of the hotel and distanced from the rest of the crew would most likely be for the best right now, and you especially wanted to avoid Sarina. Maybe, like the shower, it was only delaying the inevitable, but you weren't ready to face THAT just yet. So you slipped on the cute red dress Brian gave you all those nights ago, and he partially buttoned another bright shirt, and you left out the door together with his clever disguise-hat in your bag.

The hallway was clear as you exited and you made your way to the waiting car with no hassle. Allan was there to greet you as usual. As you were waving in his direction you found yourself wondering, not for the first time, if Brian even remembered how to drive himself. And then you smiled- because you honestly couldn’t tell- and because you were able to think of these silly things while such uncertainty lingered in the background. That was how safe Brian made you feel.

Once you were settled in the backseat together, with Brian’s knees pressed against the seat in front, you took your chance.

“Do you ever drive yourself anymore?” You cocked your head to look at him as you asked the question and Brian chuckled silently.

“...Occasionally, yes.” He smiled and shook his head. “But not on the wrong side of the road.”

You matched his grin. “I think most of the world would disagree with that assessment.”

“Then most of the world is wrong.”

Brian readjusted into the seat, sagging into a more comfortable position, and waited for you to respond. It was at times like these when you absolutely loved his playful stubbornness. And as always, you gave in. To one part of it.

“Hmm…” you looked him over, all sharp angles and long limbs. “I don’t think you can really drive.”

Brian looked dramatically aghast. “Oi! I can too- you rotten thing. I just prefer to use a driver.” He gestured lazily to Allan in the front seat. “It leaves my hands free for more important things.”

Grinning suggestively, he reached his long fingers over to slip under the hem of your dress and stroke along your smooth thigh. The nerves in your skin sizzled from his light touch, and you felt a warm shiver pass down your spine. You shot him a playful look that said ‘Really?’, even though your heart was thumping hard from his gaze.

Brian’s smirk grew as he leaned closer. “It also gives me time to deal with cheeky, little, girls.”

A brief pang of jealously flashed through you at the thought of what other women had got to experience Brian’s attention in the backseat of a car, but it quickly subsided as he leaned in to smother you with a kiss. He was here with you now. He wanted to find a place for you in his life. And with his lips on yours, and his hands squeezing your upper legs possessively, that was all that mattered.

…

Breakfast was at an expensive-looking restaurant you’d been told, and then quickly forgotten the name of. An elevator took you up through many glass stories to a quiet room with a few other customers, and one of the most gorgeous views you’d ever seen. You were high up in the New York skyline, lined with rows of glistening buildings on a sunny summer morning. Everything was crisp and clean from the height you were situated. The trees were bright green, the sky light blue. It felt perfect: like a fresh new start to your relationship. Not so many clouds to obscure the path ahead.

You were led to a free table perched in front of one of the glass walls- so close that your breath hitched and your legs wobbled a bit when you looked down. It was so beautiful: the perfect balance of glorious and scary, to steal your breath and quake your knees.

Those feelings inside you didn’t change much when you looked at Brian’s smiling face. He was equally overwhelming.

He stepped over to pull your chair out before you sat down, and slid it in under your rear with practiced precision and ease. There was nothing forced about his actions, and the casual way he demonstrated perhaps just a touch of possessiveness in front the waiter sent a thrill up your spine. Brian could show you so much you’d never experienced before.

And from the look in his eyes, he rather enjoyed delighting you in this way. It was another opportunity he got to show off for you and open your eyes to what he could offer. There was certainly a side of Brian that was proud of his influence and wealth, and as he watched your wide eyes sparkle with awe, you weren’t sure it was buried so deep. The term ‘Sugar Daddy’ flashed in your mind again, and your gut rolled accordingly. No one who was watching the pair of you, here and now, would miss that specific aspect of your relationship. He was obvious even if he didn’t mean to be.

You knew immediately that if things got out, a LOT of accusations were going to be thrown your way. But Brian smiled so sweetly when he took the chair opposite that you couldn’t bear to interrupt the peaceful morning, especially when you weren’t sure you’d get another.

“It’s very beautiful Bri,” you said, settling into your seat. “I didn’t even know places like this exist.”

A soft chuckle floated across the table, and Brian winked at your eager tone. “Glad you like it baby. I always try to come here when I’m in New York.”

He used the pet name conversationally, out in the open at regular volume, and your eyes grew even wider than they’d been before. Your heart started to pound at what could possibly happen- but Brian just grinned.

“It’s a private restaurant darling. I think we’re safe to be ourselves here.”

You looked around at the 5 or 6 other people in the room, minding their own business at their own tables. “Really?”

A calm smile placated the beating if your heart. “Yes love,” he used yet another pet name, “We’ll be left well enough alone.”

You wouldn’t say his words relaxed you completely, but you did let out the breath you’d been holding. Your eyes flicked to Brian’s face, and you strove to match his contentment. He was sitting across from you, laid back and looking slightly too big for his chair as always, seemingly pleased as punch to take you out like this.

It didn’t take very long for the waiter to attend your table, so shortly after you started admiring your lover you found yourself turning to hear him introduce himself. You missed his name in the colour of Brian’s eyes.

“What would you like to start with this morning?” The well-dressed server continued, addressing Brian immediately. It was very obvious that he was directing the question to the older man instead of you, but, thinking to yourself, you guessed it was only fair. You knew what you looked like, especially with Brian, who practically radiated confidence.

“Two steeped teas please, with a glass of orange juice for us both.”

There was a distinct tightening in your gut when Brian ordered for you, especially when he did it with such nonchalance. Every silky utterance from his mouth was like the most addictive drug.

The man nodded. “Of course, Sir. And did you want to order your food now as well?”

Hearing one of your titles for Brian come from the waiter’s mouth was slightly strange, but it rolled well off his tongue: a fitting moniker in many situations. The man wore authority well.

“Hmm... yes, I think so. We’d like a selection from the chefs- vegetarian. Perhaps an omelette, greens, some breakfast rolls... Just bring whatever they recommend.” Brian looked away from the waiter into your eyes. “And something sweet for the lady.”

Your thighs clenched as he spoke of you- in that low, suggestive tone that drove you wild.

“We have a lovely Belgian waffle...” The server suggested, trailing off, and left it for Brian to confirm.

“That would be perfect, thank you.”

Brian didn’t glance at the menu once. He told the waiter what he wanted to be brought, and smiled at him as he took it to memory, not seeming to even consider that it couldn’t be done. It was all the little things like this- occasional reminders in his actions, or with the chauffeur discussion earlier- that reasserted just how different Brian’s life was from yours, and what you would be brought into. He’d existed in this world for so long that you weren’t sure he even realised it, and something about that was both surprisingly sad... and sexy.

There was a deep, base desire that you couldn’t deny: to be seen on the arm of a powerful man. And it surely met its mate in whatever satisfaction you saw sparkling in Brian’s dark gaze.

You simply sat and waited for the server to depart, struck desperate and hopelessly wanting the man in front of you. Brian had certainly taken last night to heart. He was taking the lead and demonstrating his preferences almost without thought. No... that wasn’t quite right. Without hesitation. He was giving you a taste of what it was going to mean to be his. And you were salivating at the thought.

You were both learning how a relationship was going to work, in whatever form it took. Perhaps now you better understood Brian’s reasons for taking you here. To see how you reacted in public: how you followed his lead.

Maybe it was a bit sinister to think of it that way, but you could rather picture it as training. Or at least a preparation for what was to come. All you wanted was to make him happy, but seeing how proud he was at the moment, you could tell that this was going to be at least a part of doing just that. It clearly made him feel good.

When it was just the two of you, Brian winked again, and your stomach fluttered faster. “You’re going to love it darling.”

You weren’t sure if he was simply speaking of breakfast or if there was a deeper meaning there, but when he said it like that, you were sure you would.

Chapter 95: Can't Hide Forever

Notes:

Daddy kink warning- not used sexually, but discussed. If you've been reading the alternate chapters there is a part that may not make the most sense. I'm not going to make another version at this point, unless someone asks!

Sorry this took so long- I hope it's good. Can't quite tell with this one.

You and Brian walked out of the restaurant with full bellies. The food had been absolutely delicious, just as Brian promised, and you had the time of your life blushing under his gaze. You just loved everything about him: watching him enjoy breakfast was enough to squeeze your heart. All his little mannerisms and intricacies warmed your insides and kept you thoroughly entertained.

He fed you a couple spoonfuls of his omelette from across the table, and your skin burned desirably because you felt you were being watched, even if you really weren’t. The way he quirked his head and looked at you were those dark eyes- you just couldn’t refuse. You were his fully and completely, so you let him feed you and take whatever satisfaction he got from it.

And when Brian leaned back at the end, sighing with his legs splayed and a hand on his stomach, the pulse between your legs demonstrated that your thoughts weren’t so pure either. Perhaps your tummy kink went a little further than you’d previously thought, for seeing his shirt pull a bit at the buttons when he relaxed after the large meal was one of the most erotic sights of your life. It wasn’t usual that you found this feature attractive, but on Brian… it was incredible. You would have to be careful not to take such urges too far.

A warm hand took yours upon leaving the elevator, and you were snapped out of your memories.

You looked up and gave Brian a questioning look, wondering whether it was okay to be doing so for the brief walk to the waiting car. He saw your concern and just smiled, tightening his grip on your hand.

“I’m not THAT famous Y/N, and nobody knows we’re here.” His sparkling eyes glanced down to meet yours. “Let me have this.”

You couldn’t argue with words like that, so your chest was full of butterflies as he led you out the building. He was so unbelievably sweet, that THIS was what he wanted, after he’d been filling you with his come for weeks. You thought again of how your relationship had practically progressed backwards, and now you’d just had your first date.

He was right anyways; there was no one waiting as you left the restaurant. You slipped into the car as Brian opened the door for you, and he slid in afterwards.

The sun came in just enough through the tinted windows to light up his curls in a soft halo. You couldn’t stop from tucking yourself against his side as soon as he closed the door. Brian obviously found this endearing, and chuckled, wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you for breakfast Brian.” You said the words into his shirt, muffled and warm.

“Mmm… you’re very welcome baby girl.” He placed a kiss on your forehead like usual, and the warmth lingered on your skin. “Thank YOU for being such good company.”

It was a pleasant silence, with you rubbing your cheek against Brian’s soft shirt, until his low tenor drifted to your ears again.

“We’re flying to Chicago today, and then we’ll be free until the show tomorrow.”

You hummed in affirmation: too comfy against him to put in further effort. The strong hands around you started to rub your sides.

Brian seemed to be considering something carefully, before forcing himself to speak.

“Sarina will be on the plane.”

Your insides suddenly turned cold, and you pulled back from Brian’s side as your heart pounded. Your mouth hardened as you tried to brush off the worry, but you couldn’t find the words to form an appropriate question.

Brian’s brows softened. “I’m sorry I’ve got you into this mess darling.” He pursed his lips. “It’s still not too late to change your mind—”

“No Bri.” You shook your head. “I want to be with you.”

The relief, as always, flashed on his face. “And I’m so happy you do, but I just want you to be prepared. I told her last night that I’d make you go.”

You’d suspected as much, considering his efforts to push you away, and nodded understandingly.

“She probably thinks you’ve left already.”

Brian looked like he wanted to say something else, but he didn’t. Your mind pondered his words, and you gulped internally as you remembered the loud noises he was making last night. From the way you remembered it, Sarina, and probably Roger, may already know based on desperate sounds through hotel walls.

You just made a non-committal noise, hoping that your hypothesis would prove incorrect. It was all you could do now to just rest against Brian, committing the feeling of his strong, soft chest to memory as if it hadn’t been planted already. You thought again of your wonderful morning, and of the incredible nights you’d spend together since you first met. Desperately, you settled into his arms and prayed that there was similar joy in the future.

At least there was no man you trusted more to bring you through the troubles.

…

You were almost back to Brian’s hotel room when your luck ran out. Mere metres from the door, with Brian’s defined forearm reaching out ahead of you to insert the key card, you suddenly heard the neighbouring door unlatch.

Sarina stepped out, alone, and you would have almost admired her dedication if it didn’t frighten you so much. She stared through you pointedly, pulling your heart into your throat, and then flicked her gaze to Brian- measured yet disbelieving. She seemed to size him up, looking up and down, even though he towered above both you and her in the hallway.

“Where’ve you been this morning?”

The question was pleasant enough, but Brian fought hard not to stare at the ground as he answered. You could see spinning start in his mind, and wanted nothing more than to comfort him with a hug. But you couldn’t do that now.

“We took a breakfast outing.” It was clipped and short, far from his usual verbose manner.

“How lovely.” The sarcasm was barely detectable in her tone, but God you knew it was there. “I’m surprised you’re out and about- considering the late night.” Sarina tilted her chin down, looking up at Brian through her eyebrows and clearly conveying what was wrong with that. She shook her head, berating the guitarist for taking the risk of being seen with you in public again, all the whilst letting slip that she certainly DID hear what you’d got up to last night.

Your chest clenched, but so did something deep inside. This was the unavoidable confrontation, and now that it was happening, a part of you was glad Sarina knew how loud you made him moan.

Brian’s form steeled slightly against the blonde’s insinuation. He held himself straighter and looked down at her, making use of his stature to give him the confidence he needed. “Yes, well... when in New York...”

The other woman wasn’t very impressed with his blasé attitude shift. The outsides of her lips turned down slightly, and her perfect nostrils flared in annoyance. You could feel the anger dripping off her as she crossed her arms and dropped a hip. “Jesus Christ Bri... are you really doing this?”

Immediately, Brian returned her expression. “It’s none of your fucking business what I do.”

Sarina’s eyes glazed over, and her frown turned to a snarl. “You bastard- it fucking IS. You don’t think I came here just for the sightseeing, do you? Anita isn’t an idiot; she’s figured out your games by now.” Dark, angry pupils caught your eyes in their storm. “We both know you’re fucking this little trollop- and God knows why, but you’ve decided to keep this one. I’m here to keep TABS on you, lest you ruin both you and your wife’s lives.”

Your whole body trembled with embarrassment, but Brian’s held firm in rage. He finally swiped the key- a jerky, awkward movement- and threw open the door to his room. “Let’s not talk about this in the fucking HALLWAY Sarina.”

He held the door for her to enter, which she begrudgingly did, while murmuring under her breath as he passed under his arm that he “didn’t seem to have a problem with doing it in public earlier.”

After Sarina stepped inside Brian’s beautiful hazel eyes tracked to yours. His brows furrowed, and he looked at you with the most sorrowful expression- it broke your heart. Yet, the words he spoke were fully concerned with your well-being, not his anguish.

“You don’t have to come in Y/N. I can handle it on my own.”

He cupped your cheek in his hand, and pulled you in for a quick kiss. It was sweet, and perhaps ill-timed with Sarina waiting in the room, but it was his way of showing he cared, and that you were safe.

You looked at his wide eyes. At the gorgeous nose that you were so in love with. You saw his shoulders squared, but a small tremor hid beneath the surface. Brian didn’t handle these situations easily. They weighed heavy on his mind, and that spilled over into his body. Yes, it would be easier to leave him to fight alone- but that’s not something you wanted to do. Not when he was trying so hard to be strong for YOU.

“I don’t need to go Bri. Would it be easier if I stayed?” You could see him considering your offer. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

Brian sighed, and couldn’t resist another caress of your lips. His tender flesh left his imprint, lingering softly even as he pulled away.

“God you’re perfect, my little darling. I appreciate your offer- truly. But this is something I should do alone. I’m the one at fault here, and I’m the one who’s gotta sort it out.” He forced a smile as he let you go, and you did the same. “I’ll know you’re with me in spirit.”

You wanted to protest. To shake your head and disobey him for the first time since you’d met. But the stern look he gave you when you tried said enough. You were staying here, for your presence would simply make things worse.

Your chest seized, but you knew you couldn’t help him. So you nodded, and watched as Brian gave you one last tight-lipped smile, said he’d call you later, and disappeared behind the door.

You stood there, still shellshocked, trying to make sense of what just happened. You couldn’t take your eyes off the white hotel door as a whirlwind of thoughts shot through your skull. Brian was in there trying to put out a firestorm that you caused in his life. The guilt tore you up inside. It was painful, frightening, and terrible.

But you were also touched, so touched, that he’d go through all of this to be with you. Your eyes burned as you thought of him: what a wonderful soul he was, how perfectly you fit together. He was worth so much more than the tears that started to fall hot on your cheeks.

Your legs felt like lead, and you realised that you still hadn’t moved when you started to hear raised voices coming from inside. Immediately your stomach clenched. This was wrong. Brian had told you to leave for a reason- yet here you were, unable to force your feet away. It was just like the time you’d overheard him on the phone to Anita, all those days ago after giving him a massage. Only this time, they were talking ABOUT her, and you felt even sicker.

“Are you so unhappy Bri? That you’re gonna throw everything away for this girl?!?” Sarina’s shrill voice came through the wooden door muffled, but audible.

There was a moment of silence, and abject terror and shame pulsed through you that you were listening in on the conversation. Brian’s softer reply came eventually, but your ears had to strain to hear.

“... it’s been years, love. ---not much more I can say. You know things haven’t been great, I’m always alone on tour...” There were only pieces coming through, and it was very hard to follow until he sighed and reorganized his thoughts. “Y/N gives me something important. She makes me feel loved... appreciated. Something Anita hasn’t done for a long time.”

Your heart broke to hear him say that, and you physically clutched at your chest to keep yourself from making a sound. You never wanted to hear that Brian ever felt unloved. Upon hearing of his marriage at home, his possessiveness shone in a new light: how he never let you leave his side, how he wanted intimacy almost every day- craving every bit of appreciation that you gave him. Because he didn't get that anywhere else.

“She does love you Bri.”

The exasperated, frustrated female voice tried to maintain it’s cool. Suddenly, from her tone, you wondered if this wasn’t the first time she’d had to have this conversation with Brian. You pictured lonely nights where he’d found some other young woman and taken her upstairs, under the watchful eye of Sarina, while Anita was working back in England. You thought of how much love and attention he craved, and how hard it would be for an actress with a successful career of her own to do so. For the first time, you realized that whatever was going on, perhaps it wasn’t either of their faults. And that made it all the more tragic.

Brian’s voice floated softly, slowly through the door. “I know.” He waited and struggled, trying to put his emotions to right. “But it’s not... enough.”

You cringed and cried silently at the words he’d chosen, as if defeated: angry at himself and frustrated that Sarina didn’t understand. But they had been the wrong words for the blonde- coming off callous, as you were sure he didn’t mean, and the outrage they sparked powered easily to your ears.

“Why?” Sarina defended her friend viciously. “Because she’s not 12 years old? Cause she doesn’t suck your cock every day and call you fucking Daddy?” The silence that lingered over that accusation made you sick to your stomach. The judgement you heard in her tone- in the way she summed up your whole loving relationship as something cheap and dirty- filled you with dread. You imagined how Brian’s eyes would blow wide, and Sarina’s face morph into one of disgust as she caught him in your shared secret. “Yeah- I heard that last night too.”

You gulped, awaiting his reply.

“...That’s unfair.” Brian’s voice was smaller than you’d ever heard it, but as if by wishing and sending your support through the door, it grew. “You see the surface, but there’s so much more to her than that.” The complete sincerity of his tone must have affected Sarina too, because you didn’t hear any more yelling from her.

God, you didn’t think you could love him more. Brian was always most secure in defending YOU. Never mind himself. He’d go to the ends of the earth to keep you safe, and you desperately wished you had the power to do the same for him.

You felt like an intruder, witnessing a private moment that he’d never wanted you to hear, but you were very glad you did. Your eyes were bleary and full of tears, but your heart was full, and you didn’t doubt that whatever you had with Brian- it was a good thing.

Sniffing quietly to yourself, you knew you’d heard enough. It wasn’t your place to stay here. Tears welled in your eyes and pain throbbed in your throat but you held yourself together as best you could.
You turned to go back to your own room, but held fast, frozen in fear of being caught when the neighbouring door creaked open again.

Your wide eyes met the light blue of Roger’s, and the concern you saw in them made the dam inside you burst. You sobbed and ran into his open arms, crying as he murmured his apologies softly into the hall. The drummer’s arms didn’t feel quite as perfect as Brian’s, but right now, they were what you needed.

Roger herded you into his room with as much care as he could, and as soon as you were safely in private he rocked you back and forth, until your cries slowed and your breaths calmed. His chest was strong and broad against yours. His words soothing. His arms rubbed your back over and over like the best kind of apology he could muster. You knew then, that Roger didn’t find you as disgusting as his wife. He knew. He understood. And that was all you could hope for.

Eventually you pulled your face up from his shirt, and Roger wiped your tears off with his thumbs. “Oh Y/N... I’m so sorry you’re in this mess.”

You sniffed again, and nodded, worried that if you tried to speak the tears would start all over.

“I didn’t know it would turn out like this. Sarina... she...” He sighed. “She means the best, really. It’s just a little easier for her to see Anita’s side, you know... when dealing with things like this.” He squeezed you tight again. “I haven’t been the best example either.”

He was right; he hadn’t. And part of that was with you. Another small twinge flipped inside you at the thought. You’d all done things in the heat of the moment when you should have been thinking of who it could harm.

“I’m sorry too Rog.”

You said it, and you meant it. Especially after he’d been so kind. You still didn’t feel you knew the drummer very well, but you knew that he was in a position to understand the situation better than almost anyone else. You felt safe with him, and you hoped he knew that.

“It’s alright love. Really, you’ve just been doing what you thought was expected. We’re the ones who should have behaved better.”

He blamed himself almost as much as Brian did, and while you didn’t fully agree that you were innocent in this, you were relieved that someone had finally mentioned how little you’d been told of their relationship situations. Perhaps it was normal to stray on tour, but you didn’t know what was normal for Rog and Bri.

“I still went along with it.”

The older man looked down at you, smiled, and nodded. His soft expression was as comforting as possible, considering the subject matter.

“I’m gonna call Adam and tell him you’re coming to his room, okay?” His raspy voice traveled to your ears as he released you from the hug. “You need some friendly advice for what’s to come, and I don’t think I’m quite the right person to give it.”

Shyly, you nodded again. “Okay. Thanks Rog.”

“He’s a floor down- 1708. You can head there now, before anyone catches you in here.” He motioned towards the door, and then pushed you lightly in its direction when your feet didn’t move.

You turned around to give him another look, and another thank you for drying your tears.

The drummer simply shook his head. “It’s nothing- don't worry. Now get going.” The light teasing in his voice brought some much-needed levity into the room.

When you reached the doorknob you heard a soft chuckle, and swiveled to meet his gaze on your way out. “This is what you get for loving that ol’ poodle, eh? Nothing but a nuisance.”

Roger’s eyes sparkled as he smiled, and your sore chest felt just a bit better. You found that you were able to return his grin with a small one of your own. Perhaps, with your friends and family, you and Bri would get through this.

Chapter 96: Friends Will Be Friends

Notes:

A relatively short chapter- and I apologize, but no Bri this time. He'll be back after "dealing" with Sarina.

Clearly you looked like you’d been crying, because when he opened the door Adam pulled you into his room without question. His brows furrowed immediately and his lips pursed: saddened by your apparent pain. He was truly a wonderful man, but seeing his expression- like Rog’s had- just made you weep again. You’d made a huge mess of Brian’s life, and didn’t deserve such pity.

Adam corralled you to the couch, and rubbed your back while you caught your breath, giving you space to calm down beside his supportive presence. You were inwardly frustrated by the fact that your cheeks were wet once more, but all you could do on the outside was sit, defeated by your own emotions, until the moment passed. Adam’s support DID help though- as you sniffed your blues away- truly you were lucky to have him beside you.

“God,” you sighed into your hands, bringing them up to hide the shame you felt for crying again, when you’d bloody well known what you were getting into all along. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess. I don’t know why I’m doing this.”

You meant the crying: feeling somehow sorry for yourself while you were fully in the wrong. Because that’s what you thought it looked like. You couldn’t bear that Adam mistake your tears for self-pity. You wanted him to believe you were upset for Brian and what he had to go through, but deep down, further than you ever looked inside yourself, you hated that a part of you was mourning your own hardship.

Adam pressed his lips together and softened his brow, squeezing your shoulder firmly. “But I do Y/N.”

You forced your hands away from your face and turned towards the warm hand on your skin, looking up at the singer.

“You’re going through a lot- It's only natural.” Adam smiled kindly. “You’re young and in love; you’re allowed to cry. And it’s never nice to see people get hurt.” He snuggled closer and placed a soft kiss to the top of your head- probably from watching Bri do it so many times. “You can’t blame yourself for your feelings.”

You could feel the smooth satin of his shirt as you nodded against his chest. You didn’t know what to say, and didn’t think you could form the words even if you did, with your throat burning as it was. So you sat against him and let all the thoughts whirl through your mind, going round and round in circles with no progress to being solved. When you did speak, the weakness in your small voice was a disappointment to your ears.

“What should I do Adam?” The helplessness was weighing you down more than you expected.

Your cheek rose and fell as the singer took a breath. “Oh darling...” he sighed, “I’m not sure there’s anything you CAN do. It’s just the way of things.”

You pondered Adam’s words, and fought the instinctive bristle against what he’d said: confirming your concerns. God, you wanted so much to be able to help, to do what you could to make things better for the man you loved, but you didn’t have any of the power to do so. Brian had it ALL. He’d plucked you out of the DCC weeks ago, shown you his world, and taught you how best to exist in it. You loved the power dynamics that existed between you in the bedroom, and enjoyed the erotic tightening in your gut whenever they slipped into everyday life. But here, now, with no ability to make the mess better, it was the first time you’d really considered how powerless you were. You trusted him completely, but that didn’t change the fact that every decision and operation fell on Brian’s shoulders.

“All I know Y/N,” Adam continued, “Is that you make him happy. And that makes ME happy.”

If the feelings he had for Brian harboured any bias, it was obvious in his tone. He almost sighed the words, and emphasised his support in such a way that made you question it. It dawned on you that the man you’d gone to for advice and support, was almost as enamoured with the guitarist as you were. You trusted Adam’s judgement, but there was perhaps an outside perspective that was missing here.

Nevertheless, when Adam said the next words, you took them to heart.

“You’ve created a very positive change in Brian. It’s like, with you around, that black cloud that follows him hasn’t had the chance to rain.”

Hearing that reassurance was what you needed, and you nodded slowly, trying to push down the lingering doubt that surrounded your biggest fears: that Brian wasn’t helped by you, but merely distracted.

“So I’m not a terrible person if I stay?” You looked across at the singer, and met his smile with your own tentative one.

“I wouldn’t say so.”

Again, your head bobbed at his words. There was a moment of silence as you took a deep breath, finally dry of tears for the day. “Can I hang out here with you for a while?”

“Of course darling.”

You settled into the couch and enjoyed the subtle movements of Adam on the cushion beside you. He didn’t do much, but just shifting his position reminded you that he was there, and that you weren’t alone.

“Just so you know, if anyone’s dumb enough to blame you... or to accuse you of being here for the wrong reasons... they’re gonna have to fight me.”

Adam’s voice was just sincere enough, and the image of him sparring in his heels just silly enough, that a chuckle escaped your throat. You squeezed the arm you had around him, thanking him for everything in the most basic of gestures. The responding pat on your own back told you it was enough.

It didn’t take long after that for Adam to reach for the TV remote, and really, you thought perhaps you could use a good dose of trashy tele for a while.

…

Half an hour passed, and there was still no word from Brian. You and Adam had watched a complete episode of Real Housewives, and while it was good to take your mind off everything for a while, there were things you needed to do. With a thankful smile you excused yourself from the couch beside Adam and wandered to the adjoining bedroom with your phone.

You took a deep breath, tried to calm your nerves, and dialed a number you’d had memorized for many years: Jenna.

As it rang, you prayed that she wasn’t still mad at you. You couldn’t blame her for not reaching out after what happened last time. An apologetic voicemail probably wasn’t enough to make up for the embarrassment she must have felt hearing Brian laugh, and then realise what was going on while she was on the phone.

You cringed as you thought again of the hurt you’d caused, and the phone went to the machine. She probably felt trivialized: made a fool of, like she was somehow lesser and unimportant. But God, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Determined, you dialed her again.

This time there were only a few rings until your friend answered.

“What.”

Her tone was angry- so much so that the word didn’t even sound like a question. You were more nervous than you’d ever been speaking to her.

“Hi Jenna… Thank you SO much for answering…” Your voice carried as much apology as it could, but you still trailed off as Jenna interrupted.

“Is Brian there again today too??? Is he fucking you into oblivion with his magic dick?”

Her questions were laced with sarcasm, and brimming with spite, catching you a bit off guard no matter how much you thought you’d prepared. “No…”

“Oh it must be a slow day then, cause apparently NOW you have time to talk to me.”

You waited for a beat so as not to interrupt and provoke her further. She had every right to be mad. “I’m sorry Jenna- you know I love talking to you... I’ve just been... caught up, in things.”

You winced at your own awkward, badly chosen words as your friend took a moment of silence.

“Fuck you Y/N,” she said, in her abrupt Jenna way, but there was enough exasperation in her tone that you could tell you still had a chance.

“I’m sor--”

“If you fucking say that ONE more time I swear...”

The lump that had formed in your throat hurt as you swallowed it, and it settled in the churning insides of your stomach. You took a breath, and let the tension pass for a few seconds before your timid voice asked, “What do you want me to say?”

Jenna was silent herself, and you could almost picture the way her face would contort as she grappled with her feelings. You knew you’d been a bad friend recently, but you were hopeful that it could be fixed. You needed her.

Her voice was scratchy when she finally did reply, sighing. “I don’t know Y/N...”

You approached gently, but the weight on your chest starting to lift. “Y’know, he really isn’t here... and I really do wanna talk.”

The huff she sent you was still loud through the phone line; perhaps if there weren’t years of friendship between you you wouldn’t have picked up on it. However, you knew she was just waiting for one last thing. She never stayed mad for long.

“I’m sorry Jenna. It was fucking terrible timing, and it won’t happen again. I called you today because I do care what you think...” You sniffed, and the ache in your throat threatened tears again. “And I miss my best friend.”

There was an almost unbearable silence as you pressed your lips tight enough to distract yourself from crying yet again. You couldn’t lose her now; if these past few days had taught you anything, it was that you needed the support of your friends and family. Brian gave you a lot, but you needed something outside him as well.

Eventually, Jenna’s voice prickled in your ear, and you squeezed your eyes closed in blessed relief. “You’re lucky I love you Y/N...” she said, “...And that you stuck with me through the whole Alex fiasco in 11th grade.”

Despite yourself, you snorted a laugh as she made you remember her high school boyfriend. God you were lucky to have her. No matter what was going on, she could always make you smile.

“Thank you Jenna.”

“Besides, I’m pretty sure Brian May is a better catch than the backup quarterback.”

Her humour was the best medicine at a time like this. You chuckled softly, smiling again, and rolling your eyes in the empty room. “Probably.”

The positive energy took a bit of time to overcome the strife, but after a brief chat about the last couple weeks- you catching up on what the DCC was doing, and Jenna on the sights you’d seen in New York- you knew that the earlier ‘incident’ was behind you. You made a mental note to keep in touch more, because, really, you’d missed this. For the first time in weeks you felt almost... normal. Back in your world instead of Brian’s.

Minutes passed and you laughed like old times. You gossiped about the new girl that had replaced your position, listened to Jenna lament about missing you in training, and inquired after your coach. In fact, you almost forgot about the mess that morning, until she brought it up again.

“So Y/N, what are you really calling for?” Jenna asked lightheartedly, after a while. “Or is this just all one big apology?”

You’d missed her playful teasing too, and went along with it. “Well that was the main reason, yes... I wanted to make sure I didn’t screw things up between us too badly.” You hesitated, but pushed through, for this was the hard part. “And that you wouldn’t get the wrong idea, you know... if anything got out.”

Jenna seemed to consider your words carefully before replying. “Is it gonna get out?”

“No.” You shook your head though no one could see, almost to prove it to yourself. “...Maybe. I hope not. There’s just some trouble... with the... wives.”

“Jesus Y/N-”

You could bear to hear your own words either: speaking of Sarina and Anita as if they were some kind of problem. YOU were the problem, and you knew it.

“I’m not looking for sympathy for that- I knew what I was getting into...” You tried to make sense of the guilt writhing within you. “Partially, at least. Just... if they say anything, please don’t believe the worst.”

You didn’t think anything that did end up in the tabloids would be very flattering- for you OR Brian. They’d tear you apart for being after his money, fame. And him for your youth. They’d vilify you both and trivialize everything that you felt was real: trading the passion for intrigue. And Jenna seemed to know it too. She paused and noted your concern, softening her voice to a soothing reassurance.

“Don’t worry Hon—I know you’ve been in love with him since middle school. There’s nothing materialistic about it... at least on your end.” Jenna sighed, slow and sincere. “And that’s why I worry about you.”

There was nothing you could say to ease that particular worry for her; she didn’t witness everything you did. She wasn’t with Brian- didn't hear his tender voice, didn’t admire his grateful smile. She didn’t kiss him and feel the love in his lips. You nodded once more, resigned to a half-victory, and then realized she couldn’t see. “Thank you again.”

“Of course- you're still my best friend, even if you ARE insane.” She paused, just long enough before she couldn’t resist. “And apparently kinky as FUCK.”

You could hear the grin on her lips. “Jenna!”

Chapter 97: The New Normal

Notes:

Here you go guys!! Small Daddy kink warning at the very end! Idk if it warrants an alternate- let me know if it does!

Let me just say that I've FINALLY decided on the way I'm going to take this story as it nears it's end, but in doing that, I've prolonged it a bit. So you'll have to bear with me for a while yet! I'm super excited about what lies ahead!! I've found a way to add everything I've been setting up since the beginning. (pats my own back for sudden epiphany at 4am)

I was in a good mood, and then a poor one (my own petty emotions getting the better of me), but writing has brought me back to the light, so I hope I can pass it on! (Even if this isn't the most fluffy chapter ;p)

“God, I’ve always been so bad at this.” Brian sighed, letting his head drop to the cushion in a heap of soft curls. His voice was close to wavering, yet managed to hold its edge as his large hand continued to run through your hair.

Once again lost in the feel of him, you made a soft hum, allowing him to elaborate and simultaneously disagreeing with his statement. To you, Brian couldn’t be bad at anything. He’d come to find you with Adam shortly after your phone call with Jenna, thanked the singer for taking care of you, and escorted you back to your own room, where you now lay together on the couch. His long limbs were spread out, hanging over the edge, and you were nestled between his legs, draped across his front with your head against the silver curls on his chest. He’d apologized once again for what had happened to your morning. You’d protested that it wasn’t his fault. Inevitably, you’d wound up in each other’s embrace for comfort in the situation you’d caused yourselves.

Even now the solid strength of his thighs on either side of your waist created heat deep beneath your skin, willing you to press against him harder: to envelop yourself within his embrace. You had an instinctive need to be close to him. You cared deeply for what he felt and what he had to say, so when he remained quiet, absently petting your head as you laid upon him, you figured that he needed a prompt.

“At what Bri?

Another soft sigh left Brian’s elegant nose, and the hand that was smoothing your hair moved to gesture in the air. “This. Relationships...” He struggled to find the words, motioning around the room and between the two of you, and then seemed to give up on the perfect description. “...I’m bad at love.”

Unsure how to answer, you blinked up at the ceiling, running your hand along the sides of his legs. “Surely you can’t be serious.” Your fingers trailed up higher, sliding to his inner thigh and teasing at the milky skin there. “I’ve felt first hand just how good you are.”

His own hands stopped yours from moving any further. “You know what I mean.” Brian’s quick dismissal flattened you attempt at humour.

“Sorry- it was a silly joke.” You felt properly chastised and embarrassed, still sat between his legs like a doll. It took so very little for your stomach to clench unpleasantly: you hated when he was displeased with you, for any reason at all. You immediately regretted your words, and forced a very sincere repetition. “Sorry.”

Brian just hummed at your apology, and went back to combing his fingers along your scalp. Touching you was clearly a second thought at the moment, and while you were happy to let him, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his mind.

You pondered while he pondered, and you rather agreed with his assumption that you did know what he meant. You’d come to understand Brian well, and knew the thoughts that got caught up in his brain. A rockstar’s lust for life and a Buddhist's sensitivities. He loved and gave so much, and he craved a lot in return. Affection came in all forms, and whether that be chasing the roar of the crowd, or the comfort of a warm body, it was something he couldn’t live without. And after all these years he still couldn’t reconcile it: that he wasn’t the satisfied family man his morals told him he should be.

He wanted to be kind to everybody, looked up to by everybody. Idolized and praised, yet remain down to earth and be treated the same as everyone else. But he couldn’t have it both ways. And when you dabble in too many affections, there are bound to be those that are hurt.

Having followed his work for years, of course you knew what he was getting at: the same struggles that chased him before you were born. You sat close next to him, sharing love and warmth, and once again ran your fingers along the hairs on his thighs. You needed to show him you understood. The soft notes of ‘Too Much Love Will Kill You’ came to your tongue, and you hummed the melody into the air, just loud enough to be heard.

After only the first bar, Brian bristled beneath you, and you knew you’d made another mistake. You’d been thinking about the situation for a while with Adam- coming down from your emotions- but for him, the conversations were still fresh. You cringed that you hadn’t realized it earlier. The last few days had been so unusual, and you didn’t know how to act. You didn’t know Brian’s boundaries when in this specific mood.

Or- a sudden fear flashed to your mind- perhaps you’d got too comfortable in his company, and forgotten just who exactly he was.

“Don’t quote my own song at me.” Brian said, sternly, and your heart squeezed at the hint of anger in his tone. You shifted upon him, nervous and feeling foolish, and made to stand up with a stream of more apologies on your tongue as he clearly didn’t want your company any longer.

But stong hands held you still, and Brian seemed to immediately regret his burst of anger. “No, I’m sorry- that was uncalled for.” He took a deep breath, and you could feel the years of troubles and strife as he sighed. “It’s just that... that was different. It feels different now.”

His hands didn’t move from your skin, so you stayed, weighing his words and trying not to tremble enough that he’d notice. Your heart was still beating hard, and you felt like you were walking on eggshells as you tried to navigate the conversation. “Why?”

“I’m so old Y/N.” He dragged the offending word out and let it hang. Helplessness and self-hatred were the worst things to hear in his voice. “I can’t start over again.”

You couldn’t bear for him to think so poorly of himself, but given what was happening, and the feelings you were having yourself, you understood where it was coming from. He was right: this wasn’t like his affairs in the previous century. It would be almost impossible to break his family apart again, and certainly not worth it for the sake of you. You felt sick to your stomach, holding back tears again at how unfairly your lives were timed, but replied in the best way you could. For HIM.

“I’m not asking you to.”

You knew who you were, when it came down to it, and didn’t want to step in where you didn’t belong. You’d told yourself from the start that you couldn’t expect a normal relationship. Everything up to this point had already been beyond your wildest dreams.

“I know.” He sighed again, placing warm, tender kisses on the back of your neck. The traces of his lips lingered as he spoke. “You always help me forget, darling... but the forgetting is becoming the problem.” Every word that came from his mouth was difficult. “I just wish it were easier.”

God, you just couldn’t help him like you wanted to. You spun in his grip and flipped over, so your front was now pressed to his, and you sought his lips out with your own, trying to lose the lingering traces of conflict through something more familiar.

He welcomed you desperately for the moment of contact, tracing your cheeks with his thumbs as you pulled back and answered him with a sad smile. “Me too. But remember what I said last night- I don’t need what you can’t give. I just need you.”

The devotion in your eyes spurred Brian on to capture your lips again, pulling your down on top of him in silent agreement, full of exploring tongues and gentle movements. You felt like your air was being sucked into him, as his kiss left you breathless and pliant. Not from roughness, like it sometimes did, but instead from the care he put into it. It was as if your lips were being led by his, into the soft shapes he wanted them: taking his time, leaving space for you to catch up and taste every inch of his mouth.

The kiss felt savoured, and you were squeezing every last pleasure out of the moment just as much as Brian was. When his large hands settled on your backside, spanning each cheek so perfectly, and pulled your centre down against his, you welcomed it. There was no better place than close to Bri: with him, living in the present.

Eventually, he closed his lips, and you took it as a cue to move away, catch your breath while the taste of him stayed. “We can enjoy it as it is, eh?” Brian said. His smile was so genuine- all crinkly eyes and adorable pointy teeth- that you were caught staring.

Yes, you most certainly could. But a part of you worried that he was already moving on from this morning: that nothing actually had been solved. “What about Ani-”

Brian interrupted you before you could finish her name. “Don’t bring that up again Y/N, please. We’ve spoken about it.”

By ‘it’, he certainly meant you. You were nervous even thinking how that conversation would’ve gone. As soon as you’d ended the kiss, the uncomfortable feeling was back inside your chest. A part of you yearned to lean back in and give yourself over to him, no more questions asked, because that was what you knew. It was easier that way.

But- you thought of your conversations with Adam and Jenna- it would only lead to trouble. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t let it lie.

“So she’s okay with it?”

You could tell he didn’t want to answer, but he obliged for you. “She wasn’t happy, but she’s aware. So you can rest any concerns you had in that area. There’ll be no problems from her for the rest of the tour.” Brian paused a moment. “And hopefully none from Sarina.”

You were shocked. Stunned even. With your mouth hanging open inches above his, still swollen from his suckling. It almost seemed too easy. You realized Brian wouldn’t want to discuss it in detail after so recently gone through the emotional conversation, but you simply didn’t understand. How could something so difficult, be remedied, just like that?

“Really?”

Brian’s voice grew exasperated. “Yes. I’m in very big trouble. Just please leave it alone.”

“Is there anything I should be aware of? Anything we’re gonna do differently?” You were aware you were pushing him in a direction he didn’t want to go, but he’d left you in the dark for long enough.

“No. We had a conversation.”

“Okay... but--”

“Y/N...” Brian’s voice warned, but you were unable to stop.

“But what does it mean?”

Coiled like a spring, Brian suddenly snapped. “I’ve got you ‘till the end of the tour, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” His voice was hard and unforgiving, having reached his breaking point. “That my wife lets me fuck other women because she can’t be bothered to do it herself?”

Your mouth was suddenly dry, and you felt frozen upon him. Small, and, God forbid it, a bit frightened. “...No,” your voice squeaked. You didn’t want to hear that at all. Those words, especially in his tone, hurt you. Deep inside. You tried to steel yourself, embarrassed to be affected so easily by him, but couldn’t shake the frigid sting of such callousness.

“Exactly. So drop it darling. PLEASE.” His hands gripped you tighter on the last word, as some sort of apology for raising his voice.

You felt the tears welling in your eyes and prayed Brian couldn’t see them. Perhaps it was your own fault for pushing him so far. You looked away from him, unable to bear his piercing hazel eyes while he spoke in a way that made you feel cheap and replaceable. Much like Sarina’s words had earlier.

“I will Bri... sorry. I just didn’t want to make things worse for you. That’s all.” Your voice was small. It spoke to appease him, and did nothing to quell the ache within you. You were frozen. You didn’t know whether to hug his warm body below for comfort, or leave him to sort out his black mood on his own.

But wasn’t that what Adam had said? Brian needed you to keep the clouds away, lest they consume him. He made your heart so full it was agony upon bursting. Your throat burned with the threat of sobs, but you tried to remain strong for him, until Brian sensed your pain.

Seeing how he hurt you, his face immediately softened, and his tone shifted in regret.

“Hey, hey...” Brian cupped your cheek and gently turned you to face him. “I’m sorry too darling. So sorry. I didn’t mean to lose my temper... you didn’t deserve it.” Apology kisses fell across your face, leaving the warm heat of his lips in their wake. “Darling girl.”

Brian kissed you like his touch would erase all memory of his wrongdoings. And with the genuine sorrow you felt in his motions, it almost did. You were so attuned to him, so desperate for his approval, that you soon fell into the lull of his lips and the pleasures of his caress. He could calm you like no other: make you feel safe and wanted. Loved.

You felt the deep sigh he gave, as his broad chest rose and fell with you atop it. “I don’t know how to take care of my marriage... I just want to take care of you.”

Still on edge, nervous and careful, that was really all it took to melt your heart. His words were so sincere and charming again that you remembered just how wonderful he made you feel. You could forgive Bri in a heartbeat for taking some of his negativity out on you; there were surely a lot of emotions swirling inside him.

“Can you let me do that baby girl?”

His tenor was pitched so sweet that you almost felt sorry for making him feel bad. Sure, he lost his temper occasionally, and he avoided conflict almost to a fault, but he was impossibly caring. These faults made him human, but to you, he was perfect. And on tour, all alone, when the world needed him to be, you could show him that side of himself. You loved every bit. He could ask you for the world and you’d give it to him.

“Of course Bri.”

He smiled and pulled you in once more for a kiss. It started off as tender as the others, and then as you rubbed against him, became more desperate. As the moment continued his teeth nipped at your lips, and his tongue pressed against yours. You felt your eyes roll back beneath closed eyelids. This was what you needed: what you knew worked. You both craved something from each other that you couldn’t find anywhere else.

Brian pulled away all too soon, tempting you with the promise of more even though you both knew it wasn’t the time. He rumbled deep in his chest. “Now... properly.”

He looked up at you with dark, fiery, bottomless eyes, and the weight that settled in your gut knew what he wanted.

“Yes Daddy.”

He chuckled beneath you, moving your body like the mountain he was. Your skin felt like it was burning, pleading for the touch that only he could sooth. He made a mess of your emotions every time he looked at you. And you adored it. With Brian, you felt alive.

He grinned at you, pleased and relieved. Things were back to normal. “That’s my good girl. ...I love you Y/N.”

Your chest burst with affection: a quivering mass atop him. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to those words.

“I love you too Bri.”

Chapter 98: Held Tight

Notes:

Back with another chapter!! Hope you enjoy the huge fucking mess our two lovebirds are in ;p

**Warning for choking/breathplay and the usual daddy kink. I'll post another chapter without the latter in a few moments.

The next few days passed awkwardly, but without catastrophe. You (and Brian) weren’t ready to see Sarina again the afternoon so soon after the confrontation, but the necessity of the flight to Chicago forced you together. It was cold and icy, with a tense atmosphere that was only warmed by the occasional smile from Roger or Adam, and the soothing hand of Bri on your back.

Brian and you kept to yourselves as much as possible; he didn’t take the usual chair at the back across from Roger and Sarina. Instead, you sat close to the front of the plane and were therefore the last ones on and the first ones off. Brian’s arms pulled your close against his side as he sat you down next to him, as if daring anyone to comment on your presence. Perhaps that was why no one did. You forgot, so caught up in all the recent turmoil, that most people didn’t even know it had happened. Only the three at the back were privy to your tears, and they were carefully avoided in that moment. Sarina didn’t attempt to speak to you again either; she must have been satisfied with whatever conversation Brian and Anita had. At the fact that he’d told her the truth.

It was strange, but you were thankful Brian didn’t push it. In fact, he was almost... sheepish... around Sarina, even though he said he’d ‘dealt’ with her. You weren’t fully confident you knew how to describe it, even in your head, but it was strange to see such a normally powerful, confident man avoid a small woman because she disapproved of his actions. It showed you how much he cared for his friends’ opinions. Brian was sensitive to other people’s views of him, but especially those of whom he cared about.

Still, it didn’t stop his glorious performances on stage, or what he got up to in the bedroom with you afterwards. Brian was basically ignoring the recent events concerning your affair, and therefore so were you; you thought it was best to follow his lead. If everything could return to how it was a week ago, when you were high on life, with you and Brian carefree in each other’s company and learning what you loved most about each other, then you’d do anything to make it so.

Brian never brought that tearful night up in conversation, or likewise the morning after. You never suggested he should. Instead, you focused on the feeling of each other. Of being together. The emotional connection kept you upright for the first few days, clinging to Brian and smiling through playful kisses, and the physicality came back shortly after. How could it not, when he was so irresistible? A tilt of his head and that damned smirk, motioning towards his bedroom like he knew you couldn’t refuse.

That’s how you found yourself on your back once more, legs spread and breathing desperate little gasps as his cock filled you. Brian entered your wet heat slowly, thrusting in small amounts each time. He savoured the tightness of you around him until he was buried as deep as he could go, bottoming out and stretching your walls so you felt utterly consumed and owned: surrounded by his warm body and impaled on his hard cock.

It was hard to speak, hard to think with his bare form atop yours. He burned your skin and fulfilled every buried yearning you had inside. To be wanted, desired. Able to please him enough to make those wonderful deep moans escape his parted lips... It was the best feeling in the world. He was what you craved and longed for every second of every day. With his cock throbbing deep inside, you finally felt complete again.

The smooth material of your collar helped too, reminding you that you were his, and that you were special. With pleading hazel eyes Brian looped it over his index finger, holding it aloft in a silent question when he’d first pulled you to the bed. You didn’t think you’d ever get over that either: the slight shyness that came through when he showed what he wanted. The polite query and amazement when you nodded that yes, you wanted him to have you. Dominate you, fill you and pleasure you in any way he pleased. Own you. And the smug smirk that came after.

Perhaps it was more of a doubt for him after so many tears were shed. He needed that confirmation now more than ever, that you were okay with the way things were and had to be. That you were telling the truth when you said you’d bear the hardships to be with him. If your presence between his arms wasn’t enough, your needy moans were. You were still here; you still needed him just as you always did. He still tore your thoughts apart with each thrust and left you a mess of limbs, simply aching to please him as much as he did you. But... there was one difference.

You couldn’t deny the small silver of dread that sat in your chest now. One that had replaced faint, stupid hope. In his outburst of anger that night Brian had said that you were his... until the end of the tour. And while the first part of that statement was pure, heady pleasure- the end was torment. That was it, and the very thought made your throat ache. God, you’d always known that was how it had to be. You’d told yourself time and time again that you couldn’t get too attached to someone like Brian- who burned so bright in your life while you were but a flicker in his. Jenna said it too. Hell, even Adam had warned you. It had been a losing battle from the beginning, no matter what you thought Brian said about your future. Perhaps he’d reconsidered, after his talk with Anita.

But that didn’t mean a stubborn piece of you wouldn’t hold on to the impossible. And with that sentence it’d been crushed.

Now, especially, every moment with Brian was a treasure. A fleeting moment of the highest ecstasy that you’d never experience again. So, selfishly, and for his sake, you ran your hands down his back harder than ever: memorizing every curve and tiny mole. You squeezed around his thick shaft and coaxed every satisfied growl you could earn from his throat. Life was for the present, and you didn’t want to spend it worrying about anything with Brian other than how to please him best.

God, you’d somehow forgotten just how good he felt inside you. Sex had never been this erotic and all-consuming with any other man. You were close already- with your inner muscles fluttering and pulsing desperately- and Brian could tell.

“That’s a good girl Y/N, nice and tight for Daddy.”

Words like that, in his raspy tenor, pushed you even closer. You whined your agreement into the heat of the room and spread your legs further into the soft mattress.

“Are you close, little thing? Do you need to come?” One of Brian’s hands came to rest beside your collar, with his thumb stroking over your windpipe as your body bounced on his thrusts. It was a light pressure, not pushing. Just touching and enjoying, reminding you who was in charge, and whose collar you had ‘round your throat.

“Please Sir.” You weren’t afraid to beg; it was what both you and Brian wanted.

His bare chest rumbled his satisfaction as the curls of grey rubbed against your skin. His warmth moved above you and inside you, keeping you so near the edge that all your muscles tightened to focus on his ministrations. But the pleasure was in waiting, in the sweet desperation for Brian to give you what you needed.

“Good girl,” he repeated in a breathy voice, “I know you do. I can feel your sweet little cunt desperate to come around me.” Brian brought his lips down to brush against your cheek, just beneath your eye, gently tasting your skin as he spoke. “Ask me again, Y/N, and I’ll give you what you need.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull when Brian’s hair fell across your vision. You crossed your ankles behind his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer, and ignored the stretch his large torso created as you did so. All you could think about was feeling him further, deeper, and being his perfect girl.

“Please Daddy- please make me come.”

You almost sighed the last words, giving in and letting him take control. His long form covered yours completely- made you feel safe, like he was protecting you from the rest of the world. His hips pressed yours into the mattress. His cock stretched you obscenely. You knew, at this moment, he was everything you needed and wanted.

Brian stole your breath in a searing kiss that was as brief as it was demanding. He pulled back and rolled his pelvis against yours, letting you feel his grin against your cheek as he reminded you how easy it was for him to make you a begging mess. “Of course darling... Let go for me.”

His hips kept moving and he added a flicking pressure at your clit, practiced and direct, giving you exactly what you needed to reach the blinding pleasure he’d built within you. Your orgasm rolled over you in a high-crested wave of boneless activity. You writhed below him, squirming and pulsing and moaning his name as Brian continued his movements. He enjoyed the way your thighs trembled and your muscles squeezed against him as you came, soaking his still-hard cock with the evidence of what he’d done to you.

And all the while he murmured his praises. “Good girl, wonderful girl.” He kissed your face, nibbling on the corner of your mouth as it opened in bliss. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He growled softly and pressed his cock to the very end of your quivering channel. “All mine.”

With your two bodies so tight together, so entwined, sharing in a moment of the closest intimacy, it didn’t feel like anything except perfection. You longed to stay this close to him forever. It was a long, wonderful climax in the throes of pleasure- Brian dragging it out with his thrusts and his words- and you only realised he had stopped moving when you did. He was still rock hard inside you.

“Oh my God Brian...” You tried to catch your breath, and looked up into his dark eyes as the world returned around you. He was staring deep, pupils blown with lust, and the slight curl of his lip told of how much he was restraining himself. All at once, you swallowed the lump in your throat, filled with butterflies from the tenderness he’d just shown, and excitement for the heat that still remained.

Like he couldn’t resist your appreciative expression, Brian leaned down to answer your open mouth with a kiss. The man loved creating such a reaction- on stage and, moreover, in the most intimate moments as well. Your tired tongue met his more demanding one, and he nipped your lips with his pointed teeth as he forced a low growl into more praise.

“My precious girl. You look gorgeous when you come for me.” His hips rolled against you, cock slipping through your folds to punctuate his words repeated from earlier. “Think you can do it again?”

Your head, which had been pulled up off the mattress trying to follow his lips, fell back into the softness. “Yes...” you sighed. You couldn’t resist anything he asked, especially with that thick cock pushing insistently at your insides. You looked up at him through hooded eyes and smiled. “...for you.”

You were his to do with as he pleased at this point: soft and supple post-orgasm. Willing putty in his big hands. And you loved it as much as Brian did.

He chuckled above you, running his fingers down your side, tracing every bit of skin he could. After mapping your body and teasing himself to the perfect point, his hand settled again on your neck, slipping along the soft collar he’d put there.

“Good girl.”

His long fingers tightened just enough that your eyes shocked open. Your lazy, loved-up heart picked up speed at the implication, and a wicked weight settled in your gut. When you looked up at his face so close, you were greeted with kind, caring, beautiful hazel eyes. He blinked at you slowly, and fluttered the pads of his fingers along your neck, playing the most erotic tune on your flushed skin. He was unsure, seeking permission, and after you swallowed beneath his hand, you nodded.

Brian’s eyes darkened a fraction more, and his fingers settled on your windpipe. He held what was his, claiming your small body beneath him. “Are you ready?”

You dared not nod this time lest you displace the hand that rested against your throat so perfectly, because you loved it already. “Green”

Brian smiled, like you were most precious sight below him, and leaned down once more to place his lips upon yours, savouring the feel of you. The pressure of his hand increased, and you couldn’t move, forced to remain still and enjoy the kiss as he wanted you to: perfectly pinned beneath his body. When he did eventually pull away, he left a tiny trail of saliva to drip down your chin. But he licked the liquid off his own lips.

“Just perfect,” he rumbled. “My perfect, darling girl.”

It wasn’t rough, but it was all-consuming. Brian resumed his slow, savouring thrusts, dragging you along his long shaft as he held you firmly in place by your throat. You could still breathe without any problem, but the breaths you did take were drawn out, in time with his movements. When he let you. You felt like he was in control of your entire body, using it was he wished. Bringing himself to the relief he desired and gifting you the most immense pleasure in your life at the same time.

You felt like you were his, and no one could take you away while he held you so. It was dangerous- as everything with Brian was- but you were safe within his arms.

It was hard to speak with Brian’s fingers around your neck, pushing under your collar to feel your soft skin. The calluses on his hands set your nerves on fire, scratching just slightly and providing a rough edge to his touch. You let Brian do the talking then, and just relaxed into the wonderful sounds he made as he worked above you.

“Gorgeous, tiny thing. So good baby...”

His soft grunts drove you wild, and the occasional praise that left his lips kept you well-fed. You would never tire of being his good girl.

There was something delightful about picturing how the pair of you looked: grinding slowly on the bed. You vaguely wondered if you could even be seen beneath his huge body, pressed deep into the plush mattress. You wondered if anyone would be able to see his hand- how it completely engulfed your throat.

Two people lost in the lust and pleasures of each other, fully focused on the moment and the body across from them. Brian was your everything, and here... now, you were the object of every last drop of his attention. He needed you so much that he had to squeeze you tight and keep you still: hands possessive and controlling. He needed every last bit of you, and you gave it eagerly.

The way he slid his thick cock against your innermost nerves, the considered movements of his hips, the warm grasp of his fingers. It was all too much. In what seemed like no time at all you were balancing again near the edge. Brian wasn’t much further, sweating and cursing above you in ecstasy.

“Fuck baby girl. You’re so good for me.” He growled between taught lips and clenched teeth, unable to resist speeding his thrusts. “So... fucking... good.”

Each word was punctuated with the fat tip of his dick rubbing so deep inside you that you clenched to keep him there. His width stretched your opening and brushed your clit on every movement, giving you just enough.

Somehow, around his clenched fingers on your throat, you managed to form the words that had been repeating in your head. “Please Daddy.”

Your voice sounded weak and overwhelmed, caught by his choking hand, and you fucking loved it. You wanted him to fill you, fuck you. Claim you. You wanted to be a shaking husk overflowing with his come so there was no question who you belonged to.

“Fuck me Daddy.”

God, if only Sarina could see you now.

The peak built and built, and as it did, Brian’s hand tightened on your throat. You didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose, or if he was just as caught up in the fucking dirty pleasure as you were. You didn’t know which option you liked more.

Just as you reached the point of no return for the second time that night, Brian squeezed you tight. You trembled in ecstasy, unable to make anything except an airy, gargled sound as you gave yourself over to him. Your weeping pussy fluttered around his cock. Your eyes opened after being closed for so long in pleasure, and you were met with wide hazel ones, with the little crinkles around the edges that you so loved.

Brian looked deep into your eyes as you came, and with a few more thrusts, released himself inside you- never looking away. He still had a big hand wrapped around your delicate neck, and his hot come filled you until the point of bursting. You felt so full, so beloved, as he gazed at you and held you so tight he didn’t want to let go.

It didn’t matter that you couldn’t breathe until he did. In fact, it was almost better. Brian was frozen, staring at you with longing, appreciation and love as his cock twitched within you. You held his shining eyes with a certain relaxed bliss of your own. For another moment, everything was perfect, and you were Brian’s girl.

Your heart swelled and thumped happily. Your lungs burned.

When he’d finished the last tremors of his climax, you could see his chest expand as Brian took a deep breath. He unclenched his fingers around you, and you sucked in a gust of oxygen- needy and desperate without knowing, for you’d been so caught up in his beautiful face.

Immediately his long fingers soothed the marks they’d left, and Brian rushed down to give you gentle kisses. His lips thanked your cheeks, nose, eyelids and forehead. He murmured softly, for your ears only, singing final praises into the warm air. “My sweet, perfect girl... love you.”

God, how could you resist that? You melted into a puddle beneath his softness, sighing your feelings back. “Love you too Bri.”

You didn’t know what you’d do without this. Without him.

There was a pleasant silence as Brian continued to kiss up and down your skin, until a tender voice met your ears close. “Are you alright?”

Fuzzy and tired and craving his comfort, you answered. “Yes Daddy. Green... green.”

The exhaustion was creeping up on you quickly. Your head felt woolly, swimming with thoughts of Brian. You wanted nothing more than for him to hold you, and to show him how much you’d loved what he’d done tonight. He was still inside you, filling your womb with your shared pleasure.

“I think I want to be this full forever.”

Brian’s kissing stopped, and his arms drew tight around you at your words. You were fully wrapped in his warmth and his smell. “That can be arranged.”

A little giggle left your lips as long, strong limbs tucked around yours. Brian would always keep you safe.

 

Until he had to let you go.

Chapter 99: Held Tight (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as previous chapter without daddy kink. Still a warning for some mild-ish breathplay

The next few days passed awkwardly, but without catastrophe. You (and Brian) weren’t ready to see Sarina again the afternoon so soon after the confrontation, but the necessity of the flight to Chicago forced you together. It was cold and icy, with a tense atmosphere that was only warmed by the occasional smile from Roger or Adam, and the soothing hand of Bri on your back.

Brian and you kept to yourselves as much as possible; he didn’t take the usual chair at the back across from Roger and Sarina. Instead, you sat close to the front of the plane and were therefore the last ones on and the first ones off. Brian’s arms pulled your close against his side as he sat you down next to him, as if daring anyone to comment on your presence. Perhaps that was why no one did. You forgot, so caught up in all the recent turmoil, that most people didn’t even know it had happened. Only the three at the back were privy to your tears, and they were carefully avoided in that moment. Sarina didn’t attempt to speak to you again either; she must have been satisfied with whatever conversation Brian and Anita had. At the fact that he’d told her the truth.

It was strange, but you were thankful Brian didn’t push it. In fact, he was almost... sheepish... around Sarina, even though he said he’d ‘dealt’ with her. You weren’t fully confident you knew how to describe it, even in your head, but it was strange to see such a normally powerful, confident man avoid a small woman because she disapproved of his actions. It showed you how much he cared for his friends’ opinions. Brian was sensitive to other people’s views of him, but especially those of whom he cared about.

Still, it didn’t stop his glorious performances on stage, or what he got up to in the bedroom with you afterwards. Brian was basically ignoring the recent events concerning your affair, and therefore so were you; you thought it was best to follow his lead. If everything could return to how it was a week ago, when you were high on life, with you and Brian carefree in each other’s company and learning what you loved most about each other, then you’d do anything to make it so.

Brian never brought that tearful night up in conversation, or likewise the morning after. You never suggested he should. Instead, you focused on the feeling of each other. Of being together. The emotional connection kept you upright for the first few days, clinging to Brian and smiling through playful kisses, and the physicality came back shortly after. How could it not, when he was so irresistible? A tilt of his head and that damned smirk, motioning towards his bedroom like he knew you couldn’t refuse.

That’s how you found yourself on your back once more, legs spread and breathing desperate little gasps as his cock filled you. Brian entered your wet heat slowly, thrusting in small amounts each time. He savoured the tightness of you around him until he was buried as deep as he could go, bottoming out and stretching your walls so you felt utterly consumed and owned: surrounded by his warm body and impaled on his hard cock.

It was hard to speak, hard to think with his bare form atop yours. He burned your skin and fulfilled every buried yearning you had inside. To be wanted, desired. Able to please him enough to make those wonderful deep moans escape his parted lips... It was the best feeling in the world. He was what you craved and longed for every second of every day. With his cock throbbing deep inside, you finally felt complete again.

The smooth material of your collar helped too, reminding you that you were his, and that you were special. With pleading hazel eyes Brian looped it over his index finger, holding it aloft in a silent question when he’d first pulled you to the bed. You didn’t think you’d ever get over that either: the slight shyness that came through when he showed what he wanted. The polite query and amazement when you nodded that yes, you wanted him to have you. Dominate you, fill you and pleasure you in any way he pleased. Own you. And the smug smirk that came after.

Perhaps it was more of a doubt for him after so many tears were shed. He needed that confirmation now more than ever, that you were okay with the way things were and had to be. That you were telling the truth when you said you’d bear the hardships to be with him. If your presence between his arms wasn’t enough, your needy moans were. You were still here; you still needed him just as you always did. He still tore your thoughts apart with each thrust and left you a mess of limbs, simply aching to please him as much as he did you. But... there was one difference.

You couldn’t deny the small silver of dread that sat in your chest now. One that had replaced faint, stupid hope. In his outburst of anger that night Brian had said that you were his... until the end of the tour. And while the first part of that statement was pure, heady pleasure- the end was torment. That was it, and the very thought made your throat ache. God, you’d always known that was how it had to be. You’d told yourself time and time again that you couldn’t get too attached to someone like Brian- who burned so bright in your life while you were but a flicker in his. Jenna said it too. Hell, even Adam had warned you. It had been a losing battle from the beginning, no matter what you thought Brian said about your future. Perhaps he’d reconsidered, after his talk with Anita.

But that didn’t mean a stubborn piece of you wouldn’t hold on to the impossible. And with that sentence it’d been crushed.

Now, especially, every moment with Brian was a treasure. A fleeting moment of the highest ecstasy that you’d never experience again. So, selfishly, and for his sake, you ran your hands down his back harder than ever: memorizing every curve and tiny mole. You squeezed around his thick shaft and coaxed every satisfied growl you could earn from his throat. Life was for the present, and you didn’t want to spend it worrying about anything with Brian other than how to please him best.

God, you’d somehow forgotten just how good he felt inside you. Sex had never been this erotic and all-consuming with any other man. You were close already- with your inner muscles fluttering and pulsing desperately- and Brian could tell.

“That’s a good girl Y/N, nice and tight.”

Words like that, in his raspy tenor, pushed you even closer. You whined your agreement into the heat of the room and spread your legs further into the soft mattress.

“Are you close, little thing? Do you need to come?” One of Brian’s hands came to rest beside your collar, with his thumb stroking over your windpipe as your body bounced on his thrusts. It was a light pressure, not pushing. Just touching and enjoying, reminding you who was in charge, and whose collar you had ‘round your throat.

“Please Sir.” You weren’t afraid to beg; it was what both you and Brian wanted.

His bare chest rumbled his satisfaction as the curls of grey rubbed against your skin. His warmth moved above you and inside you, keeping you so near the edge that all your muscles tightened to focus on his ministrations. But the pleasure was in waiting, in the sweet desperation for Brian to give you what you needed.

“Good girl,” he repeated in a breathy voice, “I know you do. I can feel your sweet little cunt desperate to come around me.” Brian brought his lips down to brush against your cheek, just beneath your eye, gently tasting your skin as he spoke. “Ask me again, Y/N, and I’ll give you what you need.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull when Brian’s hair fell across your vision. You crossed your ankles behind his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer, and ignored the stretch his large torso created as you did so. All you could think about was feeling him further, deeper, and being his perfect girl.

“Please Sir- please make me come.”

You almost sighed the last words, giving in and letting him take control. His long form covered yours completely- made you feel safe, like he was protecting you from the rest of the world. His hips pressed yours into the mattress. His cock stretched you obscenely. You knew, at this moment, he was everything you needed and wanted.

Brian stole your breath in a searing kiss that was as brief as it was demanding. He pulled back and rolled his pelvis against yours, letting you feel his grin against your cheek as he reminded you how easy it was for him to make you a begging mess. “Of course darling... Let go for me.”

His hips kept moving and he added a flicking pressure at your clit, practiced and direct, giving you exactly what you needed to reach the blinding pleasure he’d built within you. Your orgasm rolled over you in a high-crested wave of boneless activity. You writhed below him, squirming and pulsing and moaning his name as Brian continued his movements. He enjoyed the way your thighs trembled and your muscles squeezed against him as you came, soaking his still-hard cock with the evidence of what he’d done to you.

And all the while he murmured his praises. “Good girl, wonderful girl.” He kissed your face, nibbling on the corner of your mouth as it opened in bliss. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He growled softly and pressed his cock to the very end of your quivering channel. “All mine.”

With your two bodies so tight together, so entwined, sharing in a moment of the closest intimacy, it didn’t feel like anything except perfection. You longed to stay this close to him forever. It was a long, wonderful climax in the throes of pleasure- Brian dragging it out with his thrusts and his words- and you only realised he had stopped moving when you did. He was still rock hard inside you.

“Oh my God Brian...” You tried to catch your breath, and looked up into his dark eyes as the world returned around you. He was staring deep, pupils blown with lust, and the slight curl of his lip told of how much he was restraining himself. All at once, you swallowed the lump in your throat, filled with butterflies from the tenderness he’d just shown, and excitement for the heat that still remained.

Like he couldn’t resist your appreciative expression, Brian leaned down to answer your open mouth with a kiss. The man loved creating such a reaction- on stage and, moreover, in the most intimate moments as well. Your tired tongue met his more demanding one, and he nipped your lips with his pointed teeth as he forced a low growl into more praise.

“My precious girl. You look gorgeous when you come for me.” His hips rolled against you, cock slipping through your folds to punctuate his words repeated from earlier. “Think you can do it again?”

Your head, which had been pulled up off the mattress trying to follow his lips, fell back into the softness. “Yes...” you sighed. You couldn’t resist anything he asked, especially with that thick cock pushing insistently at your insides. You looked up at him through hooded eyes and smiled. “...for you.”

You were his to do with as he pleased at this point: soft and supple post-orgasm. Willing putty in his big hands. And you loved it as much as Brian did.

He chuckled above you, running his fingers down your side, tracing every bit of skin he could. After mapping your body and teasing himself to the perfect point, his hand settled again on your neck, slipping along the soft collar he’d put there.

“Good girl.”

His long fingers tightened just enough that your eyes shocked open. Your lazy, loved-up heart picked up speed at the implication, and a wicked weight settled in your gut. When you looked up at his face so close, you were greeted with kind, caring, beautiful hazel eyes. He blinked at you slowly, and fluttered the pads of his fingers along your neck, playing the most erotic tune on your flushed skin. He was unsure, seeking permission, and after you swallowed beneath his hand, you nodded.

Brian’s eyes darkened a fraction more, and his fingers settled on your windpipe. He held what was his, claiming your small body beneath him. “Are you ready?”

You dared not nod this time lest you displace the hand that rested against your throat so perfectly, because you loved it already. “Green”

Brian smiled, like you were most precious sight below him, and leaned down once more to place his lips upon yours, savouring the feel of you. The pressure of his hand increased, and you couldn’t move, forced to remain still and enjoy the kiss as he wanted you to: perfectly pinned beneath his body. When he did eventually pull away, he left a tiny trail of saliva to drip down your chin. But he licked the liquid off his own lips.

“Just perfect,” he rumbled. “My perfect, darling girl.”

It wasn’t rough, but it was all-consuming. Brian resumed his slow, savouring thrusts, dragging you along his long shaft as he held you firmly in place by your throat. You could still breathe without any problem, but the breaths you did take were drawn out, in time with his movements. When he let you. You felt like he was in control of your entire body, using it was he wished. Bringing himself to the relief he desired and gifting you the most immense pleasure in your life at the same time.

You felt like you were his, and no one could take you away while he held you so. It was dangerous- as everything with Brian was- but you were safe within his arms.

It was hard to speak with Brian’s fingers around your neck, pushing under your collar to feel your soft skin. The calluses on his hands set your nerves on fire, scratching just slightly and providing a rough edge to his touch. You let Brian do the talking then, and just relaxed into the wonderful sounds he made as he worked above you.

“Gorgeous, tiny thing. So good baby...”

His soft grunts drove you wild, and the occasional praise that left his lips kept you well-fed. You would never tire of being his good girl.

There was something delightful about picturing how the pair of you looked: grinding slowly on the bed. You vaguely wondered if you could even be seen beneath his huge body, pressed deep into the plush mattress. You wondered if anyone would be able to see his hand- how it completely engulfed your throat.

Two people lost in the lust and pleasures of each other, fully focused on the moment and the body across from them. Brian was your everything, and here... now, you were the object of every last drop of his attention. He needed you so much that he had to squeeze you tight and keep you still: hands possessive and controlling. He needed every last bit of you, and you gave it eagerly.

The way he slid his thick cock against your innermost nerves, the considered movements of his hips, the warm grasp of his fingers. It was all too much. In what seemed like no time at all you were balancing again near the edge. Brian wasn’t much further, sweating and cursing above you in ecstasy.

“Fuck baby girl. You’re so good for me.” He growled between taught lips and clenched teeth, unable to resist speeding his thrusts. “So... fucking... good.”

Each word was punctuated with the fat tip of his dick rubbing so deep inside you that you clenched to keep him there. His width stretched your opening and brushed your clit on every movement, giving you just enough.

Somehow, around his clenched fingers on your throat, you managed to form the words that had been repeating in your head. “Please Sir.”

Your voice sounded weak and overwhelmed, caught by his choking hand, and you fucking loved it. You wanted him to fill you, fuck you. Claim you. You wanted to be a shaking husk overflowing with his come so there was no question who you belonged to.

“Fuck me Bri.”

God, if only Sarina could see you now.

The peak built and built, and as it did, Brian’s hand tightened on your throat. You didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose, or if he was just as caught up in the fucking dirty pleasure as you were. You didn’t know which option you liked more.

Just as you reached the point of no return for the second time that night, Brian squeezed you tight. You trembled in ecstasy, unable to make anything except an airy, gargled sound as you gave yourself over to him. Your weeping pussy fluttered around his cock. Your eyes opened after being closed for so long in pleasure, and you were met with wide hazel ones, with the little crinkles around the edges that you so loved.

Brian looked deep into your eyes as you came, and with a few more thrusts, released himself inside you- never looking away. He still had a big hand wrapped around your delicate neck, and his hot come filled you until the point of bursting. You felt so full, so beloved, as he gazed at you and held you so tight he didn’t want to let go.

It didn’t matter that you couldn’t breathe until he did. In fact, it was almost better. Brian was frozen, staring at you with longing, appreciation and love as his cock twitched within you. You held his shining eyes with a certain relaxed bliss of your own. For another moment, everything was perfect, and you were Brian’s girl.

Your heart swelled and thumped happily. Your lungs burned.

When he’d finished the last tremors of his climax, you could see his chest expand as Brian took a deep breath. He unclenched his fingers around you, and you sucked in a gust of oxygen- needy and desperate without knowing, for you’d been so caught up in his beautiful face.

Immediately his long fingers soothed the marks they’d left, and Brian rushed down to give you gentle kisses. His lips thanked your cheeks, nose, eyelids and forehead. He murmured softly, for your ears only, singing final praises into the warm air. “My sweet, perfect girl... love you.”

God, how could you resist that? You melted into a puddle beneath his softness, sighing your feelings back. “Love you too Bri.”

You didn’t know what you’d do without this. Without him.

There was a pleasant silence as Brian continued to kiss up and down your skin, until a tender voice met your ears close. “Are you alright?”

Fuzzy and tired and craving his comfort, you answered. “Yes Bri. Green... green.”

The exhaustion was creeping up on you quickly. Your head felt woolly, swimming with thoughts of Brian. You wanted nothing more than for him to hold you, and to show him how much you’d loved what he’d done tonight. He was still inside you, filling your womb with your shared pleasure.

“I think I want to be this full forever.”

Brian’s kissing stopped, and his arms drew tight around you at your words. You were fully wrapped in his warmth and his smell. “That can be arranged.”

A little giggle left your lips as long, strong limbs tucked around yours. Brian would always keep you safe.

 

Until he had to let you go.

Chapter 100: A Reminder to Keep

Notes:

Hi guys!! Back with another chapter! I'm really not sure how this one turned out, but please tell me if you liked it or not... If it's a dud, at least it's over! I was about as comfortable writing it as Y/N is experiencing it haha. You'll see what I mean.

On another note, I've been thinking of making a playlist to go with this fic. Would anyone be interested in that at all?

As always, thanks for reading!
XX DBM

You awoke the next morning with your nose buried in Brian’s chest hair. Almost too close to be pleasant, with how tight he was squeezing you, but nothing could ever be a problem where Bri was concerned. Your blurry mind quickly made sense of your surroundings, and you figured it was an unconscious squeeze, for the loud snoring in your ears informed you that Brian was still asleep.

Giving a good effort not to move, you breathed in his musky scent. Your scents, so entwined as you were. You’d passed out together after last night, wrapped up in each other just as you’d been while in the heat of passion. It was becoming a habit, you supposed, and not a very safe one. You longed to feel Brian inside of you: to stay connected, protected, and loved. You guessed he craved you in much the same way, for he always smiled, rolled the two of you over so he wasn’t squishing you, and fell asleep soundly inside your warm heat. Hell, even in his sleep he held you in an iron grip. Like he couldn’t bear for you to be taken from him.

Surrounded by the scent and feel of him, you were reminded of something Brian said to you back in Toronto, before even the first glimpse of turmoil. He’d said that you smelled like him, and deep part of your gut clenched as you remembered how he’d enjoyed it. You pressed yourself further against him at the thought. That must be doubly true now. He was so warm, so soft. Everywhere your skin touched his was heaven, and with his arms all but plastering your smaller body to his, it was a lot. Yet somehow you craved more. You couldn’t think about losing him. You wanted to be his forever, wrapped up like this in his arms and his smell, so that everyone who looked would see that you belonged together.

You breathed him in, listened to his adorable snoring, and fought not to cry at the impossibility of it all.

God. Why was your throat burning in pain and your bottom lip trembling while waking up next to the man of your dreams? You loved him so fucking much. It wasn’t fair that it all had to end. Brian had given you the best weeks of your life, and you’d given him your heart.

You could feel your body trembling with the exertion of holding your tears back, blinking rapidly into Brian’s chest to calm yourself from the sudden surge of emotions. The warmth of his skin was ever-present as you lay against him, as was the grasp of his big hands. Letting a few more deep breaths pass through your lungs, you couldn’t resist placing a lingering kiss on his chest where your face rested. And then another, and another.

When you heard Brian’s soft snores falter, you caught your breath and stopped the kisses, sucking in the formed tears you didn’t want him to see. He was always slow to wake up, so you had some time to pull yourself together before he was coherent enough to notice. You helped him get there by rubbing your cheek against his furry chest. There wasn’t much else you could do within his vice grip.

Brian’s arms slackened for a moment as he breached the realm of consciousness and the snores petered out. As he got his bearings, realising you were still cuddled nearby, the tight hug returned. How he could be so incredibly adorable, and so confidently, sexily possessive in the same breath drove you wild. You’d gladly be his teddy bear for the rest of your days.

“Morning Bri,” you whispered, sending happy notes into his skin.

You were answered with a quiet rumble and a quick flex of his biceps against you. The hidden strength of his arms never ceased to amaze you. Even tired and sleepy, just waking up.

A few more minutes passed in silence, sharing warmth and intimacy. You were almost expecting the sweet snores to return, thinking your lover had fallen back asleep, but his scratchy tenor eventually met your ears.

“Mornin’ little love.”

You weren’t completely sure if he remembered your first greeting, so you echoed another “Good morning” into his chest.

Perhaps this made him realise just how tightly he’d pressed you against him, for he released you a tad and pushed you to lie on your back. He groaned and opened his eyes with his shoulder looming over you. “Sorry.”

You chuckled, blinking through your blurry vision up at him. “As if your hugs were a problem.”

Brian smiled at your little joke, and the warmth you found in his eyes said it all. You were so glad that he finally knew just how much you wanted to be here, with HIM. And that you loved everything he did to you.

Almost timidly, his fingers traced the places on your throat they’d been last night. You doubted there were marks of any kind, but the smooth caress they gave reminded you how wonderful it all had been. It seemed you were still wearing your collar; Brian unclasped it from your neck with grace and care. Then, in a contrasting movement, he tossed it down to the bottom of the bed and leaned in to kiss the fresh skin underneath. A breathy sigh formed in your chest as you let his lips tickle your throat, claiming your tender flesh.

You could feel his lips move against your skin as he smiled at how he affected you. Kissing once more, Brin murmured his own feelings. “I do so enjoy waking up with you in my arms.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” You were still a bit breathless from his touch.

Brian hummed, content, and leaned down, pouty lips asking for another kiss, which you gave gladly.

“I’m sorry I forgot to take your collar off...” His eyes trailed up and down your form, and he smirked. “But I guess we were a bit distracted.”

“It’s okay Bri...” The familiar warm knot in your stomach formed under his dark eyes. “...It didn’t bother me.”

That much was true. The collar he’d given you was well-made, soft and comfortable. It never felt constricting in any way. In fact, you loved wearing it. It was a symbol of your relationship: that you were his. You loved how it sat around your neck, making you feel pretty and wanted. With Brian so close beside you, staring down at your face on the pillow with that caring, attentive expression, you felt compelled to tell him the whole truth.

“I’d wear it all day if you let me.”

Brian’s eye darkened a fraction at that, and his upper lip twitched. Your stomach clenched in anticipation of his reaction. You loved to see him happy, and horny.

“Is that so?” His deep tenor practically purred, vibrating in your bones and between your legs. He licked his lips, leaving a glimmering sheen of wetness on the plump pink that you couldn’t stop staring at as his stomach met yours and pushed you down into the mattress.

Brian pinned you beneath him with no effort at all, looking like the most erotic creature imaginable with his morning hair and scruff. You were trapped, kept, and completely loved. A deep, rooted part of you craved it more than anything else, and you pushed a strong breath out through his weight to tell him so.

“I always want a part of you with me.” You wriggled beneath him, getting heated from the position and your own words. “Something to remind me that I’m yours.”

The honest, desperate look in your eye was impossible for Brian to resist. He closed the remaining small distance and crushed your lips with his. He nipped, sucked, forced his tongue against yours like he wanted to consume you for his own pleasure. You were pliant and light-headed, easily overcome with his sudden ferocity, until you weren’t.

Coming up for a breath, Brian seemed to remember that it was morning, and you’d both been enjoying the gentle pleasantness of the early day. His lips slowed then, giving you some room to return your own affections. But his hips started moving and tempted your core at the proximity of his. Your whirling head spun happily. He never ceased to keep you off-balance, surprising you at every turn with his whims and changes. Brian was a complex, impulsive man, and you loved every bit of him.

Through the gentle kisses, he murmured things that made you squirm and ground his bare front against yours. “I’d like nothing more than to parade you around in my collar, with my handprints on your lovely arse and my marks on your neck for everyone to see.” He growled at your moan, and bit softly at the bottom lip of your open mouth. His teeth tugged your lip towards him a fraction of an inch until it slipped out and lay useless below your heaving breaths. Brian looked down at you with dark, shining eyes. “But you know we can’t do that, don’t you darling?”

You nodded your head, unhappy to be reminded of such a fact, and whined a pitiful “yes.”

The regret for this fact was shared between the two of you, sighing and kissing through more lazy movements. Brian wasn’t even hard against you, but the delicate intimacy of each other’s skin said more than enough. There was pleasure in simply doing this: in being together. And a strange part of you was aroused at how desperate he made you as he appeared unaffected. Because you knew how he burned for you inside. He didn’t always need to be rock hard and ready.

When you were practically dripping, aching for a release and reward that would never come, Brian stilled atop you. He gave you a final kiss and pulled away far enough that you could look in his eyes. In his big, beautiful, sheepish eyes.

“You know... there is something I can give you as a... reminder.” Brian stalled, almost as if he couldn’t believe he was really saying the words, and then raced through the finish, throwing all his breath into the final sentence. “I want to try it if you do.”

You swallowed, suddenly nervous. “Sure Bri... whatever you want.” Your words came out unthinking, an automatic response to his voice. An obedient girl who agrees without question. You ached to please him, desperate to experience all he had to offer before it was too late. But if Brian wasn’t sure you’d be into his idea, it was certainly something you’d never done before.

The smirk that appeared on Brian’s soft lips was worth the butterflies tumbling in your gut. “Good girl,” he chuckled, “But hear me out first.” He ran his hands up and down your sides, patted your shoulders, and rolled over onto his back, groaning slightly at the effort. “Be a dear and fetch my bag- top drawer, black.” One long finger pointed to the hotel dresser.

He lay there, watching from the warm blankets as you did as he said. Your heart thumped hard in your chest. You braved the cool room, padding quickly over to the dresser, naked and flushed from Brian’s touches. You tried to keep calm as you opened the specified drawer, pawing through a few small piles of neatly folded briefs to find your target. It was strange: you’d seen Brian in his underwear many times at this point- and routinely took them off him- but searching through his delicates played havoc with your nerves. The hint of such unattainable domesticity was distracting, as you didn’t feel you were worthy to experience it.

After a quick, too-long rummage, you grasped your prize and hoped your red cheeks didn’t betray you as you walked back to Brian, who was waiting with his bare chest out, like the tease he was.

“You remember what you purchased for me, back in Canada?” Hazel eyes held yours with a subtle fire.

A lump appeared in your throat, but you ignored it and nodded. The Toronto sex shop flashed into your mind and you mentally scanned everything you’d bought as you handed him the bag. The man kept these in his sock drawer, apparently on hand for whenever he had the urge. Fuck.

Long, elegant fingers searched through the silk bag until Brian found what he was looking for. He pulled his hand out and between his thumb and index finger sat one of the black butt plugs- to your relief, the smaller one. Though it still looked rather large to you.

Likely seeing your wide eyes, Brian quickly filled the silence. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I just thought... we could try it for a little while.” His gaze met the mattress. “See if you liked it.”

You didn’t know what to say. Images flashed through your head of you sitting awkwardly around the plug, bearing the slight pain that reminded you of Brian. No one would be able to see why you were walking funny. How Brian kept you thinking of him for every moment he was busy. Keeping yourself open for him. Full even without his cock. Ready for when he wanted you. Thoughts shifted to the nights after, when he’d remove the plug and replace it with his thick penis, stretching you wider than you ever thought possible to accommodate him. Fucking your tight, virgin arse and reveling in the way you cried out in hard ecstasy...

“I wanna try it.”

The words left your mouth before you were entirely sure you meant them. Anal sex and everything that surrounded it were ‘yellow’ in your limits for a reason. You’d never experienced it before; you didn’t know what to expect. Brian and you had discussed it in your limits conversation at the beginning, and that seemed like ages ago.

The satisfaction that filled his eyes and tweaked his lips when you’d agreed though... it helped you feel good about your decision. Brian knew what he was doing; he’d show you these new pleasures with more skill and care than any other man you would encounter in your life. You trusted him.

However, the nervous excitement brewing in your gut came from a different source. You also yearned to please him, to let him do what he wanted. Be the perfect girl he could always count on to fill a certain need that he couldn’t get anywhere else. You wanted to be everything HE wanted. Here, by his side, far from his wife looming across the Atlantic.

Brian crooked his finger, and you shuffled over to him atop the mattress on your bare knees. The way he looked at you, with a cocked head and pleased, roaming eyes... it made everything worth it. All the butterflies in your stomach tumbled pleasingly when it was he who caused them.

“Good girl,” he muttered, reaching out to you as you got near enough. You could feel the helpless arousal pooling between your legs. “On your back.”

His strong hands helped guide you into the now-familiar position, but the toy and lube he placed on the mattress beside you were far from comfortable. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, pulsing through your arteries so loud that you wondered if Brian could hear. His long fingers reached down between your legs and you supressed a whine, unsure if you wanted him to stop of if you were desperate to continue.

“You can tell me to stop at any time,” Brian reminded you, “Just use your colours.”

“I know.”

That lip twitch would be the death of you. “Good girl.”

Surprisingly, Brian’s dextrous fingers pushed at your pussy first. He explored familiar territory, spreading your juices and enjoying the wetness he caused. He played with your clit, rubbing and teasing with the skill that drove you insane. Before too long you were quivering, throbbing in pleasure with your head thrown back as he held you still with his other arm. Gone were the nerves and the timid thoughts. All you needed was more, rutting into his hand.

He plunged a finger into your channel, making you moan out loud, and then added another. His hands were so big, so strong. He turned you into a desperate mess at whim, and chuckled, absolutely revelling in the power. You were his.

You’d almost forgotten what was to come, caught up in the thrills of pleasure, when the wet tip of his index finger made its way to your other hole. Your breath stalled in your throat, frozen for the moment he pushed in, but it wasn’t the strange ache you were expecting. His thumb kept moving on your clit, and with your arousal for lubrication, you barely felt it at all.

Brian played with your arse the same way he had your cunt. He wiggled his finger, stretching your muscles as he reached deeper inside. It was strange at first: to feel the burn without the accompanying nerve pleasure you were used to, coming from a different place on your body. But as he got further in, stretching you wide enough to sting, you were starting to enjoy a new kind of pleasure.

It was a dull pleasure, a slow, taunting, waiting pleasure. Almost like he wasn’t deep enough. Wasn’t stretching you enough. He made sure you were sufficiently loose, and rubbed at your sensitive bud to keep you on edge, but he never pushed you over that wonderful edge.

Sensing your acceptance and enjoyment, Brian spoke again, and you tried to focus your thoughts to listen.

“Does it feel good darling? You’re doing so well. Not long to go now.”

You nodded uselessly on the pillow, and then gathered wits to answer properly. “Y- yes Brian. It feels... good.” You breathed heavily, not fully sure how to describe the sensations he was causing. All you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop. “Keep going.”

“Mmm... that’s good sweetheart. Almost there. Your little arse is so tight for me, squeezing my finger like a vice.” His voice was soft and slow, but laced with a fiery sort of lust and desire that drove you insane. “Have you done this before? Let anyone touch you like this before me?”

You wanted to scream. “N-no Sir. You’re the first.”

You clenched around his finger as Brian growled, flattered and immensely turned on by your admittance. He was spurred on, pulling one hand away from you and using it to lube the plug with practiced ease. It was times like these when you really did wonder just how much experience Brian had, and the thought of his long, hedonistic past aroused you even further.

The shock of the cool lube against your tender skin pulled you from your imaginings and back to the present as you gasped into the morning air. This was it. As Brian worked the toy into your opening you couldn’t help but tense. It was wider than his finger, burning unpleasantly despite his prep.

“Relax baby... almost there. You’ve been so bloody good for me...”

Brian’s voice encouraged you more than anything else could. You loved him, trusted him, and willed your body to let him in. You’d do anything for him when he spoke like that.

Stretching, stretching, and then sweet relief when you felt the cool rubber slip past your rim. It was a very strange sensation, but with Brian’s sweet praises, you liked it.

“There it is... You’re such a good girl Y/N. Wonderful, beautiful, little lady.”

You felt like you were floating, so high on his complements, blissfully happy to have pleased him once more. There was a big, goofy grin on your lips that Brian promptly kissed off, covering your mouth with his own more insistent one. Something about your prone, open form beneath him- submissive and overcome- must have been irresistible.

You kissed back with as much strength as you could muster and felt the aching arousal flood back into your bones. You’d just given a very intimate part of yourself over to another person for the first time, and you were beyond glad it was Brian. You felt like you belonged to him more now than ever before: already learning to love the open, ready, needy feeling the plug gave you. Especially because it was his idea to buy it, and his desire to use it. YOU made him crave these things.

When Brian finally released your lips, you gazed up at him with hooded eyes. “Feels good Sir... thank you.”

And the world-famous rock star, praised and idolized by so many, held his breath at your words. His eyes were as wide as you’d ever seen them. He couldn’t seem to process your pure gratefulness in the moment, staring at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world when it was HE who was the amazing one.

He cleared his throat, shook his head, and leaned back to get a better look at you. “You’re welcome baby girl. You were brilliant.”

Shaking off his earlier hesitation like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t, he collected himself and returned your smile with one of his own. “That should leave a pleasant reminder for you, don’t you think?”

As if to prove his point, Brian reached down once more and dragged a finger through your dripping folds, tapping on the end of the plug and flicking your hard clit. You were wound up with arousal, throbbing and horny for the release that you knew now wouldn’t come.

“Yes Sir.”

Brian surveyed his work, sitting up with his hands on his long thighs, watching as your quad muscles twitched from his beautiful torture. You strained your neck to look into his eyes. Their inky depths drew you in and burned your skin as he admired you. Your cunt clenched around nothing. You felt full, yet empty, desperate for his touch.

Smirking deliciously, Brian’s smooth voice was coated with sin. “You’re mine Y/N, every minute of every day. Now be a good girl and wait.”

Chapter 101: Teasing Texts

Notes:

Huge daddy kink warning! I couldn't resist lol. I'll post the alternate in a bit, but I'm a bit exhausted at the moment ;p

Hopefully this extra long chapter makes up for the wait. I hope the next one comes rather quickly.

Brian reminded you several times that you could take the plug out whenever you wanted or needed to. He warned you that it was probably easier, and safer, to leave it a couple minutes, get used to the feeling, and leave it be. You nodded along, but you were very aware of the drawl of his voice, and the dark glint in his eye.

He spoke as if rational, practical. As much as one could be, discussing such things. But you knew Brian better than that. You knew what he was underneath, past the charming shell of gentle politeness. That was the press’s Brian. Your inner desires responded to your Brian. Because he WAS kind and gentle... but he was also a whole lot more.

So when he told you he didn’t want you to push yourself too far, too soon, and when he stared hot into your eyes, you wanted nothing more than to show up in his room later that night, with a collar on your throat and the plug up your arse. You wanted to show him that you’d do anything for him.

It would be worth it- for the wide, surprised eyes, the dark brow, and the filthy, feral glint of those pointed teeth in his smirk. You could almost imagine it now... The wetness between your legs made you even more conscious of how open you were. All for Brian.

God you fucking loved him.

But the wait was agony.

You were sitting here, left alone in his huge hotel room, with nothing but thoughts of a certain sexy guitarist in your mind. You swung your legs as they dangled off the plush king bed. The plug seemed to be doing everything you thought it would: a physical reminder of what you were there for and who you belonged to. It was unbelievably sexy, because you knew he loved you for more than that, but you couldn’t deny there was a certain, broken part of you that was attracted to how dirty it was.

Brian was off at the stadium, doing some rehearsals or meeting with managers... you weren’t really sure. Whatever huge rockstars had for busy work. He didn’t seem overly thrilled to have to do it, and reluctantly admitted that there was a dinner this evening he also had to attend. You were certain that it would be better if you didn’t join him, and Brian never offered that you could. Pushing past the unreasonable stab of hurt for that fact, you told yourself it was for the best. You didn’t want a repeat of last time. Brian was only looking out for you.

Still, it was lonely in the big room without him. Surrounded by opulence, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. So you sat, and paced, playing both the past and future over and over again in your mind. Every once and a while you’d shift enough that the plug sent a tiny twinge of pain up your spine. Nothing you were concerned about of course, not when it was for Bri.

You made your way over to the en suite bathroom with delicate steps. Walking was a challenge at the moment- so unfamiliar you were with the feeling of something stretching you open continually. You flicked the light on and looked in the large mirror. The image that greeted you drew your eyes and created a deep, devilish warmth inside.

The girl in the mirror was disheveled. Her hair was a mess, and her naked skin flushed, yet she twirled as she admired her body. This was no longer the Y/N that you’d hated all those weeks ago, feeling small and inadequate next to Brian. This was someone new, and though she looked tired, you thought you understood her better.

The decorative lights brought out the contrast of the marks on your skin. Dark purple and brown bruises littered your hips and wrists, red bites stained your neck. Propelled by some unknown force, you raised your hands above your head, fingers intertwined. The bright peaks of your breasts followed upwards, flashing with the reminders of Brian’s possessiveness. Your feet bounced, and your womanly flesh jiggled with them: pale, peaked, yearning for the touch of a large, calloused hand. This was what Brian saw when he pinned your arms down, driving into your wet heat from above, watching as your chest moved with every one of his thrusts.

You shuddered at how you pleased him, remembering the feel of his hands on your skin. His tongue wrapped around your sensitive nipples. Shaking, your hands moved up to cup yourself. Squeeze yourself. Rubbing your hard nubs, you’d never felt like more of a whore. You pinched your peaked skin and cried out, thrusting into nothing as the plug stretched your bottom.

The ache between your legs was almost unbearable at this point, but Brian wasn’t coming for a long time. You wanted, needed to be good for him. He didn’t need to tell you explicitly that you couldn’t come on your own, you knew the rules. You came for Daddy only.

And he’d left you, horny and desperate, all alone with a poor substitute between your legs that wasn’t near as big or as fulfilling as his cock.

You turned around, still clamping your breasts, and looked at the faded marks of his large hands on your ass. The creamy flesh was far too clean, healing fast after Brian’s hands had been there. You wanted more. You wanted it to last. You wanted him to bite you and spit on you and spank you before he fucked you... more and more possibilities filling your mind as you stood aroused and aching.

You were throbbing, desperate for his touch, yet you dared not give yourself the satisfaction you craved. And Brian was off doing God knows what, unaffected by your struggle. You could still picture the subtle underlying twinkle in his eye when he’d said goodbye.

Smug Bastard.

You stared at your form in the mirror for a moment longer, and suddenly your own lip twitched with a wonderful idea. Perhaps you could give Brian a taste of his own medicine. You were just aroused and mindless enough to do it, finding courage in desperation.

You ran back into the bedroom, still flushed and naked, and grabbed your phone off the side table. The hammering in your chest was overwhelming, but it didn’t stop you. Not at this point. You almost couldn’t believe you were going to do this... but your shaking fingers opened the camera. As your own face flashed on the screen, you watched yourself swallow. Your eyes were blown with lust, your lips red from biting them unconsciously.

Before you could think about it too long, you were back in the bathroom, standing once more in front of the full-length mirror. You could barely breathe for your heart in your throat. Tilting a hip, you tried to re-capture the flighty confidence you’d held earlier. Pushing your chest out, flexing your core, you turned your hips to the side just enough to give a hint at modesty, and provide him with a good view of your ass.

Click.

The electronic camera sound seemed to echo in the big, lonely room, reminding you of the insanity of what you’d just done. You glanced down at the result. And... oh... it was good. You rarely took photos of yourself, finding it a bit vain and unnecessary if you were honest, but this wasn’t for you. This was for Brian. And it turned out better than you expected. You looked as desperate as you felt: longing for the man on the other end of the lens. Your body was covered in his marks. You looked almost... appealing. And wasn’t it a shock to hear yourself think those thoughts.

Y/N: 1:20 PM
Thinking of you <3

Cheesy, yes, but ultimately true. Your fingers sent the photo before you let yourself process what a bad idea it was.

The sheer, abject terror you felt afterwards though... that was enough to force you down atop the toilet seat. Your whole body was shaking, and you could do nothing but sit, stare at your own image on the message screen, and wait.

Thoughts stormed through your head. What if Brian was busy? He was sure taking a long time to reply. What if someone else saw the picture? What if they said something? What if he hated it? What if he liked it? What if he thought the whole idea was dangerous? Or embarrassing. What if he--

Daddy: 1:25 PM
You are a VERY, naughty girl.

Your eyes were threatening to pop out of your head as you read the words, again and again and again. Until you confirmed to yourself what they said, and your thighs clenched upon the toilet.

Daddy: 1:25 PM
Such a teasing little slut. Trying to get my attention when you should be waiting patiently ...

Daddy: 1:26 PM
Do you remember who you belong to ? Did my plug keep your pretty little arse full enough this morning ??

The stretch of the toy inside you, while burning and significant for the first part of the day, was nowhere near enough anymore. You nodded furiously to yourself, typing a response to his leading, OBVIOUS question. Like he didn’t know what he’d done to you.

Y/N: 1:26 PM
I’m all yours Daddy. And I’m still full, waiting for you to come back.

Even through text, your words sounded pathetic. He drove you to such a state every time: pleading, desperate, innocent and yearning for a guiding hand.

Your sex grew wetter and wetter, soaking your skin and the plug more with every text, and every minute he made you wait before sending his reply. It made you think of what he was doing right now. Of who he was talking to, while he smirked at his phone and raked his eyes over the photo you’d sent.

You were buzzing, and still hadn’t moved from the toilet, legs beginning to go numb as your phone finally flashed again.

Daddy: 1:28 PM
Show me.

Oh God... fuck. What had you got yourself into? You should have known that anything you started, Brian would finish. He was always up for anything you wanted to try, and then sent you spinning with his experience and enthusiasm.

You couldn’t disappoint him: always compelled to give Bri anything he wanted. Pleasing him made you feel alive. The uncomfortable twinge in your gut when you were pushed to your limits, the excitement of uncertainly, the high of desperate embarrassment. There was no one else who could give you the same heady mixture of pleasure and nerves.

The rushing blood sent pins and needles to your feet as you stood up from the porcelain. You teetered a moment, catching yourself on the counter, and took another deep breath in the mirror. Mouth open and eyes wide, your chest was heaving. You’d done this to yourself. The familiar ache of arousal was back, stronger than ever, telling you to do as Brian said, as if that could possibly lead to the relief you needed.

You turned your back to the mirror and bent at the waist, not able to even think of the other positions that may have been possible. You’d never felt so slutty in your life as you turned the camera around to snap a pic of your red, marked ass. Your legs were spread wide, your thighs close to glistening, and the black end of the plug visible above a desperate pussy.

You hit send before you could fully process what happened, unable to look at the picture for more than a second to make sure it wasn’t blurred. Your whole face flushed at the disaster that photo could cause, for you- so exposed- and for Brian. But there was no one you trusted more. No one else you’d risk sending such pictures to. No one else you’d ever wanted to.

Daddy: 1:36 PM
FUCK baby girl ... you have a gorgeous ass.

Daddy: 1:36 PM
If I’d known you were this much of a dirty girl I’d have fucked you this morning. Never done it before and already desperate for my cock ? Didn’t know you were such a slut

You bit your bottom lip reading his words, and quickly typed out your own feelings on HIS rear end, before re-thinking and deleting it all. You couldn’t let him get away with everything so easily. You’d seen that glint in his eye this morning. His hidden agenda, revealed to you only through the elicit desires you brought out in each other. Brian wouldn’t even admit it to himself. Just as you didn’t fully understand why you needed to show him your desperation so badly.

Y/N: 1:38 PM
I think you did know Daddy.

Y/N: 1:47 PM
I’m YOUR slut

He’d fully meant to tease you this morning- filling you up, bringing you to the edge, and then making you wait. Now there were two of you flustered. A certain satisfaction rested in your gut at that, picturing the red, heated skin on his chest. You wondered if he was getting hard. If he had to try to hide the fact that that massive cock of his was eager for your body.

It sure took him a while to answer. The length of time between his replies was somehow even more erotic. He made you wait, desperate and yearning for so little. You wondered if he was simply teasing you, or if he was busy, taking every break he could to send you salacious messages unbeknownst to those around him.

When your phone did buzz again, the answer was as mysterious as it was hot.

Daddy: 1:52 PM
Good little girl XX

That was all he gave you, and the words seemed final. You waited for a while in the bathroom, still pacing about the shiny tiles completely bare, but Brian never texted again. You couldn’t think of anything to send back either, without feeling foolish or clingy.

Unsurprisingly, worry settled in your stomach. It was always quick to come with Bri- when you weren’t completely sure of his reaction. Unnecessary, frivolous doubt because of who he was and what that meant. The tiny, irritating voice that told you were a pest, or a bother. You’d learned to ignore it for the most part, so you pushed it down and left the bathroom with your head high. It was never good to overthink your worth to Brian, or to compare yourself against him.

You wouldn’t read insincerity in his answers when it wasn’t there. His words were brief, yes, but appreciative. He was just busy.

You shook your head, flopping back onto the bed and trying to temper the arousal that lingered between your legs. Your muscles twinged against the hard toy a bit as you landed, but it was okay. There wasn’t much to do other than wait for Brian anyways. And he’d be gone all night.

You could show him just how good you were. Perhaps now was the time for practice. You looked again to your phone screen, pulling up a private search window. And research.

…

You awoke to the harsh sound of the door being opened in a hurry, blinking and pulling your head up off the bed where you must’ve dosed off. Your heart pounded with fright, because Brian should be at dinner by now, and you had no idea who it could be. You were stunned, with ice cold shock running through your veins, nervously awaiting disaster. You’d hadn’t even put clothes on today! The large room and warm summer day didn’t necessitate it.

However, hearing Brian’s thick voice curse as he threw whatever he was carrying down on the floor, you were shocked for a whole different reason.

You didn’t say anything as you listened to his heavy footsteps approach the bedroom, just staring with wide eyes, waiting for his form to appear in the doorway. A shoulder came in view, followed by a mass of curls and Brian’s wonderful, tall body. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. He looked so fucking big: stalking into the room like a man on a mission.

Hazel eyes met yours, piercing right through your skin to your squishy centre. You felt open and exposed, sitting bare atop the covers, but god was it wonderful when he looked at you with that hunger. And your body responded to his lust immediately. The gasping, desperate breath you took felt cold down your throat, and your arousal was wet between your legs.

Seeing you clutching your chest on the bed, trying and failing to maintain some dignity in your naked state, Brian chuckled.

“I knew you’d be here Y/N. Still in my room... naked, it seems... in my bed.” He drawled the words, blatantly running his eyes over your body as he did so.

You swallowed thickly, barely managing a nod, still stunned, embarrassed, and overwhelmed to see him here.

“...Waiting for me to get home like a perfect, good girl.”

Again, you bobbed your head. Thoughts flashed to a similar incident, so very long ago, when you’d not had any clean clothes left to wear. How different he seemed now though, from that day, when he’d come in, smiling, giving you a gifted red dress and sinful smirks.

“But you weren’t good, where you Y/N?” He stalked towards the mattress, ripping open his shirt buttons and exposing his haired chest in the process. It was red and flushed, just as you’d pictured, and a pleased tremor ran down your spine as gratification.

“You thought you’d be bad, teasing Daddy while he was busy, because you couldn’t. Wait. A. Single. Fucking. DAY.” His voice grew rougher with every word.

Brian was towering over the edge of the bed beside you, staring down with dark, fiery eyes and a feral grimace on his face. Fuck. Your stomach dropped to your knees, fleeing the man above you. It was unclear whether your pounding heart wanted you to hide or spread your legs.

He threw his shirt down to the floor, drawing your eyes to the large, ready bulge in his shorts. He stood, bare-chested, looking so wonderfully broad, big and powerful. You practically melted into the mattress.

“I’ve been in a right state because of you...” he gestured to his groin, “While you do God knows what here, pretending to be innocent...”

“I didn’t come Daddy! I waited for you.” You found your voice all of a sudden in a flash, desperately trying to make him pleased with you. But it was the wrong thing to say. Your hands immediately clapped over your mouth when you’d realized you interrupted him.

Brian just stared at you a moment: hard eyes putting you in your place.

“So that makes up for the fucking filthy photo you sent me?”

Fuck! He wrong-footed you so easily, so you were tripping and stuttering over your words.

“N- No. I mean yes! I mean...” you lost your train of thought, so overwhelmed beneath his gaze. “I thought you’d like it.”

Brian stood up straighter, recognizing the uncertainly in your voice, and stopped looming so close over you. But his penetrating eyes didn’t leave yours. “I did like them darling... FAR too much.” Finally, the tight coil of nerves in your stomach relaxed into a satisfying, heavy weight. “That’s why I had to come see for myself how fucking wet you’d made yourself.”

Brian’s clear interest and desire gave you the confidence to say what was on your tongue. “YOU make me wet Daddy.

His handsome face melted into an attractive, teasing, endlessly pleased smirk. Brian always liked to be told how irresistible he was. He purred a deep response, speaking slowly like he knew how grateful you were that he was there. How lucky you felt that he’d blessed you with his presence. And the punishing, possessive domination from earlier returned.

“I know I make you wet baby girl.” He said the word teasingly, mocking the inexperienced, innocent way you’d used it. “Your cunt’s soaked enough that you’ve been naked all day, trying to tempt me back here like a naughty little vixen while my toy fills your ass.” His words were filthy and hard-edged, making your gut clench shamefully and your skin vibrate with anticipation.

Brian paused, popped the button of his fly and let his shorts follow his shirt to the floor. “Well it worked.” His cock tented his briefs obscenely, drawing your eyes to the patches of pre-come that had wet his own groin. The sight was short-lived, soon replaced by the bounce of his thick, bare cock as he stood fully naked in front of you, ready to devour. The sight of his red, leaking tip pressed up high against his round belly forced a needy, whining moan from your parted lips. Brian grinned as he enjoyed it.

“I hope you know what you’ve done little girl... because I’m gonna give you everything you asked for, and you’re gonna take it. Then you’ll know how it really feels to be filled.”

The words ‘with my big cock’ didn’t need to be said, because you could see them written in his eyes. Brian slowly crawled onto the bed, crowding your space with his large body. You were forced onto your back by instinct, chest heaving as his loomed above you.

You swallowed the lump that had re-formed in your throat, thoughts spinning uselessly, so preoccupied with him. The whisper that formed on your lips barely communicated what you wanted it to.

“I thought you had a dinner tonight...”

“Not anymore.”

You kept staring at his broad chest and the perfect nipples that sat there amidst soft body hair. It was still such a fascination that your actions had brought him here to you. “But you said you had to--”

“Haven’t you learned by now?” Brian just smirked as he cut you off, pinning your wrists beneath his hands on the mattress. His eyes were limitlessly dark. “What Daddy wants... Daddy gets.”

Your cunt spasmed around nothing. God, GOD... fuck. You did know. Brian got absolutely everything he wanted. Including you. Even when he shouldn’t: when his wife didn’t approve, when Sarina threatened to end it all, when the danger of being outed to the press was undeniable. Nobody, nobody, it seemed, could tell him ‘No.’ And wasn’t that the fucking scariest, sexiest thing on earth.

You moaned as Brian’s teeth attacked your neck, sucking and marking as he pleased. “Mmnph... yes Daddy,” you heaved, breathless, “Anything you want.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your neck as you felt the wonderful, biting heat of his lips. “Thank you.”

Brian’s answering growl flooded your core with arousal. You felt the mattress soak beneath you, but with his mouth attached to your neck you couldn’t feel embarrassed. His soft, gorgeous tummy brushed against yours like a sweet caress, and his hard penis prodded your skin insistently.

Once your throat was covered in new red marks like those you’d admired in the mirror earlier, and your lips were swollen from Brian’s possessiveness, he pulled away. His arms continued to hold yours down on the mattress, but his burning eyes gave away his impatience. As soon as they met yours you were flipped onto your stomach.

Brian pushed the bottom of your thighs until you were in a better position, with your shoulders down and your ass raised: presented to him with your pussy dripping and the plug visible. He groaned at the sight. It was dirty, masculine and primal. With the fresh air cool on your bottom you were fully aware of your vulnerability. And you fucking loved it.

Smack!

A firm slap to your ass made you gasp, and then moan as the red-hot sting spread from Brian’s handprint to your inner thighs.

Smack!

He swatted the other side to match, replacing the faded marks with new ones. The automatic clench of your muscles after his hand made contact made you fully aware of the toy still inside you. The one he’d left you with as a reminder. You were completely his: utterly owned and taken care of.

“Fucking beautiful,” Brian growled, and you wondered if he meant your ass or the sight of his handprints on it. You didn’t have time to figure it out.

Two long fingers plunged into your channel, hard and immediate. Brian could see you were dripping wet, and he didn’t have the patience or desire to start slowly. Not after what you’d shown him this morning. “Is this what you wanted when you sent me those messages today baby girl?”

You moaned into the mattress as his fingers moved, brushing against the solid fullness of the toy on the other side of your inner wall. It was a brand new sensation; the intimacy filled your heart and the uncontrollable submission settled in your gut.

But Brian didn’t like your non-answer. He pressed in further, laying his thumb against your clit with enough force that you could feel your blood pulse against him. “IS IT? Did you want my fingers in this sweet little cunt?”

You saw stars as he rubbed so deep inside. You’d never been so full in this way, with what felt like your entire body stretched wide. “Yes Daddy...” you whined pitifully. “I wanted your fingers.”

“Is that all you wanted?”

He curled his fingertips as he enunciated, almost meeting the end of the plug inside your body. You fought to stay still, somehow feeling it in both your arse and your pussy. He always knew what you really needed, even when you weren’t sure yourself. Moaning, ashamed and defeated, you admitted your desires.

“No Daddy... I wanted your cock too.”

It was so bloody hard to speak with him inside you, working those magic fingers like he did every night on stage. But Brian didn’t seem to mind.

He chuckled at how useless you were already, teasing you towards insanity. “...Do you think it’ll fit? You’re such a cute, tiny thing.” He cupped your ass with his free hand, emphasizing how it spanned all the way across your skin.

God… the way he said it so casually, like it was anywhere near appropriate conversation, was ridiculously sexy. He played with you both mentally and physically. He knew how much you loved your size difference, and you were certain he got off on it just as much.

And the confirmation of what was about to happen tonight- what you’d been fantasizing about all day- made your stomach tremble. Brian’s length had filled your cunt many times: any occasion he wanted to claim you. That thick shaft in your ass... well, that was something else entirely. You almost couldn’t believe it was happening so quickly, but the end of the tour was only two weeks away, and if Brian didn’t want to wait then neither did you. You’d give him everything he desired before you lost him.

“Please Daddy... let me try. I need your big cock inside me.”

The words flowed easily in this mindset. You existed to please the man who kneeled behind you, whose fingers were stretching your cunt so nicely. There was nothing you wanted more than to take him, ALL of him, and make him feel wonderful. You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded begging for it.

Brian practically snarled at your soft, pleading voice. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”

While you were distracted by the long fingers in your pussy, he pulled the plug out of your ass. You were so aroused that you barely felt it, but when the digits were removed, lubed, and then replaced in your rear, you did gasp in shock.

Brian just chortled, patting your bare cheeks with his other hand where his palms had reddened earlier. “It can be a bit cold, this part." He made you feel wonderfully patronized. "Now relax sweetheart... let Daddy show you how to make him feel good.”

Notes:

Sorry for another cliffhanger!! It would just have been much too long without, and I want to isolate two very different feelings so two chapters will work better. Thanks for reading! Let me know how it was ;p

Chapter 102: Teasing Texts (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as the previous chapter without the daddy kink

Brian reminded you several times that you could take the plug out whenever you wanted or needed to. He warned you that it was probably easier, and safer, to leave it a couple minutes, get used to the feeling, and leave it be. You nodded along, but you were very aware of the drawl of his voice, and the dark glint in his eye.

He spoke as if rational, practical. As much as one could be, discussing such things. But you knew Brian better than that. You knew what he was underneath, past the charming shell of gentle politeness. That was the press’s Brian. Your inner desires responded to your Brian. Because he WAS kind and gentle... but he was also a whole lot more.

So when he told you he didn’t want you to push yourself too far, too soon, and when he stared hot into your eyes, you wanted nothing more than to show up in his room later that night, with a collar on your throat and the plug up your arse. You wanted to show him that you’d do anything for him.

It would be worth it- for the wide, surprised eyes, the dark brow, and the filthy, feral glint of those pointed teeth in his smirk. You could almost imagine it now... The wetness between your legs made you even more conscious of how open you were. All for Brian.

God you fucking loved him.

But the wait was agony.

You were sitting here, left alone in his huge hotel room, with nothing but thoughts of a certain sexy guitarist in your mind. You swung your legs as they dangled off the plush king bed. The plug seemed to be doing everything you thought it would: a physical reminder of what you were there for and who you belonged to. It was unbelievably sexy, because you knew he loved you for more than that, but you couldn’t deny there was a certain, broken part of you that was attracted to how dirty it was.

Brian was off at the stadium, doing some rehearsals or meeting with managers... you weren’t really sure. Whatever huge rockstars had for busy work. He didn’t seem overly thrilled to have to do it, and reluctantly admitted that there was a dinner this evening he also had to attend. You were certain that it would be better if you didn’t join him, and Brian never offered that you could. Pushing past the unreasonable stab of hurt for that fact, you told yourself it was for the best. You didn’t want a repeat of last time. Brian was only looking out for you.

Still, it was lonely in the big room without him. Surrounded by opulence, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. So you sat, and paced, playing both the past and future over and over again in your mind. Every once and a while you’d shift enough that the plug sent a tiny twinge of pain up your spine. Nothing you were concerned about of course, not when it was for Bri.

You made your way over to the en suite bathroom with delicate steps. Walking was a challenge at the moment- so unfamiliar you were with the feeling of something stretching you open continually. You flicked the light on and looked in the large mirror. The image that greeted you drew your eyes and created a deep, devilish warmth inside.

The girl in the mirror was disheveled. Her hair was a mess, and her naked skin flushed, yet she twirled as she admired her body. This was no longer the Y/N that you’d hated all those weeks ago, feeling small and inadequate next to Brian. This was someone new, and though she looked tired, you thought you understood her better.

The decorative lights brought out the contrast of the marks on your skin. Dark purple and brown bruises littered your hips and wrists, red bites stained your neck. Propelled by some unknown force, you raised your hands above your head, fingers intertwined. The bright peaks of your breasts followed upwards, flashing with the reminders of Brian’s possessiveness. Your feet bounced, and your womanly flesh jiggled with them: pale, peaked, yearning for the touch of a large, calloused hand. This was what Brian saw when he pinned your arms down, driving into your wet heat from above, watching as your chest moved with every one of his thrusts.

You shuddered at how you pleased him, remembering the feel of his hands on your skin. His tongue wrapped around your sensitive nipples. Shaking, your hands moved up to cup yourself. Squeeze yourself. Rubbing your hard nubs, you’d never felt like more of a whore. You pinched your peaked skin and cried out, thrusting into nothing as the plug stretched your bottom.

The ache between your legs was almost unbearable at this point, but Brian wasn’t coming for a long time. You wanted, needed to be good for him. He didn’t need to tell you explicitly that you couldn’t come on your own, you knew the rules. You came for Brian only.

And he’d left you, horny and desperate, all alone with a poor substitute between your legs that wasn’t near as big or as fulfilling as his cock.

You turned around, still clamping your breasts, and looked at the faded marks of his large hands on your ass. The creamy flesh was far too clean, healing fast after Brian’s hands had been there. You wanted more. You wanted it to last. You wanted him to bite you and spit on you and spank you before he fucked you... more and more possibilities filling your mind as you stood aroused and aching.

You were throbbing, desperate for his touch, yet you dared not give yourself the satisfaction you craved. And Brian was off doing God knows what, unaffected by your struggle. You could still picture the subtle underlying twinkle in his eye when he’d said goodbye.

Smug Bastard.

You stared at your form in the mirror for a moment longer, and suddenly your own lip twitched with a wonderful idea. Perhaps you could give Brian a taste of his own medicine. You were just aroused and mindless enough to do it, finding courage in desperation.

You ran back into the bedroom, still flushed and naked, and grabbed your phone off the side table. The hammering in your chest was overwhelming, but it didn’t stop you. Not at this point. You almost couldn’t believe you were going to do this... but your shaking fingers opened the camera. As your own face flashed on the screen, you watched yourself swallow. Your eyes were blown with lust, your lips red from biting them unconsciously.

Before you could think about it too long, you were back in the bathroom, standing once more in front of the full-length mirror. You could barely breathe for your heart in your throat. Tilting a hip, you tried to re-capture the flighty confidence you’d held earlier. Pushing your chest out, flexing your core, you turned your hips to the side just enough to give a hint at modesty, and provide him with a good view of your ass.

Click.

The electronic camera sound seemed to echo in the big, lonely room, reminding you of the insanity of what you’d just done. You glanced down at the result. And... oh... it was good. You rarely took photos of yourself, finding it a bit vain and unnecessary if you were honest, but this wasn’t for you. This was for Brian. And it turned out better than you expected. You looked as desperate as you felt: longing for the man on the other end of the lens. Your body was covered in his marks. You looked almost... appealing. And wasn’t it a shock to hear yourself think those thoughts.

Y/N: 1:20 PM
Thinking of you <3

Cheesy, yes, but ultimately true. Your fingers sent the photo before you let yourself process what a bad idea it was.

The sheer, abject terror you felt afterwards though... that was enough to force you down atop the toilet seat. Your whole body was shaking, and you could do nothing but sit, stare at your own image on the message screen, and wait.

Thoughts stormed through your head. What if Brian was busy? He was sure taking a long time to reply. What if someone else saw the picture? What if they said something? What if he hated it? What if he liked it? What if he thought the whole idea was dangerous? Or embarrassing. What if he--

Bri: 1:25 PM
You are a VERY, naughty girl.

Your eyes were threatening to pop out of your head as you read the words, again and again and again. Until you confirmed to yourself what they said, and your thighs clenched upon the toilet.

Bri: 1:25 PM
Such a teasing little slut. Trying to get my attention when you should be waiting patiently ...

Bri: 1:26 PM
Do you remember who you belong to ? Did my plug keep your pretty little arse full enough this morning ??

The stretch of the toy inside you, while burning and significant for the first part of the day, was nowhere near enough anymore. You nodded furiously to yourself, typing a response to his leading, OBVIOUS question. Like he didn’t know what he’d done to you.

Y/N: 1:26 PM
I’m all yours Sir. And I’m still full, waiting for you to come back.

Even through text, your words sounded pathetic. He drove you to such a state every time: pleading, desperate, innocent and yearning for a guiding hand.

Your sex grew wetter and wetter, soaking your skin and the plug more with every text, and every minute he made you wait before sending his reply. It made you think of what he was doing right now. Of who he was talking to, while he smirked at his phone and raked his eyes over the photo you’d sent.

You were buzzing, and still hadn’t moved from the toilet, legs beginning to go numb as your phone finally flashed again.

Bri: 1:28 PM
Show me.

Oh God... fuck. What had you got yourself into? You should have known that anything you started, Brian would finish. He was always up for anything you wanted to try, and then sent you spinning with his experience and enthusiasm.

You couldn’t disappoint him: always compelled to give Bri anything he wanted. Pleasing him made you feel alive. The uncomfortable twinge in your gut when you were pushed to your limits, the excitement of uncertainly, the high of desperate embarrassment. There was no one else who could give you the same heady mixture of pleasure and nerves.

The rushing blood sent pins and needles to your feet as you stood up from the porcelain. You teetered a moment, catching yourself on the counter, and took another deep breath in the mirror. Mouth open and eyes wide, your chest was heaving. You’d done this to yourself. The familiar ache of arousal was back, stronger than ever, telling you to do as Brian said, as if that could possibly lead to the relief you needed.

You turned your back to the mirror and bent at the waist, not able to even think of the other positions that may have been possible. You’d never felt so slutty in your life as you turned the camera around to snap a pic of your red, marked ass. Your legs were spread wide, your thighs close to glistening, and the black end of the plug visible above a desperate pussy.

You hit send before you could fully process what happened, unable to look at the picture for more than a second to make sure it wasn’t blurred. Your whole face flushed at the disaster that photo could cause, for you- so exposed- and for Brian. But there was no one you trusted more. No one else you’d risk sending such pictures to. No one else you’d ever wanted to.

Bri: 1:36 PM
FUCK baby girl ... you have a gorgeous ass.

Bri: 1:36 PM
If I’d known you were this much of a dirty girl I’d have fucked you this morning. Never done it before and already desperate for my cock ? Didn’t know you were such a slut

You bit your bottom lip reading his words, and quickly typed out your own feelings on HIS rear end, before re-thinking and deleting it all. You couldn’t let him get away with everything so easily. You’d seen that glint in his eye this morning. His hidden agenda, revealed to you only through the elicit desires you brought out in each other. Brian wouldn’t even admit it to himself. Just as you didn’t fully understand why you needed to show him your desperation so badly.

Y/N: 1:38 PM
I think you did know Sir.

Y/N: 1:47 PM
I’m YOUR slut

He’d fully meant to tease you this morning- filling you up, bringing you to the edge, and then making you wait. Now there were two of you flustered. A certain satisfaction rested in your gut at that, picturing the red, heated skin on his chest. You wondered if he was getting hard. If he had to try to hide the fact that that massive cock of his was eager for your body.

It sure took him a while to answer. The length of time between his replies was somehow even more erotic. He made you wait, desperate and yearning for so little. You wondered if he was simply teasing you, or if he was busy, taking every break he could to send you salacious messages unbeknownst to those around him.

When your phone did buzz again, the answer was as mysterious as it was hot.

Bri: 1:52 PM
Good little girl XX

That was all he gave you, and the words seemed final. You waited for a while in the bathroom, still pacing about the shiny tiles completely bare, but Brian never texted again. You couldn’t think of anything to send back either, without feeling foolish or clingy.

Unsurprisingly, worry settled in your stomach. It was always quick to come with Bri- when you weren’t completely sure of his reaction. Unnecessary, frivolous doubt because of who he was and what that meant. The tiny, irritating voice that told you were a pest, or a bother. You’d learned to ignore it for the most part, so you pushed it down and left the bathroom with your head high. It was never good to overthink your worth to Brian, or to compare yourself against him.

You wouldn’t read insincerity in his answers when it wasn’t there. His words were brief, yes, but appreciative. He was just busy.

You shook your head, flopping back onto the bed and trying to temper the arousal that lingered between your legs. Your muscles twinged against the hard toy a bit as you landed, but it was okay. There wasn’t much to do other than wait for Brian anyways. And he’d be gone all night.

You could show him just how good you were. Perhaps now was the time for practice. You looked again to your phone screen, pulling up a private search window. And research.

…

You awoke to the harsh sound of the door being opened in a hurry, blinking and pulling your head up off the bed where you must’ve dosed off. Your heart pounded with fright, because Brian should be at dinner by now, and you had no idea who it could be. You were stunned, with ice cold shock running through your veins, nervously awaiting disaster. You’d hadn’t even put clothes on today! The large room and warm summer day didn’t necessitate it.

However, hearing Brian’s thick voice curse as he threw whatever he was carrying down on the floor, you were shocked for a whole different reason.

You didn’t say anything as you listened to his heavy footsteps approach the bedroom, just staring with wide eyes, waiting for his form to appear in the doorway. A shoulder came in view, followed by a mass of curls and Brian’s wonderful, tall body. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. He looked so fucking big: stalking into the room like a man on a mission.

Hazel eyes met yours, piercing right through your skin to your squishy centre. You felt open and exposed, sitting bare atop the covers, but god was it wonderful when he looked at you with that hunger. And your body responded to his lust immediately. The gasping, desperate breath you took felt cold down your throat, and your arousal was wet between your legs.

Seeing you clutching your chest on the bed, trying and failing to maintain some dignity in your naked state, Brian chuckled.

“I knew you’d be here Y/N. Still in my room... naked, it seems... in my bed.” He drawled the words, blatantly running his eyes over your body as he did so.

You swallowed thickly, barely managing a nod, still stunned, embarrassed, and overwhelmed to see him here.

“...Waiting for me to get home like a perfect, good girl.”

Again, you bobbed your head. Thoughts flashed to a similar incident, so very long ago, when you’d not had any clean clothes left to wear. How different he seemed now though, from that day, when he’d come in, smiling, giving you a gifted red dress and sinful smirks.

“But you weren’t good, where you Y/N?” He stalked towards the mattress, ripping open his shirt buttons and exposing his haired chest in the process. It was red and flushed, just as you’d pictured, and a pleased tremor ran down your spine as gratification.

“You thought you’d be bad, teasing me while I was busy, because you couldn’t. Wait. A. Single. Fucking. DAY.” His voice grew rougher with every word.

Brian was towering over the edge of the bed beside you, staring down with dark, fiery eyes and a feral grimace on his face. Fuck. Your stomach dropped to your knees, fleeing the man above you. It was unclear whether your pounding heart wanted you to hide or spread your legs.

He threw his shirt down to the floor, drawing your eyes to the large, ready bulge in his shorts. He stood, bare-chested, looking so wonderfully broad, big and powerful. You practically melted into the mattress.

“I’ve been in a right state because of you...” he gestured to his groin, “While you do God knows what here, pretending to be innocent...”

“I didn’t come! I waited for you.” You found your voice all of a sudden in a flash, desperately trying to make him pleased with you. But it was the wrong thing to say. Your hands immediately clapped over your mouth when you’d realized you interrupted him.

Brian just stared at you a moment: hard eyes putting you in your place.

“So that makes up for the fucking filthy photo you sent me?”

Fuck! He wrong-footed you so easily, so you were tripping and stuttering over your words.

“N- No. I mean yes! I mean...” you lost your train of thought, so overwhelmed beneath his gaze. “I thought you’d like it.”

Brian stood up straighter, recognizing the uncertainly in your voice, and stopped looming so close over you. But his penetrating eyes didn’t leave yours. “I did like them darling... FAR too much.” Finally, the tight coil of nerves in your stomach relaxed into a satisfying, heavy weight. “That’s why I had to come see for myself how fucking wet you’d made yourself.”

Brian’s clear interest and desire gave you the confidence to say what was on your tongue. “YOU make me wet Sir.

His handsome face melted into an attractive, teasing, endlessly pleased smirk. Brian always liked to be told how irresistible he was. He purred a deep response, speaking slowly like he knew how grateful you were that he was there. How lucky you felt that he’d blessed you with his presence. And the punishing, possessive domination from earlier returned.

“I know I make you wet baby girl.” He said the word teasingly, mocking the inexperienced, innocent way you’d used it. “Your cunt’s soaked enough that you’ve been naked all day, trying to tempt me back here like a naughty little vixen while my toy fills your ass.” His words were filthy and hard-edged, making your gut clench shamefully and your skin vibrate with anticipation.

Brian paused, popped the button of his fly and let his shorts follow his shirt to the floor. “Well it worked.” His cock tented his briefs obscenely, drawing your eyes to the patches of pre-come that had wet his own groin. The sight was short-lived, soon replaced by the bounce of his thick, bare cock as he stood fully naked in front of you, ready to devour. The sight of his red, leaking tip pressed up high against his round belly forced a needy, whining moan from your parted lips. Brian grinned as he enjoyed it.

“I hope you know what you’ve done little girl... because I’m gonna give you everything you asked for, and you’re gonna take it. Then you’ll know how it really feels to be filled.”

The words ‘with my big cock’ didn’t need to be said, because you could see them written in his eyes. Brian slowly crawled onto the bed, crowding your space with his large body. You were forced onto your back by instinct, chest heaving as his loomed above you.

You swallowed the lump that had re-formed in your throat, thoughts spinning uselessly, so preoccupied with him. The whisper that formed on your lips barely communicated what you wanted it to.

“I thought you had a dinner tonight...”

“Not anymore.”

You kept staring at his broad chest and the perfect nipples that sat there amidst soft body hair. It was still such a fascination that your actions had brought him here to you. “But you said you had to--”

“Haven’t you learned by now?” Brian just smirked as he cut you off, pinning your wrists beneath his hands on the mattress. His eyes were limitlessly dark. “What I want... I get.”

Your cunt spasmed around nothing. God, GOD... fuck. You did know. Brian got absolutely everything he wanted. Including you. Even when he shouldn’t: when his wife didn’t approve, when Sarina threatened to end it all, when the danger of being outed to the press was undeniable. Nobody, nobody, it seemed, could tell him ‘No.’ And wasn’t that the fucking scariest, sexiest thing on earth.

You moaned as Brian’s teeth attacked your neck, sucking and marking as he pleased. “Mmnph... yes Sir,” you heaved, breathless, “Anything you want.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your neck as you felt the wonderful, biting heat of his lips. “Thank you.”

Brian’s answering growl flooded your core with arousal. You felt the mattress soak beneath you, but with his mouth attached to your neck you couldn’t feel embarrassed. His soft, gorgeous tummy brushed against yours like a sweet caress, and his hard penis prodded your skin insistently.

Once your throat was covered in new red marks like those you’d admired in the mirror earlier, and your lips were swollen from Brian’s possessiveness, he pulled away. His arms continued to hold yours down on the mattress, but his burning eyes gave away his impatience. As soon as they met yours you were flipped onto your stomach.

Brian pushed the bottom of your thighs until you were in a better position, with your shoulders down and your ass raised: presented to him with your pussy dripping and the plug visible. He groaned at the sight. It was dirty, masculine and primal. With the fresh air cool on your bottom you were fully aware of your vulnerability. And you fucking loved it.

Smack!

A firm slap to your ass made you gasp, and then moan as the red-hot sting spread from Brian’s handprint to your inner thighs.

Smack!

He swatted the other side to match, replacing the faded marks with new ones. The automatic clench of your muscles after his hand made contact made you fully aware of the toy still inside you. The one he’d left you with as a reminder. You were completely his: utterly owned and taken care of.

“Fucking beautiful,” Brian growled, and you wondered if he meant your ass or the sight of his handprints on it. You didn’t have time to figure it out.

Two long fingers plunged into your channel, hard and immediate. Brian could see you were dripping wet, and he didn’t have the patience or desire to start slowly. Not after what you’d shown him this morning. “Is this what you wanted when you sent me those messages today baby girl?”

You moaned into the mattress as his fingers moved, brushing against the solid fullness of the toy on the other side of your inner wall. It was a brand new sensation; the intimacy filled your heart and the uncontrollable submission settled in your gut.

But Brian didn’t like your non-answer. He pressed in further, laying his thumb against your clit with enough force that you could feel your blood pulse against him. “IS IT? Did you want my fingers in this sweet little cunt?”

You saw stars as he rubbed so deep inside. You’d never been so full in this way, with what felt like your entire body stretched wide. “Yes Brian...” you whined pitifully. “I wanted your fingers.”

“Is that all you wanted?”

He curled his fingertips as he enunciated, almost meeting the end of the plug inside your body. You fought to stay still, somehow feeling it in both your arse and your pussy. He always knew what you really needed, even when you weren’t sure yourself. Moaning, ashamed and defeated, you admitted your desires.

“No Sir... I wanted your cock too.”

It was so bloody hard to speak with him inside you, working those magic fingers like he did every night on stage. But Brian didn’t seem to mind.

He chuckled at how useless you were already, teasing you towards insanity. “...Do you think it’ll fit? You’re such a cute, tiny thing.” He cupped your ass with his free hand, emphasizing how it spanned all the way across your skin.

God… the way he said it so casually, like it was anywhere near appropriate conversation, was ridiculously sexy. He played with you both mentally and physically. He knew how much you loved your size difference, and you were certain he got off on it just as much.

And the confirmation of what was about to happen tonight- what you’d been fantasizing about all day- made your stomach tremble. Brian’s length had filled your cunt many times: any occasion he wanted to claim you. That thick shaft in your ass... well, that was something else entirely. You almost couldn’t believe it was happening so quickly, but the end of the tour was only two weeks away, and if Brian didn’t want to wait then neither did you. You’d give him everything he desired before you lost him.

“Please Sir... let me try. I need your big cock inside me.”

The words flowed easily in this mindset. You existed to please the man who kneeled behind you, whose fingers were stretching your cunt so nicely. There was nothing you wanted more than to take him, ALL of him, and make him feel wonderful. You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded begging for it.

Brian practically snarled at your soft, pleading voice. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”

While you were distracted by the long fingers in your pussy, he pulled the plug out of your ass. You were so aroused that you barely felt it, but when the digits were removed, lubed, and then replaced in your rear, you did gasp in shock.

Brian just chortled, patting your bare cheeks with his other hand where his palms had reddened earlier. “It can be a bit cold, this part." He made you feel wonderfully patronized. "Now relax sweetheart... let me show you how to make it good.”

Chapter 103: Pain Is So Close To Pleasure

Notes:

I don't know what to say, dear readers... I hope you find this chapter satisfying in some way. It's long. I'm tired and uncertain, and at my wits end trying to piece this mess together. It's at the point where I can't wait any longer, although maybe I should. I guess you can decide.

PLEASE NOTE: daddy kink warning, unsafe sex warning, unreliable narrator warning... author doesn't know what she's doing warning. Well, that last one's a bit iffy. Just know that I know that what happens here isn't completely okay. It isn't meant to be.

I'll post the alternate chapter tomorrow... I'm too tired rn. And I've gotta get up un 3h because I NEED to see Bri's BTTL release haha (it's important!!) Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!

Brian’s fingers felt so good inside you: right and wrong all at the same time. You weren’t yet used to the strange, wonderful sensation. Every twist of his wrist made your stomach flip and your innards knot. Your limbs were frozen under his touch.

“That’s a good girl Y/N,” Brian mumbled, rubbing a particularly sensitive spot as you cried out softly. “My good girl.” The way he said it was like an honour, but also a warning.

Molten warmth pooled in your gut, driving you to show your contentedness through throaty moans. You were beyond happy at the moment: just focusing on the feeling of Brian’s movements inside you. Of being here with him, wanted by him. Of pleasing him... Being good for him.

“Just relax sweetheart... let me in. That’s it.”

You enjoyed the sensations of being opened, stretched, loosened for what Brian wanted to do to you. You let him work your body as he liked, coaxing blissful sounds from your tight chest. Soon the lube was warm, and, after a painful moment where you had to bite your lip, you were full of two long fingers. But prod and rub as he did, it was still not enough. You were working hard to keep yourself upright, dripping and desperate for something more substantial inside you. Where you would FEEL it, through to your dripping pussy.

“Please Daddy,” you whined, pushing back against his hand, “I need more.”

Brian sucked in a deep breath, pressing against your flesh and curling his fingers along your inner walls until your arms turned to jelly and your face was pressed into the mattress. He groaned at the needy sight before him.

“Mmm... yeah baby? You think you’re ready for my cock?” He said the words slowly, in a high enough register that you could tell he wasn’t so sure himself. But the underlying growl of lust cut through, and you could hear the filthy, wet shucking of his other hand pumping his shaft, which had been throbbing for long enough.

“Please Daddy,” you reiterated, begging for a sensation you couldn’t yet fathom. You didn’t want him to wait.

There was a moment where your heart pounded and Brian didn’t speak. All sounds stopped except for breathing, until the hand that wasn’t between your legs grasped suddenly at your hips, and then down to your arse, hard enough to hurt.

“Fucking hell darling,” Brian growled, “...You’re wonderfully naughty.”

It seemed in this state, it didn’t take much for Brian to let go. Not when you knew what he wanted, and you gave it to him so easily.

Brian’s fingers slid from your body, slick and warm, sending twinges through your stretched muscles even on their way out. You forced yourself to stay still and prayed that the shaking of your legs wasn’t noticeable. All you could focus on was the sound of Brian’s ragged breathing, the shuffling of his large body upon the mattress, and the pounding of your pulse in your ears.

Something hard and HOT brushed up against your sex, and you gasped, unable to hide your nerves. Brian’s chest rumbled low, frighteningly sexy, tightening the knot within your intestines. It was huge, and heavy, weighing in your gut like the perfect combination of lust and apprehension. You couldn’t move as you were caught between his hands on your sides, and he slid the length of his cock between your folds. Over and over again, spreading the lube and your juices over his skin and heightening your arousal.

“You’re gonna feel... so... good, precious girl,” Brian panted hotly between strokes. “So fucking tight around my cock.”

At first, you thought his words were for you- to keep you calm and eager- but as Brian continued to fuck your thighs, holding you where he wanted as he warmed his dick, you suddenly realized they could have also been for him. Your body was going to feel good around his cock, and you were going to bring him off like the perfect toy you were, waiting all day for him to come back and fuck you. Most glaringly of all: you were going to LOVE it.

Your head spun and your thighs clenched harder, fighting the irresistible ache between your legs. You felt overwhelmed, nervous, and uncontrollably desperate. “Please Daddy...” Begging was all you could do right now. The moan left your lips without your recollection, only discovered through Brian’s answering growl, and the sharp sting of another slap to your waiting ass.

“That’s my beautiful slut.”

The filthy language, the way he spanked you and talked down to you... it was fucking perfect for a night like tonight. Your sex was slick from the forbidden filth and depravation you’d been fantasizing about all day.

Unable to wait any longer, Brian bucked up against your stomach one final time, smearing the lube and his pre-come over your lower abdomen. He felt large and solid even there, and you held your breath as he repositioned himself, because you could only imagine what he would feel like inside.

“Here we go Y/N,” Brian’s smooth tenor soothed as best it could, but the hard cock pressed against your rim and stole your focus. “Just what you wanted.”

Brian’s hands and hips guided his tip into the quivering, lubed channel that awaited it. Almost immediately, it burned. You’d thought his fingers were big, or at least comparable to the width of his cock, when there were two of them. Turns out you were very wrong. Fuck!! You suddenly remembered that even Adam needed three, but nothing could have prepared you for the stretch coming now. Brian’s cock was thick, and long, and even just beginning to press into your body you knew it was going to pull you apart.

You weren’t sure you could handle it. Handle him: all simmering sensuality and dominance. Brian pressed harder, opening you wider to accommodate his size, and you were caught off guard. You cried out, just barely, the sound breaking past the walls you’d built to hide your weakness.

“Baby girl... FUCK,” Brian panted, still crushing his cockhead against the tight opening between your legs, “You’ve gotta relax darling.”

Images flashed of your first night together, when he’d said the same entering your eager pussy. This was similar, but OH so fucking different. It hurt, and the tears pricked in your eyes, not so much for your own pain, but for fear of disappointing him.

You wanted to be his perfect girl, like he always said, but you weren’t doing that right now. You felt like you were being split open. Like there was nowhere for his cock to go, pressing huge and searing hot against you.

You let out a shuddering breath, unable to speak for fear of sobbing, and forced yourself to relax. Every ounce of control left your limbs and your muscles; you were willing your body to do what you wanted, what he wanted. But it wasn’t enough.

“Fuckin’ hell...” Brian growled, clearly frustrated, and for the first time you considered that it wasn’t entirely painless for him either. He had a huge cock, and he was trying to squeeze it into a very tight space. It was probably like a damn vice on his penis.

The following attempt was the hardest yet, a sustained pressure on your opening the pulled your muscles apart, slowly, slowly, increasing the ache little by little until it was again threatening to escape your lips. You pressed your mouth together, forcing yourself to bear what was necessary, until it wasn’t enough to stop you from whining. Scrunching your eyes closed, you bit your bottom lip and ignored the faint taste of blood.

There, in the middle of what seemed like the crucial moment, when part of you was screaming for Brian to just do it, he cursed under his breath. “So fucking eager Y/N... and still so very young.” The clamping hand on your hip loosened, and whatever portion of his tip you’d taken slipped out. “You don’t know what you need.”

Brian left you abruptly, and you felt the loss immediately as you remained panting on the bed, frozen on all fours just as you had been all night. You couldn’t discern the tone of his voice, and your whirring brain made a feared conclusion. The pain between your legs was gone, but the pain in your heart was worse. It was like a crushing blow to your chest, draining what little confidence you had and leaving you a trembling husk. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak without Bri. He was your everything. And you’d disappointed him. Failure. Tease. Your throat burned with the shame. You weren’t good enough, weren’t strong enough. You should’ve tried harder, been better. Done more preparation. No wonder he was leaving you behind. You could never be enough for someone so--

“Sweetheart… no.” Warm hands were on you again in an instant, rubbing along your sides and hastily wiping the swollen tears you didn’t know had formed. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” His thumbs caressed your wet cheeks, soothing and non-distraught. Brian brought calm with him, and now that he was back your breathing could return to normal.

Still, you couldn’t speak, trying to ignore the sobs coming from your throat. It was pathetic, but somehow you reasoned that if you didn’t think about them, Brian couldn’t hear them.

Maybe it was a good thing that the world didn’t follow your skewed logic, for to sooth your cries Brian placed a string of soft kisses along your bare spine, and then they were all you could think about.

“It’s not a bad thing that you’ve never done this before.” He hummed as he continued his kisses, squeezing your sides again, and then your breasts. His fingers were gentle, yet insistent. “I don’t expect you to know what to do...”

He stopped to flip you over, easily picking you up and laying you down on your back beneath him. The smile the met your eyes melted your heart, and dried your tears. His eyes shone with all the tender love you needed. When a man as beautiful as Brian looked over you like that, the pain in your throat started to fade. He was still here, looking at you like you were someone special.

His brow crinkled as he leaned down to capture your lips properly, taking the time to show you how much he adored you in his bed. When he pulled back, you caught your breath, and Brian spoke over your heaving chest.

“Let me show you.” His words were deep velvet. And the heat the reemerged in his gaze sparked the flame inside you back to life.

He liked it. He liked you: all wide eyes and youthful innocence. Right now, under his dark stare, it was clear that your inexperience wasn’t a problem for Bri. A dark, forgotten part of your gut curled happily. Perhaps this was what he wanted. What YOU wanted. He was going to teach you how to take his cock, how to please him.

And he loved the awe-struck look in your eye.

You knew you were caught staring- at his gorgeous face and handsome expression. Brian smiled at your wide eyes. He looked delicious, immensely confident and just the slightest bit predatory, which was a mixture that sent wonderful tremors down your spine and warm fire in your core.

Your mouth was suddenly dry, and you had the immediate urge to press your hips against him. Which you did, while whispering the relief you felt in your chest. “Thank you.”

Brian chuckled low, kissing away the remainder of your tears. “You’re gonna love it,” he drawled, pointed canines just peeking between his lips.

You realized what Brian had left the bed for when he held up the larger plug for you to see. In his hands it looked small and unintimidating, but then again everything looked small in Bri’s hands.

“We’ll start with this.”

The weight of Brian’s movements compressed the mattress, rocking your body slightly as he gave the new toy a quick lube. You knew enough now that when he pressed it between your legs, you still on your back beneath him, you were prepared for the slight cold, and relaxed into the press of the rubber.

When Brian’s eyes met yours, lighting that burning intensity between you, the stretch didn’t feel so daunting. Your mouth opened, and you gasped, though no sound came out. It was big, stretching you to an uncomfortable ache. But Brian smiled, held your gaze, and cupped your cheek with his free hand.

“Thats a good girl Y/N”, he murmured, stroking your face and neck with his gentle fingers, and slowly, slowly, rocking the plug into your opening. “So good. Relax for Daddy.”

You could only do as he asked, still caught with your mouth opening and closing: needing his presence like a fish needs water. Brian’s voice comforted your silent form, speaking gentle praises as he worked, and before you knew it- so focused on the lull of his soft, beautiful tenor- the plug slipped past your rim.

Feeling the distinct movement, Brian grinned wide, and you couldn’t remember when you’d been so proud. He rewarded you with a long kiss, caressing your lips with his. He mouthed over your bottom lip, and then your top, and then slipped his tongue between the two, until you could feel the praise in his actions. That didn’t stop him from voicing them though.

“Well done my baby girl,” Brian pulled away to get a good look at you. “You’re magnificent.”

And the way he said it, well... it was enough to form new tears in your eyes. But these were glorious, wonderous tears full of joy. You’d remember how he looked at you- how his dark eyes shone and his brow softened- for the rest of your life.

You could no longer feel the heavy ache for the lightness in your heart, and you sighed the only words left in your mind.

“I love you Bri.”

The gorgeous hazel eyes blinked once. “I know sweetheart...”

“I need you.” You cut him off before he could wait any longer. “Please Daddy.”

“I know sweetheart.” He repeated his words, but the heat and lust present this time told you he understood.

You needed to be his tonight. Fully, completely his. You wanted him to mould you, fill you, teach you.

And Brian wanted the same thing.

Before you needed to plead again, he pressed his cock to your wet, willing, dripping pussy, and rumbled. “I need you too.”

The long, slow plunge of his shaft through your folds showed you just how much. He’d been waiting the whole time he was stretching you. Hell, he’d cancelled his dinner to be with you. Brian groaned louder than you could remember, disregarding any ears that could be listening. It was deep, and rough: rocky and masculine. Like he needed to feel you around him, and now that he had it, he wasn’t going back.

Brian bottomed out, and drove his cock deep into your channel, reaching your innermost areas, brushing your cervix. Only he could reach so deep, fill you so wide. And with the large plug in your ass, it was more than you’d ever felt before.

“Good girl.”

It was all he could grunt, thrusting into your body again without once pulling back. Just pressing you into the mattress with his hips, stuffing you to the limit, indulging in the tight feel of your cunt. He was so strong that you had no hope to escape, even if you wanted to. You felt tiny beneath the weight of him above, and the width of him inside.

His thick length rubbed and prodded deliciously along your walls, and the hard mass of the plug pushed back against him with every movement. With the thin wall of nerves between the two, you felt completely filled, and overwhelmed in the best possible way. The pressure from behind meant you could feel every vein on Brian’s cock. Every wonderful bump and inch of him.

When he started moving properly, that’s when you really felt it. Brian’s cock was always massive within you, stretching you to the limit and draining your head of any extra thoughts, until it was just you, and him, and his wonderful width inside your cunt. You loved the mindless ache he created, the desperate numbness, the absolute submission and need. He wasn’t thrusting roughly, or pulling out very far, but the rhythm of his movements, chasing that tight feeling from your body, they drove you wild.

It was like Brian was both driving his shaft into you, and grinding it against the plug at the same time. He was reaching deep, almost aiming to push you further than you’d gone before. Stretching you wider, pulling you apart. It was both physical, and, in the silence of heavy panting, emotional. He seemed to be lost in the feel of you. Using you for his pleasure, and though that’s what you wanted, there was a part of you that was once again starting to feel nervous.

The large plug already seemed so much, filling your rear end, and with Brian’s movements turning more and more mindless as he got lost in the pleasure, it was a lot. The sensation, the tightness, the feeling of your entire body being taken at once... it was slightly painful, but so bloody good. The pleasure built and built without seeming to go anywhere, until you were wound so tight you felt you were about to explode, but there was no release in sight.

You didn’t know what to do, how to feel, how to act. You only had the feel of Brian’s slick cock- the push of him deep inside you- the stretch of your muscles around the plug. He muttered praises to you as he thrust, still deep and slow, enjoying the pleasure, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. It didn’t seem like Brian was in any rush to come, but you were nearing insanity.

“I need you...” you whined, desperate for something... anything. “Please Daddy. I need... more.”

You didn’t know what you needed, but Brian would. And the low, rumbling reply confirmed just that.

“Oh, do you? Good girl.” Brian seemed delighted that you’d finally spoken up, and suddenly you realized that was his plan all along: to work you up into frantic desperation. Your stomach dropped.

He pulled out of you, slowly, teasingly. Giving you the opposite of what you’d asked for. Leaving you on the edge with that damned smug smirk on his face. And, somehow, his blatant manipulation seemed to turn you on more. You just stared at him with you jaw agape, looking for any sort of clue in his eyes.

You were even more shocked when he reached down and gently pulled the plug from between your legs, coming out a wet mess, just like it’d went in. You were left feeling empty and yearning, when you’d just previously been filled to bursting. It was a stark contrast, and you didn’t like it. You wanted to be full of him again, in any way he’d take you.

As if reading your mind, and seeing your pout, Brian tisked softly. “Don’t worry darling... we’re not done.”

His eyes were dark, limitless, dangerous. The tightening in your gut felt slightly different this time, and your arms trembled. Brian had done more than enough, he’d dragged your new experience out, given you pleasure upon pleasure, a taste of what was to come. Now it was time for what he’d wanted all night: what drove him to skip his dinner meeting because he just couldn’t get it out of his head.

Your sex was glaringly empty, pulsing around nothing after being so overstimulated moments ago. Now you knew what you wanted. Brian was going to try again.

He was so into it, you could see it in his eyes. He was excited, overflowing with lust and satisfaction: perfectly pleased that you were everything he wanted. And God, you couldn’t disappoint him. For Brian, you’d do anything. He always knew your limits better than you did yourself- pushing you just enough out of your comfort zone to explore new things- and he hadn’t been wrong so far. He knew what you needed, just as he’d said earlier that night.

“Now turn around, and be a good girl for Daddy.” Brian gestured for you to get back on your knees, but a sudden nervousness filled your body, even if his words were wonderfully sexy. You remembered last time, when it had hurt so bad, with you crying in the same position.

Seeing your worried expression, Brian gave a comforting smile. “It’s easier this way, trust me.”

You stared up at him, taking in all that he was. His shining mop of white curls. The fluffy shoulder hair that glistened in the evening light. The kind smile. The intelligent eyes. Brian was the most incredible, impressive man you’d ever met in your life. You ached to please him, and wanted nothing more than to have all the incredible, confident power he wielded be directed at you. His control gave you something you craved deep inside. His desire made you feel whole.

You nodded and crawled onto your hands and knees, just as he’d said. You’d do anything to see those hazel eyes darken.

Having waited so long, Brian was a bit impatient. You’d sent him tempting photos and got him all worked up, and yet still he’d taken the time to prepare you to this point. He was a wonderful man. You thought he deserved to let himself go now, and the fact that his long-held control was finally slipping was dangerously sexy.

He pressed his body against yours as soon as you were in place, curling atop your form with his chest to your back, and his cock against your hole once more. You couldn't help but tense at the blunt hardness against your skin: he was always overwhelming.

“Hey, hey… little darling, it’s okay. Just relax... we’re gonna go slow.” His voice rumbled deep as his hands caressed your slim sides. “Let me take care of you.”

He was so wonderful, somehow both gentle and deeply erotic, all at once. Focusing on the calm lull of his words vibrating against your back, you let out the breath you’d been holding. You were ready. You wouldn’t fail him this time.

Brian started to work himself in, similar to how the plug had felt, and you focused all your energy on staying relaxed and open. You wanted to take him inside you; you wanted to make him proud.

The stretch kept coming and coming, the bulbous head of his cock pulling you wider and wider around him. The ache was back, pooling in your lower spine, pounding and throbbing, and you tried to welcome it.

“Good girl, precious girl,” Brian mumbled a string of praises as he inserted himself, painstakingly slow for your sake, and because he wanted to squeeze every last sensation out of your tight entrance. He moaned and growled, and you could picture the way his Adam’s apple would bob, as he threw his head back and shouted silently from the ecstasy.

Even though your eyes pricked at the stretch, you felt wonderfully submissive. His body plastered to yours let you feel every ounce of pleasure you gave to him. If not from your own sensations, you reveled in the twitching of his muscles around you. And the thoughtless whispers from his lips.

When his tip fully slid past your rim a throaty groan was forced from your lips. You’d never been pulled apart quite like this. You felt open, exposed, vulnerable, and stuffed so full that you couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. Most of all, you felt a rush of pride for the choked, lustful gasp you heard from Brian.

“Good girl... my good girl,” Brian continued to mumble his praises after a deep growl from finally being inside you. “So innocent, so small... begging for Daddy’s cock all fucking day.”

He seemed almost incoherent, spouting the thoughts that came to his head without a filter: showing you his deepest desires while lost in the sinful pleasure of your body. You could do no more than whine in response, focusing on the feel of his width push deeper into you.

Brian bit down on the back of your neck as he thrust, still so very slow and savoured, edging into you little by little. It wasn’t hard, but you hoped there would be a mark left to remind you of how you pleased him. The pain there bloomed wide, meeting the burning stretch from below, until your whole body was on fire, completely claimed and filled.

“Almost there now... good girl.”

The breathy rumble of his voice fluttered along your skin, pressed to him as you were. Your body fit so perfectly against his: your arms caged within his, your back to his chest, your bottom on his groin. Brian reached a hand up to squeeze your breast as he eventually bottomed out, moaning with pleasure and relief that you were finally his.

You’d never felt this full in your life. Earlier, with the plug and his cock, you were stretched all over. But now you were stretched deep. It was like your very core, you entire essence was moulded around Brian. The thick hardness within you, so big that you couldn’t move without discomfort, felt... dirty. Forbidden. The very act was erotic. It put you in your place. Everything about it- the position, the feeling, the pleasure-pain- called out to your submissive urges. An inner part of you just wanted to be good for Brian. To be loved and fucked and told what to do and when to do it. It was simple. It was easy. And now, you were experiencing that exciting loss of control to a new level.

His big hand spanned across your chest and pulled you towards his body, just as his hips buried his cock impossibly deeper in your arse. A weighty, delighted masculine moan filled the air, and you knew you’d done well. You were no longer a virgin, in any sense.

“Fuck… you’re so tight” Brian stated the obvious, gritting his teeth at the vice-like grip of your muscles. “My good girl. Daddy’s good girl.” He squeezed your other tit, enjoying your entire body. “...Never been stretched so good before.”

He punctuated his words by rolling his hips for the first time, and you cried out from your throat, feeling it deep inside you.

There was something about the sounds you made, the way you trembled against him, the way you took his cock... that made Brian groan along with you. You wondered, as the hot pain licked at the backs of your thighs, if he enjoyed seeing you like this. Feeling you like this. Submissive, overcome, unable to move or think because of what he did to you. He could dominate you so easily, and you welcomed all of it.

The stretch was bordering on too much, but you could do it for Brian. Especially when it seemed to make him feel this good.

He moved again, sliding within your lubed channel to rub every inch of his length along your tight walls, and his hand worked over your hard nipples. God, it did hurt. He was so fucking big. But the blooming sensation on your chest distracted you nicely.

You urged your muscles to relax as Brian found his slow rhythm, milking every pleasure out of the tight fit. Each tiny movement seemed to send shooting sensations up your spine. It was SO much. You couldn’t feel your legs.

Fuck! Brian leaned back to change the angle slightly, dragging directly along your nerves, and you felt a stab of pain as his hands found your waist. You’d never felt more debauched: on your hands and knees as he fucked you. Wringing every drop of pleasure from your body.

It was so much stimulation that you didn’t know what to do. The pain, the pressure, the pleasure of being taken... it was overwhelming. And you were no longer sure it was enjoyable. You thought of your colours, but quickly dismissed the idea, angered at yourself. You were the one who wanted this: who didn’t want to wait and tempted a rock star into her bed. You begged for it. And, despite how it hurt, a part of you still wanted it.

Most of all, you’d never seen or heard Brian so lost in the moment. He was finally out of his head, enjoying the lust and pleasure the way he deserved. What Daddy wants, Daddy gets. You remembered his words from earlier, and your gut lurched with shameful desire. He liked it, and his perfect girl wouldn’t stop him from anything.

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing your voice not to break as you cried out the only thing left to say. “Please Daddy!”

Brian’s hands tightened, and he bottomed out once more with his thighs against your soft bottom. “See? Doesn’t it... hunngh,” he growled at the sensation, “Feel.” He thrust again. “So... fucking good?”

You wished it did. You wanted desperately for it to feel good, like it had before, like it felt for him. You’d wanted this all day, spent hours imagining what he would feel like inside you, and now you had it. but he was always more than you expected.

“Your perky, perfect fucking arse...” Brian moaned into the hot air as he thrust into you again. “You’re such a wonderful girl Y/N. Squeezing my cock so bloody tight.”

The ecstasy- the rapture- in his voice vibrated through to your bones. You didn’t need anything more than the signs of his pleasure.

“Taking me so well... ALL of me.” He said it like he knew it was difficult, and set aside some extra praise for you because of that. It was the satisfaction of pleasing him, making him feel this good, that let the images of other women he’d been with pass through your head without jealousy. He was BIG, and not everyone could do this... was willing to do this. You were special.

Brian's words turned to desperate rutting, still slow from the tightness, but you could tell he was close from the way he panted, and the strength he gripped your hips. There would be bruises in the morning. You didn’t think you’d be able to come yourself- there was too much going on: too much friction, too much ache- but all you wanted was his come painting your insides for the first time.

Brian, however, didn’t seem to share your plans. After a few more moments of unthinking lust and ecstasy it was clear that he wouldn’t be satisfied until you were a shaking mess on the end of his cock, reveling in the same pleasures he enjoyed. He needed to claim you. To bask in the proof that you desired him, and the stretch of his cock in your ass.

“Come on baby girl, come for Daddy. I’ll show you how good...”

Brian cut his own thoughts off by plunging two fingers into your neglected, forgotten pussy. He immediately rubbed your clit- hard- and you bucked up into his stomach. His impatience shot straight to your core. It was as if your orgasm was also simply for his pleasure.

“Aannngh...” You were a moaning mess, finally finding some focus for the overflow of sensation that had been building for so long. His fingers drove you higher and higher as his cock still filled your ass. It was so much, so fast, and pushed you almost painfully to the edge. You were stretched so tight that you feared an orgasm would hurt, but as he rubbed your bud you needed it more and more. More than anything else.

“So fucking tight Y/N!” His praises turned once more to how good you made him feel, and you adored it. That’s why you were here. That’s why he loved you.

And, though your over-stimulated body fought against it, his fingers forced your climax, and you screamed.

“Yes... YES!” Brian joined your loud noises of pleasure with his own. “That’s my Good. Fucking. Girl!” He growled and snarled, doubling down into your hole as you clenched hard around him. You thought you were going to burst.

And then, finally, it happened. “Mmmngph!!” Brian let out a muffled grunt as he came, shaking and squeezing you against his body as hard as your tightening muscles clamped his cock. He thrust deep, filling you with every last drop of his seed, until it overflowed and marked your inner thighs.

His hands gripped you with enough strength to hold you in place, even as your limbs went limp, and for once he didn’t have ready praises on his lips. Just heaving breaths, coming down from the immeasurable high you’d given him, and weak thrusts to steal the last remnants of pleasure from your body.

You could only be still, heart pounding in his hold, and whisper the words that, despite the tenderness between your legs, you truly meant.

“Thank you Daddy.”

To which he kissed your back, still holding you against him for a moment lost in time.

...

Brian pulled out of you slowly, leaving a mess of warm come and lube all over the bed. He didn’t seem to care, sighing with satisfaction, rubbing large circles on your arse cheeks as he surveyed his work. You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing back, wincing slightly from the movement, and seeing for yourself what a wreck he’d made of you.

A nearby towel came into view, clasped in Brian’s large hand, first used to dry the area between your legs, and then his own cock. You were shocked to see some drops of blood on the white material, and your heartrate increased silently, but as your eyes flicked to Brian’s face, he didn’t seem to mind. Perhaps a bit of blood was normal, you pondered, glancing back down to the towel. Some red amongst the bodily fluids--

And, oh God, was that... Abject terror and mortification filled your veins. You were absolutely disgusted, immediately cringing and cursing yourself for not reading more... for not cleaning yourself properly beforehand. How could you overlook something like this? Before anal sex?? Brian was probably appalled. You’d never felt so embarrassed in your life. You prayed to God he somehow didn’t notice, but Brian’s eyes caught yours, and a flash of concern crossed his expressive brow.

His gaze flicked down to the towel, and then back to your cringing face, and his eyebrows tilted further. “Y/N, darling, it’s only natural.”

You wanted to bury your face in the blankets, and couldn’t bear to look at him. It was a moment before you could hear anything over the waterfall of shame in your head, but a gentle hand on your shoulder breached the torrent.

“Please don’t hide, beautiful girl...” Brian’s tenor drifted to your ear, followed by his soft sigh. “Thank you for a wonderful night.”

You could tell he wanted to comfort you, but his voice sounded so tired that your subconscious couldn’t force him to do it. A little piece of your resolve broke. He’d worn himself out tonight, and the realization brought a proud warmth to your chest, under all the cold embarrassment.

You rolled over to where he’d placed himself beside you, and nuzzled against the crook of his neck. You wouldn’t make him use words when his touch was enough. The smell of him wrapped around you and made you feel safe. You could hide from the shame you felt, because Brian’s wonderful hazel eyes never judged you, and his arms wrapped around your middle perfectly.

You lied there, once again snug in Brian’s arms: naked, pressed against his soft skin. But you weren’t the same girl you’d been last night. There was a significant ache between your legs and up the base of your spine, unrelenting in making its presence known. You weren’t sure how you were going to walk tomorrow. Tonight had been so much... too much, but, you wouldn’t take it back.

Yes, it had been intimidating, and you’d been nervous, and you were throbbing from the stretch.

But Brian kissed you, and he wrapped those long, warm arms around your body, and you told yourself it was wonderful. With his chest warm against your back it was easy to forget the soreness down below. Maybe you even liked it. You’d wanted a reminder earlier today; now you had one. You always knew what you were getting into with Bri. You were desired, and cherished, and snuggled so tight as Brian drifted quickly off to sleep that no one could ever pry you from his grip.

You took a deep breath, willing away the sudden ache in your throat with a firm grimace, not daring move much else for fear of disturbing the man beside you. The swelling of your chest pressed your skin firmer against his. You could feel the pleasing constriction of his arms, and the solid weight of his body.

Tonight you’d given something you could never take back: a part of you belonging to Brian forever. Thinking back to the heavenly, sensual sounds he’d made as he came inside you, filled with all the pleasure and ecstasy he so deserved, there was nothing you’d change. He’d cried out and shook with satisfaction, all because of you. Your stomach still flipped at how much he loved being your first.

He was beautiful, and kind, and possessive, and rough, and caring, and loving, and erotic, and sexy, and perfect.

God, you fucking loved him.

Chapter 104: Pain Is So Close To Pleasure (Alternate)

Notes:

Here is the alternate version without the Daddy kink!! Still WARNINGS for: unsafe sex, unreliable narrator, power imbalance, issues with consent

Brian’s fingers felt so good inside you: right and wrong all at the same time. You weren’t yet used to the strange, wonderful sensation. Every twist of his wrist made your stomach flip and your innards knot. Your limbs were frozen under his touch.

“That’s a good girl Y/N,” Brian mumbled, rubbing a particularly sensitive spot as you cried out softly. “My good girl.” The way he said it was like an honour, but also a warning.

Molten warmth pooled in your gut, driving you to show your contentedness through throaty moans. You were beyond happy at the moment: just focusing on the feeling of Brian’s movements inside you. Of being here with him, wanted by him. Of pleasing him... Being good for him.

“Just relax sweetheart... let me in. That’s it.”

You enjoyed the sensations of being opened, stretched, loosened for what Brian wanted to do to you. You let him work your body as he liked, coaxing blissful sounds from your tight chest. Soon the lube was warm, and, after a painful moment where you had to bite your lip, you were full of two long fingers. But prod and rub as he did, it was still not enough. You were working hard to keep yourself upright, dripping and desperate for something more substantial inside you. Where you would FEEL it, through to your dripping pussy.

“Please Sir,” you whined, pushing back against his hand, “I need more.”

Brian sucked in a deep breath, pressing against your flesh and curling his fingers along your inner walls until your arms turned to jelly and your face was pressed into the mattress. He groaned at the needy sight before him.

“Mmm... yeah baby? You think you’re ready for my cock?” He said the words slowly, in a high enough register that you could tell he wasn’t so sure himself. But the underlying growl of lust cut through, and you could hear the filthy, wet shucking of his other hand pumping his shaft, which had been throbbing for long enough.

“Please Sir,” you reiterated, begging for a sensation you couldn’t yet fathom. You didn’t want him to wait.

There was a moment where your heart pounded and Brian didn’t speak. All sounds stopped except for breathing, until the hand that wasn’t between your legs grasped suddenly at your hips, and then down to your arse, hard enough to hurt.

“Fucking hell darling,” Brian growled, “...You’re wonderfully naughty.”

It seemed in this state, it didn’t take much for Brian to let go. Not when you knew what he wanted, and you gave it to him so easily.

Brian’s fingers slid from your body, slick and warm, sending twinges through your stretched muscles even on their way out. You forced yourself to stay still and prayed that the shaking of your legs wasn’t noticeable. All you could focus on was the sound of Brian’s ragged breathing, the shuffling of his large body upon the mattress, and the pounding of your pulse in your ears.

Something hard and HOT brushed up against your sex, and you gasped, unable to hide your nerves. Brian’s chest rumbled low, frighteningly sexy, tightening the knot within your intestines. It was huge, and heavy, weighing in your gut like the perfect combination of lust and apprehension. You couldn’t move as you were caught between his hands on your sides, and he slid the length of his cock between your folds. Over and over again, spreading the lube and your juices over his skin and heightening your arousal.

“You’re gonna feel... so... good, precious girl,” Brian panted hotly between strokes. “So fucking tight around my cock.”

At first, you thought his words were for you- to keep you calm and eager- but as Brian continued to fuck your thighs, holding you where he wanted as he warmed his dick, you suddenly realized they could have also been for him. Your body was going to feel good around his cock, and you were going to bring him off like the perfect toy you were, waiting all day for him to come back and fuck you. Most glaringly of all: you were going to LOVE it.

Your head spun and your thighs clenched harder, fighting the irresistible ache between your legs. You felt overwhelmed, nervous, and uncontrollably desperate. “Please Bri...” Begging was all you could do right now. The moan left your lips without your recollection, only discovered through Brian’s answering growl, and the sharp sting of another slap to your waiting ass.

“That’s my beautiful slut.”

The filthy language, the way he spanked you and talked down to you... it was fucking perfect for a night like tonight. Your sex was slick from the forbidden filth and depravation you’d been fantasizing about all day.

Unable to wait any longer, Brian bucked up against your stomach one final time, smearing the lube and his pre-come over your lower abdomen. He felt large and solid even there, and you held your breath as he repositioned himself, because you could only imagine what he would feel like inside.

“Here we go Y/N,” Brian’s smooth tenor soothed as best it could, but the hard cock pressed against your rim and stole your focus. “Just what you wanted.”

Brian’s hands and hips guided his tip into the quivering, lubed channel that awaited it. Almost immediately, it burned. You’d thought his fingers were big, or at least comparable to the width of his cock, when there were two of them. Turns out you were very wrong. Fuck!! You suddenly remembered that even Adam needed three, but nothing could have prepared you for the stretch coming now. Brian’s cock was thick, and long, and even just beginning to press into your body you knew it was going to pull you apart.

You weren’t sure you could handle it. Handle him: all simmering sensuality and dominance. Brian pressed harder, opening you wider to accommodate his size, and you were caught off guard. You cried out, just barely, the sound breaking past the walls you’d built to hide your weakness.

“Baby girl... FUCK,” Brian panted, still crushing his cockhead against the tight opening between your legs, “You’ve gotta relax darling.”

Images flashed of your first night together, when he’d said the same entering your eager pussy. This was similar, but OH so fucking different. It hurt, and the tears pricked in your eyes, not so much for your own pain, but for fear of disappointing him.

You wanted to be his perfect girl, like he always said, but you weren’t doing that right now. You felt like you were being split open. Like there was nowhere for his cock to go, pressing huge and searing hot against you.

You let out a shuddering breath, unable to speak for fear of sobbing, and forced yourself to relax. Every ounce of control left your limbs and your muscles; you were willing your body to do what you wanted, what he wanted. But it wasn’t enough.

“Fuckin’ hell...” Brian growled, clearly frustrated, and for the first time you considered that it wasn’t entirely painless for him either. He had a huge cock, and he was trying to squeeze it into a very tight space. It was probably like a damn vice on his penis.

The following attempt was the hardest yet, a sustained pressure on your opening the pulled your muscles apart, slowly, slowly, increasing the ache little by little until it was again threatening to escape your lips. You pressed your mouth together, forcing yourself to bear what was necessary, until it wasn’t enough to stop you from whining. Scrunching your eyes closed, you bit your bottom lip and ignored the faint taste of blood.

There, in the middle of what seemed like the crucial moment, when part of you was screaming for Brian to just do it, he cursed under his breath. “So fucking eager Y/N... and still so very young.” The clamping hand on your hip loosened, and whatever portion of his tip you’d taken slipped out. “You don’t know what you need.”

Brian left you abruptly, and you felt the loss immediately as you remained panting on the bed, frozen on all fours just as you had been all night. You couldn’t discern the tone of his voice, and your whirring brain made a feared conclusion. The pain between your legs was gone, but the pain in your heart was worse. It was like a crushing blow to your chest, draining what little confidence you had and leaving you a trembling husk. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak without Bri. He was your everything. And you’d disappointed him. Failure. Tease. Your throat burned with the shame. You weren’t good enough, weren’t strong enough. You should’ve tried harder, been better. Done more preparation. No wonder he was leaving you behind. You could never be enough for someone so--

“Sweetheart… no.” Warm hands were on you again in an instant, rubbing along your sides and hastily wiping the swollen tears you didn’t know had formed. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” His thumbs caressed your wet cheeks, soothing and non-distraught. Brian brought calm with him, and now that he was back your breathing could return to normal.

Still, you couldn’t speak, trying to ignore the sobs coming from your throat. It was pathetic, but somehow you reasoned that if you didn’t think about them, Brian couldn’t hear them.

Maybe it was a good thing that the world didn’t follow your skewed logic, for to sooth your cries Brian placed a string of soft kisses along your bare spine, and then they were all you could think about.

“It’s not a bad thing that you’ve never done this before.” He hummed as he continued his kisses, squeezing your sides again, and then your breasts. His fingers were gentle, yet insistent. “I don’t expect you to know what to do...”

He stopped to flip you over, easily picking you up and laying you down on your back beneath him. The smile the met your eyes melted your heart, and dried your tears. His eyes shone with all the tender love you needed. When a man as beautiful as Brian looked over you like that, the pain in your throat started to fade. He was still here, looking at you like you were someone special.

His brow crinkled as he leaned down to capture your lips properly, taking the time to show you how much he adored you in his bed. When he pulled back, you caught your breath, and Brian spoke over your heaving chest.

“Let me show you.” His words were deep velvet. And the heat the reemerged in his gaze sparked the flame inside you back to life.

He liked it. He liked you: all wide eyes and youthful innocence. Right now, under his dark stare, it was clear that your inexperience wasn’t a problem for Bri. A dark, forgotten part of your gut curled happily. Perhaps this was what he wanted. What YOU wanted. He was going to teach you how to take his cock, how to please him.

And he loved the awe-struck look in your eye.

You knew you were caught staring- at his gorgeous face and handsome expression. Brian smiled at your wide eyes. He looked delicious, immensely confident and just the slightest bit predatory, which was a mixture that sent wonderful tremors down your spine and warm fire in your core.

Your mouth was suddenly dry, and you had the immediate urge to press your hips against him. Which you did, while whispering the relief you felt in your chest. “Thank you.”

Brian chuckled low, kissing away the remainder of your tears. “You’re gonna love it,” he drawled, pointed canines just peeking between his lips.

You realized what Brian had left the bed for when he held up the larger plug for you to see. In his hands it looked small and unintimidating, but then again everything looked small in Bri’s hands.

“We’ll start with this.”

The weight of Brian’s movements compressed the mattress, rocking your body slightly as he gave the new toy a quick lube. You knew enough now that when he pressed it between your legs, you still on your back beneath him, you were prepared for the slight cold, and relaxed into the press of the rubber.

When Brian’s eyes met yours, lighting that burning intensity between you, the stretch didn’t feel so daunting. Your mouth opened, and you gasped, though no sound came out. It was big, stretching you to an uncomfortable ache. But Brian smiled, held your gaze, and cupped your cheek with his free hand.

“Thats a good girl Y/N”, he murmured, stroking your face and neck with his gentle fingers, and slowly, slowly, rocking the plug into your opening. “So good. Just relax.”

You could only do as he asked, still caught with your mouth opening and closing: needing his presence like a fish needs water. Brian’s voice comforted your silent form, speaking gentle praises as he worked, and before you knew it- so focused on the lull of his soft, beautiful tenor- the plug slipped past your rim.

Feeling the distinct movement, Brian grinned wide, and you couldn’t remember when you’d been so proud. He rewarded you with a long kiss, caressing your lips with his. He mouthed over your bottom lip, and then your top, and then slipped his tongue between the two, until you could feel the praise in his actions. That didn’t stop him from voicing them though.

“Well done my baby girl,” Brian pulled away to get a good look at you. “You’re magnificent.”

And the way he said it, well... it was enough to form new tears in your eyes. But these were glorious, wonderous tears full of joy. You’d remember how he looked at you- how his dark eyes shone and his brow softened- for the rest of your life.

You could no longer feel the heavy ache for the lightness in your heart, and you sighed the only words left in your mind.

“I love you Bri.”

The gorgeous hazel eyes blinked once. “I know sweetheart...”

“I need you.” You cut him off before he could wait any longer. “Please Sir.”

“I know sweetheart.” He repeated his words, but the heat and lust present this time told you he understood.

You needed to be his tonight. Fully, completely his. You wanted him to mould you, fill you, teach you.

And Brian wanted the same thing.

Before you needed to plead again, he pressed his cock to your wet, willing, dripping pussy, and rumbled. “I need you too.”

The long, slow plunge of his shaft through your folds showed you just how much. He’d been waiting the whole time he was stretching you. Hell, he’d cancelled his dinner to be with you. Brian groaned louder than you could remember, disregarding any ears that could be listening. It was deep, and rough: rocky and masculine. Like he needed to feel you around him, and now that he had it, he wasn’t going back.

Brian bottomed out, and drove his cock deep into your channel, reaching your innermost areas, brushing your cervix. Only he could reach so deep, fill you so wide. And with the large plug in your ass, it was more than you’d ever felt before.

“Good girl.”

It was all he could grunt, thrusting into your body again without once pulling back. Just pressing you into the mattress with his hips, stuffing you to the limit, indulging in the tight feel of your cunt. He was so strong that you had no hope to escape, even if you wanted to. You felt tiny beneath the weight of him above, and the width of him inside.

His thick length rubbed and prodded deliciously along your walls, and the hard mass of the plug pushed back against him with every movement. With the thin wall of nerves between the two, you felt completely filled, and overwhelmed in the best possible way. The pressure from behind meant you could feel every vein on Brian’s cock. Every wonderful bump and inch of him.

When he started moving properly, that’s when you really felt it. Brian’s cock was always massive within you, stretching you to the limit and draining your head of any extra thoughts, until it was just you, and him, and his wonderful width inside your cunt. You loved the mindless ache he created, the desperate numbness, the absolute submission and need. He wasn’t thrusting roughly, or pulling out very far, but the rhythm of his movements, chasing that tight feeling from your body, they drove you wild.

It was like Brian was both driving his shaft into you, and grinding it against the plug at the same time. He was reaching deep, almost aiming to push you further than you’d gone before. Stretching you wider, pulling you apart. It was both physical, and, in the silence of heavy panting, emotional. He seemed to be lost in the feel of you. Using you for his pleasure, and though that’s what you wanted, there was a part of you that was once again starting to feel nervous.

The large plug already seemed so much, filling your rear end, and with Brian’s movements turning more and more mindless as he got lost in the pleasure, it was a lot. The sensation, the tightness, the feeling of your entire body being taken at once... it was slightly painful, but so bloody good. The pleasure built and built without seeming to go anywhere, until you were wound so tight you felt you were about to explode, but there was no release in sight.

You didn’t know what to do, how to feel, how to act. You only had the feel of Brian’s slick cock- the push of him deep inside you- the stretch of your muscles around the plug. He muttered praises to you as he thrust, still deep and slow, enjoying the pleasure, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. It didn’t seem like Brian was in any rush to come, but you were nearing insanity.

“I need you...” you whined, desperate for something... anything. “Please Sir. I need... more.”

You didn’t know what you needed, but Brian would. And the low, rumbling reply confirmed just that.

“Oh, do you? Good girl.” Brian seemed delighted that you’d finally spoken up, and suddenly you realized that was his plan all along: to work you up into frantic desperation. Your stomach dropped.

He pulled out of you, slowly, teasingly. Giving you the opposite of what you’d asked for. Leaving you on the edge with that damned smug smirk on his face. And, somehow, his blatant manipulation seemed to turn you on more. You just stared at him with you jaw agape, looking for any sort of clue in his eyes.

You were even more shocked when he reached down and gently pulled the plug from between your legs, coming out a wet mess, just like it’d went in. You were left feeling empty and yearning, when you’d just previously been filled to bursting. It was a stark contrast, and you didn’t like it. You wanted to be full of him again, in any way he’d take you.

As if reading your mind, and seeing your pout, Brian tisked softly. “Don’t worry darling... we’re not done.”

His eyes were dark, limitless, dangerous. The tightening in your gut felt slightly different this time, and your arms trembled. Brian had done more than enough, he’d dragged your new experience out, given you pleasure upon pleasure, a taste of what was to come. Now it was time for what he’d wanted all night: what drove him to skip his dinner meeting because he just couldn’t get it out of his head.

Your sex was glaringly empty, pulsing around nothing after being so overstimulated moments ago. Now you knew what you wanted. Brian was going to try again.

He was so into it, you could see it in his eyes. He was excited, overflowing with lust and satisfaction: perfectly pleased that you were everything he wanted. And God, you couldn’t disappoint him. For Brian, you’d do anything. He always knew your limits better than you did yourself- pushing you just enough out of your comfort zone to explore new things- and he hadn’t been wrong so far. He knew what you needed, just as he’d said earlier that night.

“Now turn around, and be a good girl.” Brian gestured for you to get back on your knees, but a sudden nervousness filled your body, even if his words were wonderfully sexy. You remembered last time, when it had hurt so bad, with you crying in the same position.

Seeing your worried expression, Brian gave a comforting smile. “It’s easier this way, trust me.”

You stared up at him, taking in all that he was. His shining mop of white curls. The fluffy shoulder hair that glistened in the evening light. The kind smile. The intelligent eyes. Brian was the most incredible, impressive man you’d ever met in your life. You ached to please him, and wanted nothing more than to have all the incredible, confident power he wielded be directed at you. His control gave you something you craved deep inside. His desire made you feel whole.

You nodded and crawled onto your hands and knees, just as he’d said. You’d do anything to see those hazel eyes darken.

Having waited so long, Brian was a bit impatient. You’d sent him tempting photos and got him all worked up, and yet still he’d taken the time to prepare you to this point. He was a wonderful man. You thought he deserved to let himself go now, and the fact that his long-held control was finally slipping was dangerously sexy.

He pressed his body against yours as soon as you were in place, curling atop your form with his chest to your back, and his cock against your hole once more. You couldn't help but tense at the blunt hardness against your skin: he was always overwhelming.

“Hey, hey… little darling, it’s okay. Just relax... we’re gonna go slow.” His voice rumbled deep as his hands caressed your slim sides. “Let me take care of you.”

He was so wonderful, somehow both gentle and deeply erotic, all at once. Focusing on the calm lull of his words vibrating against your back, you let out the breath you’d been holding. You were ready. You wouldn’t fail him this time.

Brian started to work himself in, similar to how the plug had felt, and you focused all your energy on staying relaxed and open. You wanted to take him inside you; you wanted to make him proud.

The stretch kept coming and coming, the bulbous head of his cock pulling you wider and wider around him. The ache was back, pooling in your lower spine, pounding and throbbing, and you tried to welcome it.

“Good girl, precious girl,” Brian mumbled a string of praises as he inserted himself, painstakingly slow for your sake, and because he wanted to squeeze every last sensation out of your tight entrance. He moaned and growled, and you could picture the way his Adam’s apple would bob, as he threw his head back and shouted silently from the ecstasy.

Even though your eyes pricked at the stretch, you felt wonderfully submissive. His body plastered to yours let you feel every ounce of pleasure you gave to him. If not from your own sensations, you reveled in the twitching of his muscles around you. And the thoughtless whispers from his lips.

When his tip fully slid past your rim a throaty groan was forced from your lips. You’d never been pulled apart quite like this. You felt open, exposed, vulnerable, and stuffed so full that you couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. Most of all, you felt a rush of pride for the choked, lustful gasp you heard from Brian.

“Good girl... my good girl,” Brian continued to mumble his praises after a deep growl from finally being inside you. “So innocent, so small... begging for my cock all fucking day.”

He seemed almost incoherent, spouting the thoughts that came to his head without a filter: showing you his deepest desires while lost in the sinful pleasure of your body. You could do no more than whine in response, focusing on the feel of his width push deeper into you.

Brian bit down on the back of your neck as he thrust, still so very slow and savoured, edging into you little by little. It wasn’t hard, but you hoped there would be a mark left to remind you of how you pleased him. The pain there bloomed wide, meeting the burning stretch from below, until your whole body was on fire, completely claimed and filled.

“Almost there now... good girl.”

The breathy rumble of his voice fluttered along your skin, pressed to him as you were. Your body fit so perfectly against his: your arms caged within his, your back to his chest, your bottom on his groin. Brian reached a hand up to squeeze your breast as he eventually bottomed out, moaning with pleasure and relief that you were finally his.

You’d never felt this full in your life. Earlier, with the plug and his cock, you were stretched all over. But now you were stretched deep. It was like your very core, you entire essence was moulded around Brian. The thick hardness within you, so big that you couldn’t move without discomfort, felt... dirty. Forbidden. The very act was erotic. It put you in your place. Everything about it- the position, the feeling, the pleasure-pain- called out to your submissive urges. An inner part of you just wanted to be good for Brian. To be loved and fucked and told what to do and when to do it. It was simple. It was easy. And now, you were experiencing that exciting loss of control to a new level.

His big hand spanned across your chest and pulled you towards his body, just as his hips buried his cock impossibly deeper in your arse. A weighty, delighted masculine moan filled the air, and you knew you’d done well. You were no longer a virgin, in any sense.

“Fuck… you’re so tight” Brian stated the obvious, gritting his teeth at the vice-like grip of your muscles. “Good girl. My good girl.” He squeezed your other tit, enjoying your entire body. “...Never been stretched so good before.”

He punctuated his words by rolling his hips for the first time, and you cried out from your throat, feeling it deep inside you.

There was something about the sounds you made, the way you trembled against him, the way you took his cock... that made Brian groan along with you. You wondered, as the hot pain licked at the backs of your thighs, if he enjoyed seeing you like this. Feeling you like this. Submissive, overcome, unable to move or think because of what he did to you. He could dominate you so easily, and you welcomed all of it.

The stretch was bordering on too much, but you could do it for Brian. Especially when it seemed to make him feel this good.

He moved again, sliding within your lubed channel to rub every inch of his length along your tight walls, and his hand worked over your hard nipples. God, it did hurt. He was so fucking big. But the blooming sensation on your chest distracted you nicely.

You urged your muscles to relax as Brian found his slow rhythm, milking every pleasure out of the tight fit. Each tiny movement seemed to send shooting sensations up your spine. It was SO much. You couldn’t feel your legs.

Fuck! Brian leaned back to change the angle slightly, dragging directly along your nerves, and you felt a stab of pain as his hands found your waist. You’d never felt more debauched: on your hands and knees as he fucked you. Wringing every drop of pleasure from your body.

It was so much stimulation that you didn’t know what to do. The pain, the pressure, the pleasure of being taken... it was overwhelming. And you were no longer sure it was enjoyable. You thought of your colours, but quickly dismissed the idea, angered at yourself. You were the one who wanted this: who didn’t want to wait and tempted a rock star into her bed. You begged for it. And, despite how it hurt, a part of you still wanted it.

Most of all, you’d never seen or heard Brian so lost in the moment. He was finally out of his head, enjoying the lust and pleasure the way he deserved. What Brian wants, Brian gets. You remembered his words from earlier, and your gut lurched with shameful desire. He liked it, and his perfect girl wouldn’t stop him from anything.

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing your voice not to break as you cried out the only thing left to say. “Please Sir!”

Brian’s hands tightened, and he bottomed out once more with his thighs against your soft bottom. “See? Doesn’t it... hunngh,” he growled at the sensation, “Feel.” He thrust again. “So... fucking good?”

You wished it did. You wanted desperately for it to feel good, like it had before, like it felt for him. You’d wanted this all day, spent hours imagining what he would feel like inside you, and now you had it. but he was always more than you expected.

“Your perky, perfect fucking arse...” Brian moaned into the hot air as he thrust into you again. “You’re such a wonderful girl Y/N. Squeezing my cock so bloody tight.”

The ecstasy- the rapture- in his voice vibrated through to your bones. You didn’t need anything more than the signs of his pleasure.

“Taking me so well... ALL of me.” He said it like he knew it was difficult, and set aside some extra praise for you because of that. It was the satisfaction of pleasing him, making him feel this good, that let the images of other women he’d been with pass through your head without jealousy. He was BIG, and not everyone could do this... was willing to do this. You were special.

Brian's words turned to desperate rutting, still slow from the tightness, but you could tell he was close from the way he panted, and the strength he gripped your hips. There would be bruises in the morning. You didn’t think you’d be able to come yourself- there was too much going on: too much friction, too much ache- but all you wanted was his come painting your insides for the first time.

Brian, however, didn’t seem to share your plans. After a few more moments of unthinking lust and ecstasy it was clear that he wouldn’t be satisfied until you were a shaking mess on the end of his cock, reveling in the same pleasures he enjoyed. He needed to claim you. To bask in the proof that you desired him, and the stretch of his cock in your ass.

“Come on baby girl, come for me. I’ll show you how good...”

Brian cut his own thoughts off by plunging two fingers into your neglected, forgotten pussy. He immediately rubbed your clit- hard- and you bucked up into his stomach. His impatience shot straight to your core. It was as if your orgasm was also simply for his pleasure.

“Aannngh...” You were a moaning mess, finally finding some focus for the overflow of sensation that had been building for so long. His fingers drove you higher and higher as his cock still filled your ass. It was so much, so fast, and pushed you almost painfully to the edge. You were stretched so tight that you feared an orgasm would hurt, but as he rubbed your bud you needed it more and more. More than anything else.

“So fucking tight Y/N!” His praises turned once more to how good you made him feel, and you adored it. That’s why you were here. That’s why he loved you.

And, though your over-stimulated body fought against it, his fingers forced your climax, and you screamed.

“Yes... YES!” Brian joined your loud noises of pleasure with his own. “That’s my Good. Fucking. Girl!” He growled and snarled, doubling down into your hole as you clenched hard around him. You thought you were going to burst.

And then, finally, it happened. “Mmmngph!!” Brian let out a muffled grunt as he came, shaking and squeezing you against his body as hard as your tightening muscles clamped his cock. He thrust deep, filling you with every last drop of his seed, until it overflowed and marked your inner thighs.

His hands gripped you with enough strength to hold you in place, even as your limbs went limp, and for once he didn’t have ready praises on his lips. Just heaving breaths, coming down from the immeasurable high you’d given him, and weak thrusts to steal the last remnants of pleasure from your body.

You could only be still, heart pounding in his hold, and whisper the words that, despite the tenderness between your legs, you truly meant.

“Thank you Bri.”

To which he kissed your back, still holding you against him for a moment lost in time.

...

Brian pulled out of you slowly, leaving a mess of warm come and lube all over the bed. He didn’t seem to care, sighing with satisfaction, rubbing large circles on your arse cheeks as he surveyed his work. You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing back, wincing slightly from the movement, and seeing for yourself what a wreck he’d made of you.

A nearby towel came into view, clasped in Brian’s large hand, first used to dry the area between your legs, and then his own cock. You were shocked to see some drops of blood on the white material, and your heartrate increased silently, but as your eyes flicked to Brian’s face, he didn’t seem to mind. Perhaps a bit of blood was normal, you pondered, glancing back down to the towel. Some red amongst the bodily fluids--

And, oh God, was that... Abject terror and mortification filled your veins. You were absolutely disgusted, immediately cringing and cursing yourself for not reading more... for not cleaning yourself properly beforehand. How could you overlook something like this? Before anal sex?? Brian was probably appalled. You’d never felt so embarrassed in your life. You prayed to God he somehow didn’t notice, but Brian’s eyes caught yours, and a flash of concern crossed his expressive brow.

His gaze flicked down to the towel, and then back to your cringing face, and his eyebrows tilted further. “Y/N, darling, it’s only natural.”

You wanted to bury your face in the blankets, and couldn’t bear to look at him. It was a moment before you could hear anything over the waterfall of shame in your head, but a gentle hand on your shoulder breached the torrent.

“Please don’t hide, beautiful girl...” Brian’s tenor drifted to your ear, followed by his soft sigh. “Thank you for a wonderful night.”

You could tell he wanted to comfort you, but his voice sounded so tired that your subconscious couldn’t force him to do it. A little piece of your resolve broke. He’d worn himself out tonight, and the realization brought a proud warmth to your chest, under all the cold embarrassment.

You rolled over to where he’d placed himself beside you, and nuzzled against the crook of his neck. You wouldn’t make him use words when his touch was enough. The smell of him wrapped around you and made you feel safe. You could hide from the shame you felt, because Brian’s wonderful hazel eyes never judged you, and his arms wrapped around your middle perfectly.

You lied there, once again snug in Brian’s arms: naked, pressed against his soft skin. But you weren’t the same girl you’d been last night. There was a significant ache between your legs and up the base of your spine, unrelenting in making its presence known. You weren’t sure how you were going to walk tomorrow. Tonight had been so much... too much, but, you wouldn’t take it back.

Yes, it had been intimidating, and you’d been nervous, and you were throbbing from the stretch.

But Brian kissed you, and he wrapped those long, warm arms around your body, and you told yourself it was wonderful. With his chest warm against your back it was easy to forget the soreness down below. Maybe you even liked it. You’d wanted a reminder earlier today; now you had one. You always knew what you were getting into with Bri. You were desired, and cherished, and snuggled so tight as Brian drifted quickly off to sleep that no one could ever pry you from his grip.

You took a deep breath, willing away the sudden ache in your throat with a firm grimace, not daring move much else for fear of disturbing the man beside you. The swelling of your chest pressed your skin firmer against his. You could feel the pleasing constriction of his arms, and the solid weight of his body.

Tonight you’d given something you could never take back: a part of you belonging to Brian forever. Thinking back to the heavenly, sensual sounds he’d made as he came inside you, filled with all the pleasure and ecstasy he so deserved, there was nothing you’d change. He’d cried out and shook with satisfaction, all because of you. Your stomach still flipped at how much he loved being your first.

He was beautiful, and kind, and possessive, and rough, and caring, and loving, and erotic, and sexy, and perfect.

God, you fucking loved him.

Chapter 105: Regret

Notes:

Small Daddy kink warning, please let me know if you want an alternate chapter. It's not an integral part of the chapter and is mentioned twice.

I'm SO sorry this took so long to write... I wasn't sure of the direction I wanted to go. I had half the chapter written, and then had to start over when I realized it didn't sit right. I really want to do my story and the characters justice as we're nearing the end. (Not that close, but still). I really hope people are still interested in reading what I want to write. It's been interesting to see readers come... and go... but I love all of you and I hope you get something out of my story. Please leave a comment if you'd like, I'd love to see how you feel about Bri and Y/N!

Until next time,
xx DBM

The first thing you noticed upon waking, for the first time, wasn’t the soothing embrace of Brian’s arms around you. Nor was it his spicy smell, or his soft snoring. Or the firm expanse of his chest at your back. Instead, it was the aching, the throbbing, at the base of your spine.

You grimaced, clenching your teeth and flexing your muscles in some attempt to determine the extent of your discomfort... and you regretted it immediately. Between your legs you felt utterly exhausted. Used. There was a dull pain right at your centre, harshly reminding you how Brian’s cock had stretched your muscles to their limit.

Yet... you also remembered how he’d moaned and growled- moving inside you with such pleasure and rapture- and you squeezed your eyes together before tears could prick the drowsy mask of sleep.

How could you regret something he loved so much? Why did you feel this way after something you’d wanted so desperately? It had been wonderfully intimate. Powerful. Something you’d never, ever forget. But you couldn’t shake this empty feeling inside. Even with Brian’s arms around your waist you felt hollow... shallow. Like you were detached from yourself and how safe he made you feel, and only able to focus on the pain that lingered.

The tears did end up falling, streaking silent down your cheeks. You couldn’t move, though you wanted to flee. To hide away so he could never see you like this: pathetic, crying for no reason. You didn’t even dare breathe deeply for fear of waking Brian up. Just because you weren’t able to handle what you’d asked for. You were useless.

Predictably, it didn’t take long for your rapid heartbeat to rouse Brian from his sleep. You tried to remain as still as humanly possible, but you could tell he noticed how you were trembling when he squeezed your body against his. Brian sensed a lot, but that didn’t stop you from trying to hide your weakness. He was wonderful, and you were ashamed.

“Good morning sweetheart.” Brian’s soft, raspy voice made you shiver instinctively.

You pushed back against him and rubbed your backside against his lower stomach, overcompensating so he couldn’t detect the edge in your reply. “Morning Bri.”

He chuckled at your apparent desperation, running his hands up and down your bare skin. They were clumsy from sleep, and so very endearing you felt a cold twinge for your trickery.

After a few moments the wandering hands stilled, with one resting on your flat stomach and one cupping your breast. Brian pulled you tighter to him, sharing his warmth and the safety you usually craved as his furry chest pressed against you skin. “I couldn’t believe you last night, cheeky girl.” He squeezed the sensitive flesh he had between his fingers, clutching possessively as he remembered. “Sending me those naughty pictures.”

Brian punctuated his words with a roll of his hips against your arse, and you wanted nothing more than to be able to clear your mind and grind back into him, but you couldn’t do it. You were still as frozen as you’d been upon waking, cursing yourself for not being able to enjoy the naked skin of Brian fucking May against you.

All you could manage was a quiet hum.

And perhaps sensing something was off, Brian’s fingers loosened. His voice lost the implication it had moments before and reached earnestly for your answer. “How are you feeling after last night Y/N?”

The mild panic settled immediately in your gut, whirling from the fear of being caught so soon. You wanted to be everything he needed, and he certainly didn’t need another crying complication in his life.

“Great!”

You almost swore out loud at the obvious falseness in the peppy tone that came out of your mouth. If Brian didn’t suspect anything before, he certainly did now. And his considering hum just proved it.

“Y/N...” He repeated your name, slowly, demonstrating the seriousness of his question. You were about to say something else, anything, grasping at straws to save face, but Brian silenced you with a quick hand to your lips. You felt like a child being scolded by their parent, and that almost made it worse. Much worse.

“You remember what I said, all those nights ago, when I first invited you along... pretty little girl that I couldn’t take my eyes off... hmm?

You shook your head, praying he couldn’t feel your wet cheeks with his hand still over your mouth. It was a strange position, but you didn’t feel restrained at all. Just waiting. Enjoying the aside complement. Breathing, as he spoke to you so softly. You didn’t need to speak until he wanted you to. You didn't dare.

“You have to be honest with me Y/N. And you can always say ‘no.’”

Your eyes prickled at his sweetness. You did remember, but there was something inside you that made his words so very difficult. Why didn’t Brian see that? You didn’t want to say no. You just wanted to be good for him. Why wouldn’t he let you?

Your silence wasn’t enough for him, so Brian repeated his question. “How are you feeling?”

You couldn’t answer. The worry in his voice drew you to tears again, and clearly noticing now, Brian bristled against you. He was rigid, dropping his hands from your skin. Suddenly all the warm comfort his touch brought was gone, and his breath sped fast. He pulled back, afraid of touching you. You were left with nothing.

“Fuck. Y/N... oh Lord- Fuck. I’m so sorry. I should have never-” Brian tripped over his own apologies as they tumbled out one after another. He was panicked, scared. Your rock, your love, the best thing in your life, was pulling away from you just as you’d feared. It was the opposite of what you wanted, and your tears fell harder as your throat constricted. You were devastated to hear to regret in his voice. You’d ruined everything, and right now all you could think was that he was leaving you.

“No no no, please Bri... Daddy, no!” You panicked, clutching on to him so he wouldn’t move, throwing out the words you thought could get him to stay. You couldn’t let him assume the worst and tumble into the blackness of his own mind. You couldn’t let him pull away. You needed him, even like this.

From the movements of his chest, where your face was once again pressed, you knew Brian was on the verge of sobbing too.

“I- I... Did I hurt you?” His voice cracked, and he called out in such despair that you knew he’d already made his conclusion. You could practically hear the cogs whirling in his head, dreading what he’d missed last night.

As much as your flesh was tender, it pained you much more to see him like this. Your chest felt like it was splitting open, raw and vulnerable. You hated it. It was wrong. Mornings with Brian weren’t supposed to be like this.

“No!” You almost yelled, putting every effort into your shaky voice to make him believe you, but it wasn’t enough, and you couldn’t change a mind that was already made.

“I said be HONEST with me!” Brian’s arms trembled as he raised his voice, forcing his emotions into the room. He grabbed your arms roughly, prying you away from his chest to look him in the eyes. His gorgeous, hazel eyes.

Your breath shook, and you said what you thought was right. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me Bri...” But his grip just tightened around your wrists, leaving what would be a bruise before he threw you to the pillows.

“But I did.”

He left you there, on the mattress, while he backed away trembling. His eyes were wide as they stared at you, like he’d just committed the most heinous crime he could imagine. He was shocked at himself. At what had happened. Your arm reached out to him and hovered, but after a quick glance and a nervous swallow, Brian didn’t return it. You could see tears in his gaze, and his voice wavered weak into the air, whispering to himself.

“I don’t think I’ll ever deserve to touch you again.”

You wanted to wail. How did it all go so wrong? You’d just wanted to do something for him. To experience the new pleasures he could show you. To LIVE. To be close to the man you loved and trusted.

But his wet, worried eyes clamped your heart tight. His brows were furrowed as he looked at you, spiraling into self-hatred. The lines on his face- usually so cute and attractive– were deeper than ever: what he thought he’d done weighing more on his expression than the years ever did.

You took a deep breath, trying to get over the sting of crying in your throat out of sheer desperation to remedy the situation.

“Brian... that’s NOT what I want. I don’t want you to pull away... it makes me feel alone... like I’m a failure.” You sniffed, stifling a sob as you described the terror of him leaving, for any reason at all. “I WANT you to hug me... kiss me like you do so well.”

Brian looked like he wanted to say something then, opening his mouth and furrowing his brow, but the words were flowing from your heart and you couldn’t stop them now if you tried.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t honest earlier... about how I’m feeling.” You looked up into his tear-filled eyes. “I am sore- very much so. But I don’t want you to run away. What I need is someone who knows what they’re doing... someone to make it better. I need you.”

You implored him with your voice and your gaze, pleading with Brian to understand your point of view. To see what you needed. You were powerless again, calling out with all your might for him because you knew no other way past the heavy weight in your gut. And, perhaps, there was a knowing glimmer in his eye.

“Oh Y/N... my darling girl.” He reached out, tentatively, to cup your soft cheek with his rough hand. “I’m afraid I’ve caused you far too many tears already.”

Your head shook as you sniffed. “And many joys Brian... SO many.” You rubbed your face against his palm, smiling with sincerity all the while, and turned your head to place a soft kiss. “I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything.”

Brian smiled then: a little, hopeful thing. You realised then that you were both too far gone to consider staying apart- too desperate to make the most out of the days you had left together. Too entwined. Even after hurting one another. Too weak to resist the lasting, dangerous pull you felt towards the opposite.

“How about a few more of those joys?” You looked up at him and matched his hesitant grin.

You thought he’d appreciate the trust again. To show him you hadn’t lost it, and give him the opportunity to take care of you. Somewhere inside him was the need to provide: to be loved, looked up to. They were desires you would and did give to him in a heartbeat, but not the false praise you’d attempted this morning.

Your relationship was founded on trust: him, of your secrecy and discretion, and you, that you wouldn’t be hurt. Over the days it built into a deeper, more honest kind of trust. That your affections were genuine, that his appreciations weren’t superficial. Hell, it had developed into love. Pure, wonderful love.

One of those original trusts had been broken, but you knew you could forgive him. Easily, quickly. If you were honest, probably too quickly. But what mattered most was that you could give Brian the opportunity to forgive himself. It wasn’t his fault that you’d pushed yourself too far, or that you made the choice not to use your safewords.

To you, nothing was ever Brian’s fault. And perhaps it was this fact that made him retain a bit of his hesitation when he brought his other hand to your opposite cheek.

He held you with arms outstretched, like a small cherub with your face in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I’m sorry Y/N... More than words will ever be able to say.” His fingers covered so much skin and brought the safe warmth he always carried with him, yet he looked at you with lingering sadness. “You’re too good for me.”

You were about to deny him, instinctually bursting to defend and praise the man you loved, even from himself. But just as you’d carried on earlier, Brian silenced you with a kiss.

He held onto both sides of you head, giving you no ability to move. When his lips brushed yours the same spark of electricity that always shot through you tingled your insides: back, to your satisfaction, after whatever numbness had plagued you this morning. Brian tasted like sweetness and safety. His teeth grazed your lips like sin and heat. He took your breath like it belonged to him, and your sigh once again signified that it did. It was a desperate kiss, punctuated with a conceding moan from Brian's throat.

When he did pull back, Brian smiled, and stared deep into your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere Y/N, if that’s what you want.” His thumb stroked your cheek again, reminding you of the firm grip and the recent taste of his lips. “But you have to promise that you’ll never, ever, lie to me again.”

You looked at him as he still held you, feeling much like a doll in his powerful hands.

“Especially for my sake,” Brian added, staring down through those wonderfully furry eyebrows.

You tried to nod, but his big hands held firm, forcing you to speak properly. “Yes Brian.”

You meant the words. Especially when they earned you a pointed smile, and the murmured praises of being called a good girl. Brian’s good girl. His arms were back around you, holding you tight where you belonged.

Though the hurt still lingered between your legs, there was no longer the ache in your heart. You nuzzled up against Brian’s form and your insides fluttered when he whispered how he’d make it up to you. And you believed him. A man that felt this bad, that regretted his carelessness so much, would surely never repeat his error.

You never wanted him to feel this way again. You also made yourself a promise, then and there, amidst strong arms, that you would never make such mistakes again.

…

Brian overcompensated for his earlier misstep ten-fold. You should have expected it, really, but the effort he seemed to put into pampering you was even a lot for him, who threw himself wholeheartedly into everything he did.

You cuddled for a bit longer, but before you got out of bed Brian had already ordered breakfast- delicious and high in fibre, according to him. You traded soft caresses and gentle lips. You enjoyed his big body against yours. You were amazed by how much better you felt after only some of his attention and love.

Breakfast arrived quickly, as it always did for Brian, and he brought it into the bedroom for you to eat together. He slid back under the covers to pull you into his side. He even, at your subtle request, removed the T-shirt he’d thrown on so you could feel his soft skin against yours. And see your favourite torso.

The oat muffins and banana felt heavy in your stomach, but Brian simply said they were good for you, and tempted you to eat with sweet kisses. His stubble was rough and he was getting crumbs all over the bed as he pawed at you, but it was wonderful. You’d do anything for Brian to be sweet to you. So you ate like he asked, and so did he, grinning through a mouthful of muffin that you’d placed between his lips.

When breakfast was done Brian gave you playful instructions that you were not to leave the covers until he’d run a hot bath, and though it was strange to be left in the sheets in his absence for once, you complied. It was rather cute, and mind-blowing, how seriously he was taking this. How seriously Brian May cared for you. You’d almost forgotten your soreness.

There was a moment of pain as Brian returned to the bedroom and called for you to come for your tub. He smiled, standing against the doorframe with his weight on one foot like always, and in your hurry you threw the blankets off to go join him. You regretted your haste when your muscles flared, sending a sudden sharp jolt between your legs. You were stunned into a standstill: wincing at both the pain that shocked through you, and the scene that Brian had just witnessed.

But when you hesitantly looked up at his eyes, you found him staring not at you, but at the mattress where the sheets had been thrown off. His handsome features were tense, pursed- trying to remain stoic while his emotions were raging within. It wasn’t until you followed his gaze that the pieces fell together.

He was staring at the mattress where you’d been. Where you’d both been. Lying and cuddling throughout the morning. There was an unmistakable stain of blood on the soft white sheet, and your stomach clenched nervously. Your blood, spilled thanks to his actions.

His eyes grew teary once again, and you cursed yourself for not thinking, even though you had no idea the additional blood was there either. The sight of you pain re-opened the emotional wounds in Brian that had been so recently closed. It was such an unwanted surprise that you wished that it would have remained a secret forever, simply to prevent any more negative feelings.

As soon as your mind got a grip on things you wanted to rush over to Brian: to hug him and reassure him that you were fine. To forgive him again. But as you moved out of bed for the first time that day, springing off the mattress, your injured body protested. Badly. Your gait buckled as you walked, and you were forced to stiffen your stride so the pain was tolerable.

Even as you did so, you cringed. You knew it looked bad. Hell, it felt bad. But what was done was done, and you almost felt like you were unwantedly rubbing it in his face. But the facts were there: you couldn’t walk properly.

Nevertheless you made your way over and buried your head in his chest, which was frozen and unmoving. You didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know you could say anything. You just hoped that your close presence- the way you held him tight- was evidence enough of your forgiveness.

“I’m so sorry darling.” Brian’s arms wrapped around your shoulders. “I...”

He didn’t know what to say either. You could feel Brian swallow uncomfortably, as if this new revelation was going to change your mind about your day. About him.

Perhaps there was something wrong with you, but, despite everything, being held within his embrace still felt good. Your mind had already forgiven Brian. It would just take your body a few days to catch up. You settled into the softness of him against you, and after a moment, pouring your love and affection into the hug as the pain from moving melted away, you took a steadying breath.

“So... about that bath?”

Your chest moved up and down in time with Brian’s sigh of relief and surprise. “Oh! Yes... right.” He straightened from curling around your body to his full height. “Follow me, sweetheart.”

He added the petname as a tentative afterthought, as if he wasn’t sure you’d accept it. You thought your smile was answer enough.

Brian led you into the bathroom slowly, mindful of your soreness, wincing every time he saw you take a faltering step. The tub was grand: large enough for two people, and filled nice and full with steaming, aromatic water. Judging from the smell, and the half-used container of Epsom salts lying open on the counter, he’d added some tonics to sooth your muscles. It was a wonder what they stocked in these fancy hotel rooms.

“For you, my lady.” Brian gestured to the tub in a way which matched its grandiosity, joking, to hide the insecurity beneath. He was adorable when he showed his silly side. Even in circumstances such as this. You knew a loving blush painted your cheeks.

Since you were still naked from last night, covered in small bruises all over your skin, the decision to step into the welcoming hot water was immediate. There was a flash of heat, so strong it was almost painful, until the liquid warmth seeped through your skin and into your bones. You breathed out and closed your eyes, relaxing as the burning heat overpowered the lingering hurt. When you were neck-deep, with the rest of your body submerged, you opened your eyes.

A smile came to your lips automatically upon landing on Brian’s timid face: all 6-foot-one-thousand of him leaning just slightly over the water, devotedly awaiting your response.

The sight was too tempting to resist. You wanted him near.

“Aren’t you gonna join me?”

Your words were met with shocked silence, and wide beautiful eyes. You tried not to grin as Brian swallowed. “I, umm... I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You blinked, feigning innocence, feeling high and loopy from the wonderful heat. “Why not?”

“I don’t deserve-”

“Don’t I deserve the man I love to hold me?” You parried his words, for once feeling powerful enough to get your way in his desperation to make amends. “I want you here.”

There was a beat as Brian stared at you, mulling over your words. Blinking at the declarations of love so undeserved in his eyes. And then, he nodded.

“Yeah... okay.”

You watched with delight as he lifted his shirt off and dropped it on the floor, exposing his hairy chest and stomach to your eager eyes. You were surprised to feel the familiar thrum of lust between your legs as he continued to undress, but you knew you wouldn’t be acting on it for a while.

“Thank you Daddy.”

It was an interesting bastardization of the usual dynamics: him, treading on eggshells and obeying your every whim, you, using your innocence to rebuild broken trust and get what you wanted. Using his title to remind him what his role was, and what he needed to do.

A hesitant foot tapped circles on the water’s surface, snapping your attention to his long legs, bent and raised over the tub.

“You know, Y/N, I ran this bath with you in mind.”

You didn’t know quite what he was getting at until he had both legs in the water and started to sit down, and the movement splashed your face. He straddled your legs with his in order to make room, grunting as older bones bent to fit into the space. You could feel when his feet hit the end of the tub behind you.

By the time Brian had sat down with his chest facing yours at the opposite end of the tub, the water was up to your chin. You couldn’t stop your eyes from bulging at the absurdity of his embarrassed face. Brian was a big man, and the tub was about to overflow.

“Sorry.”

His grimace was so sheepish that your cheeks hurt from containing your grin. But you could tell now was not the time to laugh. “Don’t be. Thank you for joining me.”

Brian nodded, absentmindedly rubbing his wet chest, which was still partially above water, in a nervous gesture.

An awkward silence followed, neither knowing what to say once more in the steam, but both certain they wanted to stay. You knew that you’d forgiven Brian, and you knew that you wanted him near, but his guilt seemed insurmountable at this moment. All you could hope was that it would fade with time, and you would have your man back to the way he was before. When you were exploring each other and everything was perfect.

It wasn’t lost on you that your toes were sitting marvelously close to his dick. Your legs were so much shorter than his that you fit perfectly in his inseam. That fact in itself was enough to melt your insides, but a small part of you still wanted to flick your foot out, perhaps tease the inside of his thigh or brush his soft length, just to see what he would do. To tempt him out of this heavy silence. But, again, you refrained. You knew he certainly wasn’t looking for that right now. He looked nervous even to be in the water with you. Scared, as if he’d somehow hurt you again without knowing.

And that was the part that you couldn’t get out of your mind. How come last night had happened as it did. Were you really that good at hiding it? Or was Brian simply so focused on the act that at the time he couldn’t notice anything except for your tight heat around him. God knew you were incapable of hiding anything from him in any other circumstance- this morning for example. It couldn’t be possible. It couldn’t be. But something inside you wondered if he’d known, down deep in a dark part of himself, what was happening.

Your heart grew cold even at the thought, as you gazed across at him- looking so sweet and attentive, though hesitant he was. This man would never take advantage like that.

But you couldn’t shake it. There had to be a reason. Some desperate attempt to push you away when nothing else worked. Some regrettable loss of control. Perhaps you’d surprised him so much with your photos, and driven him so mad with lust, that he’d forgotten what you were: instead moulding you into the groupies that he’d come across in his life. Experienced and ready for anything. It didn’t help that you’d refused to say anything. You knew now, that you’d confused yourself for one of those girls too.

Coming out of your thoughts for a moment, you shook your head. Your mind populated excuses for Brian without you even meaning to. But none of them mattered, because it was up to him to move on from this. You were already ready.

The man across from you saw your shining eyes, and it was as if he could see the thoughts whirring through your brain. He was always so eloquent when he needed to be. He found the words that everyone was feeling and sorted the mess. In that gentle, wonderful way of his.

“Y/N...” He began, softly. “I know you want to move past this. Brushing it off as no big deal... putting on a brave face.” Those hazel eyes grabbed yours, forcing you to see the truth in his words. “But it shouldn’t be nothing... for you... and it certainly isn’t for me.”

The breath he took could be felt through the litres of water between you, and its shakiness resonated in your ears.

“I’m not as faultless as you seem to think I am.”

It was a lot for Brian to say, for the brutal honestly, and for the admittance. Because a lot of what he saw in you in the first place was that you saw him that way. That you adored him, that you gave him that God-like confidence when he needed it. Perhaps he was ashamed to admit it to himself, but that was a part of what he wanted and needed on tour. At this stage in his life when insecurities abounded.

Perhaps it was an admittance of what he’d chosen to ignore last night. Perhaps it was a general statement for the way you treated him. Perhaps it was a warning. Whatever the case, the words seemed final. You didn’t think you’d be getting any more explanation... and you weren’t sure he could give any more. Emotions were often a mystery to those feeling them most of all.

“Maybe not...” you replied, “But I’m still gonna see the best.” You smiled a smile that you hoped would broadcast your love far and wide. “All the wonderful, beautiful parts of you.”

Brian sighed, looked down to the water, and shook his head so slightly you would have missed it had you not been focused on his every move. “YOU are the one who is wonderful and beautiful. I’m just lucky to have you with me.” His eyes darted up to yours. “...And I can’t believe you’re still here.”

It was strange not to be pulled in for a consuming kiss after such words, the tub preventing Brian from doing so. But it was enough simply to sit and smile at each other, hearts laid bare for the other to see. Perhaps it was just as good as the taste of his lips. Perhaps, right now, it was better. You found yourself beaming in response, with a grin so big and wide and your insides fluttering so much that Brian couldn’t help but twitch a lip upwards too.

You would never, ever, choose to leave him. No matter what. And that’s why your heart hurt so much thinking about the end that had to be. Though it was clear that neither party wanted it.

This time the silence wasn’t awkward, even though Brian’s words could have used a response. Your smile, the tender rub of your hand on his hairy shins, they said more than your poor words ever could. You simply relaxed, with the water lapping at your chin, and willed all the discomfort to seep from your muscles into the heat the surrounded you. You knew Brian was watching, admiring you in the same way you did him. You felt safe.

...

After many minutes, when the bath water was just starting to cool, Brian’s soft voice pulled you out of pleasant dreams.

“Sorry Y/N, I just have to make a phone call before it gets too late.”

You were momentarily rebuffed by his words, frowning to yourself as he motioned to get out of the water and splashed you slightly in the process. You didn’t want him to leave, and wondered what was so important that he’d leave you on a morning like this.

“Can’t you do it here?”

There was a pause as Brian seemed to ponder something he hadn’t even considered before.

“Well... I guess so. One moment darling.”

The water stilled and you smiled to yourself as you replayed how his accent shaped the endearment. So exotic, so casual. DAH-ling. It flowed from his lips without the hard ‘R’ that your previous boyfriends would use. Like it was a term meant to be said. It always seemed so forced and out of place before, but with Brian you loved it.

You’d been so caught up in your silly thoughts, the warm water, and your newfound confidence to ask for what you wanted, that the next thing you noticed was Brian answering the phone.

“Morning!” It was cheery and bright, giving no hint to earlier events.

“Yes, thank you. I was wondering if you could pick up some things for me today...” He chuckled at whatever the person had said. “Yeah... I guess it IS your job. Good one. I need some of my special conditioner, sunscreen, some Kit Kats maybe- you know the ones...”

You listened fondly as he listed items you were sure he’d gone through faster than usual with you practically living in his rooms. Your mind flashed back to the times he’d conditioned your own hair after his, running those long fingers through your locks.

However, towards the end of this list Brians voice grew slightly strained and hesitant, trying to maintain indifference but failing to your well-trained ears. “Ibuprophen... Preparation H... and some... softener of some sort... like Docusol or whatever.” He pushed through rapidly, cringing with his eyes closed and his face all screwed up. “...And proper tea!” He rushed to think of something to distract from what he’d just been forced to say. “Thank you! Bye.”

Brian groaned as he hung up immediately, flushed red with embarrassment. The tossed the phone onto a towel on the floor, not bothered much if a thousand-dollar iPhone broke on the tile, and wiped his face with his hands to hide his mortification. He looked at you from between his fingers and shook his head, smiling at the absurdity of it all. “My PA probably thinks I'm falling apart, old man that I am. She seemed concerned, but bless her she was too shy to ask!”

A mirthful sputter escaped your lips and you snorted slightly, unable to contain yourself with his beet-red cheeks and steam-frizzled hair. He’d not given her any CHANCE to ask! Brian laughed when you laughed, and you both splashed buckets of water from the overfilled tub onto the floor.

As much as the sex was great, and the erotic tension was amazing, these moments with Brian were perfect too. Just being together, enjoying each other as people. Bonding in a now luke-warm bath that was barely able to contain his long legs.

When you’d both eventually calmed down, Brian wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled at you. “I think it’s time we get out... before I end up even more wrinkled than I already am.”

You nodded at him and watched as he stood up with a grunt, taught bicep and forearm muscles rippling as he pulled himself out of the water. “You know I love your smile lines.”

Chuckling to himself in all his naked glory, dripping onto the bathmat, his towel, and his phone where he’d forgotten he’d left it, Brian turned back around to help you out. “Yes, Y/N, I know.” His white teeth peeked out of his grinning lips. “God help me, I know.”

Your heart couldn’t have been any fuller. Your limbs and core protested as you stood up, but Brian lent his strength to take away the pain. He held you as you stepped over the edge to join him on the mat, and kept his warm grip when the first gusts of cold air hit your wet skin. You stood together, there, in the bathroom completely naked and vulnerable to each other.

Your head came up to his chest. His neck bent down to cover the distance, wanting to be close. You just fit so perfectly into this body that you remained there a moment, snuggling and touching, even though you were both wet and cold, shivering on the mat.

There was nothing else to say.

“I love you Brian.”

His breath smelled wonderfully him, as he exhaled softly through his nose.

“Love you too Y/N.”

You had to force yourself away to grab your towel and dry off, lest you stay in his embrace for the rest of the day. Brian did the same, making a little noise as he picked up his towel from the floor. He was so cute, so gentle. Nothing at all like the force he’d been last night. But he was all Brian. You wanted him both ways.

In that moment, you blurted out something that even surprised yourself.

“You know Bri, some parts of last night were good. Very good.”

He looked at you then, drying his shoulders unashamedly while his cock swung between his legs, unsure of what to make of your words.

“I’d like to try it again some time. If you do. Just... maybe, slower?”

Brian smiled softly, and nodded, though he was surprised. He looked again like the kindest, safest man in the world. When his eyes twinkled like that, you had to resist the urge to bury yourself within his chest again while he answered.

“I’d like that.”

Chapter 106: What Was Lost Can Be Returned

Notes:

Sorry for the long wait guys!! It was hard for me to navigate this chapter, as you can probably imagine. It's not the longest one ever, and doesn't advance our plot much, but there were a lot of emotions for our lovers to sort. Hopefully the subtleties I'm trying to get across come through, and that you can sort of see where I'm setting them up for the final story arc.

Daddy kink warning here! Please stay tuned for alternate chapter!

If there was any more question whether you’d forgiven Bri, it was answered by the end of the day. His PA did indeed drop off some painkillers and other pills suited to your needs, while you hid in the bedroom so as not to be discovered. You wished you could’ve seen Brian’s red face as he answered the door, but because your hiding spot prevented it you made do with the embarrassed edge in his voice and the rosy tinge that was left when he brought them to you. With a soft sigh he handed them over, and apologized again.

You almost couldn’t bear his sheepishness. “You know Brian, it’s really not that bad. I don’t really need-”

“Take them.”

Brian cut you off with a stern voice, and a gaze that held yours firmly. He wouldn’t hide what he’d done, and he wouldn’t be prevented from taking the best possible care of you. His eyes were deep and piercing. All at once you found that usual tingle trickle back up your spine. The one that told you who was in charge. That made you feel safe and cherished, and that wetted your panties with anticipation.

Brian noticed your open mouth, and his intelligent eyes knew just why you were frozen, rocking back and forth on your feet, waiting for what he’d do next. The redness had left his face and returned to yours.

Always one to play the advantage, he wouldn’t let the moment pass, stepping close to you so that his chest blocked your eyeline and his wonderful sultry smell filled your senses. The size difference was always staggering, and you loved it.

“Do it for me, okay?” He looked marvelous as he towered over you, looking down with just enough of a teasing smirk to drive you wild, while still ensuring his directions would be obeyed. It was almost in jest- poking fun at himself who’d made such mistakes in the first place- but the erotic undertone was enough for you to want to join in. He was every inch the man you fell in love with, and you were glad to have him back taking care of you.

“Yes Daddy.” You swallowed, both knowing what he was hinting at but still nervous to say it out loud for fear of overstepping. You always forgot that he needed it just as much as you did.

Brian nodded, and in that moment you knew everything was alright. You found safety in the strange normality of your relationship as he smiled. “Good girl.”

After you’d taken your medication Brian asked you to lay face down on the mattress again, and he settled his long legs over you. He straddled your thighs, petted your skin, and whispered wonderful words about how beautiful and perfect you were. It was pleasure incarnate, with his callused fingers running along your spine, and when his large, warm hands settled on your backside, you sighed out loud.

Brian started massaging you exactly like he’d done to Adam, all those weeks ago after your night together. At the time you weren’t sure if it was more for Brian’s benefit or the young singer’s... but now you knew it was both. Brian was certainly enjoying the feel of your supple skin beneath his fingers: you could easily picture the pleased grin on his face as he clutched your flesh, and the mental image made you tremble under his ministrations. But it also felt damn good. His talented fingers were amazing in many, many ways.

“Fuck Bri that feels amazing.” You practically moaned into the mattress. It wasn’t so much that his hands were working in the area that you hurt most, or that the heat they generated soothed the soreness. The best part was simply that he was there, and that he cared. That he would take the time to massage you like this, just to make you feel wonderful.

Brian chuckled, clearly pleased with your words and the blissed-out tone of your voice. You were more than glad: you wanted him to know that all his efforts today were appreciated. Only the sheets hid your grin when he responded.

“Good, good. Only the best for my wonderful girl.”

As if to give extra emphasis on his words, he squeezed your soft flesh. It felt like he had handfuls in each palm, and that his long fingers extended across the entire expanse of your skin. You felt especially tiny beneath him, and particularly loved as he played with your curves. There were many ways to feel beautiful, and Bri gave you all of them.

“Love you.”

The words left your mouth before you could think twice: relaxed in a safe, sleepy haze from his touch. They were muffled from the mattress and quiet from your tired voice, but they carried all the truth and desire you felt. You couldn’t think of much else at the moment. Just Brian... and how happy you were that he was here... and how amazing he made you feel. This was what was missing last night- the warm fuzzy feeling you had when you were in his embrace. When you had to worry about nothing except trusting him to take care of you.

“Mmm...” Brian was still partially distracted from the feel of your ass in his hands, but your insides melted when he replied easily. “...Love you too sweetie.”

You remained pleasantly content in the wonderful dream-like state until Brian was satisfied with his work. Your legs and thighs felt warm and loose, and you were pleasantly surprised that the ache had lessened from the morning. He’d known just what to do; you should never have hesitated to speak up in the first place.

When he murmured for you to sit up, he had to prop you against his chest for a moment because all your muscles felt like jelly. You swayed and blinked up at him, vision blurry from closed eyes, and Brian’s own gaze crinkled with mirth at the sight. “You’re adorable,” he laughed softly, and placed a warm kiss on your forehead. The slight dampness lingered pleasantly on your numb skin.

“And you’re sexy.”

His laugh grew to full force: a smooth, deep, joyous sound that was as brief as it was beautiful. Seeing him happy was your greatest treasure. When he felt good his eyes sparkled with a youthful twinkle that was impossibly endearing.

“Someone’s in a good mood now,” he said.

You blinked up at him, still light and loopy from his attention. “Cause you’re here.”

Brian lips were on yours a moment later, pressing with enough force to throw your head against the hand he’d placed on the back of your hair. He breathed, and it was if his gentle, happy sigh seeped into your bones. His mouth was soft, but his cheeks were still rough from the night. You loved it: the coarse and smooth representing his being to perfection. Gentle masculinity and strength. Maybe you could get Brian to keep his stubble a little more often on his remaining days off.

When he pulled away you chased his lips for a final taste, and it was only his hand on your head that reminded you to breathe. You blinked the intimacy away, but remained as close as you could in his arms, cuddled in the crook of his neck where the smell was all Brian and his warmth felt good on your cheek.

As you felt the gentle movements of his chest, you were struck with an idea. “Your turn for a massage?” You suggested softly, raising your voice to a high register as the thought of it embarrassed you. You remembered the night you’d soothed his muscles... seemingly ages ago, after he’d hurt himself. The soft feeling of his naked skin between your thighs... Of course, the first encounter with Anita naturally popped into your head soon after, but you pushed it from your mind as fast as you could, and sniffed again at Brian’s neck as you imagined better things.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. “No darling,” he said, and you were disappointed even though you’d expected as much. “Today is your day.”

He seemed to move on from the idea right away, and you didn’t think there was any point in pushing it. Brian had made up his mind. You knew that you’d enjoy making him feel good just as much as you loved him taking care of you, but you could understand why he didn’t want that today.

So long as you could touch him again later.

…

Your need to please and feel useful grew throughout the days, unused, as you were, to the dainty way Brian was treating you. It had been nice at first, but after many long hours being tempted by his closeness in the hotel room, and then by watching another magnificent, sensual performance on stage, you were desperate to be his again... properly. You weren’t broken, and didn’t want Brian to treat you like you were.

The soreness had subsided significantly, and was replaced by a dull, throbbing need that you were more familiar with.

You greeted Brian when he came off stage, throwing yourself into his eager arms and tilting your head up for a smouldering kiss. You loved how he looked after a concert. How he smelled. Raw and glorious and powerful. You’d both decided it was better to meet in Brian’s private dressing room after the show so that the Taylors weren’t privy to anything. And perhaps it was wrong, but there was something thrilling about the hiding. You were Brian’s dirty little secret: waiting dutifully in his changeroom, eager as ever. If Sarina’s intervention had done anything, it was only to make the guitarist sneakier. As he looked into your eyes with that deep, dark gaze, your stomach rolled- that fact should NOT have made you as proud as it did.

Still, after consuming your lips and pressing you close against him, Brian stopped after only a kiss. Same as he had for the last few days. But you could tell he wanted more; he was holding himself back. Nervous to lose control again... to make another mistake. It wonderfully endearing in a Rock and Roll God, but he was always much too hard on himself. It was a characteristic you possessed yourself, so you knew he just needed a reminder. You decided then, as you watched him stiffen his limbs to refrain from touching you, that it was up to you to initiate things again. Right here, right now.

So, you took a leap of faith, and dragged your palm from the top of his stomach where it had been resting, down to one of his long thighs. There it sat, obvious and inviting, stealing the focus of both persons in the room. You could feel yourself starting to tremble at your own audacity, but you were determined to go all in. There had to be no doubt what you were ready for, or what you wanted.

The nervous lump in your throat made your tone even huskier. “Have you worked up an appetite tonight Daddy?”

The clear raising of his eyebrows was enough to cover your innate embarrassment. It was only you and him, but still, using that voice, and saying those words... it was unbelievably kinky. God help you if it ever got out, but voicing what you wanted so blatantly sent an immediate wetness down below.

He continued to stare at you with eyes so wide you could tell he was shocked. But he didn’t move away, and you took that as a sign to press on. Your small hand was barely able to cup the bulge between his legs, but you rubbed against him gently and eagerly.

“Anything I can... help you with?” You squeezed his soft length as you drawled, and felt a burst of pride when you noticed him twitch beneath you.

Brian still couldn’t say a word, but his eyes were dark and wet. He looked down at you with a frozen expression. You could practically see the battle waging within. From his angle you probably looked even more desperately eager to please than you felt, and that was saying something. It had been far too long since he let you touch him properly.

“...Help you... relax?” You tried your best to tempt him with a sultry yet innocent tone of voice, still pawing at his growing manhood like the needy whore you were. It was beyond depraved, but you thought a part of him liked that. And a part of you definitely did.

But- when you tore your eyes away from his waist and back to his handsome face- though his wide pupils and deep stare showed he was definitely as interested as his cock was, his glassy eyes suddenly moistened, and he forced himself to look away.

“You don’t have to do that Y/N.” He stepped out of your arms as well, smoothing out the front of his trousers: trying and failing to hide the arousal you’d started in him. His lips were set in a strained frown, adding extra lines to his face.

Immediately you felt horrible, like perhaps you’d pushed yourself on him. You’d never wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. You’d just wanted to prove that you WERE comfortable. But again you’d misjudged everything and made a fool of yourself.

Your face was tight and your throat was sore. You tried to maintain a neutral expression, but you knew your lip was trembling against your will. And upon seeing your reaction Brian’s frown deepened even further, which was maybe worst of all.

“Sweetheart it’s okay... I’m not angry.”

Anger wasn’t the first emotion you’d have chosen to describe his upset face, but nonetheless you appreciated his words. It just hurt to know that you weren’t wanted. You hated that there was this disconnect between you, and you wanted to make it better, but your desperation had been misguided.

Brian saw your wet eyes, and instinctively his gaze softened. You could lose yourself in his hazel eyes, if only he'd let you. He was perfect. He always tried his best. His voice was quiet and sweet, rolling of his tongue without any judgement- just the willingness to understand. “What was all that about?”

Somehow his kindness managed to hold your tears back, for which you were immensely grateful. You’d been crying in his presence too often these past days. The lump in your throat was still pressing painfully on your voice box, but you took a deep breath, and swallowed, and dared to look up off the floor and into his eyes.

“I just wanna touch you Bri... and I want you to touch me.”

The pain in your throat was evident in your voice, which was scratchy and close to a whine. But the emotion carried, and though your words weren’t the most elaborate, Brian seemed to understand. The corners of his mouth pulled into a tight smile, and his body language relaxed. There were so many nuances that were unsaid, but with everything going on, and the way you always seemed to know each other, you believed that Brian heard them too. He was always so good at that. So smart. You wanted a physical connection as well as an emotional one, and some deep part of you needed to please him, in every way you could.

He sighed, but you knew it wasn’t negative. There were a lot of layers to work through. “I’m sorry darling, I’m just... I wasn’t ready.” His face turned sheepish, trembling slightly on the last few words. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

You hated to see him like this, and vehemently shook your head to disagree. You didn’t think he’d ever make that mistake again, and neither would you. It was your burden to bear too. Unsatisfied, you took a few steps towards him and grasped his hands in yours. You couldn’t let him deny himself something you both wanted. Something you could see would be beneficial.

“Please?” You squeezed his hands and looked up into his beautiful eyes. “You won’t. What’s hurting me is to see you avoid me like this.”

There was further silence as the both of you breathed deeply and haggardly through the strain of so many emotions. Brian looked unsure, like he wanted desperately to say yes, but he couldn’t handle doing so. His fingers were limp in your grasp. Your skin was on fire. You had to make it easier.

“We’ll take it slow.”

You said the words genuinely, reassuring him that there wouldn’t be anything he couldn’t handle. That you’d go at his speed, just doing what was comfortable for both him and you. You weren’t trying to tempt him into anything intense- that had been a mistake. You just wanted him. And you only had a few days left.

After a moment, with his beautiful eyes staring into yours, Brian’s smile returned, and his fingers gripped firmer on yours.

“Okay.” He sighed, looking at his feet and running a hand through his gorgeous white curls. “Okay.” He said it again, firmer, almost to reassure himself. After a moment he glanced up into your eyes. “But... not here.”

You nodded your head, because you agreed. The dressing room was too dangerous: too impersonal. Brian opened one long arm for you to tuck yourself underneath, and you walked to his car enveloped in his safe embrace. His hands petted your skin the whole time. You felt loved, appreciated, and finally, wanted.

You drove back to the hotel in silent anticipation: both craving the intimacy more than you’d care to admit. Your fingers were laced with his throughout, stretched wide to accommodate his big hand, and when the doors opened for your arrival and you moved to let go, his grip tightened. Without saying a word Brian pulled you out of the car beside him. He dropped your hand as soon as you were both on the pavement, but that didn’t stop the frantic beating of your heart. What was he doing?

Hazel eyes met yours for a long moment, so soft and intelligent that you wished you could understand what was going through his head. But when he saw your expression, his neck straightened. “I don’t want you waiting in the car,” he stated, as if that explained everything. “Come up with me.”

Public be damned, Brian led you through the hotel lobby. Not following minutes later. Not three steps behind. You and he walked side by side, his long, purposeful strides almost daring anyone to stop him or make a comment. Frankly, it was one of the most attractive things you’d ever witnessed, but you were still worried out of your mind.

His warm hand grabbed yours again the moment the elevator doors closed, as if even the brief walk was too much. As if in apology. You didn’t say anything as his thumb stroked your skin, just pulled his hand up to your lips. You weren’t sure if it was a thank you or a calming gesture, but he seemed to appreciate it either way.

Things would be better when you got back to his room. Where you could be with Brian. Where you could love each other in the ways you wanted without judgement or overthought. You didn’t know why, but you just had this feeling that it would be what you needed. Something had changed in Brian tonight. Like he’d made a decision, or let go of a burden he’d been carrying for a long time. Perhaps it was simply that he’d finally forgiven himself for his errors, perhaps it was something more.

Either way, as the elevator doors opened and Brian led you hand-in-hand to his room, your heart sped up happily. Little steps padding along right beside big ones.

Chapter 107: What Was Lost Can Be Returned (Alternate)

Summary:

Same as last chapter without any kinky "Daddy" stuff :p
Sorry for the delay!

If there was any more question whether you’d forgiven Bri, it was answered by the end of the day. His PA did indeed drop off some painkillers and other pills suited to your needs, while you hid in the bedroom so as not to be discovered. You wished you could’ve seen Brian’s red face as he answered the door, but because your hiding spot prevented it you made do with the embarrassed edge in his voice and the rosy tinge that was left when he brought them to you. With a soft sigh he handed them over, and apologized again.

You almost couldn’t bear his sheepishness. “You know Brian, it’s really not that bad. I don’t really need-”

“Take them.”

Brian cut you off with a stern voice, and a gaze that held yours firmly. He wouldn’t hide what he’d done, and he wouldn’t be prevented from taking the best possible care of you. His eyes were deep and piercing. All at once you found that usual tingle trickle back up your spine. The one that told you who was in charge. That made you feel safe and cherished, and that wetted your panties with anticipation.

Brian noticed your open mouth, and his intelligent eyes knew just why you were frozen, rocking back and forth on your feet, waiting for what he’d do next. The redness had left his face and returned to yours.

Always one to play the advantage, he wouldn’t let the moment pass, stepping close to you so that his chest blocked your eyeline and his wonderful sultry smell filled your senses. The size difference was always staggering, and you loved it.

“Do it for me, okay?” He looked marvelous as he towered over you, looking down with just enough of a teasing smirk to drive you wild, while still ensuring his directions would be obeyed. It was almost in jest- poking fun at himself who’d made such mistakes in the first place- but the erotic undertone was enough for you to want to join in. He was every inch the man you fell in love with, and you were glad to have him back taking care of you.

“Yes Sir.” You swallowed, both knowing what he was hinting at but still nervous to say it out loud for fear of overstepping. You always forgot that he needed it just as much as you did.

Brian nodded, and in that moment you knew everything was alright. You found safety in the strange normality of your relationship as he smiled. “Good girl.”

After you’d taken your medication Brian asked you to lay face down on the mattress again, and he settled his long legs over you. He straddled your thighs, petted your skin, and whispered wonderful words about how beautiful and perfect you were. It was pleasure incarnate, with his callused fingers running along your spine, and when his large, warm hands settled on your backside, you sighed out loud.

Brian started massaging you exactly like he’d done to Adam, all those weeks ago after your night together. At the time you weren’t sure if it was more for Brian’s benefit or the young singer’s... but now you knew it was both. Brian was certainly enjoying the feel of your supple skin beneath his fingers: you could easily picture the pleased grin on his face as he clutched your flesh, and the mental image made you tremble under his ministrations. But it also felt damn good. His talented fingers were amazing in many, many ways.

“Fuck Bri that feels amazing.” You practically moaned into the mattress. It wasn’t so much that his hands were working in the area that you hurt most, or that the heat they generated soothed the soreness. The best part was simply that he was there, and that he cared. That he would take the time to massage you like this, just to make you feel wonderful.

Brian chuckled, clearly pleased with your words and the blissed-out tone of your voice. You were more than glad: you wanted him to know that all his efforts today were appreciated. Only the sheets hid your grin when he responded.

“Good, good. Only the best for my wonderful girl.”

As if to give extra emphasis on his words, he squeezed your soft flesh. It felt like he had handfuls in each palm, and that his long fingers extended across the entire expanse of your skin. You felt especially tiny beneath him, and particularly loved as he played with your curves. There were many ways to feel beautiful, and Bri gave you all of them.

“Love you.”

The words left your mouth before you could think twice: relaxed in a safe, sleepy haze from his touch. They were muffled from the mattress and quiet from your tired voice, but they carried all the truth and desire you felt. You couldn’t think of much else at the moment. Just Brian... and how happy you were that he was here... and how amazing he made you feel. This was what was missing last night- the warm fuzzy feeling you had when you were in his embrace. When you had to worry about nothing except trusting him to take care of you.

“Mmm...” Brian was still partially distracted from the feel of your ass in his hands, but your insides melted when he replied easily. “...Love you too sweetie.”

You remained pleasantly content in the wonderful dream-like state until Brian was satisfied with his work. Your legs and thighs felt warm and loose, and you were pleasantly surprised that the ache had lessened from the morning. He’d known just what to do; you should never have hesitated to speak up in the first place.

When he murmured for you to sit up, he had to prop you against his chest for a moment because all your muscles felt like jelly. You swayed and blinked up at him, vision blurry from closed eyes, and Brian’s own gaze crinkled with mirth at the sight. “You’re adorable,” he laughed softly, and placed a warm kiss on your forehead. The slight dampness lingered pleasantly on your numb skin.

“And you’re sexy.”

His laugh grew to full force: a smooth, deep, joyous sound that was as brief as it was beautiful. Seeing him happy was your greatest treasure. When he felt good his eyes sparkled with a youthful twinkle that was impossibly endearing.

“Someone’s in a good mood now,” he said.

You blinked up at him, still light and loopy from his attention. “Cause you’re here.”

Brian lips were on yours a moment later, pressing with enough force to throw your head against the hand he’d placed on the back of your hair. He breathed, and it was if his gentle, happy sigh seeped into your bones. His mouth was soft, but his cheeks were still rough from the night. You loved it: the coarse and smooth representing his being to perfection. Gentle masculinity and strength. Maybe you could get Brian to keep his stubble a little more often on his remaining days off.

When he pulled away you chased his lips for a final taste, and it was only his hand on your head that reminded you to breathe. You blinked the intimacy away, but remained as close as you could in his arms, cuddled in the crook of his neck where the smell was all Brian and his warmth felt good on your cheek.

As you felt the gentle movements of his chest, you were struck with an idea. “Your turn for a massage?” You suggested softly, raising your voice to a high register as the thought of it embarrassed you. You remembered the night you’d soothed his muscles... seemingly ages ago, after he’d hurt himself. The soft feeling of his naked skin between your thighs... Of course, the first encounter with Anita naturally popped into your head soon after, but you pushed it from your mind as fast as you could, and sniffed again at Brian’s neck as you imagined better things.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. “No darling,” he said, and you were disappointed even though you’d expected as much. “Today is your day.”

He seemed to move on from the idea right away, and you didn’t think there was any point in pushing it. Brian had made up his mind. You knew that you’d enjoy making him feel good just as much as you loved him taking care of you, but you could understand why he didn’t want that today.

So long as you could touch him again later.

…

Your need to please and feel useful grew throughout the days, unused, as you were, to the dainty way Brian was treating you. It had been nice at first, but after many long hours being tempted by his closeness in the hotel room, and then by watching another magnificent, sensual performance on stage, you were desperate to be his again... properly. You weren’t broken, and didn’t want Brian to treat you like you were.

The soreness had subsided significantly, and was replaced by a dull, throbbing need that you were more familiar with.

You greeted Brian when he came off stage, throwing yourself into his eager arms and tilting your head up for a smouldering kiss. You loved how he looked after a concert. How he smelled. Raw and glorious and powerful. You’d both decided it was better to meet in Brian’s private dressing room after the show so that the Taylors weren’t privy to anything. And perhaps it was wrong, but there was something thrilling about the hiding. You were Brian’s dirty little secret: waiting dutifully in his changeroom, eager as ever. If Sarina’s intervention had done anything, it was only to make the guitarist sneakier. As he looked into your eyes with that deep, dark gaze, your stomach rolled- that fact should NOT have made you as proud as it did.

Still, after consuming your lips and pressing you close against him, Brian stopped after only a kiss. Same as he had for the last few days. But you could tell he wanted more; he was holding himself back. Nervous to lose control again... to make another mistake. It wonderfully endearing in a Rock and Roll God, but he was always much too hard on himself. It was a characteristic you possessed yourself, so you knew he just needed a reminder. You decided then, as you watched him stiffen his limbs to refrain from touching you, that it was up to you to initiate things again. Right here, right now.

So, you took a leap of faith, and dragged your palm from the top of his stomach where it had been resting, down to one of his long thighs. There it sat, obvious and inviting, stealing the focus of both persons in the room. You could feel yourself starting to tremble at your own audacity, but you were determined to go all in. There had to be no doubt what you were ready for, or what you wanted.

The nervous lump in your throat made your tone even huskier. “Have you worked up an appetite tonight Sir?”

The clear raising of his eyebrows was enough to cover your innate embarrassment. It was only you and him, but still, using that voice, and saying those words... it was unbelievably kinky. God help you if it ever got out, but voicing what you wanted so blatantly sent an immediate wetness down below.

He continued to stare at you with eyes so wide you could tell he was shocked. But he didn’t move away, and you took that as a sign to press on. Your small hand was barely able to cup the bulge between his legs, but you rubbed against him gently and eagerly.

“Anything I can... help you with?” You squeezed his soft length as you drawled, and felt a burst of pride when you noticed him twitch beneath you.

Brian still couldn’t say a word, but his eyes were dark and wet. He looked down at you with a frozen expression. You could practically see the battle waging within. From his angle you probably looked even more desperately eager to please than you felt, and that was saying something. It had been far too long since he let you touch him properly.

“...Help you... relax?” You tried your best to tempt him with a sultry yet innocent tone of voice, still pawing at his growing manhood like the needy whore you were. It was beyond depraved, but you thought a part of him liked that. And a part of you definitely did.

But- when you tore your eyes away from his waist and back to his handsome face- though his wide pupils and deep stare showed he was definitely as interested as his cock was, his glassy eyes suddenly moistened, and he forced himself to look away.

“You don’t have to do that Y/N.” He stepped out of your arms as well, smoothing out the front of his trousers: trying and failing to hide the arousal you’d started in him. His lips were set in a strained frown, adding extra lines to his face.

Immediately you felt horrible, like perhaps you’d pushed yourself on him. You’d never wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. You’d just wanted to prove that you WERE comfortable. But again you’d misjudged everything and made a fool of yourself.

Your face was tight and your throat was sore. You tried to maintain a neutral expression, but you knew your lip was trembling against your will. And upon seeing your reaction Brian’s frown deepened even further, which was maybe worst of all.

“Sweetheart it’s okay... I’m not angry.”

Anger wasn’t the first emotion you’d have chosen to describe his upset face, but nonetheless you appreciated his words. It just hurt to know that you weren’t wanted. You hated that there was this disconnect between you, and you wanted to make it better, but your desperation had been misguided.

Brian saw your wet eyes, and instinctively his gaze softened. You could lose yourself in his hazel eyes, if only he'd let you. He was perfect. He always tried his best. His voice was quiet and sweet, rolling of his tongue without any judgement- just the willingness to understand. “What was all that about?”

Somehow his kindness managed to hold your tears back, for which you were immensely grateful. You’d been crying in his presence too often these past days. The lump in your throat was still pressing painfully on your voice box, but you took a deep breath, and swallowed, and dared to look up off the floor and into his eyes.

“I just wanna touch you Bri... and I want you to touch me.”

The pain in your throat was evident in your voice, which was scratchy and close to a whine. But the emotion carried, and though your words weren’t the most elaborate, Brian seemed to understand. The corners of his mouth pulled into a tight smile, and his body language relaxed. There were so many nuances that were unsaid, but with everything going on, and the way you always seemed to know each other, you believed that Brian heard them too. He was always so good at that. So smart. You wanted a physical connection as well as an emotional one, and some deep part of you needed to please him, in every way you could.

He sighed, but you knew it wasn’t negative. There were a lot of layers to work through. “I’m sorry darling, I’m just... I wasn’t ready.” His face turned sheepish, trembling slightly on the last few words. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

You hated to see him like this, and vehemently shook your head to disagree. You didn’t think he’d ever make that mistake again, and neither would you. It was your burden to bear too. Unsatisfied, you took a few steps towards him and grasped his hands in yours. You couldn’t let him deny himself something you both wanted. Something you could see would be beneficial.

“Please?” You squeezed his hands and looked up into his beautiful eyes. “You won’t. What’s hurting me is to see you avoid me like this.”

There was further silence as the both of you breathed deeply and haggardly through the strain of so many emotions. Brian looked unsure, like he wanted desperately to say yes, but he couldn’t handle doing so. His fingers were limp in your grasp. Your skin was on fire. You had to make it easier.

“We’ll take it slow.”

You said the words genuinely, reassuring him that there wouldn’t be anything he couldn’t handle. That you’d go at his speed, just doing what was comfortable for both him and you. You weren’t trying to tempt him into anything intense- that had been a mistake. You just wanted him. And you only had a few days left.

After a moment, with his beautiful eyes staring into yours, Brian’s smile returned, and his fingers gripped firmer on yours.

“Okay.” He sighed, looking at his feet and running a hand through his gorgeous white curls. “Okay.” He said it again, firmer, almost to reassure himself. After a moment he glanced up into your eyes. “But... not here.”

You nodded your head, because you agreed. The dressing room was too dangerous: too impersonal. Brian opened one long arm for you to tuck yourself underneath, and you walked to his car enveloped in his safe embrace. His hands petted your skin the whole time. You felt loved, appreciated, and finally, wanted.

You drove back to the hotel in silent anticipation: both craving the intimacy more than you’d care to admit. Your fingers were laced with his throughout, stretched wide to accommodate his big hand, and when the doors opened for your arrival and you moved to let go, his grip tightened. Without saying a word Brian pulled you out of the car beside him. He dropped your hand as soon as you were both on the pavement, but that didn’t stop the frantic beating of your heart. What was he doing?

Hazel eyes met yours for a long moment, so soft and intelligent that you wished you could understand what was going through his head. But when he saw your expression, his neck straightened. “I don’t want you waiting in the car,” he stated, as if that explained everything. “Come up with me.”

Public be damned, Brian led you through the hotel lobby. Not following minutes later. Not three steps behind. You and he walked side by side, his long, purposeful strides almost daring anyone to stop him or make a comment. Frankly, it was one of the most attractive things you’d ever witnessed, but you were still worried out of your mind.

His warm hand grabbed yours again the moment the elevator doors closed, as if even the brief walk was too much. As if in apology. You didn’t say anything as his thumb stroked your skin, just pulled his hand up to your lips. You weren’t sure if it was a thank you or a calming gesture, but he seemed to appreciate it either way.

Things would be better when you got back to his room. Where you could be with Brian. Where you could love each other in the ways you wanted without judgement or overthought. You didn’t know why, but you just had this feeling that it would be what you needed. Something had changed in Brian tonight. Like he’d made a decision, or let go of a burden he’d been carrying for a long time. Perhaps it was simply that he’d finally forgiven himself for his errors, perhaps it was something more.

Either way, as the elevator doors opened and Brian led you hand-in-hand to his room, your heart sped up happily. Little steps padding along right beside big ones.

Chapter 108: Together

Notes:

Daddy kink warning! Alternate chapter to follow without it!

I'm excited to write what's coming next in the story... I just wish I was faster at doing so! Please let me know if you enjoyed this one :)

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The door closed behind you as Brian led you through the entryway, warm hand resting on the small of your back. You were bursting out of your skin in anticipation- the caresses and kisses of recent days building to a wonderful peak of love, affection and lust. However, you diligently kept Brian’s words in the front of you mind. He wasn’t ready to dive in head first. There was something he needed to prove to himself and to you before that could happen. And you would do everything to allow him to do just that. From his patient strides and soft hands, you knew he was going to take the evening slowly. There was going to be time to savour each other tonight, and that was maybe the best possible end to your days of waiting.

It was an unspoken decision, but upon entering the bedroom you undressed each other: still mostly silent, but with smiling lips and roving eyes. You each drank your fill of the other’s beauty, teasing and stroking soft skin. There was no shame, no insecurity. Not anymore. Not for a while. The deep caress of his gaze tingled every nerve in your body, standing in front of you as he was, cock half-mast and tummy bared for you appreciation. You loved to see him so accepting of himself... you loved that it was because of you.

A few steps later you were both on the bed: pulled down, opened snug and inviting under the covers. This wasn’t the night for a sweaty fuck on the duvet, nor were your knees on the carpet between his legs. Tonight was going to be tender, letting you feel and express everything your heart contained.

As soon as his arms settled around your shoulders and his hips brushed yours, you opened your legs automatically on your back beneath him. Your bodies were tied to each other at this point, so perfectly falling into place. Exactly where you wanted to be. His skin was silk against yours; his forearms a safety net.

“I’ve missed this Bri...” you sighed, gently rolling your hips up to meet his- showing just how much you wanted him, but letting him set the pace. You were so ready, preparing yourself for feel of him inside you again. Filling you so wonderfully full.

“Me too darling.”

Brian covered the distance to kiss you, dancing his lips over your face until they connected with yours: moving together in passion and pleasure. It was a sensual kiss he gave you, fitting the mood perfectly, yet still you were consumed. You always belonged to Brian.

Even as he kissed you, your hands moved down between his legs, acting out of habit and familiarity. You cupped his balls and rubbed his shaft, taking all the time he needed to get him ready. You were used to Brian’s needs- to his body- regardless of his age. When you pulled a soft moan from his throat the sound sent trembles through your flesh, but this was what caught you.

Brian stilled and pulled his lips out of your reach, smiling all the while. “Not yet baby,” he murmured, and right away you removed your hands. “First, relax.” The way he said it, so tempting, didn’t give you a choice. You breathed out, trying not to shake as he slid his torso further down between your legs. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Brian’s perfect white curls dragged over your trembling abdomen. His kisses resumed on your skin: over each swell of your breasts and then down past your navel. His hot tongue tasted the anticipation he created.

Finally, Brian’s warm, callused hands rested on your hips. His forearms pressed your inner thighs gently to open your most private areas. Open for him. There was just enough pressure to hold you still, and though he’d told you to relax, you could see your heart beating through the skin on your stomach.

Perhaps Brian WAS ready to dive in head first after all. He grinned as you confirmed what he was doing, and you couldn’t tell if it was a smile or a smirk. You were practically vibrating before he’d begun.

“Colour?” His voice was soft and beautiful, making no room for previous mistakes, even though your face showed you were more than willing. You both knew the answer, but Brian was going to make sure he heard it from your lips this time.

“Green Daddy... please. Need you.” You added his title for emphasis, and begged for his intimate touch. There was only so much teasing a girl could handle. Even a few days without making love had been too much. Not on this tour, when pleasure, emotion and lust surrounded every movement.

Hazel eyes darkened to black, and he turned his gaze to your glistening sex as he answered. “Good girl.”

Brian’s mouth attached itself between your legs, and your head snapped back against the pillow from where you’d been watching. You stared open-mouthed at the ornate light on the ceiling, the muscles in your throat clenching as he worked his magic.

His talented lips sucked on your clit, gifting raw pleasure to leave you a shuddering mess, and he chuckled as his hands had to hold your hips down from bucking on the bed. “Fuck... Fuck!” You moaned as he ate you out, babbling your appreciation as well as you were able, because you knew how much he liked to hear you. What he did to you.

“God, Daddy it feels so good. Ahhh.... Ah!” You were overwhelmed almost immediately from the fervor he licked you with. His tongue rubbed and tasted the arousal between your folds. His whole mouth closed around your bud again, sucking your very essence like he would never get enough. Your breathing sped and the pleasure built until you knew you’d be lost embarrassingly soon. Your empty walls clenched and pulsed; your thighs trembled beneath his arms.

You could picture the appreciative expression Brian would have for your praises, had he not been busy between your legs. His squeezed his strong fingers across your hips as you cried for him, pulling your core impossibly closer. You belonged to him. You belonged together.

“Aaahh!” You squealed again when he slipped his tongue deeper, and the rhythmic flutter began deep inside you. He could bring you to the peak so easily. “Please can I come?” You begged for what you needed, and felt small as the hot redness on your face just pushed you further. You loved how weak you were for him: how fresh and discovering he made you feel.

Brian hummed, and the vibrations tightened every muscle inside of you. You needed it. “Please Daddy!!” You couldn’t hold on much longer.

His fingers tightened again on your waist, and the way he doubled down on his efforts told you his answer. Brian captured your swollen clit once more, suckling and swirling his tongue hard until you couldn’t tell if you wanted him to stop or continue. You couldn’t speak, but after the lengthy peak of tortuous ecstasy, you felt the dam break inside you, and everything tumbled out.

“Ah, ah, AH!!” You cried out as the convulsions tore through you with enough power to bounce up into Brian’s hold. It was perfect, and wonderful, and everything that you’d missed and needed. Not a worrying thought held your mind- not for that moment. When it was just you, and Bri, and his fucking wonderful mouth. The most heady pleasure of all was that he’d do it for you. Because you knew you’d do fucking anything for him, just the same.

And all the while Brian’s tongue continued to lap and lick. He drank in your leaking pleasure like it was the most delicious fruit. Like he needed it to live. He needed to know how much you wanted him, and he reveled in the ways he could take you apart. Leave you a shuddering, dripping mess beneath his lips.

The throes of orgasm turned to lighter, more spread pulses. Your limbs were jelly, lying boneless beneath his as you tried to catch your breath. And still Brian remained between your legs- for his pleasure now, rather than yours. Your spine tingled in a bright afterglow, fulfilled by how much your body gave him. He made you feel beautiful.

Feeling his tongue slow, you sighed deep and sank into the mattress. “I love you.”

You smiled as you felt him perk up at your words, because he knew they were for what he’d just done, but more importantly, he knew they were for much more as well. You loved him for him, and a few mistakes or rough patches weren’t ever going to change that.

Perhaps that was the only thing that could have pulled Brian off your sex, because you could feel his answering grin before he looked up to return your words. “Love you too baby.”

His fingers now traced your skin beneath them, ghosting over the red marks they’d left as he held you down. His eyes were immediately drawn to your smooth flesh beneath his creased hands. To the size of them upon your pelvis. His hair tickled you as he admired the sight of you so near.

Groaning, Brian leaned back in to kiss your opening with plump, soft lips. His voice rumbled against your skin. “My favourite little pussy...” He took a deep breath through his nose, eyes shut, until he opened them to look at you from his place between your thighs. “...And my favourite little girl.”

It was simultaneously the most erotic, and the most loving thing you’d experienced in a while. And your well-satisfied core clenched in full view of Brian above it.

The answering smirk on his face was far too perfect. The hot, sultry hotel room air told of so much, as you both sat in content silence.

Those words from Brian’s lips... especially in the situation you found yourselves... they meant SO much. With a wife an ocean away, a friend berating from the room down the hall, and your friends and family sitting in the dark, there was so much keeping you apart. You shouldn’t be together. He was risking so much.

Yet still, for now, and until the tour was over... he chose you.

Tears started to prick at your eyes, but this time, the feelings behind them sent you soaring into the clouds above.

Once you’d both caught your breath, admiring the rise and the fall of each other’s chests as you lay entwined, your legs were starting to go numb from the weight of his shoulders on top of them. But you wouldn’t move him for the world, especially as he looked so cute using your stomach as a pillow. His hair was the softest silk, cascading to cover a good portion of your skin. It was an unusual position to be able to see the top of Brian’s head so you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his curls. He sighed softly, encouraging you to continue.

You knew he’d always been sensitive about his hair, but it was something he’d quickly come to embrace. He kept it cut beautifully, with just the right length to hang and to... poof. Smiling, you pulled at one of his locks and watched it spring back into place amongst the other shining white curls. Your eyes were drawn to the thinning patch so few got to see, for he was so tall, and despite yourself, a pang thumped in your chest.

Brian was always beautiful, and his hair was still the most gorgeous thing you’d ever seen. Some thinning on top didn’t bother you like it probably bothered him. But it was a rare chink in his armour: showing the reality that while his age didn’t matter, it couldn’t be avoided. A smidge of pain reached your smile now, but you wouldn’t let it bother Brian. Your hand continued to pet him and massage his head... until at last he moved.

Without a word, but with bright eyes, Brian pulled himself off your torso and up beside you on the pillows. The bed shook slightly as he rolled onto his side, and moments later you felt strong arms wrap around your chest. He pulled you into his body, snug and safe with your back to his front as he spooned along your bare skin. And with his hips pressed against the swell of your bottom, you realized that perhaps the night wasn’t over.

You were still extremely hesitant to ask for too much from Brian, but a part of him was clearly interested in more. To test the waters, you readjusted innocently against him. The briefest touch of his semi-hard cock against your back drove you to need more. You wanted him properly inside you again... but you’d wait for whenever he was ready.

Brian answered by pulling your flesh harder against him, locking your core against his. After a wonderful, warm moment, you rolled your hips again- more obviously.

“Mmmmngh.” His resulting moan told you enough. You didn’t always need words to understand your lover.

You were so close, flesh to flesh. Your sexes rubbed so near that almost nothing had to be done. Brian’s hands found your centre, as if second nature. He just had to reach and you were there, yearning for him. His deft fingers sensed your wetness. Your readiness. Your need. You both longed to be connected once more, in the most perfect way a man and a woman could be.

Finding you slick enough, Brian brought his cock to your warm entrance with a careful sigh. He guided his tip within you, still not quite fully hard, with gentle hands and tender praises.

“Good girl, Y/N,” he murmured, “So sweet, so soft.” You moaned into the pillow as his shaft stretched your insides, for even now, Brian was a lot, but you needed to feel him inside you as much as you needed life itself. Gently, slowly, he rocked his hips and buried himself between your legs, deeper and deeper with each movement. Until you were completely full, warm, safe and content, with his cock brushing along the very end of your channel. Completely his.

You wanted to return his praises. His dick felt perfect. “Mmm... Daddy.” Your voice was breathless without trying. “I love when you’re inside of me.”

Brian’s answering groan was sweet music.

With every breath you could feel him solid against your core. You could feel the hot tickle of his balls against your thighs. Everything was Brian, and everything was wonderful. All the nerves along your inner walls welcomed his intrusion, fluttering happily along the length of his shaft.

“God... I’ve missed you.” His possessive hands roamed your skin, trailing over every curve as he memorized you against him. He sighed, squeezing you close and rocking his hips against you once more, to make sure you were his.

“Do you need...?” You trailed off, body dull and tired, yet still partly hoping for more. Your sex was wide and wet for him, almost clenching to pull him deeper. Your heart was happy, surrounded by the feel of his skin and the rhythm of his breaths.

“Just this,” he murmured into your ear. The lull of sleep was already laced around the edges of his tone, drifting off dulcetly into the air.

It was enough for you, for now, just to feel him. Brian was safety, and love. If this helped him feel connected, without any risk of going too far, then you’d give him what he needed. By now, it was becoming exactly what you wanted too. Forgiveness, in its purest form. To be naked, vulnerable, and together. Wrapped in each other’s bodies. Sharing a soul.

Your insides trembled around his cock, and your heart fluttered, when a tired Brian whispered his last words before drifting off to sleep. Holding you close, so nothing could take you away.

“Daddy’s perfect girl... mmmluv‘ou.” The words were barely enunciated, sounding more like a muffled hum than anything else, but you understood.

“Love you too.”

Chapter 109: Together (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as last chapter without the daddy kink :)

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The door closed behind you as Brian led you through the entryway, warm hand resting on the small of your back. You were bursting out of your skin in anticipation- the caresses and kisses of recent days building to a wonderful peak of love, affection and lust. However, you diligently kept Brian’s words in the front of you mind. He wasn’t ready to dive in head first. There was something he needed to prove to himself and to you before that could happen. And you would do everything to allow him to do just that. From his patient strides and soft hands, you knew he was going to take the evening slowly. There was going to be time to savour each other tonight, and that was maybe the best possible end to your days of waiting.

It was an unspoken decision, but upon entering the bedroom you undressed each other: still mostly silent, but with smiling lips and roving eyes. You each drank your fill of the other’s beauty, teasing and stroking soft skin. There was no shame, no insecurity. Not anymore. Not for a while. The deep caress of his gaze tingled every nerve in your body, standing in front of you as he was, cock half-mast and tummy bared for you appreciation. You loved to see him so accepting of himself... you loved that it was because of you.

A few steps later you were both on the bed: pulled down, opened snug and inviting under the covers. This wasn’t the night for a sweaty fuck on the duvet, nor were your knees on the carpet between his legs. Tonight was going to be tender, letting you feel and express everything your heart contained.

As soon as his arms settled around your shoulders and his hips brushed yours, you opened your legs automatically on your back beneath him. Your bodies were tied to each other at this point, so perfectly falling into place. Exactly where you wanted to be. His skin was silk against yours; his forearms a safety net.

“I’ve missed this Bri...” you sighed, gently rolling your hips up to meet his- showing just how much you wanted him, but letting him set the pace. You were so ready, preparing yourself for feel of him inside you again. Filling you so wonderfully full.

“Me too darling.”

Brian covered the distance to kiss you, dancing his lips over your face until they connected with yours: moving together in passion and pleasure. It was a sensual kiss he gave you, fitting the mood perfectly, yet still you were consumed. You always belonged to Brian.

Even as he kissed you, your hands moved down between his legs, acting out of habit and familiarity. You cupped his balls and rubbed his shaft, taking all the time he needed to get him ready. You were used to Brian’s needs- to his body- regardless of his age. When you pulled a soft moan from his throat the sound sent trembles through your flesh, but this was what caught you.

Brian stilled and pulled his lips out of your reach, smiling all the while. “Not yet baby,” he murmured, and right away you removed your hands. “First, relax.” The way he said it, so tempting, didn’t give you a choice. You breathed out, trying not to shake as he slid his torso further down between your legs. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Brian’s perfect white curls dragged over your trembling abdomen. His kisses resumed on your skin: over each swell of your breasts and then down past your naval. His hot tongue tasted the anticipation he created.

Finally, Brian’s warm, callused hands rested on your hips. His forearms pressed your inner thighs gently to open your most private areas. Open for him. There was just enough pressure to hold you still, and though he’d told you to relax, you could see your heart beating through the skin on your stomach.

Perhaps Brian WAS ready to dive in head first after all. He grinned as you confirmed what he was doing, and you couldn’t tell if it was a smile or a smirk. You were practically vibrating before he’d begun.

“Colour?” His voice was soft and beautiful, making no room for previous mistakes, even though your face showed you were more than willing. You both knew the answer, but Brian was going to make sure he heard it from your lips this time.

“Green Bri... please. Need you.” You added a whine for emphasis, and begged for his intimate touch. There was only so much teasing a girl could handle. Even a few days without making love had been too much. Not on this tour, when pleasure, emotion and lust surrounded every movement.

Hazel eyes darkened to black, and he turned his gaze to your glistening sex as he answered. “Good girl.”

Brian’s mouth attached itself between your legs, and your head snapped back against the pillow from where you’d been watching. You stared open-mouthed at the ornate light on the ceiling, the muscles in your throat clenching as he worked his magic.

His talented lips sucked on your clit, gifting raw pleasure to leave you a shuddering mess, and he chuckled as his hands had to hold your hips down from bucking on the bed. “Fuck... Fuck!” You moaned as he ate you out, babbling your appreciation as well as you were able, because you knew how much he liked to hear you. What he did to you.

“God, it feels so good. Ahhh.... Ah!” You were overwhelmed almost immediately from the fervor he licked you with. His tongue rubbed and tasted the arousal between your folds. His whole mouth closed around your bud again, sucking your very essence like he would never get enough. Your breathing sped and the pleasure built until you knew you’d be lost embarrassingly soon. Your empty walls clenched and pulsed; your thighs trembled beneath his arms.

You could picture the appreciative expression Brian would have for your praises, had he not been busy between your legs. His squeezed his strong fingers across your hips as you cried for him, pulling your core impossibly closer. You belonged to him. You belonged together.

“Aaahh!” You squealed again when he slipped his tongue deeper, and the rhythmic flutter began deep inside you. He could bring you to the peak so easily. “Please can I come?” You begged for what you needed, and felt small as the hot redness on your face just pushed you further. You loved how weak you were for him: how fresh and discovering he made you feel.

Brian hummed, and the vibrations tightened every muscle inside of you. You needed it. “Please Sir!!” You couldn’t hold on much longer.

His fingers tightened again on your waist, and the way he doubled down on his efforts told you his answer. Brian captured your swollen clit once more, suckling and swirling his tongue hard until you couldn’t tell if you wanted him to stop or continue. You couldn’t speak, but after the lengthy peak of tortuous ecstasy, you felt the dam break inside you, and everything tumbled out.

“Ah, ah, AH!!” You cried out as the convulsions tore through you with enough power to bounce up into Brian’s hold. It was perfect, and wonderful, and everything that you’d missed and needed. Not a worrying thought held your mind- not for that moment. When it was just you, and Bri, and his fucking wonderful mouth. The most heady pleasure of all was that he’d do it for you. Because you knew you’d do fucking anything for him, just the same.

And all the while Brian’s tongue continued to lap and lick. He drank in your leaking pleasure like it was the most delicious fruit. Like he needed it to live. He needed to know how much you wanted him, and he reveled in the ways he could take you apart. Leave you a shuddering, dripping mess beneath his lips.

The throes of orgasm turned to lighter, more spread pulses. Your limbs were jelly, lying boneless beneath his as you tried to catch your breath. And still Brian remained between your legs- for his pleasure now, rather than yours. Your spine tingled in a bright afterglow, fulfilled by how much your body gave him. He made you feel beautiful.

Feeling his tongue slow, you sighed deep and sank into the mattress. “I love you.”

You smiled as you felt him perk up at your words, because he knew they were for what he’d just done, but more importantly, he knew they were for much more as well. You loved him for him, and a few mistakes or rough patches weren’t ever going to change that.

Perhaps that was the only thing that could have pulled Brian off your sex, because you could feel his answering grin before he looked up to return your words. “Love you too baby.”

His fingers now traced your skin beneath them, ghosting over the red marks they’d left as he held you down. His eyes were immediately drawn to your smooth flesh beneath his creased hands. To the size of them upon your pelvis. His hair tickled you as he admired the sight of you so near.

Groaning, Brian leaned back in to kiss your opening with plump, soft lips. His voice rumbled against your skin. “My favourite little pussy...” He took a deep breath through his nose, eyes shut, until he opened them to look at you from his place between your thighs. “...And my favourite little girl.”

It was simultaneously the most erotic, and the most loving thing you’d experienced in a while. And your well-satisfied core clenched in full view of Brian above it.

The answering smirk on his face was far too perfect. The hot, sultry hotel room air told of so much, as you both sat in content silence.

Those words from Brian’s lips... especially in the situation you found yourselves... they meant SO much. With a wife an ocean away, a friend berating from the room down the hall, and your friends and family sitting in the dark, there was so much keeping you apart. You shouldn’t be together. He was risking so much.

Yet still, for now, and until the tour was over... he chose you.

Tears started to prick at your eyes, but this time, the feelings behind them sent you soaring into the clouds above.

Once you’d both caught your breath, admiring the rise and the fall of each other’s chests as you lay entwined, your legs were starting to go numb from the weight of his shoulders on top of them. But you wouldn’t move him for the world, especially as he looked so cute using your stomach as a pillow. His hair was the softest silk, cascading to cover a good portion of your skin. It was an unusual position to be able to see the top of Brian’s head so you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his curls. He sighed softly, encouraging you to continue.

You knew he’d always been sensitive about his hair, but it was something he’d quickly come to embrace. He kept it cut beautifully, with just the right length to hang and to... poof. Smiling, you pulled at one of his locks and watched it spring back into place amongst the other shining white curls. Your eyes were drawn to the thinning patch so few got to see, for he was so tall, and despite yourself, a pang thumped in your chest.

Brian was always beautiful, and his hair was still the most gorgeous thing you’d ever seen. Some thinning on top didn’t bother you like it probably bothered him. But it was a rare chink in his armour: showing the reality that while his age didn’t matter, it couldn’t be avoided. A smidge of pain reached your smile now, but you wouldn’t let it bother Brian. Your hand continued to pet him and massage his head... until at last he moved.

Without a word, but with bright eyes, Brian pulled himself off your torso and up beside you on the pillows. The bed shook slightly as he rolled onto his side, and moments later you felt strong arms wrap around your chest. He pulled you into his body, snug and safe with your back to his front as he spooned along your bare skin. And with his hips pressed against the swell of your bottom, you realized that perhaps the night wasn’t over.

You were still extremely hesitant to ask for too much from Brian, but a part of him was clearly interested in more. To test the waters, you readjusted innocently against him. The briefest touch of his semi-hard cock against your back drove you to need more. You wanted him properly inside you again... but you’d wait for whenever he was ready.

Brian answered by pulling your flesh harder against him, locking your core against his. After a wonderful, warm moment, you rolled your hips again- more obviously.

“Mmmmngh.” His resulting moan told you enough. You didn’t always need words to understand your lover.

You were so close, flesh to flesh. Your sexes rubbed so near that almost nothing had to be done. Brian’s hands found your centre, as if second nature. He just had to reach and you were there, yearning for him. His deft fingers sensed your wetness. Your readiness. Your need. You both longed to be connected once more, in the most perfect way a man and a woman could be.

Finding you slick enough, Brian brought his cock to your warm entrance with a careful sigh. He guided his tip within you, still not quite fully hard, with gentle hands and tender praises.

“Good girl, Y/N,” he murmured, “So sweet, so soft.” You moaned into the pillow as his shaft stretched your insides, for even now, Brian was a lot, but you needed to feel him inside you as much as you needed life itself. Gently, slowly, he rocked his hips and buried himself between your legs, deeper and deeper with each movement. Until you were completely full, warm, safe and content, with his cock brushing along the very end of your channel. Completely his.

You wanted to return his praises. His dick felt perfect. “Mmm... Bri.” Your voice was breathless without trying. “I love when you’re inside of me.”

Brian’s answering groan was sweet music.

With every breath you could feel him solid against your core. You could feel the hot tickle of his balls against your thighs. Everything was Brian, and everything was wonderful. All the nerves along your inner walls welcomed his intrusion, fluttering happily along the length of his shaft.

“God... I’ve missed you.” His possessive hands roamed your skin, trailing over every curve as he memorized you against him. He sighed, squeezing you close and rocking his hips against you once more, to make sure you were his.

“Do you need...?” You trailed off, body dull and tired, yet still partly hoping for more. Your sex was wide and wet for him, almost clenching to pull him deeper. Your heart was happy, surrounded by the feel of his skin and the rhythm of his breaths.

“Just this,” he murmured into your ear. The lull of sleep was already laced around the edges of his tone, drifting off dulcetly into the air.

It was enough for you, for now, just to feel him. Brian was safety, and love. If this helped him feel connected, without any risk of going too far, then you’d give him what he needed. By now, it was becoming exactly what you wanted too. Forgiveness, in it’s purest form. To be naked, vulnerable, and together. Wrapped in each other’s bodies. Sharing a soul.

Your insides trembled around his cock, and your heart fluttered, when a tired Brian whispered his last words before drifting off to sleep. Holding you close, so nothing could take you away.

“My perfect girl... mmmluv‘ou.” The words were barely enunciated, sounding more like a muffled hum than anything else, but you understood.

“Love you too.”

Chapter 110: Finally Moving On

Notes:

Sorry my progress is so slow now... school will do that to you! Daddy kink warning ahead, with the other version coming tomorrow.

A consuming warmth and a comforting stretch brought you out of sleep, nuzzled and safe in Brian’s arms. Somehow, you were still tangled in each other. Your unconscious bodies stayed entwined despite the throes of darkness. Gaining awareness, you felt his soft breath on the back of your neck. He was still inside you.

That beautiful big man behind you- snoring so gently- wanted you. Needed you. On mornings together like this, it was hard to imagine it’d ever been bad, or that you’d ever be apart. The simple presence of his chest on your back, rising and falling slowly, filled you with enough love to make your heart sputter. Every day you woke like this, you woke with butterflies.

You lay there for a moment, focusing on the feel of him between your legs. It was strange, to be so full yet so relaxed. So stretched but so loose. You felt open, physically and emotionally. You were at your most vulnerable, but you accepted and trusted him to take care of you. You felt like you were in exactly the right place, with your body and your soul providing the comfort Brian craved. You were here for him, and he was here for you.

You didn’t want to wake Brian, but as your brain pondered the sensations, you couldn’t resist a gentle squeeze. Even now, his cock drove you wild. Obviously things had shifted in the night, slipping out a bit... but he was always substantial. The feeling of his soft length nestled inside you was beyond erotic. It was special; it was loving.

Your core clenched again, trying to pull him deeper as your hips rocked back against his. You could feel yourself start to leak, wetting his shaft. Even his unconscious body made you desperate. Because it was Brian, and he was beautiful.

You ground down again, and had to stifle a moan when his hips twitched against yours: searching automatically for more of the wet heat you created. Slowly, Brian woke up, rocking against you gently as his breathing sped up into waking. Soon, the long arms around your waist tensed, flexing their sinuous muscle against your smooth skin. Your eyes were drawn to the arm hair that glinted in the morning light- until a rasping moan stole your attention and caught your breath.

“Mmmnn... Fuck…" Brian groaned low and deep, tucking his pelvis snug against your rear. “Mornin’ baby girl.”

You could barely speak with his sexy, possessive hands holding you against him, but you managed a breathy “Morning Daddy,” back.

Warm lips pressed to the back of your head as he settled in to the mattress, enjoying the feel of you against him just as you had earlier. Slowly, your abdominal muscles clenched as his hand trailed lower, dragging rough calluses over your skin, circling languidly until you almost couldn’t stand it.

When he did arrive at your core, you gasped softly, and he explored the wet junction of your two bodies. He fingered around his own cock, sliding between your folds, stretching your opening slightly past the limits of his width. It was only possible because he was mostly soft, and because your body had grown so used to the intrusion during slumber. His hands were still clumsy from sleep, but he found your clit easily, rubbing teasingly at the bud of nerves.

You were wet and warm, buzzing with pleasure. Desperate for a sweet release by his large hands. A keening, needy whine from your throat pleaded for his attention. What a way to wake up. What a Man.

Brian’s voice had a teasing tone to it as he chuckled lightly. “I’ve had you all night, hmm? Filled your little pussy with my cock and made it all...” he rubbed his finger against your opening, “...loose.” His filthy words at this hour, in that wonderful, sleepy, raspy voice made your insides flutter around his soft flesh. His fingers continued to work your sex. “You’re my good little slut Y/N... so bloody eager for me... always.”

He stroked and rubbed, pressing at all your tender spots as his other arm held you tight against his chest. Your hips snapped against him over and over of their own accord, as much as they were able within his grasp. He was so close to where you wanted him, gifting you an intimate pleasure around his long, lovely cock: nestled between your legs in the warmth as you clenched around him.

“Come for me love... Be a good girl and come for Daddy.” You were writhing, squirming, but trying to keep yourself still so that he could keep those wonderful fingers rubbing at your clit. Everything was almost there, and Brian knew it, doubling his efforts and increasing the pressure as your mouth dropped open in pleasure.

“COME for me Y/N, right when I tell you.” The whispered sounds of clenched teeth told you just how Brian was affected by your desperation. Your climax built and built, reaching an exquisite peak upon his hand.

“Five...”

“Oh please Daddy, I can’t--”

“Four...”

Your sounds turned breathless as you focused on his hand, so wonderfully close to crashing, so damned....

“Three...”

You couldn't speak. Your muscles clenched in the unmistakable throes of ecstasy, trembling before the inevitability.

“Two...”

You’d been amazed that he could sense the timing of your orgasm so well, but now you weren’t sure you’d last. His fingers felt so good. His cock filled you so snug.

“One and a half...”

Fuck! You bucked against his hand, rocking the whole bed. His arms held you tighter to accommodate, and you knew you were lost.

“One.”

Brian said the words with so much smug certainly that you shivered in his grasp, just as your core contracted into bonelessness. A whimpered cry left your lips, and you deflated against his skin as the tremors rocked through your body.

“Oh, good girl… wonderful little thing.” Brian’s own breath caught as your orgasm squeezed around his flaccid cock, a choked, debauched sound of pleasure. “Unngh... fuck.” It was dirty and intimate: as he enjoyed bringing you off, whenever he pleased, whenever he wanted.

There was a comfort in this easy intimacy, in giving each other pleasure without the need for full intercourse. And as he groaned happily this morning, Brian clearly didn’t need to be hard to enjoy your body.

You were still shuddering when he pulled out and kissed your shoulder, leaving you with soaked sheets, all from your own fluids. You felt empty, open. Loose, just as he’d said. Well-loved and well-used, as his vast palms rubbed your skin. You’d been filled with his big cock for so long that it took some time to adjust to the feeling. But you were warm, and safe, and you felt claimed in the best way possible.

You sighed as you felt him move away, ready to start another day together. “Thank you Bri, that was wonderful.”

His low, merry laugh filled the room. “Always such a grateful girl... Don’t worry, I loved every second of it.”

You did know, but it was nice to be reminded. Smiling to yourself, you turned to face him for the first time that morning: shaggy curls, white stubble and all. “Seriously Bri, I’m so glad we did that. And last night... you know. Thank you for being brave. For letting us move on from,” you stalled, finding it hard to talk about, especially at risk of ruining the happy mood of the morning, “...from what happened a few days ago.”

As you looked at him, holding each other’s shoulders small feet apart under the covers, his warm eyes dulled, and flicked down to the mattress away from your face. You could feel his deep breath under your hands and a slight tremor in the way the blankets moved around you. You could tell he was nervous, suddenly, and a part of you regretted saying anything at all. You never wanted to offend Bri...

But it had to be said, and you had to get it off your chest. The soft security of the morning, the vulnerability you’d just shared all night, the intimacy of morning sex- they all helped to set a tone of forgiveness. Now was the time to be open, when you felt so similar between your legs. You hoped Brian thought so too, and that you’d made him comfortable enough. When his brows furrowed and his eyes scrunched up, head shaking slightly, you knew he was determined, and that you were right.

“I’m still so sorry,” he said after a long moment, and the pain in his voice was evident. It was a stark contrast from his breathy chuckle just moments ago, but, to you, it meant so much more. He continued. “And you’re so, so wonderful... and I can’t possibly believe I’m worthy of your forgiveness. Yet...” Brian drifted off, and finally brought his gaze back up to meet yours. “You still want me to hold you. You give me everything you have, without fear.”

His lip trembled, but you nodded, imploring him to go on, or at least agreeing with his words. Your tight chest and strained throat brought a prickle of tears to your eye. You despaired to hear that he thought you could ever be afraid of him. Properly afraid, without the lens of nerves and excitement.

“I’m glad we did that too.” Brian’s wavering voice pushed through, echoing your words from earlier. “Thank you for being patient with me.” A hesitant half-smile appeared on his sweet lips. Sheepish, shy, searching for something in your face. “Why, I'm still not quite certain."

“Because I’m not scared, Bri, or even angry. I just want to understand.”

Whatever trace of levity had crossed his face was swiftly gone, replaced by hard cheeks and another downward glance. Maybe it was the wrong thing to say. Your chest tightened at your misstep. Perhaps you’d pushed too far. You were about to apologize: to let him off the hook, backtrack and say everything was fine and he didn’t need to explain himself to you if he didn’t want to. Fall right back into the obedient place you’d been before, happy and content with whatever he gave you. But before you could open your mouth, he pulled you towards him again.

Brian tucked your head under his chin and wrapped his arms around your bare skin, pressing your body against his. Seeking out your warmth. You felt the nervous shaking of his chest against you: the pure, naked vulnerability he displayed at the moment. He was looking to you for comfort, because whatever was going on in his head, he couldn’t bear to face it without your touch.

You knew then that Brian wasn’t bothered by your words, but rather by what he was about to tell you.

If it wasn’t so sensitive, you’d have cried at the impossible beauty of it all. He wanted you, as an equal partner, with thoughts and feelings and needs. You poured as much love as you could into the tiny space between you, trying to steady him with your own deep breaths as you placed tiny kisses slowly upon his neck. His skin was like soft silk between your lips. Brian shuddered after a few breaths, squeezing you to him for support as he found the courage to speak. To explain. To bear his turmoil, because you’d asked.

“I think a part of me was still trying to push you away...” his voice cracked, “You know, ...that night. I chose to ignore what I shouldn’t have.” The pain in his words shot straight to your heart, and suddenly those past moments made just a little more sense. You felt for him. That parasitic, cancerous part of his mind that you wished would disappear with your admiration. You couldn't stand the waiting.

“Oh Bri--”

“It’s no excuse,” he sniffed, “And I don’t want fucking pity for doing that to you. It was cowardly, and selfish... and you didn’t deserve it.” Brian pulled your face into his neck in the most intimate sort of hug, and you immediately blossomed in his warmth. “I just needed to get it off my chest.”

The weight of the silence that followed was consuming. You could feel his nervousness and shame, opening the worst parts of himself for you to see. But, still, you weren’t scared. You were glad.

“Thank you for telling me.”

Those words took more courage than you cared to admit. You hated what he’d done, what he’d thought. Even if it wasn’t quite conscious. But you loved Brian with all your heart, and you knew your forgiveness was important to him. The last few days had been built on it. You knew what you wanted to do, but that didn’t make it easy. And Brian wasn’t done, because still his flesh trembled against you.

He swallowed, and your heart stopped at his whisper. “I wanted you to end things... so that I didn’t have to do it myself.”

You didn’t know what to say.

Dreadful realizations were clicking into place. Time was slowing down. Your mind whirled even as he held you tight- so tight that you couldn’t break his grip. He’d wanted to make you hate him, to see the worst that he could be, and finally give him up. But clearly, he’d backed out of even that, because he couldn’t live with himself seeing you hurt. You were both hopelessly attached to one another, without any way forward. Two dancing rockets, shining bright and twirling through the air, only to inevitably crash and burn... together. There was only one response that came to mind.

“I’m sorry,” you said, into his neck.

And you were.

And once again, Brian understood you perfectly, because he took a moment, sighed, and then let the vibrations of his voice sooth your nerves.

“Me too darling, me too.”

You were both in it together. In a fucking. Crazy. Mess.

“Thank you Y/N,” Brian called gently, “I love you, so much.”

You could already tell that he felt better... lighter... after opening himself up to you. And somehow you felt even closer than you had waking up with his cock between your legs.

“I love you too, more than anything.”

You knew you’d both been liberal with those words in the last few days. Ever since he’d first said them you’d both been desperate to make sure they weren’t forgotten. You enjoyed saying it, believing it, while you still could. Committed now to make the most out of the time you had together: fully and utterly, in all the ways that felt right to you.

You and Brian were in your own little slice of heaven, ready to enjoy the day, with the tensions, insecurities, pains and misunderstandings- finally- behind you.

You smiled against his skin, moving just enough that he relaxed his arms and let you see his face. Your lips couldn’t help but brush his perfect nose.

“You know Bri, we really should get out of bed.”

The hearty chuckle against your chest was a welcome sound. As if in answer, Brian’s long arms trailed around your back. His palms found the curves of your bottom, sitting snugly: like you were made for his hands. He didn’t say a word, but a happy smugness radiated from his smile. He could tell you weren’t going to move.

“Alright, five more minutes.” You would indulge him anything. “But today I’m giving you that massage!”

Brian laughed again, making your heart sing. “If you say so.”

Notes:

Well they're finally over that hurdle, properly! What's next for our duo?

Chapter 111: Finally Moving On (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as previous chapter without the Daddy kink :)

A consuming warmth and a comforting stretch brought you out of sleep, nuzzled and safe in Brian’s arms. Somehow, you were still tangled in each other. Your unconscious bodies stayed entwined despite the throes of darkness. Gaining awareness, you felt his soft breath on the back of your neck. He was still inside you.

That beautiful big man behind you- snoring so gently- wanted you. Needed you. On mornings together like this, it was hard to imagine it’d ever been bad, or that you’d ever be apart. The simple presence of his chest on your back, rising and falling slowly, filled you with enough love to make your heart sputter. Every day you woke like this, you woke with butterflies.

You lay there for a moment, focusing on the feel of him between your legs. It was strange, to be so full yet so relaxed. So stretched but so loose. You felt open, physically and emotionally. You were at your most vulnerable, but you accepted and trusted him to take care of you. You felt like you were in exactly the right place, with your body and your soul providing the comfort Brian craved. You were here for him, and he was here for you.

You didn’t want to wake Brian, but as your brain pondered the sensations, you couldn’t resist a gentle squeeze. Even now, his cock drove you wild. Obviously things had shifted in the night, slipping out a bit... but he was always substantial. The feeling of his soft length nestled inside you was beyond erotic. It was special; it was loving.

Your core clenched again, trying to pull him deeper as your hips rocked back against his. You could feel yourself start to leak, wetting his shaft. Even his unconscious body made you desperate. Because it was Brian, and he was beautiful.

You ground down again, and had to stifle a moan when his hips twitched against yours: searching automatically for more of the wet heat you created. Slowly, Brian woke up, rocking against you gently as his breathing sped up into waking. Soon, the long arms around your waist tensed, flexing their sinuous muscle against your smooth skin. Your eyes were drawn to the arm hair that glinted in the morning light- until a rasping moan stole your attention and caught your breath.

“Mmmnn... Fuck…" Brian groaned low and deep, tucking his pelvis snug against your rear. “Mornin’ baby girl.”

You could barely speak with his sexy, possessive hands holding you against him, but you managed a breathy “Morning Bri,” back.

Warm lips pressed to the back of your head as he settled in to the mattress, enjoying the feel of you against him just as you had earlier. Slowly, your abdominal muscles clenched as his hand trailed lower, dragging rough calluses over your skin, circling languidly until you almost couldn’t stand it.

When he did arrive at your core, you gasped softly, and he explored the wet junction of your two bodies. He fingered around his own cock, sliding between your folds, stretching your opening slightly past the limits of his width. It was only possible because he was mostly soft, and because your body had grown so used to the intrusion during slumber. His hands were still clumsy from sleep, but he found your clit easily, rubbing teasingly at the bud of nerves.

You were wet and warm, buzzing with pleasure. Desperate for a sweet release by his large hands. A keening, needy whine from your throat pleaded for his attention. What a way to wake up. What a Man.

Brian’s voice had a teasing tone to it as he chuckled lightly. “I’ve had you all night, hmm? Filled your little pussy with my cock and made it all...” he rubbed his finger against your opening, “...loose.” His filthy words at this hour, in that wonderful, sleepy, raspy voice made your insides flutter around his soft flesh. His fingers continued to work your sex. “You’re my good little slut Y/N... so bloody eager for me... always.”

He stroked and rubbed, pressing at all your tender spots as his other arm held you tight against his chest. Your hips snapped against him over and over of their own accord, as much as they were able within his grasp. He was so close to where you wanted him, gifting you an intimate pleasure around his long, lovely cock: nestled between your legs in the warmth as you clenched around him.

“Come for me love... Be a good girl and come for me.” You were writhing, squirming, but trying to keep yourself still so that he could keep those wonderful fingers rubbing at your clit. Everything was almost there, and Brian knew it, doubling his efforts and increasing the pressure as your mouth dropped open in pleasure.

“COME for me Y/N, right when I tell you.” The whispered sounds of clenched teeth told you just how Brian was affected by your desperation. Your climax built and built, reaching an exquisite peak upon his hand.

“Five...”

“Oh please Bri, I can’t--”

“Four...”

Your sounds turned breathless as you focused on his hand, so wonderfully close to crashing, so damned....

“Three...”

You couldn't speak. Your muscles clenched in the unmistakable throes of ecstasy, trembling before the inevitability.

“Two...”

You’d been amazed that he could sense the timing of your orgasm so well, but now you weren’t sure you’d last. His fingers felt so good. His cock filled you so snug.

“One and a half...”

Fuck! You bucked against his hand, rocking the whole bed. His arms held you tighter to accommodate, and you knew you were lost.

“One.”

Brian said the words with so much smug certainly that you shivered in his grasp, just as your core contracted into bonelessness. A whimpered cry left your lips, and you deflated against his skin as the tremors rocked through your body.

“Oh, good girl… wonderful little thing.” Brian’s own breath caught as your orgasm squeezed around his flaccid cock, a choked, debauched sound of pleasure. “Unngh... fuck.” It was dirty and intimate: as he enjoyed bringing you off, whenever he pleased, whenever he wanted.

There was a comfort in this easy intimacy, in giving each other pleasure without the need for full intercourse. And as he groaned happily this morning, Brian clearly didn’t need to be hard to enjoy your body.

You were still shuddering when he pulled out and kissed your shoulder, leaving you with soaked sheets, all from your own fluids. You felt empty, open. Loose, just as he’d said. Well-loved and well-used, as his vast palms rubbed your skin. You’d been filled with his big cock for so long that it took some time to adjust to the feeling. But you were warm, and safe, and you felt claimed in the best way possible.

You sighed as you felt him move away, ready to start another day together. “Thank you Bri, that was wonderful.”

His low, merry laugh filled the room. “Always such a grateful girl... Don’t worry, I loved every second of it.”

You did know, but it was nice to be reminded. Smiling to yourself, you turned to face him for the first time that morning: shaggy curls, white stubble and all. “Seriously Bri, I’m so glad we did that. And last night... you know. Thank you for being brave. For letting us move on from,” you stalled, finding it hard to talk about, especially at risk of ruining the happy mood of the morning, “...from what happened a few days ago.”

As you looked at him, holding each other’s shoulders small feet apart under the covers, his warm eyes dulled, and flicked down to the mattress away from your face. You could feel his deep breath under your hands and a slight tremor in the way the blankets moved around you. You could tell he was nervous, suddenly, and a part of you regretted saying anything at all. You never wanted to offend Bri...

But it had to be said, and you had to get it off your chest. The soft security of the morning, the vulnerability you’d just shared all night, the intimacy of morning sex- they all helped to set a tone of forgiveness. Now was the time to be open, when you felt so similar between your legs. You hoped Brian thought so too, and that you’d made him comfortable enough. When his brows furrowed and his eyes scrunched up, head shaking slightly, you knew he was determined, and that you were right.

“I’m still so sorry,” he said after a long moment, and the pain in his voice was evident. It was a stark contrast from his breathy chuckle just moments ago, but, to you, it meant so much more. He continued. “And you’re so, so wonderful... and I can’t possibly believe I’m worthy of your forgiveness. Yet...” Brian drifted off, and finally brought his gaze back up to meet yours. “You still want me to hold you. You give me everything you have, without fear.”

His lip trembled, but you nodded, imploring him to go on, or at least agreeing with his words. Your tight chest and strained throat brought a prickle of tears to your eye. You despaired to hear that he thought you could ever be afraid of him. Properly afraid, without the lens of nerves and excitement.

“I’m glad we did that too.” Brian’s wavering voice pushed through, echoing your words from earlier. “Thank you for being patient with me.” A hesitant half-smile appeared on his sweet lips. Sheepish, shy, searching for something in your face. “Why, I'm still not quite certain."

“Because I’m not scared, Bri, or even angry. I just want to understand.”

Whatever trace of levity had crossed his face was swiftly gone, replaced by hard cheeks and another downward glance. Maybe it was the wrong thing to say. Your chest tightened at your misstep. Perhaps you’d pushed too far. You were about to apologize: to let him off the hook, backtrack and say everything was fine and he didn’t need to explain himself to you if he didn’t want to. Fall right back into the obedient place you’d been before, happy and content with whatever he gave you. But before you could open your mouth, he pulled you towards him again.

Brian tucked your head under his chin and wrapped his arms around your bare skin, pressing your body against his. Seeking out your warmth. You felt the nervous shaking of his chest against you: the pure, naked vulnerability he displayed at the moment. He was looking to you for comfort, because whatever was going on in his head, he couldn’t bear to face it without your touch.

You knew then that Brian wasn’t bothered by your words, but rather by what he was about to tell you.

If it wasn’t so sensitive, you’d have cried at the impossible beauty of it all. He wanted you, as an equal partner, with thoughts and feelings and needs. You poured as much love as you could into the tiny space between you, trying to steady him with your own deep breaths as you placed tiny kisses slowly upon his neck. His skin was like soft silk between your lips. Brian shuddered after a few breaths, squeezing you to him for support as he found the courage to speak. To explain. To bear his turmoil, because you’d asked.

“I think a part of me was still trying to push you away...” his voice cracked, “You know, ...that night. I chose to ignore what I shouldn’t have.” The pain in his words shot straight to your heart, and suddenly those past moments made just a little more sense. You felt for him. That parasitic, cancerous part of his mind that you wished would disappear with your admiration. You couldn't stand the waiting.

“Oh Bri--”

“It’s no excuse,” he sniffed, “And I don’t want fucking pity for doing that to you. It was cowardly, and selfish... and you didn’t deserve it.” Brian pulled your face into his neck in the most intimate sort of hug, and you immediately blossomed in his warmth. “I just needed to get it off my chest.”

The weight of the silence that followed was consuming. You could feel his nervousness and shame, opening the worst parts of himself for you to see. But, still, you weren’t scared. You were glad.

“Thank you for telling me.”

Those words took more courage than you cared to admit. You hated what he’d done, what he’d thought. Even if it wasn’t quite conscious. But you loved Brian with all your heart, and you knew your forgiveness was important to him. The last few days had been built on it. You knew what you wanted to do, but that didn’t make it easy. And Brian wasn’t done, because still his flesh trembled against you.

He swallowed, and your heart stopped at his whisper. “I wanted you to end things... so that I didn’t have to do it myself.”

You didn’t know what to say.

Dreadful realizations were clicking into place. Time was slowing down. Your mind whirled even as he held you tight- so tight that you couldn’t break his grip. He’d wanted to make you hate him, to see the worst that he could be, and finally give him up. But clearly, he’d backed out of even that, because he couldn’t live with himself seeing you hurt. You were both hopelessly attached to one another, without any way forward. Two dancing rockets, shining bright and twirling through the air, only to inevitably crash and burn... together. There was only one response that came to mind.

“I’m sorry,” you said, into his neck.

And you were.

And once again, Brian understood you perfectly, because he took a moment, sighed, and then let the vibrations of his voice sooth your nerves.

“Me too darling, me too.”

You were both in it together. In a fucking. Crazy. Mess.

“Thank you Y/N,” Brian called gently, “I love you, so much.”

You could already tell that he felt better... lighter... after opening himself up to you. And somehow you felt even closer than you had waking up with his cock between your legs.

“I love you too, more than anything.”

You knew you’d both been liberal with those words in the last few days. Ever since he’d first said them you’d both been desperate to make sure they weren’t forgotten. You enjoyed saying it, believing it, while you still could. Committed now to make the most out of the time you had together: fully and utterly, in all the ways that felt right to you.

You and Brian were in your own little slice of heaven, ready to enjoy the day, with the tensions, insecurities, pains and misunderstandings- finally- behind you.

You smiled against his skin, moving just enough that he relaxed his arms and let you see his face. Your lips couldn’t help but brush his perfect nose.

“You know Bri, we really should get out of bed.”

The hearty chuckle against your chest was a welcome sound. As if in answer, Brian’s long arms trailed around your back. His palms found the curves of your bottom, sitting snugly: like you were made for his hands. He didn’t say a word, but a happy smugness radiated from his smile. He could tell you weren’t going to move.

“Alright, five more minutes.” You would indulge him anything. “But today I’m giving you that massage!”

Brian laughed again, making your heart sing. “If you say so.”

Chapter 112: Little Things

Notes:

I'm back!! Sorry it took so long, but there's another quick fic in the works (as some of you have seen), and I'm just incredibly busy. Please let me know what you think of this chapter. I'm trying to get a lot of emotions across, and I'm not even sure I fully understand them all myself. Maybe you can see the direction the story is heading, maybe not. In any case, I hope you guys are still reading, and enjoying!

xxDBM

Brian’s skin was warm between your fingers as you kneaded. It was pliant, yet taught, springing back like that of a man half his age. There were many things you admired about Brian, and this was another of them. His skin always looked so good. It was soft and smooth and rosy, and it carried all the signs of his marvelously full life. His face had a teasing, youthful energy, which you loved, but right now your hands were working diligently on his back, and you loved each bump and age spot here too.

He’d finally let you give him that massage. Steadily throughout the day you’d fallen back into your normal routine, so when evening rolled around and Brian propped one grey eyebrow and glanced towards the bedroom, you followed immediately.

“My back’s been acting up the last few days, and my shoulders. ...Is there a beautiful young lady around who could help me with that?” He asked, but he didn’t. Because the lilting tone of his voice and the happy smirk on his face told you just how certain he was of your answer. There was no hiding it: you’d practically been begging for days.

“I’d love to.”

He just chuckled slightly at your reply, giving your forehead a quick kiss as he walked past you to settle down on the bed. He took his shirt off and laid it on the mattress, before groaning as he got himself into position on his tummy, horizontal across the bed. You giggled at his bare feet hanging off the side.

Long, muscular arms grabbed a pillow for his head, and he called you over with a grin. “Stop laughing and put those talented fingers to work.”

So that’s how you found yourself straddling his torso once more, practically sitting on him as you worked your warm hands into his shoulders. You were wearing nothing but a pair of booty shorts and a sports bra, for the heat hadn’t called for anything more, and Brian was a terrible influence. You didn’t mind showing off your assets for his enjoyment. You knew, when in the right mind, he’d do the same for you. It was nice to feel appreciated. The only problem, however, was that you could feel every motion of his skin against yours, and each time you shifted your angle it rubbed deliciously between your legs.

It was hard work too, because though you’d suspected he’d exaggerated the truth a bit to give you this opportunity, his shoulders really were quite tight. The short, repetitive muscle movements night after night had taken their toll. You pondered the possibility of making this a regular event- for the benefit of his back of course.

Besides, judging from the occasional sounds he made below you, Brian was rather enjoying the process.

“You’re such a fucking delight Y/N...” his moan was stifled by the pillow as you released a particularly bothersome area of tension. “Fuck....”

Your grin spread from ear to ear. You loved his potty mouth. He lost all his eloquence and sophistication when he got heated, or passionate. To do it just from the motions of your hands was a complement.

“Does that feel good Sir?” The smile in your voice was evident. You skirted the border between truth and teasing, giving him a title that you both loved, yet continuing in your professional capacity. You clenched your thighs around his waist and leaned into the meat of his shoulder with your palm: the size difference necessitating such effort.

“God yesss...” He hissed at the tenderness and groaned out the words between your ministrations. “A good... fucking... girl.”

His rough voice drove you crazy, and you could feel yourself flushing. A few choice words from his mouth and you were a mess. You were planning exactly how to make him say such naughty things again, when someone rapped at the door, and Brian’s form stiffened below you, bringing the heated session to a halt.

“Fuckin ‘ell.” He had to lift his mouth up off the pillow to shout properly, “Who is it?” Clearly, he was not in the mood to get the door. With your own arousal stirring you didn’t blame him.

“Jim,” came the reply, just audible from the hallway.

There was more grumbling under Brian’s breath, but zero attempt to move out from beneath you. He sighed, lifting your body off the mattress in the breath beforehand, and raised his voice once again to speak to his manager. “Well come on in then!”

You had to shake your head to make sure you’d heard him correctly, because immediately nerves settled in your gut. Surely Brian wanted you to get off him? Your mind rushed to think of appropriate hiding places even as it remained confused: why hadn’t he given you time to leave? It was the same feeling you’d had when he walked you through the lobby yesterday: fear, excitement... and an undercurrent of something much better.

Quickly, you whispered into his ear as he remained sprawled out on the mattress. “Do you want me to move?”

The lock to the main room door clicked open, for of course Miami would have a key for whomever stocked Brian’s room. You could barely breathe, panicking at the thought of doing something wrong by your lover, but like magic, his soft tenor was calm.

“No. I want you to do exactly what you want to do.” He spoke kindly, and immediately you understood that, right now, it really was your decision. But from his actions you could tell Brian wanted you to stay, especially when he raised his voice and called again, “I’m in the bedroom!”

You were lost for words: heart hammering loudly within your chest as you froze atop him. A large part of you had always craved certain pleasures, but you’d never been given the chance before. There was something deep-seated and sexy... wanton and dirty… about the thought of being seen with Brian. Together, in a state one might consider compromising. Suddenly there was nothing you wanted more than for everyone to see how much of a slut you were for him, or just how much he could make you do. It was shameless and vain and it made your stomach churn between the border of aroused and unpleasant, but your body didn’t move, and you resumed your work, sitting in your semi-clothed state with your legs on either side of Brian’s bare back. And Jim walked in the room.

You could practically feel your skin vibrating when the manager’s footsteps stopped. You sure as hell couldn’t look up at him; your eyes were glued to the small moles on Brian’s back.

“Oh,” Jim stalled, clearly taken by surprise, “Hello Y/N.”

Fuck. You prayed that your nervous smile wouldn’t give anything away. “Hi Mr. Beach.”

The quick glance you gave let you see his frown from how you addressed him, and how his eyes darted down to Brian. You’d just wanted to be polite, but perhaps had unwittingly brought attention to the power dynamics of the room. Of what else was going on. Namely, a half-naked rock star who’d previously been alone in a bedroom with a much younger woman. You knew Miami was aware of what was going on, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see it.

“Time for a massage?” Bless the man, he really was trying to avoid any awkwardness.

“Yes,” Brian spoke before you could. “Hope you don’t mind- old backs and all that. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

Out of the corner of your eye, the other man nodded. You guessed it was rather common for a guitarist to unwind this way at the end of a long tour, or at least it was in Brian’s case. Just perhaps not quite in this way. Or maybe he was used to that too. You pressed deeper into Brian’s sinewy muscle to stifle your arousal, and he groaned.

Poor Miami looked as pale as a sheet, and you’d never been so conflicted in your life. On one hand, you knew it would be most proper to behave... but this new dynamic, this new freedom, was intoxicating. Mostly, because Brian was the one who started it.

When Jim found his words, he directed them to you. “Of course... just didn’t know you were on the clock this time of night.”

Your body was an autopilot at this point, and you made your decision the moment you spoke, looking at your hands upon Brian’s perfect skin.

“He gets special privileges.”

Your spine tingled with delight, but the manager seemed very unsure how to feel. His eyes surveyed Brian, and you upon him, and the various implications of such without judgement, but with a curiosity he couldn’t hide. He acted as if it wasn’t his place to comment- so long as everything with the tour remained unaffected. And that, you realised, was where the hint of disapproval lay.

“Yes he does- that’s something everyone agrees on.” Miami’s eyes locked onto yours as he spoke, but Brian broke the tension.

Your legs bounced as the guitarist chuckled, taking the gentle ribbing with good sport. He was aware of who he was. White curls brushed your fingers as he turned his head to finally look at his friend. “After all this time, don’t ya think I’ve earned it?”

There was a moment of pause as layers of thoughts fell into place, and then Miami flashed a genuine smile. “I guess you have Bri.”

On the surface, they were discussing his quirks. You knew quite well how Brian could throw a wrench in proceedings when his beautiful brain was preoccupied with a thought. However, as the manager’s eyes drifted once again to yours, you couldn’t help but feel they were talking about something else as well.

You.

You had to swallow a sudden lump in your throat. You weren’t a prize to be earned. While your back did bristle at the insinuation at first, the wetness between your legs was undeniable. It was all a part of your relationship: there was no avoiding it. Everyone who saw you and Brian together would have the same thing on their minds. And while it was sometimes unfortunate, your suspicions earlier were confirmed. The attention- the tiniest sting of humiliation and degradation- was arousing. At certain times... you liked being Brian’s plaything. Because you knew he didn’t only see you that way.

You wanted to lean down and kiss his neck so badly: to feel his soft skin on your lips, and to hear the hum of approval that would come with it. But, perhaps, that was too far. Instead you resumed your movements. You worked the last remaining knots from Brian’s shoulders, and all the while you burned inside. You were sizzling, buzzing with dirty satisfaction because, no matter what, Brian wanted you at his side. You were his.

The conversation continued largely without you. Miami had come up to discuss the last few dates of the tour, and how some arrangements had been changed now that Sarina was here. It seemed that everything would work out, but Brian had to be informed anyways. He was, as you liked to remind yourself, a very dependable man.

When you finished the massage you rubbed Brian’s shoulders down with your palms, lingering a bit too long but enjoying the feel. You climbed off his torso and sat beside him as he righted himself. The muscles you’d so recently relaxed shifted and flexed in his back and arms, gently commanding your attention. He settled himself close enough that your sides were touching: sharing heat as he spoke to Jim.

Ignoring the conversation, you focused on the wonderful man beside you, who could make you feel so safe and desired in a revealing situation. His upper body was still bare. The soft curve of his belly rested over the hem of his shorts as he sat on the mattress. The broad width of his sternum glistened with curls of hair, spattered over their bony landscape. He was warm and fuzzy and perfect, and you hoped it wasn’t too obvious how you watched the rise and fall of each beautiful breath.

For his part, Brian couldn’t seem to resist giving you the occasional touch or rub, and when his large hand came down to rest on your thigh, he stole your complete attention.

“Isn’t that right Y/N?”

Your eyes snapped to his hazel ones, and you were red-faced immediately, embarrassed by your preoccupation. You could feel yourself heating up as you squirmed, and your mouth hung open slightly beneath wide eyes as you tried to figure out what he’d asked. But, bless him, Brian knew. He laughed at how cute you looked, pulling you against his side with one long arm.

“Aren’t you paying attention?”

You had to look down at the floor. “I’m sorry, I...” There was no way you could explain it without giving yourself away, and while you knew Brian was rather smug about his effect on you, it wasn’t the time.

“I’m only teasing love.” The man beside you grinned, and even through your red face you smiled back.

After a giggle of your own, you bumped your shoulder against his. “Okay.”

Jokingly, Brian hissed in pain, but made no move to lean away. “See? She’s absolutely vicious!”

Having put up with too much for too long after years of touring with Queen, Jim just smiled and rolled his eyes. “I’ll leave you with the vicious woman then, and I’m sure it’s gonna be very tough for you Bri.”

You weren’t sure if you were allowed to laugh at that really, but the atmosphere was so open that you couldn’t help it. Once the light chuckles petered out, Brian spoke.

“Thanks Jim, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Of course.”

As the manager turned to let himself out, he looked again towards you. There was a sustained eye contact, and you didn’t feel threatened, but there was definitely something he was trying to say to you. His gaze was kind, wise and imploring: like he was asking you for something. Almost like... he was trusting you... with all the secrets you held, and all the damage you could do. He didn’t know you, but Brian did, and he was trusting the guitarist’s judgement on whatever this was.

You returned his gaze and nodded, promising with all your heart that you would never do anything to hurt Brian, and that you were here for the right reasons. You were relieved and happy to see the nod back.

With a click, Jim closed the bedroom door, but it wasn’t until the second click of the main entrance that Brian turned to grab you in a big, comforting hug. As if grateful you’d done something for him.

“You were such a good girl, Y/N... so wonderful.” The moment he embraced you your heart fluttered and you let yourself sink into his chest, seeking all the kisses you’d wanted earlier. You ran your lips along his sternum and enveloped yourself in the feel of him. However enjoyable the recent moments had been... they’d been a lot. But Brian was always safe. He praised you for being brave, and being there, with him, when he wanted you.

“Were you comfortable with that?” He asked, after a moment, smoothing the hair at the back of your head.

You had to ponder his question, but you knew the truth. “Yes. I was. I enjoy being... with you.” You almost said ‘seen with you’, but it felt far too vain and selfish to admit, even to Brian, who got a similar kick out of showing you off. “It was just strange...”, you continued, “I’m not sure what you want of me.”

Brian sighed, and pulled you back so that he could kiss your lips, deep and firm. “I want everything I can’t have.”

His mouth felt warm and wonderful against yours as he leaned back in, caressing your tongue with his. He reached up to the back of your neck and rested his palm against your skin, long fingers trailing up through your hair as he pulled you closer. You could feel the want. It coursed through him into a fury of heat between your legs. You rocked back and forth on the mattress and ran your own hands up and down his back, silently pleading for more as he stole your breath.

When he released your lips, Brian’s eyes were dark, but he glanced down at your thighs against his. “I just don’t want you to feel like a... a second thought... any longer. I want you to know that you’re important.” He brushed the few tears that had gathered from your cheek, from the emotion and the lust. “I don’t want you to have to hide any more.”

You loved his words, and you loved him, but you couldn’t help but worry about what he was saying. And he was doing it all for you. “Bri... you know I’d also want nothing more than that... but we can’t, right?” You were almost looking for confirmation as much as you were reminding him of what he had to lose, so it still hurt when he nodded.

“I know... and I’m sorry.” He saw your face start to frown, and he quickly captured your lips in another series of affirming kisses to stop it progressing further. His flurry was endlessly appealing, and you both pulled away laughing. He let your chuckling bodies fall back onto the mattress and leaned over you to delicately remove the strands of hair that had fallen in your face.

“But little things like this... we can do, yeah?” He was so excited and so smiley, that you nodded without thought.

“It doesn’t matter if you walk through the hotel with me, or if anyone in the crew sees us together. You’re mine.” Once again, his lips sought yours, but this time his hand wandered underneath the hem of your shorts as well. You kissed and moaned, reveling in the warmth as his hand squeezed one whole cheek of your ass. Brian pulled away a final time to smile and look deep in your eyes, scrunching his own adorably as he spoke. “You make me happy.”

And that, you couldn’t resist. You threw your arms around him and pulled him down on top of you, grasping every inch of his bare skin with excitement. “You make me so happy Bri... please, take me.”

The beautiful, incredible man atop you groaned, and an entire day of touches and teasing culminated into that moment. You opened your legs for him to slot himself between, and as he did, you could feel the inviting hardness of his cock. Your lower halves grinded against each other over your clothes. It was desperate and fun. It was perfect.

But just as Brian reached down to open his fly, and just as you were about to shove off your ruined panties, your phone rang. You both groaned in frustration. However, it was your mother’s ringtone, and you didn’t think you should ignore it.

“It’s my mum… Sorry, I haven’t talked to her in days.” Brian’s wide smile transformed into a frown, puckering the lines on his lips. You grimaced too, loathe to deny him. “I really should answer.”

A glare, and a “harumph” later, he rolled himself off you. “Fine.”

You were a bit surprised at his sudden grumpiness, but then again, you doubted he was used to being made wait. Grabbing your phone from the side table, you crawled over to him quickly. “I love you...” Hopefully, the sugary tone of your voice would sooth his brows, but just in case, you added a kiss.

At least you could tell he was trying to be sweet. He forced his lips upwards in a smile and at the same time asked for another peck, which you supplied.

Then before the ringing stopped, you motioned to leave, but a big hand wrapped around your ankle before you could get far. “No. Little things... remember?” Brian’s tenor was suddenly soft, yet hoarse. “I want... to know you.”

You looked into his beautiful eyes, and you couldn’t deny him that. So you settled down beside him and answered the phone before you could think too much about it.

“Hi Mum.”

“Y/N!! Sweetheart! It’s so good to hear your voice!” Your mother practically shouted into the phone, causing both you and Brian to flinch away from the sound, and subsequently chuckle. You hoped she didn’t hear his lower register.

“How are you doing?” She continued through the phone, ever energetic. “How’s the work?”

You decided you needed to step in before she listed questions endlessly. “I’m doing great! Hope you and Dad are too... Work is much different than I’m used to, but I’ve adapted by now. The schedule is pretty hectic but I still think I manage to help my clients.”

At that, Brian nodded, smiling earnestly and then letting it develop into a more sinister smirk.

“Of course you do sweetie... you’re smart and great at your job.”

The man beside you continued to bob his head, agreeing with your mother and taking it to another level entirely with his dark eyes.

“Aww... well... thanks Mum. How are you doing?”

“Oh I’m fine! Your father still hasn’t fixed that stupid door, but other than that all is well!”

You could hear your dad trying to defend himself in the background, but it was soon drowned out. “We want to hear what’s going on with YOU! You never call, and you’re always too busy to answer the phone.”

You scratched your head, at a loss for what to say and distracted by Brian’s front: still tented and waiting as his big hands tried to restrain themselves from touching. “I don’t know... it’s just work really.”

“Come on... surely there are some stories? What about your favourite Brian? Do you get to see him often? God knows I’ve heard that man’s name too often around the house for you not to have something exciting to tell me.”

At the mention of his name, Brian perked up again. He propped himself up on his side and looked at you as your mother gave away your secrets. It was bad enough with Jenna, and now he had even MORE to tease you about. The evil smirk on his face made your heart start to race.

You were aware that your mum was waiting, and that you were frozen in a bit of an awkward silence. But Brian was mouthing ‘Me?’, with all the smugness in the world, and you were stammering uselessly. You didn’t like the look on his face and decided to say something, ANYTHING, before it was too late. But Brian beat you to it.

“I’m here right now actually, sorry not to have disclosed that earlier.”

Your eyes popped open, wide and completely unbelieving what he’d just done. Your jaw dropped and let your mouth hang open as you stared at him. Now it was your mother’s turn for silence.

Having opened a whole can of worms you didn’t want to get into, at least Brian took control of the situation. “I just finished a session with Y/N, and she didn’t want to miss your call.”

“Oh, I see... I’m so sorry Sir. Sorry Y/N. I should never have said--”

“It’s quite alright,” Brian interrupted her softly, still grinning from ear to ear. He looked deep into your eyes. “I already knew she’s a big fan.”

You practically wanted to die on the spot. You were beyond embarrassed, and hopelessly aroused, and on the phone with your fucking mother.

“You have a wonderful daughter, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Brian continued through the confusion. “Everyone loves her. She’s kind and intelligent, and...” His eyes scanned up and down your body, and you could tell he wanted to complement your appearance too, but he refrained. “...and just a joy to be around.”

Even though the situation was awkward and the praises were censored, you felt them in your heart. You remembered minutes earlier when Brian had said you made him happy. It was absolute fulfillment to hear it again.

“Dr. May... you keep saying things like that and the poor girl’s gonna faint!” Your mother joked from the other end of the line, but in your opinion, her words were mighty close to reality.

Brian’s gaze darkened further, and you knew you were in trouble when he shifted his chest on top of you. “Well we wouldn’t want that,” his weight pinned you down, “now would we?”

You honestly wouldn’t put it past him to start something, even with your family on the line. Not with how carefree and risky the whole day had been. A lump caught in your throat when he leaned down to brush his lips across your neck. You had to end the call NOW.

“I’m sorry Mum, but I have to go.” You hoped the abrupt goodbye wasn’t too obvious. “I PROMISE to chat with you longer tomorrow... I just need to go back to my room and get settled.”

There was a lingering silence as the phoneline remained blank, until your mother’s voice spoke up from the other end. “That’s fine honey, you seem to have a lot on your plate.”

“For sure.”

A one hundred-something pound guitarist, for a start.

“Just...” your mother paused, seeming almost afraid to end the call, “...be safe.”

You let her words ring out for a beat, and then looked down at Brian. “I will. Love you... bye.”

With an exhausted sigh you tapped the red button and flung your phone to the other end of the mattress. The tumultuous thoughts cleared from your head one by one, until it was, once again, just you and Bri.

“You’re not going back to your room.”

It was said like both an order and a threat, and while you saved the arousal his tone caused for later, your brain couldn’t quite focus on it at the moment. Shaking your head as his teasing, you sighed. “I can’t believe you did that.”

Brian looked into your nervous eyes, and his brow furrowed, but he quickly moved on, diffusing the accusation with humour.

“What? One always needs to make a good impression with the family.”

You chuckled at his joke, and despite your worries, you clutched at his bare shoulders. There was something so right about the feeling of the last few hours, but also something niggling as wrong. Brian was acting erratically and you couldn’t place it. He was still sweet and kind and seemed to do everything with the root of your benefit, but he was taking too many chances. Perhaps, like you, he feared the end of the tour, marching steadily closer. Maybe he was just making the most of the time you had left. Because for that, you could never fault him.

Whatever that niggle was, it wasn’t important now. You sighed, and tightened your legs around his torso. “Oh, just shut up and fuck me.”

“Finally.” Brian unzipped his trousers and allowed his neglected erection to stand free. “But don’t think I won’t punish you for your cheek.”

With that, he grinned, and his sharp canines caught your eye. Brian May. He was presumptive, arrogant and frustrating... and God he was perfect.

Chapter 113: Natural Instincts

Notes:

BIG daddy kink warning for this one! It's the most obvious one yet... You know, I didn't even HAVE a daddy kink before Brian came along and ruined my life, but here we are. Hope you enjoy. The alternate chapter will be out tomorrow.

Enjoy the smut! Oh, and a bit of a choking warning too!

EDIT 01/08/2023: The amazing @XanaduHoneydew has created some fanart for this chapter! Please see it at the bottom :)

Brian tugged his shorts down his long legs with rampant fervour, tossing both them and his briefs onto the floor. Your own shorts and bra soon joined them. You honestly didn’t expect him to disrobe you both so completely, but it was much better this way: bare skin touching and slapping against each other.

Brian unfurled his body atop yours. His weight pressed you down just enough for you notice each breath. Big arms snaked around your torso and your breasts, and when his fingers found your core you cried out in pleasure.

He plunged a finger into your wet heat, rubbing and stretching your hole until his hand was coated by how much you wanted him. Brian hadn’t fucked you properly since that night, but his current mood gave you electrifying anticipation.

“Do you like that baby girl?” He drawled, voice reaching that deep, dark register that made your stomach roll. “Do you like Daddy’s fingers in your sweet little cunt?”

“Fuck… yes!” You rocked your hips up into his hand, searching for his touch in any way you could.

But even now he wouldn’t let you have it that easy. His fingers stilled. “Properly.”

With a command like that, and your body so desperate for his touch, you’d do absolutely anything he asked.

“Yes Daddy! I love your fingers in my cunt.” The final word didn’t roll off your tongue easily, but you listened with Brian spoke. And it made you feel wonderfully dirty and small.

Growling, satisfied with your response, Brian pulled his hand out of your heat, rubbed your clit with his dripping digits, and then dove right back in with two fingers. “Unngh!” You cried out, mouth slack and open with pained pleasure, shuddering below him. His hands were big, and it was already a stretch: but this was something you were used to, and that you loved.

“I know you do sweetheart, especially when you sing for me like that.”

The teasing tone of his voice was drowned out by the sounds of his breathing as he leaned down to suck on your neck. He was messy, devouring your skin the way he wanted: nipping and kissing with the clear intention to leave marks. The signs of your lovemaking had faded from your skin in the absent days; you were both more than happy to see them return.

You moaned with each ragged breath under his chest, “Please, oh God... Daddy.” You loved the feeling of his evening shadow scratching your neck as he grinned, and all the while his fingers worked their delicious magic down below. His thumb rubbed circles over your clit, sending hot tendrils of pleasure through your nerves to meet the long fingers pushing deep inside. You’d been wanting this for so long- for him to take you. You loved how careful he’d been last night, but you weren’t going to break. You needed him to release all his passions on you. To dominate you and make you his.

Your little body was vibrating in his arms. There was nowhere you could move. No way to escape. Nothing you could do except submit, and enjoy the way he worked your body.

And work it he did. The pleasure built and built, rising quickly from Brian’s talent: for that’s what it was too. You were both impatient at the moment, but you knew he was prepared to make sure you were ready. He hadn’t forgotten.

“Colours, Y/N?”

It was a moment of serenity, brief but important. Bright, velvet love rose above the lust for a few heartbeats, and the answer had never flowed so easily to your lips. “Green...” you looked into his pupils, and felt so much comfort from his hands on and inside you, that you didn’t care how the next word sounded, “...Daddy.”

You weren’t sure if he wanted to cry, or devour you whole, but you did notice the lump stuck in his throat. His gaze jumped from your face to your neck, and then back up to blink at you.

“Good.” The soft reply came gently to your ear, and Brian’s shining eyes slowly darkened, ready to take you into a world of pleasure once more. He shook his beautiful white curls, clearing his head, before he leant down to capture your mouth. The kiss was long and deep and wonderful, and with the motions of his hand between your legs you felt like every fibre of your being belonged to him. When you were both out of breath, Brian gasped for air on the side of your cheek.

“I want you to come on my fingers,” he growled, “and then you can have my cock.”

“Yes Daddy,” you whispered and threw your head back onto the pillow, relaxing and focusing on the feel of his movements.

His fingers were long and sinuous: defined, elegant. Wonderfully well-kept and cared for, and supremely skilled. You could feel the defined edges of his knuckles rubbing against your walls, stretching you just that little bit wider as the tapered tips of his digits reached deep into your core. His hands were huge. The thought alone made you writhe and squirm, whining happily with his encouragement, and inevitably your mind wandered to something else long and thick. Something he’d give you if you were a good girl.

His hand rubbed perfectly along all your inner nerves. You just wanted to please him, this big, beautiful man whose eyes scanned your writhing body. Brian loved the way he could make you move. The way he could make you moan. You wanted him to enjoy your undoing.

It wouldn’t be long. The pleasure he gifted you was the most exquisite sensation on earth, and you needed him, badly.

“I’m- I’m gonna come.” You voice was breathless between rapid gasps, and your eyes popped open for a moment, lucky to see the glint in the hazel ones opposite.

Brian rubbed at your clit harder, trapping you between ecstasy and the mattress. “Well done baby...” he praised your neediness, satisfied that’d you’d submitted so soon. “Ask nicely for what you need.”

Your orgasm almost hit early at the anticipation of what was to come, but you managed to delay the inevitable until Brian let you.

“Please Daddy, may I?”

Your innocence delighted the man above you, who was unable to resist leaning down. His lips were soft on your cheek, kissing tenderly while you waited on the edge. “Yes darling...” his words ticked your skin, “...Good girl.”

He brought you off with a few last wicked movements and breathed the sighs of pleasure from your lips, connected to his once more. Every moan, every grateful thanks and silent cry was swallowed down his throat: turned to heat in his belly. Brian consumed you, and you felt it in the taste of his tongue.

Finally, your pussy released his fingers. You were still throbbing in the aftermath of orgasm, and the rhythmic clenching of your core joined the pounding of your heart. You watched, eyes lidded, as he held his hand up in the air. He smiled and wagged his fingers, glistening with your juices. From the way he looked down at you, his eyes were deep and dark. But sparkling with so much affection that you wanted to rip out your heart and give it to him.

Slowly, languidly, Brian drew each long finger into his mouth. He stared at you as he licked your arousal off his skin. You own mouth mirrored when his red tongue came out to savour the taste, just as he’d enjoyed your sighs moments ago. Every single part of your being was for his pleasure, and you loved it. The deep rolling of your gut told you so.

With a last “pop”, he finished cleaning his hand and smirked at your wide eyes. “Delicious baby. You were so beautiful- such a good little slut for me... always desperate to come.”

You whimpered, embarrassed, unable to stop yourself, trying to hide form his burning gaze, but it just made everything better. You were a mess, squirming atop the sheets: ready to be filled and fucked like the wanton whore you were.

“Do you think you’ve earned Daddy’s cock now?” You heard the gravelly lust underlying his tone, and you knew that however good you’d been didn’t matter- because Brian wasn’t going to wait much longer for what he wanted.

“Oh...” you looked up at him and blinked, immediately ready for more, “Yes please Daddy- Sir. I’ve been so good for you. I need your big cock.”

Something snapped in Brian then, and the carefully controlled patience disappeared before your eyes. “Fuck yes,” he growled, wrapping the hand that he’d just cleaned around his shaft. “Such a demanding little thing.” He pumped his manhood a few times and brought his tip to your hole. The head of his cock dragged around your folds and touched your clit, teasing at your opening and coating his flesh with your slick. “Daddy’s gonna give you what you need sweet girl, don’t worry...” His eyes locked on yours, and moved his free hand to rest over your throat, thumb rubbing against your trachea. “Just remember who’s in charge.”

He pressed his hips forward into you, and there was no doubt.

“Ahhh!” You cried out as Brian’s cock stretched your walls, and every lustful thought and feminine urge condensed into the feeling of being split open around him. You were wet and unbelievably aroused, but still so incredibly full from just the tip of his cock. Brian was big enough to hurt most women: a fact you now knew first hand. It gave you even deeper respect for his dedication to foreplay. A buzz of danger and a breath of safety. It was a sensual necessity, often leading to multiple orgasms as a preparation or pre-emptive apology for what would come next. But he didn’t need to apologize to you, because you loved it. You loved his penis: how big it was, how useless he left you. Brian was larger than life in almost every way possible, and you didn’t think he had to apologize for it.

“God... darling...” Briain pushed in deeper every few seconds, drawing out the painful pleasure of entry. This was the moment you could most feel his size, as his flesh pulled apart your core. It seemed endless. You were so full, so stretched, and yet he grunted and thrust in further with still more length left to go. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said, almost unthinking, as his eyes closed shut and his mouth hung open to enjoy the sensation of your body submitting to his.

You were used to the size of him by now, but that didn’t stop the whimper form your throat. You just couldn’t tell if it was from being overwhelmed, or desperate for more. In answer, Brian snapped his hips one last time, bottoming out and ramming your cervix in the process. “Unngh...” you whined again, unable to do anything but pull him closer and wait for your body to adjust.

“Hush... that’s a good girl.” Brian stilled his hips, breathing heavily from the pleasure of being fully inside and wrapped his arms behind your head. He pulled you into his embrace and kissed your cheek, even as your mouth remained open, dealing with the huge stretch. “You beautiful, perfect girl,” he praised, “Taking Daddy’s cock so well.”

You were overstimulated from your recent orgasm and couldn’t keep your muscles from fluttering around his cock, shaking through your thighs uncontrollably. And Brian loved it, because his fingers gripped your skin hard enough to never let you go. He chortled softly, and repeated “Good girl”.

It was a moment of absolute bliss: your bodies finally joined together again in the way they were made to be. Nothing timid. Just loving. The pitter-patter of your chest thudded against his.

Your head was spinning so much you almost didn’t hear his instructions. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

It was hard to recognize the white haze of submission, but you’d been craving it for so long that you relished the fuzzy thoughts. Everything was simple and happy when you belonged to Brian: you just had to please the wonderful man above you. His cock was huge and thick between your legs. The coarse pubic hair at its base tickled your skin. But Brian waited, and with every passing moment the burning stretch turned into dull throbbing, and then to desperation for more.

“I’m ready Daddy.”

The urge to belong was strong tonight; you leaned on the title hard. He was your rock. Your protector. Brian May was the man you trusted to take care of you, and in return, you’d give him everything.

Brian exhaled as he tried a first thrust, whispering his appreciation into the night air, “Good girl... and remember you colours, ‘kay?”

His cock dragged heavy along your walls, driving you into immediate madness. There was a large temptation to mumble a quick ‘mmm hmm,’ but you knew Brian wanted a proper answer tonight. “I promise.”

As soon as the words left your mouth the hand on your neck tightened, and another wrapped around to clamp your waist. His fingers dug into your hip and he started moving in earnest, pulling your body upwards to meet his pelvis. You knew he would leave marks. You yearned for them. A soft whine escaped your lips, and you watched as Brian’s nostrils flared just slightly, sensing the musk in the air.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me tonight Y/N.” His hips snapped up against yours, plunging his length down the end of your channel, knocking your breath. “You’re gonna take Daddy’s cock deep into your tight little cunt.”

Brian’s eyes were black as he stared back at you, fucking into your sopping hole. He held you down, stole your thoughts. He was using you, with every purposeful thrust. Stirring flames of pleasure through the ache that made you moan: loud, thankful, and wanton.

A rough growl met your higher tones, and you could feel the pleasant sting of his fingernails on your flesh. “I know you like being told what to do baby. I know how much you loved being naughty today.” From the way he snarled the words, and the way he threw his head to the ceiling, you knew he loved it too. “You like everyone knowing you’re my little slut. Daddy’s little slut.”

Each phrase was punctuated with the blunt hardness of his cock: the wet sounds of sex and sin. Your pussy convulsed and clenched around him, trying to pull him in. To keep him impossibly deep so you were full forever. You wrapped your legs around his hips, seeking absolutely everything he’d give you. “P- please...”

Brian gritted his teeth, focusing on hard thrusts and voicing his innermost thoughts. “I bet you’d like them to be here right now, hmm? Watching as I fuck you. Then everyone would know you belong to ME.”

His cock re-enforced his words, claiming you to the core. The stretch pushed you so, so far, enhancing the pleasure of each movement. You were incoherent: chasing the driving ecstasy of his width. He was right. You wanted to be claimed.

“Mine,” Brian growled again, and you needed desperately to agree.

“I’m yours! Fuck me... Please Daddy!” You focused on the slick pumping of his bare cock inside you, the heady pleasure of that primal connection. You wanted it ALL. “Fill me up with your come.”

The hand around your neck tightened further, and you gasped for air. Your head was full of nothing but love, lust and foggy admiration as Brian processed your cries.

“Oh... I will sweetheart.” His voice was as rough as you’d ever heard it, bringing himself further to completion as much as it did you. “Daddy’s gonna fill this little cunt so f-” he pounded deep into you again, “-so fucking full... until my come spills down your thighs and every, single, person knows who put it there. This pussy is MINE.”

He pulled out almost to the head and rammed his cock back into you. It was like a punch to the gut, from the inside. But so, SO good. He used you, and he squeezed your throat in his huge hand, like you were a doll for his pleasure. Your sex ached. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. It was just Brian, and his glorious length making your body his.

Brian barked a laugh at whatever sounds must have come from your lips, and swivelled his hips again. “Too much, little girl?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; you couldn’t think straight. Your tongue felt like lead. “No! Just... so...” there was no other word for it “...BIG.”

If there was any doubt Brian had a size kink too, it was gone now. He outright moaned above you, and you could feel his cock throb when he pushed to the very end of your channel. He barely fit inside you. He knew it, and he loved it. And it made the stretch so fucking good. Completely consuming.

A blue streak of curses poured from Brian’s mouth as he chased his peak. He wasn’t holding back, and he sure as hell wasn’t quiet. The adjoining rooms would be able to hear how hard he fucked you. How alive you made him feel.

His heavy balls swung against your arse with every thrust: slapping you like a dirty bitch as your muscles squeezed his shaft. His tummy was hot and sweaty when it pressed against your skin. His callused, beautifully aged hand gripped your supple young curves. The other wrapped your throat. The hard friction was too much... you were lost once again, shaking uncontrollably. So close to the brink of ecstasy. You just... needed...

“Come for me Y/N.” Brian’s growl invaded your ears. “Come on Daddy’s big cock... and don’t. hold. back. I want to hear you.” His fingers bruised your hip, his cock pounded your cervix, and it was everything you needed.

“AAAHhhhh!!” You did what Daddy said, and screamed your orgasm into the room. It rang out over the sounds of your frantic coupling, echoing off the walls for all to hear. You were Brian’s, and you both didn’t care who knew.

“Fuck yes!! ...good girl.” The praise was almost inhuman as it flowed between Brian’s teeth.

Your vagina clenched again and again, pulsating and dripping as his cock continued thrusting. It drew everything out, prolonging the bone-shattering pleasure. No other man made you feel this way. No one but Brian.

“Come in me Daddy, please.” You could barely form words, still shocked in the throes of climax, but they were for him.

The final thrust was the hardest yet, and the bed shook as Bri poured all his energy into claiming you. Fucking deep into your pussy and spilling his seed with a satisfied grunt. “Grrngh!” he spat, sporadically moving his hips to chase the last waves of pleasure. “Fucking MINE!”

He bit down on the skin of your neck, just below your jaw and above his hand. Hard. And you came again, crying at the pain and the perfection. Tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t want him to let go. The sensation bloomed from your skin, down your spine, along your legs around his torso, and curled your toes. Your cunt milked his cock for everything he had, and just as he’d promised, it was too much for you to handle.

Brian’s hot come filled your womb and dripped down his scrotum onto your legs, joining the moisture of your own wetness on the bed. Evidence of pleasure shared and taken. Primal and real.

Endorphins were still running through your veins when the tremors stopped, Brian’s subtle movements ceased, and his tongue came out to heal the sting of his teeth. His kissed you, held you down. You were still there for his enjoyment, tiny in his hands. He took care of you, thankful for what happened.

No words were said for a long time. He remained inside and on top of you until both your breaths settled down and the dullness of sleep drifted near. Just kissing, cuddling. You smelled him with every inhale: masculine and safe. Nothing could hurt you when Brian was wrapped around you so.

Eventually his lips left yours, and a soft whisper reached your ears. “How’re you doing love?”

The faint, timid concern was detectable in his voice, but you didn’t mind. Pain still throbbed from your neck as a sharp reminder of his possession. Tenderness remained between your legs. Perhaps it had been a bit much for your first proper time since... the incident... but it’d developed organically. That’s just what happened when two souls let themselves get lost in passion. It’s what you fell into naturally. His marks on your skin were the most instinctive things in the world.

“I’m wonderful,” you sighed, still enjoying the thickness of his soft cock.

A beat, and then Brian’s quiet chuckle shook your chest. “Good.” There was no longer an apology in his tone. Inquisitive, interested fingers trailed softly to the bite mark on your throat. “Does it hurt?”

You opened your eyes to find his, flicking from your neck to your face. “Yes.” You told him the truth, and you smiled, pulling him closer with your arms and legs. Settling his cock inside. “Thank you.”

Dark eyes stared at yours, and you closed your eyelids, knowing they would watch over you as you drifted off to sleep.

“Thank YOU.”

 

Drawing by the talented @XanaduHoneydew !!

Chapter 114: Natural Instincts (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as the previous chapter without the daddy kink! Still warnings for some choking :)

EDIT 1/08/2023: The wonderful @XanaduHoneydew has created some fanart for the fic!! Scroll down to the bottom to see it, and give her some love in the comments! FYI It has a minor daddy kink text bubble!

Brian tugged his shorts down his long legs with rampant fervour, tossing both them and his briefs onto the floor. Your own shorts and bra soon joined them. You honestly didn’t expect him to disrobe you both so completely, but it was much better this way: bare skin touching and slapping against each other.

Brian unfurled his body atop yours. His weight pressed you down just enough for you notice each breath. Big arms snaked around your torso and your breasts, and when his fingers found your core you cried out in pleasure.

He plunged a finger into your wet heat, rubbing and stretching your hole until his hand was coated by how much you wanted him. Brian hadn’t fucked you properly since that night, but his current mood gave you electrifying anticipation.

“Do you like that baby girl?” He drawled, voice reaching that deep, dark register that made your stomach roll. “Do you like my fingers in your sweet little cunt?”

“Fuck… yes!” You rocked your hips up into his hand, searching for his touch in any way you could.

But even now he wouldn’t let you have it that easy. His fingers stilled. “Properly.”

With a command like that, and your body so desperate for his touch, you’d do absolutely anything he asked.

“Yes Sir! I love your fingers in my cunt.” The final word didn’t roll off your tongue easily, but you listened with Brian spoke. And it made you feel wonderfully dirty and small.

Growling, satisfied with your response, Brian pulled his hand out of your heat, rubbed your clit with his dripping digits, and then dove right back in with two fingers. “Unngh!” You cried out, mouth slack and open with pained pleasure, shuddering below him. His hands were big, and it was already a stretch: but this was something you were used to, and that you loved.

“I know you do sweetheart, especially when you sing for me like that.”

The teasing tone of his voice was drowned out by the sounds of his breathing as he leaned down to suck on your neck. He was messy, devouring your skin the way he wanted: nipping and kissing with the clear intention to leave marks. The signs of your lovemaking had faded from your skin in the absent days; you were both more than happy to see them return.

You moaned with each ragged breath under his chest, “Please, oh God... Brian.” You loved the feeling of his evening shadow scratching your neck as he grinned, and all the while his fingers worked their delicious magic down below. His thumb rubbed circles over your clit, sending hot tendrils of pleasure through your nerves to meet the long fingers pushing deep inside. You’d been wanting this for so long- for him to take you. You loved how careful he’d been last night, but you weren’t going to break. You needed him to release all his passions on you. To dominate you and make you his.

Your little body was vibrating in his arms. There was nowhere you could move. No way to escape. Nothing you could do except submit, and enjoy the way he worked your body.

And work it he did. The pleasure built and built, rising quickly from Brian’s talent: for that’s what it was too. You were both impatient at the moment, but you knew he was prepared to make sure you were ready. He hadn’t forgotten.

“Colours, Y/N?”

It was a moment of serenity, brief but important. Bright, velvet love rose above the lust for a few heartbeats, and the answer had never flowed so easily to your lips. “Green...” you looked into his pupils, and felt so much comfort from his hands on and inside you, that you had to speak your mind, “...I love you.”

You weren’t sure if he wanted to cry, or devour you whole, but you did notice the lump stuck in his throat. His gaze jumped from your face to your neck, and then back up to blink at you.

“Good- I love you too.” The soft reply came gently to your ear, and Brian’s shining eyes slowly darkened, ready to take you into a world of pleasure once more. He shook his beautiful white curls, clearing his head, before he leant down to capture your mouth. The kiss was long and deep and wonderful, and with the motions of his hand between your legs you felt like every fibre of your being belonged to him. When you were both out of breath, Brian gasped for air on the side of your cheek.

“I want you to come on my fingers,” he growled, “and then you can have my cock.”

“Yes Sir,” you whispered and threw your head back onto the pillow, relaxing and focusing on the feel of his movements.

His fingers were long and sinuous: defined, elegant. Wonderfully well-kept and cared for, and supremely skilled. You could feel the defined edges of his knuckles rubbing against your walls, stretching you just that little bit wider as the tapered tips of his digits reached deep into your core. His hands were huge. The thought alone made you writhe and squirm, whining happily with his encouragement, and inevitably your mind wandered to something else long and thick. Something he’d give you if you were a good girl.

His hand rubbed perfectly along all your inner nerves. You just wanted to please him, this big, beautiful man whose eyes scanned your writhing body. Brian loved the way he could make you move. The way he could make you moan. You wanted him to enjoy your undoing.

It wouldn’t be long. The pleasure he gifted you was the most exquisite sensation on earth, and you needed him, badly.

“I’m- I’m gonna come.” You voice was breathless between rapid gasps, and your eyes popped open for a moment, lucky to see the glint in the hazel ones opposite.

Brian rubbed at your clit harder, trapping you between ecstasy and the mattress. “Well done baby...” he praised your neediness, satisfied that’d you’d submitted so soon. “Ask nicely for what you need.”

Your orgasm almost hit early at the anticipation of what was to come, but you managed to delay the inevitable until Brian let you.

“Please Sir, may I?”

Your innocence delighted the man above you, who was unable to resist leaning down. His lips were soft on your cheek, kissing tenderly while you waited on the edge. “Yes darling...” his words ticked your skin, “...Good girl.”

He brought you off with a few last wicked movements and breathed the sighs of pleasure from your lips, connected to his once more. Every moan, every grateful thanks and silent cry was swallowed down his throat: turned to heat in his belly. Brian consumed you, and you felt it in the taste of his tongue.

Finally, your pussy released his fingers. You were still throbbing in the aftermath of orgasm, and the rhythmic clenching of your core joined the pounding of your heart. You watched, eyes lidded, as he held his hand up in the air. He smiled and wagged his fingers, glistening with your juices. From the way he looked down at you, his eyes were deep and dark. But sparkling with so much affection that you wanted to rip out your heart and give it to him.

Slowly, languidly, Brian drew each long finger into his mouth. He stared at you as he licked your arousal off his skin. You own mouth mirrored when his red tongue came out to savour the taste, just as he’d enjoyed your sighs moments ago. Every single part of your being was for his pleasure, and you loved it. The deep rolling of your gut told you so.

With a last “pop”, he finished cleaning his hand and smirked at your wide eyes. “Delicious baby. You were so beautiful- such a good little slut for me... always desperate to come.”

You whimpered, embarrassed, unable to stop yourself, trying to hide form his burning gaze, but it just made everything better. You were a mess, squirming atop the sheets: ready to be filled and fucked like the wanton whore you were.

“Do you think you’ve earned my cock now?” You heard the gravelly lust underlying his tone, and you knew that however good you’d been didn’t matter- because Brian wasn’t going to wait much longer for what he wanted.

“Oh...” you looked up at him and blinked, immediately ready for more, “Yes please Bri- Sir. I’ve been so good for you. I need your big cock.”

Something snapped in Brian then, and the carefully controlled patience disappeared before your eyes. “Fuck yes,” he growled, wrapping the hand that he’d just cleaned around his shaft. “Such a demanding little thing.” He pumped his manhood a few times and brought his tip to your hole. The head of his cock dragged around your folds and touched your clit, teasing at your opening and coating his flesh with your slick. “I'm gonna give you what you need sweet girl, don’t worry...” His eyes locked on yours, and moved his free hand to rest over your throat, thumb rubbing against your trachea. “Just remember who’s in charge.”

He pressed his hips forward into you, and there was no doubt.

“Ahhh!” You cried out as Brian’s cock stretched your walls, and every lustful thought and feminine urge condensed into the feeling of being split open around him. You were wet and unbelievably aroused, but still so incredibly full from just the tip of his cock. Brian was big enough to hurt most women: a fact you now knew first hand. It gave you even deeper respect for his dedication to foreplay. A buzz of danger and a breath of safety. It was a sensual necessity, often leading to multiple orgasms as a preparation or pre-emptive apology for what would come next. But he didn’t need to apologize to you, because you loved it. You loved his penis: how big it was, how useless he left you. Brian was larger than life in almost every way possible, and you didn’t think he had to apologize for it.

“God... darling...” Briain pushed in deeper every few seconds, drawing out the painful pleasure of entry. This was the moment you could most feel his size, as his flesh pulled apart your core. It seemed endless. You were so full, so stretched, and yet he grunted and thrust in further with still more length left to go. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said, almost unthinking, as his eyes closed shut and his mouth hung open to enjoy the sensation of your body submitting to his.

You were used to the size of him by now, but that didn’t stop the whimper form your throat. You just couldn’t tell if it was from being overwhelmed, or desperate for more. In answer, Brian snapped his hips one last time, bottoming out and ramming your cervix in the process. “Unngh...” you whined again, unable to do anything but pull him closer and wait for your body to adjust.

“Hush... that’s a good girl.” Brian stilled his hips, breathing heavily from the pleasure of being fully inside and wrapped his arms behind your head. He pulled you into his embrace and kissed your cheek, even as your mouth remained open, dealing with the huge stretch. “You beautiful, perfect girl,” he praised, “Taking my cock so well.”

You were overstimulated from your recent orgasm and couldn’t keep your muscles from fluttering around his cock, shaking through your thighs uncontrollably. And Brian loved it, because his fingers gripped your skin hard enough to never let you go. He chortled softly, and repeated “Good girl”.

It was a moment of absolute bliss: your bodies finally joined together again in the way they were made to be. Nothing timid. Just loving. The pitter-patter of your chest thudded against his.

Your head was spinning so much you almost didn’t hear his instructions. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

It was hard to recognize the white haze of submission, but you’d been craving it for so long that you relished the fuzzy thoughts. Everything was simple and happy when you belonged to Brian: you just had to please the wonderful man above you. His cock was huge and thick between your legs. The coarse pubic hair at its base tickled your skin. But Brian waited, and with every passing moment the burning stretch turned into dull throbbing, and then to desperation for more.

“I’m ready Sir.”

The urge to belong was strong tonight; you leaned on the title hard. He was your rock. Your protector. Brian May was the man you trusted to take care of you, and in return, you’d give him everything.

Brian exhaled as he tried a first thrust, whispering his appreciation into the night air, “Good girl... and remember you colours, ‘kay?”

His cock dragged heavy along your walls, driving you into immediate madness. There was a large temptation to mumble a quick ‘mmm hmm,’ but you knew Brian wanted a proper answer tonight. “I promise.”

As soon as the words left your mouth the hand on your neck tightened, and another wrapped around to clamp your waist. His fingers dug into your hip and he started moving in earnest, pulling your body upwards to meet his pelvis. You knew he would leave marks. You yearned for them. A soft whine escaped your lips, and you watched as Brian’s nostrils flared just slightly, sensing the musk in the air.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me tonight Y/N.” His hips snapped up against yours, plunging his length down the end of your channel, knocking your breath. “You’re gonna take me deep into your tight little cunt.”

Brian’s eyes were black as he stared back at you, fucking into your sopping hole. He held you down, stole your thoughts. He was using you, with every purposeful thrust. Stirring flames of pleasure through the ache that made you moan: loud, thankful, and wanton.

A rough growl met your higher tones, and you could feel the pleasant sting of his fingernails on your flesh. “I know you like being told what to do baby. I know how much you loved being naughty today.” From the way he snarled the words, and the way he threw his head to the ceiling, you knew he loved it too. “You like everyone knowing you’re my little slut. MINE."

Each phrase was punctuated with the blunt hardness of his cock: the wet sounds of sex and sin. Your pussy convulsed and clenched around him, trying to pull him in. To keep him impossibly deep so you were full forever. You wrapped your legs around his hips, seeking absolutely everything he’d give you. “P- please...”

Brian gritted his teeth, focusing on hard thrusts and voicing his innermost thoughts. “I bet you’d like them to be here right now, hmm? Watching as I fuck you. Then everyone would know you belong to ME.”

His cock re-enforced his words, claiming you to the core. The stretch pushed you so, so far, enhancing the pleasure of each movement. You were incoherent: chasing the driving ecstasy of his width. He was right. You wanted to be claimed.

“Mine,” Brian growled again, and you needed desperately to agree.

“I’m yours! Fuck me... Please!” You focused on the slick pumping of his bare cock inside you, the heady pleasure of that primal connection. You wanted it ALL. “Fill me up with your come.”

The hand around your neck tightened further, and you gasped for air. Your head was full of nothing but love, lust and foggy admiration as Brian processed your cries.

“Oh... I will sweetheart.” His voice was as rough as you’d ever heard it, bringing himself further to completion as much as it did you. “I'm gonna fill this little cunt so f-” he pounded deep into you again, “-so fucking full... until my come spills down your thighs and every, single, person knows who put it there. This pussy is MINE.”

He pulled out almost to the head and rammed his cock back into you. It was like a punch to the gut, from the inside. But so, SO good. He used you, and he squeezed your throat in his huge hand, like you were a doll for his pleasure. Your sex ached. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. It was just Brian, and his glorious length making your body his.

Brian barked a laugh at whatever sounds must have come from your lips, and swivelled his hips again. “Too much, little girl?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; you couldn’t think straight. Your tongue felt like lead. “No! Just... so...” there was no other word for it “...BIG.”

If there was any doubt Brian had a size kink too, it was gone now. He outright moaned above you, and you could feel his cock throb when he pushed to the very end of your channel. He barely fit inside you. He knew it, and he loved it. And it made the stretch so fucking good. Completely consuming.

A blue streak of curses poured from Brian’s mouth as he chased his peak. He wasn’t holding back, and he sure as hell wasn’t quiet. The adjoining rooms would be able to hear how hard he fucked you. How alive you made him feel.

His heavy balls swung against your arse with every thrust: slapping you like a dirty bitch as your muscles squeezed his shaft. His tummy was hot and sweaty when it pressed against your skin. His callused, beautifully aged hand gripped your supple young curves. The other wrapped your throat. The hard friction was too much... you were lost once again, shaking uncontrollably. So close to the brink of ecstasy. You just... needed...

“Come for me Y/N.” Brian’s growl invaded your ears. “Come on my big cock... and don’t. hold. back. I want to hear you.” His fingers bruised your hip, his cock pounded your cervix, and it was everything you needed.

“AAAHhhhh!!” You did what your master said, and screamed your orgasm into the room. It rang out over the sounds of your frantic coupling, echoing off the walls for all to hear. You were Brian’s, and you both didn’t care who knew.

“Fuck yes!! ...good girl.” The praise was almost inhuman as it flowed between Brian’s teeth.

Your vagina clenched again and again, pulsating and dripping as his cock continued thrusting. It drew everything out, prolonging the bone-shattering pleasure. No other man made you feel this way. No one but Brian.

“Come inside me Sir, please.” You could barely form words, still shocked in the throes of climax, but they were for him.

The final thrust was the hardest yet, and the bed shook as Bri poured all his energy into claiming you. Fucking deep into your pussy and spilling his seed with a satisfied grunt. “Grrngh!” he spat, sporadically moving his hips to chase the last waves of pleasure. “Fucking MINE!”

He bit down on the skin of your neck, just below your jaw and above his hand. Hard. And you came again, crying at the pain and the perfection. Tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t want him to let go. The sensation bloomed from your skin, down your spine, along your legs around his torso, and curled your toes. Your cunt milked his cock for everything he had, and just as he’d promised, it was too much for you to handle.

Brian’s hot come filled your womb and dripped down his scrotum onto your legs, joining the moisture of your own wetness on the bed. Evidence of pleasure shared and taken. Primal and real.

Endorphins were still running through your veins when the tremors stopped, Brian’s subtle movements ceased, and his tongue came out to heal the sting of his teeth. His kissed you, held you down. You were still there for his enjoyment, tiny in his hands. He took care of you, thankful for what happened.

No words were said for a long time. He remained inside and on top of you until both your breaths settled down and the dullness of sleep drifted near. Just kissing, cuddling. You smelled him with every inhale: masculine and safe. Nothing could hurt you when Brian was wrapped around you so.

Eventually his lips left yours, and a soft whisper reached your ears. “How’re you doing love?”

The faint, timid concern was detectable in his voice, but you didn’t mind. Pain still throbbed from your neck as a sharp reminder of his possession. Tenderness remained between your legs. Perhaps it had been a bit much for your first proper time since... the incident... but it’d developed organically. That’s just what happened when two souls let themselves get lost in passion. It’s what you fell into naturally. His marks on your skin were the most instinctive things in the world.

“I’m wonderful,” you sighed, still enjoying the thickness of his soft cock.

A beat, and then Brian’s quiet chuckle shook your chest. “Good.” There was no longer an apology in his tone. Inquisitive, interested fingers trailed softly to the bite mark on your throat. “Does it hurt?”

You opened your eyes to find his, flicking from your neck to your face. “Yes.” You told him the truth, and you smiled, pulling him closer with your arms and legs. Settling his cock inside. “Thank you.”

Dark eyes stared at yours, and you closed your eyelids, knowing they would watch over you as you drifted off to sleep.

“Thank YOU.”

Drawing by the talented @XanaduHoneydew !!

Chapter 115: A Day Well Spent

Notes:

I'm back!!! It's been a WHILE! Exams and holidays will do that to you I guess ;p I hope you enjoy this chapter... it's a long one! It's mostly fluff, but there's also some kinks/dynamics-type-stuff that I've wanted to explore for a while. Let me know what you think! Is this the last care-free day our lovers are gonna have?

You walked into your own room the next morning with the subtlest ache between your legs and the largest smile on your face. A few of the people passing in the hallway gave you funny looks, furrowing their brows at your grin, but you didn’t care. You were happy. Because of Brian. Wonderful, kind Brian and every joy he brought to your life.

You couldn't stop thinking about him. The memories of last night and many days prior flashed through your mind: his warm hands on your chest, the subtle praises he murmured in that silky voice, and the tiny smirk that couldn’t seem to leave his lips when he looked at you. Your feet took you into the bathroom and you flicked on the light, wondering humourously if you’d be able to see the happy thumping of your heart in the mirror.

Maybe it was your mind’s eye, but you thought you almost could. Nevertheless the girl in the reflection looked bright and bursting with love. Her eyes sparkled with the excitement you felt inside. Emotions came and went, but today was a great day, and you had a feeling it was going to get even better.

Brian wanted to take you out again, to enjoy the afternoon in Chicago. He didn’t tell you what he had planned and you didn’t ask. All that mattered was that you got to spend more time with him, and that he wanted to bring you along. You didn’t have anything else going on- the physical therapy work having died down a bit, which you were pretty sure Bri was behind- so you didn’t see any reason not to. So long as he behaved and nothing untoward happened.

There were certain, FEW disadvantages that came with sleeping in Brian’s room every night. A regular schedule and morning routine being one of them. You had about 20 minutes to freshen up before he knocked on your door. A quick wash of your face, a pin of your long hair so it wouldn’t be on your neck in the heat, and re-applying some light makeup didn’t take long at all. You didn’t normally pay extra attention to your looks when not performing, but it was becoming a habit for Brian.

You phoned your mother too, quickly, as you worked, because it didn’t sit quite right how you’d left things last night. As much as you wanted to forget the awkwardness Brian had caused, and the strange obliviousness he seemed to have about doing so, you thought it was better not to just leave it there. His new plan seemed to be to treat your relationship as one that was... normal. That it wasn’t something to hide or feel guilty about. And while you appreciated the thought and kindness behind his actions, there WAS something holding you both back from actually taking that step. Your relationship would never be ‘normal’.

So, you had a good chat with her and your father about life at the moment, and felt much freer to discuss everything without Brian in the room. You mum apologized again for how she’d embarrassed you, and you rolled your eyes as you reassured her. It wasn’t her fault. It was Brian’s. And you didn’t even want to think what he would have done if you didn’t hang up when you did.

You were almost done brushing your teeth when a shiny packet half-out of your toiletry bag caught your eye. You looked at your own reflection as you spat the toothpaste into the sink and silently berated yourself for the disparity between the current date and the number on the foil. Life at the moment was hectic and distracting, but you still had to be careful. You gave yourself a hard stare in the mirror as you swallowed two pills for today.

Finally, you picked your outfit, settling on the white skirt Brian had given you and a yellow tank top. You looked bright and summer-y, and you knew the perfect wedge heels to wear for walking around. Truth be told... it was almost impossible to walk next to Bri without them. He had to bend down to hear anything you said anyways. And you were a little hesitant to look like his... daughter... or granddaughter. Even thinking of it, you frowned, but maybe that was better than the alternative if he was recognized.

Just as you were pulling on the hem to straighten your skirt there was a knock on your door, and your frown turned into a wide grin. You practically skipped to the entrance with butterflies once again in your stomach. It didn’t matter what other people thought, only that you and Brian were happy.

The sight greeting you as you opened the door was NOT what you were expecting, and you stared for a moment, stunned, before covering you mouth and stifling a joyful laugh. Brian was standing in the hallway, smiling playfully under dark sunglasses and a baseball cap with ‘Chicago’ emblazed across the front, which you were pretty sure he’d just purchased from the gift shop downstairs. His black robot T-shirt and black cargos weren’t too unusual, but the whole ensemble together made him look rather like a tall, gangly UPS deliverer.

Between silent laughs you put a hand on your hip. “Do I know you?”

“Hah!” Brian chuckled back and brought his shades down onto his nose. “It’s me- Bri. Ingeniously camouflaged to take my wonderful girl into town without any interruptions.”

He played it up, acting as if his disguise had really fooled you and he had to explain himself. And you loved his faux whisper so much that you grabbed his arm and pulled him into your room for a greeting kiss- though you’d not even been apart an hour.

It was only once the door had clicked shut and Brian stepped back from your lips that you noticed he’d also put his hair up- in a low ponytail, sitting just below the hat in an incredibly messy puff of white curls. It set you off again of course, and God you didn’t want to make him self-conscious with your laughter but it was just so funny! He was adorable.

Especially when he silenced your laughs with his large palm and looked dartingly around the room. “Shhh Y/N... don’t give me away!”

The man was as sweet and dorky as he was sexy and smart. Perfect in every way. You knew it from the warmth in your chest and the love in your heart. He removed his hand once you settled down, and you smiled your appreciation.

“I won't,” you told him. “And you still look hot.”

It was Brian’s turn to laugh at that, as you both walked to the table, his little barking guffaw crisp and clear like always. “Thank you darling. I was gonna say the same to you. I’ve been reminiscing about that skirt since the moment I first saw you in it.” He smirked then, as he watched you recall that same moment in the fitting room. “We’ll have to get you some more things today, I think.”

You weren’t sure if he meant to hint you’d be DOING the same too, but as distracting as that thought was you couldn’t fight the urge to avoid his suggestion.

“I don’t need anything Bri, really. It’s nice to just-”

“Ah-ah,” he cut you off, “None of that now. Sweetheart... I KNOW you’re not here for money.” His voice turned a bit more serious, but still smiling, kind, understanding and imploring. “I know.” He put his hand over top yours. “But I’d like to spoil you a bit... too.” His eyes flicked down to the floor, almost embarrassed himself now. “If you’d let me.”

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. “We can do anything you’d like. I just wanted to make sure you know you don’t have to impress me or anything. I’m happy to go for a walk in the park, y’know? Or along the street.”

The sound of Brian’s sigh was sad and sweet, like he was expecting your answer but you weren’t getting quite to the point.

“Y/N, baby... We can definitely go for a nature walk. I’d love it. ...But I also know there’s a lot that I can’t do with you. We don’t have the time, and I’m...” Brian let that thought end prematurely, still looking at the ground, and shook his head. “This is something I CAN do.”

Hazel eyes dared to meet yours again. And you knew you were missing something from the way his brows bent as he kept speaking. “Don’t make me have to say it.”

You really were confused.

“I’m sorry Bri... say... what?”

Brian laughed again, much more nervous than when you were joking at the door. “That I want to spoil you.” His gaze pierced into yours. “Give you things.”

He looked at you with heavy eyes that carried the weight of his seriousness. The same deep feeling in your stomach appeared under his attention- like it had in the room with Jim. You were nervous, excited, and all your nerves burned with a molten fire that you didn’t yet understand. But oh how you wanted to find out.

“I...” The words died in your throat, unsure how to answer, especially with those hazel eyes looking through you. “Yeah. Okay... I think if you’d like that, I’d like that too.”

God! Why was it so difficult to form words in front of this man? You were still struggling with the feelings swirling through your body, but Brian smiled. Some part of your overwhelmed, innocent response must have made sense to him.

“Thank you,” he said, calmly. “And we can have that walk too of course... or go to the bookstore... or museum!”

As he kept talking the words became more energetic. The sudden return of the nerd you loved made an appearance drove a smile onto your own face. Brian’s positivity was contagious, especially dressed as he was- in that stupid hat. In only a few moments you were laughing again, covering your mouth with your hands, but nodding along to everything he suggested.

“That all sounds amazing Bri.”

“Good... good.”

You were both grinning and laughing: past any awkwardness and on the same page once more. The nervous excitement passed into silence, until Brian clapped his palms on his thighs.

“Well, are you ready to go then?”

You nodded, still with tight cheeks from your smile. But you couldn’t stop your eyes from flicking to the disastrous tie of hair beneath his hat. Obviously Brian thought the outfit was necessary- and you trusted his judgement- but surely he could do better than that? At the very least he was going to overheat with the numerous stray curls currently falling all over his neck.

Sensing your stare, and perhaps feeling a bit self-conscious, Brian’s hand reached out to grab his pony tail. “What?”

“Do you want me to fix your hair for you?” The words came out automatically, and you almost didn’t know you’d said them until Brian’s brows furrowed. You rapidly tried to explain yourself, “I mean... it’s kinda falling out already. Not to say you can’t do your own hair or anything but I’m good at it. If you want.”

To your surprise, Brian bobbed his head. Maybe it was a tell of how close your relationship had grown. Maybe he didn’t want to let you down. “Go for it darling, thank you. Although I don’t think there’s much you can do with my bloody hair.”

He took his hat off, laid it on the desk, pulled the single elastic from his hair and sat still in his chair like the model student he probably was ages ago. Long fingers delicately presented the hair tie to your reaching hands. You walked up behind Brian with a thumping heart: somehow more nervous now than during scandalous activities.

Unfortunately, your hands started to shake with the perceived pressure. You knew Brian was both proud and sensitive of his hair. You doubted many were allowed the intimacy of touching it. You wanted to do the good job that your recent foolish self had claimed you could.

Brian could probably feel the tremors in your fingers as soon as you placed them on his scalp, but you pushed on, trying to maintain a nonchalant façade for your own sake and hoping he didn’t say anything. The slight thinning patch on top of his head was easily overwhelmed by the sheer volume of curls surrounding it. He had a great head of hair. A very famous one. And he trusted you to touch. And not make a big deal about it. Unfortunately, no one told your shaking hands that. You tentatively gathered strands of white hair, bringing them together to tie.

“Darling, I’m not going to bite.”

Your hands stilled then. As grateful as you were for his reassurance, his words couldn’t help but bring up the throbbing of your neck. A purple bruise had already formed from sharp teeth, and you knew very well that the man could see it. He’d claimed you- visibly- and you thought you should remind him.

“Well... actually...” As you drifted off, the grin on Brian’s face could be seen from space.

“Point taken.” He laughed, and reached behind his back to squeeze your thigh. “But don’t be afraid of pulling my hair. I’m a big boy; I can take it.”

Again, it was unclear if Brian referenced your comments last night intentionally. This time you let it go, but were more than aware of the size preferences you’d both emphasized in the dark.

You continued on your task with your nerves having faded a bit. Brian’s soft curls ran through your fingers, springing back into place if you let them go. In no time at all you had a new pony tail tied: this time, with minimized loose ends from his many layers. It was higher too, which allowed you to pop it through the baseball cap and keep it off his neck. When you were done, patting the top of the hat softly, his hair did indeed look better. It was as neat as possible, but still seemed untamed and unchangeably fluffy.

“There ya go Bri.”

He gave a quick shake of his head, testing the stability of your creation, and must have been pleased with the result. “Thanks love,” he smiled, “Your talents know no bounds.”

You gave him a kiss on the cheek. The smooth caress of freshly shaved skin was perfect on your lips, as was the taught movement of his subsequent grin.

“Ready?”

Brian held out his hand for you to help him out of his seat when you nodded, and you walked, hand in hand, through the hotel hallways until you reached the street. There, the beautiful tall man beside you put on his sunglasses. His eyebrows peeked over the tops, wagging at you. You both smirked as you remembered your earlier interaction.

“Who are you and what have you done with Brian?” you asked, beaming up with a loopy grin

He laughed, and slung a long arm around your shoulders. Everything the man did increased your heart rate, and your infatuation. Your chest felt unbelievably full. He even shortened his strides to match yours as you started walking. There was no Phil, no entourage. You were simply together, and happy.

…

Brian wasn’t stopped once as you walked through the park: strong support for his disguise efficacy. You were quite frankly shocked, but very pleasantly surprised. It didn’t stop a few glancing looks your way, or keep nosy heads from turning, but that was okay. Even without fame you knew the pair of you seemed unusual.

So when you’d walked a good ways down the trail, and Brian’s hand reached out to take yours, you let him. It was such a sweet gesture, and you longed to feel the strong safety of his touch. It also gave you a rush of adrenaline, being seen like this. Behaving outwardly like a proper couple, even if it was all a sham and the love of your life would leave you in a few weeks. For now though, you loved him, and you were finally allowed to show it. Perhaps more eyes followed you down the path- with your elbow bent to grasp his higher hand- but they didn’t affect you negatively. You were proud to be Brian’s, even without his recognizable face... and under his stupid hat.

There was even a kiss under a shady tree branch, partially sequestered but still visible to those walking by. Of course, you were against the idea. Nervous about the off-chance that anyone had followed you through the park. The magazine article still weighed heavy in your mind. But it didn’t in Brian’s. His eyes sparkled, his lips twitched. He needled and persuaded, arguing like the sly wordsmith he was until you caved in to what you didn’t want to resist in the first place.

So his lips met yours, sealing your connection in the fresh air of a perfect summer day. Perhaps, if someone were to walk by there would be confusion, or judgement. At worst, exposure. But in that moment you didn’t care. Because Brian was kissing you, and he tasted divine.

He held you a little closer walking out of the park. A little tighter to his side. Possessive, maybe, or more confident.

…

Brian took you to the Adler Planetarium. It was a surprise, but as soon as you saw the sign you grinned. Of COURSE he did. It was a quicker stop than you both wanted, being a matching pair of total nerds, but the displays were interesting and beautiful. You suspected that Brian knew rather more than the info blurbs contained, adding tid-bits of information for your enjoyment. He’d watch you, observing closely as you digested some fact, and then look away immediately when you returned his gaze. The light blush on his cheeks was adorable. And you loved how much he seemed to care about you having a good time.

He was keen to share his passion, but you could tell he was holding back. Afraid of talking too much or monopolizing the conversation. It was at an image of the Ring Nebula that you finally set things right.

“You know, Dr. May, I’d love to hear anything you have to add. Anytime.”

His eyes widened slightly, and looked up from the colourful image to meet yours. “You would?”

Your heart sank a little at the genuine shock in his voice, and by how the surprise let said shock slip through his filter of confidence. You clearly weren’t doing a good enough job. You were always eager to hear his voice and indulge his interests. Not only that, but you were GENUINELY excited by the subject matter. You hated that Brian felt he would bore you. You hated that anyone had made him feel that way before.

“Yes Bri... of COURSE I would. I love learning from you.”

The genuine sentiment of your words came through, because immediately, Brian lit up. Your heart fluttered. There was absolutely nothing better in this world than making that man happy.

That’s how you learned that the Ring Nebula- or M57- was formed from a star much like ours, and that all that was left in the middle of the colorful clouds was a white dwarf. You also found out that Brian was currently in correspondence with a man who was converting such nebulae into stereo (based on actual scientific measurements). He was planning to make it a book. He even had a preliminary 3D image of M57 somewhere on his phone- “give me a sec to find it darling.” Of course, there was shock and excitement when you admitted that, yes, you could free-view, and playful chiding that you’d hidden this fact from him so long.

In rebuttal you pointed out that it was best to keep some surprises in a relationship. Words he’d said himself in your first few days together. And you were always slightly embarrassed to admit past adulation/obsession with the man you were currently fucking. Not that Brian cared, or that the thought even crossed his mind; he was still beaming with excitement. Innocent and almost child-like in his enjoyment.

And passion really was contagious, because by the time it was your turn for the projected sky show, you were as excited as Brian was. It didn’t disappoint. The images were breathtaking, the atmosphere incredible, and the big, warm arm that snuck across your shoulders in the dark was the comfiest backrest you could ask for.

The sneaky lips on your neck didn’t hurt either.

…

The bookstore was fun and simple. Your newfound interest in nebulae found fuel in a few titles, all but thrown into your hands by Brian. You probably looked quite the pair at the checkout counter: him in his hat and shades indoors, thrusting a credit card at the cashier, and you glued to his side, trying to read the first chapter before even leaving the store.

He insisted on carrying the bag of your spoils- however easy to manage it was. Chivalrous, always, and just old-fashioned enough to be endearing. He treated you like you were special, delicate. But not incompetent or inferior. His gentle hand at the small of your back was always welcome.

The bag of books was soon joined by a few others, all hung through Brian’s fingers. He’d bought you some new heels, perfume and a gorgeous jacket. Despite how he reassured you that it wasn’t a strain on his wallet, you could tell it was becoming a strain on his arms. Perhaps he should have brought Phil after all... at least for the heavy lifting.

“You know Bri, I can carry some of those.”

He looked over his shoulder at you briefly, still walking along the sidewalk. “It’s okay sweetheart; I’m fine.”

You watched him stride forward, limping slightly from the ache in his knees. You knew that even the movements of a concert were tough, so the long walk today must have been hard. Still, there was no disappointment in your mind. Brian didn’t need to hurt himself to prove his masculinity.

You reached out to grab one of the bags. “Let me take this.”

The tension on the handle stopped Brian’s footsteps, but he was as stubborn as always. “I said I’m fine.”

Usually, stern disapproval in Brian’s voice was enough to make you follow orders. But not this time.

“Look- I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You’re limping.”

“I’m not.”

The nervousness... the insecurity in his eyes was impossible to miss, no matter how much he tried to hide it. He glanced around, unable to meet your gaze and suddenly finding a nearby street sign very interesting. Sighing to yourself, you shuffled closer and raised up as high as you could on your toes to place a supportive kiss on his chin. It was a busy sidewalk, but you didn’t mind. Brian was more important.

“I don’t care about those things Bri, you know that.”

His broad shoulders rose as he took a deep breath, then fell. His eyes returned to yours. You were standing close together with your toes almost touching. He returned your kiss on the lips, drawing you in to a gentle caress. Like love condensed. Acceptance appreciated. It was much too long and far too intimate for the time and the place. It was perfect.

Breathing again, you pulled back and tried not to be self-conscious about the stares facing your direction. Strangers didn’t know the first thing about you. What mattered was that there was a shy smile back on Brian’s mouth, and the smallest smudge of lipstick. You wiped it off with your thumb.

“I’m getting surgery soon,” Brian said, suddenly, “For my knee.”

“Oh... that’s good.”

“After the tour.” He started walking again, wordlessly handing you two of the 4 small bags, which made you smile. Stubborn to the end. “I’m not usually such an immobile old man.”

Subtle bitterness remained in his tone, but clearly at the situation rather than you. It always pained you to see Brian upset. You did what you could to help.

“Definitely not. Until today I didn’t even notice you were hurting- I'm sorry.”

“Well... don’t worry about that. I try not to let it affect me.”

“I know.” You kept pace beside him for a few more strides. “I’d still have liked to help.”

“Mmm,” he hummed as he nodded, perhaps ready to switch off the subject. But the silence that followed wasn’t unpleasant. You walked with matching strides and matching hearts until, eventually, you reached a new row of stores. “One more stop before we head home?”

“Sure Bri.”

He brought you into a bright store with full length glass windows. You wouldn’t have given it a second thought on your own, walking by with no intention to enter. It seemed the sort of overpriced place where the staff wouldn’t leave you alone, and when a well-dressed attendant came to greet you as you entered, you knew you were right. You had to remind yourself that it was Brian’s money.

Perhaps, looking at the pair of you, the man from the shop didn’t expect you to shop here. While it wasn’t kind to judge on appearance, you couldn’t fully blame him. Brian’s outfit didn’t exactly scream high society.

“Can I help you with anything?” he asked, leaning forward, clearly trying to be polite but letting a certain snide tone into his voice.

He started to rub you the wrong way, but Brian wasn’t having any of it. “Yes, actually. We’re looking for a dress.”

If the shop assistant was surprised, to his credit, it didn’t show. “Right this way.”

You were led into a section where dresses lined the walls. There was a large, multi-angle mirror in the centre and a few chairs for customers to sit. Fitting rooms were close by for anything you wanted to try on.

The assistant pointed everything out to you and turned to give you some time alone. “Let me know if there’s a size I can get or anything else you need.”

You and Brian both nodded, thanking him, and he backed away. You noticed he didn’t leave completely though, and kept a watchful eye on your movements. Again, anger bubbled in your veins. As if you were gonna take anything.

Luckily, Brian’s soft voice drew you out of your stewing. “Something that tickles your fancy?”

You looked around, glancing at all the beautiful gowns, not even sure where to start. “Yes... well... almost anything. I’m not really sure what we’re looking for?”

“I have a little something planned... not sure where just yet, but... I want to get you a nice dress for the occasion.” Brian’s beautiful eyes met yours, and his lips turned up into a smile at the obvious excitement on your face.

You could barely contain yourself; thoughts were running through your mind of all the possibilities. Knowing Bri, they were practically endless. And that left you with a question. “What kind of dress?”

It was an innocent query, but from Brian’s actions he clearly didn’t think so. He stepped closer to you, invading your space and using his much bigger body to cage you in.

“Well, after our discussion the other day... I think we’re both on the same page.” He leaned down, close to your face, and put all the sinful promise he could into his voice. “I want to show you off.”

A lump suddenly formed in your throat, and Brian watched your neck as you swallowed. The implication stirred your arousal, and you crossed your legs, sensing the wetness developing between them. It took you a while to answer, but you knew just what to say when you did.

“Then I guess the question is, do you see anything YOU like?”

God, it felt good when you surprised him. Brian’s eyes widened enough that you knew he hadn’t thought of it before. And the way he licked his lips told you he loved the suggestion. He was in control, and you loved that, but you decided the terms.

The tenor that met your ears was a little rougher than it’d been seconds ago. “I’d be glad to have a look.”

Giving your shoulders a squeeze, Brian headed towards the various racks of dresses. He shuffled through a few options as you took a seat on one of the chairs. Looking fondly, you noticed he was gravitating towards the shorter dresses. Those with plunging necklines and tight skirts. You could feel your face heating from just the thought. When he said he wanted to show you off, he wasn’t kidding. And it wasn’t off-putting. There was something about the dynamic of it all that you loved. Something kinky and alluring. Freeing. The selection of outfits in his hand were the type you were always curious of trying on- just to see how they would look- but you always refrained. Today though, Brian would give you the excuse you needed. You could be vain when it wasn’t your decision. It was absolutely invigorating.

Everything he’d chosen so far was beautiful, but you let out a gasp just as he did when he unveiled the most gorgeous, daring dress you’d ever seen. It was a dark gold colour, studded with gems and shimmering in the light with every movement. The bodice was spectacular: a low neckline reaching just above the navel with material that looked like glistening wings coming up on each side to cover your breasts. They tied in a bow at the back of your neck. The straight skirt would reach about mid-thigh, with a teasing dip in the middle. All in all, it was jaw-dropping. You’d look like the most sinful angel on earth.

Brian seemed to think the same thing. “For my little angel?” He looked over at you for permission to put something so revealing in the pile, but his eyes were dark. You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.

You nodded, and Brian smirked, looking very much like the devil who’d ensnared his own slice of heaven. A man who could bend you to his whims. Who would corrupt you, ruin you, and leave you begging for more... all the while holding you at the end of his leash for all to see his spoils.

Your panties were soaking wet now, and you wouldn’t have said no to another foray in the dressing room, had it not been so small, and so exposed. You couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel.

A few moments later Brian gestured for the shop assistant to come over. He asked for all of his choices in your size. Both pairs of eyes looked over at you as they discussed, one set dark, one set forcibly neutral. And maybe that made the feeling in your gut even better- depraved thing that you were.

The first dress you tried on fit well on your frame, as did the second. The third not so much. Anything with promise left the fitting room with you, brought out for Brian to see. You’d walk and turn slowly, holding yourself with as much grace as you could, and try to put on a G rated show.

“Beautiful darling... Gorgeous... Oh, that one’s lovely.” There were various phrases that left Brian’s lips as you asked his opinion on each option. They were always positive. Both the gleam in his eyes and the words of praise made you feel unbelievably good. And it wasn’t ALL about your looks, for he’d comment on what suited you and what didn’t, or what he could tell you were more comfortable in. You knew Brian cared for you on more than a physical level, and he constantly made sure you were comfortable.

The attendant’s gaze followed you around the room occasionally, helping the few other customers but ready for anything you needed. And also clearly curious. He’d glance back and forth between you and Brian as if trying to deduce your relationship. From the look on his face he couldn’t make up his mind.

In any case, you’d saved the best for last: the angel dress was the final piece hanging in the changing stall. You stepped into it with anticipation, excited by the unusual design... and the way Brian might look at you in it. It was tight, clingy, hugging your waist and ass. The skirt sat nicely on your upper thighs. You brought the ‘wings’ up over your torso and tied them as best you could, with the beaded strings falling down your bare back. Here... alone in the stall... you loved it. Before you met Brian you would never have dreamed of wearing it elsewhere. But now... you certainly might.

Taking a breath, you opened the door for one final viewing and tried to maintain an air of confidence. The hazel eyes that met you more than helped.

“Fuckin’ hell...” Brian swore, and his jaw opened slightly as he stared at you. Full-on stared, shamelessly. “Christ Y/N. You’ll be the death of me.”

Grinning like a cat, you stalked over to where he was sitting and stood between his legs- just close enough to be improper. “D’ya like it?”

“Of course I bloody do.”

You grinned, twirling around once again for his viewing pleasure. “Me too.”

You could tell Brian was looking at your ass when you locked eyes with him again and they flicked up from your rear. Good. Your core clenched happily. You’d never tire of the want in his expression. That was kind of the point, after all.

Your disguised lover cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure. “Go over to the mirror for me sweetheart.”

You complied, and he followed, pushing with his hands to ease tired knees off the chair. You stood as a pair, facing your reflections and each admiring the other. The two of you could not look more mismatched if you tried. His baseball cap, sunglasses sitting on the brim, cargo shorts and T-shirt were endearing, but not traditionally sexy. You looked like a high-class socialite with a rather slutty sense of fashion. However, it was impossible to miss how his hands drifted onto your shoulders. How he stood behind you, squeezing. Brian clearly liked what he saw, and his fingers were showing his possessiveness subconsciously. As did the bite mark still purple on your neck.

“You look beautiful,” he said, and then leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Like a delicious little treat. This is perfect for what I have planned.”

Of course it was at this time that the shop assistant made his way back over to you, unaware that he was interrupting the rhythmic throbbing of your sex.

“Find anything you like?”

You and Brian both nodded, simultaneously in the mirror. With this confirmation, Brian took the lead.

“We’ll take this one.”

Again, there seemed to be a quick shock of surprise on the store worker’s face, but he camouflaged it well. “Excellent! I’ll wait here while you undress and help you at the till.”

You stepped back into the changing stall and began to take off the dress, but half way though re-dressing in your regular outfit, Brian’s voice carried through the door.

“I’m just going to grab something else quickly Y/N... I’ll meet you there.”

You were once again curious, but you could wait. “Okay!” A soft patter of feet left the area, and you smiled to yourself. Your entire body felt light and bubbly. You even liked his footsteps.

When you exited the stall, the assistant was there waiting just as he’d said. “Shall we?” He looked far too perky as he addressed you, and held out his hand for you to place the dress.

So you did so, nodded and followed him down the hallway. Unfortunately, a few steps into the journey you could tell something was still on his mind. Something about you, and the older man you’d arrived with. Tightening your fists, you hoped he would keep his mouth shut.

When you turned the corner, your hopes were dashed. He gestured to the check-out counter and said something banal to get the information he apparently so desperately needed.

“If you and your father want to come this way, I’ll--”

Your spine went rigid, and as much as you’d expected it, you couldn’t let him continue.

“He’s not my father.”

“Oh... I’m so sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to assume...”

You just wished he’d fucking stop talking. “Don’t worry about it,” you grumbled out. Your legs felt like lead. You wanted to move to any possible topic but that one. “Just thank your lucky stars he wasn’t here to hear you say that.”

You tried to give him a good-natured smile even while your insides churned. Sure, you had certain titles in the bedroom, but thinking of Brian in that way didn’t make you feel good.

“Err...” the man was dreadfully awkward, “...this way to the till.”

It was an entire interaction you would gladly forget, but seemingly unavoidable from the start. Some people just couldn’t resist being nosey. “Thanks.”

You could tell he was a little satisfied with himself, and you decided then that your first instincts were right. He was a judgmental twat. Especially as he rang up the dress before Brian returned and looked at you expectantly. The man that had made assumptions on your looks as you walked in was now making assumptions about your relationship. You put a lot of effort into maintaining a neutral face. Fuck him, but he was right.

And you practically died when you saw the price tag. No wonder these stores didn’t label their items. No dress on the planet should have four digits before the decimal place.

“Umm...” you stalled, fighting a dry mouth. “I’ll have to wait for him.”

The man’s lips remained flat, but his eyes reeked of confirmed suspicions. “Of course.”

It was a strange thing. You hated this man. Hated the condensation and the situation. But some part of you felt... good? You were still unspeakably aroused. Your gut still fluttered with nervous pleasure. Perhaps, here, with strangers, a piece of you enjoyed the embarrassment. You were Brian’s good little girl... and maybe you liked when people could tell. Especially when you saw him walking your direction with a confident stride and a golden tie that would match your dress perfectly.

“This too please.”

His voice was strong, and he put a hand on your shoulder while he waited. You fucking loved him with all your heart. Standing here, together, unashamedly yourselves for the world to see, you thought you better understood why Brian wanted to take you shopping. There WAS a certain thrill in it. And it wasn’t about the money.

With that thought though, something came to your mind. You spoke just loud enough for the sound to reach Brian’s ear and not over the till. “I’m sorry Bri... I didn’t know it would be this much.” He leaned down to hear you better. “We can pick something else...”

Brian dismissed your worry with a subtle frown, waving you off with his credit card clutched in his hand. He was slightly confused, half listening to you and half to the man behind the counter as he stated the total. You guessed it was then that everything clicked.

“Oh my...” Brian looked at the screen in surprise too, but chuckled a bit, almost finding it humorous rather than concerning. He still put his card in the machine without hesitation. The beeps of his PIN were the only sounds, and then beautiful dark eyes turned to meet yours.

“Well, darling... let’s hope it’s a damn good party.”

Chapter 116: Honesty

Notes:

Hi all! Here's a fluffy chapter for you before Bri's party plans come to fruition! It underwent a good few drafts, with the majority of them far more angsty than the finished product. So you're welcome, I guess? Or maybe I possess a lot of Y/N's avoidance :o

Thanks to one of my favourite commenters- a native Chicagoan- who informed me of the readily available stores around town. ;p

It made you nervous to know how much Brian had spent on you today. Walking with the bags of your spoils, you felt more like a sugar baby than ever before. You did like it- liked the uneasy feeling it stirred inside your stomach. You weren’t embarrassed to be seen with him, but you WERE embarrassed to be seen as some sort of... toy.

A good sort of embarrassed though, for you knew this was part of the game. Your limbs felt light and numb as you padded the sidewalk next to him. He loved you for many reasons. Your looks were just one of them, and at this point you were pretty sure it had more to do with how you reacted to him.

As you left the store, Brian kept glancing in your direction, and a damning smirk pulled his lips. He liked to see you red and flustered. You liked to see him confident.

There was no one you’d rather walk beside.

You were about half-way back to the hotel when a young child chasing a ball ran out in front of the two of you, startling you to a halt. The various shopping bags swung forward and crashed against each other softly; your shoulder bumped into Brian’s back.

You turned to apologize, but when your balance returned you found he was already occupied. Without a moment’s thought- instinctively- Brian had dropped his bags and instead grabbed the little girl’s arm. He clutched her close as the ball rolled out into the street, bouncing between moving cars. You were stunned for a moment, and so was the child.

She was understandably distraught: in the arms of a stranger while her ball was seemingly lost to the traffic. But Brian calmed her down.

“It’s okay darling. I’m sorry.” He apologized for grabbing her so suddenly, and quickly let go of everything but her little hand. “I couldn’t let you run out into the street.”

“Emily!” A frantic voice joined Brian’s smooth one, calling from behind the hedge she’d appeared from. A motherly figure scrambled to the streetside, eyes wide. You both heard and felt the sigh of relief from her chest when she realized the situation.

“Oh my god,” she took a heavy breath, “Thank you.”

The girl, who couldn’t be more than 4, reached up for her mother’s hand, tears brimming in her little eyes. She knew she’d done something foolish. Kids could always sense worry.

Brian didn’t let go until she was in her mom’s grip. “Don’t worry about it. Just glad she’s safe.”

The woman kissed her daughter’s head, just now noticing the array of bags strewn across the pavement. “I’m sorry-” she grimaced, “Emily, we don’t leave the yard without mommy, okay? The cars are dangerous.”

Her eyes flicked up to Brian again, creased in another apology for the state of your shopping.

He picked up one of the bags, and you made yourself busy with the rest while he addressed the poor mother again.

“Really, it’s fine. No harm done. ...and she’s adorable.” You’d never noticed such a paternal softness in his voice before. He gazed at the family and tilted his head. “I have an Emily too.”

A kind smile replaced the worry on the woman’s face. “Yeah?”

“Grown now, o’course. But every bit as sweet as this one.”

She laughed softly through her nose. “When she’s not trying to get herself killed. Thank you again for stepping in like that.” She gathered her daughter to her side and addressed her next sentence down to her. “Now we’ll go get the ball, okay? Together.” Lastly, her eyes flicked back to you, and to Brian. “Sorry.”

“It’s no trouble.” “No worries.” You both answered at the same time, and shared a smile because of it. The woman and child walked off with another 'thank you' and wave, ready to search for the prized toy. You had to admit it was pretty adorable.

Seeing your arms weighed down with most of the bags, Brian silently held out his hand to take a couple more. A hero and a gentleman. As you started walking again his recent actions played over in your mind.

“That was good of you Bri. I didn’t even notice what was happening and you’d already grabbed her.” It was true, and you felt a slightly guilty to admit it.

“It just comes from years of parenting, don’t worry. I’m honestly surprised the reflex is still there. Don’t think I could handle a young one now at the ripe ol’ age of ninety-five.”

You looked up to see risible eyes, bouncing at you as you walked. “You’re not ninety-five,” you said, playing into his obvious faff with an eye-roll. You put on a mock serious expression. “You’re fifty-two, right?”

“Right.” He winked and puffed out his chest, which made you giggle. You were hopelessly in love.

Joking and pleasantness aside, there were certain thoughts buzzing through your head that hadn’t been there before. About Brian, and his family. Things that weighed on your mind. Your lived experiences were vastly different. His children were all older than you. You knew he loved them, but he had never mentioned any of them to you in conversation. Yet he’d just spoken of Emily so fondly to a complete stranger.

Perhaps he didn’t want to bring up the inherent problems that caused in your relationship. Maybe he didn’t want to admit it to himself. Maybe he was with you to forget his past, even for a few weeks. You tried to squash the nagging voice that told you he simply didn’t value you enough to discuss those things.

It was just difficult to pair Brian the family man with the rock star who fucked you senseless every night. You didn’t like thinking about his proper life, back home, away from you. The selfish thought came to your mind unbidden, and your stomach rolled unpleasantly in self-judgement.

A good few steps down the road, the worry didn’t go away. His words repeated again and again in your head. You remembered the extra pill from this morning, and the missed dates on the foil. Suddenly, what had earlier seemed like an impossible chance, was all the more frightening. You couldn’t do that to him.

“I have something I need to tell you.” You blurted the words out before you could stop yourself from coming clean.

Happy brows knitted at your tone, surprised at the sudden turn. But he was kind and open. “Anything.”

You told yourself to take a deep breath; that he wouldn’t jump to conclusions.

“I’ve missed taking some of my birth control pills.”

"..."

You thought you might throw up.

“...Oh.”

Brian didn’t seem to know what to say, he just kept walking with a rigid stride from his sore knees. You were extremely nervous of his reaction. In his position, it was possible for a woman to take advantage with a few purposeful missteps. You didn’t want him to ever think that was your intention, but anger was a valid reaction to broken trust.

It turned out, however, that his response was rather flat. Careful.

“Is it... a worry?”

“I don’t know...” You proceeded with caution, but knew you’d taken the right step by telling him, and that kept the trust you’d built together. “I mean... you’re...” you looked up and crinkled your eyes at him, hoping to smother your worry, “...fifty-two...”

“Baby...” He knew you were joking, but his tone emphasized the need for a serious conversation. There was no question of Brian’s virility in your mind.

“I know. Sorry. I just thought I should tell you, because it wouldn’t be fair not to.”

A gentle breath left his perfect bowed lips: not quite a sigh, but close. “Thank you.” He mustered up the courage to give you a quick glance and a tiny smile. “I appreciate your concern. It’s a tiny chance in the scheme of things, I know, but... would you be okay with...” He paused a moment, and seemed to struggle with how to phrase his words. He clearly didn’t want to tell you what to do with your body. But you’d told him because you wanted him to have input.

With the support of your hand on his elbow, he continued. “...be okay with stopping somewhere to... deal with it?”

Perhaps not the best wording, but you could tell he was just as uncomfortable as you were, for different reasons.

“Oh God, of course Bri.” You assured him immediately. “It was a complete accident... I’ve just been caught up recently in...” you looked at his attentive eyes, and couldn’t hide the truth. “Well, in all the things you make me feel.”

The blush on your cheeks made his cheeks tighten- and you could play into the humour there.

“You’re very distracting.”

He did chuckle then, softly laughing at your admission. It was only a few steps before he decided he was content, and lobbed his own rebuttal.

“It’s not my fault, when you walk around looking like you do. Practically begging for it.”

Damn. That voice could melt anything. You felt yourself wetting already, because his accusations were completely true.

“Says the man who just purchased the most revealing dress I’ve ever seen...”

“I didn’t see you complaining in the shop.”

“Definitely not. I know what you like.”

“Mmm...” he hummed: deep, low and attractive. It satisfied you to no end how much he enjoyed your attention to his desires. “What I especiallylike, is the beautiful girl underneath. And her sweet smile.”

From dark and sexy, to impossibly genuine, in a heartbeat.

“God I love you.”

He laughed again, grinning and happy. Your immediate bluntness had surprised him so soon after the playful conversation.

“I’m glad. Cause I rather love you too.”

You didn’t know if you’d both simply avoided scary thoughts with flirting and humour, but it felt good to be smiling again. A few blocks later Brian waited outside while you purchased some Plan B from Walgreen’s. There was no further mention of the incident after his vague, uncomfortable suggestion. Brian was kind, open-minded and as supportive as he could be, but there were some places he wouldn’t go. You couldn’t fault him for it; he grew up long ago- with a certain set of roles to play- and this didn’t fall in any of them. It was an unavoidable fact you’d learned to accept and love.

…

You downed the new pill immediately once you returned to the hotel. Despite your plethora of recent sins, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t send a quick prayer for its efficacy. Like Brian had said, the chances of anything happening were low... but maybe some overkill would at least settle your nerves.

Not that you hated the thought of Brian’s child growing inside you. In fact...

No.

Now was not the time for trivial fantasies.

You shook your head, hard. It seemed today had drawn up a LOT of forbidden desires. First the shopping, the mention of whatever party Brian was planning, and then a rare sight of his fatherly instincts. You looked over to the various bags on the coffee table and your mind flashed to recent memory.

Of how he’d led you around town by his strong hand, the things he’d taught you, bought you... the dark glint in his eyes when you’d tried on the golden dress. You remembered the gentle tilt of his brow when his safe arms wrapped around the little girl.

A strange, warm shiver ran from your ankles up the back of your legs. It settled, heavy, deep in your swollen core. You wondered if the way his arms held you looked all that different. The shop assistant’s words echoed in your mind unpleasantly. ‘You and your father’.

A puzzled frown fell upon your lips, trying to push the sticky thought from your mind. You already knew how you looked together. You’d learned today that you liked it. It was freeing to act how you both wanted, because being together was better than any judgement you received.

So you didn’t know why your head was caught up in something that didn’t matter.

Even when evening rolled around, you couldn’t quite kick what was bugging you. You and Brian were once again settled in his huge set of rooms, draped over each other on the couch. He was lying across the cushions on his back, fitting his tall body on the large seat for once, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly. You sat in between his legs and leaned back against his stomach, using his warm softness as a pillow, scrolling through your own phone.

You came across a certain guitarist in your Instagram feed, and grinned, gripping the strong thighs beside you. He’d posted some photos of the recent concerts. You held the phone up for Brian to see.

“Well, who’s this sexy man?”

Pulling his reading glasses down his angular nose to see your offering properly, he chuckled when he realized who it was. You bounced up and down on his tummy as he did so.

“You better not have eyes for anyone else Y/N.” The fake warning in his voice was too cute to pass up.

“I don’t know... he’s pretty hot. I think I’ll tell him.”

In a flurry of activity, your thumbs liked Brian’s post and typed out a comment. It was a bit thirsty, but fit right in with the other praises female fans had left before you.

‘Looking GOOD Bri! The only way these pics could get hotter is if I could hear them too. <3’

Followed by a gratuitous use of the fire emoji, of course.

Brian watched it all amusedly, laughing when you actually sent the comment, and immediately went back to his phone. You were curious, but didn’t say anything as he swiped and typed on his own screen (albeit at a much slower speed than you).

You knew what he’d done when your phone pinged on your lap. A new follower on your profile: @brianmayforreal, a liked comment, and a simple reply.

‘XX Bri’

Double tapping the new text, you turned as far as you could to face him. “Is this your way of asking for kisses?”

He was grinning subtly, looking so very tempting even at the awkward angle- chin folds and all. “Maybe.”

There was no way you were missing that opportunity. “Your wish is my command,” you said, grandly, and rolled your hips over to press against his. Front to front, you lied atop him and sought his lips.

Brian’s body was soft and warm underneath you. He brought his knees up slightly and rounded his shoulders, as if to cradle and keep you close. His lips were moist velvet; his tongue happy and insistent. He explored your mouth gently, and after a moment, let you explore his. You loved the taste of him. The caress of his tongue and the small suction his full lips provided were so addictive that you found yourself leaning even further against him, moaning for more.

To answer your sounds, he rubbed his big hands up and down your sides. He circled his thumbs at the crest of your hip bones. Raked his fingers across your stomach. Brian cherished your body as he indulged in your mouth. When his palms settled against your round bottom, with one hand cupping each cheek and squeezing softly, you felt fully appreciated. Satisfied, happy, and loved.

He took care of you. And here, doing things like this... being with him... you knew you took care of Brian too. You were his and he was yours. You belonged together.

You needed to pull away slightly to catch your breath, but kept your face close to his. Your nose pressed up against his as you took his cheeks between your hands. They were rough from his evening shadow. His smile was contagious. You looked into his beautiful hazel eyes and rubbed your nose against his larger one, laughing softly with him in a cocoon of pure happiness.

Your cheek found the crease of his collar bone as you both settled down, and the familiar scent of him brought an irreplaceable calm. You were both still breathing a little hard from the long kiss; you rose and fell with every inhale, perched atop him still. Brian never found it necessary to move your meager weight. You thought he rather enjoyed it.

It was so comforting to be in his presence that you almost found the courage to voice what had been bothering you since the afternoon. To ask about his kids. To see if he wanted to share that piece of himself with you too.

But you didn’t. You were too worried about disrupting the perfect balance you’d achieved over the last few days. Too afraid of what the answer might be. You were aware that you’d slipped back into bad habits of not speaking your mind, especially when you didn’t want to hide anything from Brian, but the awkwardness was best avoided.

The lazy kissing returned whenever either of you had the inclination, but the majority of the cuddling passed in easy silence. You savoured the feeling of him so close, the shape of his body. You knew it would be taken from you far too soon. And from the way he held onto you, you guessed Brian was doing something similar.

You didn’t need to discuss it, but you both knew there would be no sex tonight. Not after what you’d told him that afternoon. A fantasy on tour was one thing, but you were both responsible adults. You didn’t push him.

Eventually, a quiet putter filled your ears and brought you to attention. Brian was snoring. You carefully lifted your head up from his chest and concluded that, indeed, he’d passed into the dream realm with you as a blanket.

A part of you wanted to let him sleep. He was adorable, and you knew how hard it was for him to drift off sometimes. But you also knew his body, and could see how his neck was bent to fit into the shape of the couch. Sleeping here would almost certainly leave him with a sore back.

“Wake up Bri,” you said, as gently as possible.

A single hazel eye opened to see you. “Hnnnmmmm.”

It was more of a sound than a word, but you always understood your favourite man. “I’m sorry to wake you, but I don’t think you wanna stay here all night.”

The answering grumble portrayed an idea that he very much did want to stay on the couch, but the logical side of his brain released your hips from his hands. You rolled off him and helped him up, rubbing his back as some sort of apology for the necessity of moving.

The wobble in his step showed just how tired he really was- still half asleep on his feet. It was just about the cutest thing you’d ever seen, but a bit nerve-wracking. It would all be easier if you could carry him like he did to you.

You led him to the bed and pulled the covers down for him to get in, which he did with a thankful sigh. His hands still gripped yours though: weak and pleading. You got the hint. You let him pull you into bed with him, agreeing once again to forgo your bedtime routine for Brian’s clinginess. You rather enjoyed your job as his personal teddy bear.

In about 5 seconds flat the sounds of gentle snoring started again, and you focused on their easy rhythm to join him in slumber. It wasn’t hard. The long arms around you were nothing but safety and partnership. You didn’t need to be an outlet for discussions of his family. You didn’t need him to tell you everything. You were here, with him. You were what he needed most- now. And you told yourself that was enough as the world faded to black.

That night, while you were sleeping, your phone flashed with dozens of notifications from Brian, as he liked every single one of your pictures on Instagram when he got up to pee.

Chapter 117: She Made Me Live Again

Notes:

Here's another chapter!! I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry if there hasn't been much happening in the plot lately, but I've been trying to tie up some emotions. I always put everything I can into each chapter! This one will set up the next adventure for Bri and Y/N nicely!

No warnings really, just some exploration into dom/sub dynamics.

The final days of Queen and Adam’s tour slowly ticked away. You were powerless to stop the passing of time. Every hour spent with Brian was a perfect dream, but each minute of love meant there were fewer to look forward to. It was an aching, terrifying inevitability that loomed over the end of each night. You were anxious- scared. A world without Brian seemed dull, lonely and so very empty. Even imagining it ripped your heart apart.

You didn’t know who you were without him anymore. If you could even be yourself.

There were so many things left to explore. So much to learn from him, to give to him, to do together. He’d shown you the pleasures of your wildest dreams, and you knew there was no one who could ever do the same. You wanted so much with him- and only him. The desperate yearnings he stirred inside you applied to no other man. Two short weeks weren’t enough to discover all the secrets you were hiding from yourself.

Minnesota passed in the blink of an eye- rushed and uneventful. Another jaw-dropping concert. Another wonderful hotel. Another night closer to Brian’s flight back home. The impending goodbye forced you to be brave in Columbus. To ask what young girls ought not to.

“I’ve been thinking about the discussion we had... in the dressing room in Houston.”

The kink discussion, when Brian had first acknowledged whatever the dynamic was between you. Perhaps it wasn’t a good sign that you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

“Oh?”

For his part, the guitarist barely looked up from the newspaper he was reading. Another review of his show, likely. He shifted in the plush armchair and recrossed one long leg over the other as his reading glasses slipped slightly down his nose.

You swallowed the dry lump in your throat. Domestic bliss with a rock star, relaxed and safe. But he wasn’t gonna say the words for you.

The similar couch beneath your thighs suddenly felt far too big. “I th-think I’d like...” You didn’t even know what to say, feeling inexperienced and foolish. So you switched tactics. “Remember we talked about some limits and things we’d like to try?”

He still didn’t look up: infuriatingly unperturbed by your embarrassed struggle. You observed him so keenly that you noticed the smallest movement in the corner of his mouth. What was so compelling about the damned paper that he couldn’t pay attention?

“We talked about a great many lovely things Y/N,” he drawled, “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

He was downright maddening sometimes- seemingly oblivious to your implied pleas for help. You could feel your eyes and cheeks scrunch up with indignation. And your chest puff out in frustration.

“I wanna learn how to be a proper sub.”

You didn’t think about the words so much this time, and found therefore they actually came out. More or less.

A glint of hazel looked your way, followed by a knowing smirk. And at once you knew. Of course. The damned man had played you again, and fuck if you didn’t like it. He knew just how to bring out your voice, and his attention was certainly rapt now.

“I think you’re a natural already,” he nodded towards the prim way you’d unconsciously tucked your legs up under yourself. The way your hands were wringing. The obvious searching in your eyes for approval, praise and guidance. The desperate need for something firmer that made you beg and embarrass yourself before him.

“You know what I mean... please Bri.” He wanted your inner fantasies laid bare, and he would wait until you had the confidence to ask for them. Perhaps in the long run you’d thank him, but right now you struggled to list your thoughts. “Things like... kneeling, doing what you say. And not just during sex. Maybe... before it?”

His eyes were inquisitive, yet soft. He listened with his entire body and made sure you said what was on your mind. He’d never really mentioned it, but something about his gaze made you sure the man could teach you much.

“Are you sure it’s something you want to explore Y/N?” Gentle, encouraging eyes sought yours. “It can be a lot.”

You nodded immediately.

“I’m sure.”

You were. And you knew it especially when Brian tilted his head a few degrees and smiled. He didn’t say anything, leaving room for the explanation he wanted, but you could tell he loved it. You tried to live up to those shining eyes with your honest words.

“I like the... escape. When I don’t have to think about anything other than you.” You looked at him, shy, but truthful. The dark pupils that stared back caught your throat. “I- I think I’d like it during the day too- sometimes.” You couldn’t handle the heat of his gaze any longer, and instead focused on the way his long fingers creased the newspaper. “I liked the feeling when we went shopping and people could see I was yours.”

His grip crumpled the paper just as you finished speaking, and you were almost nervous... until his smooth voice purred deeply, ”Good girl”. Your head snapped back up to see Brian’s eyes widen and darken, showing the dangerous glint so often hidden. The promise of something welcome and unknown. “I was wondering if you’d ever ask.”

He seemed to feast on the sight of you, still tucked up on the couch, trembling with anticipation as you watched him back.

“Would you like to start today?”

His voice was calm, with a touch of well-supressed surprise and excitement. You knew that you couldn’t have ever done this without him.

“Yes please... Sir.”

Brian’s eyelids opened even further at your use of the epithet, flooding you with their hazel beauty. With the need to possess. To treasure.

“Excellent.” He cleared the sudden gravel that had entered his tone. “There are many ways to do this darling. No one more... proper... than the next.” He used your earlier description lightly, and it took away some of the worry of your preconceptions. “For now, you should just do what feels natural, okay? Do what you want. And I’ll help you through whatever that is.”

He was such a perfect, wonderful man. You wanted to give him everything. Be his everything. But you needed some guidance.

“I- I don’t even know where to start, really.”

“...You can start with your collar.” He replied like it was the simplest thing in the world. And when you thought about it, it was. That was something you already knew you loved. “It’s in the top drawer like always.”

Immediately you jumped from the couch and retrieved the item from the bedroom. You were eager to get started- now over the hurdle of asking for something new- and your whole body tingled with excitement when you grabbed your prize. The leather felt cool and soft in your palms, but you resisted the urge to put it on. That was a pleasure reserved for Brian.

Your bare feet paddled softly on the warm carpet as you carried your collar back to the living room. When you arrived, Brian put his newspaper down on the table beside him. He spread his legs slightly- a welcome invitation for you to step between them- and patted his thighs. His long legs always looked superb in shorts.

“Good girl.”

His voice praised you again in passing, so ingrained now that it was second nature. His lips gave you a peek at one pointed canine. You bent down, offering him the collar, and enjoyed the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You leaned into the warm caress of large hands on your neck, touching for longer than strictly necessary. Brian fastened the clasp around your throat and rolled his fingers along your skin, looking up at you from his seat. It was an unusual position to be above him, and you savoured every new angle to appreciate his beauty. His cheekbones looked high and firm. His curls soft. His eyes dark and inviting.

“You’re beautiful Y/N...” he slid his hands from your neck down to your shoulders, then trailed them down each arm. “...And all mine.”

No matter how many times you heard him claim you like that, it always sent a shiver down the length of your spine. You felt your cheeks heat up as they were coloured with blush. There was nothing better than belonging. The scenery changed, and one city gave way to another, but there was always Brian.

It was his safe gaze that looked up at you now, smiling at how well you fit between his legs. How much you wanted to be there.

You stood there a moment, still, with a rapid heart as he observed you. The pleasant nervousness settled in quickly under his focus; you didn’t know what to do. But Brian’s eyes crinkled, because that was just the thing. You didn’t have to know. Today, you just had to be good for him, and he would do the rest.

After a moment, his calm, confident tenor brought your attention to his lips. “You suggested kneeling earlier... would you like to try that?”

God yes. You nodded, blood further reddening your cheeks at his casual mention of something you’d been embarrassed about for a while.

“Then come here sweetheart... I’d very much like to try it too.” The added affection soothed your spinning mind, and his shared enthusiasm banished your embarrassment in a heartbeat. He always encouraged what you wanted. When you stepped further towards him, bending to hide your face in his chest, mumbled praises encouraged your movements. “Good girl.”

He kissed your lips and plucked a pillow off the chair from behind his back, placing it on the floor between his and your legs. This was it- the moment you’d been fantasizing over for ages.

“Is there a proper way to...” You trailed off, using your eyes to motion to the cushion, and belatedly realized you’d used the same p-word again. Brian brushed it off.

“I’m not bothered with that right now. Just have a seat, and relax. See how you like it.”

You looked down at the padded floor, and then back to him, trying with all your might to appear nonchalant. “...Okay.”

But Brian saw straight through it. He laughed, without mockery, and the enjoyment filled his eyes. “You can do better than that Y/N.”

A smile met your own lips. “Yes, Sir.”

You sank down atop the cushion, reluctantly looking away from his perfect face, and adjusted your legs to the side. Right away, you were keenly aware of where you were sitting, and how it looked. And how it felt.

“Much better.” Brian’s voice drawled from behind you. He sank a hand into the back of your hair.

His legs framed either side of your peripheral vision, towering at the height of your head. The tips of his feet reached out past your body. He wasn’t wearing socks, and you found yourself silently counting each of his lovely toes, trying to stop your thoughts from getting too overwhelmed.

All you could sense was his presence, bracketing your form. It was similar to the heady feeling when you sucked his cock: his body surrounding yours from above, looming large and so proud that you wanted to give him everything. But this was different. You were facing away, looking at the room together now. With his fingers stroking your head. Somehow, without you seeing his movements, you felt it placed even more trust in his hands.

“You okay?”

Brian’s soft question met your ears, dampened through the pleasant haze that was beginning to settle in your body. He was always so caring. And you craved the closeness. Almost unconsciously, your cheek fell to rest on his right thigh. The hair tickled.

”Yes.”

You could hear his breathing.

“...Good.”

It took a while for Brian to answer, and a part of you glowed, and wondered if he was just as affected as you were. His skin was warm on your face as you sat in silence, taking it all in.

Eventually you heard the rustling of the newspaper again, and realized Brian had gone back to reading. He still petted your hair, and you were perfectly content to remain where you were while he did so.

It was unspoken what you had to do: just relax, and be his.

“Would you like to hear what they’ve written about us?” Brian asked casually, already settling in like you’d been sitting at his feet all your life.

“Please.”

And so he read aloud the same review you knew he’d already tried to finish numerous times.

“Last night Queen and Lambert’s Rhapsody Tour made its way to Columbus, the Queen braintrust’s first stop in Ohio’s capitol since 1977. During a solo acoustic interlude, the band’s... resident guitar hero...” Brian hesitated a bit, awkward about reading his own praises aloud, but quickly got over it and overcompensated with emphasis. “Me... joked that a good chunk of last night’s audience wasn’t born yet and maybe their parents or grandparents were in attendance way back when.”

You chuckled at his silliness, and at your memory of all the times you’d heard him say the same thing. Brian had a few jokes in his arsenal and certainly wasn’t afraid to use them on stage.

He paused his reading to address you. “You better not be laughing at how dreadfully old I am too.”

“Of course not Sir.” You kissed his leg as it was the only thing within reach. “I just think it’s a good joke.”

He made some sort of noncommittal noise, “hunmph,” like he didn’t quite trust your honesty, but it was all in a humourous, loving way. And he got back to reading.

You loved to hear the pride in his voice when the author praised his bandmates, and the forced modesty when he read his own name.

“Lambert belted his way through Mercury’s lyrics with formidable charisma all his own... and Taylor did a pretty good job singing David Bowie’s parts from ‘Under Pressure,’ too.” You heard the paper rustle. “Oh my... I’m definitely showing this to Rog.”

You were practically draped over his leg at this point, having quickly found just how much you loved sitting on the cushion. Your arms clung around his knee and your head rested on his thigh. The rest of your body still half-kneeled contently between his feet, waiting within reach for whatever his heart desired.

It was everything you’d imagined, and you hadn’t even really done anything yet. Your happy, fuzzy mind only partially listened to the review, until Brian’s voice changed tone.

“...And May’s excessively lengthy multi-part guitar solo near the end of the concert pointed to Queen’s intersections with ’70s prog and ’80s hair metal.”

He paused, and then, always one to gracefully accept what he inferred as criticism, muttered some stabbing words under his breath.

“That’s a fucking stretch mate... like you’ve got any idea what you’re talking about. Excessive?”

You were quite certain that tomorrow’s solo was going to have a good few minutes added to it, and rolled your eyes at his stubborn streak. “Keep reading, please.”

He obliged, until he didn’t.

“That segment in particular cemented my perception that...” another lengthy pause, before the addition of Brian’s own words. “I don’t think that’s necessarily true.”

His comment made you sit up. Surely Brian wasn’t still sensitive after so many years of harsh reviews... And you’d been at the concert- backstage cheering as always-and it was amazing.

“What?”

He looked at the paper, and then at you, staring up from your place between his knees. His eyes wandered from your hair, to your eyes, to the collar ‘round your neck. Almost like... he was just now realizing how he’d positioned you, and what that meant about his propensities, as well as yours.

He cleared his throat, looking a little hot under his T-shirt. And a little embarrassed. “Well... you can read it to yourself if you like. I’ve changed my mind about showing Rog.”

You made a grabby motion with your hands to receive the paper, at once scanning the page for where he’d left off. You couldn’t think of much that would cause Brian to react so sheepishly.

’That segment in particular cemented my perception that May, and not Lambert, is the real star of the Queen + Adam Lambert road show.”

You blinked, confused. ...Obviously? It was exactly what you’d seen night after night, with every brilliant performance. Looking at the man above you, you were shocked that this was a new perspective for him. Or perhaps, at least one he wasn’t quite capable of reading out loud. You skimmed the rest of the article, avoiding the inclusion of- in your opinion- far too many classic movie references.

’This seems to be by design — and why not...? Lambert was afforded plenty of chances to shine: fanning himself and kicking up his legs atop a piano... But when the show opened with “Now I’m Here,” May was the one who appeared out front on the catwalk, with Lambert confined to the back of the stage. May was the one who performed solo in the middle of the set. May was afforded double-digit minutes to show off his guitar skills, when really he had already established that by nailing his riffs and solos from Queen’s greatest hits.’

When you finished reading, the urge to hug the closest of Brian’s legs came upon a sudden, and you didn’t stop yourself from doing so. He was clearly in a funny state of mind. You were keen to bring him out of it.

“It’s good Bri- really. I don’t know why you’re worried.”

Although you could certainly see why he’d hide it from Roger’s eyes.

But Brian wasn’t swayed by your words, and he avoided looking at you in favour of the bare wall. He was silent, yet somehow vibrating with a need to explain that which he didn’t even know you’d read. His hand sought your hair again, and shook as it brushed through your locks.

“We’re a team up there. ALL of us. I’m not... That’s not what it’s all about. I didn’t...” his eyes squeezed shut and his voice trailed off, faced with an uncertain truth. You thought of the setlist, of the structure of the show. There were some things it seemed even Bri hadn’t come to terms with yet, about himself.

Maybe it was a day of exploration for both of you, in a place beyond the sexual.

Because as much as Brian could joke and admit about his ego- ever since your first few nights- and as much as he enjoyed the dynamics you spun together... maybe he hadn’t expected to be confronted with so much at once. With you, sat between his feet. Another demonstration... another way to show off...

But fuck it.

That wasn’t a bad thing. And his reaction now proved exactly why.

It was also why you wanted to kneel where you were. And you’d only accepted that tendency within yourself because of his help. Love was a two-way street.

“Bri... someone has to be the focus, you know that right? It’s always the same, with every group and every performance.” You shaped your voice softly, imploring him to see the truth of how you saw him. “...And quite honestly, it deserves to be you. The fact you’ve stepped up isn’t a bad thing.”

You felt the truth of it in every fibre of your being. The hard work he put in to every single show shone for itself. You wanted Brian to be proud of what he'd achieved. What he was. Not ashamed.

Finally, tilted hazel eyes found yours again. “...It’s not?”

His voice was so timid you ached to kiss him. Brian was probably the only man on earth who you needed to reassure after he’d let you kneel at his feet for half an hour. You loved him to death.

“No. I think it’s wonderful. And I’m pretty sure the others agree with me.”

There’s no way Adam would ever want to intrude like that, and Roger seemed happy not to have to answer every interview question- he never really had. Bri was always there. Besides, flashing back to a certain pool party, they were both well aware and encouraging of that particular side of their guitarist’s personality.

You turned your hips around to face him and once again laid a cheek on his thigh, beaming up into his searching eyes with as much love as you could muster. You wanted him to see how readily you accepted everything about him. To show him your approval, your trust, and your support.

You chose to submit to him like this. YOU gave him this power, and it was up to him to protect and cherish it. Even from the brief half hour at his feet, you knew you loved the experience, and that you wanted to do more. It was a special kind of empowerment inside yourself: to trust that what you gave, he would accept.

Brian could never fully resist your pleading eyes, because after a moment, he snuck his big hand back under your hair and clasped at the back of your head. It wasn’t rough, but his fingers spanned your neck and held you steady. You were his to take care of. He was yours to please.

A small, surrendering chuckle filled the room. “I still can’t tell if you’re a good or bad influence, little Y/N.”

You beamed as you admired him, and in pondering his question thought of his mirrored effect on you. He’d taken over your life in a heartbeat. Shown you more naughty things, done more indulgent acts than you’d ever done before. You’d made mistakes... and so had he. But he’d opened your heart and helped you find a piece of your soul. You even dared to be vain enough as to suspect you’d done the same in him. You gave each other something you couldn’t find anywhere else. Every night you spent writhing with your bodies entwined and your legs split with his cock, you learned what pleasure was really about. What love could be.

And in thinking these things, you were aware your eyes had dilated to match the hunger in your body.

You leaned in and licked the seam of his shorts, passing directly over the significant bulge his even uninterested cock created, and answered as teasingly as you could. “Perhaps a bit of both.”

Your wonderful, beautiful, perfect lover stilled, and stifled a moan by tightening his fingers in your hair.

“Behave.”

…

Roger and Adam came to visit in Brian’s room that evening. It was the first time you’d all been together since the dinner when Sarina arrived. She was busy at something Roger described as a ‘girls’ night out’, having dinner with some of her female friends in the entourage. You didn’t care enough to pry further. It simply meant you could relax- without the unknown of how she was going to react at any point.

You completely understood her position, and felt tremendously guilty as you were the one in the wrong. But it wasn’t your fault Brian made a decision she didn’t agree with. If he wanted to keep you around for the last few weeks you weren’t going anywhere.

Conversation flowed freely amongst the four of you, and everyone was having a great time. It made up for the days you’d missed surrounding all the turmoil- but that wasn’t something to worry about now.

You’d just poured everyone a glass of wine in the kitchen, and prepared to test your waitress skills by bringing them out on a tray. It was a bit precarious, but the round of appreciative masculine sounds was well worth the risk. You slid the tray onto the table for each to take their glass.

“Thank you darling,” Brian said, grabbing his own drink, and passing one along to Adam beside him on the couch.

Roger was just opposite, on the chair Brian used earlier, and you held out his glass for him to take.

“Thanks Y/N.”

You murmured a quick “you’re welcome,” and picked up your own glass, looking around the room. You were the only one still standing, of course, and were well aware of the three sets of eyes on you. Brian’s collar was still proudly around your neck- as it had been the last time you’d had the pleasure of their attention. The weight of it was pleasant and heady. It made you feel important, and you never wanted to take it off again. Not when it demonstrated so well who you belonged to.

Glancing around- and growing more nervous by the second in the centre of three rock stars- there was no obvious place to sit. Roger had the chair, and the two larger men were more than enough for the couch already. Especially when Brian’s natural posture was leaning back with his legs spread so deliciously far apart that your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn between them.

And suddenly, inspiration struck. You wanted to show what you’d learned today. It was the right company to do it too, so you didn’t think Brian would mind. He’d probably be delighted.

So, the lack of seating was not a problem, for you plopped yourself down on the floor between Brian’s long legs again, immediately finding safety, and a dark rolling in your gut. Two sets of blue eyes widened and stared at you, and you knew the smirk on Brian’s face would be equally perfect.

Once you settled, a possessive finger played with the hairs at the back of your neck. As if he hadn’t claimed you enough.

Adam was the first to find his voice, and you weren’t sure if it was out of surprise, or a vague jealously. “Oh,” he attempted to be nonplussed, but it came out squeaky. “That’s new.”

A vain part of you loved the attention, and that the dynamics on display were as clear as you meant them to be. The hand on your neck told you Brian was pleased.

It was an observant silence for a moment, uncomfortably pleasant, before Roger snorted.

“No it isn’t.”

He flicked his bright eyes from your position up to Brian’s above you and raised his eyebrows. His recognizing expression told of long-ago trysts and shared experiences, and the subtle grin glinted mischief. “Where’s Peaches Bri?”

The long fingers on your neck stilled, and then wrapped their way around your shoulder. He squeezed, shockingly possessive.

“Haven’t the slightest clue.”

Your heart beat faster. The way he’d said it, like it’d been almost the furthest thing from his mind, was oddly satisfying. You knew the stories. Knew what Roger was getting at when he brought her up.

Yet there was no hint of temptation in Brian’s voice. YOU were here with him now. You were what he needed. His girl.

“Actually,” he continued, still holding you between his knees, and carried on without any change to his smooth tone. “I’m glad you stopped by tonight.” It was a lesson in subtly, showing Roger that he very much saw the connection, and that it didn’t bother him. “Adam-” he addressed the younger man instead- “I was wondering if you knew of anywhere we could go to have a... particular... kind of fun.”

His voice dropped deep and warm for the last few words. You hoped no one could hear the thumping of your heart in your chest. Did that mean what you thought it did?

Met with a brief silence, Brian continued. “You know, away from prying eyes?”

You were a bit shocked by his forwardness, and still reeling from the implication. So many imagined fantasies played through your mind that you couldn't keep track of them. This was new to you, and apparently a bit dusty to Bri, but you guessed Adam was a relatively knowledgeable person to ask.

To his credit, the singer swallowed, processed Brian’s question, and found his wits.

“Umm... yeah. I could probably find us somewhere fun. If I make a few calls. Maybe in Nashville... or Florida.”

Adam looked like he couldn’t quite believe what he was speaking about either.

All you knew was that you were beyond excited, and incredibly nervous. And that your panties were soaked just in anticipation. Brian really was taking your interest and running with it, and you were honoured.

“Good boy.”

His praise made the younger man sit up a little straighter, and adjust himself in his seat.

Roger, watching it all from across the room, just smiled. He had a lopsided grin, and shook his head so minutely you may have made it up.

What you were sure of, however, was the line he hummed into the hot hotel air. You could match that song- and those lyrics- in your sleep.

Down in the Dungeon just Peaches and me

Notes:

A large chunk of this chapter wrote itself after I found a review for Columbus's show. (Yes, of course I used a real article- https://www.stereogum.com/2054580/queen-adam-labert-concert-review/reviews/concert-review/) I'm not sure if it's entirely realistic how it panned out, but I love me a good character study, so I left it in. Let's be honest- none of this is realistic! On that note, I'm aware of the more widely accepted interpretation of Now I'm Here and that the Dungeon is indeed a bar so don't give me lessons, but it was too fun not to use it!

Chapter 118: Patience

Notes:

Hi everyone! Here's another chapter for you-- it's complete filth. Y/N is pushing the new experimental d/s dynamics pretty far. So a warning for that if it ain't your thing!

Daddy kink warning!! An alternate chapter will follow soon.

You were between Brian’s legs again, this time- naked- save for the collar ‘round your throat and the soft silk tying your arms. The man above you was likewise bared: confident, poised, controlled. His skin glistened with a slight sheen of sweat in the summer heat. He was BEAUTIFUL.

But you couldn’t touch. You knew your place.

When your desperation got the better of you, the tie around your wrists tightened, and you were reminded to stay patient. Your hands couldn’t move from behind your back, and it was a torturous pleasure. The safewords in the back of your mind kept you secure, but they didn’t stop the nervousness of your beating heart. You felt small, desperate, powerless, and totally dependent on the man in your gaze. It was what you wanted, and what Brian agreed to show you, but it was overwhelming enough to make your thighs tremble. It was perfect.

Your own drippings ran down your legs, which just aroused you further in your humiliation. You could only LOOK at Brian, yet still he had complete power over you. You were constantly tempted to look away, to relieve yourself from the condensed need he created, but you couldn’t bear to miss a single moment.

Because, oh... what that man was doing.

Brian sat, nude, in the dining room chair, pleasuring himself, inches from your face. So close you could touch, so close you could smell. But he hadn’t allowed you to do so yet. He indulged himself without a thought for your desperation. And that damned smirk drove you crazy.

“Look at you, little girl... with those big eyes.” The smugness radiated throughout his voice. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

A gulp, and you looked up at him through your heavy eyelashes. “Yes Daddy.”

“Good. I’m very much enjoying myself too.”

Your focus shifted from his face, back to his cock, when he twisted his wrist around his length. His full, heavy balls bounced against his movements, and hung down to rest atop the cushion. His legs were spread obscenely, giving you a perfect view of each beautiful feature, and a spacious place to sit. Brian had long, elegant fingers and big, strong hands. Yet they looked proportionate grasping and fondling his manhood. Every inch of that thick, glistening cock made your core clench and your mouth drool. You wanted to touch him as he touched himself. To see how tiny your own hands would look against his, how they struggled to wrap around his girth.

You wanted to feel how wide your lips would stretch to take him in your mouth. You yearned for the gagging fullness of his length down your throat. It was already an indisputable fact: you loved his huge cock. Just as you loved everything about him.

It was the most beautiful sight on earth to see him lost in pleasure, but you wanted him to use you to do so.

And, looking into your dark eyes, he knew it.

“Does my baby girl like what she sees?” His voice was bordering on a growl, already anticipating how much he was going to like what followed.

Still unable to process just how much his words turned you on, you could only manage a nod before he goaded you further.

“Do you like Daddy’s big cock, Y/N?” He laid into you heavy, right away, and enjoyed the way you squirmed in your restraints. “Do you like to watch me fuck myself, with you so pretty at my feet?”

Your eyes bulged out of your head. At his boldness, and at his choice of words. Brian might have described his touches as a hedonistic ‘fuck’, but to you, they appeared to be more of a caress. He treated himself with the same kind of reverence you did, enjoying every movement. Perhaps it was your eyes upon him that made him do so. He was presenting himself for your enjoyment, but, as your entire attention was devoted to him, you gained the impression that he also greatly enjoyed the feeling of himself in his own hands.

You rather understood the appeal, with that beautiful cock between his legs.

“Yes Daddy, I love it. Thank you.” It was hard to form any more complex thoughts in your head, and perhaps you’d be embarrassed of what your brain did settle on if it hadn’t brought a smile to your lover’s face. “You’re so handsome.”

Brian chuckled to hide his flushed face, still stroking himself casually, as if he found your overwhelmed state cute. But you couldn’t be more serious. He WAS handsome. In every sense of the word.

His hair was slightly mussed, but perfect in the light. A brilliant white, layered with slight shades, that gave it a fullness well beyond his age. The curls bounced when he moved his torso, and the longer ringlets swayed upon his chest. They swung smoothly, but would occasionally catch on his luscious chest hair. Beads of sweat had gathered on his sternum, and in the folds of skin below his nipples and above his belly. The shine drew your eye to how everything moved and jiggled... To how soft he looked. How strong. His biceps and forearms were defined, creating shadows of muscle.

Shamefully, what caused your eyes to linger, though, and your core to weep and tighten, was the gentle curve of his stomach. You loved how it bumped out- just slightly- from his abdomen. How it looked, milky white, with a spattering of hair and a delicious trail down to his cock. How you knew it felt under your palms. Sitting, slumped, pre-occupied as he was, Brian was completely himself. Comfortable in his body. He’d never looked more like the sexy ‘Daddy’ of your dreams than right now.

Of course, none of that could compare to the affection in his eyes. He had beautiful, hazel irises that pulled you in so deep you forgot everything but the joy of being together.

“Please Daddy, let me touch you,” you begged, “I can make you feel so good.”

The huge hands on his cock stilled, somehow tempting you further with their position. You held your breath, and matched his gaze, a shiver running down your spine. You knew the answer before he even stated it.

“No.”

“Please Sir.”

“I said NO, Y/N. What have I told you?”

His tone wasn’t unkind, but it was firm. The voice of a man who expected to be obeyed.

Your mind flashed back to when he’d gently pushed your shoulders down, placing you between his knees with your freshly tied silk. He’d wrapped your restraints carefully, skillfully, and with a tenderness that you could only describe as awe. “It should feel good, not uncomfortable... no pinching, just like someone’s holding your wrists...” he’d drifted his explanation off with a red face that made your eyes widen, and made you question just how familiar he was with the feeling. But he'd recovered quickly from his slip up- poised, sexy and dominant. You knew what he’d said after that, clearing his throat to maintain control. What he’d ordered. Brian was not a man who’s wants you easily forgot.

“That I’m to kneel, and watch. And that I’m not allowed to touch.”

He hummed gently, with approval. “And why can’t you, darling girl?”

“Because you said so.”

It came out immediately, because, really, it was the only explanation you needed. You could analyze your psyche all you wanted. Travel deep into the root of your longing. But the most important reason was that obeying and pleasing him was satisfying, and that it made you feel safe and appreciated when he returned his gratitude in whatever way he saw fit.

His voice was melodic, and carried the smile on his face. “That’s right. You need to be patient for what Daddy gives you.”

Your stomach lurched again, in the shameful, lustful anticipation you’d grown addicted to. Brian’s use of his own title, in his own tenor, made your knees weak and your breasts heave. You wanted to be absolutely everything this man desired. His perfect girl.

“I am patient Daddy.”

In your opinion, your current position between his legs was testament to that. Your joints were beginning to ache, and you hadn’t touched yourself. You hadn’t touched him, with that glorious cock so tempting near your face. The audacity of Brian... to look down at you with those raised brows, and that smug smirk... when he’d resumed the slow stroke of his length in front of your nose. It turned you on more than it should.

“Hmm... I’m not certain you are,” he drawled, cocking his head- like he knew you couldn’t resist.

Perhaps your begging tonight wasn’t the best support of your case, but his casual teasing brought out the competitive streak inside you. You loved the games you played.

“I can be.”

Brian’s grin grew, and you knew you were in for a treat.

“You can show me tonight then, baby girl.” He added the pet name, knowing it would only rouse you further. “Prove how good you can be. I want you to stay still... for as long as it takes.”

He gestured to his rigid cock in the midst of a stroke, and there was no doubt what it meant.

“And if I’m pleased, you’ll be rewarded.”

You knew your pupils dilated: turned on by the dismissive way he formed his explanation. That was it, then. Confirmation that you wouldn’t get to suck him off tonight. That you weren’t even allowed to touch. All you would get, was the sight of Brian’s own pleasure.

Your cunt clenched, hard, around nothing. You swallowed the lump in your throat, once again aware of the collar that wrapped around it. You were dripping all over the floor and your own skin. A dirty little pervert, aroused at Brian treating you like one.

“Please Daddy… I’ll be good.”

He adjusted his legs on either side of you, raising his knees slightly to do so, and straightened his back in his chair. It made him seem like he was leaning over you, looming tall and surrounding your body with his. Brian’s long fingers went back to his dick, which at this point was throbbing red, and dripping precome.

“You'd better be.”

His voice was like dark gravel, and it shot straight between your thighs.

Brian resumed playing with himself: gently feeling his length, fluttering his fingers, squeezing his balls. You were entranced with every movement, but you could tell he was getting impatient for something more. Despite the weeping tip of his cock, you knew it wasn’t wet enough. And with everything else so perfect he hadn’t thought that far ahead.

With one big hand still cupping his scrotum, Brian moaned and rocked his hips against it. He spat into the palm of his other hand and stared down at you, with hooded eyes and open lips that screamed silent sin, as he rubbed his saliva along his length.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your throat, and that caught Brian’s eye. And gave him an idea. This time, the open hand was presented to you.

“Spit.”

He held his palm upwards, expecting your compliance. It was a good thing that watching him had made you salivate so much. You did as he asked.

But Brian wasn’t yet satisfied.

“Again.”

Once more, you rolled your tongue around your mouth and spat. Brian hummed, pleased with your work. Out of the corner of your eye you could tell he’d resumed movements on his cock with the other hand.

“Again.”

God. The short, dominant commands were turning your insides to jelly. Your mouth was dry now, but you did your best to do as he said, and felt warm and fuzzy all over when he praised you for it.

“Good girl.”

Brian used your spit the same way he did his, mixing everything together until his big cock glistened in the evening light. The liquid highlighted his veins and got caught in the coarse curls of his grey hair. The defined joints of his long fingers flexed and twisted. And throughout it all, his heavy breaths were the only sounds- other than the wet slick of his pleasure.

He tossed himself off, moaning occasionally, like you weren’t even there. He’d look at the ceiling, or the wall, as if laying his eyes on you would end it all too soon. Occasionally, he’d wordlessly, impatiently, thrust his hand out for you to spit in again. It was so deliciously depraved: a way to use you while withholding all touch.

After a few minutes, so entranced with his climbing pleasure, your control slipped. Brian ran his finger along his slit and thrust his hips forward unconsciously, lost in the feeling.

“Fuck.” You whispered in absolute awe of the sight before you, but only realized what you’d done when dark eyes snapped down to yours. Perhaps you’d been naughty, but Brian was too far gone to care. He simply stared, FINALLY acknowledging you below him, and fucked his hand faster.

His reaction made you distinctly aware of a gaping omission in his rules. Brian told you not to move, but he didn’t say anything about being quiet.

Perhaps you had a bit more power in this little game than you realized.

“Oh Daddy,” you purred deviously. “You’re so gorgeous.”

Brian’s eyes widened, but they didn’t look away. It was satisfying. It was erotic. You enjoyed the twisted feeling of misbehavior in your gut, and the depravity of stroking his ego as he stroked his cock.

“I love how you touch yourself.”

The words were coming unbidden, direct from all the thoughts spinning through your naughty head. It was unexpected to you, and clearly to Brian too.

“Fuck,” he groaned, through gritted teeth. His nostrils flared, his tongue licked his lips. Brian loved praise just as much as you did. You’d give it to him until it was too much.

“Such a big, beautiful cock. I bet your strong hands feel wonderful around it.”

You could tell they did. He was almost there. Every inch of creamy skin bounced as he instinctively snapped his hips. The chair scraped against the floor.

“Oh God... YES.” You egged him on, and felt a building tightness in your own core as you did so. “Thrust those hips. Fuck yourself just how you want.”

“FUCK!” He spat, thinking of nothing but what he was feeling and what you were saying, “I’m gonna... gonna...”

You knew where that was going, and needed to get him there.

“Come on my face Daddy. Come all over my face. Please Daddy.”

You were just as frantic as him, chanting and begging and whining for the one thing you suddenly couldn’t live without.

“Need your cum. PLEASE.”

The sounds from Brian’s mouth were incoherent. His jaw hung open. You could tell he was wound up: every tight muscle about to spring with release. He looked like a GOD, about to achieve the ecstasy he so deserved. And he let you watch it ALL. You thanked him in the only way you could within his rules. You knew what he liked to hear.

“I’m yours Daddy, I’m yours...”

Brian bit his lip, and you knew it was happening. You wanted him to claim you. Wanted to feel his warm come paint your face. You begged.

“Please!”

You were taking a deep breath when you felt it hit you. Hot, wet. You looked up at him as well as you could, aware of the spunk around your eyelashes. Brian gasped as he came, staring at your face with huge, wide eyes. He gazed at you the whole time, chest heaving from the exertion. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. What you'd just let him do. Begged him for.

You probably looked like a complete mess, but you loved it. Your pussy was still throbbing, and you’d made a puddle on the floor. It had been so close, just from the sight and the situation, but you hadn’t come. As you tried to calm yourself and ignore the aching between your legs, you were proud. You were patient. For him.

The dripping come on your face was proof that you belonged to Brian. To the man you loved. You needed to tell him again.

“I’m all fucking yours Daddy. I love you.”

Brian leaned down and grabbed beneath your ear, pulling you up off the floor as he bent down. His lips claimed yours in an intense embrace of belonging. His tongue searched your mouth. You had no doubt he could taste his seed on your lips, and you groaned as he did, letting yourself be owned.

Your sex was wet and wanting, pulsing with need from being so ignored. But the way Brian kissed you, he felt just as desperate as you were. Like he could never get enough of you. Like he couldn't comprehend the ways you made him feel.

You were lost in his lips. You gave him all your love, all your breath, all your soul. You never wanted him to pull away. The two of you were destined to be together, entwined, with his hands cupping your neck like this- forever. Your body melted into his embrace until it could take no more.

Panting, Brian broke the kiss, and laid his forehead against yours... staring into your eyes with an all-encompassing closeness.

“Mine.”

Chapter 119: Patience (Alternate)

Notes:

Non-daddy kink version of the previous chapter :)

You were between Brian’s legs again, this time- naked- save for the collar ‘round your throat and the soft silk tying your arms. The man above you was likewise bared: confident, poised, controlled. His skin glistened with a slight sheen of sweat in the summer heat. He was BEAUTIFUL.

But you couldn’t touch. You knew your place.

When your desperation got the better of you, the tie around your wrists tightened, and you were reminded to stay patient. Your hands couldn’t move from behind your back, and it was a torturous pleasure. The safewords in the back of your mind kept you secure, but they didn’t stop the nervousness of your beating heart. You felt small, desperate, powerless, and totally dependent on the man in your gaze. It was what you wanted, and what Brian agreed to show you, but it was overwhelming enough to make your thighs tremble. It was perfect.

Your own drippings ran down your legs, which just aroused you further in your humiliation. You could only LOOK at Brian, yet still he had complete power over you. You were constantly tempted to look away, to relieve yourself from the condensed need he created, but you couldn’t bear to miss a single moment.

Because, oh... what that man was doing.

Brian sat, nude, in the dining room chair, pleasuring himself, inches from your face. So close you could touch, so close you could smell. But he hadn’t allowed you to do so yet. He indulged himself without a thought for your desperation. And that damned smirk drove you crazy.

“Look at you, little girl... with those big eyes.” The smugness radiated throughout his voice. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

A gulp, and you looked up at him through your heavy eyelashes. “Yes Sir.”

“Good. I’m very much enjoying myself too.”

Your focus shifted from his face, back to his cock, when he twisted his wrist around his length. His full, heavy balls bounced against his movements, and hung down to rest atop the cushion. His legs were spread obscenely, giving you a perfect view of each beautiful feature, and a spacious place to sit. Brian had long, elegant fingers and big, strong hands. Yet they looked proportionate grasping and fondling his manhood. Every inch of that thick, glistening cock made your core clench and your mouth drool. You wanted to touch him as he touched himself. To see how tiny your own hands would look against his, how they struggled to wrap around his girth.

You wanted to feel how wide your lips would stretch to take him in your mouth. You yearned for the gagging fullness of his length down your throat. It was already an indisputable fact: you loved his huge cock. Just as you loved everything about him.

It was the most beautiful sight on earth to see him lost in pleasure, but you wanted him to use you to do so.

And, looking into your dark eyes, he knew it.

“Does my baby girl like what she sees?” His voice was bordering on a growl, already anticipating how much he was going to like what followed.

Still unable to process just how much his words turned you on, you could only manage a nod before he goaded you further.

“Do you like my big cock, Y/N?” He laid into you heavy, right away, and enjoyed the way you squirmed in your restraints. “Do you like to watch me fuck myself, with you so pretty at my feet?”

Your eyes bulged out of your head. At his boldness, and at his choice of words. Brian might have described his touches as a hedonistic ‘fuck’, but to you, they appeared to be more of a caress. He treated himself with the same kind of reverence you did, enjoying every movement. Perhaps it was your eyes upon him that made him do so. He was presenting himself for your enjoyment, but, as your entire attention was devoted to him, you gained the impression that he also greatly enjoyed the feeling of himself in his own hands.

You rather understood the appeal, with that beautiful cock between his legs.

“Yes Sir, I love it. Thank you.” It was hard to form any more complex thoughts in your head, and perhaps you’d be embarrassed of what your brain did settle on if it hadn’t brought a smile to your lover’s face. “You’re so handsome.”

Brian chuckled to hide his flushed face, still stroking himself casually, as if he found your overwhelmed state cute. But you couldn’t be more serious. He WAS handsome. In every sense of the word.

His hair was slightly mussed, but perfect in the light. A brilliant white, layered with slight shades, that gave it a fullness well beyond his age. The curls bounced when he moved his torso, and the longer ringlets swayed upon his chest. They swung smoothly, but would occasionally catch on his luscious chest hair. Beads of sweat had gathered on his sternum, and in the folds of skin below his nipples and above his belly. The shine drew your eye to how everything moved and jiggled... To how soft he looked. How strong. His biceps and forearms were defined, creating shadows of muscle.

Shamefully, what caused your eyes to linger, though, and your core to weep and tighten, was the gentle curve of his stomach. You loved how it bumped out- just slightly- from his abdomen. How it looked, milky white, with a spattering of hair and a delicious trail down to his cock. How you knew it felt under your palms. Sitting, slumped, pre-occupied as he was, Brian was completely himself. Comfortable in his body. He’d never looked more like the sexy Dom of your dreams than right now.

Of course, none of that could compare to the affection in his eyes. He had beautiful, hazel irises that pulled you in so deep you forgot everything but the joy of being together.

“Please Sir, let me touch you,” you begged, “I can make you feel so good.”

The huge hands on his cock stilled, somehow tempting you further with their position. You held your breath, and matched his gaze, a shiver running down your spine. You knew the answer before he even stated it.

“No.”

“Please Sir.”

“I said NO, Y/N. What have I told you?”

His tone wasn’t unkind, but it was firm. The voice of a man who expected to be obeyed.

Your mind flashed back to when he’d gently pushed your shoulders down, placing you between his knees with your freshly tied silk. He’d wrapped your restraints carefully, skillfully, and with a tenderness that you could only describe as awe. “It should feel good, not uncomfortable... no pinching, just like someone’s holding your wrists...” he’d drifted his explanation off with a red face that made your eyes widen, and made you question just how familiar he was with the feeling. But he'd recovered quickly from his slip up- poised, sexy and dominant. You knew what he’d said after that, clearing his throat to maintain control. What he’d ordered. Brian was not a man who’s wants you easily forgot.

“That I’m to kneel, and watch. And that I’m not allowed to touch.”

He hummed gently, with approval. “And why can’t you, darling girl?”

“Because you said so.”

It came out immediately, because, really, it was the only explanation you needed. You could analyze your psyche all you wanted. Travel deep into the root of your longing. But the most important reason was that obeying and pleasing him was satisfying, and that it made you feel safe and appreciated when he returned his gratitude in whatever way he saw fit.

His voice was melodic, and carried the smile on his face. “That’s right. You need to be patient for what I give you.”

Your stomach lurched again, in the shameful, lustful anticipation you’d grown addicted to. Brian’s use of his smooth tenor made your knees weak and your breasts heave. You wanted to be absolutely everything this man desired. His perfect girl.

“I am patient Sir.”

In your opinion, your current position between his legs was testament to that. Your joints were beginning to ache, and you hadn’t touched yourself. You hadn’t touched him, with that glorious cock so tempting near your face. The audacity of Brian... to look down at you with those raised brows, and that smug smirk... when he’d resumed the slow stroke of his length in front of your nose. It turned you on more than it should.

“Hmm... I’m not certain you are,” he drawled, cocking his head- like he knew you couldn’t resist.

Perhaps your begging tonight wasn’t the best support of your case, but his casual teasing brought out the competitive streak inside you. You loved the games you played.

“I can be.”

Brian’s grin grew, and you knew you were in for a treat.

“You can show me tonight then, baby girl.” He added the pet name, knowing it would only rouse you further. “Prove how good you can be. I want you to stay still... for as long as it takes.”

He gestured to his rigid cock in the midst of a stroke, and there was no doubt what it meant.

“And if I’m pleased, you’ll be rewarded.”

You knew your pupils dilated: turned on by the dismissive way he formed his explanation. That was it, then. Confirmation that you wouldn’t get to suck him off tonight. That you weren’t even allowed to touch. All you would get, was the sight of Brian’s own pleasure.

Your cunt clenched, hard, around nothing. You swallowed the lump in your throat, once again aware of the collar that wrapped around it. You were dripping all over the floor and your own skin. A dirty little pervert, aroused at Brian treating you like one.

“Please Sir… I’ll be good.”

He adjusted his legs on either side of you, raising his knees slightly to do so, and straightened his back in his chair. It made him seem like he was leaning over you, looming tall and surrounding your body with his. Brian’s long fingers went back to his dick, which at this point was throbbing red, and dripping precome.

“You'd better be.”

His voice was like dark gravel, and it shot straight between your thighs.

Brian resumed playing with himself: gently feeling his length, fluttering his fingers, squeezing his balls. You were entranced with every movement, but you could tell he was getting impatient for something more. Despite the weeping tip of his cock, you knew it wasn’t wet enough. And with everything else so perfect he hadn’t thought that far ahead.

With one big hand still cupping his scrotum, Brian moaned and rocked his hips against it. He spat into the palm of his other hand and stared down at you, with hooded eyes and open lips that screamed silent sin, as he rubbed his saliva along his length.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your throat, and that caught Brian’s eye. And gave him an idea. This time, the open hand was presented to you.

“Spit.”

He held his palm upwards, expecting your compliance. It was a good thing that watching him had made you salivate so much. You did as he asked.

But Brian wasn’t yet satisfied.

“Again.”

Once more, you rolled your tongue around your mouth and spat. Brian hummed, pleased with your work. Out of the corner of your eye you could tell he’d resumed movements on his cock with the other hand.

“Again.”

God. The short, dominant commands were turning your insides to jelly. Your mouth was dry now, but you did your best to do as he said, and felt warm and fuzzy all over when he praised you for it.

“Good girl.”

Brian used your spit the same way he did his, mixing everything together until his big cock glistened in the evening light. The liquid highlighted his veins and got caught in the coarse curls of his grey hair. The defined joints of his long fingers flexed and twisted. And throughout it all, his heavy breaths were the only sounds- other than the wet slick of his pleasure.

He tossed himself off, moaning occasionally, like you weren’t even there. He’d look at the ceiling, or the wall, as if laying his eyes on you would end it all too soon. Occasionally, he’d wordlessly, impatiently, thrust his hand out for you to spit in again. It was so deliciously depraved: a way to use you while withholding all touch.

After a few minutes, so entranced with his climbing pleasure, your control slipped. Brian ran his finger along his slit and thrust his hips forward unconsciously, lost in the feeling.

“Fuck.” You whispered in absolute awe of the sight before you, but only realized what you’d done when dark eyes snapped down to yours. Perhaps you’d been naughty, but Brian was too far gone to care. He simply stared, FINALLY acknowledging you below him, and fucked his hand faster.

His reaction made you distinctly aware of a gaping omission in his rules. Brian told you not to move, but he didn’t say anything about being quiet.

Perhaps you had a bit more power in this little game than you realized.

“Oh Sir,” you purred deviously. “You’re so gorgeous.”

Brian’s eyes widened, but they didn’t look away. It was satisfying. It was erotic. You enjoyed the twisted feeling of misbehavior in your gut, and the depravity of stroking his ego as he stroked his cock.

“I love how you touch yourself.”

The words were coming unbidden, direct from all the thoughts spinning through your naughty head. It was unexpected to you, and clearly to Brian too.

“Fuck,” he groaned, through gritted teeth. His nostrils flared, his tongue licked his lips. Brian loved praise just as much as you did. You’d give it to him until it was too much.

“Such a big, beautiful cock. I bet your strong hands feel wonderful around it.”

You could tell they did. He was almost there. Every inch of creamy skin bounced as he instinctively snapped his hips. The chair scraped against the floor.

“Oh God... YES.” You egged him on, and felt a building tightness in your own core as you did so. “Thrust those hips. Fuck yourself just how you want.”

“FUCK!” He spat, thinking of nothing but what he was feeling and what you were saying, “I’m gonna... gonna...”

You knew where that was going, and needed to get him there.

“Come on my face Bri. Come all over my face. Please Sir.”

You were just as frantic as him, chanting and begging and whining for the one thing you suddenly couldn’t live without.

“Need your cum. PLEASE.”

The sounds from Brian’s mouth were incoherent. His jaw hung open. You could tell he was wound up: every tight muscle about to spring with release. He looked like a GOD, about to achieve the ecstasy he so deserved. And he let you watch it ALL. You thanked him in the only way you could within his rules. You knew what he liked to hear.

“I’m yours Brian, I’m yours...”

Brian bit his lip, and you knew it was happening. You wanted him to claim you. Wanted to feel his warm come paint your face. You begged.

“Please!”

You were taking a deep breath when you felt it hit you. Hot, wet. You looked up at him as well as you could, aware of the spunk around your eyelashes. Brian gasped as he came, staring at your face with huge, wide eyes. He gazed at you the whole time, chest heaving from the exertion. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. What you'd just let him do. Begged him for.

You probably looked like a complete mess, but you loved it. Your pussy was still throbbing, and you’d made a puddle on the floor. It had been so close, just from the sight and the situation, but you hadn’t come. As you tried to calm yourself and ignore the aching between your legs, you were proud. You were patient. For him.

The dripping come on your face was proof that you belonged to Brian. To the man you loved. You needed to tell him again.

“I’m all fucking yours Sir. I love you.”

Brian leaned down and grabbed beneath your ear, pulling you up off the floor as he bent down. His lips claimed yours in an intense embrace of belonging. His tongue searched your mouth. You had no doubt he could taste his seed on your lips, and you groaned as he did, letting yourself be owned.

Your sex was wet and wanting, pulsing with need from being so ignored. But the way Brian kissed you, he felt just as desperate as you were. Like he could never get enough of you. Like he couldn't comprehend the ways you made him feel.

You were lost in his lips. You gave him all your love, all your breath, all your soul. You never wanted him to pull away. The two of you were destined to be together, entwined, with his hands cupping your neck like this- forever. Your body melted into his embrace until it could take no more.

Panting, Brian broke the kiss, and laid his forehead against yours... staring into your eyes with an all-encompassing closeness.

“Mine.”

Chapter 120: Picture Perfect

Notes:

Hi! I'm back! Please enjoy Y/N's reward- a certain part of which was specially requested by a good friend <3
Sorry it took so long to get out, but it's a good length... and as we know some things are better when you have to wait! (Patience, readers ;p)
The next chapter might be a bit of a wait again though, as finals are looming and so much is going on!

Daddy kink warning for this one! Please see the alternate version to follow.

Also, 120 chapters?!?!? Wow! I would never have expected it when I first started writing! Damn Bri and his complexity!

“Don’t move.”

Brian’s voice was soft, but his order reverberated around the room, and through your foggy head. You could still feel the imprint of his lips on your forehead, and the itch of his cooling come on your cheeks.

You did as he asked without question. The pleasant, weightless feeling had taken over your body more than ever before. You knew you’d been a good girl, and Brian’s pride made you feel complete. So when he stood up to tower above you with his legs spanning your body, you felt safe. And when he walked away across the room, you weren’t worried. You knew he’d come back.

You closed your eyes and focused on the sensations surrounding you: the binding silk on your wrists, the strained soreness in your knees, the still-wet come on your face, the warm glow in your chest. Despite the ache in your joints and the unfulfilled throbbing in your pussy, you wouldn’t change a thing. Brian had taken you to a whole new, exciting, wonderful place. No whirring thoughts, no expectations. Just him.

You listened to the return of his footsteps, and the breathy chuckle as he noticed your closed eyes and loopy smile. The tired, warm contentness still filled your veins, so you didn’t open your eyes even as Brian sat back down.

The only sound was the slight creak of the chair as Brian must have shifted his weight, first on your right, then your left. Normally, you’d be curious what he was doing. But right now, for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You just knew you loved him, and he’d tell you what you needed to know.

“Beautiful baby,” came his smooth voice, caressing your heart and soul. Every utterance made you shiver. “Now, eyes open.”

Your eyelashes fluttered when you looked up at him, and your vision took a second to focus. Brian was holding his phone a few feet from your face, pointed at you, in the tell-tale position for a photo. Your mouth dropped open.

“Oohh... that’s very good.”

Again, he rocked side to side. And you knew now what he was doing. Brian Harold May, CBE, was taking pictures of you, naked and covered in his own come. Stereo pictures.

You could feel your neck flushing hot and red. You loved it. Another flood of wetness slickened your desperate sex. The thought of Brian wanting you so much- enjoying the sight of you so much- that he would take photos... it turned you on more than you knew.

Especially in the state he’d left you. You were bound, kneeling, and marked with his come. Focused on his every move and direction. Lost in the fuzzy bliss of his attention. Pleading for whatever he’d give you. Your stomach flipped just thinking about him looking back at the stereos, touching his big cock again at the memory of YOU.

Even now, he groaned quietly as he surveyed you below him: posing so patiently. When he could tell you enjoyed it, his pupils widened further.

“Sit up a little sweetheart.”

You complied, pushing your breasts out to greet his lens, firm, high and peaked. His attention made you bold. You tilted your head and thrust your tongue, giving him the hooded, fucked-out eyes he’d caused. You wanted him, badly. And you wanted the camera to see it.

You needed him to know how much you loved what he’d done.

Brian sucked in a breath, and inwardly, you preened at his reaction. “Fuckin’ hell.” You held still for the stereo, and basked in the praises that streamed from his lips as he photographed you.

“Such a gorgeous, perfect little slut. So good for me baby. So good for Daddy.” He lowered his voice on the last word, as payback for your lewd pose, knowing how it would affect you. “You look beautiful with my come, Y/N. You look like you’re mine.”

“Nnnmmph...” a whimper escaped from your throat, and Brian latched onto it.

“And I know you love it- dirty girl. You love Daddy’s come, don’t you? You’d love for everyone to see you like this.” A naughty eyebrow rose, pleased with your hooded eyes. “They’d know what you let me do to you. They’d know who you belong to.”

To prove his point, Brian hooked his thumb in your open mouth. He tucked his fingers under your chin and pulled your head up towards him until the muscles in your neck started to strain. You let him have his way: reveling in the guilty weight in your gut as you enjoyed being manhandled.

He snapped another pair of photos with you like that. In his grip. Completely powerless. Stained with tears and come and lust.

Brian looked at you with enough heat to burn. To break you. His head – now so close to yours – was all you could see. You could feel the sweet breeze of his breath. Appreciate every small wrinkle. Every long eyelash. The faint freckle on his lower lip. The flash of pointed canines as he couldn’t decide between a snarl and a smirk.

There was an electricity between you, drawing you together. Sparking down your spine. Simultaneously right and wrong, in all the best ways. All the ways you needed. You didn’t know why he made you feel this way. Desperate. Like you wanted to throw yourself at his feet until you shattered, just so he could put you back together again, properly.

When the tension was too much, Brian groaned, and the feral sound of it drenched your thighs. He leaned impossibly closer, gifting you a last view of his beautiful nose when his nostrils flared at the smell of you and him mixed, before your eyes were forced closed at the proximity. He licked himself off your face. Slow, at first... and then hot and hard and wet.

His tongue roamed your cheeks, your lips. And even that felt huge. It was so far beyond anything you’d ever imagined: completely unexpected, but in the moment so painfully obvious that it felt inevitable. It felt wonderful.

His hand still held your mouth and jaw, so when you begged, “Daddy... please”, it came out as little more than a slurred cry. He chuckled, and finished his dedicated work before deigning to answer you.

“Please... what?”

In reality, you didn’t know. You were in heaven and hell. You didn’t want his attentions to stop, but the throbbing need between your legs was impossible to ignore any longer. Pulses hammered through your folds, waiting for the pleasure that was kept from you. You were convinced you’d come with even the slightest touch, but your hands were tied, and Brian let go of your mouth and looked at you expectantly.

“Please... can I come too?”

Your voice was a wrecked, scratchy, whimpered mess. A hopeful plead at this point, with no expectation. And Brian just tsked.

“Greedy,” he said. While he sat, legs spread wide and chest glowing from recent orgasm. There was a heavy presence of such sin, but it wasn’t from you.

And fuck… you loved it much more than any proper girl should.

“Please Daddy.”

You knew he was doing this for you, putting on a show. Exaggerating certain aspects of himself, playing a character. But the enjoyment on his face was clear too, and it felt real. He was pushing you to your very limits and exploring the unknown. So when his lingering eyes posed their silent question, you nodded your answer. You knew you were safe.

“Not yet.”

His words still hit you like a blow to the chest. You wanted to cry, trying to hide the grimace that was forming on your face. There was something freeing in your powerlessness. Everything condensed down into one pure emotion: a full body experience. With Brian, you lived.

The whirling desperation moistened your eyes, but it never spilled past your lashes- just made your gaze glisten before your lover. His own hazel took everything in. How close to the brink you were, how needy. He cherished your trembling form, for though your struggle was obvious, you’d do anything for him.

“I promised you a reward Y/N... Don’t you want it?”

He knew the answer already, but was pleased when you nodded your assent. “Yes Sir.”

“Of course you do.” He smirked, anticipating how his next thoughts were going to affect you. “I want to taste my favourite, pretty pussy.” Your eyes widened, darkening with arousal and nerves, for Brian seemed to pursue your composure as it retreated. He leaned down, closer to your level, growling with the voice that made your thighs shake. “And YOU want Daddy to eat you out, don’t you baby? You want me to have my wicked way with you, tease you until you’re a screaming, crying little mess of a girl... I’m gonna ruin you Y/N, for as long as I like. And then, you can come.”

FUCK. You only realized your mouth was open from the slight dryness of your tongue. Down below though, things were very wet. The thudding of your heart reverberated around your torso. Your limbs felt numb and directionless. The electric buzz of excitement and nerves took over your being. You looked up at the Adonis of a man above you- who looked ready to devour you whole- and were both terrified, and in love.

“P- Pl-” You couldn’t even form an answer, still awestruck after too long a moment, and Brian couldn’t wait.

“Get on the bed.” He stood up without a second glance and started walking to the bedroom, leaving you to scramble to your feet with your hands still bound. It was difficult and sloppy. Your legs couldn’t function properly after so long on the hard floor, but your cunt dripped and your id yearned to please him with every dirty instinct it possessed.

You ran after Brian, frantic not to make him wait, even for a second. Your knees met the mattress just as his did, and the infuriatingly sexy, smug grin he gave as he observed your desperate obedience made your thighs clench.

He wasted no time, tossing his phone aside, grabbing your waist and all but throwing your body into the position he wanted. You knew you were small, but the disregard with which he manhandled you, so easily... you loved it.

Brian breathed in deep as he settled between your legs, lying on his stomach with his long legs over the edge of the bed, secure on the floor. You pictured the lovely cock that swung between them: pictured its big head rutting into the mattress as he ate you out. Imagined how his low balls would swing, masculine and primal.

“Fuck...” you moaned, already lost in the tight grip around your thighs.

Brian laughed, sniffing again at the smell of your tormented arousal. “I haven’t started yet darling.” He enjoyed his effect on you, but he remembered himself quickly. “Be good.”

With your wrists still bound beneath your back, and the strength of his arms holding your hips, you couldn’t be anything else. “Yes Daddy.”

He started slowly, taking no pity on your already teased state. His lips sucked purple marks along the inside of your thighs; his thumbs kneaded your skin. You tried so hard to keep still, but the sensation was too much, and Brian’s hands had to pin you down to stop you squirming.

He kissed, he bit. You cried out as he overstimulated the skin surrounding your sex: throbbing with the rush of blood, claimed with dark patches from Brian’s mouth. He loved exploring your thighs, and he growled as the fresh marks bloomed before his eyes. You were his. There was no hiding it.

“Please Daddy, please Daddy,” you begged repeatedly, whimpering for a touch where you needed it most. Crying out with his title, like it would stir some form of pity. There was never any answer. Brian was enjoying his task too much, and he knew he could draw your pleasure out endlessly if he stayed away from your clit.

Just when you were about to accept your fate, Brian’s own greed got the better of him. He groaned deep in his chest- a masculine, guttural thing that made your body shiver- and indulged in a proper taste, licking with a wide, flat tongue up the slit between your legs.

“Aaaaahh!” Your hips jerked off the bed involuntarily, only for Brian to snap them down again.

He immediately withdrew his mouth and replaced it with a sharp slap. The sting of his big hand pulsated along your skin, furthering your shameful arousal as he spoke down to you.

“You’re not gonna get anything if you can’t learn to behave.” He hit you again, directly over your swollen pussy, and smirked as your thighs squeezed around his elbows that were holding them apart. “If you act like a little slut Daddy’s gonna treat you like one.”

While normally you’d rather enjoy that, tonight you understood it meant no release.

“N-no!” You panicked, needing his lips back on you immediately. “I’m a good girl. Promise!”

The weight of the short silence almost made you whimper again.

“Hmm...” Brian didn’t seem convinced, but you were sure everything he did at this point was to tease you further. Those black eyes weren’t gonna stop for anything.

You took a deep breath, trying and failing to clear your head with the overwhelming lust controlling your every thought. With great effort, your legs relaxed back onto the mattress. “I can hold still for you. Please Sir.”

After a moment that was too long for your heart, and much too short for your sensitive cunt, Brian nodded. “You’d better.”

He resumed his task with an even harder grip around your thighs. You knew there’d be bruises, and your stomach fluttered at the thought of discovering them all tomorrow.

Brian’s lips drove you wild. He knew just what to do, where to go. How to tease you within an inch of your life and then pull away... leaving your eyes wet with unfulfilled tears. Your throat was sore from the effort it took to contain your whining. Every muscle in your body was pent up, tight, straining for release in a desperate imitation of your cunt.

Your abdominal muscles twitched every time his beautiful curls tickled your thighs. He stimulated you in so many ways at once, but he never let you fall over the edge. And he loved to tease you with his words. Brian liked the sound of his own voice; in bed it wasn’t any different.

“I fucking love this little pussy Y/N. MY little pussy.” He nudged your opening with his pointed nose, giving pleasure to your lower regions with his tongue. As he slid his face upwards, the drag of his nose bumped against your clit. His tongue dived inside you: warm and wet and enticing with every movement. And all the while that fucking gorgeous profile of his stimulated the bundle of nerves below it. The man was made for giving pleasure.

He murmured and groaned against you, a string of sweet nothings until a few words became clear to your ears. “...gorgeous fucking cunt. Bloody hell. I want you in my bed like this forever.”

You weren’t sure if he was really thinking about what he was saying, caught up in eating you out so ravenously, but it made your inner walls flutter around his tongue. Your skin danced with his, trying to pull him further inside you. Every nerve between your legs was desperate for his touch. You’d give anything to be made full.

But the need to be good was stronger- the need to please Brian. And, when he did fill you with one long, tapered finger, the stretch was so much better for the wait. Just to have something inside you, rubbing against the pleasure centres hidden from view. After what seemed like hours of teasing.

“Unngh...” you called out into the room, squirming minutely until you remembered you were told not to move, “Thank you Daddy!”

Brian’s answering hum vibrated through your sex: radiating an unspoken power that you were drawn to again and again. You’d thank him for teasing you, using you... you’d beg for anything.

The truth of your own devotion ran like warm, sticky syrup down your spine. It heated your insides and flooded between your legs, rushing to meet the man who trapped you against the mattress. You were unspeakably close, pulsing and clenching, tense with the restraint of keeping your hips from rutting against Brian’s mouth. You’d never been this tightly-wound in your life. Teased this long. You were too close.

“Please! Need... more!”

His lips closed around your clit, sucking your voice and thoughts into oblivion. You were right there. Ready to unfurl, desperate for the ecstasy of orgasm. You struggled against the tie on your wrists, searching for the last friction you needed against his talented tongue.

“Ah... ah! Aaanngh...” Your peak approached, until... “Nooo!!!

You wanted to scream. You did cry. Again, Brian pulled away when you needed him most, and you could do nothing but wriggle as the bliss of orgasm faded away: a series of forlorn pulses, draining deep back into the pool of pleasure.

You felt the warmth on your cheeks, and you knew there were tracks of fresh tears, but you didn’t care how you looked. Not now. When all you could focus on was the frustration of being powerless. Of having absolutely no control over your own body. A brief image of Roger in the same situation, back on his birthday, flashed to your mind. You felt his useless pleads two-fold, now.

You didn’t see the hazel gaze that admired your submission. Not until he growled, claiming your attention with pathetic ease.

You whimpered, still reeling, but you didn’t whine.

“Good girl Y/N. Very good.”

Brian’s chest was heaving, hinting through the façade of unaffectedness he wore for your enjoyment. For some reason, it tugged at your heart.

He thrust another finger inside you, taking advantage of the break to bring you back under his command. “So soft and warm and tight...” He curled his hand and drew a moan from your lips. “Always fucking tight. It’s a wonder my cock even fits in here...” his dark eyes trailed up your stomach to meet your own, and he smirked, drawling low “...little girl. But you always take me so well.”

The bed shook in punctuation, almost like he’d fucked his hips against the mattress at the thought. You pictured again that big, beautiful cock. You moaned.

“Almost done sweetheart. It’s your own fault for being so fucking delicious.” Brian licked his glistening lips, proving his point.

He scissored his two fingers inside you, spreading the juices from your opening, and a tempting ring finger brushed against your other hole. Just testing- for now- but you wanted anything and everything. He’d teased you so long that you longed for the pain of overstimulation.

“God yes,” you sighed, relaxing as best you could. “Please Daddy.”

It was an invitation pleasant to Bri’s ears. He chuckled, content to lord over you. Perfectly pleased that you wanted everything he offered.

“This time,” he said, with just the slightest condescending lilt, “You can come.”

He dove back down to his prize, and both anticipation and relief washed over your skin, only to be quickly replaced by pleasure. Brian’s mouth worked in time with his fingers. He stroked your insides and tortured your outsides, flicking his clever tongue back and forth over the swollen bud of nerves between them. It was like flames of heavy fire, scorching your sex. You wanted to be burned. You wanted him to take everything he wanted and leave nothing but charred remains to begin anew.

The bed was soaked, and Brian’s hands weren’t any better. When he snuck a finger around to your arse you could feel the wetness it brought with it. He slid in, easier than expected, and the combined sensation left you gasping.

“F- fuck... Please.” You were rutting your hips against his face, knowing it was naughty, but desperate to feel the substance of his fingers moving within you.

Brian’s answering growl liquified your muscles. A short warning to behave. That he’d give you what you needed this time, if you were good.

The tightness was everywhere again. The feeling of being full, of having that strong tongue brush against your pussy. You were being devoured: no longer able to move or think for yourself. The words from your lips were mindless, begging for what only Brian could give you.

“Please Daddy, please Daddy, PLEASE DADDY!” You repeated the only thought in your brain, endlessly. You needed him. HIM.

Your thighs gave way, clenching uselessly. Your cunt fluttered, signaling its warning. Everything was so tense you wanted to scream- it was gonna hurt. You didn’t want it to stop.

Brian’s huge fingers drove deep into your holes, shooting pleasure and pain. Touching each other inside you. His lips latched on to where you needed them most.

“Ah- Aahh! Aaaahhhhhhh... DADDY!” You did scream when the climax hit you. More gut-wrenching than you could handle. Hot, overwhelming, and so hard it brought tears to your eyes. There was a gush of pleasure: like you couldn’t control any facet of your body. You’d never experienced anything like it before; so much wetness. So little control. Brian had taken it all, and you drained every last bit of energy in the convulsions as your legs spasmed.

“Unnngghh...” he moaned too, mixing his deeper tones with your high ones, pressing his face impossibly harder against you, riding you through waves of ecstasy. He locked your hips into place, determined to enjoy every last movement. Every last taste of the wetness that he squeezed from your sex.

The room spun. The only solid sensation in your body was the weight of Brian’s head. You focused on the onslaught of orgasmic clenches that remained, slowly trailing into relaxation until a sweet satisfaction replaced the blinding pleasure. It was only then that you fully realized what you’d done. What Brian had made you do.

Feeling your breath settle, he pulled away from your pussy. The entire lower half of his face was dripping with your fluids, from his nose to his chin. The embarrassment flushed immediately to your face. Even his hair was slick and wet where it surrounded his cheeks.

You’d never gotten this wet before. You’d never felt that release. But you’d been teased so LONG... and you just couldn’t help it. You were shocked. It was only the obvious delight in Brian’s eyes that let you maintain contact. He pulled his fingers out of you with a filthy ‘shluck’, and gripped your thighs on either side.

“Oh sweetheart,” Brian cooed, still a little teasing in his tone, “I didn’t know you could do that.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, shivering, suddenly cold, under his dark gaze. “...I didn’t either.”

And if possible, his eyes blackened further. He licked the excess slick off his lips. It would take a lot more to clean his cheeks and neck.

“Is that the first time you’ve ever squirted?”

It was a strange word, sounding almost juvenile regularly, but from Brian’s lips, in that tone, it felt like an accomplishment. He looked at you like the most incredible treasure on earth.

“...Yes Sir.”

He grinned wide enough to flash you his white teeth, pointed and predatory. “Never for anyone else?”

You shook your head.

“Only me.” Brian was keen to confirm his thoughts, almost to the point of exasperation.

You nodded, and returned his smile, showing the truth in your eyes. “Yes Daddy, only for you.”

The moan that came from his throat almost made you come again. Brian looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, squeezing the flesh of your thighs as he savoured the moment. You knew how much he loved to be your first. How satisfied he was right now, in your slight embarrassment. You really did have no control when it came to that man.

When he looked back at you, his eyes trapped you within them. “Good girl.”

He let go of your thighs and flung himself overtop your chest, pressing you into the mattress and practically burying you beneath him in his quest for your lips. He kissed you with reckless abandon: a vortex in which you could only submit. Let yourself be ravaged again, content in his eagerness to have you. He thrust his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself. When you couldn’t breathe, he turned to sucking your open lips- your bottom one between his teeth long enough to leave marks. Your breaths mingled and your souls combined. You were completely covered, completely at his mercy, and so fully devoured that you could never again question who you belonged to.

Who you’d given yourself to.

Who you loved.

You lay there, squished beneath him in a way you didn’t even think he realized, as the kiss became more languid. He remembered himself eventually, and took his weight back onto his arms, apologizing when it wasn’t necessary. You loved the feel of him above you. He rolled you onto your side and finally untied your wrists, kissing at the tiny red marks left by the silk. His lips trailed along your arms and back up to your neck.

Free now to touch, you massaged his skin as he bit new marks over the old. You traced his spine when he traced your collar. You rubbed and hugged and cherished the man who gave you so much, who you loved with every piece of your soul.

Brian didn’t ask for anything else that night, despite the semi you could feel against your stomach, and though you would have given him anything, you were relieved. You felt exhausted. It had been wonderful, but it had been a lot.

He let you indulge yourself, nuzzled against his chest, seeking comfort and praise as he murmured sweet nothings in your ear. “My good girl... such a lovely little thing. You did so well today honey. ...I love you.”

You answered everything with little squeaks and gentle kisses to his skin. There was something immensely sweet about the way he couldn’t seem to get enough of you. How he always had to hold you, touch you, keep you with him. How he constantly reminded you that you were his. He loved you, and it was perfect. But this was a special, cloying type of love that took over your soul. Always too much and never, ever enough.

All at once, your brain found words for it. He was obsessed with you.

The thought thrilled and scared you to the bone... terrifying in its sudden truth. Even as he continued to hold you close.

You already knew you couldn’t live without him, but for the first time... you worried how he’d cope without you.

Chapter 121: Picture Perfect (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as the previous chapter without the Daddy kink!

“Don’t move.”

Brian’s voice was soft, but his order reverberated around the room, and through your foggy head. You could still feel the imprint of his lips on your forehead, and the itch of his cooling come on your cheeks.

You did as he asked without question. The pleasant, weightless feeling had taken over your body more than ever before. You knew you’d been a good girl, and Brian’s pride made you feel complete. So when he stood up to tower above you with his legs spanning your body, you felt safe. And when he walked away across the room, you weren’t worried. You knew he’d come back.

You closed your eyes and focused on the sensations surrounding you: the binding silk on your wrists, the strained soreness in your knees, the still-wet come on your face, the warm glow in your chest. Despite the ache in your joints and the unfulfilled throbbing in your pussy, you wouldn’t change a thing. Brian had taken you to a whole new, exciting, wonderful place. No whirring thoughts, no expectations. Just him.

You listened to the return of his footsteps, and the breathy chuckle as he noticed your closed eyes and loopy smile. The tired, warm contentness still filled your veins, so you didn’t open your eyes even as Brian sat back down.

The only sound was the slight creak of the chair as Brian must have shifted his weight, first on your right, then your left. Normally, you’d be curious what he was doing. But right now, for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You just knew you loved him, and he’d tell you what you needed to know.

“Beautiful baby,” came his smooth voice, caressing your heart and soul. Every utterance made you shiver. “Now, eyes open.”

Your eyelashes fluttered when you looked up at him, and your vision took a second to focus. Brian was holding his phone a few feet from your face, pointed at you, in the tell-tale position for a photo. Your mouth dropped open.

“Oohh... that’s very good.”

Again, he rocked side to side. And you knew now what he was doing. Brian Harold May, CBE, was taking pictures of you, naked and covered in his own come. Stereo pictures.

You could feel your neck flushing hot and red. You loved it. Another flood of wetness slickened your desperate sex. The thought of Brian wanting you so much- enjoying the sight of you so much- that he would take photos... it turned you on more than you knew.

Especially in the state he’d left you. You were bound, kneeling, and marked with his come. Focused on his every move and direction. Lost in the fuzzy bliss of his attention. Pleading for whatever he’d give you. Your stomach flipped just thinking about him looking back at the stereos, touching his big cock again at the memory of YOU.

Even now, he groaned quietly as he surveyed you below him: posing so patiently. When he could tell you enjoyed it, his pupils widened further.

“Sit up a little sweetheart.”

You complied, pushing your breasts out to greet his lens, firm, high and peaked. His attention made you bold. You tilted your head and thrust your tongue, giving him the hooded, fucked-out eyes he’d caused. You wanted him, badly. And you wanted the camera to see it.

You needed him to know how much you loved what he’d done.

Brian sucked in a breath, and inwardly, you preened at his reaction. “Fuckin’ hell.” You held still for the stereo, and basked in the praises that streamed from his lips as he photographed you.

“Such a gorgeous, perfect little girl. So good for me baby. Such a good slut.” He lowered his voice on the last word, as payback for your lewd pose, knowing how it would affect you. “You look beautiful with my come, Y/N. You look like you’re mine.”

“Nnnmmph...” a whimper escaped from your throat, and Brian latched onto it.

“And I know you love it- dirty girl. You love my come, don’t you? You’d love for everyone to see you like this.” A naughty eyebrow rose, pleased with your hooded eyes. “They’d know what you let me do to you. They’d know who you belong to.”

To prove his point, Brian hooked his thumb in your open mouth. He tucked his fingers under your chin and pulled your head up towards him until the muscles in your neck started to strain. You let him have his way: reveling in the guilty weight in your gut as you enjoyed being manhandled.

He snapped another pair of photos with you like that. In his grip. Completely powerless. Stained with tears and come and lust.

Brian looked at you with enough heat to burn. To break you. His head – now so close to yours – was all you could see. You could feel the sweet breeze of his breath. Appreciate every small wrinkle. Every long eyelash. The faint freckle on his lower lip. The flash of pointed canines as he couldn’t decide between a snarl and a smirk.

There was an electricity between you, drawing you together. Sparking down your spine. Simultaneously right and wrong, in all the best ways. All the ways you needed. You didn’t know why he made you feel this way. Desperate. Like you wanted to throw yourself at his feet until you shattered, just so he could put you back together again, properly.

When the tension was too much, Brian groaned, and the feral sound of it drenched your thighs. He leaned impossibly closer, gifting you a last view of his beautiful nose when his nostrils flared at the smell of you and him mixed, before your eyes were forced closed at the proximity. He licked himself off your face. Slow, at first... and then hot and hard and wet.

His tongue roamed your cheeks, your lips. And even that felt huge. It was so far beyond anything you’d ever imagined: completely unexpected, but in the moment so painfully obvious that it felt inevitable. It felt wonderful.

His hand still held your mouth and jaw, so when you begged, “Sir... please”, it came out as little more than a slurred cry. He chuckled, and finished his dedicated work before deigning to answer you.

“Please... what?”

In reality, you didn’t know. You were in heaven and hell. You didn’t want his attentions to stop, but the throbbing need between your legs was impossible to ignore any longer. Pulses hammered through your folds, waiting for the pleasure that was kept from you. You were convinced you’d come with even the slightest touch, but your hands were tied, and Brian let go of your mouth and looked at you expectantly.

“Please... can I come too?”

Your voice was a wrecked, scratchy, whimpered mess. A hopeful plead at this point, with no expectation. And Brian just tsked.

“Greedy,” he said. While he sat, legs spread wide and chest glowing from recent orgasm. There was a heavy presence of such sin, but it wasn’t from you.

And fuck… you loved it much more than any proper girl should.

“Please Sir.”

You knew he was doing this for you, putting on a show. Exaggerating certain aspects of himself, playing a character. But the enjoyment on his face was clear too, and it felt real. He was pushing you to your very limits and exploring the unknown. So when his lingering eyes posed their silent question, you nodded your answer. You knew you were safe.

“Not yet.”

His words still hit you like a blow to the chest. You wanted to cry, trying to hide the grimace that was forming on your face. There was something freeing in your powerlessness. Everything condensed down into one pure emotion: a full body experience. With Brian, you lived.

The whirling desperation moistened your eyes, but it never spilled past your lashes- just made your gaze glisten before your lover. His own hazel took everything in. How close to the brink you were, how needy. He cherished your trembling form, for though your struggle was obvious, you’d do anything for him.

“I promised you a reward Y/N... Don’t you want it?”

He knew the answer already, but was pleased when you nodded your assent. “Yes Sir.”

“Of course you do.” He smirked, anticipating how his next thoughts were going to affect you. “I want to taste my favourite, pretty pussy.” Your eyes widened, darkening with arousal and nerves, for Brian seemed to pursue your composure as it retreated. He leaned down, closer to your level, growling with the voice that made your thighs shake. “And YOU want me to eat you out, don’t you baby? You want me to have my wicked way with you, tease you until you’re a screaming, crying little mess of a girl... I’m gonna ruin you Y/N, for as long as I like. And then, you can come.”

FUCK. You only realized your mouth was open from the slight dryness of your tongue. Down below though, things were very wet. The thudding of your heart reverberated around your torso. Your limbs felt numb and directionless. The electric buzz of excitement and nerves took over your being. You looked up at the Adonis of a man above you- who looked ready to devour you whole- and were both terrified, and in love.

“P- Pl-” You couldn’t even form an answer, still awestruck after too long a moment, and Brian couldn’t wait.

“Get on the bed.” He stood up without a second glance and started walking to the bedroom, leaving you to scramble to your feet with your hands still bound. It was difficult and sloppy. Your legs couldn’t function properly after so long on the hard floor, but your cunt dripped and your id yearned to please him with every dirty instinct it possessed.

You ran after Brian, frantic not to make him wait, even for a second. Your knees met the mattress just as his did, and the infuriatingly sexy, smug grin he gave as he observed your desperate obedience made your thighs clench.

He wasted no time, tossing his phone aside, grabbing your waist and all but throwing your body into the position he wanted. You knew you were small, but the disregard with which he manhandled you, so easily... you loved it.

Brian breathed in deep as he settled between your legs, lying on his stomach with his long legs over the edge of the bed, secure on the floor. You pictured the lovely cock that swung between them: pictured its big head rutting into the mattress as he ate you out. Imagined how his low balls would swing, masculine and primal.

“Fuck...” you moaned, already lost in the tight grip around your thighs.

Brian laughed, sniffing again at the smell of your tormented arousal. “I haven’t started yet darling.” He enjoyed his effect on you, but he remembered himself quickly. “Be good.”

With your wrists still bound beneath your back, and the strength of his arms holding your hips, you couldn’t be anything else. “Yes Sir.”

He started slowly, taking no pity on your already teased state. His lips sucked purple marks along the inside of your thighs; his thumbs kneaded your skin. You tried so hard to keep still, but the sensation was too much, and Brian’s hands had to pin you down to stop you squirming.

He kissed, he bit. You cried out as he overstimulated the skin surrounding your sex: throbbing with the rush of blood, claimed with dark patches from Brian’s mouth. He loved exploring your thighs, and he growled as the fresh marks bloomed before his eyes. You were his. There was no hiding it.

“Please, please Sir,” you begged repeatedly, whimpering for a touch where you needed it most. Crying out with his title, like it would stir some form of pity. There was never any answer. Brian was enjoying his task too much, and he knew he could draw your pleasure out endlessly if he stayed away from your clit.

Just when you were about to accept your fate, Brian’s own greed got the better of him. He groaned deep in his chest- a masculine, guttural thing that made your body shiver- and indulged in a proper taste, licking with a wide, flat tongue up the slit between your legs.

“Aaaaahh!” Your hips jerked off the bed involuntarily, only for Brian to snap them down again.

He immediately withdrew his mouth and replaced it with a sharp slap. The sting of his big hand pulsated along your skin, furthering your shameful arousal as he spoke down to you.

“You’re not gonna get anything if you can’t learn to behave.” He hit you again, directly over your swollen pussy, and smirked as your thighs squeezed around his elbows that were holding them apart. “If you act like a little slut I'm gonna treat you like one.”

While normally you’d rather enjoy that, tonight you understood it meant no release.

“N-no!” You panicked, needing his lips back on you immediately. “I’m a good girl. Promise!”

The weight of the short silence almost made you whimper again.

“Hmm...” Brian didn’t seem convinced, but you were sure everything he did at this point was to tease you further. Those black eyes weren’t gonna stop for anything.

You took a deep breath, trying and failing to clear your head with the overwhelming lust controlling your every thought. With great effort, your legs relaxed back onto the mattress. “I can hold still for you. Please Sir.”

After a moment that was too long for your heart, and much too short for your sensitive cunt, Brian nodded. “You’d better.”

He resumed his task with an even harder grip around your thighs. You knew there’d be bruises, and your stomach fluttered at the thought of discovering them all tomorrow.

Brian’s lips drove you wild. He knew just what to do, where to go. How to tease you within an inch of your life and then pull away... leaving your eyes wet with unfulfilled tears. Your throat was sore from the effort it took to contain your whining. Every muscle in your body was pent up, tight, straining for release in a desperate imitation of your cunt.

Your abdominal muscles twitched every time his beautiful curls tickled your thighs. He stimulated you in so many ways at once, but he never let you fall over the edge. And he loved to tease you with his words. Brian liked the sound of his own voice; in bed it wasn’t any different.

“I fucking love this little pussy Y/N. MY little pussy.” He nudged your opening with his pointed nose, giving pleasure to your lower regions with his tongue. As he slid his face upwards, the drag of his nose bumped against your clit. His tongue dived inside you: warm and wet and enticing with every movement. And all the while that fucking gorgeous profile of his stimulated the bundle of nerves below it. The man was made for giving pleasure.

He murmured and groaned against you, a string of sweet nothings until a few words became clear to your ears. “...gorgeous fucking cunt. Bloody hell. I want you in my bed like this forever.”

You weren’t sure if he was really thinking about what he was saying, caught up in eating you out so ravenously, but it made your inner walls flutter around his tongue. Your skin danced with his, trying to pull him further inside you. Every nerve between your legs was desperate for his touch. You’d give anything to be made full.

But the need to be good was stronger- the need to please Brian. And, when he did fill you with one long, tapered finger, the stretch was so much better for the wait. Just to have something inside you, rubbing against the pleasure centres hidden from view. After what seemed like hours of teasing.

“Unngh...” you called out into the room, squirming minutely until you remembered you were told not to move, “Thank you Sir!”

Brian’s answering hum vibrated through your sex: radiating an unspoken power that you were drawn to again and again. You’d thank him for teasing you, using you... you’d beg for anything.

The truth of your own devotion ran like warm, sticky syrup down your spine. It heated your insides and flooded between your legs, rushing to meet the man who trapped you against the mattress. You were unspeakably close, pulsing and clenching, tense with the restraint of keeping your hips from rutting against Brian’s mouth. You’d never been this tightly-wound in your life. Teased this long. You were too close.

“Please! Need... more!”

His lips closed around your clit, sucking your voice and thoughts into oblivion. You were right there. Ready to unfurl, desperate for the ecstasy of orgasm. You struggled against the tie on your wrists, searching for the last friction you needed against his talented tongue.

“Ah... ah! Aaanngh...” Your peak approached, until... “Nooo!!!

You wanted to scream. You did cry. Again, Brian pulled away when you needed him most, and you could do nothing but wriggle as the bliss of orgasm faded away: a series of forlorn pulses, draining deep back into the pool of pleasure.

You felt the warmth on your cheeks, and you knew there were tracks of fresh tears, but you didn’t care how you looked. Not now. When all you could focus on was the frustration of being powerless. Of having absolutely no control over your own body. A brief image of Roger in the same situation, back on his birthday, flashed to your mind. You felt his useless pleads two-fold, now.

You didn’t see the hazel gaze that admired your submission. Not until he growled, claiming your attention with pathetic ease.

You whimpered, still reeling, but you didn’t whine.

“Good girl Y/N. Very good.”

Brian’s chest was heaving, hinting through the façade of unaffectedness he wore for your enjoyment. For some reason, it tugged at your heart.

He thrust another finger inside you, taking advantage of the break to bring you back under his command. “So soft and warm and tight...” He curled his hand and drew a moan from your lips. “Always fucking tight. It’s a wonder my cock even fits in here...” his dark eyes trailed up your stomach to meet your own, and he smirked, drawling low “...little girl. But you always take me so well.”

The bed shook in punctuation, almost like he’d fucked his hips against the mattress at the thought. You pictured again that big, beautiful cock. You moaned.

“Almost done sweetheart. It’s your own fault for being so fucking delicious.” Brian licked his glistening lips, proving his point.

He scissored his two fingers inside you, spreading the juices from your opening, and a tempting ring finger brushed against your other hole. Just testing- for now- but you wanted anything and everything. He’d teased you so long that you longed for the pain of overstimulation.

“God yes,” you sighed, relaxing as best you could. “Please Sir.”

It was an invitation pleasant to Bri’s ears. He chuckled, content to lord over you. Perfectly pleased that you wanted everything he offered.

“This time,” he said, with just the slightest condescending lilt, “You can come.”

He dove back down to his prize, and both anticipation and relief washed over your skin, only to be quickly replaced by pleasure. Brian’s mouth worked in time with his fingers. He stroked your insides and tortured your outsides, flicking his clever tongue back and forth over the swollen bud of nerves between them. It was like flames of heavy fire, scorching your sex. You wanted to be burned. You wanted him to take everything he wanted and leave nothing but charred remains to being anew.

The bed was soaked, and Brian’s hands weren’t any better. When he snuck a finger around to your arse you could feel the wetness it brought with it. He slid in, easier than expected, and the combined sensation left you gasping.

“F- fuck... Please.” You were rutting your hips against his face, knowing it was naughty, but desperate to feel the substance of his fingers moving within you.

Brian’s answering growl liquified your muscles. A short warning to behave. That he’d give you what you needed this time, if you were good.

The tightness was everywhere again. The feeling of being full, of having that strong tongue brush against your pussy. You were being devoured: no longer able to move or think for yourself. The words from your lips were mindless, begging for what only Brian could give you.

“Please Sir, please Sir, PLEASE SIR!” You repeated the only thought in your brain, endlessly. You needed him. HIM.

Your thighs gave way, clenching uselessly. Your cunt fluttered, signaling its warning. Everything was so tense you wanted to scream- it was gonna hurt. You didn’t want it to stop.

Brian’s huge fingers drove deep into your holes, shooting pleasure and pain. Touching each other inside you. His lips latched on to where you needed them most.

“Ah- Aahh! Aaaahhhhhhh... Nnyaagh!” You did scream when the climax hit you. More gut-wrenching than you could handle. Hot, overwhelming, and so hard it brought tears to your eyes. There was a gush of pleasure: like you couldn’t control any facet of your body. You’d never experienced anything like it before; so much wetness. So little control. Brian had taken it all, and you drained every last bit of energy in the convulsions as your legs spasmed.

“Unnngghh...” he moaned too, mixing his deeper tones with your high ones, pressing his face impossibly harder against you, riding you through waves of ecstasy. He locked your hips into place, determined to enjoy every last movement. Every last taste of the wetness that he squeezed from your sex.

The room spun. The only solid sensation in your body was the weight of Brian’s head. You focused on the onslaught of orgasmic clenches that remained, slowly trailing into relaxation until a sweet satisfaction replaced the blinding pleasure. It was only then that you fully realized what you’d done. What Brian had made you do.

Feeling your breath settle, he pulled away from your pussy. The entire lower half of his face was dripping with your fluids, from his nose to his chin. The embarrassment flushed immediately to your face. Even his hair was slick and wet where it surrounded his cheeks.

You’d never gotten this wet before. You’d never felt that release. But you’d been teased so LONG... and you just couldn’t help it. You were shocked. It was only the obvious delight in Brian’s eyes that let you maintain contact. He pulled his fingers out of you with a filthy ‘shluck’, and gripped your thighs on either side.

“Oh sweetheart,” Brian cooed, still a little teasing in his tone, “I didn’t know you could do that.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, shivering, suddenly cold, under his dark gaze. “...I didn’t either.”

And if possible, his eyes blackened further. He licked the excess slick off his lips. It would take a lot more to clean his cheeks and neck.

“Is that the first time you’ve ever squirted?”

It was a strange word, sounding almost juvenile regularly, but from Brian’s lips, in that tone, it felt like an accomplishment. He looked at you like the most incredible treasure on earth.

“...Yes Sir.”

He grinned wide enough to flash you his white teeth, pointed and predatory. “Never for anyone else?”

You shook your head.

“Only me.” Brian was keen to confirm his thoughts, almost to the point of exasperation.

You nodded, and returned his smile, showing the truth in your eyes. “Yes Sir, only for you.”

The moan that came from his throat almost made you come again. Brian looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, squeezing the flesh of your thighs as he savoured the moment. You knew how much he loved to be your first. How satisfied he was right now, in your slight embarrassment. You really did have no control when it came to that man.

When he looked back at you, his eyes trapped you within them. “Good girl.”

He let go of your thighs and flung himself overtop your chest, pressing you into the mattress and practically burying you beneath him in his quest for your lips. He kissed you with reckless abandon: a vortex in which you could only submit. Let yourself be ravaged again, content in his eagerness to have you. He thrust his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself. When you couldn’t breathe, he turned to sucking your open lips- your bottom one between his teeth long enough to leave marks. Your breaths mingled and your souls combined. You were completely covered, completely at his mercy, and so fully devoured that you could never again question who you belonged to.

Who you’d given yourself to.

Who you loved.

You lay there, squished beneath him in a way you didn’t even think he realized, as the kiss became more languid. He remembered himself eventually, and took his weight back onto his arms, apologizing when it wasn’t necessary. You loved the feel of him above you. He rolled you onto your side and finally untied your wrists, kissing at the tiny red marks left by the silk. His lips trailed along your arms and back up to your neck.

Free now to touch, you massaged his skin as he bit new marks over the old. You traced his spine when he traced your collar. You rubbed and hugged and cherished the man who gave you so much, who you loved with every piece of your soul.

Brian didn’t ask for anything else that night, despite the semi you could feel against your stomach, and though you would have given him anything, you were relieved. You felt exhausted. It had been wonderful, but it had been a lot.

He let you indulge yourself, nuzzled against his chest, seeking comfort and praise as he murmured sweet nothings in your ear. “My good girl... such a lovely little thing. You did so well today honey. ...I love you.”

You answered everything with little squeaks and gentle kisses to his skin. There was something immensely sweet about the way he couldn’t seem to get enough of you. How he always had to hold you, touch you, keep you with him. How he constantly reminded you that you were his. He loved you, and it was perfect. But this was a special, cloying type of love that took over your soul. Always too much and never, ever enough.

All at once, your brain found words for it. He was obsessed with you.

The thought thrilled and scared you to the bone... terrifying in its sudden truth. Even as he continued to hold you close.

You already knew you couldn’t live without him, but for the first time... you worried how he’d cope without you.

Chapter 122: Playtime

Notes:

Hi y'all!! I'm back! Sorry for the delay... updates should be a bit faster from now on until Sept! Please enjoy a fun little chapter. It's mostly a teaser for the one to follow... but it got so long that I split it up :)

The QAL tour was now in Nashville, America’s musical heartland. You woke up the same way you had for the last few weeks: in Brian’s bed, with your own room empty and neglected. Dreams of silver curls and pointed smiles gave way to patches of soft skin against your body. His heat radiated though you, rooting you to the spot with its temptation. Brian’s presence promised security, desire, and love. The smell of him enveloped your mind in not-quite fantasies.

Your body- small in his arms- brought him something special too. You knew it in the blackness of his eyes, the twitch of his lips. The way his face would light up when he saw you. How his hands would reach out to touch, without thinking.

You saw it in the confidence of his stride, and the passion of his playing. You felt it in the way he’d take you, night after night, like you were the only thing that mattered.

The tangle of limbs proved inevitable, for soon after you stirred, Brian did as well: slowly, like you’d grown accustomed to. No matter how high the sun was in the sky, every morning was an early one for Bri. You were lucky if he was out of bed before noon.

“Mmngh...” he groaned, almost soft enough to miss. The lazy plead of a man still half within the realm of sleep. You wouldn’t bother him. Brian did as he pleased, and you enjoyed every second in his arms.

You relaxed into his embrace and waited, content to feel the naked touch of his body. The swell of his stomach always fit snug into the dip of your back; his arms wrapped around your torso. The hair on his legs brushed against your skin and tickled occasionally. The loose weight of his balls and the soft length of his shaft tucked against your bottom. Your body was made perfectly to fit beside his.

Silent bliss lasted a few more minutes, until Brian brought his lips to your ear. “Good morning my sweet girl,” he murmured, nudging his moist lips against your ear slightly, “How’re you feeling today?”

His hands traced your sides, motioning at the new marks from last night. The memories of his heavy fingers were still fresh in your mind. It had been another evening of passion, leaving you both numb, exhausted and satisfied.

“Wonderful.” You rubbed overtop his hands, keeping them against your skin. “I’m waking up next to you.”

His soft chuckle floated softly against your skin, for your ears only. “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing that.”

“Then I’ll have to make sure to remind you every... single... morning.” Your smile carried into your voice, and you pressed pursed kisses to the part of his arms you could reach. Brian squeezed you back. He held you for a few more moments, enjoying the light mood and intimacy. Until his need for playful companionship grew more insistent.

“Mighty assumptive of you Y/N...” he joked, rocking himself further against you, and you knew there was nothing serious about his words. “...What makes you think you can tempt me so easily?”

You knew a bluff when you saw one, and were always eager to rise to Brian’s bait. He was practically keeping you hostage in his grip, yet failed to admit how much he wanted you.

“I don’t need to stay then Sir.”

You put on your best dismissive tone and wriggled to remove yourself from his arms, the casual use of one of his titles an intended tease. You managed to release your body: Brian clearly struggling with the situation he’d caused himself. It was either lose the little game you were playing, or lose you from his morning bed.

You quickly found out which he’d chosen.

He grabbed your wrists in each of his hands and pinned them on the pillows above your head, rolling his much larger body overtop yours so that his knees bracketed your thighs and his shins weighed your legs down. The covers slid to settle just above his waist. There was nothing you could do to escape him, and you loved it.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Brian grinned, smarmy and far too pleased. He loomed above you and lorded the full display of his control. He could take anything he wanted from you, and he knew it. The dark glint in his eyes gave away just how delighted he was to see you helpless beneath him. The same sparkle urged you to resist. You pushed against his arms and arched your back, just to see what he would do.

The fruitlessness of your struggle was deeply erotic, to both parties involved. Your hands barely moved beneath his strength. Your breasts heaved closer to him in your exertion.

“None of that now darling,” Brian quipped, “You’re mine.”

The implication hung heavy and enticing. His. To do with as he pleased.

He lowered his head to capture one of your peaked nipples between his lips, and all thought of resistance left your mind. The moan that escaped your mouth betrayed your weakness for the man above you. It was never a fair fight.

Brian grazed your sensitive flesh with his teeth, nipping slightly to make you yelp, and then soothing the ache away with his lapping tongue. His hands dug into your wrists, but his mouth worshiped your breasts. When you squirmed and writhed and could take no more, he simply switched to the other side. No piece of your skin was left unattended.

The intimacy of his suckling underpinned every moan of pleasure. You were fully submissive beneath him, but the vulnerability he demonstrated in his neediness- in the very act he was committing- called out to something new and feminine inside you. He needed this. Needed you with him, feeding some deep part of himself.

He needed to know he was still capable... still worthy. Still a man, in need of a woman.

You couldn’t tell if the wetness in your eyes was from his teasing, but it felt poignant either way. “Brian, please,” you begged for the unknown. For him to stop, or to continue forever.

“Mmm...” he hummed around your teat, sucking the entire areola into his mouth with increased pressure. He pulled his head up slowly, taking your tit with him, until at last it popped out of his mouth and bounced back to your chest- wet and shining. The room air was suddenly cold against it, missing the velvet of Brian’s mouth.

“Delicious.”

This time, the smirk on Brian’s face was a little softer. His eyes shone with the galaxies beneath them. Your heart thumped in your chest.

“Don’t move.”

It was a command, and one you weren’t about to break. He’d put you in your place with a few minutes of pleasure. The soft haze of bliss was still heavy from sleep, and you relaxed into the ease of his wants. You nodded and closed your eyes.

The grip around your wrists disappeared, replaced by dull notes of Brian rummaging around in his bedside drawer. You felt the loss of his weight above you, but knew it would return, and released a gentle sigh when his thighs found their place again.

Your eyes shocked back open when stark cold met your skin. His face come into view, smiling, looking back into your wide eyes. “Just relax sweetheart.” His hand rubbed where the cold was moments ago, and you realized he was massaging lotion into your skin. It smelled divine.

Brian worked methodically, soothing over the parts of your body he’d marked last night, and previously. The small bruises always healed quickly, and didn’t cause you any pain, but he always made sure you were taken care of. He also liked surveying his work. Every little colour of his possession deepened his gaze as his hands stroked with reverence. You closed your eyes again and settled into the feeling of his touch.

When he was done, he placed kisses where his hands had been. The imprints of his lips sank into your skin and left tingling spots of pleasure. A stray curl or two brushed over your flesh as he did so. You reopened your eyes to see his little smile, and watched as he leaned over to the bedside table again, daintily picked up your collar from where it had been placed before sleep last night, and held it between two long fingers.

You could see the question in his expression, and nodded before any words needed to be said. Weeks ago, he’d told you not to wear it during the day- that it was for his eyes only- but, now, here he was, delighting in the thought of it around your neck.

He smoothed over the tender flesh of your throat with the back of his fingers. It was smoother than his callused pads, but still contained all the wonderful lumps and bumps that belied his age. You leaned your head off the pillow so he could tuck the strap behind your neck and fasten the clasp gently at the front.

Brian grinned. “I adore seeing you wear this Y/N. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how good you look when everyone can see you're mine.”

There was no doubt left in your mind; he intended for you to wear it today, and not just in the room.

“And I love wearing it.”

His grin grew big enough to see his little pointed teeth. “Good.”

You fell back into a comfortable silence, you observing him as the weight of his decision ran through your mind. Brian sat on the bed beside you, rolling his shoulders to rid himself of the stiffness of sleep, scratching the morning stubble on his cheeks. His long legs dangled over the mattress to meet the floor. Every moment of impossible normalcy warmed your heart, and the collar around your throat made it pound. You knew he’d been acting different lately- no longer as concerned about hiding his intensions with you. You’d assumed it was because it was a pointless endeavour. Sarina and Anita already knew, and the crew easily suspected it. Maybe, though, there was something else to it. Maybe he was getting just as desperate to experience everything before the tour ended as you were.

Brian started to rub the lotion on his own chest, and even something as simple as that stole all your attention. He caressed the soft contours of his skin and ran his fingers through the white chest hair you loved. You were jealous of his hands, and mesmerized by their movements. He also covered the supple folds on his neck, stretching his chin up as he did so, and then both hairy shoulders, before returning to the ridged sternum between his nipples.

He caught your eye then, noticing your staring, and winked. Arousal licked at your core. His movements continued under your heavy gaze, underpinned by a handsome smirk. Eventually, he held out the bottle for you to take. His eyebrows rose in invitation, and you jumped into action.

You knew what was next, and so did Bri. You could see him smirk as the want grew between your legs. You were both still naked on the bed, but being invited to touch like this- with no ulterior motive- was more erotic than the lack of clothing.

Your hands shook just slightly as you squeezed a dollop of lotion onto your palm. Brian sat still and waited for you to shuffle closer, watching with dark, knowing eyes as your hand made its way reverently to his middle.

Brian’s tummy was smooth beneath your skin; he didn’t even flinch at the cool cream. He let you caress him, explore every beautiful inch, all the while watching the movements of your hands. You didn’t even know when the second hand had joined in. You just needed to touch as much of Brian as possible.

It was an undeniably special thing, to be allowed this intimacy. Brian knew the secrets you didn’t dare voice, even to yourself. He knew how much you loved him- ALL of him. He even sighed and leaned back on his arms, granting you further access as he enjoyed the feeling of your touch. Thick tendrils of pleasure and arousal slid through your body and caused a shiver in the hot air. Everything was in the open: no judgement, no insecurity.

You would never have believed, even a few weeks ago, that Brian would enjoy such a thing. But... he’d offered. Asked for it, even, in that way of his, where he never really had to ask. A piece of him wanted to be worshiped this way, and a deep part of you latched onto the truth of it. You didn’t think you could ever have enough.

When his belly was done- shining with new moisture- you moved to his thighs. Wiry, strong, and absolutely covered in hair. You delighted in the feel of them too. Occasionally Brian would giggle when your fingers tickled him too much, so you made sure to return to those areas. You loved to see his lithe body squirm.

You were so caught up in the feel of him that, once his legs were done, you felt just cheeky enough to move on to the member between them. Your hands were already slick, and the thought of giving Bri some quick morning pleasure was too delicious to pass up.

He didn’t see it coming as his eyes were closed, but as soon as you wrapped your hand around his cock he groaned. His eyes snapped open, and his hips thrust up against your hand. He was well-trained for pleasure.

“Naughty girl,” he said, but he made no movement to stop you from what you were doing. He even opened his legs slightly, encouraging the wanton behaviour you’d set. The grey curls on his pubis were just visible beneath the bottom of his stomach.

Your heartrate increased as you stroked his flaccid length, memorizing the weight of him, the substantial size. You picked it up and let it flop back down, almost mesmerized. This was a privilege. One that you would never forget.

You cupped and rubbed his balls too. They were heavier than expected. Your stomach clenched as you imagined the weight of them swinging in his shorts. You were certain the years had made them this certain way, but that didn’t stop you from delighting in the ways you could move them.

Throughout all this, you felt Brian’s shaft swell slightly. He certainly wasn’t hard, but you could tell he was enjoying your touch, and that his body was aroused. Whatever happened, you wouldn’t push it. You’d learned your lesson once- the thought of Brian’s embarrassed face was etched into your brain forever- to let him initiate taking things further. You knew the realities of his age, and wouldn’t put him in any situation to feel bad about himself like that ever again.

This morning though, Brian seemed content just to enjoy the sensations of your touch, with no subsequent assumptions. He pulled you into his lap with your legs spread on either side of his, and kissed you while your hands still cupped his dick. His lips were consuming. You didn’t realize the path of his own hands until they found their way to your breasts again. He grabbed your entire tit in his hand and squeezed, a crass reminder of the size difference between you. The sheer expanse of skin he could cover drove you wild. When he heard you moan, he doubled down on the kiss and thrust his tongue into your mouth, pushing your head back with the strength of it. His long nose squished against your cheek.

You tightened your fist around his shaft, eliciting a growl, and Brian responded by pinching each of your nipples between his strong fingers. “Ahh!” you cried out through his lips, pain travelling through your body until wetness pooled between your legs. He’d played with your breasts so much this morning; they were wonderfully tender. Perhaps it was a test for a certain toy you’d purchased back in Toronto.

That thought alone made you shift your hands, Brian’s own nipples suddenly inviting. You rubbed your thumbs over the buds and smiled as they peaked beneath your touch. You petted at the gentle swell of his chest. Squeezed back the same softness he did for you. Not everything about Brian was perfect, but, to you, it was even better.

When his fingers flew to your cunt, you knew you were done for. Your hips rocked against him, pushing back desperately at the flicking fingers on your clit. You could no longer reach his cock with his hands in the way. Your brainless arms wrapped instead around the back of his neck. Your fingers latched onto his soft curls.

The kiss deepened; you both lost your breath. You pulled his hair slightly in an attempted to garner back some semblance of control, but Brian just growled into your mouth. His hands were exquisite as they stimulated your sex. The pleasure was building, building, and just when you thought he was going to lift you up to place you onto his cock, the dreaded man stilled his hands.

He kissed you once more and pulled away, leaving you with wide eyes and a dumbstruck expression. Quickly, confidently, and like he had every fucking right in the world, he slapped your ass. Your mouth was still open as the sting faded to heat.

“Put something nice on, we’re going for lunch.”

He lifted you off his lap and forced your shaky legs onto the floor. The power of it made your knees weak. He’d pleased himself with your body and your eagerness, until he was satisfied. Your own desires didn’t factor into it. It would have been rude... except he knew how much you’d enjoy being his doll. He wasn’t going to come this morning, so you weren’t either.

Perhaps part of his plan was to edge you like this. To leave of taste of him on your lips all day. You didn’t have the want or the will to go against his intensions. The way he’d played with you this morning left a confusing swell of pleasure inside your body. You enjoyed being pliant to his whims.

“Where?” Your voice was still breathless.

Brian grinned, wide, pleased with your reaction. “Poolside, darling. Thought you could enjoy the sun...” he smirked, knowing how worked up he’d left you, “...while I enjoy your swimsuit.”

For some reason, all rational thought left your head, and all you could think of was the horrid tan line your collar would leave on your throat.

Notes:

Back to my cliffhanger ways aren't I? Hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 123: Poolside

Notes:

Hi all! I'm back- look how fast that was ;p

Here's an interesting chapter for you... I'm really curious about everyone's reaction.

Remember, Brian and Y/N's relationship is not perfect, and Y/N's insights as the narrator are from her POV and her own internal thoughts.

Have fun reading!

Brian called down for your lunch order so it was ready by the time you arrived at the pool deck. Two chairs sat around a small table, filled with various plates and jugs: a lovely selection of food and drink. The napkins were folded and the cutlery pre-set and around gold-rimmed plates, giving the table an elegant feel. It was the little things that reminded you who Brian was.

It was a hot afternoon in the sun, but to your surprise the pool area was moderately vacant. It was for hotel guests only, of course. And your table was tucked away under an awning for some shade. The relative solitude would give you a chance to interact in peace.

Brian held your hand as he led you to your seat. His evident happiness filled you with pride; you couldn’t stop from smiling. He was wearing his turquoise swim trunks, a white T-shirt with an adorable robot on it, and the most ridiculous jelly sandals you’d ever seen. The outfit would be a disaster on anyone else, but on him it was beyond endearing. Especially with his hair glowing in the sun. You loved how uncaring he was about fashion. He could make anything sexy.

You were dressed in the same yellow bikini you’d worn to the pool last time. Overtop, you’d put on a white coverup, just thin enough to see the outline of your suit. Little wedged sandals tried and failed to make up for some of the height difference. Your collar felt like a pleasant comfort on your neck. It blurred the line between necklace and something more.

Only a few eyes followed your forms across the patio. Their attention brought mixed feelings of nervousness, but also undeniable excitement. It was a selfish piece of your psyche- the satisfaction you felt to be seen with Brian- and though you’d never ask for such, you weren’t denying him, even if that would probably be for the best.

He pulled your chair out for you to sit in, big hands smoothing over your shoulders briefly when you settled. Brian was always a gentleman. You loved the old-fashioned sentiments that leaked into some aspects of his behaviour. He took his seat opposite, looking at your expression the whole time.

“I hope this is to your liking?” He seemed almost nervous, genuinely hesitant about your reaction. Like there was anywhere he brought you that you wouldn’t be fabulously impressed with. You were just happy to be with him.

“I love it Bri. Looks amazing.” The spread of aromas promised a treat already.

A small flickering smile replaced some of his hesitancy, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from darting around the pool. You wondered then, if it wasn’t really the food he was worried about. You were about to say something- ask if he was still okay bringing you here- when Brian shook his worries away. His curls bounced with the movement of his head.

“Dig in then darling.” He gestured to the lunch, dropping the topic. And you couldn’t argue with that. It smelled delicious.

The food really was superb. You weren’t completely sure what it was called, and were too embarrassed to ask, but the main was some sort of light pasta. Brian always ordered your food for you, and one benefit was that you got to try new things. Dishes you never would have experienced otherwise. There was no stress of a decision.

The company was brilliant too. Brian was a master at interesting conversation, and the few silences were pleasant, not awkward. You knew each other well at this point and topics flowed easily. When the subject of your family came up, questions floated about your siblings, your parents... Bri seemed interested in it all, but swiftly moved on. He similarly was careful not to linger on the topic of his own family. You understood why, but it still caused a pang in your chest when you realized it’d been weeks since you’d grown close, and he’d never discussed these things with you.

Still, lunch was wonderful. Brian was very cute when he ate: gently placing each bite into his mouth, making the most adorable faces of enjoyment. He was well-mannered and clearly having a good time. When the waiter came to collect your plates, Brian tipped him well. You were never, ever, allowed to pay; it was part of it all, and Bri liked to be able to provide.

You left the table and settled in two recliners on the poolside, you giggling when Brian’s feet hung off the end. The afternoon sun was a welcome warmth on your skin as soon as you left the shade. You glowed from the weather and the company, but knew you’d overheat soon if you kept your coverup on. So, you quickly pulled the material over your head and placed it as a pillow. You lover had said he wanted to enjoy your bikini today; you were always eager to please.

You stretched your body along the chair in full view of Brian, trying to maintain an expression of innocence, but hoping that you were teasing him at least a little. Dark hazel eyes never left your form. When you glanced his way, smiling sweetly, his lips twitched back in satisfaction. With an underlying hint of something rather more mischievous. It didn’t take him long to reach for the hem of his own shirt.

Brian crossed his arms and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt, giving you a brief glimpse of pale tummy before he lifted the material properly. In a beautiful moment that was far too short, your lucky eyes got to watch him remove his shirt and toss it to the side. It was so similar to what you’d watched him do in the bedroom, but, now, there were certainly other faces watching. You didn’t know for a fact if he’d have kept the shirt on a month ago, but you knew that your presence in his life certainly made him more comfortable being bare.

You feasted on the sight of him: big, beautiful and nestling into a comfy position on the recliner beside yours. The swell of his stomach bumped softly above the waist of his trunks, which contained a rather nice bulge of their own. The silver hair on his shoulders and chest shone in the sunlight. His feet twitched in their jellies, catching your eye, and your cheeks almost hurt you grinned so wide. You loved everything about this man. You loved that he was here beside you. The warmth and happiness soaked pleasantly into your skin.

After a while you could tell Brian was napping on the chair. His breathing had fallen into the familiar rhythm. You let it relax and guide your own.

…

You only realized you’d dozed off as well when a sun-reddened Bri woke you up with a bottle of sunscreen tapping on your leg. Groggy, but happy to see his face, you blinked up at him.

“Sorry love... d’ya mind doing me back?” He grinned sheepishly, a bit shy to wake you for something he deemed trivial, and your chest fluttered awake.

“Oh god... yes!” You were perhaps a bit too enthusiastic, but memories of the lotion this morning flashed into your brain. “Turn around please.”

Brian winked at your eagerness, chuckling to himself, and followed your instructions. From the looks and smell of it, he’d already done the rest of his body himself. You were sad to have missed it. Though, the feel of his warm skin beneath your hands did help a little. Your fingers combed happily through his rather hairy back, massaging as they delivered the crucial ointment. You patted his shoulders when you completed your task, resisting the urge for a kiss.

“Thanks darling.”

“You’re very welcome Bri... do you mind doing me too?” Your own skin was just about burnt, and you were looking forward to the feel of his hands on your skin again.

He turned back around, and the smirk on his face reminded you of the double meaning of your words. “With pleasure.”

That’s how you found yourself lying on your stomach as Brian May applied sunscreen to the back of your legs. He started low- in places you could easily reach yourself- and then his hands wandered higher. They were so wonderfully large... bringing tingles of excitement with every movement. The calluses scratched your skin only slightly.

Brian paid much more attention to your ass than he should have, especially on the deck of the hotel pool where you were. He probably rubbed in twice the amount he needed to, kneading your curves in his hands. You knew the bikini bottoms didn’t cover much, but surely he was enjoying himself a bit too long. Reluctantly, he moved on to your bare torso and the back of your shoulders: the places you couldn’t actually get yourself.

“Thanks Bri.”

“You’re very welcome.”

Your words mirrored each other’s from earlier, and you both smiled as you realized it. He held out the lotion and you finished your own face and front while he observed in comfortable silence. Shortly after, he looked at you and tilted his head.

“Have I ever told you about my time in Tenerife?”

He had, but not much. So you shook your head and settled into another of his fantastic stories.

…

Around the time when Brian was explaining the troubles of phoning home from a remote location in the late 60s, your own phone rang from the pocket of your coverup behind your head. You apologized and reached to silence it, but hesitated when you saw the caller ID: Jenna.

“I should get this Bri- sorry- one sec.”

You were incredibly interested in his story, but knew you hadn’t spoken to your friend in days. Considering how she reacted last time you left her in the dark you thought it was best to answer while you had the opportunity. You grimaced Brian’s way and walked to a secluded part of the patio, missing the frown that formed on his lips.

“Hi Jenna!”

“Y/N! Good to hear your voice! I haven’t interrupted a rambunctious round of sex again have I?” You cringed a bit, as you always did whenever she brought up what had happened previously, but were pleased that she could joke about it now.

“No, not this time. We’re just at the pool.”

“Oh nice. Well I’ll keep it short then.”

Bless her, Jenna did try to keep it brief, but rather like Bri... she was always enthusiastic... if a bit verbose. By the time she’d finished telling you all the new gossip at the DCC and about the new regimen coach had them on, at least 5 minutes had passed. Maybe more. You were happy to hear about how things were going. She also asked about you, Brian and the tour. Jenna knew as well as you that there weren’t many days left.

“Do you know what you’ll do after the last concert? Come back to the team?”

She seemed hopeful that you would, but the thought tore you up inside. Every time you imagined your life without Brian there was nothing but blackness. You knew you would never be the same.

“I don’t think so Jen.”

“Oh...” you could almost hear the disappointment on her face.

“It’s just, I’ll be graduating soon. Ready to go find a proper job, y’know?”

Silence for a brief moment. “Are you sure that’s what you mean... a proper job?” The implication hung in her tone- that perhaps she thought you’d stay with Brian. She clearly wasn’t pleased with the idea.

You were heartbroken because it didn’t seem possible. “Yes... literally, that’s what I mean.”

Your serious tone brightened Jenna up. “Okay, well that’s good. Things will be back to normal once all this is over. Hope you don’t mind me saying, but you haven’t been yourself lately.”

Her words soured in your mind. You were more yourself now than you’d ever been. Hadn’t Bri shown you that? Couldn’t she see you were happy?

“I guess so.” You didn’t have the energy to fight it and kept your voice light; you just wanted to get back to Brian. “I should get going anyways.”

“Oh yes, yes. I forgot- sorry- this probably wasn’t that short after all.”

“S’okay.”

You said pleasant goodbyes and hung up, promising to talk soon. You loved your friend immensely, and could never be mad at her considering how she supported you through all this, but her concerns stuck like a sore spot. Had you really changed all that much?

The feeling didn’t go away when you returned to Brian: all alone at the poolside. He was still in the chair, sitting rigidly with his long legs crossed. His hair glowing in the sun. He was trying to appear relaxed, but you could tell something was bothering him. You hoped you could help with whatever it was.

“Hi. Sorry. That was longer than I expected.”

His eyes flicked towards you, and though he tried to smile, his gaze seemed to bore through to your insides. “What was it?”

“Just talking to Jenna.”

You felt nervous for some reason, especially as his tone remained forcibly neutral.

“Why were you talking to Jenna?”

“Oh, she just called because we haven’t spoken in a while. I promised to keep her updated after...” you stopped, choosing not to mention the time he hung up on her with his fingers in your cunt, or the way she’d feared for you afterwards. “...Well... we had a bit of fiasco. Anyways, I’ve been busy and haven’t had the chance to call...”

Your words died out, registering the look of displeasure on his face.

“You’re with ME now Y/N.”

He said it like he didn’t quite realize just how often you were with him. Like he was hurt your attention would be elsewhere. You blinked a few times, processing it all. And then you felt bad. Like a sick turn of the stomach.

“I’m sorry Bri...” you weren’t sure what exactly for yet, but you meant it. With all your heart. “I was just--”

Brian encroached into your space, looming over your chair with wide eyes under a furrowed brow- struggling with something. “It doesn’t... matter- just...” he trailed of, shaking his head of whatever thoughts were plaguing him. His expression turned imploring. “Come swimming with me?”

Your heart still thumped wildly in your chest, but there was only one answer on your mind. “Of course.”

He took your hand and led you into the pool, keeping hold of you down the stairs under the guise of helping with your balance. It was brisk, like everything could be solved if he just got you into the water. You felt ashamed that you’d made him feel this way. That you’d made him think you were ignoring him. Brian was the light of your life, and you always wanted to make him happy.

A few people watched as he basically pulled you into the water. Their focus felt physical on your skin, as if every bruise was magnified. The collar on your neck was tighter than it’d ever been.

You knew you were blushing; you thought you might be trembling. There were a lot of emotions swirling in your brain. But the most important thing was... you liked it. You loved being with Brian SO much. Every bit of attention sustained you. Every reaction breathed life into your body.

He wanted you, to the point of irrationality. And the thought was dizzying.

He was jealous. Over YOU.

You let him pull you over to an empty corner of the pool. The cool temperature of the water had barely even registered. All you could think about was the wonder of how possessive he was... and then the why. You imagined him sitting alone at the pair of recliners, questioning where you were. Hunched over and twiddling his thumbs to keep the nagging insecurity at bay. You’d left half-way through his story for God’s sake.

Perhaps you realized now, that you hadn’t been kind to him. Hadn’t been his perfect girl. The vision of his lonely eyes darting around, waiting for the sight of you, broke your heart. After ALL he’d done for you this morning- and the lovely meal he’d provided- this was how you repaid him. You didn’t deserve the beauty of his eyes.

“I’m sorry Brian.” You told him your regrets quietly so no one could overhear, now that you recognized the error in your ways. “You know I always want to be with you, right?”

You were both swaying in the water, facing one another, away from most of the other swimmers in your corner. You could see his expressive face and shining eyes. You watched him lower his gaze to the shimmering surface when he spoke.

“It’s easy for me to forget.”

Oh god. GOD. You wanted to kiss him right now. To bury his head in your arms and soothe all his worries. To show him how loved and cherished he was. How special. You wanted to let him into your body, to lose his struggles in blinding pleasure. To give him everything.

You settled for trailing your finger up his abdomen under the water. A light touch that couldn’t be seen, but could be appreciated. “I’ll make it up to you?”

A teasing promise found its way into your tone, trying to pry him out of his mood. And perhaps Brian couldn’t resist you for long, because his eyes snapped back up to yours. His pupils were wide behind his brow. He seemed to consider it. And then he seemed naughty.

“...Yes. Tonight.”

The darkness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. It was a sudden shift, but you were already looking forward to it.

“Yes Sir,” you whispered, for his ears only.

Brian grinned, and splashed you with his hands, earning a squeal from your lips. You cleared your eyes and readied yourself to fight back, just in time to see him dive down under the water. Your eyes tracked his long form as it moved beneath you. He was like a fish, natural in the water. And it was this admiration that let your leg be trapped in his grip: pulled down briefly just so his hands could slot under your armpits and throw you across the pool.

You landed with a splash, blinded again, but bursting with affection and laughing at his childishness. Faced with a playful warning, you raised your hands in a mock gesture of surrender and floated back over to Brian. His wet locks hung low and somewhat flat for once. You sidled up beside him so you could speak lowly. “Was that my punishment?”

He smirked again, and pinched your bum below the water. “No Y/N, that comes tonight. But I’m glad I have you all to myself again.”

You were glad too. Especially as you swam together, and Brian would cheekily tug on the strings of your bikini when no one was looking. He finished his story too, when you asked him to continue, all smiles and exuberance. You didn’t have many days left together to experience this. You wanted to see him happy. And you knew now that all your attention should be his and his alone.

Notes:

There's an explosive chapter coming up next. My original plan was to post it all together, but I decided in the end to let this one sit and stew on its own a while first. Let me know what you think!
xx DBM

Chapter 124: Enough

Notes:

Here it is: WARNING for a potentially triggering chapter. Basically everything has been pre-tagged earlier in the story. Daddy kink warning too, briefly. I'll probably post another version in a bit.

This one is explosive, yet perhaps inevitable. Hope you enjoy, in some way.

After a couple hours and a pool-side margarita, it was time to go. You were to go change in your own room and meet Brian back in his when you were done. You thought you might even fit a quick phone call in to your parents. Buzzing happily with the recent memory of Bri, you almost skipped down the hallway- still in your bathing suit with your towel wrapped around your torso. Your room wasn’t on the penthouse floor like the bandmembers’ so you had to take the elevator down.

You rounded the corner, and then all your happiness drained into nerves. Sarina was there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. The expression on her face indicated she was waiting exclusively for... you. Your throat dried suddenly, and the mouthful you swallowed stuck halfway down.

“Hello honey.” She stared daggers; her tone was anything but sweet.

“Hi Sarina.”

You wanted badly to keep walking, but simple civility rooted you to the spot. You gave her the only smile you could manage, a tiny flicker on your lips.

“Can you step into my room for a quick chat?”

You could feel your knees start to tremble and hoped it wasn’t visible. You wished you were stronger, but you were alone in a world you only understood next to Bri. You begged your voice not to tremble and tried to get out of the confrontation. “I don’t really have time-”

“I insist.”

Her voice brokered no argument. You nodded in defeat, steeled your nerves, and followed her into the room. The lavish décor and furniture were similar to Brian’s, which was at least some strange comfort in your mind. You glanced around, hoping to see a glimpse of Roger- or any other friendly face- but it wasn’t to be.

“Rog is out for the moment,” Sarina said, clearly knowing what you were looking for. You could hear her smugness in the fact.

What were you supposed to say to that? What were you here for? You moved around the room as if something would give you an excuse to leave. “Okay...”

“You can have a seat if you’d like.”

Sensing futility, you nodded and walked over to the couch. You were still a bit damp from the pool, and therefore folded your towel a few times so you could sit on it and not damage the material. You took your seat, crossed your legs, and watched as Sarina looked you up and down. There was something satisfying in it, and you let her disapproval give you strength. You worked hard for your body; you weren’t embarrassed in your bikini.

“We can skip the pleasantries Sarina.” You clutched at your sudden boldness, hoping to be out of her room as quickly as possible. “What do you want?”

She sneered; all pretence vanished into thin air as she took a step and pointed an angry, shaking finger in your face. “I want to know why YOU are still here.”

You thought the answer was obvious. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but there was one very important thing that made you stay.

“Cause Brian wants me to be.”

She rolled her eyes to the top of her skull. You found a morsel of pleasure in being stubborn, especially when Sarina groaned. “The world doesn’t revolve around what Brian wants.”

At that, you did smile. “Mine does.”

Her coloured lips turned down into a grimace. She was clearly uncomfortable with your words, and you grasped on to that small amount of power. “Don’t make me vomit Y/N. He’s old enough to be your grandfather.”

And that unnecessary insult brough vim to your words. “So what? Look, honestly, Sarina, I don’t think YOU should be the one lecturing me about liking older men.”

Her eyes narrowed. “How dare you. Coming in here acting like-”

“I didn’t ASK to be brought along. I wasn’t looking for anything. Didn’t have an ulterior motive like you seem to suggest.” Your angry outburst died down, replaced by something genuine. For all your nerves and anger, you just wanted her to understand. “I just noticed Brian was... missing something... I guess.”

You hoped she’d see that you had the best intentions. That you were doing wrong things for the right reasons. That you cared for Brian and wanted what was best for him. But you knew how hard it would be to see your side of things... and you were right to be worried. Sarina didn’t. Instead, she ripped your heart apart with a dagger you couldn’t parry.

“Yeah. He’s missing his fucking wife. And you’re a damn poor substitute.”

The bitterness in her tone tore right through the bit of confidence you’d built up. Because you knew at least a part of it was true. It had to be. And it made you feel pathetic and replaceable. Your gaze dropped to the floor as tears threatened to fall. The sudden pain in your throat stole strength from your voice. You thought yourself weak again, hating it, but fighting to explain your situation.

“I’d do anything to make him happy.” It came out a whisper. “I’d leave if I knew that’s what he really wanted.”

The other woman didn’t sympathize with your tone or your words. “We already tried that, and the man’s incapable.” She huffed, and you looked at her again as she crossed her arms. “I’M telling you to leave now. Tonight.”

As terrible as she made you feel, you wouldn’t let her bully you that far. Not when it would hurt Brian.

“I can’t leave him like that.”

She shook her head and tightened her hands into fists. “It’s what’s best. You’re gonna get caught- SOON. I saw you two at the pool today. It’s the most obvious fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed. I don’t know what’s going through Brian’s head, but this can’t continue.” Her crystal clear eyes locked onto yours, at her wits end, almost pleading. “Y/N, you need to be the one to put an end to this.” Her voice grew scratchy. “You’re hurting Anita, and will hurt Brian too. Leaving is what’s best for him.”

You took a long, deep breath, and sighed, processing it all. It wasn’t a new revelation. You knew she wouldn’t like your answer, but you’d already ran through all this a million times in your head. “If I honestly believed that, I would.” You wanted her to see the truth in your words. “I really do love him.”

Sarina just stared at you. The seconds dragged on with your heart in your throat, until a dreadful, disgusted expression graced her beautiful features. “You’re fucking selfish, and you can’t see it. You’re a bloody HOMEWRECKER, you bitch!” she spat, enraged again in a second.

Now it was you who wanted to vomit. It felt like your breath was caught in your chest.

“You cheating, lying, gold-digging fucking CUNT! You’re not worth the air you breathe. Taking advantage of a lonely old man like this- you should be fucking ashamed of yourself.” She paced the room, flinging insults with vitriol. “You’re the WORST kind of woman. DISGUSTING!!”

You knew this conversation could never go well, but you hadn’t been prepared for quite this much. The accusations... the truths. They built up and broke down your walls. Tears streamed silently from your eyes. You hated yourself in that moment, for what you’d done. And for what you knew you’d continue to do. You could do nothing but take the insults Sarina threw at you in solemn silence, until a sharp knock at the door startled you awake.

“Let me in Sarina. That’s enough.”

Brian’s voice broke through the door, hard and dangerous. And you were selfish again, because you’d never been so relieved in your life. He rapped his knuckles once more, even louder, and your captor was forced to let him in, lest the whole hotel hear the racket.

He barged through the frame like a raging bull, slamming the door behind himself, snarling in anger. In the moment, he looked about seven feet tall. His hair stuck out as if channelling his anger; his face was hard and red. But, when his eyes fell to yours they softened. They carried love and safety, even at a quick glance.

They narrowed again at Sarina.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Brian had a way of lingering on his expletives, giving his mood even more weight.

To her credit, Sarina defended herself as if she’d done nothing wrong. “I saw Y/N in the hallway and wanted to have a word.”

Brian simply stared, almost in disbelief, looking back and forth between your form on the couch, still in your bikini, and hers standing a few feet away with her arms crossed and her chin high. He shook his head, and she glared at him as he spoke.

“So you were just waiting in the hall to harass my...” he hesitated slightly, and Sarina made good use of it. She was fuming.

“Your WHAT, Bri? Exactly. She’s a fucking groupie and you’re parading her around the pool deck like you fucking WANT to get caught.”

“Oh, piss off.” Brian snarled back. “What are you, spying on us? We’re not doing anything wrong. She could be anyone.”

“Do you want that on tomorrow’s front page? ‘Brian May and his fucking granddaughter?’”

Brian groaned, throwing his hands up in the air and threading them through his thick curls. “Of FUCKING COURSE I don’t. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Then why don’t you stop all this? You should have got rid of her when I told you to.”

He gave her a hard look: pinched brows and clenched jaw. Clearly wishing she’d drop the whole thing, especially with you listening a few feet away. He took a deep breath, trying to gain control of the situation.

“I can’t. It’s... complicated. I-”

“No it fucking isn’t.”

He glared at her again for interrupting. “Sarina, please. I lo-”

“Don’t please me, you-”

Brian growled, raising his voice over her feminine one. “I LOVE her! Okay? I’ve fallen in fucking LOVE.”

The room screamed in silence after his booming voice ended abruptly. Brian’s convictions were wonderful, but they just make things worse. After hearing his words, Sarina’s eyes turned to burn holes in your skin. You wished you could be anywhere else.

“You slimy little bitch. How’ve you pulled this off? Hmm?” She turned Brian’s love for you into some horrid bewitchment. “A blowie a day? ...Two??? How ‘bout letting him fuck you in that tight little arse?”

“ENOUGH.”

Sarina snorted despite the fierce power of Brian’s command. You hated the whole situation and felt like nothing more than a useless puddle who couldn’t defend herself. You loved that he was fighting for you, but you hated to put him in the position. You hated the slivers of truth that slipped into her words.

“You DON’T say things like that about her,” he finished hard, drawing the line.

Sarina just stood there, mouth open in an unbelieving grimace. She eyed the tall guitarist who’d stepped between you.

“Really Bri? You love her?” She moved towards him, disapproving. “Is that why she’s wearing a fucking dog collar?” Her expression said it all, and she mumbled just loud enough for you to hear. “Looks like a bitch to me.”

Brian’s eyes went wide; his cheeks twitched and face hardened. The words affected him more than they should. You knew he could be sensitive about how things were perceived. You knew a tiny, guilty piece of himself was on Sarina’s side. The sight of Brian’s cowed face finally pushed you to speak up. It was easier to be strong for him.

“It’s not like that.”

Feminine eyes narrowed in on you again, but you didn’t miss the grateful flick of Brian’s mouth. Sarina’s pursed lips wrinkled with the pressure. “Right. I’m sure it’s not.” Her tone was formidable as she paced the room, snarling at Brian. “Isn’t that right, Daddy?”

Her eyes weren’t finding their match with his, which were still focused on the floor, so they sought yours. “He doesn’t pay you, right?! And he definitely doesn’t buy you pretty things so you’ll bend over every night.”

She twisted everything in the worst possible way. No matter how you could argue, there would be no way to win. You couldn’t deny the facts. No one knew the intimacies of your relationship except you and Brian. Maybe Roger or Adam could have helped, but you didn’t see the drummer purposely confronting his wife, and you weren’t even sure Adam knew what was going on. This was how everyone would view you from the outside: a shallow, greedy slut.

“See… you can’t even deny it.” Sarina spoke up again over the silence like she’d proven some great point, waiting for either of you to react.

Finally, Brian sighed. “No, she can’t. But that was entirely my doing. I basically forced her.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, and you sensed he was tired of trying to defend himself to someone who wouldn’t listen. “Why not? I wanted to.” He rubbed his hands along his face, dragging his skin down. He’d never more looked his age. “It’s really not a regular thing Sarina. She doesn’t ask for anything.”

Brian gave an exasperated sigh, and let his knees buckle as he fell down onto the couch beside you. Your body bounced from the weight of him. He sat, knees spread, with his elbows resting on them and his head in his hands. “Can’t you just please leave us alone?”

Sarina watched it all, cold. She begged him to see her reason. Her voice was raw and jagged.

“What am I supposed to do, ignore your terrible choices as you throw your life away for some trollop? Sit back as my friend loses her husband?”

He threw his hands up in the air, vibrating with frustration even though he’d just attempted to end the argument. “You know what? It’s a bit fucking telling that YOU’RE the one here, screaming at me. At least you bother to do so. Same can’t be said for my dear lady wife.”

Brian could be scathing when pushed. A numbness spread through your body at his tone. Accusatory.

“Is that what this is? Some sick way of getting her attention?” Sarina was not impressed.

The man was silent, seething, and you could feel the weight of it.

“Well,” the blonde continued, “You’ve succeeded- you pathetic fuck. Congratulations on being the world’s most selfish-”

Brian’s tall form bristled noticeably beside you. The very centre of his being was to be gentle, kind, compassionate. But he was none of those things right now. He’d made a difficult decision not long ago, and he didn’t appreciate someone telling him he was wrong. About a woman he cared about. About YOU.

“What I WANT,” he stood up, pushing both you and the couch back in the process, “Is for you to leave me the FUCK alone.” He was almost spitting as he screamed, high and sharp. “No more spying, no more insults, NO more sneaky little ambushes in the hallway.”

Brian stepped into Sarina’s space, looming huge over her small stature. His eyes burned with fire and every muscle in his body was tight, holding his strength back. For the first time, she looked scared, though surprised by the fact and trying desperately to hide it. You watched her take a step back. She had to crane her neck upwards to meet his gaze. And he didn’t stop.

“Anita fucking KNOWS, okay? YOU made damn sure of that.” The callous way he hinted that he would have kept it from his wife didn’t make you feel good. “She knows what touring means and is- I'm sure- happy I’m gone. She doesn’t give a shit what I get up to. So leave me alone, and mind your own fucking business!”

Brian didn’t wait for Sarina to respond. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up off the couch, dragging you straight to the door. His grip was bruising, but you forgave him instantly. You could feel the desperation in his fingers. He needed to leave. Now.

On the way through the door you heard Sarina’s shrill voice one last time.

“FINE- believe that if you want. Just don’t get caught with your cock in her pretty little mouth. Twenty-fucking-three Brian... Wow.”

He slammed the door hard enough to make you jump, and the woman’s voice was lost behind the wood.

“FUCK her,” he spat, pulling you down the hallway towards his room. You still hadn’t changed from your swimsuit, but perhaps plans were going to be altered. You’d let him take you where he wanted, especially after all that.

Brian was a force to be reckoned with; fury practically radiated into the air around him.

“Is it really to much to ask for?” He cried out suddenly, throwing his head to the ceiling. You knew he wasn’t speaking to you. “To be accepted… loved? To feel like I’m important to someone.” He looked back at the floor and squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw in a flash of sharp teeth. “Someone who can take me out of this goddamn bloody nightmare of a head from time to time.”

Brian stopped in front of you with out warning. You could feel him start to tremble, and tentatively reached an arm out around his back for comfort. You heart fluttered when he leaned against your embrace- just slight enough to notice.

“I... I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” Brian’s voice wavered through the anger, like it hurt him to admit the words. “I’m sorry for... for everything. Sorry that she cornered you like that. She had no goddamn right…”

His heavy breathing drowned out his growling voice. You stood alongside him, searching for something- anything- to help calm him down.

“It’s okay Bri.”

It wasn’t, really, but you didn’t know what else to say. You pulled him into a hug, taking more of his limp body weight than you could truly handle.

“I love you.” Your voice was muffled against his warm chest. “More than anything.”

He returned your squeeze, but he couldn’t let go of the anger. You could sense it still whirling inside him. Burning... yearning to be let out. He held you tight enough that no one could ever, ever take you away from him.

“Love you too Y/N. You’re mine.”

“Yes Bri.”

He smothered your form into his body. “No one else gets this...” his hands roamed your back desperately, to feel every bit of you. They settled to squeeze your arse, “...Do they darling?”

“No Bri.”

“And you like it- don’t you?”

His fingers dug into your flesh.

“Yes.”

You sensed both your heartrates increasing: hot breaths mingling. You inhaled his essence. His need. Anger, desire, pride, fear... they all mixed to a powerful blend of moans and kisses until Brian’s hands were pulling you again towards his room.

“God I fucking need you.”

It was a bare truth, a shameful admittance deep from his soul, but said in such a way that you couldn’t focus. Not with his hands pulling at your bikini. Not with his elbow shoving open the door to his room. Not with his bare thigh between your legs, forcing you through the entrance.

“Please Bri.”

He slammed the door almost as hard as he had Sarina’s, attacking your mouth with his at the same time. Teeth gnashed and bit at your lips. He needed to claim you.

Brian practically carried you to the first surface he could find- the arm of the same damn expensive couch- and threw you over it. Your thighs hit the smooth material. Before you could even hold yourself up his fingers slipped aside the bottom of your swimsuit.

“Please Bri. Green, green, green...”

You were just chanting, saying the words you needed to say to have his beautiful cock inside you again.

*SLAP*

Brian swatted your bare ass hard enough to leave his print. A moan forced itself between your clenched teeth and you spread your legs, dripping.

“Please... Daddy.”

You heard only rusting and the sound of harsh breaths as Brian pulled his hard length out of his trunks. A bruising hand on one of your hips, his other guiding his cock to your wet cunt, and then you were blissfully full once more.

Ablaze with the pain and the pleasure, feasting on the sound of Brian’s moans.

Notes:

These two never learn, do they?
There's a week left of the tour. How do you think it's gonna go?

Chapter 125: Enough (Alternate)

Notes:

Non-daddy kink version of previous chapter. I'm sorry, I know I should get these up faster so everyone doesn't have the false hope of another new chapter. xo

After a couple hours and a pool-side margarita, it was time to go. You were to go change in your own room and meet Brian back in his when you were done. You thought you might even fit a quick phone call in to your parents. Buzzing happily with the recent memory of Bri, you almost skipped down the hallway- still in your bathing suit with your towel wrapped around your torso. Your room wasn’t on the penthouse floor like the bandmembers’ so you had to take the elevator down.

You rounded the corner, and then all your happiness drained into nerves. Sarina was there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. The expression on her face indicated she was waiting exclusively for... you. Your throat dried suddenly, and the mouthful you swallowed stuck halfway down.

“Hello honey.” She stared daggers; her tone was anything but sweet.

“Hi Sarina.”

You wanted badly to keep walking, but simple civility rooted you to the spot. You gave her the only smile you could manage, a tiny flicker on your lips.

“Can you step into my room for a quick chat?”

You could feel your knees start to tremble and hoped it wasn’t visible. You wished you were stronger, but you were alone in a world you only understood next to Bri. You begged your voice not to tremble and tried to get out of the confrontation. “I don’t really have time-”

“I insist.”

Her voice brokered no argument. You nodded in defeat, steeled your nerves, and followed her into the room. The lavish décor and furniture were similar to Brian’s, which was at least some strange comfort in your mind. You glanced around, hoping to see a glimpse of Roger- or any other friendly face- but it wasn’t to be.

“Rog is out for the moment,” Sarina said, clearly knowing what you were looking for. You could hear her smugness in the fact.

What were you supposed to say to that? What were you here for? You moved around the room as if something would give you an excuse to leave. “Okay...”

“You can have a seat if you’d like.”

Sensing futility, you nodded and walked over to the couch. You were still a bit damp from the pool, and therefore folded your towel a few times so you could sit on it and not damage the material. You took your seat, crossed your legs, and watched as Sarina looked you up and down. There was something satisfying in it, and you let her disapproval give you strength. You worked hard for your body; you weren’t embarrassed in your bikini.

“We can skip the pleasantries Sarina.” You clutched at your sudden boldness, hoping to be out of her room as quickly as possible. “What do you want?”

She sneered; all pretence vanished into thin air as she took a step and pointed an angry, shaking finger in your face. “I want to know why YOU are still here.”

You thought the answer was obvious. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but there was one very important thing that made you stay.

“Cause Brian wants me to be.”

She rolled her eyes to the top of her skull. You found a morsel of pleasure in being stubborn, especially when Sarina groaned. “The world doesn’t revolve around what Brian wants.”

At that, you did smile. “Mine does.”

Her coloured lips turned down into a grimace. She was clearly uncomfortable with your words, and you grasped on to that small amount of power. “Don’t make me vomit Y/N. He’s old enough to be your grandfather.”

And that unnecessary insult brough vim to your words. “So what? Look, honestly, Sarina, I don’t think YOU should be the one lecturing me about liking older men.”

Her eyes narrowed. “How dare you. Coming in here acting like-”

“I didn’t ASK to be brought along. I wasn’t looking for anything. Didn’t have an ulterior motive like you seem to suggest.” Your angry outburst died down, replaced by something genuine. For all your nerves and anger, you just wanted her to understand. “I just noticed Brian was... missing something... I guess.”

You hoped she’d see that you had the best intentions. That you were doing wrong things for the right reasons. That you cared for Brian and wanted what was best for him. But you knew how hard it would be to see your side of things... and you were right to be worried. Sarina didn’t. Instead, she ripped your heart apart with a dagger you couldn’t parry.

“Yeah. He’s missing his fucking wife. And you’re a damn poor substitute.”

The bitterness in her tone tore right through the bit of confidence you’d built up. Because you knew at least a part of it was true. It had to be. And it made you feel pathetic and replaceable. Your gaze dropped to the floor as tears threatened to fall. The sudden pain in your throat stole strength from your voice. You thought yourself weak again, hating it, but fighting to explain your situation.

“I’d do anything to make him happy.” It came out a whisper. “I’d leave if I knew that’s what he really wanted.”

The other woman didn’t sympathize with your tone or your words. “We already tried that, and the man’s incapable.” She huffed, and you looked at her again as she crossed her arms. “I’M telling you to leave now. Tonight.”

As terrible as she made you feel, you wouldn’t let her bully you that far. Not when it would hurt Brian.

“I can’t leave him like that.”

She shook her head and tightened her hands into fists. “It’s what’s best. You’re gonna get caught- SOON. I saw you two at the pool today. It’s the most obvious fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed. I don’t know what’s going through Brian’s head, but this can’t continue.” Her crystal clear eyes locked onto yours, at her wits end, almost pleading. “Y/N, you need to be the one to put an end to this.” Her voice grew scratchy. “You’re hurting Anita, and will hurt Brian too. Leaving is what’s best for him.”

You took a long, deep breath, and sighed, processing it all. It wasn’t a new revelation. You knew she wouldn’t like your answer, but you’d already ran through all this a million times in your head. “If I honestly believed that, I would.” You wanted her to see the truth in your words. “I really do love him.”

Sarina just stared at you. The seconds dragged on with your heart in your throat, until a dreadful, disgusted expression graced her beautiful features. “You’re fucking selfish, and you can’t see it. You’re a bloody HOMEWRECKER, you bitch!” she spat, enraged again in a second.

Now it was you who wanted to vomit. It felt like your breath was caught in your chest.

“You cheating, lying, gold-digging fucking CUNT! You’re not worth the air you breathe. Taking advantage of a lonely old man like this- you should be fucking ashamed of yourself.” She paced the room, flinging insults with vitriol. “You’re the WORST kind of woman. DISGUSTING!!”

You knew this conversation could never go well, but you hadn’t been prepared for quite this much. The accusations... the truths. They built up and broke down your walls. Tears streamed silently from your eyes. You hated yourself in that moment, for what you’d done. And for what you knew you’d continue to do. You could do nothing but take the insults Sarina threw at you in solemn silence, until a sharp knock at the door startled you awake.

“Let me in Sarina. That’s enough.”

Brian’s voice broke through the door, hard and dangerous. And you were selfish again, because you’d never been so relieved in your life. He rapped his knuckles once more, even louder, and your captor was forced to let him in, lest the whole hotel hear the racket.

He barged through the frame like a raging bull, slamming the door behind himself, snarling in anger. In the moment, he looked about seven feet tall. His hair stuck out as if channelling his anger; his face was hard and red. But, when his eyes fell to yours they softened. They carried love and safety, even at a quick glance.

They narrowed again at Sarina.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Brian had a way of lingering on his expletives, giving his mood even more weight.

To her credit, Sarina defended herself as if she’d done nothing wrong. “I saw Y/N in the hallway and wanted to have a word.”

Brian simply stared, almost in disbelief, looking back and forth between your form on the couch, still in your bikini, and hers standing a few feet away with her arms crossed and her chin high. He shook his head, and she glared at him as he spoke.

“So you were just waiting in the hall to harass my...” he hesitated slightly, and Sarina made good use of it. She was fuming.

“Your WHAT, Bri? Exactly. She’s a fucking groupie and you’re parading her around the pool deck like you fucking WANT to get caught.”

“Oh, piss off.” Brian snarled back. “What are you, spying on us? We’re not doing anything wrong. She could be anyone.”

“Do you want that on tomorrow’s front page? ‘Brian May and his fucking granddaughter?’”

Brian groaned, throwing his hands up in the air and threading them through his thick curls. “Of FUCKING COURSE I don’t. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Then why don’t you stop all this? You should have got rid of her when I told you to.”

He gave her a hard look: pinched brows and clenched jaw. Clearly wishing she’d drop the whole thing, especially with you listening a few feet away. He took a deep breath, trying to gain control of the situation.

“I can’t. It’s... complicated. I-”

“No it fucking isn’t.”

He glared at her again for interrupting. “Sarina, please. I lo-”

“Don’t please me, you-”

Brian growled, raising his voice over her feminine one. “I LOVE her! Okay? I’ve fallen in fucking LOVE.”

The room screamed in silence after his booming voice ended abruptly. Brian’s convictions were wonderful, but they just make things worse. After hearing his words, Sarina’s eyes turned to burn holes in your skin. You wished you could be anywhere else.

“You slimy little bitch. How’ve you pulled this off? Hmm?” She turned Brian’s love for you into some horrid bewitchment. “A blowie a day? ...Two??? How ‘bout letting him fuck you in that tight little arse?”

“ENOUGH.”

Sarina snorted despite the fierce power of Brian’s command. You hated the whole situation and felt like nothing more than a useless puddle who couldn’t defend herself. You loved that he was fighting for you, but you hated to put him in the position. You hated the slivers of truth that slipped into her words.

“You DON’T say things like that about her,” he finished hard, drawing the line.

Sarina just stood there, mouth open in an unbelieving grimace. She eyed the tall guitarist who’d stepped between you.

“Really Bri? You love her?” She moved towards him, disapproving. “Is that why she’s wearing a fucking dog collar?” Her expression said it all, and she mumbled just loud enough for you to hear. “Looks like a bitch to me.”

Brian’s eyes went wide; his cheeks twitched and face hardened. The words affected him more than they should. You knew he could be sensitive about how things were perceived. You knew a tiny, guilty piece of himself was on Sarina’s side. The sight of Brian’s cowed face finally pushed you to speak up. It was easier to be strong for him.

“It’s not like that.”

Feminine eyes narrowed in on you again, but you didn’t miss the grateful flick of Brian’s mouth. Sarina’s pursed lips wrinkled with the pressure. “Right. I’m sure it’s not.” Her tone was formidable as she paced the room, snarling at Brian. “Isn’t that right, Sir?” She mocked your playful title for him.

Her eyes weren’t finding their match with his, which were still focused on the floor, so they sought yours. “He doesn’t pay you, right?! And he definitely doesn’t buy you pretty things so you’ll bend over every night.”

She twisted everything in the worst possible way. No matter how you could argue, there would be no way to win. You couldn’t deny the facts. No one knew the intimacies of your relationship except you and Brian. Maybe Roger or Adam could have helped, but you didn’t see the drummer purposely confronting his wife, and you weren’t even sure Adam knew what was going on. This was how everyone would view you from the outside: a shallow, greedy slut.

“See… you can’t even deny it.” Sarina spoke up again over the silence like she’d proven some great point, waiting for either of you to react.

Finally, Brian sighed. “No, she can’t. But that was entirely my doing. I basically forced her.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, and you sensed he was tired of trying to defend himself to someone who wouldn’t listen. “Why not? I wanted to.” He rubbed his hands along his face, dragging his skin down. He’d never more looked his age. “It’s really not a regular thing Sarina. She doesn’t ask for anything.”

Brian gave an exasperated sigh, and let his knees buckle as he fell down onto the couch beside you. Your body bounced from the weight of him. He sat, knees spread, with his elbows resting on them and his head in his hands. “Can’t you just please leave us alone?”

Sarina watched it all, cold. She begged him to see her reason. Her voice was raw and jagged.

“What am I supposed to do, ignore your terrible choices as you throw your life away for some trollop? Sit back as my friend loses her husband?”

He threw his hands up in the air, vibrating with frustration even though he’d just attempted to end the argument. “You know what? It’s a bit fucking telling that YOU’RE the one here, screaming at me. At least you bother to do so. Same can’t be said for my dear lady wife.”

Brian could be scathing when pushed. A numbness spread through your body at his tone. Accusatory.

“Is that what this is? Some sick way of getting her attention?” Sarina was not impressed.

The man was silent, seething, and you could feel the weight of it.

“Well,” the blonde continued, “You’ve succeeded- you pathetic fuck. Congratulations on being the world’s most selfish-”

Brian’s tall form bristled noticeably beside you. The very centre of his being was to be gentle, kind, compassionate. But he was none of those things right now. He’d made a difficult decision not long ago, and he didn’t appreciate someone telling him he was wrong. About a woman he cared about. About YOU.

“What I WANT,” he stood up, pushing both you and the couch back in the process, “Is for you to leave me the FUCK alone.” He was almost spitting as he screamed, high and sharp. “No more spying, no more insults, NO more sneaky little ambushes in the hallway.”

Brian stepped into Sarina’s space, looming huge over her small stature. His eyes burned with fire and every muscle in his body was tight, holding his strength back. For the first time, she looked scared, though surprised by the fact and trying desperately to hide it. You watched her take a step back. She had to crane her neck upwards to meet his gaze. And he didn’t stop.

“Anita fucking KNOWS, okay? YOU made damn sure of that.” The callous way he hinted that he would have kept it from his wife didn’t make you feel good. “She knows what touring means and is- I'm sure- happy I’m gone. She doesn’t give a shit what I get up to. So leave me alone, and mind your own fucking business!”

Brian didn’t wait for Sarina to respond. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up off the couch, dragging you straight to the door. His grip was bruising, but you forgave him instantly. You could feel the desperation in his fingers. He needed to leave. Now.

On the way through the door you heard Sarina’s shrill voice one last time.

“FINE- believe that if you want. Just don’t get caught with your cock in her pretty little mouth. Twenty-fucking-three Brian... Wow.”

He slammed the door hard enough to make you jump, and the woman’s voice was lost behind the wood.

“FUCK her,” he spat, pulling you down the hallway towards his room. You still hadn’t changed from your swimsuit, but perhaps plans were going to be altered. You’d let him take you where he wanted, especially after all that.

Brian was a force to be reckoned with; fury practically radiated into the air around him.

“Is it really to much to ask for?” He cried out suddenly, throwing his head to the ceiling. You knew he wasn’t speaking to you. “To be accepted… loved? To feel like I’m important to someone.” He looked back at the floor and squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw in a flash of sharp teeth. “Someone who can take me out of this goddamn bloody nightmare of a head from time to time.”

Brian stopped in front of you with out warning. You could feel him start to tremble, and tentatively reached an arm out around his back for comfort. You heart fluttered when he leaned against your embrace- just slight enough to notice.

“I... I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” Brian’s voice wavered through the anger, like it hurt him to admit the words. “I’m sorry for... for everything. Sorry that she cornered you like that. She had no goddamn right…”

His heavy breathing drowned out his growling voice. You stood alongside him, searching for something- anything- to help calm him down.

“It’s okay Bri.”

It wasn’t, really, but you didn’t know what else to say. You pulled him into a hug, taking more of his limp body weight than you could truly handle.

“I love you.” Your voice was muffled against his warm chest. “More than anything.”

He returned your squeeze, but he couldn’t let go of the anger. You could sense it still whirling inside him. Burning... yearning to be let out. He held you tight enough that no one could ever, ever take you away from him.

“Love you too Y/N. You’re mine.”

“Yes Bri.”

He smothered your form into his body. “No one else gets this...” his hands roamed your back desperately, to feel every bit of you. They settled to squeeze your arse, “...Do they darling?”

“No Bri.”

“And you like it- don’t you?”

His fingers dug into your flesh.

“Yes.”

You sensed both your heartrates increasing: hot breaths mingling. You inhaled his essence. His need. Anger, desire, pride, fear... they all mixed to a powerful blend of moans and kisses until Brian’s hands were pulling you again towards his room.

“God I fucking need you.”

It was a bare truth, a shameful admittance deep from his soul, but said in such a way that you couldn’t focus. Not with his hands pulling at your bikini. Not with his elbow shoving open the door to his room. Not with his bare thigh between your legs, forcing you through the entrance.

“Please Bri.”

He slammed the door almost as hard as he had Sarina’s, attacking your mouth with his at the same time. Teeth gnashed and bit at your lips. He needed to claim you.

Brian practically carried you to the first surface he could find- the arm of the same damn expensive couch- and threw you over it. Your thighs hit the smooth material. Before you could even hold yourself up his fingers slipped aside the bottom of your swimsuit.

“Please Bri. Green, green, green...”

You were just chanting, saying the words you needed to say to have his beautiful cock inside you again.

*SLAP*

Brian swatted your bare ass hard enough to leave his print. A moan forced itself between your clenched teeth and you spread your legs, dripping.

“Please... Sir.”

You heard only rusting and the sound of harsh breaths as Brian pulled his hard length out of his trunks. A bruising hand on one of your hips, his other guiding his cock to your wet cunt, and then you were blissfully full once more.

Ablaze with the pain and the pleasure, feasting on the sound of Brian’s moans.

Chapter 126: Insatiable

Notes:

Daddy kink warning!

It's pure smut for you guys! Hope you enjoy! xx

“Hunnngh!”

Brian’s thick cock forced a guttural sound from your throat, claiming your body with its girth. He thrust into you in one smooth stroke, as far as he could: slamming you into the couch and burying half his length inside you in the process. Your pussy was slick and ready, but his manhood always pulled you apart. His size was a delightful challenge.

Catching his breath, Brian slapped your bare ass again. He shimmied his hips to line up properly as your flesh stung. You could feel gentle brush of his balls against your thighs. You were eager for more.

Brian’s voice was low and rough, radiating pure sin. “My good fucking girl.” He gripped your hips hard and shoved his cock the rest of the way in. It was like the length of him pushed the air from your lungs. Especially with your torso bent over the arm of the furniture.

“Fuck me Daddy,” you begged. “Take what’s yours.” You were already out of your mind from the feel of him. You knew he was worked up: that he needed you, and that you wanted him to take everything he wanted. It was a weakness of yours to encourage his indulgence.

Your pleads spurred Brian’s first movement, pulling out slightly to fuck into your channel again. He plastered his body against your back for a moment. The softness of his stomach rubbing against your skin was as dirty as it was sweet.

“God yes.” Brian answered, through gritted teeth. You could feel how hard he was between your legs. “YOU are mine, Y/N. Mine.”

He thrust again, and the force of it slid the couch across the floor. You cried out as his cockhead hit your cervix.

“You belong to ME.” His masculine growl tingled along your skin. “...And no one can take you away.”

Brian fucked you ruthlessly in a jealous, possessive frenzy. He punctuated each subconscious statement with a hard snap of his hips. His large cock filled you to bursting and his hands left fresh marks around your waist.

You’d never experienced anything quite like it before. Brian was always possessive; he was proud of his things. Of himself. He practiced his desire to own, covet and display things he deemed valuable. In the moment, you knew he simply needed to have you. All for himself.

You moaned into the cushion where your head was. “Please Daddy.”

Your whining was drowned out by the rough slap of skin and the wet plunge of Brian’s cock as he pulled nearly all the way out, and buried himself inside you once more.

“You were fucking made for me baby girl. Taking my cock like this. Begging for it. You’re such a gorgeous slut.”

He grabbed hold of your cascading hair and pulled, admiring the way you arched your back and moaned into the humid air. “My beautiful little whore.” The cruel words were said with reverence: tormenting your insides. He loved how wrecked you were because of him. How pathetic he made you. How wanton and desperate and submissive.

He was addicted to the feel of you writhing around him. He watched every moment with dark, hungry eyes.

“Who does Sarina fucking think she is?” The grip in your hair tightened. “Trying to make you leave me. Me!?!”

The couch slid another foot across the floor, screeching against the hardwood. There may have been marks, but you didn’t think Brian would mind the damage. You could barely get enough air with the way he’d positioned you, which made it all the better. You wanted to be fucked and used without your comfort getting in the way. You couldn’t speak if you wanted to, but it didn’t matter. The slew of inner thoughts from Brian’s clouded mind were made more erotic by your inability to respond.

“How DARE she interfere. She can’t tell me what to do.” He fucked you until the desperate slick between your legs dripped onto the floor. “NO ONE can tell me what to fucking do!”

Every pent-up urge inside Brian was released into your willing body, thrust by thrust. All his frustration, anger and ego. The bitter insecurity that frightened to take you away could be remedied inside your fluttering quim, which spasmed and clenched to hold his cock inside. You needed to be ruined, and he needed ruin you.

“After all these bloody years... Doesn’t she know who I am?” He plunged his length inside you so deep on the last word that it pricked tears. There was nothing gentle about it. And something within that realization made you come.

“Fuck Daddy!” You screamed as he kept going, pushing through your orgasm like it was inconsequential. Your cunt tightened around his shaft and pulsed with pleasure. Your combined fluids gushed around his pumping cock; your swimming thoughts centred on his voice and his movements.

Brian was used to getting his way. He took and did what he wanted, when he wanted. Here he was, fucking hard into your pussy, proving it again. He hadn’t even asked: just thrown you over the couch and had his way. Because you’d beg for anything he needed. What Daddy wants, Daddy gets.

SLAP!

Brian spanked you again, getting off on the way you shuddered as you rode your orgasm. You got off on how dirty liking it made you feel.

“Good fucking girl. I want you like this forever.”

Your head was still spinning; your cunt was tight and aching and so swollen that every inch of him felt like two. Yet you heard his words. A huge piece of you would always belong to him. He was a god. One you couldn’t help but supplicate yourself for.

Through heaving breaths, you found your voice. You were overwhelmed by a desire to feed the man above you.

“You can have anything you want Daddy. You’ve earned it.”

Brian’s pace increased again and the furniture squeaked as he pressed you into it. The snarl the accompanied was formed of pure lust. You knew he was close, and your only goal at the moment was to give him the pleasure he craved. You needed to give him everything. To let him prove who he was, and what he could do to you.

“Please come inside me Daddy. Fill me up. I need it!”

“Yeah? You want Daddy’s come? You want me to ruin your tight little cunt?”

“God yes!”

Brian’s cock stretched you impossibly wider. “I fucking know you do. Daddy’s perfect girl.”

You knew that if he wasn’t so incensed from Sarina and so close to his peak, he’d make you beg for a lot longer. Right now though, he simply wanted to empty his balls into your cunt. His big, heavy, beautiful balls.

The large hand in your hair pulled you back against him with every thrust. He lost all thought other than that of his own pleasure, and you were subject to his rough movements. The snap of His hips chased ecstasy within you. His nails scraped along your skin and left red trails in their wake.

Brian moaned like an animal, throwing everything he had at you. The couch slid further and further. Your legs went numb from pressing against the sharp angle of the armrest. But your cunt sang with pleasure- happy to be wet and used.

“Please Daddy! PLEASE!”

You squeezed your inner muscles around his shaft, drawing out the pleasure-pain. You were desperate for his cock. His come. You begged to push him over the edge, but also for yourself. Because there was nothing you wanted more than to be his.

“Oh God- Fuck! Please come in me Daddy.”

“Mmmngrh!” Brian growled and buried his length as deep as he could. You could imagine the primal need on his face, but all you could actually see was the paper on the far wall as he pulled your hair. “Take my cock. Fuck- so good. Take it!”

“Yes!”

Brian’s strong thighs faltered, and you knew he was there.

“Ahh, ah... fuck... Unnnggh!” He screamed as he came, immediately locking his hips against your ass to pump his glorious warm come inside. Rope after rope of thick liquid coated your centre: claiming, marking, taking. He moved his hips through his climax in some subconscious effort to drive every last drop deep into your cunt. His fingers never left your hair and your hip, white with pressure.

“My good little girl.” He growled, still high with the last tremors of orgasm. “All mine...” He rolled his hips into you again, almost an afterthought. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against you.

Brian breathed heavily, still buried inside you. He took a moment to indulge in your tightness around him. Kept you full of his cock and his come.

He finally released the clenched fist in your hair, smoothing the tangles he’d made with new gentle hands. His fingers trailed over your skin, surveying you beneath him. He followed the dip of your spine down to where your bodies were joined. Every place he touched fluttered with pleasure. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you.

“You’re not fucking leaving me Y/N.”

His tone was almost a threat, and the desperation that implied made your stomach roll with the darkest pleasure imaginable. You wanted to be under him forever.

“No. Never.”

The heat of the moment entered the newfound silence of the room: two chests catching their breath. There was a familiar ache between your legs, and a heavy fullness in your heart. When he was fully soft, and your swollen sex had dulled to a pleasant throb, Brian pulled out. It was a debauched sound: his groan and your whine. You imagined he liked the sight of your legs spread and your cunt dripping onto the floor.

Your suspicions were confirmed when a final slap reddened the flesh of your arse. A light spank to sign the results of his work.

You took it as a dismissal, and used the last of your energy to roll onto the couch properly. You could feel his spend dripping down the inside of your thighs. You didn’t bother to right your swimsuit.

Finally, you gazed upon the man above you. He was radiant. Sweaty, disheveled. Still a little angry. But his eyes… your heart clenched. His beautiful hazel eyes shone with a care and a need that you couldn’t find anywhere else.

You smiled at his blank face. “I love you.”

Brian blinked, as if clearing his head, and then chuckled. The smile on his lips was your greatest creation. “Love you too baby girl.”

He walked over to the front of the couch to stand beside your exhausted form. He was still fully dressed, with his big flaccid cock still hanging out of hastily opened swim trunks. Your eyes couldn’t look away. His length dripped with your mixed fluids. His tip peaked rosy out of his foreskin. It was a beautiful, dirty, hedonistic sight. Brian watched you watch him, big eyes tracking his manhood.

“You’ve made a mess Y/N.”

His words could have also described the couch or the floor, but the context was clear.

“Sorry Daddy,” you apologized, breathless. It was Brian’s fault the rug was upturned, the couch was ruined, and the pillows were littered across the floor. It was his fault he couldn’t wait even a single minute to fuck you.

The ends of Brian’s lips turned up. He knew you loved his games.

“Clean it up.”

He stepped towards you, bringing his groin to your waiting lips, and though this was the first time he’d ever asked for such, your mouth opened automatically. You sucked his soft head gently, careful not to pain him so soon after, and groaned when he did. He tasted of his own perfect musk with the addition of your feminine flavour. You enjoyed the sensation of the act committed together.

“Good girl.”

He smelled wonderful: spicy, vital and male. His penis was smooth on your lips. You gave him kisses on every wonderful vein. He was still large when he was soft. The skin on his shaft and scrotum practically glowed- satisfied with recent release.

Without prompting, your tongue flattened to clean the rest of him. You licked and worshiped up and down his velvet length. Nuzzled and sucked on his balls. Ran your fingers through the curls on his pubis. You cleaned every inch of his sensitive skin, and when you were done, you whined for more.

“You’ll have to wait I’m afraid.” Your eyes, which had been closed in pleasure, opened to see his lovely face again. “Daddy’s tired now.”

It was one of the kinkier things you’d done, so soon after Sarina shouted her disgust. But it felt right.

You pouted half-heartedly and reached your hands up towards Brian, calling for him. You shuffled your body sideways so he could join you on the couch cushions for a snuggle.

Your lover laughed again. “We’re not gonna fit sweetheart.”

“Try, please.”

You felt you could be a bit stubborn after letting him fuck you like he’d done. And it seemed Brian agreed. He laid down on the seat and had to pull you on top of him to fit the width of the cushions, but he managed. You rested together, your head lying on his chest, until the exhaustion of your recent coupling started to set in. The movements of Brian’s sternum always settled you. As did his big, strong arms wrapping around your torso.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” you said, mind fuzzy. The words left your lips before your brain fully realized they were there.

Brian squeezed you tighter to him, pleased to hear your simple sentiment. “So are you.”

You hummed, rubbing your bottom into his front, and something else came to your mind. “You promised to punish me tonight.”

“Did I?”

Brian knew very well what he’d suggested in the pool.

“Yes, Sir.”

There was a pause. Brian was tired. You knew how he got after a good fuck. Still, he smirked and pulled you into a sloppy kiss.

He murmured good-naturedly against your lips. “You’re insatiable you know.”

You did know. Brian lit an ever-burning fire inside you. You thought about how desperate you were for his approval. How every fibre of your being was constantly focused on his needs. How you could be ready for him at the snap of his fingers. How nothing else seemed to matter anymore. You thought about the feelings he stirred inside you that you’d never felt before. You clenched the persistent ache between your legs.

“You made me this way.”

Brian just chuckled again, oblivious to the stark truth of your words.

Chapter 127: Insatiable (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as previous chapter without the Daddy kink

“Hunnngh!”

Brian’s thick cock forced a guttural sound from your throat, claiming your body with its girth. He thrust into you in one smooth stroke, as far as he could: slamming you into the couch and burying half his length inside you in the process. Your pussy was slick and ready, but his manhood always pulled you apart. His size was a delightful challenge.

Catching his breath, Brian slapped your bare ass again. He shimmied his hips to line up properly as your flesh stung. You could feel gentle brush of his balls against your thighs. You were eager for more.

Brian’s voice was low and rough, radiating pure sin. “My good fucking girl.” He gripped your hips hard and shoved his cock the rest of the way in. It was like the length of him pushed the air from your lungs. Especially with your torso bent over the arm of the furniture.

“Fuck me Sir,” you begged. “Take what’s yours.” You were already out of your mind from the feel of him. You knew he was worked up: that he needed you, and that you wanted him to take everything he wanted. It was a weakness of yours to encourage his indulgence.

Your pleads spurred Brian’s first movement, pulling out slightly to fuck into your channel again. He plastered his body against your back for a moment. The softness of his stomach rubbing against your skin was as dirty as it was sweet.

“God yes.” Brian answered, through gritted teeth. You could feel how hard he was between your legs. “YOU are mine, Y/N. Mine.”

He thrust again, and the force of it slid the couch across the floor. You cried out as his cockhead hit your cervix.

“You belong to ME.” His masculine growl tingled along your skin. “...And no one can take you away.”

Brian fucked you ruthlessly in a jealous, possessive frenzy. He punctuated each subconscious statement with a hard snap of his hips. His large cock filled you to bursting and his hands left fresh marks around your waist.

You’d never experienced anything quite like it before. Brian was always possessive; he was proud of his things. Of himself. He practiced his desire to own, covet and display things he deemed valuable. In the moment, you knew he simply needed to have you. All for himself.

You moaned into the cushion where your head was. “Please Sir.”

Your whining was drowned out by the rough slap of skin and the wet plunge of Brian’s cock as he pulled nearly all the way out, and buried himself inside you once more.

“You were fucking made for me baby girl. Taking my cock like this. Begging for it. You’re such a gorgeous slut.”

He grabbed hold of your cascading hair and pulled, admiring the way you arched your back and moaned into the humid air. “My beautiful little whore.” The cruel words were said with reverence: tormenting your insides. He loved how wrecked you were because of him. How pathetic he made you. How wanton and desperate and submissive.

He was addicted to the feel of you writhing around him. He watched every moment with dark, hungry eyes.

“Who does Sarina fucking think she is?” The grip in your hair tightened. “Trying to make you leave me. Me!?!”

The couch slid another foot across the floor, screeching against the hardwood. There may have been marks, but you didn’t think Brian would mind the damage. You could barely get enough air with the way he’d positioned you, which made it all the better. You wanted to be fucked and used without your comfort getting in the way. You couldn’t speak if you wanted to, but it didn’t matter. The slew of inner thoughts from Brian’s clouded mind were made more erotic by your inability to respond.

“How DARE she interfere. She can’t tell me what to do.” He fucked you until the desperate slick between your legs dripped onto the floor. “NO ONE can tell me what to fucking do!”

Every pent-up urge inside Brian was released into your willing body, thrust by thrust. All his frustration, anger and ego. The bitter insecurity that frightened to take you away could be remedied inside your fluttering quim, which spasmed and clenched to hold his cock inside. You needed to be ruined, and he needed ruin you.

“After all these bloody years... Doesn’t she know who I am?” He plunged his length inside you so deep on the last word that it pricked tears. There was nothing gentle about it. And something within that realization made you come.

“Fuck Bri!” You screamed as he kept going, pushing through your orgasm like it was inconsequential. Your cunt tightened around his shaft and pulsed with pleasure. Your combined fluids gushed around his pumping cock; your swimming thoughts centred on his voice and his movements.

Brian was used to getting his way. He took and did what he wanted, when he wanted. Here he was, fucking hard into your pussy, proving it again. He hadn’t even asked: just thrown you over the couch and had his way. Because you’d beg for anything he needed.

SLAP!

Brian spanked you again, getting off on the way you shuddered as you rode your orgasm. You got off on how dirty liking it made you feel.

“Good fucking girl. I want you like this forever.”

Your head was still spinning; your cunt was tight and aching and so swollen that every inch of him felt like two. Yet you heard his words. A huge piece of you would always belong to him. He was a god. One you couldn’t help but supplicate yourself for.

Through heaving breaths, you found your voice. You were overwhelmed by a desire to feed the man above you.

“You can have anything you want Sir. You’ve earned it.”

Brian’s pace increased again and the furniture squeaked as he pressed you into it. The snarl the accompanied was formed of pure lust. You knew he was close, and your only goal at the moment was to give him the pleasure he craved. You needed to give him everything. To let him prove who he was, and what he could do to you.

“Please come inside me. Fill me up. I need it!”

“Yeah? You want my come? You want me to ruin your tight little cunt?”

“God yes!”

Brian’s cock stretched you impossibly wider. “I fucking know you do. My perfect girl.”

You knew that if he wasn’t so incensed from Sarina and so close to his peak, he’d make you beg for a lot longer. Right now though, he simply wanted to empty his balls into your cunt. His big, heavy, beautiful balls.

The large hand in your hair pulled you back against him with every thrust. He lost all thought other than that of his own pleasure, and you were subject to his rough movements. The snap of His hips chased ecstasy within you. His nails scraped along your skin and left red trails in their wake.

Brian moaned like an animal, throwing everything he had at you. The couch slid further and further. Your legs went numb from pressing against the sharp angle of the armrest. But your cunt sang with pleasure- happy to be wet and used.

“Please Sir! PLEASE!”

You squeezed your inner muscles around his shaft, drawing out the pleasure-pain. You were desperate for his cock. His come. You begged to push him over the edge, but also for yourself. Because there was nothing you wanted more than to be his.

“Oh God- Fuck! Please come in me Sir.”

“Mmmngrh!” Brian growled and buried his length as deep as he could. You could imagine the primal need on his face, but all you could actually see was the paper on the far wall as he pulled your hair. “Take my cock. Fuck- so good. Take it!”

“Yes!”

Brian’s strong thighs faltered, and you knew he was there.

“Ahh, ah... fuck... Unnnggh!” He screamed as he came, immediately locking his hips against your ass to pump his glorious warm come inside. Rope after rope of thick liquid coated your centre: claiming, marking, taking. He moved his hips through his climax in some subconscious effort to drive every last drop deep into your cunt. His fingers never left your hair and your hip, white with pressure.

“My good little girl.” He growled, still high with the last tremors of orgasm. “All mine...” He rolled his hips into you again, almost an afterthought. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against you.

Brian breathed heavily, still buried inside you. He took a moment to indulge in your tightness around him. Kept you full of his cock and his come.

He finally released the clenched fist in your hair, smoothing the tangles he’d made with new gentle hands. His fingers trailed over your skin, surveying you beneath him. He followed the dip of your spine down to where your bodies were joined. Every place he touched fluttered with pleasure. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you.

“You’re not fucking leaving me Y/N.”

His tone was almost a threat, and the desperation that implied made your stomach roll with the darkest pleasure imaginable. You wanted to be under him forever.

“No. Never.”

The heat of the moment entered the newfound silence of the room: two chests catching their breath. There was a familiar ache between your legs, and a heavy fullness in your heart. When he was fully soft, and your swollen sex had dulled to a pleasant throb, Brian pulled out. It was a debauched sound: his groan and your whine. You imagined he liked the sight of your legs spread and your cunt dripping onto the floor.

Your suspicions were confirmed when a final slap reddened the flesh of your arse. A light spank to sign the results of his work.

You took it as a dismissal, and used the last of your energy to roll onto the couch properly. You could feel his spend dripping down the inside of your thighs. You didn’t bother to right your swimsuit.

Finally, you gazed upon the man above you. He was radiant. Sweaty, disheveled. Still a little angry. But his eyes… your heart clenched. His beautiful hazel eyes shone with a care and a need that you couldn’t find anywhere else.

You smiled at his blank face. “I love you.”

Brian blinked, as if clearing his head, and then chuckled. The smile on his lips was your greatest creation. “Love you too baby girl.”

He walked over to the front of the couch to stand beside your exhausted form. He was still fully dressed, with his big flaccid cock still hanging out of hastily opened swim trunks. Your eyes couldn’t look away. His length dripped with your mixed fluids. His tip peaked rosy out of his foreskin. It was a beautiful, dirty, hedonistic sight. Brian watched you watch him, big eyes tracking his manhood.

“You’ve made a mess Y/N.”

His words could have also described the couch or the floor, but the context was clear.

“Sorry Sir,” you apologized, breathless. It was Brian’s fault the rug was upturned, the couch was ruined, and the pillows were littered across the floor. It was his fault he couldn’t wait even a single minute to fuck you.

The ends of Brian’s lips turned up. He knew you loved his games.

“Clean it up.”

He stepped towards you, bringing his groin to your waiting lips, and though this was the first time he’d ever asked for such, your mouth opened automatically. You sucked his soft head gently, careful not to pain him so soon after, and groaned when he did. He tasted of his own perfect musk with the addition of your feminine flavour. You enjoyed the sensation of the act committed together.

“Good girl.”

He smelled wonderful: spicy, vital and male. His penis was smooth on your lips. You gave him kisses on every wonderful vein. He was still large when he was soft. The skin on his shaft and scrotum practically glowed- satisfied with recent release.

Without prompting, your tongue flattened to clean the rest of him. You licked and worshiped up and down his velvet length. Nuzzled and sucked on his balls. Ran your fingers through the curls on his pubis. You cleaned every inch of his sensitive skin, and when you were done, you whined for more.

“You’ll have to wait I’m afraid.” Your eyes, which had been closed in pleasure, opened to see his lovely face again. “Your Sir is tired now.”

It was one of the kinkier things you’d done, so soon after Sarina shouted her disgust. But it felt right.

You pouted half-heartedly and reached your hands up towards Brian, calling for him. You shuffled your body sideways so he could join you on the couch cushions for a snuggle.

Your lover laughed again. “We’re not gonna fit sweetheart.”

“Try, please.”

You felt you could be a bit stubborn after letting him fuck you like he’d done. And it seemed Brian agreed. He laid down on the seat and had to pull you on top of him to fit the width of the cushions, but he managed. You rested together, your head lying on his chest, until the exhaustion of your recent coupling started to set in. The movements of Brian’s sternum always settled you. As did his big, strong arms wrapping around your torso.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” you said, mind fuzzy. The words left your lips before your brain fully realized they were there.

Brian squeezed you tighter to him, pleased to hear your simple sentiment. “So are you.”

You hummed, rubbing your bottom into his front, and something else came to your mind. “You promised to punish me tonight.”

“Did I?”

Brian knew very well what he’d suggested in the pool.

“Yes, Sir.”

There was a pause. Brian was tired. You knew how he got after a good fuck. Still, he smirked and pulled you into a sloppy kiss.

He murmured good-naturedly against your lips. “You’re insatiable you know.”

You did know. Brian lit an ever-burning fire inside you. You thought about how desperate you were for his approval. How every fibre of your being was constantly focused on his needs. How you could be ready for him at the snap of his fingers. How nothing else seemed to matter anymore. You thought about the feelings he stirred inside you that you’d never felt before. You clenched the persistent ache between your legs.

“You made me this way.”

Brian just chuckled again, oblivious to the stark truth of your words.

Chapter 128: Chained

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Daddy kink warning, alternate to follow.

Brian’s eyes gleamed in the low light, a well of darkness with a sultry shimmer to catch your gaze. Small beads of sweat littered his chest and highlighted the grey curls that grew upon it. Your thighs trembled; your quads ached. The strained breaths from your chest filled the room, yet the man below you was silent as you rode him: smirking, propped up on a pile of pillows.

A punishment never felt so good.

You threw your head back, powering through the burn in your legs and the stretch in your cunt, forcing yourself not to look at Brian- lest you come before you were allowed. His cock was hard, thick, and deep inside you. It touched all the right places. Tortured and satisfied like no other ever could. You would ride his dick all night if he let you.

Seeing you enjoy yourself just a little too much, Brian lazily tugged on the wicked chain connecting your nipples, and earned himself another scream.

“Ahhhhh!!” you cried, bucking your hips against his helplessly. The pleasure and the pain blended into one. It was so much stimulation, and it was wonderful. Each time you moved atop Brian you could feel the weight of your breasts bouncing. The pull of the light chain as it swung sent fire through the clamps, which heightened every other feeling beyond comprehension. You were the picture of debauchery- wanton from every angle- and it was all for Brian. In these moments, you finally felt beautiful.

He'd smirked when he attached the clamps to your nipples. They were already hard and wet from his mouth: aching for something more. You’d wanted to try the new toy tonight, and after much discussion about expectations and safety, Brian had agreed. Nothing but his clever tongue and soothing voice could have prepared you for the overwhelming burn of the cool metal.

You could still feel the eager sucking of his lips on your breasts. His warm tongue circling your sensitive buds, one at a time; his teeth nipping your tender flesh. He’d worked you up until you begged for the pain that was to come. And you’d wanted it, badly. Because it was Brian that would give it to you. It was him whom you trusted.

And now you found yourself mindless with pleasure, bouncing on Brian’s cock with his collar around your throat and his hands torturing your tits, only hours after Sarina had screamed at you… only hours after you’d fucked to prove her wrong.

You knew Brian was tired. As fit as he was, there was no denying the limits of his age- and it didn’t bother you. You loved him for HIM. So, you felt a guilty niggle for teasing about the punishment he’d promised in the pool. You should have expected him to take it to heart. When Brian excused himself from your shared bedroom, told you to put on your lacy lingerie, and said to wait for him on the bed, you knew you were in for a good night. You also knew better than to question what he was doing in the bathroom.

Now, your Daddy simply lay on the mattress and provided his massive cock for you to wreck yourself with. But there was something immensely sexy about the way he lazily commanded you to do all the work. You had to slave for your own punishment… and the hooded flutter of his eyelids showed he enjoyed the rewards.

“That’s a good little slut,” he murmured, moaning from the pleasure, “Fuck yourself… just like that.”

You did, riding your hips up and down his shaft, squeezing his length, sheathing his cock as deep as you could take him. He tugged on the chain again, and you sucked a breath through your teeth. Your movements faltered from the distraction; in response, Brian slapped your bare ass. The handprint smarted almost as much as your breasts.

“I didn’t say you could stop- naughty girl. You’re the one who wanted me to punish you. Who begged for Daddy’s cock again.”

It was too much to hear it laid out like that: your pathetic desperation and shameless devotion. You whined, unable to do more than buckle down and grind your core against the pale skin where his cock met his hips, stuffed full and happy.

Brian bit his plump bottom lip at the sight of you. “You’re lucky you’re getting anything at all.”

You knew you were.

“But it seems I have to teach you another lesson.”

You also knew that time on tour was running out, and Brian couldn’t much resist the temptation of your eager body. You threw your head back and cupped the undersides of your breasts, squeezing and bouncing the mounds. Avoiding your tender nipples. Reveling in the pinch of pain.

He responded by swinging the chain against your navel again, and then two big hands found their way to your small waist. “Why are you being punished Y/N?”

You tried to think back to the pool, to what insignificant slight had excused a night of eroticism this time. Your mind was almost too fuzzy to think. His dick felt so good stretching you, and you were getting close. Harder pressure from the callused tips of his fingers brought you back to the moment.

You’d left him at the chairs and answered the phone call from Jenna. When Brian wanted your attention, he wanted all of it. He needed to be your first and only priority. A man like him didn’t share.

But also, you remembered the hurt that flashed through his eyes. The way his shoulders slumped without your presence. You remembered the sick turning of your gut when you realized you’d disappointed him. You knew you wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Whatever he needed, you could give.

But it was all too much to answer. You weren’t fast enough, and Brian growled. His hands did clamp around you now, hard. “Daddy asked you a fucking question, slut. Do I need to spell it out for you?” The hard edge to his voice made your stomach drop.

“I- I forgot I was yours Daddy!” The words rushed out, formed on a whim. It wasn’t the full picture, but it was enough. You both understood, deep down – far enough that Brian wouldn’t acknowledge and you wouldn’t discuss – what you meant. Every single piece of you belonged fully to him.

Below, you Brian growled, and finally, finally, thrust up to meet your hips. “YES. You- perfect, sweet little girl- are mine.” The beautiful white curls on his head floated backwards as his head tipped back against the pillows. His mouth was open, tongue peeking past his sharp teeth just enough to torment you, and his chin tilted up to expose the soft expanse of his neck. There, his skin was supple and velvety. It folded into gentle swathes that begged to be sucked. It scratched in the nights after a day without shaving. It was perfect, it was him, and your eyes feasted on the sight. There was nothing better than watching the pleasure Brian wrung from you.

A few more thrusts followed as he reveled in his ownership and the feel of your tight heat around his cock. You did your best to work with his movements. His length pulled your insides apart with every plunge. When his breathing increased and the strain was evident on his beaded brow, Brian remembered who was supposed to be providing the effort.

“Ride Daddy’s cock Y/N. Make me come… and then, when your little cunt’s full and you remember you’re MINE… you can come too.”

It was your turn to become breathless. You could feel your inner muscles clenching already. ”Yes Sir.”

You did as he commanded, bringing the pair of you to your awaited completion as he assaulted your ears with dirty words- tempting you to finish too soon.

“Sexy, beautiful girl. MY girl. …Daddy’s perfect pussy.” His voice was gravelly as you rode him, reverberating darkness, indulgence, and sin. It was all you could do to whine back at him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and played with the damp curls at the back of his head. The long chain of your nipple clamps dragged along his stomach.

Brian lost himself in the feel of you. In how much you wanted to please him. In the love and lust you shared. He chased his pleasure and clouded his mind, but the lingering insecurities flashed back to your earlier actions at the pool. He had full control of you, now, but when his brows knitted in the strange mix of ecstasy and pain you knew all too well, and he caught your eyes with his own dark ones, you knew he needed you constantly.

“Look Y/N. Look at US.” The image of your small form writhing atop his was too much for your mind, especially when his voice gained a rough growl. “Am I not enough for you? Do I not give you everything?” He punctuated his last word with a rare thrust up into your channel.

He gave you more than enough. He gave you too much.

“Yeessss….” you practically moaned the answer. You wanted to be everything for him too, but you knew you could never be. Yet you knew your words were genuine. “You’re all I want Daddy.”

It made it all the more terrifying that it was going to end. Especially as Brian clutched and marked your skin, just as addicted as you were.

“Show me.”

You increased your pace, certain you were going to come soon. You prayed Brian was close. His cock felt impossibly hard inside you, twitching every time you squeezed. A greedy, wanting hand tugged at the chain again. He pulled your breasts upwards, enough to peak the nipples and sway the flesh, and it hurt. It hurt more than almost anything he’d done to you before. But it was so good. The sharp pain spread along your torso and turned to tingles in your core. Heat. Submission.

You cried out, and he stopped his sweet torture, cupping instead around the fullness of your chest. Covering so much with his huge hands. Squeezing.

“Please Daddy!” You lost rhythm, but needed desperately to make him proud. To be good for your punishment. “Come inside me Daddy. PLEASE!”

You wanted nothing more. You needed it. Your purpose was to bring him pleasure, and the burning of your thighs mattered not.

No further teasing words came from Brian’s mouth. He was past it, moaning with his mouth open and his eyes dull. Lost of all comprehension but the feeling in his cock. He’d already come today, but he needed it again. Needed to release his baseless worries and bury them inside you. Instinctively, you knew this. You knew HIM.

“Fuck… F- FUCK.” You swore as your walls clenched around him, warning of your impending fall. And… blessedly, wonderfully… that pushed Brian over the edge.

“Uuuunnngggh… aaah!” He let slip a stream of unintelligible sounds, alternating between biting his lip and letting it fall open as he spurted his seed inside you. “Mmmmnnn baby!” He was still laid back and lazy, reclined on the pillows as you pulled his pleasure from him. It was a spectacle like no other. He came in your cunt like it was his right, and couldn’t even be bothered to move a muscle, save for the unconscious twitching of his big cock.

You knew it wasn’t fully true; you knew his attempts to live up to your supposed expectations took a lot out of him. But damn if it, right now, wasn’t the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.

You barely had to touch your clit and could feel your peak cresting just as the last pulses of Brian’s spend spurted deep inside you. It was blinding, mind-numbing pleasure, melting your limbs into the boneless twitching heap he always left you. You came hard around his still-stiff cock, feeling the girth of him keep you open as your muscles tried to clench. Your body milked the sperm he no longer had left to give, and you collapsed forwards slightly, catching your breath through blessed relief.

You rested on his chest as his cock softened and you both came down from your highs. A few remaining pulses squeezed your cunt around his width as you buried your cheek into the curls of his chest hair. He breathed deeply, clearly exhausted, but you could tell that – at this moment – his head wasn’t spinning, and he was satisfied in bliss. Your body rose and fell in time with his chest.

A surge of affection came over you then, in the happy silence. Bright joy blossomed in your stomach and spread out until even the tips of your fingers were tingling against his bare skin. You couldn’t resist him, and instinctively kneaded his smooth skin with a delicate, reverent touch. You placed warm kisses up and down the ridges of his sternum where your head rested. It was as slow and lazy as Brian had been throughout; now you were both exhausted. Your cheeks hurt from smiling.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you whispered. The sounds of more of your gentle kisses filled his appreciative silence.

“...You’re welcome sweetheart.”

Long arms wrapped around your back and pressed you further against Brian’s chest. It was like you were both incomplete unless you were wrapped completely in each other. You loved that he needed you so near, but a sharp sting also reminded you of the hard clamps between your bodies.

It caused a tiny whine to escape from your lips into the afterglow that surrounded you. Brian placed a reassuring kiss to the top of your head where it still rested on his torso.

“Let’s get these off, baby girl. You did so well.” The strength of his arms pulled you up so you were again leaning overtop him. His eyes lingered on the sight so close before them.

Slowly, tiredly, Brian took the clamps off your nipples. Even that action hurt, and you whimpered as he did so, but it shortly became a moan as his mouth replaced the metal. He sucked greedily, lapping away the tenderness and leaving warmth and comfort. Your flesh once again suctioned inside his mouth, Brian moaned happily. It was a recent level of intimacy, and you loved it. It was like you were being consumed, but at the same time, you were the one giving the comfort.

You also loved the way it made his cock jump inside you. Over seventy years old, and as desperate for sex as a teenager.

You knew there would be no promise behind it; you loved simply feeling how his body responded to yours. Every fibre of your being was exhausted, and happy to be wrapped in his clutch.

“Thank you for trying this with me Brian.” Your voice was soft over the sounds of his busy mouth.

He hummed back, circling your tender nipple and moving to the other breast. It was the only answer you needed, and the only one you would get. When Brian pulled off your chest he immediately moved to your lips. He steered your head down towards him with a wordless hand and stole your breath. Your mouth was his, just like the rest of you.

He tasted divine. He smelled heavenly – like sex and need and love. His plump lips cushioned yours at the very same time his sharp teeth nipped his possession. When you had to take a reluctant break, you inhaled a deep breath. You loved everything about tonight, and you wanted to make sure he knew.

“I’m serious. I really appreciate you showing me all these new wonderful things. I don’t think I’d ever try them if it wasn’t for you… with anyone else.”

Brian chuckled lowly, dark and a bit playfully dangerous as if listening to the extent of your corruption. “That’s good news darling. I’m glad I’m…” he gripped your ass in both hands and shifted his waist beneath you, making sure you felt his cock still inside, “…stimulating enough.”

You’d meant it as an open truth, but you didn’t mind him turning it into something more flirtatious. The man would be your absolute ruin. “More than.”

His tongue found yours again, now with his fingers massaging the firm flesh of your ass, and his grip making sure your bodies remained connected in the most intimate way. You kissed for a few more moments. Until you were sure he’d mapped every last inner surface of your mouth.

Then he let you breathe, pulling away so you could see his dark eyes burrowing into yours: the beautiful crinkles on their edges making your heart patter and your stomach flip. “Adam’s got something kinky planned for Florida.” He was judging your reaction. “If you’re interested.”

You knew very well Brian had asked Adam to plan such a night. You wondered if he could feel your walls clench at the idea.

“I definitely am.”

Brian latched on to your neck again, sucking a large bruise to mark tonight’s coupling. “You sure?”

He asked, but you could tell his mind was elsewhere. Maybe it was centred on the new colour on your throat, just below your collar. Maybe it was already in Florida, imagining whatever he had in store for you.

“Yes Bri.”

“It will be a lot Y/N. A proper sex club. I’ll expect you to behave a certain way.” Brian looked strait into your eyes, searching. You realized you’d said yes before he’d even explained anything. It mattered not. You loved the things he did to you; you just wanted to please him like he’d pleased you tonight.

“Yes Daddy.”

You rolled your hips, and watched with delight as Brian’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. His curls bounced upon the pillow.

“You fucking minx.”

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Chapter 129: Chained (Alternate)

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Brian’s eyes gleamed in the low light, a well of darkness with a sultry shimmer to catch your gaze. Small beads of sweat littered his chest and highlighted the grey curls that grew upon it. Your thighs trembled; your quads ached. The strained breaths from your chest filled the room, yet the man below you was silent as you rode him: smirking, propped up on a pile of pillows.

A punishment never felt so good.

You threw your head back, powering through the burn in your legs and the stretch in your cunt, forcing yourself not to look at Brian- lest you come before you were allowed. His cock was hard, thick, and deep inside you. It touched all the right places. Tortured and satisfied like no other ever could. You would ride his dick all night if he let you.

Seeing you enjoy yourself just a little too much, Brian lazily tugged on the wicked chain connecting your nipples, and earned himself another scream.

“Ahhhhh!!” you cried, bucking your hips against his helplessly. The pleasure and the pain blended into one. It was so much stimulation, and it was wonderful. Each time you moved atop Brian you could feel the weight of your breasts bouncing. The pull of the light chain as it swung sent fire through the clamps, which heightened every other feeling beyond comprehension. You were the picture of debauchery- wanton from every angle- and it was all for Brian. In these moments, you finally felt beautiful.

He'd smirked when he attached the clamps to your nipples. They were already hard and wet from his mouth: aching for something more. You’d wanted to try the new toy tonight, and after much discussion about expectations and safety, Brian had agreed. Nothing but his clever tongue and soothing voice could have prepared you for the overwhelming burn of the cool metal.

You could still feel the eager sucking of his lips on your breasts. His warm tongue circling your sensitive buds, one at a time; his teeth nipping your tender flesh. He’d worked you up until you begged for the pain that was to come. And you’d wanted it, badly. Because it was Brian that would give it to you. It was him whom you trusted.

And now you found yourself mindless with pleasure, bouncing on Brian’s cock with his collar around your throat and his hands torturing your tits, only hours after Sarina had screamed at you… only hours after you’d fucked to prove her wrong.

You knew Brian was tired. As fit as he was, there was no denying the limits of his age- and it didn’t bother you. You loved him for HIM. So, you felt a guilty niggle for teasing about the punishment he’d promised in the pool. You should have expected him to take it to heart. When Brian excused himself from your shared bedroom, told you to put on your lacy lingerie, and said to wait for him on the bed, you knew you were in for a good night. You also knew better than to question what he was doing in the bathroom.

Now, your lover simply lay on the mattress and provided his massive cock for you to wreck yourself with. But there was something immensely sexy about the way he lazily commanded you to do all the work. You had to slave for your own punishment… and the hooded flutter of his eyelids showed he enjoyed the rewards.

“That’s a good little slut,” he murmured, moaning from the pleasure, “Fuck yourself… just like that.”

You did, riding your hips up and down his shaft, squeezing his length, sheathing his cock as deep as you could take him. He tugged on the chain again, and you sucked a breath through your teeth. Your movements faltered from the distraction; in response, Brian slapped your bare ass. The handprint smarted almost as much as your breasts.

“I didn’t say you could stop- naughty girl. You’re the one who wanted me to punish you. Who begged for my cock again.”

It was too much to hear it laid out like that: your pathetic desperation and shameless devotion. You whined, unable to do more than buckle down and grind your core against the pale skin where his cock met his hips, stuffed full and happy.

Brian bit his plump bottom lip at the sight of you. “You’re lucky you’re getting anything at all.”

You knew you were.

“But it seems I have to teach you another lesson.”

You also knew that time on tour was running out, and Brian couldn’t much resist the temptation of your eager body. You threw your head back and cupped the undersides of your breasts, squeezing and bouncing the mounds. Avoiding your tender nipples. Reveling in the pinch of pain.

He responded by swinging the chain against your navel again, and then two big hands found their way to your small waist. “Why are you being punished Y/N?”

You tried to think back to the pool, to what insignificant slight had excused a night of eroticism this time. Your mind was almost too fuzzy to think. His dick felt so good stretching you, and you were getting close. Harder pressure from the callused tips of his fingers brought you back to the moment.

You’d left him at the chairs and answered the phone call from Jenna. When Brian wanted your attention, he wanted all of it. He needed to be your first and only priority. A man like him didn’t share.

But also, you remembered the hurt that flashed through his eyes. The way his shoulders slumped without your presence. You remembered the sick turning of your gut when you realized you’d disappointed him. You knew you wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Whatever he needed, you could give.

But it was all too much to answer. You weren’t fast enough, and Brian growled. His hands did clamp around you now, hard. “I asked you a fucking question, slut. Do I need to spell it out for you?” The hard edge to his voice made your stomach drop.

“I- I forgot I was yours Sir!” The words rushed out, formed on a whim. It wasn’t the full picture, but it was enough. You both understood, deep down – far enough that Brian wouldn’t acknowledge and you wouldn’t discuss – what you meant. Every single piece of you belonged fully to him.

Below, you Brian growled, and finally, finally, thrust up to meet your hips. “YES. You- perfect, sweet little girl- are mine.” The beautiful white curls on his head floated backwards as his head tipped back against the pillows. His mouth was open, tongue peeking past his sharp teeth just enough to torment you, and his chin tilted up to expose the soft expanse of his neck. There, his skin was supple and velvety. It folded into gentle swathes that begged to be sucked. It scratched in the nights after a day without shaving. It was perfect, it was him, and your eyes feasted on the sight. There was nothing better than watching the pleasure Brian wrung from you.

A few more thrusts followed as he reveled in his ownership and the feel of your tight heat around his cock. You did your best to work with his movements. His length pulled your insides apart with every plunge. When his breathing increased and the strain was evident on his beaded brow, Brian remembered who was supposed to be providing the effort.

“Ride my cock Y/N. Make me come… and then, when your little cunt’s full and you remember you’re MINE… you can come too.”

It was your turn to become breathless. You could feel your inner muscles clenching already. ”Yes Sir.”

You did as he commanded, bringing the pair of you to your awaited completion as he assaulted your ears with dirty words- tempting you to finish too soon.

“Sexy, beautiful girl. MY girl. …my perfect pussy.” His voice was gravelly as you rode him, reverberating darkness, indulgence, and sin. It was all you could do to whine back at him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and played with the damp curls at the back of his head. The long chain of your nipple clamps dragged along his stomach.

Brian lost himself in the feel of you. In how much you wanted to please him. In the love and lust you shared. He chased his pleasure and clouded his mind, but the lingering insecurities flashed back to your earlier actions at the pool. He had full control of you, now, but when his brows knitted in the strange mix of ecstasy and pain you knew all too well, and he caught your eyes with his own dark ones, you knew he needed you constantly.

“Look Y/N. Look at US.” The image of your small form writhing atop his was too much for your mind, especially when his voice gained a rough growl. “Am I not enough for you? Do I not give you everything?” He punctuated his last word with a rare thrust up into your channel.

He gave you more than enough. He gave you too much.

“Yeessss….” you practically moaned the answer. You wanted to be everything for him too, but you knew you could never be. Yet you knew your words were genuine. “You’re all I want Sir.”

It made it all the more terrifying that it was going to end. Especially as Brian clutched and marked your skin, just as addicted as you were.

“Show me.”

You increased your pace, certain you were going to come soon. You prayed Brian was close. His cock felt impossibly hard inside you, twitching every time you squeezed. A greedy, wanting hand tugged at the chain again. He pulled your breasts upwards, enough to peak the nipples and sway the flesh, and it hurt. It hurt more than almost anything he’d done to you before. But it was so good. The sharp pain spread along your torso and turned to tingles in your core. Heat. Submission.

You cried out, and he stopped his sweet torture, cupping instead around the fullness of your chest. Covering so much with his huge hands. Squeezing.

“Please Sir!” You lost rhythm, but needed desperately to make him proud. To be good for your punishment. “Come inside me Bri. PLEASE!”

You wanted nothing more. You needed it. Your purpose was to bring him pleasure, and the burning of your thighs mattered not.

No further teasing words came from Brian’s mouth. He was past it, moaning with his mouth open and his eyes dull. Lost of all comprehension but the feeling in his cock. He’d already come today, but he needed it again. Needed to release his baseless worries and bury them inside you. Instinctively, you knew this. You knew HIM.

“Fuck… F- FUCK.” You swore as your walls clenched around him, warning of your impending fall. And… blessedly, wonderfully… that pushed Brian over the edge.

“Uuuunnngggh… aaah!” He let slip a stream of unintelligible sounds, alternating between biting his lip and letting it fall open as he spurted his seed inside you. “Mmmmnnn baby!” He was still laid back and lazy, reclined on the pillows as you pulled his pleasure from him. It was a spectacle like no other. He came in your cunt like it was his right, and couldn’t even be bothered to move a muscle, save for the unconscious twitching of his big cock.

You knew it wasn’t fully true; you knew his attempts to live up to your supposed expectations took a lot out of him. But damn if it, right now, wasn’t the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.

You barely had to touch your clit and could feel your peak cresting just as the last pulses of Brian’s spend spurted deep inside you. It was blinding, mind-numbing pleasure, melting your limbs into the boneless twitching heap he always left you. You came hard around his still-stiff cock, feeling the girth of him keep you open as your muscles tried to clench. Your body milked the sperm he no longer had left to give, and you collapsed forwards slightly, catching your breath through blessed relief.

You rested on his chest as his cock softened and you both came down from your highs. A few remaining pulses squeezed your cunt around his width as you buried your cheek into the curls of his chest hair. He breathed deeply, clearly exhausted, but you could tell that – at this moment – his head wasn’t spinning, and he was satisfied in bliss. Your body rose and fell in time with his chest.

A surge of affection came over you then, in the happy silence. Bright joy blossomed in your stomach and spread out until even the tips of your fingers were tingling against his bare skin. You couldn’t resist him, and instinctively kneaded his smooth skin with a delicate, reverent touch. You placed warm kisses up and down the ridges of his sternum where your head rested. It was as slow and lazy as Brian had been throughout; now you were both exhausted. Your cheeks hurt from smiling.

“Thank you, Brian,” you whispered. The sounds of more of your gentle kisses filled his appreciative silence.

“...You’re welcome sweetheart.”

Long arms wrapped around your back and pressed you further against Brian’s chest. It was like you were both incomplete unless you were wrapped completely in each other. You loved that he needed you so near, but a sharp sting also reminded you of the hard clamps between your bodies.

It caused a tiny whine to escape from your lips into the afterglow that surrounded you. Brian placed a reassuring kiss to the top of your head where it still rested on his torso.

“Let’s get these off, baby girl. You did so well.” The strength of his arms pulled you up so you were again leaning overtop him. His eyes lingered on the sight so close before them.

Slowly, tiredly, Brian took the clamps off your nipples. Even that action hurt, and you whimpered as he did so, but it shortly became a moan as his mouth replaced the metal. He sucked greedily, lapping away the tenderness and leaving warmth and comfort. Your flesh once again suctioned inside his mouth, Brian moaned happily. It was a recent level of intimacy, and you loved it. It was like you were being consumed, but at the same time, you were the one giving the comfort.

You also loved the way it made his cock jump inside you. Over seventy years old, and as desperate for sex as a teenager.

You knew there would be no promise behind it; you loved simply feeling how his body responded to yours. Every fibre of your being was exhausted, and happy to be wrapped in his clutch.

“Thank you for trying this with me Brian.” Your voice was soft over the sounds of his busy mouth.

He hummed back, circling your tender nipple and moving to the other breast. It was the only answer you needed, and the only one you would get. When Brian pulled off your chest he immediately moved to your lips. He steered your head down towards him with a wordless hand and stole your breath. Your mouth was his, just like the rest of you.

He tasted divine. He smelled heavenly – like sex and need and love. His plump lips cushioned yours at the very same time his sharp teeth nipped his possession. When you had to take a reluctant break, you inhaled a deep breath. You loved everything about tonight, and you wanted to make sure he knew.

“I’m serious. I really appreciate you showing me all these new wonderful things. I don’t think I’d ever try them if it wasn’t for you… with anyone else.”

Brian chuckled lowly, dark and a bit playfully dangerous as if listening to the extent of your corruption. “That’s good news darling. I’m glad I’m…” he gripped your ass in both hands and shifted his waist beneath you, making sure you felt his cock still inside, “…stimulating enough.”

You’d meant it as an open truth, but you didn’t mind him turning it into something more flirtatious. The man would be your absolute ruin. “More than.”

His tongue found yours again, now with his fingers massaging the firm flesh of your ass, and his grip making sure your bodies remained connected in the most intimate way. You kissed for a few more moments. Until you were sure he’d mapped every last inner surface of your mouth.

Then he let you breathe, pulling away so you could see his dark eyes burrowing into yours: the beautiful crinkles on their edges making your heart patter and your stomach flip. “Adam’s got something kinky planned for Florida.” He was judging your reaction. “If you’re interested.”

You knew very well Brian had asked Adam to plan such a night. You wondered if he could feel your walls clench at the idea.

“I definitely am.”

Brian latched on to your neck again, sucking a large bruise to mark tonight’s coupling. “You sure?”

He asked, but you could tell his mind was elsewhere. Maybe it was centred on the new colour on your throat, just below your collar. Maybe it was already in Florida, imagining whatever he had in store for you.

“Yes Bri.”

“It will be a lot Y/N. A proper sex club. I’ll expect you to behave a certain way.” Brian looked strait into your eyes, searching. You realized you’d said yes before he’d even explained anything. It mattered not. You loved the things he did to you; you just wanted to please him like he’d pleased you tonight.

“Yes Sir.”

You rolled your hips, and watched with delight as Brian’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. His curls bounced upon the pillow.

“You fucking minx.”

Notes:

PLEASE read notes before the chapter <3

Chapter 130: The Club: 1

Notes:

Hi everyone! I'm back with a new chapter, starting things off slow and sultry! I hope you enjoy!
Small Daddy kink warning. I'll post the alternate chapter to follow.

The lace on your bra itched under your long coat, and you squirmed in the seat. It was hot in the Florida summer. Every movement reminded you of the thong between your legs: the sheer stockings and garters, the push-up corset... the expensive diamond earrings. Brian had one arm draped over your shoulders as you rode in the back of his car, helping to calm the nervous jitters that wracked your body. You were dressed in your white lingerie set and nothing else, save the jacket that would allow you to walk to the club unnoticed. Your abs tightened even thinking about it. You were on edge with unease, self-consciousness, determination… but mostly with anticipation, because you would be walking through the door with Brian.

In contrast, he was dressed all in black. It made the white shock of hair on his head look even more brilliant. Elegant, slim-fitting trousers covered his long legs and left little to the imagination between them. His dress shirt was mostly unbuttoned, fastened just above the waist where it tucked in to his belt. A gold buckle drew you attention to his centre, and your eyes wandered from there. Up, to the soft grey hairs on his firm chest; to his two necklaces that swayed when he was above you. Down, again, to the full bulge of his crotch. You swallowed your unconscious salivation. His black clogs added a few extra inches to his already impressive height, and your stomach curled thinking about how big he’d look next to you.

To complete the look, Brian’s long lashes were lined with the slightest curve of black and a quick touch of mascara. He looked gorgeous. The makeup highlighted his deep eyes and proud face. The sculpted lines of his nose. The quirk of his lips. He was unearthly, and you knew he’d draw attention wherever he went. The swirl in your gut turned quick to jealousy thinking about it. But when Brian smiled at you, with those sweet eyes, he set everything right.

He’d watched you attentively when you were doing your own makeup at the hotel. You knew he loved how you made yourself pretty for him, but you also knew he loved you without it. What you hadn’t expected was for him to ask you to do his as well. To close his eyes and let you paint his beautiful face, to smile when his cheek fit so snugly in your hand. He trusted you to do right by him, and to bring forth the beauty he could no longer see. Your heart had fluttered beyond all control as you’d held his jaw in your palm. Now it was tight and aching, ready to trust him in turn.

The car came to a stop at the curb of a tall building with dim lighting. There was a line around the corner with people of all sorts chatting idly. You could already hear a faint pounding from the music inside. Allan called from the front of the car that you’d arrived. As always, there wasn’t a hint of judgement in his voice. He told you to wait for him to open the door.

“Ready darling?” Brian asked. You could see the excitement in his eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your heart was beating out of your chest. “...God... Yes.”

The grin on Brian’s face was worth more than his expensive watch. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, careful not to disrupt your lipstick... yet. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out your beautiful black collar. When his warm hands were finished fastening it around your neck, the swirling nerves inside you seemed to fade into the background. His claim made you feel safe: cherished and loved. Nothing could hurt you when Brian was at your side. Nothing he couldn’t protect you from.

“You look beautiful,” Brian said, stroking your face. You could see his honesty in his eyes.

“So do you. I’m excited.”

Brian chuckled. “Me too.”

Allan opened the door on your side of the car and you stepped out while the safety of your collar was still fresh, balancing on your tall heels. You were keenly aware of the eyes watching you from the line. When Adam stepped out from the car behind you, however, he brought a smile to your face. He was dressed in a very glittery, open shirt and tight, flared trousers. His eyeliner brought attention to his light eyes. He looked fantastic, and in his element here at the club.

“Ready Y/N?” He asked you the same question as Brian. Perhaps you weren’t doing a very good job of hiding your nerves.

“Yes. Thanks for planning all this.”

Adam simply nodded back, distracted as you were because at that moment Brian had arrived on the pavement as well, having thanked Allan for his service. The lust you saw cloud his blue eyes made you smirk, but he didn’t have the chance to say anything before Brian spoke up.

“Quickly please, inside.” He was careful to keep his back to the queue of people.

Adam’s eyes went wide, as if suddenly realizing he, too, was recognizable. “Of course.”

Brian grabbed your arm after the singer led the way. You’d never felt more conspicuous in your life. Especially when the bouncer nodded at Adam, and dozens of waiting eyes followed you past the line and the velvet rope.

The inside of the club was more elegant than you’d expected. It was posh, full of plastered grandeur with a hint of debauchery. You spotted a long bar, a selection of booths and a packed dance floor. To you, it just seemed like a normal club. Until Adam made a sharp turn in the entrance hallway and led you down a flight of stairs.

There, you were greeted by another set of security workers. Two big, burly men sat on either side of a red basement door. They looked intimidating, and you subconsciously took a step back behind Brian. What happened behind that door that warranted security like that?

“Adam Lambert,” your friend addressed the men, “I reserved a table?”

A brief look at his clipboard left the shorter of the two nodding.

“And... privacy is ensured?”

The man was all business. “We do our absolute best, but we can’t guarantee it completely. You’ll sign an NDA and drop off your phones like everyone else.”

Everyone in your group bobbed their heads, you following belatedly.

“Oh, and I’ll need to see her ID.”

The man’s gaze flicked to you, making your throat dry. You struggled for a moment, forgetting where you’d placed your belongings with no proper clothing, and then grasped victory around the plastic card in one of the jacket pockets. It was something so trivial, but your hand shook while you held it for him to inspect. You felt young and foolish singled out from the group, even though you knew it carried good intentions. You always got IDed.

Brian’s hand seemed almost impatient on the small of your back. It was a steady presence keeping you grounded throughout the security check, and then pushing your through the door when finished. “Almost there baby,” he said, rubbing soothing circles along the material of your coat. You were beginning to overheat with the extra layer.

You watched Brian sign the non-disclosure agreement with his signature the same practiced way he did for fans. You and Adam followed. Your phones were confiscated while inside the club. Everything was very professional and well-organized. It passed by in a blur of bodies until you were seated at the table Adam reserved, glancing around the room. You could feel the sweat gathering on your skin beneath your jacket.

Brian spoke after a moment, sitting down beside you. “It’s a nice place Adam. Been here before?”

“Once.” The singer’s eyes were sparkling. “When we played here last time. It’s amazing.” He glanced around the room, and then at you and Brian, looking wonderfully naughty. The music was loud, but you could carry a conversation.

“Oh,” Brian smiled, “Very good.” His eyes trained on you next. “Do you like it so far Y/N?”

You observed the room again, unsure how to answer and swallowing your nerves. You tried to actually take in what was happening around you. It made you blush, and heat up further in your heavy coat. There were people everywhere: dancing, grinding... kissing. One couple had their tongues down each other's throats in the middle of the floor. You noticed two men plastered together along the wall. A woman dressed all in black leather led a man around in a matching gimp mask. There was-- You quickly looked away, flustered with red cheeks, thinking you’d seen something you shouldn’t. There was a naked, buxom woman riding her partner’s cock on the couch in the corner. Her heavy tits still bounced in your mind. It seemed that anything consensual was allowed, out in the open. A thrill ran up your spine.

You stared at the table. “I think so.” It was a squeak, and you felt Brian shift beside you. He chuckled at your reaction.

“You’re adorable. Such a sweet, innocent little girl.” He teased, but he pulled you against his side, and you instinctively slowed your breaths. “If you ever want to leave, just tell me, or use your colours. I want you to feel comfortable.”

“I know.”

Adam looked at you across the table with a hint of concern, but underlying excitement. You smiled to reassure him. You did want to be here.

Brian still seemed keen to gauge your interest. “Did you see the doors, just there?” He gestured behind the bar area, to a row of black doors and various hallways that you’d previously overlooked. “There are rooms to explore anything your heart desires. Full of toys, devices, scenes... we can rent one if you’d like. Just say the word.”

You swallowed the dryness at the back of your mouth, nodding. You knew your eyes were as wide as saucers.

“What should we do?” You asked the other men for direction, eager to start before the nervous energy grew too sharp.

Brian smirked. He liked your brave face; you liked his velvet voice. “You can do whatever you want.”

God, he looked so fucking sexy tonight. You were so lucky you got to be here with him.

“I’m not sure what I want yet. Perhaps... you can tell me?”

A pink tongue darted out to lick his lips, leaving the ridge of his plump bottom lip with a shine you wanted to taste. Brian’s lined eyes burrowed into your core. You knew he approved of your behaviour already. You were free to be your most extreme selves in this place. It was beyond exciting.

“Well, to start... you seem awfully hot in that jacket. Do you want to take it off and show Adam your lovely outfit?”

The skin on your neck grew even redder under the jacket collar. You could feel your thighs tremble on the seat. You would be bare, clad in nothing but your frilly underwear and under the scrutiny of everyone else in the club. You wanted to do it; you’d planned it. You just weren’t sure if you could. Weren’t sure you were pretty enough, perfect enough. Good enough for Brian.

He could feel you shake beside him, and you dreaded to think he’d withdraw the idea because of your insecurity. You’d wanted to embrace everything about this night. You primed yourself for disappointment, angry at yourself for not being bolder... but... it didn’t come.

Instead, Brian smiled at you, in that way of his. With his full cheeks and soft eyes. He warmed your heart, taking his time to lean down and place a slow kiss upon your forehead. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re beautiful you know. And this is a place of acceptance. There’s nothing to be worried about.” Brian’s hazel eyes never left yours. “I would love to see you tonight.”

Your heart filled at his words. There was no one who could ever make you feel more confident, more cherished, than the man beside you. Especially when he leaned down again to whisper in your ear.

“And I would very much enjoy showing everyone that you – gorgeous, charming girl – belong to me.” You could feel the tickle of his breathy laugh against your face. “They’ll all be jealous.”

When he leaned away again, your eyes locked back on his. He always made you feel safe. “But you don’t have to do it if you’d prefer not to, of course.”

“I...” It took you a few moments to find your words as your insides rolled and squirmed. “Are you sure I’m...” Your mind filled ‘pretty enough’, but you couldn’t say it, couldn’t admit you still felt that way after weeks of Brian’s sweet words and love. And he didn’t let you.

“You are everything, Y/N. Never forget it.”

If it was another place and time, hearing that, a tear would have come to your eye. In the booth of a wild sex club, with writhing bodies in the shadows, your chest tightened, and you felt the fluttering of your heart through your skin. You could do anything for this man. This wonderful, caring man who made you feel so special, and who freed you to be yourself.

“I love you.” Your hands shook, but they flew to undo the buttons on your jacket. You repeated yourself, louder, uncaring that Adam could hear. “I love you. Thank you.”

Brian’s grin spread wider, so genuine it hurt. “Of course.” He helped you remove the coat, and came close so the singer couldn’t hear his hushed voice. “I love you too.”

It was a great relief when the air conditioning finally hit your skin. You were wearing next to nothing, but the heavy gazes of both men at the table kept you warm. You glanced down at yourself. You could see the peaks of your hard nipples through your bra.

Brian practically purred. “Beautiful. I’m proud of you darling.”

Adam smiled, like he agreed. You were, in fact, a little proud of yourself too.

“Thank you... Daddy.” You glanced back at dark hazel eyes, teasing. They looked like they wanted to consume you.

Sharp canines appeared when he laughed. “There’s my good girl.”

…

Adam ordered the first drinks of the night and brought them to the table. Two or three glasses in, you’d moved to Brian’s lap. On the fourth, Adam excused himself to dance with a very attractive man he’d found, who looked at the singer with wide eyes of wonder. You had to stifle a chuckle. You probably looked like that when you looked at Bri.

You were tipsy, bubbly, having a great time, but well within your limits. As was Bri, a few drinks further in. He used Adam’s departure as an excuse to turn you around, now that it wouldn’t be rude to do so. He lifted your leg and spun you around atop him so that you straddled his waist. The thin lining of your panties pressed up against his bulge. You loved how easily he moved you.

Brian’s hand guided your face to meet his; his other one found your rear. His tongue pushed into your mouth and made you groan... like a little wanton whore for everyone to see. At the beginning, it was at the back of your mind. You were distracted by Brian. By all the ways you wanted him to kiss you. But, as time progressed and you fell into the familiar rhythm of his lips, you became more aware of what you were doing, and where you were doing it.

There was nothing to stop anyone from watching you. You made out for a long while, grinding on Brian’s lap, sharing in sounds of pleasure, and every patron of the club could look if they wanted to. You could barely be seen with Brian in public, let alone show your affection. Yet here you were, with him encouraging you to rub against his hardening front.

You were so glad he had this idea.

The thought of people watching turned you on more than you cared to admit. You’d explored the concept a bit with Brian over the weeks and knew how much he loved it. Though your heart was fond of your first few days together, you’d come a long way from your shyness on the plane in Dallas. A part of you wanted people to see how much you loved him. Here, where there were no cameras and no risks.

You wanted to show Brian off as much as he loved to display you. You probably looked gorgeous together: him in black, you in white. An angel ensnared in his grasp. You wanted everyone to see that this beautiful, powerful, sexy older man was kissing you like he couldn’t live without it. He looked damn good tonight. You wanted the other girls, and boys, to be jealous. You smirked into Brian’s lips. Perhaps you weren’t a perfect angel after all.

You slid your hands down his sides and let them rest on the warm swell above his hips. Your thumbs rubbed the soft flesh that fell over his belt. He felt absolutely perfect against you - his tummy tucked under your breasts – and the contrasting hard and soft of his body ignited every passion inside you.

“God Bri,” you groaned, pushing yourself as close to him as possible, “You look so fucking good tonight. I want you so bad.”

Brian’s large hands squeezed the mounds of your bare ass, leaving lovely red marks that faded far too quickly. He released the part of your neck he was sucking on, drawling in a deep, thick tone that pooled in your gut.

“Patience, baby girl. The night’s just begun.” He told you to be good, but he used his grip to pull you against his stomach. “You don’t want the fun to end before we enjoy everything this place has to offer.”

He was right, you didn’t. But the temptation of letting him fuck you right here across the table was growing by the minute. Maybe, after a few more hours of teasing, he would.

You looked into his eyes and smiled, forcing control over the lust that bubbled within you. “Okay Daddy.” You voice was just loud enough for the closest strangers to hear. Brian’s eyes widened with pleasure. You decided to be good, for now.

His lips met yours for one final kiss, lest the urge prove too much for him as well. “What would you like to do?”

“Umm...” You weren’t quite sure. Your eyes scanned the room, immediately tracking to the sea of bodies gyrating together. “We could go dance?”

You felt Brian stiffen beneath you, ever so slightly. His gaze flicked back and forth between your face and the dancefloor. He was your wonderful, capable rock, but at time like this you remembered he was human.

“I don’t dance Y/N.” His cheeks reddened more than from just the vodka. “Surely you know that.”

“Everyone dances.”

“I don’t dance... well.”

You tucked yourself back up under his soft neck, nuzzling along his skin with your nose. His scent was intoxicating. Your mind filled with images of his little shuffle on stage, of the few times you’d seen him bounce happily to the music on an evening out, and of a few video clips floating around the internet. He was always adorable.

“I love your dancing.”

You felt Brian shake his head above you. A few stray curls tangled with your own hair. “I’m hopeless.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, even though he couldn’t see. And still, his words hurt your heart. You squeezed your arms around his torso and hugged him tight. He was perfect, and you needed him to know it. Tonight was about trying new things, after all.

“You’re not hopeless... you’re amazing. You are everything.” You repeated the words he’d said to you earlier, with a twist. “You’re sexy because you’re YOU... and I’d love to dance with my sexy man.” You placed another kiss on his open chest. “But it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

You were pleased to feel Brian hug you back. It was like your body on his lap gave him strength. It took him a while to make a decision, which was more than alright. It meant you got to spend longer in his strong arms.

Finally, he gave in, sighing with a teasing smile in his voice. “You’ll have to do most of the work.”

“...Don’t I always?”

“Hey!”

You both giggled, wrapped up in each other like there was no one else in the room. But there were. That was the thrill of it all.

It was something special, that you could tease Bri without it affecting his confidence. He knew you loved him with every fibre of your being, even his flaws. You also knew that he could fuck you into oblivion any time he wanted to.

As Brian led you to the dancefloor, you remembered – for the first time in a while – that you were mostly naked. Walking through the crowd in your lingerie and heels drew a fair bit of attention, even in a place where that wasn’t uncommon. You couldn’t lie to yourself, it gave you a rush similar to the one onstage during a cheerleading performance. It was nice to feel beautiful, and it was especially easy with Brian beside you. His hair lit up under the multicoloured lights like a tall beacon. He drew the eye, looked the part, and kept a possessive hand around your wrist.

You settled in the corner, where the pulsing mass of bodies was a little sparser. The room was hot, the music was loud, and your pulse hammered in your neck. The pounding of the base went through to your bones and your pussy.

Your hands reached out to Brian’s waist, rubbing as you moved your hips in time. You surged with the beat of the music, trying to bring his stationary form into your movements. He started rocking beneath your hands, and you were pleased. The slightest sway of his serpentine hips drove you crazy.

You smiled up at your lover, ignoring the strain in your neck that his proximity necessitated. You found that he was looking at you much the same, staring down with those deep, dark eyes that spun your insides. The lights still glistened in his hair. The sharp contrasts highlighted his regal features, the wanting purse of his full lips. He was glorious, and he was yours.

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” You had to yell over the music.

Brian grinned and shook his head, making his curls float in a dazzling display of colours. “Not with you it’s not.” He looked so cute, bobbing awkwardly to the song. “Though I’m sure I look a fool.”

“No you don’t - don’t be silly. You look very handsome. Trust me.”

He stuck his tongue out at your exaggerated tone and pulled you a bit closer. Your front was stuck to his, which made dancing a little more difficult, but everyone could see who you belonged to. The hardness was still in the front of his trousers, pressing eagerly into your stomach. The height difference presented his lust so wonderfully close to your senses. It showed what you did to him.

“You say that, but people are staring at me.”

Brian’s words caused a little tingle in your core. Your own gaze flicked around the room, taking in the various pairs of eyes that looked away as soon as you made contact.

“Of course they are,” you replied. “Surely you’re used to the attention at this point?”

“I’m not sure it’s quite the same thing. At least I hope not.”

Brian was right, it wouldn’t be good to be recognized in this situation. You were both dancing around it – literally – but you knew what everyone was staring at. He was old enough to stand out at this type of establishment, especially with the way he commanded attention. The sight of you in his arms was immediately pushing boundaries. Your relationship was kinky even at first glance, before they could see your lingerie and collar.

You looked up to his unreadable face. “Well... you said you wanted to show me off tonight. I’d love nothing more. Let them watch.” The slightest flare of his nostrils gave him away, igniting a fire between your legs. “Please Daddy, show them who I belong to.”

The pressure on your waist increased, and a big hand came down to squeeze the bare curve of your ass. Brian groaned loud enough for you to hear over the music. He leaned down to meet your face, and his nose pressed sloppily against your skin until he found the right angle. He bit your lips, caressed your tongue. He consumed you on the dancefloor for everyone to see how much you fucking loved it.

You weren’t even aware that your bodies had stopped dancing, until the song changed to one more familiar, and you both pulled away chuckling. You stared into his beautiful eyes as the first notes of ‘Body Language’ filled the room.

Brian rolled his eyes. “At least this bloody song still gets some airtime somewhere.”

God, you loved him.

You danced, tight in his arms, so wrapped in the feel of each other that your natural instincts took over. You gave yourself to him fully. You looked damn good together, and everyone in the club could see: your cheek, pressed snug into the open skin of his strong chest.

Notes:

Well... what else should Bri and Y/N get up to at the club?

Chapter 131: The Club: 1 (Alternate)

Notes:

Non daddy kink version of previous chapter

The lace on your bra itched under your long coat, and you squirmed in the seat. It was hot in the Florida summer. Every movement reminded you of the thong between your legs: the sheer stockings and garters, the push-up corset... the expensive diamond earrings. Brian had one arm draped over your shoulders as you rode in the back of his car, helping to calm the nervous jitters that wracked your body. You were dressed in your white lingerie set and nothing else, save the jacket that would allow you to walk to the club unnoticed. Your abs tightened even thinking about it. You were on edge with unease, self-consciousness, determination… but mostly with anticipation, because you would be walking through the door with Brian.

In contrast, he was dressed all in black. It made the white shock of hair on his head look even more brilliant. Elegant, slim-fitting trousers covered his long legs and left little to the imagination between them. His dress shirt was mostly unbuttoned, fastened just above the waist where it tucked in to his belt. A gold buckle drew you attention to his centre, and your eyes wandered from there. Up, to the soft grey hairs on his firm chest; to his two necklaces that swayed when he was above you. Down, again, to the full bulge of his crotch. You swallowed your unconscious salivation. His black clogs added a few extra inches to his already impressive height, and your stomach curled thinking about how big he’d look next to you.

To complete the look, Brian’s long lashes were lined with the slightest curve of black and a quick touch of mascara. He looked gorgeous. The makeup highlighted his deep eyes and proud face. The sculpted lines of his nose. The quirk of his lips. He was unearthly, and you knew he’d draw attention wherever he went. The swirl in your gut turned quick to jealousy thinking about it. But when Brian smiled at you, with those sweet eyes, he set everything right.

He’d watched you attentively when you were doing your own makeup at the hotel. You knew he loved how you made yourself pretty for him, but you also knew he loved you without it. What you hadn’t expected was for him to ask you to do his as well. To close his eyes and let you paint his beautiful face, to smile when his cheek fit so snugly in your hand. He trusted you to do right by him, and to bring forth the beauty he could no longer see. Your heart had fluttered beyond all control as you’d held his jaw in your palm. Now it was tight and aching, ready to trust him in turn.

The car came to a stop at the curb of a tall building with dim lighting. There was a line around the corner with people of all sorts chatting idly. You could already hear a faint pounding from the music inside. Allan called from the front of the car that you’d arrived. As always, there wasn’t a hint of judgement in his voice. He told you to wait for him to open the door.

“Ready darling?” Brian asked. You could see the excitement in his eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your heart was beating out of your chest. “...God... Yes.”

The grin on Brian’s face was worth more than his expensive watch. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, careful not to disrupt your lipstick... yet. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out your beautiful black collar. When his warm hands were finished fastening it around your neck, the swirling nerves inside you seemed to fade into the background. His claim made you feel safe: cherished and loved. Nothing could hurt you when Brian was at your side. Nothing he couldn’t protect you from.

“You look beautiful,” Brian said, stroking your face. You could see his honesty in his eyes.

“So do you. I’m excited.”

Brian chuckled. “Me too.”

Allan opened the door on your side of the car and you stepped out while the safety of your collar was still fresh, balancing on your tall heels. You were keenly aware of the eyes watching you from the line. When Adam stepped out from the car behind you, however, he brought a smile to your face. He was dressed in a very glittery, open shirt and tight, flared trousers. His eyeliner brought attention to his light eyes. He looked fantastic, and in his element here at the club.

“Ready Y/N?” He asked you the same question as Brian. Perhaps you weren’t doing a very good job of hiding your nerves.

“Yes. Thanks for planning all this.”

Adam simply nodded back, distracted as you were because at that moment Brian had arrived on the pavement as well, having thanked Allan for his service. The lust you saw cloud his blue eyes made you smirk, but he didn’t have the chance to say anything before Brian spoke up.

“Quickly please, inside.” He was careful to keep his back to the queue of people.

Adam’s eyes went wide, as if suddenly realizing he, too, was recognizable. “Of course.”

Brian grabbed your arm after the singer led the way. You’d never felt more conspicuous in your life. Especially when the bouncer nodded at Adam, and dozens of waiting eyes followed you past the line and the velvet rope.

The inside of the club was more elegant than you’d expected. It was posh, full of plastered grandeur with a hint of debauchery. You spotted a long bar, a selection of booths and a packed dance floor. To you, it just seemed like a normal club. Until Adam made a sharp turn in the entrance hallway and led you down a flight of stairs.

There, you were greeted by another set of security workers. Two big, burly men sat on either side of a red basement door. They looked intimidating, and you subconsciously took a step back behind Brian. What happened behind that door that warranted security like that?

“Adam Lambert,” your friend addressed the men, “I reserved a table?”

A brief look at his clipboard left the shorter of the two nodding.

“And... privacy is ensured?”

The man was all business. “We do our absolute best, but we can’t guarantee it completely. You’ll sign an NDA and drop off your phones like everyone else.”

Everyone in your group bobbed their heads, you following belatedly.

“Oh, and I’ll need to see her ID.”

The man’s gaze flicked to you, making your throat dry. You struggled for a moment, forgetting where you’d placed your belongings with no proper clothing, and then grasped victory around the plastic card in one of the jacket pockets. It was something so trivial, but your hand shook while you held it for him to inspect. You felt young and foolish singled out from the group, even though you knew it carried good intentions. You always got IDed.

Brian’s hand seemed almost impatient on the small of your back. It was a steady presence keeping you grounded throughout the security check, and then pushing your through the door when finished. “Almost there baby,” he said, rubbing soothing circles along the material of your coat. You were beginning to overheat with the extra layer.

You watched Brian sign the non-disclosure agreement with his signature the same practiced way he did for fans. You and Adam followed. Your phones were confiscated while inside the club. Everything was very professional and well-organized. It passed by in a blur of bodies until you were seated at the table Adam reserved, glancing around the room. You could feel the sweat gathering on your skin beneath your jacket.

Brian spoke after a moment, sitting down beside you. “It’s a nice place Adam. Been here before?”

“Once.” The singer’s eyes were sparkling. “When we played here last time. It’s amazing.” He glanced around the room, and then at you and Brian, looking wonderfully naughty. The music was loud, but you could carry a conversation.

“Oh,” Brian smiled, “Very good.” His eyes trained on you next. “Do you like it so far Y/N?”

You observed the room again, unsure how to answer and swallowing your nerves. You tried to actually take in what was happening around you. It made you blush, and heat up further in your heavy coat. There were people everywhere: dancing, grinding... kissing. One couple had their tongues down each other's throats in the middle of the floor. You noticed two men plastered together along the wall. A woman dressed all in black leather led a man around in a matching gimp mask. There was-- You quickly looked away, flustered with red cheeks, thinking you’d seen something you shouldn’t. There was a naked, buxom woman riding her partner’s cock on the couch in the corner. Her heavy tits still bounced in your mind. It seemed that anything consensual was allowed, out in the open. A thrill ran up your spine.

You stared at the table. “I think so.” It was a squeak, and you felt Brian shift beside you. He chuckled at your reaction.

“You’re adorable. Such a sweet, innocent little girl.” He teased, but he pulled you against his side, and you instinctively slowed your breaths. “If you ever want to leave, just tell me, or use your colours. I want you to feel comfortable.”

“I know.”

Adam looked at you across the table with a hint of concern, but underlying excitement. You smiled to reassure him. You did want to be here.

Brian still seemed keen to gauge your interest. “Did you see the doors, just there?” He gestured behind the bar area, to a row of black doors and various hallways that you’d previously overlooked. “There are rooms to explore anything your heart desires. Full of toys, devices, scenes... we can rent one if you’d like. Just say the word.”

You swallowed the dryness at the back of your mouth, nodding. You knew your eyes were as wide as saucers.

“What should we do?” You asked the other men for direction, eager to start before the nervous energy grew too sharp.

Brian smirked. He liked your brave face; you liked his velvet voice. “You can do whatever you want.”

God, he looked so fucking sexy tonight. You were so lucky you got to be here with him.

“I’m not sure what I want yet. Perhaps... you can tell me?”

A pink tongue darted out to lick his lips, leaving the ridge of his plump bottom lip with a shine you wanted to taste. Brian’s lined eyes burrowed into your core. You knew he approved of your behaviour already. You were free to be your most extreme selves in this place. It was beyond exciting.

“Well, to start... you seem awfully hot in that jacket. Do you want to take it off and show Adam your lovely outfit?”

The skin on your neck grew even redder under the jacket collar. You could feel your thighs tremble on the seat. You would be bare, clad in nothing but your frilly underwear and under the scrutiny of everyone else in the club. You wanted to do it; you’d planned it. You just weren’t sure if you could. Weren’t sure you were pretty enough, perfect enough. Good enough for Brian.

He could feel you shake beside him, and you dreaded to think he’d withdraw the idea because of your insecurity. You’d wanted to embrace everything about this night. You primed yourself for disappointment, angry at yourself for not being bolder... but... it didn’t come.

Instead, Brian smiled at you, in that way of his. With his full cheeks and soft eyes. He warmed your heart, taking his time to lean down and place a slow kiss upon your forehead. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re beautiful you know. And this is a place of acceptance. There’s nothing to be worried about.” Brian’s hazel eyes never left yours. “I would love to see you tonight.”

Your heart filled at his words. There was no one who could ever make you feel more confident, more cherished, than the man beside you. Especially when he leaned down again to whisper in your ear.

“And I would very much enjoy showing everyone that you – gorgeous, charming girl – belong to me.” You could feel the tickle of his breathy laugh against your face. “They’ll all be jealous.”

When he leaned away again, your eyes locked back on his. He always made you feel safe. “But you don’t have to do it if you’d prefer not to, of course.”

“I...” It took you a few moments to find your words as your insides rolled and squirmed. “Are you sure I’m...” Your mind filled ‘pretty enough’, but you couldn’t say it, couldn’t admit you still felt that way after weeks of Brian’s sweet words and love. And he didn’t let you.

“You are everything, Y/N. Never forget it.”

If it was another place and time, hearing that, a tear would have come to your eye. In the booth of a wild sex club, with writhing bodies in the shadows, your chest tightened, and you felt the fluttering of your heart through your skin. You could do anything for this man. This wonderful, caring man who made you feel so special, and who freed you to be yourself.

“I love you.” Your hands shook, but they flew to undo the buttons on your jacket. You repeated yourself, louder, uncaring that Adam could hear. “I love you. Thank you.”

Brian’s grin spread wider, so genuine it hurt. “Of course.” He helped you remove the coat, and came close so the singer couldn’t hear his hushed voice. “I love you too.”

It was a great relief when the air conditioning finally hit your skin. You were wearing next to nothing, but the heavy gazes of both men at the table kept you warm. You glanced down at yourself. You could see the peaks of your hard nipples through your bra.

Brian practically purred. “Beautiful. I’m proud of you darling.”

Adam smiled, like he agreed. You were, in fact, a little proud of yourself too.

“Thank you... Sir.” You glanced back at dark hazel eyes, teasing. They looked like they wanted to consume you.

Sharp canines appeared when he laughed. “There’s my good girl.”

…

Adam ordered the first drinks of the night and brought them to the table. Two or three glasses in, you’d moved to Brian’s lap. On the fourth, Adam excused himself to dance with a very attractive man he’d found, who looked at the singer with wide eyes of wonder. You had to stifle a chuckle. You probably looked like that when you looked at Bri.

You were tipsy, bubbly, having a great time, but well within your limits. As was Bri, a few drinks further in. He used Adam’s departure as an excuse to turn you around, now that it wouldn’t be rude to do so. He lifted your leg and spun you around atop him so that you straddled his waist. The thin lining of your panties pressed up against his bulge. You loved how easily he moved you.

Brian’s hand guided your face to meet his; his other one found your rear. His tongue pushed into your mouth and made you groan... like a little wanton whore for everyone to see. At the beginning, it was at the back of your mind. You were distracted by Brian. By all the ways you wanted him to kiss you. But, as time progressed and you fell into the familiar rhythm of his lips, you became more aware of what you were doing, and where you were doing it.

There was nothing to stop anyone from watching you. You made out for a long while, grinding on Brian’s lap, sharing in sounds of pleasure, and every patron of the club could look if they wanted to. You could barely be seen with Brian in public, let alone show your affection. Yet here you were, with him encouraging you to rub against his hardening front.

You were so glad he had this idea.

The thought of people watching turned you on more than you cared to admit. You’d explored the concept a bit with Brian over the weeks and knew how much he loved it. Though your heart was fond of your first few days together, you’d come a long way from your shyness on the plane in Dallas. A part of you wanted people to see how much you loved him. Here, where there were no cameras and no risks.

You wanted to show Brian off as much as he loved to display you. You probably looked gorgeous together: him in black, you in white. An angel ensnared in his grasp. You wanted everyone to see that this beautiful, powerful, sexy older man was kissing you like he couldn’t live without it. He looked damn good tonight. You wanted the other girls, and boys, to be jealous. You smirked into Brian’s lips. Perhaps you weren’t a perfect angel after all.

You slid your hands down his sides and let them rest on the warm swell above his hips. Your thumbs rubbed the soft flesh that fell over his belt. He felt absolutely perfect against you - his tummy tucked under your breasts – and the contrasting hard and soft of his body ignited every passion inside you.

“God Bri,” you groaned, pushing yourself as close to him as possible, “You look so fucking good tonight. I want you so bad.”

Brian’s large hands squeezed the mounds of your bare ass, leaving lovely red marks that faded far too quickly. He released the part of your neck he was sucking on, drawling in a deep, thick tone that pooled in your gut.

“Patience, baby girl. The night’s just begun.” He told you to be good, but he used his grip to pull you against his stomach. “You don’t want the fun to end before we enjoy everything this place has to offer.”

He was right, you didn’t. But the temptation of letting him fuck you right here across the table was growing by the minute. Maybe, after a few more hours of teasing, he would.

You looked into his eyes and smiled, forcing control over the lust that bubbled within you. “Okay Sir.” You voice was just loud enough for the closest strangers to hear. Brian’s eyes widened with pleasure. You decided to be good, for now.

His lips met yours for one final kiss, lest the urge prove too much for him as well. “What would you like to do?”

“Umm...” You weren’t quite sure. Your eyes scanned the room, immediately tracking to the sea of bodies gyrating together. “We could go dance?”

You felt Brian stiffen beneath you, ever so slightly. His gaze flicked back and forth between your face and the dancefloor. He was your wonderful, capable rock, but at time like this you remembered he was human.

“I don’t dance Y/N.” His cheeks reddened more than from just the vodka. “Surely you know that.”

“Everyone dances.”

“I don’t dance... well.”

You tucked yourself back up under his soft neck, nuzzling along his skin with your nose. His scent was intoxicating. Your mind filled with images of his little shuffle on stage, of the few times you’d seen him bounce happily to the music on an evening out, and of a few video clips floating around the internet. He was always adorable.

“I love your dancing.”

You felt Brian shake his head above you. A few stray curls tangled with your own hair. “I’m hopeless.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, even though he couldn’t see. And still, his words hurt your heart. You squeezed your arms around his torso and hugged him tight. He was perfect, and you needed him to know it. Tonight was about trying new things, after all.

“You’re not hopeless... you’re amazing. You are everything.” You repeated the words he’d said to you earlier, with a twist. “You’re sexy because you’re YOU... and I’d love to dance with my sexy man.” You placed another kiss on his open chest. “But it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

You were pleased to feel Brian hug you back. It was like your body on his lap gave him strength. It took him a while to make a decision, which was more than alright. It meant you got to spend longer in his strong arms.

Finally, he gave in, sighing with a teasing smile in his voice. “You’ll have to do most of the work.”

“...Don’t I always?”

“Hey!”

You both giggled, wrapped up in each other like there was no one else in the room. But there were. That was the thrill of it all.

It was something special, that you could tease Bri without it affecting his confidence. He knew you loved him with every fibre of your being, even his flaws. You also knew that he could fuck you into oblivion any time he wanted to.

As Brian led you to the dancefloor, you remembered – for the first time in a while – that you were mostly naked. Walking through the crowd in your lingerie and heels drew a fair bit of attention, even in a place where that wasn’t uncommon. You couldn’t lie to yourself, it gave you a rush similar to the one onstage during a cheerleading performance. It was nice to feel beautiful, and it was especially easy with Brian beside you. His hair lit up under the multicoloured lights like a tall beacon. He drew the eye, looked the part, and kept a possessive hand around your wrist.

You settled in the corner, where the pulsing mass of bodies was a little sparser. The room was hot, the music was loud, and your pulse hammered in your neck. The pounding of the base went through to your bones and your pussy.

Your hands reached out to Brian’s waist, rubbing as you moved your hips in time. You surged with the beat of the music, trying to bring his stationary form into your movements. He started rocking beneath your hands, and you were pleased. The slightest sway of his serpentine hips drove you crazy.

You smiled up at your lover, ignoring the strain in your neck that his proximity necessitated. You found that he was looking at you much the same, staring down with those deep, dark eyes that spun your insides. The lights still glistened in his hair. The sharp contrasts highlighted his regal features, the wanting purse of his full lips. He was glorious, and he was yours.

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” You had to yell over the music.

Brian grinned and shook his head, making his curls float in a dazzling display of colours. “Not with you it’s not.” He looked so cute, bobbing awkwardly to the song. “Though I’m sure I look a fool.”

“No you don’t - don’t be silly. You look very handsome. Trust me.”

He stuck his tongue out at your exaggerated tone and pulled you a bit closer. Your front was stuck to his, which made dancing a little more difficult, but everyone could see who you belonged to. The hardness was still in the front of his trousers, pressing eagerly into your stomach. The height difference presented his lust so wonderfully close to your senses. It showed what you did to him.

“You say that, but people are staring at me.”

Brian’s words caused a little tingle in your core. Your own gaze flicked around the room, taking in the various pairs of eyes that looked away as soon as you made contact.

“Of course they are,” you replied. “Surely you’re used to the attention at this point?”

“I’m not sure it’s quite the same thing. At least I hope not.”

Brian was right, it wouldn’t be good to be recognized in this situation. You were both dancing around it – literally – but you knew what everyone was staring at. He was old enough to stand out at this type of establishment, especially with the way he commanded attention. The sight of you in his arms was immediately pushing boundaries. Your relationship was kinky even at first glance, before they could see your lingerie and collar.

You looked up to his unreadable face. “Well... you said you wanted to show me off tonight. I’d love nothing more. Let them watch.” The slightest flare of his nostrils gave him away, igniting a fire between your legs. “Please Bri, show them who I belong to.”

The pressure on your waist increased, and a big hand came down to squeeze the bare curve of your ass. Brian groaned loud enough for you to hear over the music. He leaned down to meet your face, and his nose pressed sloppily against your skin until he found the right angle. He bit your lips, caressed your tongue. He consumed you on the dancefloor for everyone to see how much you fucking loved it.

You weren’t even aware that your bodies had stopped dancing, until the song changed to one more familiar, and you both pulled away chuckling. You stared into his beautiful eyes as the first notes of ‘Body Language’ filled the room.

Brian rolled his eyes. “At least this bloody song still gets some airtime somewhere.”

God, you loved him.

You danced, tight in his arms, so wrapped in the feel of each other that it was like sex with clothes on. You looked damn good together, and everyone in the club could see: your cheek, pressed snug into the open skin of his strong chest.

Chapter 132: The Club: 2

Notes:

Hi again all. Hope you're still enjoying the story!

Writing lets me escape the lows of real life for a moment. It's helpful to have a fantasy, right?

Daddy kink warning. I'll post the alternate tomorrow.

When a thin layer of sweat covered your brow and your feet were sore in your heels, you and Brian decided to stop dancing. You’d put all your skills to good use: teasing, titillating, and showing off for Bri. The loopy smile that lived on his face as he watched you made your heart happy, especially combined with his little shuffle. He’d enjoyed the dancefloor, surprising himself, and thanked you for suggesting it. His hooded eyes gave away why he enjoyed it so much. You loved how his gaze lingered on all your curves.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him either. So tall, handsome. His features were truly a work of art. He was so much more than beautiful. Every detail – from the tapered lengths of his spidery fingers, to the regal slant of his nose – was enchanting, consuming and otherworldly. It was at times like this that you couldn’t believe he was here with you.

Brian told you he would get another round of drinks, and you took the opportunity to go to the washroom. He kissed you a brief goodbye without fearing who would see, and the butterflies were giddy in your stomach the whole time you weaved through various bodies to reach your destination. Anonymous eyes followed your mostly naked form. Without Brian, you felt rather exposed, but the happy buzz stuck enough that you didn’t think about it.

You finished your business in the bathroom and checked your appearance briefly in the mirror afterwards. Brian had ruined most of your lipstick, which made you grin, so you fixed your make-up as much as possible with your hands. One advantage your lingerie didn’t have was pockets.

Your eyes surveyed the other women in the room, admiring their various outfits. Some were clearly more dominant, some submissive. Some were dressed as something specific, others just in stunning dresses. You looked back at yourself in the mirror, for once satisfied. You weren’t out of place here... you looked good. Especially with Brian’s lovely collar around your neck, the buckle glistening. You were pretty enough – desired enough - to be claimed. And it was Brian who made you feel this way.

He was nowhere to be seen when you exited the restroom. You scanned the crowd, for surely his lovely hair and tall stature would be easy to spot, but you found nothing. He wasn’t at your table either – only Adam and his new friend. Curious, you made your way over towards the bar where, presumably, Bri would be getting the drinks from.

It wasn’t long that you loitered around that area, before a man approached you. He was a little taller than you in your heels, around your age... classically handsome. He had a rugged jaw and piercing blue eyes that you were sure made the ladies swoon. The confident set of his shoulders led you to believe he knew it too. He sidled up kindly, glancing at your collar with a small smile.

“Hi there, are you waiting for a drink?” He had to shout over the music, but he was polite and unassuming.

“Kinda,” you laughed, gesturing to the mass of people around the bar. You still didn’t know where Brian had gone off to, so you thought you might grab the drinks for him instead.

The stranger smiled. “Could I buy yours for you?”

He really was sweet, and two months ago you would have taken him up on it immediately. But it was the furthest thing from your mind at the moment. “Oh! Sorry... no thanks.”

You were about to explain that you were here with someone, when he spoke again.

“Why not?” He looked again at your collar and outfit. “From the looks of it we’re into the same type of fun. I could show you a good time, you know. Give you what a good girl deserves.”

He came on a little heavy for your liking, and your stomach dropped unpleasantly. But this WAS a sex club, and you knew what most people were here for. It wasn’t his fault that his voice didn’t melt your insides like Brian’s did.

“I’m flattered, truly. But I’m here with someone already.”

He seemed disappointed, which, truth be told, did boost your ego a bit, but he didn’t press further. He simply looked you up and down again, shaking his head. “And he’s left a girl like you all alone at the bar?”

You tried to fight the frown that wanted to form. Where was Brian anyways? He’d said he’d meet you, and instead he’d disappeared. Still... you quickly defended his actions to the other man.

“I just lost track of him somewhere.”

“...Sure, sure.”

His blue eyes looked at you, like you were too innocent and oblivious for your own good. It was starting to rub you the wrong way.

“Look, I didn’t really ask for your opinion. I’m flattered by your offer but I won’t be taking you up on it.”

As the seconds ticked by, and the man didn’t leave, you grew nervous about the possibility of Brian seeing you with someone else. Even though you knew you weren’t doing anything wrong. Your thoughts flashed back to the pool, to the parking lot back in Dallas. You didn’t want to give him any reason to feel insecure.

The man beside you didn’t seem to have any such problems with insecurity. “I can wait with you for a while,” he said. “I’m Stuart by the way.”

You didn’t know how to extract yourself from the situation without being rude. He- Stuart, apparently- really hadn’t done anything wrong. He probably thought he was being gallant. He didn’t know who you were here with, and that you certainly weren’t in any kind of trouble.

You WOULD be in trouble, however, if Brian saw you chatting. More nervousness bubbled in your gut. “I’m Y/N. But please, you don’t have to stay.”

“It’s no trouble. Maybe we can get to know each other, and I’ll see you around again?”

“I doubt it. I’m not from Florida.”

“Oh yeah?”

The guy didn’t get it. He clearly wasn’t used to being dismissed so quickly. You let out a slow breath.

“Stuart, you seem nice, okay? But you’re really making it hard for me to be polite. I can’t stay with you. I don’t WANT you to stay with me. My... partner... will be back soon, I’m sure.”

You wanted to say ‘You should get the hell out of here if you don’t want to cause a scene’, but your desire to preserve Brian’s reputation stopped you.

Stuart looked at you strangely, a slight downturn to his lips. “He won’t even let you have a conversation?”

You wanted to ignore his words, but they settled in an unpleasant place inside you. You hated what you’d made it look like. Sure... Brian was possessive, but he wasn’t unreasonable. Right? Not when you knew why. When you knew how it hurt him.

“That’s not why. He’s just...” You were in the middle of trying to defend your relationship to this nobody, unable to let it go for some reason, when you spotted a shock of white curls emerging from behind the bar, nodding a thank you to the bartender. He had what you assumed was a special bottle of liquor in his hand. Your throat went dry. He, of course, hadn’t left you. He was going above and beyond like always. Your heart clenched.

You didn’t quite realize that you’d stopped talking until Stuart’s face grew confused. Immediately you glanced away from Brian, hoping the younger man wouldn’t notice where you’d been looking. You couldn't even remember your train of thought. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve got to go.”

You couldn’t resist another quick look at Brian, who was scanning the area for your form. Your nerves forced your eye, and, all at once, you knew you’d made a mistake. His eyes flicked to yours; your blood ran cold and hot at the same time. Fuck.

“Okay...” Stuart said, curious of your preoccupation, “...Well... I just think a girl like you deserves something special.”

God, if he only knew. How special Brian made you feel. How perfect and wonderful he was. How much you could be fucking all that up right now.

“I do have something special,” you told him. It was almost a whisper amidst the loud music. You could sense your lover moving your way.

Brian walked up behind you then, putting a possessive arm immediately on your shoulder. His fingers were warm. His voice contained the edge you knew it would- wary, and angry, at the sight of Stuart.

“Hi sweetheart. Are you okay?”

Your stomach was a mess of shame and yearning. Brian could sense your nerves, but probably for the wrong reasons. “Of course.”

Hazel eyes pierced Stuart’s blue ones. Brian's voice was flat. “Who is this?”

The young man looked back and forth between you and Brian, eyes suddenly wide, confused, and the slightest bit disapproving. “I’m Stuart. Just met Y/N standing here... all alone.”

It was an accusation, and Brian didn’t like it. His fingers tightened on your shoulders; his front pressed up directly to your behind. It was a clear gesture of possession, even if it was unconscious.

“She’s not alone.”

Brian’s glare would melt a lesser man. He was not used to being contradicted. Your pulse quickened further.

“I told him that,” you blurted. It was shameful, perhaps, but you needed Brian to know. You’d tried to avoid all this.

But Stuart, again, couldn’t let it lie. “Who are you?”

A dark gaze stared down the younger man beneath white curls. He forced a smile, but the flash of teeth looked much more like a grimace.

“Brian.”

He stood straight, imposing. Like that was all that needed to be said. Daring the other man to question him.

Unfortunately, Stuart took the bait.

“So... what? You’re together?” He voiced the word like there was something wrong with it.

“Yes.”

Brian’s tone remained firm. Your heart fluttered to hear him say it. There was a war of feelings deep inside you: embarrassment of being fought over like some object, shame for not dismissing Stuart earlier, fondness for the fact Brian was protecting you, and lust for the way he was doing it.

Stuart’s blue eyes looked over to you for confirmation; you nodded.

The young man let out a slow breath. You almost felt bad for him... until he chortled and shook his head. “Alright, I get it. I may have been wrong earlier Y/N. I don’t think I’m your... type... after all.”

Your frustration got the better of you. He was giving Brian the wrong impression.

“I asked you to leave multiple times,” you said.

Stuart shrugged. “I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

Immediately, Brian shook his head at the ridiculousness of what he’d just heard. He rolled his eyes- fed up with the man’s hero act as much as you were. “I promise you, she’s very safe with me.” He gave the man a pointed look, but his eyes softened as they met yours. “I take good care of her.” His smile filled you with love.

Stuart snorted unkindly, just audible over the music, and disrupted the tender moment. “I’m shocked you still can.” The meaning was evident in his voice.

It was a hurtful thing to say, especially to Brian, who struggled so much with how he was perceived. You could tell it hit home by the way Brian bristled behind you. He put on an unaffected mask, but he held you stiffly. The sneer he gave Stuart looked wrong on his kind face.

“We’re going,” he said, gruff. The hands on your shoulders pulled you off balance slightly, urging you to leave. Brian had a long fuse, but, when pressed, he blew up rather quickly. Especially when he felt uncomfortable.

Your mind was scattered for a moment, unable to process everything that was going on, and unable to step properly while unbalanced. You hesitated for only small seconds, but it was too long for Brian.

“Y/N, COME.”

He basically barked the order, pulling you along with him without the strength of your own feet. It was sharply embarrassing. It made your pussy drip.

Stuart called towards Brian. “Hey buddy, there’s a time and a place y’know?” Like he was a perfect gentleman.

Your lover tried to ignore him, gathering your unsteady heeled form beside him. But he couldn’t. “FUCK off,” he spat between clenched teeth. You were sure it only reached your ears.

You felt badly. No wonder Brian’s hackles were raised. You wanted to make sure he knew he was the only man you desired. That you were just in the wrong place in the wrong time... That you were insecure alone without him, unable to get away politely. You needed Brian to know that you’d wished he was there for every second of that conversation.

“Hey, Bri,” you reached out towards him slowly, raising your hand up to his cheek. “It’s okay. You know I love you...” his beautiful hazel eyes drew you in, and you needed to belong, “...right Daddy?”

Brian’s pupils grew and his eyes widened. You wanted to kiss him more than anything in your life. Here, in front of Stuart. Proving some point that you were together, unashamed. You loved every bit of him: every wrinkle, every scar.

It took only the slightest tilt of your head for Brian to finish your thought. Your passion always moved as one.

He pulled your slim waist against his front with one big hand, and cupped under your chin with the other. His touch was electric, shooting down your spine- so brazen, with your watching audience. When Brian’s tongue parted your lips and you groaned into his mouth, it was more potent than any ‘fuck you’ you could have shouted at Stuart.

You thrust your hands eagerly into his open shirt, touching every bit of delicious skin you could reach. In the club you were finally free from restraint and decorum. You wanted to show how much you desired your man. Because, damn it, he was sexy and kinky and you loved him.

Especially when Stuart made a noise of displeasure, and shuffled away. You and Brian pulled away, mingling breaths and rubbing noses as you chortled together. You gave him a few more eager nips, bouncing up to kiss underneath his chin. The shame and nervousness were gone from your gut, replaced with something warmer.

“I’m sorry Bri,” was all you could say, after the moment. With his fingers digging into your flesh and his large form pressed up against you.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” Brian’s voice was soft again, but it retained an edge, unable yet to fully calm down from the confrontation. “You’re a beautiful woman, too kind for your own good. It’s that prick who should apologize.”

Stuart wasn’t acting much like a prick at the beginning, but you rather agreed with Brian. You were glad he was gone. “I just want you know I wasn’t flirting or anything.”

God, it sounded so juvenile. But you felt like it mattered to Brian.

“I know baby.” He leaned down to whisper hot breath in your ear. “You’ve been nothing but a good girl tonight.”

Then, him standing back up, he placed a lingering finger under the strap of your bra. He teased your skin for a moment, and then you heard something a little rougher, under his breath. “How dare he touch what’s mine.”

It was playful, and it was suggestive of what was to come. Brian fell easily back into his dominant role. He spoke the words directly to your feminine core.

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit his primal possessiveness melted your insides. His need to own you clawed at your heart and tore open your chest, leaving you bare and vulnerable to his desires. You wanted to be his and only his. For him to eat his fill and be satisfied by the fact that you gave every single piece of yourself willingly.

“You can show him who I belong to.”

The words left your lips before you rethought them. Brian stilled your movements. You understood then, that he knew you’d heard him, and that he knew you wanted it.

“...Yeah?” His voice cracked slightly, until he cleared it to a deep rumble. “Would you like that? For me to fuck you here? To take my cock where everyone can see?”

“Yes.” You could feel your heart pounding through your chest. “I want them to know how good YOU make me feel, Daddy.”

The groan that left Brian’s chest vibrated right through you. You loved how perfectly the primal parts of yourselves matched each other. He brought out feelings inside you that good girls shouldn’t have. Your presence made him bold, confident and shamefully dirty. Tonight, you were in the right place to give into your desires.

“Fucking hell baby,” he moaned, “We haven’t even got a feel of the place yet and you’re already tempting me FAR too much.”

You smirked. “Sorry Daddy.”

You weren’t.

Staring hard at your snark, Brian’s cheek twitched with restraint. His hand thrust between your legs before you could react. You were pinned, standing high on your toes, with his fingers curling dangerously against your cunt, where everyone could see. You were frozen at his mercy, dripping in your lingerie.

“Careful… little girl. Daddy’s worked up quite the appetite. You know I get... jealous.” Brian’s words made you tremble with pleasure. “You don’t want to get yourself into any more trouble. BEHAVE- for a few more minutes. I’ve brought us another drink.”

He held up the crystal bottle in his free hand, still claiming your core with the other. Your pussy was his. He would take it when he wanted. You just weren’t sure you could last that long.

“Please... I want you. I can’t wait.”

It was Brian’s turn to smirk. “I see.” He dropped his hand from where you needed it most, tutting. “What a desperate little slut I’ve made. I’ll give you what you need... but you’ve earned yourself a turn in one of those lovely rooms later.” Your stomach dropped.

Without a word, he pulled out something long and slender from his pocket. Your leash. You swallowed the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. This was what you wanted. Now there would be no question that you weren’t alone. No more men chatting you up at the bar. Brian gently latched the leash onto your collar, and you felt safe.

You belonged to him. He would take good care of you tonight.

“Thank you Daddy.”

It just felt right to say it. It was like a weight had lifted from your shoulders. No more guilt, no more burden. You were in an unfamiliar place full of strangers, but you were used to this.

Brian just smiled, nodding his head. His eyes still burned with fire.

With Stuart gone from the bar, he pulled up the newly freed chair and directed you to sit beside him. He kept you close and slotted one long thigh between your knees so you had to face his bigger body. The leash remained across his lap. He easily grabbed the attention of the bartender, who he’d made acquaintances with earlier, and procured two glasses. You were caught almost in a trance as he poured the liquor in silence. It was infuriating how controlled he looked. You were squirming on your seat.

Finally, he set the bottle down and looked at you again. “It’s rum. And a damn good one too.” He pushed one of the glasses along the bar towards you. “I want you to try it.”

He looked at you with that expression. Like he owned you. Like he was making the decisions from now on, and you didn’t have to worry about anything.

“Yes Sir.”

He watched as you lifted the tumbler to your lips. It sat smooth in your mouth and burned down your throat, leaving your insides tingling with heat. You had to resist a shudder at the strength of it. Looking at the man across from you, it seemed to match perfectly. The rum was elegant. Powerful.

Your voice was scratchy, inexperienced. “It’s strong.”

Brian chuckled and sipped his own casually. “I guess so.” His eyes were as black as you’d seen them. His hair shone in the light.

When you raised your glass to take another drink, Brian placed his hand back between your legs. Your heart immediately picked up speed. You tried to focus on the taste of the rum as his warm hand melted your insides in a similar fashion. You were seated in the open, at the bar. Brian pushed the material of your thong aside at the same time his other hand wrapped around his drink.

“Remember your safewords.” He took another mouthful, staring into space.

You did remember them. But when Brian’s fingers slid into your soaked quim, playing the tune they knew so well, the strange bodies around you didn’t matter. Let them see.

You needed nothing but Brian. He would keep you safe.

“Green.”

Notes:

Hehe- sorry! You know I'm naughty with the cliffhangers, especially in multi-part chapters like this :)

Chapter 133: The Club: 2 (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as previous chapter without the Daddy kink :)

When a thin layer of sweat covered your brow and your feet were sore in your heels, you and Brian decided to stop dancing. You’d put all your skills to good use: teasing, titillating, and showing off for Bri. The loopy smile that lived on his face as he watched you made your heart happy, especially combined with his little shuffle. He’d enjoyed the dancefloor, surprising himself, and thanked you for suggesting it. His hooded eyes gave away why he enjoyed it so much. You loved how his gaze lingered on all your curves.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him either. So tall, handsome. His features were truly a work of art. He was so much more than beautiful. Every detail – from the tapered lengths of his spidery fingers, to the regal slant of his nose – was enchanting, consuming and otherworldly. It was at times like this that you couldn’t believe he was here with you.

Brian told you he would get another round of drinks, and you took the opportunity to go to the washroom. He kissed you a brief goodbye without fearing who would see, and the butterflies were giddy in your stomach the whole time you weaved through various bodies to reach your destination. Anonymous eyes followed your mostly naked form. Without Brian, you felt rather exposed, but the happy buzz stuck enough that you didn’t think about it.

You finished your business in the bathroom and checked your appearance briefly in the mirror afterwards. Brian had ruined most of your lipstick, which made you grin, so you fixed your make-up as much as possible with your hands. One advantage your lingerie didn’t have was pockets.

Your eyes surveyed the other women in the room, admiring their various outfits. Some were clearly more dominant, some submissive. Some were dressed as something specific, others just in stunning dresses. You looked back at yourself in the mirror, for once satisfied. You weren’t out of place here... you looked good. Especially with Brian’s lovely collar around your neck, the buckle glistening. You were pretty enough – desired enough - to be claimed. And it was Brian who made you feel this way.

He was nowhere to be seen when you exited the restroom. You scanned the crowd, for surely his lovely hair and tall stature would be easy to spot, but you found nothing. He wasn’t at your table either – only Adam and his new friend. Curious, you made your way over towards the bar where, presumably, Bri would be getting the drinks from.

It wasn’t long that you loitered around that area, before a man approached you. He was a little taller than you in your heels, around your age... classically handsome. He had a rugged jaw and piercing blue eyes that you were sure made the ladies swoon. The confident set of his shoulders led you to believe he knew it too. He sidled up kindly, glancing at your collar with a small smile.

“Hi there, are you waiting for a drink?” He had to shout over the music, but he was polite and unassuming.

“Kinda,” you laughed, gesturing to the mass of people around the bar. You still didn’t know where Brian had gone off to, so you thought you might grab the drinks for him instead.

The stranger smiled. “Could I buy yours for you?”

He really was sweet, and two months ago you would have taken him up on it immediately. But it was the furthest thing from your mind at the moment. “Oh! Sorry... no thanks.”

You were about to explain that you were here with someone, when he spoke again.

“Why not?” He looked again at your collar and outfit. “From the looks of it we’re into the same type of fun. I could show you a good time, you know. Give you what a good girl deserves.”

He came on a little heavy for your liking, and your stomach dropped unpleasantly. But this WAS a sex club, and you knew what most people were here for. It wasn’t his fault that his voice didn’t melt your insides like Brian’s did.

“I’m flattered, truly. But I’m here with someone already.”

He seemed disappointed, which, truth be told, did boost your ego a bit, but he didn’t press further. He simply looked you up and down again, shaking his head. “And he’s left a girl like you all alone at the bar?”

You tried to fight the frown that wanted to form. Where was Brian anyways? He’d said he’d meet you, and instead he’d disappeared. Still... you quickly defended his actions to the other man.

“I just lost track of him somewhere.”

“...Sure, sure.”

His blue eyes looked at you, like you were too innocent and oblivious for your own good. It was starting to rub you the wrong way.

“Look, I didn’t really ask for your opinion. I’m flattered by your offer but I won’t be taking you up on it.”

As the seconds ticked by, and the man didn’t leave, you grew nervous about the possibility of Brian seeing you with someone else. Even though you knew you weren’t doing anything wrong. Your thoughts flashed back to the pool, to the parking lot back in Dallas. You didn’t want to give him any reason to feel insecure.

The man beside you didn’t seem to have any such problems with insecurity. “I can wait with you for a while,” he said. “I’m Stuart by the way.”

You didn’t know how to extract yourself from the situation without being rude. He- Stuart, apparently- really hadn’t done anything wrong. He probably thought he was being gallant. He didn’t know who you were here with, and that you certainly weren’t in any kind of trouble.

You WOULD be in trouble, however, if Brian saw you chatting. More nervousness bubbled in your gut. “I’m Y/N. But please, you don’t have to stay.”

“It’s no trouble. Maybe we can get to know each other, and I’ll see you around again?”

“I doubt it. I’m not from Florida.”

“Oh yeah?”

The guy didn’t get it. He clearly wasn’t used to being dismissed so quickly. You let out a slow breath.

“Stuart, you seem nice, okay? But you’re really making it hard for me to be polite. I can’t stay with you. I don’t WANT you to stay with me. My... partner... will be back soon, I’m sure.”

You wanted to say ‘You should get the hell out of here if you don’t want to cause a scene’, but your desire to preserve Brian’s reputation stopped you.

Stuart looked at you strangely, a slight downturn to his lips. “He won’t even let you have a conversation?”

You wanted to ignore his words, but they settled in an unpleasant place inside you. You hated what you’d made it look like. Sure... Brian was possessive, but he wasn’t unreasonable. Right? Not when you knew why. When you knew how it hurt him.

“That’s not why. He’s just...” You were in the middle of trying to defend your relationship to this nobody, unable to let it go for some reason, when you spotted a shock of white curls emerging from behind the bar, nodding a thank you to the bartender. He had what you assumed was a special bottle of liquor in his hand. Your throat went dry. He, of course, hadn’t left you. He was going above and beyond like always. Your heart clenched.

You didn’t quite realize that you’d stopped talking until Stuart’s face grew confused. Immediately you glanced away from Brian, hoping the younger man wouldn’t notice where you’d been looking. You couldn't even remember your train of thought. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve got to go.”

You couldn’t resist another quick look at Brian, who was scanning the area for your form. Your nerves forced your eye, and, all at once, you knew you’d made a mistake. His eyes flicked to yours; your blood ran cold and hot at the same time. Fuck.

“Okay...” Stuart said, curious of your preoccupation, “...Well... I just think a girl like you deserves something special.”

God, if he only knew. How special Brian made you feel. How perfect and wonderful he was. How much you could be fucking all that up right now.

“I do have something special,” you told him. It was almost a whisper amidst the loud music. You could sense your lover moving your way.

Brian walked up behind you then, putting a possessive arm immediately on your shoulder. His fingers were warm. His voice contained the edge you knew it would- wary, and angry, at the sight of Stuart.

“Hi sweetheart. Are you okay?”

Your stomach was a mess of shame and yearning. Brian could sense your nerves, but probably for the wrong reasons. “Of course.”

Hazel eyes pierced Stuart’s blue ones. Brian's voice was flat. “Who is this?”

The young man looked back and forth between you and Brian, eyes suddenly wide, confused, and the slightest bit disapproving. “I’m Stuart. Just met Y/N standing here... all alone.”

It was an accusation, and Brian didn’t like it. His fingers tightened on your shoulders; his front pressed up directly to your behind. It was a clear gesture of possession, even if it was unconscious.

“She’s not alone.”

Brian’s glare would melt a lesser man. He was not used to being contradicted. Your pulse quickened further.

“I told him that,” you blurted. It was shameful, perhaps, but you needed Brian to know. You’d tried to avoid all this.

But Stuart, again, couldn’t let it lie. “Who are you?”

A dark gaze stared down the younger man beneath white curls. He forced a smile, but the flash of teeth looked much more like a grimace.

“Brian.”

He stood straight, imposing. Like that was all that needed to be said. Daring the other man to question him.

Unfortunately, Stuart took the bait.

“So... what? You’re together?” He voiced the word like there was something wrong with it.

“Yes.”

Brian’s tone remained firm. Your heart fluttered to hear him say it. There was a war of feelings deep inside you: embarrassment of being fought over like some object, shame for not dismissing Stuart earlier, fondness for the fact Brian was protecting you, and lust for the way he was doing it.

Stuart’s blue eyes looked over to you for confirmation; you nodded.

The young man let out a slow breath. You almost felt bad for him... until he chortled and shook his head. “Alright, I get it. I may have been wrong earlier Y/N. I don’t think I’m your... type... after all.”

Your frustration got the better of you. He was giving Brian the wrong impression.

“I asked you to leave multiple times,” you said.

Stuart shrugged. “I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

Immediately, Brian shook his head at the ridiculousness of what he’d just heard. He rolled his eyes- fed up with the man’s hero act as much as you were. “I promise you, she’s very safe with me.” He gave the man a pointed look, but his eyes softened as they met yours. “I take good care of her.” His smile filled you with love.

Stuart snorted unkindly, just audible over the music, and disrupted the tender moment. “I’m shocked you still can.” The meaning was evident in his voice.

It was a hurtful thing to say, especially to Brian, who struggled so much with how he was perceived. You could tell it hit home by the way Brian bristled behind you. He put on an unaffected mask, but he held you stiffly. The sneer he gave Stuart looked wrong on his kind face.

“We’re going,” he said, gruff. The hands on your shoulders pulled you off balance slightly, urging you to leave. Brian had a long fuse, but, when pressed, he blew up rather quickly. Especially when he felt uncomfortable.

Your mind was scattered for a moment, unable to process everything that was going on, and unable to step properly while unbalanced. You hesitated for only small seconds, but it was too long for Brian.

“Y/N, COME.”

He basically barked the order, pulling you along with him without the strength of your own feet. It was sharply embarrassing. It made your pussy drip.

Stuart called towards Brian. “Hey buddy, there’s a time and a place y’know?” Like he was a perfect gentleman.

Your lover tried to ignore him, gathering your unsteady heeled form beside him. But he couldn’t. “FUCK off,” he spat between clenched teeth. You were sure it only reached your ears.

You felt badly. No wonder Brian’s hackles were raised. You wanted to make sure he knew he was the only man you desired. That you were just in the wrong place in the wrong time... That you were insecure alone without him, unable to get away politely. You needed Brian to know that you’d wished he was there for every second of that conversation.

“Hey, Bri,” you reached out towards him slowly, raising your hand up to his cheek. “It’s okay. You know I love you...” his beautiful hazel eyes drew you in, and you needed to belong, “...right Sir?”

Brian’s pupils grew and his eyes widened. You wanted to kiss him more than anything in your life. Here, in front of Stuart. Proving some point that you were together, unashamed. You loved every bit of him: every wrinkle, every scar.

It took only the slightest tilt of your head for Brian to finish your thought. Your passion always moved as one.

He pulled your slim waist against his front with one big hand, and cupped under your chin with the other. His touch was electric, shooting down your spine- so brazen, with your watching audience. When Brian’s tongue parted your lips and you groaned into his mouth, it was more potent than any ‘fuck you’ you could have shouted at Stuart.

You thrust your hands eagerly into his open shirt, touching every bit of delicious skin you could reach. In the club you were finally free from restraint and decorum. You wanted to show how much you desired your man. Because, damn it, he was sexy and kinky and you loved him.

Especially when Stuart made a noise of displeasure, and shuffled away. You and Brian pulled away, mingling breaths and rubbing noses as you chortled together. You gave him a few more eager nips, bouncing up to kiss underneath his chin. The shame and nervousness were gone from your gut, replaced with something warmer.

“I’m sorry Bri,” was all you could say, after the moment. With his fingers digging into your flesh and his large form pressed up against you.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” Brian’s voice was soft again, but it retained an edge, unable yet to fully calm down from the confrontation. “You’re a beautiful woman, too kind for your own good. It’s that prick who should apologize.”

Stuart wasn’t acting much like a prick at the beginning, but you rather agreed with Brian. You were glad he was gone. “I just want you know I wasn’t flirting or anything.”

God, it sounded so juvenile. But you felt like it mattered to Brian.

“I know baby.” He leaned down to whisper hot breath in your ear. “You’ve been nothing but a good girl tonight.”

Then, him standing back up, he placed a lingering finger under the strap of your bra. He teased your skin for a moment, and then you heard something a little rougher, under his breath. “How dare he touch what’s mine.”

It was playful, and it was suggestive of what was to come. Brian fell easily back into his dominant role. He spoke the words directly to your feminine core.

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit his primal possessiveness melted your insides. His need to own you clawed at your heart and tore open your chest, leaving you bare and vulnerable to his desires. You wanted to be his and only his. For him to eat his fill and be satisfied by the fact that you gave every single piece of yourself willingly.

“You can show him who I belong to.”

The words left your lips before you rethought them. Brian stilled your movements. You understood then, that he knew you’d heard him, and that he knew you wanted it.

“...Yeah?” His voice cracked slightly, until he cleared it to a deep rumble. “Would you like that? For me to fuck you here? To take my cock where everyone can see?”

“Yes.” You could feel your heart pounding through your chest. “I want them to know how good YOU make me feel.”

The groan that left Brian’s chest vibrated right through you. You loved how perfectly the primal parts of yourselves matched each other. He brought out feelings inside you that good girls shouldn’t have. Your presence made him bold, confident and shamefully dirty. Tonight, you were in the right place to give into your desires.

“Fucking hell baby,” he moaned, “We haven’t even got a feel of the place yet and you’re already tempting me FAR too much.”

You smirked. “Sorry Sir.”

You weren’t.

Staring hard at your snark, Brian’s cheek twitched with restraint. His hand thrust between your legs before you could react. You were pinned, standing high on your toes, with his fingers curling dangerously against your cunt, where everyone could see. You were frozen at his mercy, dripping in your lingerie.

“Careful… little girl. I've worked up quite the appetite. You know I get... jealous.” Brian’s words made you tremble with pleasure. “You don’t want to get yourself into any more trouble. BEHAVE- for a few more minutes. I’ve brought us another drink.”

He held up the crystal bottle in his free hand, still claiming your core with the other. Your pussy was his. He would take it when he wanted. You just weren’t sure you could last that long.

“Please... I want you. I can’t wait.”

It was Brian’s turn to smirk. “I see.” He dropped his hand from where you needed it most, tutting. “What a desperate little slut I’ve made. I’ll give you what you need... but you’ve earned yourself a turn in one of those lovely rooms later.” Your stomach dropped.

Without a word, he pulled out something long and slender from his pocket. Your leash. You swallowed the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. This was what you wanted. Now there would be no question that you weren’t alone. No more men chatting you up at the bar. Brian gently latched the leash onto your collar, and you felt safe.

You belonged to him. He would take good care of you tonight.

“Thank you Bri.”

It just felt right to say it. It was like a weight had lifted from your shoulders. No more guilt, no more burden. You were in an unfamiliar place full of strangers, but you were used to this.

Brian just smiled, nodding his head. His eyes still burned with fire.

With Stuart gone from the bar, he pulled up the newly freed chair and directed you to sit beside him. He kept you close and slotted one long thigh between your knees so you had to face his bigger body. The leash remained across his lap. He easily grabbed the attention of the bartender, who he’d made acquaintances with earlier, and procured two glasses. You were caught almost in a trance as he poured the liquor in silence. It was infuriating how controlled he looked. You were squirming on your seat.

Finally, he set the bottle down and looked at you again. “It’s rum. And a damn good one too.” He pushed one of the glasses along the bar towards you. “I want you to try it.”

He looked at you with that expression. Like he owned you. Like he was making the decisions from now on, and you didn’t have to worry about anything.

“Yes Sir.”

He watched as you lifted the tumbler to your lips. It sat smooth in your mouth and burned down your throat, leaving your insides tingling with heat. You had to resist a shudder at the strength of it. Looking at the man across from you, it seemed to match perfectly. The rum was elegant. Powerful.

Your voice was scratchy, inexperienced. “It’s strong.”

Brian chuckled and sipped his own casually. “I guess so.” His eyes were as black as you’d seen them. His hair shone in the light.

When you raised your glass to take another drink, Brian placed his hand back between your legs. Your heart immediately picked up speed. You tried to focus on the taste of the rum as his warm hand melted your insides in a similar fashion. You were seated in the open, at the bar. Brian pushed the material of your thong aside at the same time his other hand wrapped around his drink.

“Remember your safewords.” He took another mouthful, staring into space.

You did remember them. But when Brian’s fingers slid into your soaked quim, playing the tune they knew so well, the strange bodies around you didn’t matter. Let them see.

You needed nothing but Brian. He would keep you safe.

“Green.”

Chapter 134: The Club: 3

Notes:

Hello all! Sorry it's been so long! Life gets in the way sometimes!

Daddy kink warning.

Your free hand gripped the bar hard enough to turn your knuckles white. It was the only thing keeping you upright as Brian’s strong fingers teased their way around your wetness. You stifled a moan as he brushed your clit. He was driving you crazy, but, instinctually, your legs opened further to give him room.

“Please Daddy,” you begged in a whisper, unsure if you wanted others to hear or not. You had been baited so long already, and you couldn’t bear Brian tease you through this as well. Not when you sat so vulnerable at the bar.

The movements of the air pricked at your wide eyes; your heart hammered. Your gaze flicked to each and every person in sight, scanning for those that could be watching- seeing you in such a pathetic state. Brian’s fingers continued their work.

“Y/N,” he said, pulling you out of your spinning thoughts. “Don’t worry about anything else. Focus on me.” His stiff lip line told you to obey; his soft hazel eyes explained why.

Brian was here, and you were safe. You let him take your worries. A deep breath left your rigid shoulders. More slick leaked out to meet his hand.

“There’s a good girl.”

Brian’s perfect mouth stretched into your favourite smirk. He looked away even as his thumb found your sensitive bud once more, taking another sip of his rum. He reveled in the way you gave yourself to him. How you trusted him. He enjoyed his drink, and his baby girl.

His whitening eyebrows bounced at you when he drank, hinting for you to do the same. You couldn’t be too obvious what you were doing. And, as the burning trail of the rum warmed your insides, you realized there was another thrill to the act. You were sat on the stool with Brian’s hand between your legs. Like it was casual. Like it was normal. He had no shame in wanting you, and you were happy to be his.

Brian saw the way your eyes darkened as you realized the erotic situation he’d created. He winked, and pressed harder against your sex. “Feels good?”

You could barely stay on your seat as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. It was too hard to focus, and a moan slipped out unwillingly. Brian chuckled, and you nodded.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

His deep voice burned as much as the alcohol. There was no doubt- Brian was masterfully seductive- and the hint of smugness slithered straight to your sex. You loved your man when he was proud and cocksure. It gave you a potent, wicked pleasure to stroke his ego.

With such thoughts swirling through your head, in the position you were, with those fingers rubbing your clit, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. The room seemed to dull as the tightening sensation between your legs grew. Desire swirled inside you; your breath caught in your chest. Soon, you found yourself rocking against the stool. You were desperate for more pressure against Brian’s hand. You needed to tip over the edge of ecstasy.

“Look at me Y/N.”

Brian’s voice drew you out of the daze. It was raspy with lust and bright with enjoyment.

“Are you close?”

He asked like he already knew the answer. Your head nodded franticly.

The coiling pleasure between your legs was reaching its breaking point. You’d soaked the barstool and Brian’s hand with your lust, and the knowing glint in your favourite hazel eyes drove you further past the point of no return. One pointed canine peeked out from his lips to greet you. His tongue darted out to wet them.

“Ask nicely baby girl.”

You barely needed the reminder, vibrating with your impending orgasm. There was nothing in the world except you and Brian. Nothing to worry about, nothing to fear. For he was here. And he wanted you. He made you feel SO good.

“Please Daddy, may I come?”

The desperate sound of your own voice pushed you further to the edge. Brian leaned closer to you, propping his elbow up on the bar so that you were enveloped further within his presence. The steady stroking of his fingers somehow picked up speed. He monopolized all of your senses: played your body better than you could yourself.

“Yes darling, you may. Show Daddy what a good little girl you are.”

He knew you better than you knew yourself. Understood, by instinct, exactly what you needed to hear. What he needed to give you. You were two halves of a tangled mess: wrapped up in each other in ways no one could possibly understand.

“Ahh... ah... B- Briiiii..!”

The only sound from your throat was a garbled worship of his name, cried out with your head back as the walls of your cunt clenched around the tips of his fingers. A wave of ecstasy almost pushed you from your seat. It was a blessed relief: the bliss of letting go after hours of high nerves and endless teasing. Your climax ripped through your thighs and core in bursts of perfect pleasure. Yet still, your muscles fluttered around Brian’s hand, and you felt strangely empty. You were greedy; you yearned for the fullness of his cock inside you. To come without it left you hungry for more.

And Brian watched you come apart with dark, hooded eyes, like he knew giving you this would only tease you further. Your stomach flipped as you watched his nostrils flare at the sight and smell of you. After the last tremors from your core, he pulled his hand away. You missed his warmth between your legs immediately. The elastic of your thong snapped back into place, soaked.

“Good girl.”

Brian murmured the words you loved to hear. He savoured the sheen of your juices on his long fingers as he brought them up to eye-level, admiring what had happened with every movement. Again, you saw the deep breath he tried to hide. It sent a warm tingle down your spine. At this point, you knew how you gave him sustenance.

Especially when he finally popped his fingers into his mouth, savouring your taste just as he had the fine rum.

Your core clenched again, so soon after being spent. You wanted him to consume you. Whatever that meant.

Brian’s eyes closed when he tasted you, and a deep moan that rumbled across the bar. There was something truly powerful in the effect you had on him. He wanted you bad enough that it was dangerous, and a forbidden part of yourself wanted him to break you.

“Thank you Daddy.”

Hazel eyes snapped open, followed by a knowing smirk.

…

It was a few minutes before your heartrate slowed and the tight swirling inside you dulled. The smell of your own arousal coated the air, cut only by each swig of the rum as you drained your glass.

Brian sat beside you like he wasn’t guilty of taking you apart moments before. He loomed large beside you, even with his terrible posture: shoulders curling in towards his chest. Small tufts of white hair poked out of his open shirt. Glancing to your left, you could just see the fold of skin where his chest met his stomach through the angle of his neckline. Another clench tightened your sex. The swell of tummy hung over his belt.

Hazel eyes found yours again, watching you admire him. You were certain there were stars in your eyes. You’d never wanted to be with anyone more. To sit beside him, freely, was the greatest feeling on earth.

You shuffled your stool closer so that you were pressed up against him. Brian smiled.

“What?”

“Nothing Daddy,” your eyes roamed up and down his form, still holding a grin and enjoying the way his title rolled off your tongue, “I just love you.”

You loved him SO much. Every single bit of him.

Especially the toothy grin that grew at your words. Brian didn’t smile with his teeth often, but when he did you knew he truly meant it.

“Love ya too baby girl.”

You wrapped your bare legs around his as best you could, running your hands up and down his side occasionally as you finished your drinks. The heat of the alcohol now ran thickly through your blood. You felt like you were floating, giddy and happy beside Bri.

A few strands of curls hung down his back, looking so soft that your hand reached out to touch them. Brian didn’t seem to mind. He hummed, settled down beside you, and let you twirl his hair in your fingers as he drummed his own across your thigh. The shared familiarity was almost all-consuming. You both wanted nothing but to touch the other.

You looked around the bar as you played with Brian’s curls- eyes flicking from one couple to the next- until you found yourself locked into the blue eyes of Stuart. A sick feeling started to form in your gut immediately... until you noticed the weight of his gaze: watching your hand in Brian’s hair, and your leg wrapped around his. That gaze, you could recognize. Suddenly you were glad that your tipsy state let your affections run wild; you wanted Stuart to see just how much you adored Brian. You wanted everyone to see.

He made you happy.

Your hand moved up the back of his neck, threading between thick white locks. You gave him a light massage as you caressed him. The responding hum of approval was enough to spur you on. You loved to pamper Brian.

You especially enjoyed Stuart watching on, trying to hide his jealousy. His red face made you prouder than it should have; you weren’t behaving like you ought. But being able to be with Brian in public was making you giddy.

Eventually you trailed your hand down your lover’s broad back, over the softness of his pert bottom, and into the back pocket of his trousers. It was a move you’d never have attempted a week ago- a whim you’d have dismissed if not for Brian’s rum- but, when he tilted his head at you and smiled, you were mighty glad you did it.

“You’re so handsome.”

It came from your mouth unbidden, yet it was the truth. You beamed up at him, leaning against his wonderful big body.

Brian chuckled, accepting of the praise, and leaned in himself to give you a quick kiss.

“Methinks my lady is a bit tipsy.”

His eyes crinkled to show his mirth at the situation. Perhaps he was right, but you knew you were safe with Bri watching over you. You wiggled your fingers in his pocket.

“You gave me the rum.”

“...True.” Brian remained looking at your face, staring deep like he was trying to admire every detail. The warmth of his gaze was physical, flushing the tender skin of your neck. “Only the best for my girl.”

He was being sweet, enjoying the tender time together as much as you were, but you knew that he hadn’t forgotten what he’d said earlier. He’d given you what you begged for, and, because you couldn’t wait, you were due for a turn in one of the rooms in the hallway. The thought made your stomach curl in on itself: full of nerves and excitement.

You glanced over in the direction of the mysterious doors, watching various people enter and leave the area, dressed in all manner of costumes. The sight of a young man in handcuffs, being led by his stoic partner, was only a hint at the fun that could be had at the club.

Brian watched your eyes and smirked. “We’ll stay here a bit longer - let the drinks sit a while. The night’s still young.” His low voice pulled your attention back to him. “But don’t think I’ve forgotten. You’ve earned yourself a nice punishment baby. You couldn’t wait to come, could you?”

You swallowed, eyes suddenly wide. “No...”

“You were impatient.”

“I-”

“You knew what you were getting into Y/N, don’t pretend.” Brian grinned wide, with those dark, predatory eyes you loved so much. “Don’t you want Daddy to punish you?”

His gaze pierced your skin, seeing deep into your soul and stroking all the secrets he knew were buried there. The heavy weight returned in your stomach. You couldn’t move. You wanted only to stay. It felt like every piece of you was exposed to him- every vulnerable, shameful urge- and that you were his to ruin.

There was no better place to give in to yourself. To admit what you really wanted.

Bravely, shuddering with dark anticipation, you nodded your head. “Yes. I want you to punish me, Daddy.”

Brian’s eyes searched yours for their sincerity, and when he found it, he breathed it in. “Good girl...” You watched as his nostrils expanded and his pupils dilated. “...You’re so very perfect.”

It was the most poignant praise- to be wanted by Brian. To be craved and adored. His lust was like a fire under your skin. You wanted to take everything he needed to give.

“Thank you Daddy.”

“...You’re welcome.”

You could barely wait. For whatever he decided. Your pulse was thrumming through your arteries. You could feel it in your chest. And Brian, like he was discussing something as mundane as the weather, despite the hunger on his face, asked you a question.

“Would you like Adam to be there?”

It caught you off guard, and your chest froze for a moment. You hadn’t considered Adam’s presence. You hadn’t seen him in over an hour and assumed he was off with the man he’d found having his own fun. But, you doubted he’d pass up the chance if Brian offered. You suddenly pictured an audience to your punishment: Adam watching as you took it. You wanted to show how good you could be.

“Yes,” you said, “If he wants to.”

“Hah!” Brian pulled you close and chuckled loudly. “Who wouldn’t want to see you? We’ll find him soon enough.”

Chapter 135: The Club: 3 (Alternate)

Notes:

Non-daddy kink version of last chapter

Your free hand gripped the bar hard enough to turn your knuckles white. It was the only thing keeping you upright as Brian’s strong fingers teased their way around your wetness. You stifled a moan as he brushed your clit. He was driving you crazy, but, instinctually, your legs opened further to give him room.

“Please Sir,” you begged in a whisper, unsure if you wanted others to hear or not. You had been baited so long already, and you couldn’t bear Brian tease you through this as well. Not when you sat so vulnerable at the bar.

The movements of the air pricked at your wide eyes; your heart hammered. Your gaze flicked to each and every person in sight, scanning for those that could be watching- seeing you in such a pathetic state. Brian’s fingers continued their work.

“Y/N,” he said, pulling you out of your spinning thoughts. “Don’t worry about anything else. Focus on me.” His stiff lip line told you to obey; his soft hazel eyes explained why.

Brian was here, and you were safe. You let him take your worries. A deep breath left your rigid shoulders. More slick leaked out to meet his hand.

“There’s a good girl.”

Brian’s perfect mouth stretched into your favourite smirk. He looked away even as his thumb found your sensitive bud once more, taking another sip of his rum. He reveled in the way you gave yourself to him. How you trusted him. He enjoyed his drink, and his baby girl.

His whitening eyebrows bounced at you when he drank, hinting for you to do the same. You couldn’t be too obvious what you were doing. And, as the burning trail of the rum warmed your insides, you realized there was another thrill to the act. You were sat on the stool with Brian’s hand between your legs. Like it was casual. Like it was normal. He had no shame in wanting you, and you were happy to be his.

Brian saw the way your eyes darkened as you realized the erotic situation he’d created. He winked, and pressed harder against your sex. “Feels good?”

You could barely stay on your seat as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. It was too hard to focus, and a moan slipped out unwillingly. Brian chuckled, and you nodded.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

His deep voice burned as much as the alcohol. There was no doubt- Brian was masterfully seductive- and the hint of smugness slithered straight to your sex. You loved your man when he was proud and cocksure. It gave you a potent, wicked pleasure to stroke his ego.

With such thoughts swirling through your head, in the position you were, with those fingers rubbing your clit, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. The room seemed to dull as the tightening sensation between your legs grew. Desire swirled inside you; your breath caught in your chest. Soon, you found yourself rocking against the stool. You were desperate for more pressure against Brian’s hand. You needed to tip over the edge of ecstasy.

“Look at me Y/N.”

Brian’s voice drew you out of the daze. It was raspy with lust and bright with enjoyment.

“Are you close?”

He asked like he already knew the answer. Your head nodded franticly.

The coiling pleasure between your legs was reaching its breaking point. You’d soaked the barstool and Brian’s hand with your lust, and the knowing glint in your favourite hazel eyes drove you further past the point of no return. One pointed canine peeked out from his lips to greet you. His tongue darted out to wet them.

“Ask nicely baby girl.”

You barely needed the reminder, vibrating with your impending orgasm. There was nothing in the world except you and Brian. Nothing to worry about, nothing to fear. For he was here. And he wanted you. He made you feel SO good.

“Please Sir, may I come?”

The desperate sound of your own voice pushed you further to the edge. Brian leaned closer to you, propping his elbow up on the bar so that you were enveloped further within his presence. The steady stroking of his fingers somehow picked up speed. He monopolized all of your senses: played your body better than you could yourself.

“Yes darling, you may. Show me what a good little girl you are.”

He knew you better than you knew yourself. Understood, by instinct, exactly what you needed to hear. What he needed to give you. You were two halves of a tangled mess: wrapped up in each other in ways no one could possibly understand.

“Ahh... ah... B- Briiiii..!”

The only sound from your throat was a garbled worship of his name, cried out with your head back as the walls of your cunt clenched around the tips of his fingers. A wave of ecstasy almost pushed you from your seat. It was a blessed relief: the bliss of letting go after hours of high nerves and endless teasing. Your climax ripped through your thighs and core in bursts of perfect pleasure. Yet still, your muscles fluttered around Brian’s hand, and you felt strangely empty. You were greedy; you yearned for the fullness of his cock inside you. To come without it left you hungry for more.

And Brian watched you come apart with dark, hooded eyes, like he knew giving you this would only tease you further. Your stomach flipped as you watched his nostrils flare at the sight and smell of you. After the last tremors from your core, he pulled his hand away. You missed his warmth between your legs immediately. The elastic of your thong snapped back into place, soaked.

“Good girl.”

Brian murmured the words you loved to hear. He savoured the sheen of your juices on his long fingers as he brought them up to eye-level, admiring what had happened with every movement. Again, you saw the deep breath he tried to hide. It sent a warm tingle down your spine. At this point, you knew how you gave him sustenance.

Especially when he finally popped his fingers into his mouth, savouring your taste just as he had the fine rum.

Your core clenched again, so soon after being spent. You wanted him to consume you. Whatever that meant.

Brian’s eyes closed when he tasted you, and a deep moan that rumbled across the bar. There was something truly powerful in the effect you had on him. He wanted you bad enough that it was dangerous, and a forbidden part of yourself wanted him to break you.

“Thank you Sir.”

Hazel eyes snapped open, followed by a knowing smirk.

…

It was a few minutes before your heartrate slowed and the tight swirling inside you dulled. The smell of your own arousal coated the air, cut only by each swig of the rum as you drained your glass.

Brian sat beside you like he wasn’t guilty of taking you apart moments before. He loomed large beside you, even with his terrible posture: shoulders curling in towards his chest. Small tufts of white hair poked out of his open shirt. Glancing to your left, you could just see the fold of skin where his chest met his stomach through the angle of his neckline. Another clench tightened your sex. The swell of tummy hung over his belt.

Hazel eyes found yours again, watching you admire him. You were certain there were stars in your eyes. You’d never wanted to be with anyone more. To sit beside him, freely, was the greatest feeling on earth.

You shuffled your stool closer so that you were pressed up against him. Brian smiled.

“What?”

“Nothing Bri,” your eyes roamed up and down his form, still holding a grin and enjoying the way his title rolled off your tongue, “I just love you.”

You loved him SO much. Every single bit of him.

Especially the toothy grin that grew at your words. Brian didn’t smile with his teeth often, but when he did you knew he truly meant it.

“Love ya too baby girl.”

You wrapped your bare legs around his as best you could, running your hands up and down his side occasionally as you finished your drinks. The heat of the alcohol now ran thickly through your blood. You felt like you were floating, giddy and happy beside Bri.

A few strands of curls hung down his back, looking so soft that your hand reached out to touch them. Brian didn’t seem to mind. He hummed, settled down beside you, and let you twirl his hair in your fingers as he drummed his own across your thigh. The shared familiarity was almost all-consuming. You both wanted nothing but to touch the other.

You looked around the bar as you played with Brian’s curls- eyes flicking from one couple to the next- until you found yourself locked into the blue eyes of Stuart. A sick feeling started to form in your gut immediately... until you noticed the weight of his gaze: watching your hand in Brian’s hair, and your leg wrapped around his. That gaze, you could recognize. Suddenly you were glad that your tipsy state let your affections run wild; you wanted Stuart to see just how much you adored Brian. You wanted everyone to see.

He made you happy.

Your hand moved up the back of his neck, threading between thick white locks. You gave him a light massage as you caressed him. The responding hum of approval was enough to spur you on. You loved to pamper Brian.

You especially enjoyed Stuart watching on, trying to hide his jealousy. His red face made you prouder than it should have; you weren’t behaving like you ought. But being able to be with Brian in public was making you giddy.

Eventually you trailed your hand down your lover’s broad back, over the softness of his pert bottom, and into the back pocket of his trousers. It was a move you’d never have attempted a week ago- a whim you’d have dismissed if not for Brian’s rum- but, when he tilted his head at you and smiled, you were mighty glad you did it.

“You’re so handsome.”

It came from your mouth unbidden, yet it was the truth. You beamed up at him, leaning against his wonderful big body.

Brian chuckled, accepting of the praise, and leaned in himself to give you a quick kiss.

“Methinks my lady is a bit tipsy.”

His eyes crinkled to show his mirth at the situation. Perhaps he was right, but you knew you were safe with Bri watching over you. You wiggled your fingers in his pocket.

“You gave me the rum.”

“...True.” Brian remained looking at your face, staring deep like he was trying to admire every detail. The warmth of his gaze was physical, flushing the tender skin of your neck. “Only the best for my girl.”

He was being sweet, enjoying the tender time together as much as you were, but you knew that he hadn’t forgotten what he’d said earlier. He’d given you what you begged for, and, because you couldn’t wait, you were due for a turn in one of the rooms in the hallway. The thought made your stomach curl in on itself: full of nerves and excitement.

You glanced over in the direction of the mysterious doors, watching various people enter and leave the area, dressed in all manner of costumes. The sight of a young man in handcuffs, being led by his stoic partner, was only a hint at the fun that could be had at the club.

Brian watched your eyes and smirked. “We’ll stay here a bit longer - let the drinks sit a while. The night’s still young.” His low voice pulled your attention back to him. “But don’t think I’ve forgotten. You’ve earned yourself a nice punishment baby. You couldn’t wait to come, could you?”

You swallowed, eyes suddenly wide. “No...”

“You were impatient.”

“I-”

“You knew what you were getting into Y/N, don’t pretend.” Brian grinned wide, with those dark, predatory eyes you loved so much. “Don’t you want to be punished?”

His gaze pierced your skin, seeing deep into your soul and stroking all the secrets he knew were buried there. The heavy weight returned in your stomach. You couldn’t move. You wanted only to stay. It felt like every piece of you was exposed to him- every vulnerable, shameful urge- and that you were his to ruin.

There was no better place to give in to yourself. To admit what you really wanted.

Bravely, shuddering with dark anticipation, you nodded your head. “Yes. I want you to punish me, Sir.”

Brian’s eyes searched yours for their sincerity, and when he found it, he breathed it in. “Good girl...” You watched as his nostrils expanded and his pupils dilated. “...You’re so very perfect.”

It was the most poignant praise- to be wanted by Brian. To be craved and adored. His lust was like a fire under your skin. You wanted to take everything he needed to give.

“Thank you Sir.”

“...You’re welcome.”

You could barely wait. For whatever he decided. Your pulse was thrumming through your arteries. You could feel it in your chest. And Brian, like he was discussing something as mundane as the weather, despite the hunger on his face, asked you a question.

“Would you like Adam to be there?”

It caught you off guard, and your chest froze for a moment. You hadn’t considered Adam’s presence. You hadn’t seen him in over an hour and assumed he was off with the man he’d found having his own fun. But, you doubted he’d pass up the chance if Brian offered. You suddenly pictured an audience to your punishment: Adam watching as you took it. You wanted to show how good you could be.

“Yes,” you said, “If he wants to.”

“Hah!” Brian pulled you close and chuckled loudly. “Who wouldn’t want to see you? We’ll find him soon enough.”

Chapter 136: The Club: 4

Notes:

Sorry for the delay! Life is far too hectic sometimes! I'm also still not in the best mental state at the moment, but getting better :)

The amazing and talented @XanaduHoneydew has created some VERY steamy fanart for AAO! The first drawing has been added to the chapter of its inspiration: Chapter 113/114 - Natural Instincts. Please go to that chapter to see it, and give her lots of love and appreciation in the comments! Thank you so much dear Xana for bringing AAO Bri and his little Y/N to life!

 

Daddy kink warning. I'll release the alternate chapter tomorrow.

You stared at Adam’s crystal blue eyes, letting the familiarity of them centre your racing nerves. Candlelight flickered around the darkened room: sensual and mysterious. The kneeler was soft on your skin for once, even though the weeks had left seemingly permanent bruises beneath your kneecaps. They still throbbed with the reminder to behave.

He’d tied your hands behind your back. You could move them easily, but you couldn’t reach around to your front. It left you wonderfully vulnerable. And your two favourite men were watching your body movements with rapt attention. You held your breath, listening to the only sounds in your private room: Brian’s slow footsteps. He paced as he admired the view, drawing out each moment... until he stopped directly behind you and let out a breathy chuckle.

“...Your arse is fucking delectable.”

Adam continued to hold your gaze, and smirked as Brian’s words made you squirm. The guitarist could probably still see his own red handprints painted on your skin from days previous. You didn’t doubt he’d add a few tonight.

“Thank you Daddy.”

You didn’t need to see Brian’s grin to know it was there. He ran a finger along the ridges of your spine, causing a shiver of pleasure. His touch was electric on your skin.

“On your best behaviour now I see. ...Now that you got what you wanted.” Brian resumed his movement, rounding your form to stand in front of you. With you on your knees, you were eye-level with the full bulge in his tight trousers. “But Daddy didn’t get to come, did he? Daddy’s been patient.”

You bowed your head, unable to meet his eyes in the happy shame of how lustful he made you.

“And it’s been fucking difficult with you looking so delicious tonight.”

You sucked in a hot breath, overwhelmed by the way he growled. How he stated his primal desires, for YOU, left you aching between your legs. It felt like you were vibrating on the kneeler: desperate for his touch in any way it came.

With Brian’s stern tone, you didn’t think it would be gentle. You didn’t want it to be.

“Please Daddy,” you begged, for nothing in particular.

Brian snorted. “Such a good slut. You ask so nicely. Do you want me to spank you Y/N?”

God, yes, if it meant his hands on your skin. You wanted whatever Brian wanted to give you. “Yes Daddy,” you repeated, “I want you to spank me.”

Brian finished his circle around your form, stepping slowly behind you once more, and you closed your eyes, ready for the inevitable sting. You yearned for his hard hand. You forced your muscles to relax...

But the pain never came.

Instead, there was another throaty chuckle. “…Not yet.”

Instantly your eyes snapped open, and you watched as Adam read your confused expression.

“I think you’ve forgotten - Darling. You don’t make the decisions.”

The singer looked almost sorry for you, but his eagerness was shallow beneath the surface of his blue eyes. Perhaps it should have been obvious by now, but it was still a revelation to you that you had to force your lips into a pout; inside you were more than happy to submit control to Brian.

You bowed your head in acquiescence to whatever his desires may have been. You trusted him to keep you safe, and to make it good.

“What are your safewords Y/N?”

“Yellow and red, Sir.”

“Good girl. I want you to use them at ANY point you need to, okay? No questions asked.”

The seriousness in his tone heightened your nerves. You couldn’t help but wonder what he had in store for you, but, you also knew that this was his way of checking in.

“I know Daddy.”

Brian’s pleased hum reverberated through the room. “Excellent. Adam?” He called to the younger man. “Bring the oil.”

The singer did as he was told and in no time at all two large hands were slathering your skin with warm body oil. Adam held the container and Brian worked his magic, caressing your shoulders first. He took his time: squeezing your breasts, pinching your peaked nipples, and trailing his long fingers on every inch of exposed skin around your lingerie. His touch left your skin buzzing with pleasure, desperate for more.

When Brian moved down your back and to your bottom, you could feel your knees weaken. He kneaded your supple flesh with his calloused hands. His touch was possessive and all consuming. He owned every inch of you, and the way you arched into his rough grasp proved it.

Brian tsked. “Don’t move baby girl.”

You tried not to, even as his hands prodded your inner thighs, teasing their pleasure. You knew he enjoyed how wet you were. Once you were oiled to Brian’s satisfaction, he stood back in front of you. He pulled your chin up to face him, and smiled as you kissed his hand while he did so.

“I want to try something new tonight... that we haven’t talked about. You are allowed to say ‘no’, understand?”

Contrary to his sure stance, Brian was a bit hesitant asking. He didn’t want to pressure you into anything. He didn’t want you to agree to anything you weren’t comfortable with just for his sake. Not again. You knew what he was asking, bringing this up - again confirming you would safeword if required – and though a large part of you churned with reluctance denying him anything, you agreed.

“Yes Daddy.”

His lips twitched upwards, more certain now. “Good girl. Have you ever used wax in the bedroom?”

The surprise made your eyelids open a fraction further, and you tried to control your breathing. The numerous candles in the room now made a bit more sense. “...No.”

Brian smiled, always happy to teach you new pleasures. “Do you know what that means?”

You weren’t anywhere near as experienced as Bri, but you were a curious girl. “Yes... I think so.”

“Excellent. And you want to try?”

Your lover looked stunning standing in front of you. He towered above where you kneeled, tall and handsome. His eyes carried safety and his body promised sin. His curls were delicate as they draped over his shoulder, his nose straight and proud. There was no man more attractive, or more enticing.

“Yes please,” you answered. “With you.”

Brian’s eyes darkened. The slightest flare of his nostrils gave him away. He loved your submission- your trust- more than anything.

“Good girl.” He never took his gaze off you. Instead, he called to the other man in the room, and knew he’d be obeyed. “Now, Adam, bring the candle.”

As the singer did so, Brian explained. “This is a special candle, darling. It’s safe. This wax will melt at a lower temperature than usual so it will still feel hot, but it won’t burn your skin. The oil means it won’t stick.”

You loved how, even now, he lectured almost scientifically. He made everything easy to follow and made sure you understood. Seeing he was watching your reaction, you nodded for him to continue.

“The reason we do this is to bring another sensation to the experience, and to heighten the feel of everything else. I will do this, and then I will spank you.” Brian paused, and the room heated from his smirk. “If you’re very good... you’ll be rewarded. Adam is going to watch and see how good you can be for Daddy.”

Brian calling himself Daddy so openly, even if it was only in front of Adam, sent instant fire to your core. It burned and seared in the most forbidden places. His dark eyes pierced through you, stripping your bare at the same time you glimpsed his inner desires. The needs that so complimented your own.

You felt your sex contract around thin air, yearning to be filled by the man who teased it so, but Brian interrupted your greedy thoughts.

“Do you wish to proceed?”

From the cocky expression on his face, he knew your answer before you even had to say it. Your body was arched, swaying: desperate for him with every trembling breath and nervous vibration.

“Please Daddy.”

Adam groaned, fisting the front of his trousers with the hand not holding the candle. Brian nodded once. “Good girl.” He rolled up his sleeves with dextrous fingers, and never before had something looked so erotic.

Brian took the candle and held it for you to see, before tilting it so the liquid wax dripped over his own exposed forearm. Your eyes were saucers as he gritted his teeth, clenching his fist from the pain even as his nostrils flared again with pleasure. Perhaps he enjoyed the pain as you did. Perhaps he was appreciating what you would let him do to YOU.

Either way, you whined at the sight. His muscled forearms glistened in the candlelight, glossy from the oil he’d applied to your skin. The spattering of white wax slowly cooled on his flesh and enhanced the lines of his veins and the age spots atop them. Brian was beautiful. Yet he only had eyes for you.

“Now, your turn,” he said. “Adam is going to watch... and learn.”

Brian prepared you by once again smoothing his hand over the part of your body he would start with, lecturing you and the singer at the same time about what was awaiting you. He proceeded without any surprises the first time, so when the hot wax hit the top of your backside, you welcomed the searing sting.

It was like fire lit in your skin and travelled through your veins: similar to spanking, but it lasted longer as the wax cooled. And you could feel it marking your body afterwards. You found yourself moaning, arching your back and raising your hips as much as you could in your bound state – some desperate attempt to move closer to the sensation. It hurt. But you wanted more.

Adam watched it all. “Fuckin’ hell.”

And Brian gave you a quick squeeze of the shoulder. “Still doing okay?”

“More than,” you answered, ‘Again please Daddy.”

Brian complied, happy to let you have your way when it meant marking you as his- watching you squirm below him, desperate to please through the pain.

This time the wax hit your back, spreading the heat of your lust further up your body. It was so hot that it turned cold. Invisible shivers ran up and down your spine.

Brian dripped more on your buttocks without warning. The muscles under your skin twitched beneath the burning wax, fluttering. You could barely maintain the strength in your legs. You couldn’t feel them. Nothing but the pain of the wax and the pounding of your blood in your ears.

The heat was in your whole body, igniting lust and need. You felt like the sensation was starting to consume you. And then, you realised, you needed to let it do just that.

“Fuck! Green Daddy. Please!”. You cried out, needing more. “Show everyone I’m yours.”

You were quickly learning that wax was foreplay of the best kind, and you wanted to affect Brian the same way. “I’ll do anything... please just spank me.”

With that, the older man let out his own string of curses. He complained that you’d be the death of him. That you spent all night looking like sin: his little angel, begging to be corrupted. It was YOUR fault that he was half hard in his trousers. It was your doing, and you were being punished.

“You’re not getting my hand until you’ve earned it.” Brian pushed the singer, who’d so far simply been staring with his eyes wide and his hand on his crotch, in front of you. “Tell Adam how you feel. Thank him for coming to watch how desperate you are.”

You moaned at Brian’s words: turned on by the exhibitionism, and the following burn of wax trailing down your thighs. The heat and anticipation kept you constantly on edge. Adam’s eyes created the heady feeling inside: dirty, needy... and so utterly owned that you would show your depravity.

“Th- Thank you Adam,” you said, gurgling slightly as Brian poured another few drops of wax on your back. “Thank you for... watching.”

The singer stared at you for a moment, gazing as if there was something deeper he was searching for. His eyes were crystal blue. Lined with kohl. With the shameful arousal throbbing in your stomach, it was all too much, and you had to look away. But... Adam understood.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Anytime.” His tone had come to resemble Brian’s slightly, and it made your knees tremble. “But I don’t think you did everything Daddy asked of you. How do you feel? With me here... with everything.”

You took a deep breath, taking the burn of the wax into your veins. “I feel great. The wax makes me sense everything around me- even the slightest breeze on my skin. I want to prove I can do it.” You looked back up to meet the singer’s gaze. “I like you watching. I like that you can see who I belong to. I like that you can see I’m a mess. That I’ll do anything to please Daddy, because I’m his good girl.”

God, you didn’t fully realise the depravity of what you’d said until it was out of your mouth. You felt your eye grow wide, but Adam just smiled. You were embarrassed, red-faced, but dripping wet and wanting more. Brian chuckled behind you.

“Yes... my little slut likes to be seen. Soon everyone will see you’re MINE.”

He let another portion of molten wax coat your bottom, enough that it dripped down the back of your thighs. You screamed into the room. You were overwhelmed, but the line between pain and arousal has blurred. You were overwhelmed with sensation. You’d never lived as much as this before.

Blinking, through teary eyes and a dripping nose, you sniffed your penance away. “I’m YOURS Daddy! PLEASE mark me.”

Your blurry eyes focused on the scene in front of you: Adam watching, the candles flickering in the background. There was no sound apart from your ragged breathing and the silent echo of your cries. You yearned for more. Your knees trembled.

And finally... Brian spoke. His deep, rumbling tenor vibrated through your bones.

“Very good. Now, darling girl, you have earned your spanking.”

Chapter 137: The Club: 4 (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as previous chapter without the Daddy kink.

The amazing and talented @XanaduHoneydew has created some VERY steamy fanart for AAO! The first drawing has been added to the chapter of its inspiration: Chapter 113/114 - Natural Instincts. Please go to that chapter to see it, and give her lots of love and appreciation in the comments! Thank you so much dear Xana for bringing AAO Bri and his little Y/N to life!

You stared at Adam’s crystal blue eyes, letting the familiarity of them centre your racing nerves. Candlelight flickered around the darkened room: sensual and mysterious. The kneeler was soft on your skin for once, even though the weeks had left seemingly permanent bruises beneath your kneecaps. They still throbbed with the reminder to behave.

He’d tied your hands behind your back. You could move them easily, but you couldn’t reach around to your front. It left you wonderfully vulnerable. And your two favourite men were watching your body movements with rapt attention. You held your breath, listening to the only sounds in your private room: Brian’s slow footsteps. He paced as he admired the view, drawing out each moment... until he stopped directly behind you and let out a breathy chuckle.

“...Your arse is fucking delectable.”

Adam continued to hold your gaze, and smirked as Brian’s words made you squirm. The guitarist could probably still see his own red handprints painted on your skin from days previous. You didn’t doubt he’d add a few tonight.

“Thank you Sir.”

You didn’t need to see Brian’s grin to know it was there. He ran a finger along the ridges of your spine, causing a shiver of pleasure. His touch was electric on your skin.

“On your best behaviour now I see. ...Now that you got what you wanted.” Brian resumed his movement, rounding your form to stand in front of you. With you on your knees, you were eye-level with the full bulge in his tight trousers. “But I didn’t get to come, did I? At least one of us has been patient.”

You bowed your head, unable to meet his eyes in the happy shame of how lustful he made you.

“And it’s been fucking difficult with you looking so delicious tonight.”

You sucked in a hot breath, overwhelmed by the way he growled. How he stated his primal desires, for YOU, left you aching between your legs. It felt like you were vibrating on the kneeler: desperate for his touch in any way it came.

With Brian’s stern tone, you didn’t think it would be gentle. You didn’t want it to be.

“Please Sir,” you begged, for nothing in particular.

Brian snorted. “Such a good slut. You ask so nicely. Do you want me to spank you Y/N?”

God, yes, if it meant his hands on your skin. You wanted whatever Brian wanted to give you. “Yes Sir,” you repeated, “I want you to spank me.”

Brian finished his circle around your form, stepping slowly behind you once more, and you closed your eyes, ready for the inevitable sting. You yearned for his hard hand. You forced your muscles to relax...

But the pain never came.

Instead, there was another throaty chuckle. “…Not yet.”

Instantly your eyes snapped open, and you watched as Adam read your confused expression.

“I think you’ve forgotten - Darling. You don’t make the decisions.”

The singer looked almost sorry for you, but his eagerness was shallow beneath the surface of his blue eyes. Perhaps it should have been obvious by now, but it was still a revelation to you that you had to force your lips into a pout; inside you were more than happy to submit control to Brian.

You bowed your head in acquiescence to whatever his desires may have been. You trusted him to keep you safe, and to make it good.

“What are your safewords Y/N?”

“Yellow and red, Sir.”

“Good girl. I want you to use them at ANY point you need to, okay? No questions asked.”

The seriousness in his tone heightened your nerves. You couldn’t help but wonder what he had in store for you, but, you also knew that this was his way of checking in.

“I know Sir.”

Brian’s pleased hum reverberated through the room. “Excellent. Adam?” He called to the younger man. “Bring the oil.”

The singer did as he was told and in no time at all two large hands were slathering your skin with warm body oil. Adam held the container and Brian worked his magic, caressing your shoulders first. He took his time: squeezing your breasts, pinching your peaked nipples, and trailing his long fingers on every inch of exposed skin around your lingerie. His touch left your skin buzzing with pleasure, desperate for more.

When Brian moved down your back and to your bottom, you could feel your knees weaken. He kneaded your supple flesh with his calloused hands. His touch was possessive and all consuming. He owned every inch of you, and the way you arched into his rough grasp proved it.

Brian tsked. “Don’t move baby girl.”

You tried not to, even as his hands prodded your inner thighs, teasing their pleasure. You knew he enjoyed how wet you were. Once you were oiled to Brian’s satisfaction, he stood back in front of you. He pulled your chin up to face him, and smiled as you kissed his hand while he did so.

“I want to try something new tonight... that we haven’t talked about. You are allowed to say ‘no’, understand?”

Contrary to his sure stance, Brian was a bit hesitant asking. He didn’t want to pressure you into anything. He didn’t want you to agree to anything you weren’t comfortable with just for his sake. Not again. You knew what he was asking, bringing this up - again confirming you would safeword if required – and though a large part of you churned with reluctance denying him anything, you agreed.

“Yes Sir.”

His lips twitched upwards, more certain now. “Good girl. Have you ever used wax in the bedroom?”

The surprise made your eyelids open a fraction further, and you tried to control your breathing. The numerous candles in the room now made a bit more sense. “...No.”

Brian smiled, always happy to teach you new pleasures. “Do you know what that means?”

You weren’t anywhere near as experienced as Bri, but you were a curious girl. “Yes... I think so.”

“Excellent. And you want to try?”

Your lover looked stunning standing in front of you. He towered above where you kneeled, tall and handsome. His eyes carried safety and his body promised sin. His curls were delicate as they draped over his shoulder, his nose straight and proud. There was no man more attractive, or more enticing.

“Yes please,” you answered. “With you.”

Brian’s eyes darkened. The slightest flare of his nostrils gave him away. He loved your submission- your trust- more than anything.

“Good girl.” He never took his gaze off you. Instead, he called to the other man in the room, and knew he’d be obeyed. “Now, Adam, bring the candle.”

As the singer did so, Brian explained. “This is a special candle, darling. It’s safe. This wax will melt at a lower temperature than usual so it will still feel hot, but it won’t burn your skin. The oil means it won’t stick.”

You loved how, even now, he lectured almost scientifically. He made everything easy to follow and made sure you understood. Seeing he was watching your reaction, you nodded for him to continue.

“The reason we do this is to bring another sensation to the experience, and to heighten the feel of everything else. I will do this, and then I will spank you.” Brian paused, and the room heated from his smirk. “If you’re very good... you’ll be rewarded. Adam is going to watch and see how good you can be.”

Brian explaining the situation so openly, even if it was only in front of Adam, sent instant fire to your core. It burned and seared in the most forbidden places. His dark eyes pierced through you, stripping your bare at the same time you glimpsed his inner desires. The needs that so complimented your own.

You felt your sex contract around thin air, yearning to be filled by the man who teased it so, but Brian interrupted your greedy thoughts.

“Do you wish to proceed?”

From the cocky expression on his face, he knew your answer before you even had to say it. Your body was arched, swaying: desperate for him with every trembling breath and nervous vibration.

“Please Sir.”

Adam groaned, fisting the front of his trousers with the hand not holding the candle. Brian nodded once. “Good girl.” He rolled up his sleeves with dextrous fingers, and never before had something looked so erotic.

Brian took the candle and held it for you to see, before tilting it so the liquid wax dripped over his own exposed forearm. Your eyes were saucers as he gritted his teeth, clenching his fist from the pain even as his nostrils flared again with pleasure. Perhaps he enjoyed the pain as you did. Perhaps he was appreciating what you would let him do to YOU.

Either way, you whined at the sight. His muscled forearms glistened in the candlelight, glossy from the oil he’d applied to your skin. The spattering of white wax slowly cooled on his flesh and enhanced the lines of his veins and the age spots atop them. Brian was beautiful. Yet he only had eyes for you.

“Now, your turn,” he said. “Adam is going to watch... and learn.”

Brian prepared you by once again smoothing his hand over the part of your body he would start with, lecturing you and the singer at the same time about what was awaiting you. He proceeded without any surprises the first time, so when the hot wax hit the top of your backside, you welcomed the searing sting.

It was like fire lit in your skin and travelled through your veins: similar to spanking, but it lasted longer as the wax cooled. And you could feel it marking your body afterwards. You found yourself moaning, arching your back and raising your hips as much as you could in your bound state – some desperate attempt to move closer to the sensation. It hurt. But you wanted more.

Adam watched it all. “Fuckin’ hell.”

And Brian gave you a quick squeeze of the shoulder. “Still doing okay?”

“More than,” you answered, ‘Again please Sir.”

Brian complied, happy to let you have your way when it meant marking you as his- watching you squirm below him, desperate to please through the pain.

This time the wax hit your back, spreading the heat of your lust further up your body. It was so hot that it turned cold. Invisible shivers ran up and down your spine.

Brian dripped more on your buttocks without warning. The muscles under your skin twitched beneath the burning wax, fluttering. You could barely maintain the strength in your legs. You couldn’t feel them. Nothing but the pain of the wax and the pounding of your blood in your ears.

The heat was in your whole body, igniting lust and need. You felt like the sensation was starting to consume you. And then, you realised, you needed to let it do just that.

“Fuck! Green Sir. Please!”. You cried out, needing more. “Show everyone I’m yours.”

You were quickly learning that wax was foreplay of the best kind, and you wanted to affect Brian the same way. “I’ll do anything... please just spank me.”

With that, the older man let out his own string of curses. He complained that you’d be the death of him. That you spent all night looking like sin: his little angel, begging to be corrupted. It was YOUR fault that he was half hard in his trousers. It was your doing, and you were being punished.

“You’re not getting my hand until you’ve earned it.” Brian pushed the singer, who’d so far simply been staring with his eyes wide and his hand on his crotch, in front of you. “Tell Adam how you feel. Thank him for coming to watch how desperate you are.”

You moaned at Brian’s words: turned on by the exhibitionism, and the following burn of wax trailing down your thighs. The heat and anticipation kept you constantly on edge. Adam’s eyes created the heady feeling inside: dirty, needy... and so utterly owned that you would show your depravity.

“Th- Thank you Adam,” you said, gurgling slightly as Brian poured another few drops of wax on your back. “Thank you for... watching.”

The singer stared at you for a moment, gazing as if there was something deeper he was searching for. His eyes were crystal blue. Lined with kohl. With the shameful arousal throbbing in your stomach, it was all too much, and you had to look away. But... Adam understood.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Anytime.” His tone had come to resemble Brian’s slightly, and it made your knees tremble. “But I don’t think you did everything Sir Bri asked of you. How do you feel? With me here... with everything.”

You took a deep breath, taking the burn of the wax into your veins. “I feel great. The wax makes me sense everything around me- even the slightest breeze on my skin. I want to prove I can do it.” You looked back up to meet the singer’s gaze. “I like you watching. I like that you can see who I belong to. I like that you can see I’m a mess. That I’ll do anything to please Sir, because I’m his good girl.”

God, you didn’t fully realise the depravity of what you’d said until it was out of your mouth. You felt your eye grow wide, but Adam just smiled. You were embarrassed, red-faced, but dripping wet and wanting more. Brian chuckled behind you.

“Yes... my little slut likes to be seen. Soon everyone will see you’re MINE.”

He let another portion of molten wax coat your bottom, enough that it dripped down the back of your thighs. You screamed into the room. You were overwhelmed, but the line between pain and arousal has blurred. You were overwhelmed with sensation. You’d never lived as much as this before.

Blinking, through teary eyes and a dripping nose, you sniffed your penance away. “I’m YOURS Sir! PLEASE mark me.”

Your blurry eyes focused on the scene in front of you: Adam watching, the candles flickering in the background. There was no sound apart from your ragged breathing and the silent echo of your cries. You yearned for more. Your knees trembled.

And finally... Brian spoke. His deep, rumbling tenor vibrated through your bones.

“Very good. Now, darling girl, you have earned your spanking.”

Chapter 138: The Club: 5

Notes:

I'm baaaack! With more filth for all of ya! The chapters at the club have almost reached their climax...

LARGE (;p) Daddy kink warning for this one! Alternate chapter to follow soon.

I'm getting a little discouraged about the lack of interactions this fic has received recently. I know it's annoying to ask, and who am I to assume I deserve comments etc, but your interest and excitement are what keeps me writing. It's hard to be inspired and dedicate hours of time to a story when it seems to simply exist in a void. So please comment your thoughts if you enjoyed! xxDBM

SLAP!

The sting of Brian’s hand rang out into the room. Pain blossomed in the red flesh of your ass; it radiated down your thighs. Your entire body convulsed forwards against the soft kneeler, and the sudden movement forced a low grunt from your throat.

With your mind spinning from the endless teasing and warm submission, you could see naught but a strand of saliva hanging from your mouth.

Brian was right: everything was heightened from the waxplay. You were no stranger to his hard hand, but this was something new. The large handprint met skin that was already inflamed. It was so much, and it was all for you.

Silence fell over the room, and you ended it with something you weren’t specifically asked for, but that you desired to give.

“Thank you Daddy.”

It was a scratchy voice that met your ears, and those of the men in the room. This was what Brian had reduced you to. Such was the pain that you craved.

The big hand that hurt, cupped now in comfort. His fingers sculpted around the mound of your bottom, tracing his mark. “You’re welcome, babygirl...” Brian drawled, ever so pleased to have you before him, “I’m glad you’ve found your manners.”

He placed his remaining hand on your other cheek and explored your supple curves. It was an exciting feeling when he played with your body like it belonged to him. Your heart picked up speed as Brian’s strong hands squeezed your tender flesh, and brazenly pulled apart your arse cheeks to see the slick sex between them. The masculine purr that filled the room made you clench. You were sure he could feel it.

“So wet, Y/N... practically dripping. What a naughty girl you are.” Brian’s grin was evident in his voice. “You’ll get ten spanks tonight.” He let go of your ass, but not before running his fingers up the slit between your legs. “And I know you’ll enjoy them.”

The swish of moving air was almost audible before he landed another slap on your opposite side. This time, you voiced a shrill cry, arching your back with pain and pleasure at the same time Brian hit you again, growling. “My beautiful slut.”

You thanked him for each one, as soon as the overwhelming burn subsided. You were acutely aware of Adam’s presence in the room, watching your debauchment. The thought of him seeing you like this- and the slight humiliation it brought- was overpowered by the thrill of depravity. For the next spank, you met his blue eyes.

SLAP! Brian hit you hard, again, and you groaned through the pain with your gaze locked. A surge of wetness flooded your inner thighs. It was darkly satisfying, to have your friend watch how desperate you were to be punished and used. You felt possessed; you felt loved. For Brian was here, and he, too, was presenting your relationship without shame. But that didn’t mean he’d let you off easy.

“Your arse is as red as your cunt,” said Brian. He left a pregnant pause, knowing how drawing Adam’s attention to your state would make you squirm. SLAP! “You look gorgeous with my marks. You look like you’re MINE.”

You thanked him for the complement, and for the spanking.

The burn in your lower half was pushing your limits, but it made the pulsing in your sex oh SO much better. You wondered briefly if you could come just like this, but you were interrupted by another harsh sting. Perhaps- if your legs didn’t give out first.

“Thank you Daddy!” You screamed into the air, hoping in the back of your mind that the sound carried out past the door.

With six reps done, Brian gave his hand a break. You focused on the rushing sounds of your breathing. You scrunched your eyes closed, wrinkled your nose- as if somehow that would decrease the throbbing heat that spilled down your thighs. You loved the challenge, and how vulnerable you felt at this moment. Your muscles held strong, though shaking, waiting in hope for the sweet praise you treasured.

Brian’s voice eventually came.

“Good girl Y/N, we’re over half-way there. You’ve taken it well so far.”

Your teary cheeks stretched into a smile. Your heart fluttered wildly; your ass burned. There was almost nothing you wouldn’t do to please the man beside you.

You breathed a shaky gasp through the pain. “Th- Thank you Daddy. Please... more.”

You yearned to be shattered completely: into a million pieces of ecstasy.

“Humpph... still greedy for Daddy’s hand? Does my little girl like my marks all over her bottom?”

You almost moaned aloud, still aflame from the wax and the spankings. “Yes Daddy.”

“Why?”

“...Because then everyone knows I’m yours.”

Brian’s eyes grew wide and dark. His lips pulled into enough of a smirk that his sharp canine glinted between them, tantalizing you. “Good. Because I…” he drew out the words, smug as sin, “...rather like that too.”

God, you knew it. SLAP! The seventh spank hit the raw side of your buttock and made you scream your dedication. The pain made it real, how Brian desired you. He was jealous of Stuart earlier. Jealous of everyone else in the club who laid their eyes on you: in the lingerie he told you to wear. Brian had to mark and wreck you enough that there was no mistake who you belonged to.

The weighted truth of his actions was as raw as your red flesh. It made your head spin and your chest tighten to the point where it was almost a struggle to breathe. You almost forgot to thank him for the blow, but were reminded by the harsh snap of two long fingers.

“ThankyouSir!”

The words rushed out of your mouth, but you didn’t have time to worry for your mistake. Those same fingers plunged between your legs, collecting the ample juices that awaited them and resting against your swollen clit.

“You call me Daddy when I’m inside your cunt.”

…FUCK. You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your inner walls squeezing down around Brian’s hand. It was the filthiest thing you’d ever heard from his proper English tenor. You felt depraved. But something deep inside LOVED it.

“I’m sorry Daddy... Thank you Daddy!”

The devilish fingers inside you moved with a singular purpose. They had a point to prove. You were dripping down your thighs, rocking against them even though your mind said no.

“Who are you?” Brian growled.

“I’m Daddy’s little slut!”

SLAP! He hit you again, while his other hand was still buried inside you. The pain from your stinging flesh moulded into the pleasure in your channel. Every nerve fired with feeling. You could do nothing but moan your thanks, and give in to the rapture Brian wrung from your body.

“Are you gonna come, little slut?”

SLAP!

You weren’t given a chance to answer. Your body did that for you, with the way your pussy tightened around his fingers.

“Unngghhh... Th-” You could only sloppily attempt a reply, before wonderful pressure on the spot you needed it most tore another primal moan from your throat. “Uuuunnhhhh!”

Brian’s voice filled your ears completely: deep and dark and rough with unhinged desire. “Come for Daddy. Show Adam what a perfect little slut you are for me.”

Everything was tight, hot, painful, throbbing. You were so close. Past the point of being overstimulated. It was like a dam of pleasure waiting to be released.

SLAP!

Brian’s wide palm hit you for the final time, and the burning sting spread across your bottom. You’d been on the edge for so long- from the wax and the spanking- that you were desperate for release. Brian curled his fingers inside you at the same time, and you were lost.

“Ahhhhh!!!” You moaned loud, bucking into the air and clenching around Brian’s hand. Slick streamed down your thighs; spit leaked from your lips. Your orgasm surged through your body with licks of pleasure that turned your bones soft.

When you could finally catch your breath, and Brian had pulled his wet fingers out and wiped them on your red ass, you found your voice. “Thank you Daddy.”

“You’re welcome baby. Good girl.” He stroked your arse softly.

You’d come for the second time that night, but, again, something was missing. Your sex still yearned for something more- like you couldn’t come properly until his big cock was buried inside you. A dirty thought reddened your cheeks: Brian had ruined you over the weeks. You were shameless for him. Always wanting more.

Brian walked around to face you again, still on your knees. The large bulge was still clearly evident in his trousers. “Did you enjoy your spanking Y/N?”

“Yes... very much.” There was no use fibbing about something so obvious.

He tsked, and your foolish cunt clenched once more. “Such a little slut. I can’t even punish you... you like it too much”

You were exhausted, but still throbbing for him. You hung your head in acquiescence. It was still difficult to catch your breath.

Brian’s hazel eyes watched you carefully, despite the lust that still burned within them. True to his word and your trust, he was everything you needed him to be. “Colour, darling?” It was a gentle whisper, far from the growls earlier.

“Green...” you breathed, “So green. Just... catching my breath.”

You appreciated him checking in, but didn’t want to take too long out of the roleplay. This was what the club was for. This was what you’d wanted when you came here. You and Brian locked eyes for a moment, and your heart leapt when he nodded. He freed your hands from their restraints and let you off your knees.

Suddenly, Brian’s mask fell back into place. He turned to face Adam, who’d been watching everything unfold with eager attention. For a few moments you’d forgotten you had an audience. The swirling in your gut picked up speed once more, ready for your turn to watch.

“Look, Y/N, what your wanton behaviour has done to poor Adam...” Your mouth dropped open as Brian reached directly into the stunned singer’s trousers and pulled out his hard cock. “But he doesn’t get to touch what’s MINE.”

At that, the older man gripped the younger’s length in a vice-like hold. “Pathetic, Adam, lusting after something that doesn’t belong to you. So hard... and only from watching. You know I don’t like to share.”

“I- I’m sorry Daddy.” Adam used Brian’s epithet with embarrassing ease after such a display, rather pre-occupied with the strong fingers wrapped around his cock. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Of course you will, my lovely boy. Of course.”

Brian started moving towards the bench beside where you were sitting, leading Adam by his poor, throbbing manhood. It was vulgar, but from the way the singer whined and shuffled obediently, you could tell he was in ecstasy.

The elder sat on said bench and positioned the younger below him. He let go of Adam’s poor cock, watching as it twitched hopefully before being left untouched. The singer’s sizable body looked small on his hands and knees. Long legs bracketed either side.

“How do you think you’ll make it up to me?”

Adam swallowed, and you felt your own mouth water too.

“Please can I suck your cock Daddy?” You’d never heard him sound so sweet.

Brian’s rude, pink tongue wetted his lips as he shuffled forward on the seat. “You may.”

Flashbacks to last time, when you were in a similar situation, raced through your mind. Adam’s bobbing head. Brian’s penetrating gaze. Again, the guitarist made his younger companion do all the work. Adam had to unzip his fly, reach past the salt and pepper curls in his pants, and fish his cock from his tight trousers. Brian’s length lay big, proud, and half-hard before two eager sets of eyes.

“Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the size of that.” Adam’s gaze never left Brian’s cock.

Praise always caused the older man to preen, and this was no exception. “You flatter me – saying such pretty things – but I’d rather that mouth be put to better use at the moment.”

If it was possible, the singer’s eyes grew even wider, and he leaned forward almost unconsciously, seeking out his large prize. Your wet sex was still throbbing as much as your backside. You wished you were in Adam’s place, but, at the moment, you also wanted nothing more than to watch things unfold.

“You have a gorgeous cock, Daddy.” Adam’s sultry line seemed to drip with sin. He was eager, and he was grateful. Yet there was a fire of determination in his bright blue eyes.

Adam worshipped Brian’s dick. He held it almost reverently in his hands, stroking the length. His sparking lips left soft, wet kisses across expanding skin. If you squinted just right, you could see the small bits of glitter his lipstick left on Brian’s shaft.

“Good boy,” Brian growled, remaining as still as possible with his hands on his knees. “You have to get me ready to fuck Y/N.”

Brian talked about himself like a stud in heat, staring down at the younger man working his cock. It did filthy things to your mind and your body. You stifled a groan, instead grinding down against the leather seat. You would sure there would be a mark left of your arousal, but you didn’t care. Not when Adam finally took Brian’s head into his mouth.

Perhaps Brian took longer to be coaxed to full firmness than someone half his age, but that just lengthened the amount of time you could spend watching the process. He’d had quite a few drinks tonight: his ever-present self-consciousness giving way to shameless desire. Watching also made you increasingly jealous, and increasingly desperate to be claimed.

The guitarist groaned, thrusting his length a little deeper past Adam’s painted lips. “Come closer babygirl... Come see how hard Adam’s making me.”

You shuffled closer on the bench, stunned into silence by the scene Brian created. When your knee brushed against his trousers, you stilled. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his crotch, where Adam was still working away with tiny sounds of enjoyment.

Brian chuckled softly, running a hand through the back of your hair and around the collar on your neck. “You can get closer than that if you’d like.”

You loved when he got like this: happy, confident, in control. There was a little fire inside you that burned in all the right places. YOU helped him feel this way.

“I’d love to.”

Brian’s smile gave way to another burst of laughter. He directed you down beside Adam, who popped off for a moment to catch his breath and give you a grin. There was just enough space between Brian’s thighs for the two of you, thanks to his ridiculously long legs and your willingness to sit practically in Adam’s lap.

You watched from inches away as the younger man licked and gagged on Brian’s cock. He was almost completely hard at this point, with a leaking tip and tight balls. It smelled heavily of sex, with a pleasant burst of Brian’s unique aroma.

The thick shaft and full scrotum looked massive against Adam’s face. Adam... who was experienced, determined, aroused, and a large man himself. Brian must look even bigger compared to you. The thought created a deep, rolling wave of renewed lust.

Brian was probably big enough that the two of you could work together. You could see the swelling in Adam’s throat as he tried to take him deep. The neglected inches of skin called out for your appreciation.

“Good boy Adam,” Brian drawled. His voice was beginning to get rough with exertion. “Licking Daddy’s cock so nice... You’ve been a delight all evening.”

The singer whined, squeezing his own dripping length, but refused to stop what he was doing. It was too much for you to resist; you leaned to join in.

Your lips connected with the soft, bare skin where Brian’s shaft met his stomach. You sucked gently and left wet spots for decoration. When you nuzzled his balls, the weight felt delightful on your nose. You were completely enthralled by the scent of him, and the way you made him moan.

“Fuck…" if it was possible, Brian widened his legs even further. “You two will be the death of me. An old man can only take so much.”

Between hungry kisses, you found your naughty side. “You can’t be done yet Daddy...” your tongue darted out to lick a bulging vein, “...you said Adam needed to get you ready to fuck me.”

Perhaps it was the atmosphere, perhaps it was Adam’s support beside you. Perhaps it was the expensive rum running through your system. You reveled in your own shameful depravity, nestled between Brian’s legs lavishing praise in a wicked attempt to appeal to his ego and rile him up.

It worked. Brian growled deep, plunging one hand into the roots of your hair and one into Adam’s. “You naughty little sluts. I’M the one who’s been waiting all fucking night to get what I want.”

His cock was fully swollen now: hardened to its true size. He rutted into Adam’s mouth roughly and used you for leverage.

“Are you ready to fuck your little boy again, Adam?” Brian roared, “Now that Daddy’s made you hard again? Is he waiting outside for sloppy seconds?” Your fuzzy mind searched for context; he must have meant the man Adam ran off with earlier. The poor singer could only whine around his width. “Do you wish you could fuck him like I fuck YOU?”

Your cunt practically spasmed when you heard those words from Brian’s lips. Adam gagged on Brian’s thrusts. He had to squeeze the tip of his prick to keep from coming from the truth of the elder’s insight. Sweet, painful submission.

“And you,” Brian rumbled in your direction, not quite done, “My innocent little babygirl... You liked Adam watching you earlier, didn’t you Y/N?”

It was your turn to whine the affirmative. You buzzed from the delightful shame. It was bloody impressive how Brian could be so dirty while buried to the hilt between two younger lovers.

“You liked him watching me punish you.” Brian said it like a fact: one he’d confirmed through the experience moments ago. But he tempted you further into darkness. “Would you like it if others could see? If I fucked you outside, splayed out across the table so that everyone could see you’re MINE?!?”

And suddenly, his game became clear. As blindingly forward as the throbbing in your swollen sex. The whole night was leading up to this... the skimpy outfit, grinding in the booth, coming apart on his fingers with the risk of someone noticing at the bar. Finally, testing the waters in the private room with Adam, whom you trusted completely.

He’d waited through it all, and now he was rock hard, dripping with precome, and he wanted to claim you. He wanted to show everyone you belonged to HIM and only him. The thought made you tremble with fear and excitement.

And, God, you thought he deserved it. The corrupted, nagging desire came to your mind again. Daddy always gets what he wants.

You turned away from his cock and looked into his deep, searching eyes. “Yes... please Daddy. Show them I belong to you.”

Brian’s eyes squeezed shut, and his face contorted in ecstasy. Your pussy dripped. Your stomach clenched. It was like you were everything he’d always dreamed of.

“Fuck... Good fucking girl.” He pulled away from you both, looking at the wet mess he’d made of your faces. “Adam, thank you. Have fun with your little friend, and give him a spank for me.”

The singer coughed, still recovering from deep-throating more than 8 inches of cock, but managed a grateful smile and a wink. “I will.”

“Y/N, come with me.” There was no more time for sentiments. Brian stood suddenly and managed to partially cover his open fly and throbbing erection with his shirt. “I can’t wait another fucking second.”

Chapter 139: The Club: 5 (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as the previous chapter without the Daddy kink :)

I'm getting a little discouraged about the lack of interactions this fic has received recently. I know it's annoying to ask, and who am I to assume I deserve comments etc, but your interest and excitement are what keeps me writing. It's hard to be inspired and dedicate hours of time to a story when it seems to simply exist in a void. So please comment your thoughts if you enjoyed! xxDBM

SLAP!

The sting of Brian’s hand rang out into the room. Pain blossomed in the red flesh of your ass; it radiated down your thighs. Your entire body convulsed forwards against the soft kneeler, and the sudden movement forced a low grunt from your throat.

With your mind spinning from the endless teasing and warm submission, you could see naught but a strand of saliva hanging from your mouth.

Brian was right: everything was heightened from the waxplay. You were no stranger to his hard hand, but this was something new. The large handprint met skin that was already inflamed. It was so much, and it was all for you.

Silence fell over the room, and you ended it with something you weren’t specifically asked for, but that you desired to give.

“Thank you Sir.”

It was a scratchy voice that met your ears, and those of the men in the room. This was what Brian had reduced you to. Such was the pain that you craved.

The big hand that hurt, cupped now in comfort. His fingers sculpted around the mound of your bottom, tracing his mark. “You’re welcome, babygirl...” Brian drawled, ever so pleased to have you before him, “I’m glad you’ve found your manners.”

He placed his remaining hand on your other cheek and explored your supple curves. It was an exciting feeling when he played with your body like it belonged to him. Your heart picked up speed as Brian’s strong hands squeezed your tender flesh, and brazenly pulled apart your arse cheeks to see the slick sex between them. The masculine purr that filled the room made you clench. You were sure he could feel it.

“So wet, Y/N... practically dripping. What a naughty girl you are.” Brian’s grin was evident in his voice. “You’ll get ten spanks tonight.” He let go of your ass, but not before running his fingers up the slit between your legs. “And I know you’ll enjoy them.”

The swish of moving air was almost audible before he landed another slap on your opposite side. This time, you voiced a shrill cry, arching your back with pain and pleasure at the same time Brian hit you again, growling. “My beautiful slut.”

You thanked him for each one, as soon as the overwhelming burn subsided. You were acutely aware of Adam’s presence in the room, watching your debauchment. The thought of him seeing you like this- and the slight humiliation it brought- was overpowered by the thrill of depravity. For the next spank, you met his blue eyes.

SLAP! Brian hit you hard, again, and you groaned through the pain with your gaze locked. A surge of wetness flooded your inner thighs. It was darkly satisfying, to have your friend watch how desperate you were to be punished and used. You felt possessed; you felt loved. For Brian was here, and he, too, was presenting your relationship without shame. But that didn’t mean he’d let you off easy.

“Your arse is as red as your cunt,” said Brian. He left a pregnant pause, knowing how drawing Adam’s attention to your state would make you squirm. SLAP! “You look gorgeous with my marks. You look like you’re MINE.”

You thanked him for the complement, and for the spanking.

The burn in your lower half was pushing your limits, but it made the pulsing in your sex oh SO much better. You wondered briefly if you could come just like this, but you were interrupted by another harsh sting. Perhaps- if your legs didn’t give out first.

“Thank you Sir!” You screamed into the air, hoping in the back of your mind that the sound carried out past the door.

With six reps done, Brian gave his hand a break. You focused on the rushing sounds of your breathing. You scrunched your eyes closed, wrinkled your nose- as if somehow that would decrease the throbbing heat that spilled down your thighs. You loved the challenge, and how vulnerable you felt at this moment. Your muscles held strong, though shaking, waiting in hope for the sweet praise you treasured.

Brian’s voice eventually came.

“Good girl Y/N, we’re over half-way there. You’ve taken it well so far.”

Your teary cheeks stretched into a smile. Your heart fluttered wildly; your ass burned. There was almost nothing you wouldn’t do to please the man beside you.

You breathed a shaky gasp through the pain. “Th- Thank you Sir. Please... more.”

You yearned to be shattered completely: into a million pieces of ecstasy.

“Humpph... still greedy for a spanking? Does my little girl like my marks all over her bottom?”

You almost moaned aloud, still aflame from the wax and the spankings. “Yes Sir.”

“Why?”

“...Because then everyone knows I’m yours.”

Brian’s eyes grew wide and dark. His lips pulled into enough of a smirk that his sharp canine glinted between them, tantalizing you. “Good. Because I…” he drew out the words, smug as sin, “...rather like that too.”

God, you knew it. SLAP! The seventh spank hit the raw side of your buttock and made you scream your dedication. The pain made it real, how Brian desired you. He was jealous of Stuart earlier. Jealous of everyone else in the club who laid their eyes on you: in the lingerie he told you to wear. Brian had to mark and wreck you enough that there was no mistake who you belonged to.

The weighted truth of his actions was as raw as your red flesh. It made your head spin and your chest tighten to the point where it was almost a struggle to breathe. You almost forgot to thank him for the blow, but were reminded by the harsh snap of two long fingers.

“ThankyouBri!”

The words rushed out of your mouth, but you didn’t have time to worry for your mistake. Those same fingers plunged between your legs, collecting the ample juices that awaited them and resting against your swollen clit.

“You call me Sir when I’m inside your cunt.”

…FUCK. You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your inner walls squeezing down around Brian’s hand. It was the filthiest thing you’d ever heard from his proper English tenor. You felt depraved. But something deep inside LOVED it.

“I’m sorry Sir... Thank you Sir!”

The devilish fingers inside you moved with a singular purpose. They had a point to prove. You were dripping down your thighs, rocking against them even though your mind said no.

“Who are you?” Brian growled.

“I’m your little slut!”

SLAP! He hit you again, while his other hand was still buried inside you. The pain from your stinging flesh moulded into the pleasure in your channel. Every nerve fired with feeling. You could do nothing but moan your thanks, and give in to the rapture Brian wrung from your body.

“Are you gonna come, little slut?”

SLAP!

You weren’t given a chance to answer. Your body did that for you, with the way your pussy tightened around his fingers.

“Unngghhh... Th-” You could only sloppily attempt a reply, before wonderful pressure on the spot you needed it most tore another primal moan from your throat. “Uuuunnhhhh!”

Brian’s voice filled your ears completely: deep and dark and rough with unhinged desire. “Come for me. Show Adam what a perfect little slut you are for me.”

Everything was tight, hot, painful, throbbing. You were so close. Past the point of being overstimulated. It was like a dam of pleasure waiting to be released.

SLAP!

Brian’s wide palm hit you for the final time, and the burning sting spread across your bottom. You’d been on the edge for so long- from the wax and the spanking- that you were desperate for release. Brian curled his fingers inside you at the same time, and you were lost.

“Ahhhhh!!!” You moaned loud, bucking into the air and clenching around Brian’s hand. Slick streamed down your thighs; spit leaked from your lips. Your orgasm surged through your body with licks of pleasure that turned your bones soft.

When you could finally catch your breath, and Brian had pulled his wet fingers out and wiped them on your red ass, you found your voice. “Thank you Sir.”

“You’re welcome baby. Good girl.” He stroked your arse softly.

You’d come for the second time that night, but, again, something was missing. Your sex still yearned for something more- like you couldn’t come properly until his big cock was buried inside you. A dirty thought reddened your cheeks: Brian had ruined you over the weeks. You were shameless for him. Always wanting more.

Brian walked around to face you again, still on your knees. The large bulge was still clearly evident in his trousers. “Did you enjoy your spanking Y/N?”

“Yes... very much.” There was no use fibbing about something so obvious.

He tsked, and your foolish cunt clenched once more. “Such a little slut. I can’t even punish you... you like it too much”

You were exhausted, but still throbbing for him. You hung your head in acquiescence. It was still difficult to catch your breath.

Brian’s hazel eyes watched you carefully, despite the lust that still burned within them. True to his word and your trust, he was everything you needed him to be. “Colour, darling?” It was a gentle whisper, far from the growls earlier.

“Green...” you breathed, “So green. Just... catching my breath.”

You appreciated him checking in, but didn’t want to take too long out of the roleplay. This was what the club was for. This was what you’d wanted when you came here. You and Brian locked eyes for a moment, and your heart leapt when he nodded. He freed your hands from their restraints and let you off your knees.

Suddenly, Brian’s mask fell back into place. He turned to face Adam, who’d been watching everything unfold with eager attention. For a few moments you’d forgotten you had an audience. The swirling in your gut picked up speed once more, ready for your turn to watch.

“Look, Y/N, what your wanton behaviour has done to poor Adam...” Your mouth dropped open as Brian reached directly into the stunned singer’s trousers and pulled out his hard cock. “But he doesn’t get to touch what’s MINE.”

At that, the older man gripped the younger’s length in a vice-like hold. “Pathetic, Adam, lusting after something that doesn’t belong to you. So hard... and only from watching. You know I don’t like to share.”

“I- I’m sorry Sir.” Adam used Brian’s epithet with embarrassing ease after such a display, rather pre-occupied with the strong fingers wrapped around his cock. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Of course you will, my lovely boy. Of course.”

Brian started moving towards the bench beside where you were sitting, leading Adam by his poor, throbbing manhood. It was vulgar, but from the way the singer whined and shuffled obediently, you could tell he was in ecstasy.

The elder sat on said bench and positioned the younger below him. He let go of Adam’s poor cock, watching as it twitched hopefully before being left untouched. The singer’s sizable body looked small on his hands and knees. Long legs bracketed either side.

“How do you think you’ll make it up to me?”

Adam swallowed, and you felt your own mouth water too.

“Please can I suck your cock Sir?” You’d never heard him sound so sweet.

Brian’s rude, pink tongue wetted his lips as he shuffled forward on the seat. “You may.”

Flashbacks to last time, when you were in a similar situation, raced through your mind. Adam’s bobbing head. Brian’s penetrating gaze. Again, the guitarist made his younger companion do all the work. Adam had to unzip his fly, reach past the salt and pepper curls in his pants, and fish his cock from his tight trousers. Brian’s length lay big, proud, and half-hard before two eager sets of eyes.

“Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the size of that.” Adam’s gaze never left Brian’s cock.

Praise always caused the older man to preen, and this was no exception. “You flatter me – saying such pretty things – but I’d rather that mouth be put to better use at the moment.”

If it was possible, the singer’s eyes grew even wider, and he leaned forward almost unconsciously, seeking out his large prize. Your wet sex was still throbbing as much as your backside. You wished you were in Adam’s place, but, at the moment, you also wanted nothing more than to watch things unfold.

“You have a gorgeous cock, Sir.” Adam’s sultry line seemed to drip with sin. He was eager, and he was grateful. Yet there was a fire of determination in his bright blue eyes.

Adam worshipped Brian’s dick. He held it almost reverently in his hands, stroking the length. His sparking lips left soft, wet kisses across expanding skin. If you squinted just right, you could see the small bits of glitter his lipstick left on Brian’s shaft.

“Good boy,” Brian growled, remaining as still as possible with his hands on his knees. “You have to get me ready to fuck Y/N.”

Brian talked about himself like a stud in heat, staring down at the younger man working his cock. It did filthy things to your mind and your body. You stifled a groan, instead grinding down against the leather seat. You would sure there would be a mark left of your arousal, but you didn’t care. Not when Adam finally took Brian’s head into his mouth.

Perhaps Brian took longer to be coaxed to full firmness than someone half his age, but that just lengthened the amount of time you could spend watching the process. He’d had quite a few drinks tonight: his ever-present self-consciousness giving way to shameless desire. Watching also made you increasingly jealous, and increasingly desperate to be claimed.

The guitarist groaned, thrusting his length a little deeper past Adam’s painted lips. “Come closer babygirl... Come see how hard Adam’s making me.”

You shuffled closer on the bench, stunned into silence by the scene Brian created. When your knee brushed against his trousers, you stilled. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his crotch, where Adam was still working away with tiny sounds of enjoyment.

Brian chuckled softly, running a hand through the back of your hair and around the collar on your neck. “You can get closer than that if you’d like.”

You loved when he got like this: happy, confident, in control. There was a little fire inside you that burned in all the right places. YOU helped him feel this way.

“I’d love to.”

Brian’s smile gave way to another burst of laughter. He directed you down beside Adam, who popped off for a moment to catch his breath and give you a grin. There was just enough space between Brian’s thighs for the two of you, thanks to his ridiculously long legs and your willingness to sit practically in Adam’s lap.

You watched from inches away as the younger man licked and gagged on Brian’s cock. He was almost completely hard at this point, with a leaking tip and tight balls. It smelled heavily of sex, with a pleasant burst of Brian’s unique aroma.

The thick shaft and full scrotum looked massive against Adam’s face. Adam... who was experienced, determined, aroused, and a large man himself. Brian must look even bigger compared to you. The thought created a deep, rolling wave of renewed lust.

Brian was probably big enough that the two of you could work together. You could see the swelling in Adam’s throat as he tried to take him deep. The neglected inches of skin called out for your appreciation.

“Good boy Adam,” Brian drawled. His voice was beginning to get rough with exertion. “Licking my cock so nicely... You’ve been a delight all evening.”

The singer whined, squeezing his own dripping length, but refused to stop what he was doing. It was too much for you to resist; you leaned to join in.

Your lips connected with the soft, bare skin where Brian’s shaft met his stomach. You sucked gently and left wet spots for decoration. When you nuzzled his balls, the weight felt delightful on your nose. You were completely enthralled by the scent of him, and the way you made him moan.

“Fuck…" if it was possible, Brian widened his legs even further. “You two will be the death of me. An old man can only take so much.”

Between hungry kisses, you found your naughty side. “You can’t be done yet Sir...” your tongue darted out to lick a bulging vein, “...you said Adam needed to get you ready to fuck me.”

Perhaps it was the atmosphere, perhaps it was Adam’s support beside you. Perhaps it was the expensive rum running through your system. You reveled in your own shameful depravity, nestled between Brian’s legs lavishing praise in a wicked attempt to appeal to his ego and rile him up.

It worked. Brian growled deep, plunging one hand into the roots of your hair and one into Adam’s. “You naughty little sluts. I’M the one who’s been waiting all fucking night to get what I want.”

His cock was fully swollen now: hardened to its true size. He rutted into Adam’s mouth roughly and used you for leverage.

“Are you ready to fuck your little boy again, Adam?” Brian roared, “Now that I've made you hard again? Is he waiting outside for sloppy seconds?” Your fuzzy mind searched for context; he must have meant the man Adam ran off with earlier. The poor singer could only whine around his width. “Do you wish you could fuck him like I fuck YOU?”

Your cunt practically spasmed when you heard those words from Brian’s lips. Adam gagged on Brian’s thrusts. He had to squeeze the tip of his prick to keep from coming from the truth of the elder’s insight. Sweet, painful submission.

“And you,” Brian rumbled in your direction, not quite done, “My innocent little babygirl... You liked Adam watching you earlier, didn’t you Y/N?”

It was your turn to whine the affirmative. You buzzed from the delightful shame. It was bloody impressive how Brian could be so dirty while buried to the hilt between two younger lovers.

“You liked him watching me punish you.” Brian said it like a fact: one he’d confirmed through the experience moments ago. But he tempted you further into darkness. “Would you like it if others could see? If I fucked you outside, splayed out across the table so that everyone could see you’re MINE?!?”

And suddenly, his game became clear. As blindingly forward as the throbbing in your swollen sex. The whole night was leading up to this... the skimpy outfit, grinding in the booth, coming apart on his fingers with the risk of someone noticing at the bar. Finally, testing the waters in the private room with Adam, whom you trusted completely.

He’d waited through it all, and now he was rock hard, dripping with precome, and he wanted to claim you. He wanted to show everyone you belonged to HIM and only him. The thought made you tremble with fear and excitement.

And, God, you thought he deserved it. The corrupted, nagging desire came to your mind again. Brian always gets what he wants.

You turned away from his cock and looked into his deep, searching eyes. “Yes... please Sir. Show them I belong to you.”

Brian’s eyes squeezed shut, and his face contorted in ecstasy. Your pussy dripped. Your stomach clenched. It was like you were everything he’d always dreamed of.

“Fuck... Good fucking girl.” He pulled away from you both, looking at the wet mess he’d made of your faces. “Adam, thank you. Have fun with your little friend, and give him a spank for me.”

The singer coughed, still recovering from deep-throating more than 8 inches of cock, but managed a grateful smile and a wink. “I will.”

“Y/N, come with me.” There was no more time for sentiments. Brian stood suddenly and managed to partially cover his open fly and throbbing erection with his shirt. “I can’t wait another fucking second.”

Chapter 140: The Club: 6

Notes:

Alright!! The club chapters finally come to an end! And it's a nice loooong chapter for you guys. Hope you all enjoy :)

Daddy kink warning! I'll post the alternate tomorrow :)

Brian dragged you into the hallway, and your vision spun. Your skin felt hot and cold at the same time; shivers ran up and down your back. It was like every bit of adrenaline and lust in your body was vibrating your bones. All you could focus on was Brian’s big, warm hand in yours, and the bounce of his white curls as he pulled you impatiently in the direction of the table you’d reserved.

You felt like everyone could see the slick running down your thighs. The bouncing of your breasts from the fast pace. The red handprints and bits of wax on your bottom. The way you walked gingerly on your heels. The running makeup, the smeared lipstick. You looked a mess. It was more than obvious what the two of you had been doing in that room.

And, now, Brian was leading you by the hand through a sea of people, about to confirm there would be absolutely no doubt.

You belonged to him, and that would be made clear.

You had to bite your lip, still trailing after him like a puppy. The thought of Brian claiming you so publicly was deeply arousing, and the more you thought about it the more desperate you became. Because... Because it wasn’t just him claiming you. It was as much about him giving himself to you. All the watching eyes would see the glorious man you loved – tall, gorgeous, passionate – and they would see how you pleased him. How you could take his big cock, and make him come.

God, you could feel your walls clench even from the fantasy... and it was about to happen for real. Brian had turned your life into something better than you ever imagined.

The booth was sectioned against the wall, so there was a small amount of privacy, but, when Brian pulled you towards it and lifted you onto the table, you realized just how much everyone would be able to see if they chose to look your direction. And how much YOU could see, gazing out.

“Fuckin’ hell babygirl...” Brian growled, slotting himself between your open legs immediately, “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this. You’re such a good little girl.” He kissed you deep, and his tongue still tasted of strong alcohol. “Absolutely perfect.”

When he let you catch your breath, your hands immediately went to his front, pulling the remaining few buttons open to show his physique. The small swell of tummy made you weak; you pulled him closer to your core with your legs. “I want to do this Daddy. More than anything. Please.” You could feel his hardness against your soaked lingerie, and moaned loud enough for others to hear. “I need your big cock Daddy.”

Brian stared at you a moment, eyes wide and heated, before leaning in to attack your neck. Strong fingers pulled your tender ass towards him. His lips and teeth left a rosy mark just below your collar at the same time his freed manhood rubbed your opening. It was exquisite torture, to feel his length against your swollen clit. The promise of what was to come – what HE could give you – make you toss your head back and press your tits against him.

“Good little slut…" Brian snarled against your neck, reveling in the vulnerability you so willingly gave him. “MY little slut.”

His hands left your rear, one gripping the shaft of his ready, dripping, beautiful fat cock, and the other pulling apart your nether lips and shifting the material of your panties clear. His hands and penis looked huge against you. Their veins and wrinkles contrasted perfectly with your smooth skin.

The head of his cock rested at your opening, flushed and searing hot. Your eyes met for a moment and time seemed to stop. Despite the situation, despite the desperate wetness of your sex and the public area, the colours you found within his gaze were of pure passion and a love that made your heart clench.

Despite everything, a love like that couldn’t be wrong.

“I love you Brian.” The words left your lips with sincerity. This time, whispered gratefully, for Brian’s ears only.

You could see how your sentiments affected him as they lit up his face into a smile of rosy cheeks and crinkled eyes. “I love you too, Y/N.”

And then he pushed inside you.

You’d had his fingers twice tonight, but even that and the copious slick from your lust could not prepare you for the width of his cockhead. He was always so BIG. The slow strain of your walls stretching to accommodate his girth was rapturous. You felt so desired: so small, tight, and taken care of. He left you so unbearably, deliciously full. It was pleasure on the brink of pain, and as you cried out from the stretch, utmost satisfaction.

And it WAS slow. For all Brian complained of his waiting and stated his impatience, he filled you inch by torturous inch. He drew out every moment for your mutual enjoyment. You knew that this was one of his favourite parts of your coupling: when the size difference was most noticeable. He loved to feel the tight flutter of your walls as they struggled to accommodate him. He loved to watch the massive width of his cock disappear inside you, little by little. As you continued to moan and attempted to relax around him, his eyes were glued to the point of your joining.

There were other eyes watching too, and though all your focus was on the brutal, perfect stretch of his hard cock, you could feel them on the back of your neck. People could SEE how much you wanted him, and how much he wanted you in return. You pictured the image you made as you fucked on the table, daring anyone to comment. Brian, with his striking long legs and voluminous curls. His unbuttoned shirt showing his sexy chest and sinful stomach. His undone trousers, and the glorious cock that protruded from them proudly, sinking into your hole as his large balls swung loose. You, young and innocent in your angel lingerie. Your ass red and sore, covered with his handprints. Your petite form spread out and soon to be covered on the table by his much larger one, whining desperately as he filled you.

The thought was too much. Your cunt clenched and spasmed around him, tightening the already difficult fit into a vice-like grip. He was so hard within you. So BIG.

“Jeez- FUCK babygirl.” Brian closed his hands around your small waist. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He pushed in further, and the drag of his shaft along your straining walls sent a gush of heat and moisture. His guttural moans reminded you to relax, and you tried to do so, wanting him to bury his cock to the very end of your channel, where only he could reach.

“Please Daddy,” you cried, “Your cock feels so good. I need ALL of it, please!”

It was loud enough for the room to hear, and your show of shameless desire made Bri swear again, and plunge the remaining length of his manhood inside you. It gave you a thrill, to be so open, and to know you were driving him mad with people watching. His balls rested against your red ass; his long cock stretched you deep and wide, nudging against your cervix easily and rearranging your insides to accommodate him. His penis was big, past the point where a little pain made it all the better. You felt like you were being ripped apart in the best way possible.

You couldn’t form a coherent sentence, simply whining gibberish from the way his cock filled you. A few tears dripped down your cheeks. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, and Brian loved it.

“Uunnggh!” He grunted. “So good darling. You take me so well.” He kissed your forehead and murmured praises to bring you through the stretch. “Such a lovely girl for Daddy.”

It hurt, but it was so good. And with Brian whispering such lovely words, you were in heaven. He waited for you to adjust to his size within you. He held you tight and kissed you softly, showing his appreciation as you took deep breaths. His lips left little spots of wetness all over your face. The small growth of his stubble was slightly rough on your cheeks. Soon, in the midst of love and care, the discomfort gave way to desire.

You realized again where you were, and what was happening. The hard table dug into your back. Your heeled feet were splayed obscenely around Brian’s waist. He hovered over you close enough that his tummy touched your skin. His arms protected you, even though you were out in the open in the sex club.

Your entire body shivered. You wanted him to fuck you. But Brian was in his favourite position: above you with his cock buried deep, holding all the power. And he wanted to revel in it as long as his patience allowed.

“Are you doing alright?” he asked, as if you were the only two people in the world.

“...More than.”

A sparkle of mirth glimmered. “Hmm... good girl. Do you know how beautiful you look? Spread open on my cock like this?” His eyes bored under your skin. “You look gorgeous.”

It felt like intimate, private praise, but you certainly weren’t alone. Hazel irises flicked away, scanning the room for Brian’s other object of interest. When he found it, he smirked. “Adam is watching. So are a few others.” Brian groaned as the ensuing clench of your cunt squeezed his length. “Dirty girl... I know you like it.”

His words were put to good use as your juices soaked his cock and the table. He moved slightly, pressing into you again. The tiniest roll of his hips felt huge within your tight channel. Your arse pushed into the edge of the table.

“God you’re so fucking wet baby... So eager for Daddy.”

You nodded and whined, tensing and relaxing to appreciate every inch of his length. Brian just tightened his grip on your waist, laughing. And then he told you why.

“I see your little boyfriend is watching too.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, and your mouth popped open as you followed Brian’s line of sight. You had to crane your neck awkwardly, but when your blurry vision cleared, it clicked. “...Stuart?”

You shouldn’t have said his name. As soon as it left your mouth, Brian’s fingers dug into your skin. The longer nails on his right hand would leave marks.

“Whatever his bloody name is. That ignorant little twat from the bar.”

Your eyes scanned the crowd. Adam was indeed there, standing beside the smaller man you’d seen him with earlier. Your brief acquaintance at the bar was further down the room: in his pressed shirt and tight pants. He was making a point not to look in your direction. It took only seconds for his will to break and for him to lock eyes with you. You could feel the red on your face.

A larger part of you, however, was incredibly turned on. Here, there was no mistake how much you wanted Bri. His long cock was buried inside you on top of a hard wooden table. Everyone could see how he took you, stretched you. Everyone could see how you keened and submitted. You were two pieces of a whole: big and small, mature and innocent, taking and giving.

You made sure to keep staring into Stuart’s blue eyes while you grinned. Sometimes it felt good to be naughty. You played up your neediness and desperation for your older lover, arching your back off the table and settling Brian even deeper against your pelvis.

“I’m glad they’re all watching. I want him to see how you fuck me. I want him to be jealous. I want him to envy the way your big, beautiful cock stretches me open.”

Brian watched you with rapture: biting his plump lip and breathing through his proud nose in an effort not to ravage you that very second. You loved riling him up. You loved your jealous, passionate, spitfire of a man. But... you also loved his gentler side, and the unnecessary insecurity that smoothed his edges.

Giving a last glance at Stuart, who’s scrunched face was still looking in your direction, you pulled your upper body off the wood and found Brian’s lips. You poured all your lust, love, and desire into his mouth. You stole each other’s breath. When you pulled back, and you pecked again at the loopy smile he gave you, you knew you’d never love in quite this way again.

“I don’t care about any of them, Daddy. I only want you.” You looked at his beautiful face, and the truth had never been more clear. “I’m ready.”

It took a few seconds for Brian’s nostrils to flare, and for the masculine growl to rumble through his throat, but when it did... oh… you were completely lost. You were smitten with everything about this man, and you knew all the onlookers would be too.

He tilted your hips in place as he moved his own, circling slowly at first so you could feel the complete width and length of his cock. He was everywhere within you, so deep that you felt him against your womb. This was a man with over fifty years of experience pleasuring his women; he’d been blessed with size and practiced skill.

“Don’t hold back little one...” he murmured, “...I want them to hear how you scream for me.”

And with that, Brian pulled a few inches out, and slammed back into your tight heat,

“Aaahhh!” It was a dull, heavy pain that immediately switched to pleasure. “Daddy!” You cried out immediately, and the overwhelmed husk of your own voice aroused your further.

Brian set a slow, rolling pace. Every thrust stretched your cunt and pushed against the limits of your anatomy. You could feel the warm, weeping head of his cock forced against your cervix. The teasing pace made him feel so much bigger, as he dragged every inch against your nerves. It was wonderful to be taken apart.

“Good girl,” he growled. He was already breathing heavily from the exertion of holding himself back. You knew he wanted to make it last, especially with an audience. Brian was always a bit of a peacock.

You loved it.

When you both got into the rhythm- your pelvis grinding against his, his heavy balls slapping against your ass- Brian's left hand moved from your hip to your breast. He pulled your lacy bra down unceremoniously and squeezed the entirety of your flesh in his long fingers. The air was cold on your newly exposed nipple, but his hands were warm. Fire bloomed when he pinched you.

You knew Brian had grown familiar with your sensitive nipples, but you also realized he was doing it for selfish reasons. He chuckled when you moaned and squirmed, delighted to show the onlookers how he played with your body. He could do whatever he wanted- strip your top off at a whim- and you would let him.

“Such a pretty little girl,” he teased, panting through his movements, “...loves getting fucked.”

Embarrassment flooded your cheeks, and you wanted to accuse him of his lusts too. Of wanting to fuck, almost every night, when he pinned you down and indulged himself. But at the same time, Brian pulled his length almost all the way out, plunged back in, and all you could say was...

“Ss- Sooo.... BIG!”

It was practically a groan. Quite pathetic. But Brian got off on the size kink just as much as you did. Hell, he’d called you 'little' about twenty times tonight. The hand on your tit moved up to your throat, and you knew you’d done well. You enjoyed the weight of it pressing you down: the danger.

Brian chuckled, thrusting into you deep once more. “Isn’t that right? You love Daddy’s big. Fat. COCK.” Every word, he filled you as he snarled through his teeth. “Your tight cunt takes me perfectly. You’re MINE.”

You didn’t know if anyone else could hear his voice over the music, but if they could, it would certainly leave them wet. You could feel your third orgasm of the night bubbling beneath the surface, eager to arrive. And this time, you’d come around Brian’s cock and milk him properly. You’d get his hot spend inside you. His pleasure.

“Oh God... YES Daddy! I’m yours!” You could feel your cries forming beneath his hand on your throat. Every breath took deliberation now. Every sensation was focused.

“Good fucking girl.”

Brian’s movements were larger now: more aggressive. He’d been patient all night and there was so much passion to let loose. He took what was his.

The ridged veins on his shaft stimulated your tight walls. His thick cockhead claimed you deep. You watched in ecstasy as every thrust brought his belly against your skin; each exertion made his chest bounce and his neck muscles tighten. You were trapped in each other’s eyes, and neither wanted to look away. His gorgeous features filled all your thoughts, and you couldn’t leave them unsaid.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Brian’s movements didn’t stop, but his eyes opened a touch further. He looked at you for a moment with a tilted head- like there was something he still couldn’t understand about what he saw. Then, he pulled his delightful big cock out of your quim once more, and slammed back in. He chuckled as you moaned and the table screeched across the floor.

“Now I KNOW you’ve enjoyed the rum.”

You recovered from the penetration, dripping all over, and placed your hand where you could reach- his lovely round tum.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re gorgeous.”

You appreciated his beauty and his soul. It was highly erotic to know that others could see how you cherished him. You stroked him sweetly, while taking his massive cock on top of a table in full view of the public.

Brian stared at the hand on his stomach. He’d never understand your point of view, but, after all these weeks, at least you knew he believed you. He WAS beautiful, and you were proud to be with him. You let him – asked him – to fuck you where everyone could see.

Brian shook his curls and resumed his thrusts. “YOU are gorgeous, Y/N.” He tightened his hand around your throat. “I am the lucky man who gets to have your cunt.”

He returned to a brutal pace, maintaining his hand over your collar. It was a signal to stop talking, while he fucked you through his suddenly rosy cheeks. He was cute when he was embarrassed, but, you could tell he needed more now. And you always did what Bri wanted. Especially when he made you feel this good.

So, you focused on the width of him inside you, and let him claim you.

After a while, when you’d lost your mind to pleasure, Brian adjusted his angle slightly to avoid his weak knee, and he hit a particularly good spot inside you. You couldn’t help yourself: your inner muscles clenched around his cock, making the already tight fit almost unbearable.

“Jesus,” Brian groaned, “If you keep doing that I’m gonna come.”

As you looked into his bright hazel eyes, you smirked. “I want you to come. I want Daddy’s come inside my little pussy.”

His hips stuttered, but Brian held himself off with a deep breath. “FUCK- you naughty girl.”

You knew he was close at this point, and so were you. Despite his self-imposed wait and your previous two orgasms, he’d drawn the pleasure out until you were vibrating with need. You didn’t expect anything less when his goal was to show you off. Always the performer. God bless those little blue pills.

Suddenly, Brian pulled out of your hole. The loss of his big cock left you achingly empty. Even the gush of your fluids couldn’t stop the shock of cold. Before you had time to think, he flipped you over onto your stomach and pressed your thighs against the table.

With a smack on your ass, he pushed his cock back in and continued chasing his peak.

“God... yes. That’s it.” Brian mumbled praises about how good you felt around him. “So perfect!”

Your arse still stung from the slap, tender from the punishment it’d received earlier. Your head reeled from his casual dominance: you had no choice in how he moved you. The new angle was delightfully raw. Your tits pressed against the wood. His balls slapped your thighs. Everything was wet, and tight. The heat between you burned.

On your stomach, you could now see the room. You could see all the eyes watching you. The interest on their faces fueled your newfound exhibitionism. Their lust tightened your quim. The rarer expressions of astonishment, confusion and disapproval made your gut churn in a fashion that was more difficult to understand... but, with Brian’s shaft stretching you open repeatedly, it felt wonderful.

Some people sat with wide eyes and a downturn to their open mouths, unable to look away. Stuart was one of them. He turned his head away when you met his gaze; you had to stifle a viscous laugh. He, too, was mesmerized by the size difference on display. The eroticism of your desperate submission, and your lover’s unrestrained need.

Brian’s thick cock pushed you down against the table. You could feel your womb trapped between the wood and his shaft. Your ass trapped under his tummy. You were wonderfully, totally, willingly his.

Now you just needed him to claim you.

“Need your come Daddy, please!”

You whined the filthiest words that came to your mind, hoping to push him over the edge. But, the desperation felt too good for your own pleasure, and small contractions made your walls squeeze his cock. You wouldn’t last much longer, and Brian was determined to win in this moment more than ever before.

He slid one hand under your stomach to find the place your bodies joined, and so his strong digits could rub your clit. The other hand gripped your throat. His fingers seemed to wrap the entire way around your neck without struggle. When Brian used even the slightest pressure, you moaned with submission.

You threw your head back against his chest as he pulled your upper body towards his. He held your neck: forcing your chest off the table, and letting your breasts pucker from the open air. It was almost unthinking, how he held you. Needing you closer to him. Needing the slide of your skin against his. You were his little doll to play with as he pleased.

“You’ll get Daddy’s come... don’t worry.” He growled through his teeth, spitting in your ear with the exertion of holding and fucking you. “There’s nothing I want to do more than fill this tight little cunt.”

You couldn’t speak with his grip on your windpipe, and with the all-consuming pleasure. The only sound from your throat was a gargled whine.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and come around Daddy’s cock, aren’t you?” The consonants were hard from his lips. “...Your pussy milking every- Urnngh! - single. last. drop!”

Brian lost rhythm, moaning and bucking up into you erratically.

It was his pleasure that pushed you over the edge. The sound and feel of him losing control. Inside you. In front of a room of people. Brian was overcome with primal instinct: fucking up into your body with a singular goal. To take you, claim you, and breed you until you were ruined for all other men. Little did he know... he already had. Nobody would ever be as good as him. He was perfect.

Your cunt tightened around his thick cock, and you screamed as you came. For a brief moment, Brian loosened his grip around your throat. So everyone could hear you come apart for him. So Stuart would know just how perfectly Brian took care of you.

“Daddy!” Praise and thanks fell from your lips in one moaned word. Your entire body spasmed and pulsed in ecstasy. And still he held you. The fingers on your clit didn’t stop until the pleasure was just past too much.

The happy clenching of your orgasm brought Brian to his peak. He plunged his cock as deep as it could go, locking his hips against your rear when the first spurt of his come emptied into your womb. His hand tightened unconsciously on your throat. He held you and filled you, so that you’d never, ever leave.

“MINE!” He growled. Through the haze of your pleasure, you imagined how his clenched teeth would look: canines glinting in the club lights.

You couldn’t breathe as he finished, squeezing every ounce of pleasure and air from your body. His release filled you with a warm, consuming heat that spread throughout your chest. There was no better feeling than to be his.

And everyone could see.

All you could hear were Brian’s rough groans and the pounding in your ears. His hips ground the wet warmth of his come into your cunt. Fluids dripped between you, down onto the table.

When Brian’s pleasure slowly faded, he released his grip on your throat. Your torso quickly fell back down onto the table, and you were free to see the eyes watching you. Adam and his boy were still there; he gave you a wink, and the implication made your stomach flutter. It had been quite the show.

You caught your breath, and felt Brian do the same above you. You wondered if he was as pleased as you, to see the red faces and wide eyes around the room. If he liked Stuart’s begrudging attention.

Judging from the contented growl that rumbled down your back, he was. Brian pulled out of your cunt slowly, savouring the sight of his come flowing out. You could feel his ownership all over your skin. You missed the warm width of him inside you.

When he was free, Brian slapped your ass a final time, and then sat down on the booth with a dull thud, exhausted. The sound vibrated through the room- suddenly quiet, even with the music in the background. It was the final note of a blissful encounter. An ending statement.

Your already knew your bottom was going to be sore for days. And every time it hurt, you’d be reminded of how you felt tonight. How Brian grinned and flounced, because, hanging off his arm, was YOU.

Your shaky arms managed to pull your weight back across the table so you could look at the man of your dreams. Even after everything you’d just done, the dominant emotion in your heart was one of sweet affection. You loved him SO much that it seemed your chest would burst. He sat with his legs spread and his softening, wet cock still hanging from his trousers: too tired even to clean himself up. His shirt still hung open, now drenched. He’d done all that... for you.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, crawling over to sit on the edge of the table in front of him. You were always drawn to crave him close.

“Thank YOU.” Brian beckoned tiredly with his hand until your skin was within reach. “You were such a good girl, Y/N. Perfect.” He stroked the side of your face, rubbing a thumb under your ruined eyeliner. Slowly, gently, he fixed the straps of your bra and re-aligned your panties. He wiped your drying tears and sweaty brow. He straightened your collar. He ran his big hands up and down your bare legs, and, after breathing deep through his nose at the smell of your coupling, left the mess between your thighs untouched. When he was finished, he leaned back and admired his work.

“There. Just how I want you.” He punctuated his care with a kiss: sloppier than usual. ”Everyone knows you’re mine. ONLY mine.” His dark eyes stared at you for a moment, committing the image to memory. As if to save the night forever. His lids closed and he tilted his head to the ceiling: arms draped along the booth, wet curls touching his shoulders, cock and tummy on full display. The words that followed were almost resigned, with a hint of guilt that you enjoyed more than any proper girl ought to.

“God Y/N... you’re too tempting for your own good. You make a man dreadfully weak. At my fucking age... bloody hell.” Brian shook his head, and when he opened his eyes again, they focused solely on you. “I hope you enjoyed our little game, baby. Now... clean Daddy up.”

Your legs hopped down to the floor before your mind even processed his request. Your body slid under the table easily. All the while, your brain was whirring with the vulgarity of his request.

If request was even the right word.

Perhaps it was something in your nature. Perhaps it was Brian himself: the way he treated you and made you safe. Whatever the case, you felt snug between his legs. It was the perfect way to wind down.
Nothing could ever hurt you while he was above you. Everyone in the room knew you were his. The warm, fuzzy feeling of weightlessness had crept up your spine. Your head was free of worries. You were with Brian. Daddy.

And, as a bonus, he was letting you play with his cock.

“Thank you Daddy.” You got to work between his legs- your new favourite spot on the planet. You lapped at his soft flesh in slow strokes, simply enjoying the feel of him. The taste. The smell. You sucked lightly on the flushed end of his cock, determined to get every last drop of his pleasure. The long fingers in your hair that resulted made you smile.

Your tongue cleaned every inch of his manhood, and, as you were enjoying your task, you heard Brian order another couple of drinks from the waiter, whom he must have called over with a wave. The hand in your hair massaged your scalp with the same contentedness you felt inside.

Notes:

Phew!! Now we can get going with wrapping up the plot... how do you think our story will end?

Chapter 141: The Club: 6 (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as the previous chapter without the Daddy kink!

Brian dragged you into the hallway, and your vision spun. Your skin felt hot and cold at the same time; shivers ran up and down your back. It was like every bit of adrenaline and lust in your body was vibrating your bones. All you could focus on was Brian’s big, warm hand in yours, and the bounce of his white curls as he pulled you impatiently in the direction of the table you’d reserved.

You felt like everyone could see the slick running down your thighs. The bouncing of your breasts from the fast pace. The red handprints and bits of wax on your bottom. The way you walked gingerly on your heels. The running makeup, the smeared lipstick. You looked a mess. It was more than obvious what the two of you had been doing in that room.

And, now, Brian was leading you by the hand through a sea of people, about to confirm there would be absolutely no doubt.

You belonged to him, and that would be made clear.

You had to bite your lip, still trailing after him like a puppy. The thought of Brian claiming you so publicly was deeply arousing, and the more you thought about it the more desperate you became. Because... Because it wasn’t just him claiming you. It was as much about him giving himself to you. All the watching eyes would see the glorious man you loved – tall, gorgeous, passionate – and they would see how you pleased him. How you could take his big cock, and make him come.

God, you could feel your walls clench even from the fantasy... and it was about to happen for real. Brian had turned your life into something better than you ever imagined.

The booth was sectioned against the wall, so there was a small amount of privacy, but, when Brian pulled you towards it and lifted you onto the table, you realized just how much everyone would be able to see if they chose to look your direction. And how much YOU could see, gazing out.

“Fuckin’ hell babygirl...” Brian growled, slotting himself between your open legs immediately, “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this. You’re such a good little girl.” He kissed you deep, and his tongue still tasted of strong alcohol. “Absolutely perfect.”

When he let you catch your breath, your hands immediately went to his front, pulling the remaining few buttons open to show his physique. The small swell of tummy made you weak; you pulled him closer to your core with your legs. “I want to do this Bri. More than anything. Please.” You could feel his hardness against your soaked lingerie, and moaned loud enough for others to hear. “I need your big cock, Sir.”

Brian stared at you a moment, eyes wide and heated, before leaning in to attack your neck. Strong fingers pulled your tender ass towards him. His lips and teeth left a rosy mark just below your collar at the same time his freed manhood rubbed your opening. It was exquisite torture, to feel his length against your swollen clit. The promise of what was to come – what HE could give you – make you toss your head back and press your tits against him.

“Good little slut…" Brian snarled against your neck, reveling in the vulnerability you so willingly gave him. “MY little slut.”

His hands left your rear, one gripping the shaft of his ready, dripping, beautiful fat cock, and the other pulling apart your nether lips and shifting the material of your panties clear. His hands and penis looked huge against you. Their veins and wrinkles contrasted perfectly with your smooth skin.

The head of his cock rested at your opening, flushed and searing hot. Your eyes met for a moment and time seemed to stop. Despite the situation, despite the desperate wetness of your sex and the public area, the colours you found within his gaze were of pure passion and a love that made your heart clench.

Despite everything, a love like that couldn’t be wrong.

“I love you Brian.” The words left your lips with sincerity. This time, whispered gratefully, for Brian’s ears only.

You could see how your sentiments affected him as they lit up his face into a smile of rosy cheeks and crinkled eyes. “I love you too, Y/N.”

And then he pushed inside you.

You’d had his fingers twice tonight, but even that and the copious slick from your lust could not prepare you for the width of his cockhead. He was always so BIG. The slow strain of your walls stretching to accommodate his girth was rapturous. You felt so desired: so small, tight, and taken care of. He left you so unbearably, deliciously full. It was pleasure on the brink of pain, and as you cried out from the stretch, utmost satisfaction.

And it WAS slow. For all Brian complained of his waiting and stated his impatience, he filled you inch by torturous inch. He drew out every moment for your mutual enjoyment. You knew that this was one of his favourite parts of your coupling: when the size difference was most noticeable. He loved to feel the tight flutter of your walls as they struggled to accommodate him. He loved to watch the massive width of his cock disappear inside you, little by little. As you continued to moan and attempted to relax around him, his eyes were glued to the point of your joining.

There were other eyes watching too, and though all your focus was on the brutal, perfect stretch of his hard cock, you could feel them on the back of your neck. People could SEE how much you wanted him, and how much he wanted you in return. You pictured the image you made as you fucked on the table, daring anyone to comment. Brian, with his striking long legs and voluminous curls. His unbuttoned shirt showing his sexy chest and sinful stomach. His undone trousers, and the glorious cock that protruded from them proudly, sinking into your hole as his large balls swung loose. You, young and innocent in your angel lingerie. Your ass red and sore, covered with his handprints. Your petite form spread out and soon to be covered on the table by his much larger one, whining desperately as he filled you.

The thought was too much. Your cunt clenched and spasmed around him, tightening the already difficult fit into a vice-like grip. He was so hard within you. So BIG.

“Jeez- FUCK babygirl.” Brian closed his hands around your small waist. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He pushed in further, and the drag of his shaft along your straining walls sent a gush of heat and moisture. His guttural moans reminded you to relax, and you tried to do so, wanting him to bury his cock to the very end of your channel, where only he could reach.

“Please Sir,” you cried, “Your cock feels so good. I need ALL of it, please!”

It was loud enough for the room to hear, and your show of shameless desire made Bri swear again, and plunge the remaining length of his manhood inside you. It gave you a thrill, to be so open, and to know you were driving him mad with people watching. His balls rested against your red ass; his long cock stretched you deep and wide, nudging against your cervix easily and rearranging your insides to accommodate him. His penis was big, past the point where a little pain made it all the better. You felt like you were being ripped apart in the best way possible.

You couldn’t form a coherent sentence, simply whining gibberish from the way his cock filled you. A few tears dripped down your cheeks. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, and Brian loved it.

“Uunnggh!” He grunted. “So good darling. You take me so well.” He kissed your forehead and murmured praises to bring you through the stretch. “Such a lovely girl.”

It hurt, but it was so good. And with Brian whispering such lovely words, you were in heaven. He waited for you to adjust to his size within you. He held you tight and kissed you softly, showing his appreciation as you took deep breaths. His lips left little spots of wetness all over your face. The small growth of his stubble was slightly rough on your cheeks. Soon, in the midst of love and care, the discomfort gave way to desire.

You realized again where you were, and what was happening. The hard table dug into your back. Your heeled feet were splayed obscenely around Brian’s waist. He hovered over you close enough that his tummy touched your skin. His arms protected you, even though you were out in the open in the sex club.

Your entire body shivered. You wanted him to fuck you. But Brian was in his favourite position: above you with his cock buried deep, holding all the power. And he wanted to revel in it as long as his patience allowed.

“Are you doing alright?” he asked, as if you were the only two people in the world.

“...More than.”

A sparkle of mirth glimmered. “Hmm... good girl. Do you know how beautiful you look? Spread open on my cock like this?” His eyes bored under your skin. “You look gorgeous.”

It felt like intimate, private praise, but you certainly weren’t alone. Hazel irises flicked away, scanning the room for Brian’s other object of interest. When he found it, he smirked. “Adam is watching. So are a few others.” Brian groaned as the ensuing clench of your cunt squeezed his length. “Dirty girl... I know you like it.”

His words were put to good use as your juices soaked his cock and the table. He moved slightly, pressing into you again. The tiniest roll of his hips felt huge within your tight channel. Your arse pushed into the edge of the table.

“God you’re so fucking wet baby... So eager.”

You nodded and whined, tensing and relaxing to appreciate every inch of his length. Brian just tightened his grip on your waist, laughing. And then he told you why.

“I see your little boyfriend is watching too.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, and your mouth popped open as you followed Brian’s line of sight. You had to crane your neck awkwardly, but when your blurry vision cleared, it clicked. “...Stuart?”

You shouldn’t have said his name. As soon as it left your mouth, Brian’s fingers dug into your skin. The longer nails on his right hand would leave marks.

“Whatever his bloody name is. That ignorant little twat from the bar.”

Your eyes scanned the crowd. Adam was indeed there, standing beside the smaller man you’d seen him with earlier. Your brief acquaintance at the bar was further down the room: in his pressed shirt and tight pants. He was making a point not to look in your direction. It took only seconds for his will to break and for him to lock eyes with you. You could feel the red on your face.

A larger part of you, however, was incredibly turned on. Here, there was no mistake how much you wanted Bri. His long cock was buried inside you on top of a hard wooden table. Everyone could see how he took you, stretched you. Everyone could see how you keened and submitted. You were two pieces of a whole: big and small, mature and innocent, taking and giving.

You made sure to keep staring into Stuart’s blue eyes while you grinned. Sometimes it felt good to be naughty. You played up your neediness and desperation for your older lover, arching your back off the table and settling Brian even deeper against your pelvis.

“I’m glad they’re all watching. I want him to see how you fuck me. I want him to be jealous. I want him to envy the way your big, beautiful cock stretches me open.”

Brian watched you with rapture: biting his plump lip and breathing through his proud nose in an effort not to ravage you that very second. You loved riling him up. You loved your jealous, passionate, spitfire of a man. But... you also loved his gentler side, and the unnecessary insecurity that smoothed his edges.

Giving a last glance at Stuart, who’s scrunched face was still looking in your direction, you pulled your upper body off the wood and found Brian’s lips. You poured all your lust, love, and desire into his mouth. You stole each other’s breath. When you pulled back, and you pecked again at the loopy smile he gave you, you knew you’d never love in quite this way again.

“I don’t care about any of them, Bri. I only want you.” You looked at his beautiful face, and the truth had never been more clear. “I’m ready.”

It took a few seconds for Brian’s nostrils to flare, and for the masculine growl to rumble through his throat, but when it did... oh… you were completely lost. You were smitten with everything about this man, and you knew all the onlookers would be too.

He tilted your hips in place as he moved his own, circling slowly at first so you could feel the complete width and length of his cock. He was everywhere within you, so deep that you felt him against your womb. This was a man with over fifty years of experience pleasuring his women; he’d been blessed with size and practiced skill.

“Don’t hold back little one...” he murmured, “...I want them to hear how you scream for me.”

And with that, Brian pulled a few inches out, and slammed back into your tight heat,

“Aaahhh!” It was a dull, heavy pain that immediately switched to pleasure. “Brian!” You cried out immediately, and the overwhelmed husk of your own voice aroused your further.

Brian set a slow, rolling pace. Every thrust stretched your cunt and pushed against the limits of your anatomy. You could feel the warm, weeping head of his cock forced against your cervix. The teasing pace made him feel so much bigger, as he dragged every inch against your nerves. It was wonderful to be taken apart.

“Good girl,” he growled. He was already breathing heavily from the exertion of holding himself back. You knew he wanted to make it last, especially with an audience. Brian was always a bit of a peacock.

You loved it.

When you both got into the rhythm- your pelvis grinding against his, his heavy balls slapping against your ass- Brian's left hand moved from your hip to your breast. He pulled your lacy bra down unceremoniously and squeezed the entirety of your flesh in his long fingers. The air was cold on your newly exposed nipple, but his hands were warm. Fire bloomed when he pinched you.

You knew Brian had grown familiar with your sensitive nipples, but you also realized he was doing it for selfish reasons. He chuckled when you moaned and squirmed, delighted to show the onlookers how he played with your body. He could do whatever he wanted- strip your top off at a whim- and you would let him.

“Such a pretty little girl,” he teased, panting through his movements, “...loves getting fucked.”

Embarrassment flooded your cheeks, and you wanted to accuse him of his lusts too. Of wanting to fuck, almost every night, when he pinned you down and indulged himself. But at the same time, Brian pulled his length almost all the way out, plunged back in, and all you could say was...

“Ss- Sooo.... BIG!”

It was practically a groan. Quite pathetic. But Brian got off on the size kink just as much as you did. Hell, he’d called you 'little' about twenty times tonight. The hand on your tit moved up to your throat, and you knew you’d done well. You enjoyed the weight of it pressing you down: the danger.

Brian chuckled, thrusting into you deep once more. “Isn’t that right? You love my big. Fat. COCK.” Every word, he filled you as he snarled through his teeth. “Your tight cunt takes me perfectly. You’re MINE.”

You didn’t know if anyone else could hear his voice over the music, but if they could, it would certainly leave them wet. You could feel your third orgasm of the night bubbling beneath the surface, eager to arrive. And this time, you’d come around Brian’s cock and milk him properly. You’d get his hot spend inside you. His pleasure.

“Oh God... YES Sir! I’m yours!” You could feel your cries forming beneath his hand on your throat. Every breath took deliberation now. Every sensation was focused.

“Good fucking girl.”

Brian’s movements were larger now: more aggressive. He’d been patient all night and there was so much passion to let loose. He took what was his.

The ridged veins on his shaft stimulated your tight walls. His thick cockhead claimed you deep. You watched in ecstasy as every thrust brought his belly against your skin; each exertion made his chest bounce and his neck muscles tighten. You were trapped in each other’s eyes, and neither wanted to look away. His gorgeous features filled all your thoughts, and you couldn’t leave them unsaid.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Brian’s movements didn’t stop, but his eyes opened a touch further. He looked at you for a moment with a tilted head- like there was something he still couldn’t understand about what he saw. Then, he pulled his delightful big cock out of your quim once more, and slammed back in. He chuckled as you moaned and the table screeched across the floor.

“Now I KNOW you’ve enjoyed the rum.”

You recovered from the penetration, dripping all over, and placed your hand where you could reach- his lovely round tum.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re gorgeous.”

You appreciated his beauty and his soul. It was highly erotic to know that others could see how you cherished him. You stroked him sweetly, while taking his massive cock on top of a table in full view of the public.

Brian stared at the hand on his stomach. He’d never understand your point of view, but, after all these weeks, at least you knew he believed you. He WAS beautiful, and you were proud to be with him. You let him – asked him – to fuck you where everyone could see.

Brian shook his curls and resumed his thrusts. “YOU are gorgeous, Y/N.” He tightened his hand around your throat. “I am the lucky man who gets to have your cunt.”

He returned to a brutal pace, maintaining his hand over your collar. It was a signal to stop talking, while he fucked you through his suddenly rosy cheeks. He was cute when he was embarrassed, but, you could tell he needed more now. And you always did what Bri wanted. Especially when he made you feel this good.

So, you focused on the width of him inside you, and let him claim you.

After a while, when you’d lost your mind to pleasure, Brian adjusted his angle slightly to avoid his weak knee, and he hit a particularly good spot inside you. You couldn’t help yourself: your inner muscles clenched around his cock, making the already tight fit almost unbearable.

“Jesus,” Brian groaned, “If you keep doing that I’m gonna come.”

As you looked into his bright hazel eyes, you smirked. “I want you to come. I want your come inside my little pussy.”

His hips stuttered, but Brian held himself off with a deep breath. “FUCK- you naughty girl.”

You knew he was close at this point, and so were you. Despite his self-imposed wait and your previous two orgasms, he’d drawn the pleasure out until you were vibrating with need. You didn’t expect anything less when his goal was to show you off. Always the performer. God bless those little blue pills.

Suddenly, Brian pulled out of your hole. The loss of his big cock left you achingly empty. Even the gush of your fluids couldn’t stop the shock of cold. Before you had time to think, he flipped you over onto your stomach and pressed your thighs against the table.

With a smack on your ass, he pushed his cock back in and continued chasing his peak.

“God... yes. That’s it.” Brian mumbled praises about how good you felt around him. “So perfect!”

Your arse still stung from the slap, tender from the punishment it’d received earlier. Your head reeled from his casual dominance: you had no choice in how he moved you. The new angle was delightfully raw. Your tits pressed against the wood. His balls slapped your thighs. Everything was wet, and tight. The heat between you burned.

On your stomach, you could now see the room. You could see all the eyes watching you. The interest on their faces fueled your newfound exhibitionism. Their lust tightened your quim. The rarer expressions of astonishment, confusion and disapproval made your gut churn in a fashion that was more difficult to understand... but, with Brian’s shaft stretching you open repeatedly, it felt wonderful.

Some people sat with wide eyes and a downturn to their open mouths, unable to look away. Stuart was one of them. He turned his head away when you met his gaze; you had to stifle a viscous laugh. He, too, was mesmerized by the size difference on display. The eroticism of your desperate submission, and your lover’s unrestrained need.

Brian’s thick cock pushed you down against the table. You could feel your womb trapped between the wood and his shaft. Your ass trapped under his tummy. You were wonderfully, totally, willingly his.

Now you just needed him to claim you.

“Need your come Sir, please!”

You whined the filthiest words that came to your mind, hoping to push him over the edge. But, the desperation felt too good for your own pleasure, and small contractions made your walls squeeze his cock. You wouldn’t last much longer, and Brian was determined to win in this moment more than ever before.

He slid one hand under your stomach to find the place your bodies joined, and so his strong digits could rub your clit. The other hand gripped your throat. His fingers seemed to wrap the entire way around your neck without struggle. When Brian used even the slightest pressure, you moaned with submission.

You threw your head back against his chest as he pulled your upper body towards his. He held your neck: forcing your chest off the table, and letting your breasts pucker from the open air. It was almost unthinking, how he held you. Needing you closer to him. Needing the slide of your skin against his. You were his little doll to play with as he pleased.

“You’ll get my come... don’t worry.” He growled through his teeth, spitting in your ear with the exertion of holding and fucking you. “There’s nothing I want to do more than fill this tight little cunt.”

You couldn’t speak with his grip on your windpipe, and with the all-consuming pleasure. The only sound from your throat was a gargled whine.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and come around my cock, aren’t you?” The consonants were hard from his lips. “...Your pussy milking every- Urnngh! - single. last. drop!”

Brian lost rhythm, moaning and bucking up into you erratically.

It was his pleasure that pushed you over the edge. The sound and feel of him losing control. Inside you. In front of a room of people. Brian was overcome with primal instinct: fucking up into your body with a singular goal. To take you, claim you, and breed you until you were ruined for all other men. Little did he know... he already had. Nobody would ever be as good as him. He was perfect.

Your cunt tightened around his thick cock, and you screamed as you came. For a brief moment, Brian loosened his grip around your throat. So everyone could hear you come apart for him. So Stuart would know just how perfectly Brian took care of you.

“Uuunnngh!” Praise and thanks fell from your lips in one moaned sound. Your entire body spasmed and pulsed in ecstasy. And still he held you. The fingers on your clit didn’t stop until the pleasure was just past too much.

The happy clenching of your orgasm brought Brian to his peak. He plunged his cock as deep as it could go, locking his hips against your rear when the first spurt of his come emptied into your womb. His hand tightened unconsciously on your throat. He held you and filled you, so that you’d never, ever leave.

“MINE!” He growled. Through the haze of your pleasure, you imagined how his clenched teeth would look: canines glinting in the club lights.

You couldn’t breathe as he finished, squeezing every ounce of pleasure and air from your body. His release filled you with a warm, consuming heat that spread throughout your chest. There was no better feeling than to be his.

And everyone could see.

All you could hear were Brian’s rough groans and the pounding in your ears. His hips ground the wet warmth of his come into your cunt. Fluids dripped between you, down onto the table.

When Brian’s pleasure slowly faded, he released his grip on your throat. Your torso quickly fell back down onto the table, and you were free to see the eyes watching you. Adam and his boy were still there; he gave you a wink, and the implication made your stomach flutter. It had been quite the show.

You caught your breath, and felt Brian do the same above you. You wondered if he was as pleased as you, to see the red faces and wide eyes around the room. If he liked Stuart’s begrudging attention.

Judging from the contented growl that rumbled down your back, he was. Brian pulled out of your cunt slowly, savouring the sight of his come flowing out. You could feel his ownership all over your skin. You missed the warm width of him inside you.

When he was free, Brian slapped your ass a final time, and then sat down on the booth with a dull thud, exhausted. The sound vibrated through the room- suddenly quiet, even with the music in the background. It was the final note of a blissful encounter. An ending statement.

Your already knew your bottom was going to be sore for days. And every time it hurt, you’d be reminded of how you felt tonight. How Brian grinned and flounced, because, hanging off his arm, was YOU.

Your shaky arms managed to pull your weight back across the table so you could look at the man of your dreams. Even after everything you’d just done, the dominant emotion in your heart was one of sweet affection. You loved him SO much that it seemed your chest would burst. He sat with his legs spread and his softening, wet cock still hanging from his trousers: too tired even to clean himself up. His shirt still hung open, now drenched. He’d done all that... for you.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, crawling over to sit on the edge of the table in front of him. You were always drawn to crave him close.

“Thank YOU.” Brian beckoned tiredly with his hand until your skin was within reach. “You were such a good girl, Y/N. Perfect.” He stroked the side of your face, rubbing a thumb under your ruined eyeliner. Slowly, gently, he fixed the straps of your bra and re-aligned your panties. He wiped your drying tears and sweaty brow. He straightened your collar. He ran his big hands up and down your bare legs, and, after breathing deep through his nose at the smell of your coupling, left the mess between your thighs untouched. When he was finished, he leaned back and admired his work.

“There. Just how I want you.” He punctuated his care with a kiss: sloppier than usual. ”Everyone knows you’re mine. ONLY mine.” His dark eyes stared at you for a moment, committing the image to memory. As if to save the night forever. His lids closed and he tilted his head to the ceiling: arms draped along the booth, wet curls touching his shoulders, cock and tummy on full display. The words that followed were almost resigned, with a hint of guilt that you enjoyed more than any proper girl ought to.

“God Y/N... you’re too tempting for your own good. You make a man dreadfully weak. At my fucking age... bloody hell.” Brian shook his head, and when he opened his eyes again, they focused solely on you. “I hope you enjoyed our little game, baby. Now... clean me up.”

Your legs hopped down to the floor before your mind even processed his request. Your body slid under the table easily. All the while, your brain was whirring with the vulgarity of his request.

If request was even the right word.

Perhaps it was something in your nature. Perhaps it was Brian himself: the way he treated you and made you safe. Whatever the case, you felt snug between his legs. It was the perfect way to wind down.
Nothing could ever hurt you while he was above you. Everyone in the room knew you were his. The warm, fuzzy feeling of weightlessness had crept up your spine. Your head was free of worries. You were with Brian. Sir.

And, as a bonus, he was letting you play with his cock.

“Thank you Sir.” You got to work between his legs- your new favourite spot on the planet. You lapped at his soft flesh in slow strokes, simply enjoying the feel of him. The taste. The smell. You sucked lightly on the flushed end of his cock, determined to get every last drop of his pleasure. The long fingers in your hair that resulted made you smile.

Your tongue cleaned every inch of his manhood, and, as you were enjoying your task, you heard Brian order another couple of drinks from the waiter, whom he must have called over with a wave. The hand in your hair massaged your scalp with the same contentedness you felt inside.

Chapter 142: Too Much of a Good Thing

Notes:

Hi everyone! This is an interesting chapter, but oddly enough one I've had planned for a while! It may not be what you're expecting but I think it sheds some light on an important aspect of our lovers' relationship. They've had their ups and downs, and, yeah it isn't always the most healthy, but they have progressed in many positives ways too.

This chapter was inspired by some story I read somewhere - perhaps an account by one of the roadies? I can't remember for the life of me, but if you know please tell me!

Please enjoy! One small Daddy kink warning that I don't think requires another chapter, but let me know if you wish for one anyways!

xxDBM

You stumbled into the penthouse, muscles straining from the weight of Brian’s uncoordinated limbs. He leaned heavily against you as he walked- and though your vision spun slightly as well- you'd managed to get him out of the car with an apologetic smile to Allan, whose assistance had been declined as Brian was apparently “perfectly fucking capable” of taking care of himself.

Your eyes almost rolled again as you remembered his assured voice and wobbly stance. You’d both drank far too much tonight – caught up in each other, the club, and the taste of the highlife that Brian had forgotten and you’d never experienced – but at least you could walk straight.

Now, the door closed into the privacy of his chambers, and a groaning whine came from Brian’s throat. His bravado didn’t last long- poor thing. He all but collapsed onto the first couch he saw, pulling you down with him onto the cushions.

“Sorry darling,” he grunted, still holding you in a vice-grip. He buried his face in your hair and whined again as he snuggled against you. This, was the man who’d defiled you in public only hours ago.

Affection squeezed your heart. You loved every single thing about him. You kissed the rugged forearm that wrapped around your chest, smiling into the light hairs that tickled your skin. “How’re you doing Bri?”

You knew the answer before you asked; your query was more for his sake. You wanted him to be certain how much you cared.

“...I’ve been better.”

The words were moaned as pathetically as you’d expected. Brian was a delightful ham sometimes. You knew that, despite his sickness, he was smiling as you were.

You were happy to have the sexy rock star in your arms this evening; you were happy too, to have the querulous man he sometimes became after the fun ended. He’d thrown himself into everything tonight. And you knew that, by some strange logic only found within Brian’s mind, he’d done it for your sake. To prove something he didn't need to.

“Is there anything I can do?” You were still tipsy yourself, and a part of you was surprisingly eager to play nursemaid.

His warm breath heated your hair as he replied slowly. “No Y/N... you’ve done enough already.”

“Hey!” You slapped him softly on the side: the only place you could currently reach. The distinct high and low of both your chuckles filled your ears. You adored his teasing, and pushed aside the sliver of truth that came with it. “The rum was your decision, if I recall.”

“Hmmm...” the swell of his pursed lips pressed against your head. “I told you- you're a bad influence.”

You did roll your eyes that time, safe in the knowledge Brian couldn’t see. “And what does that make you then, Daddy?”

At the mention of his moniker, the long arms around you tightened. He was more than aware of what he’d done to you tonight. Of how he’d stolen you away for weeks and taught you things you’d never before imagined. How he’d become your entire world. You could feel his throat move when he swallowed.

“Oh... shut up you.”

His grip tightened further, and you giggled quietly in your cage, content to be his teddy bear for the time being.

...

Your cuddle was interrupted when one of Brian’s moans came with a warning. He bristled beneath you suddenly, and your eyes shot open with worry. Your feet caught you when Brian leapt off the couch and stumbled his way to the bathroom. Oh God. Upon the first sounds of retching, you tentatively followed.

An unwelcome feeling of nervousness settled within your chest, but you pushed through it. You knew he wouldn’t like you to see him like this. But you worried about him. No matter what awaited you through the doorway, you were determined to lend a hand.

The sight that greeted you wasn’t pleasant. Brian’s long form hunched over the toilet bowl. His sore knees on the hard tile. It seemed his whole body shook with the force of his heaving. He was far too preoccupied to notice you standing there.

It hurt you to see him like this. Brian was almost a god in your mind: always dependable, powerful, impressive. But here, he was also human. It was a fact you too often forgot.

“It’ll be okay Bri,” you called. His sorrowful noises seemed to need reassurance. “You’ll feel better soon.”

Now that it was impossible not to notice your presence, Brian’s eyes looked wide and scared when they met yours. He shook his head quickly before another mouthful of vomit forced him back to the toilet. The grunting sounds and shooing hands made it clear that he didn’t want you to stay.

Between rasping breaths and dripping spittle, Brian groaned out his stubborn words. “God, I’m sorry Y/N. Leave me be.” He was interrupted by another dry heave, and afterwards frowned in disgust at himself: gagging into the bowl. “Just let me die.”

He was being melodramatic, but as his knuckles gripped white on the porcelain and his stomach emptied bit by bit into the water, you couldn’t necessarily blame him.

He’d gone back to staring at the empty space in front of him, dreading the next bout of protest from his guts. His dismissal was a clear indication that he thought you would leave. It hurt your heart. Perhaps, sometime in his past, that’s what would have happened. Perhaps he had experience with the aftermath of parties that best be left as bad memories. But you watched him puke, again, into the glistening white curls that hung past his cheeks, and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped you.

With a quick burst of bravery that could only be created by love, you stepped into the bathroom with him and delicately held his hair back from the mess.

“Jesus- Fuck Y/N! Get outta here!”

He really wasn’t very intimidating on the washroom floor.

“You’re not gonna get me to leave you Brian. I don’t care. I’m here to help.”

The poor man heaved once again in your arms; your hand that wasn’t holding his hair started to rub his rounded back. You could feel the bones in his spine, and the shivers currently coursing through him.

“God... I feel like shit.” Brian groaned his words out, followed by a slew of subsequent retching sounds that tightened his muscles beneath your hands. You stood by him throughout, waiting for the illness to pass. He must have had next to nothing left inside him at this point.

It took about a minute of pain and whimpering for the convulsions to finally stop, but you ignored his protests. As you held his curls and whispered sweet nothings, you wished you could take away his discomfort, though it was impossible. All you could do was be there for him, even as tears streamed down his cheeks.

After a moment of silence where Brian’s guts at last let him rest, he spat into the toilet bowl. His heavy breaths shook his chest. Trembling slightly, he sniffed the congestion that had gathered in his nose, and slumped further to the floor.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this...” Brian’s voice was tinged with a wretched cry, and your heart clenched when it devolved into weeping. You wanted to comfort him, but he was too far in his own head again. “I’m sorry,” he blubbered, “I’m sorry...”

The tears that spilled from his sorrowful eyes caused your own to form. You knew the alcohol was playing with his emotions, but it was still Brian beneath you. A Brian that was as raw, vulnerable and open as you’d ever seen him. A Brian that needed support and affection.

“You’re fine, Love.” You resumed rubbing his back. “I’m here.”

Your words just made shake his head, but you couldn’t miss the way his large body leaned into your touch.

“...I’ve ruined your special night.”

You frowned at his assumption, uncaring that he couldn’t see it. “No, you haven’t.”

Sniff… “Yes I did.” He gagged again, but produced nothing.

The man was so dreadfully stubborn, especially when it came to being critical of himself. You needed desperately to take him out of his head. You understood the guilt that drowned him; you had to show him it wasn’t true. Snap him out of it.

“Bri- If you think this outweighs the three AMAZING orgasms you gave me and the memories that will last a lifetime, then you’re delusional.” You almost had to fight a smile, having gone from the club to the situation you were in now. “You MADE this night. I’m just sorry you’re feeling so shitty.”

Remarkably, Brian sniffed again, but there was a silence as his cries slowly stopped.

“I’m seventy-fucking-two. Feeling shitty is a daily occurrence.”

That was something you knew you couldn’t relate with, but you empathized with the difficulties of aging. Each day you watched the little things that he had to work a little harder at. You saw the way he looked at himself in the mirror, frowning. But, rubbing his back, you also knew how he looked in your eyes. And you knew you made him believe it too.

“You’ll feel better tomorrow.”

Brian snorted, almost choking, and huffed a sarcastic laugh. “Maybe, but I doubt it. I don’t bounce back like I used to.”

You carefully parted his hair with delicate hands and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck. “Eventually, then.”

He sighed at the movements of your lips. You could almost feel the tightness in his shoulders leaking away. It was a sign to keep going: kissing and smiling against the faint sweat on his skin.

“Even after all these years I haven’t learned my lesson,” Brian grumbled, surrendering finally to your comfort.

It was ambiguous if he meant only the drinking, or if his being wrapped in your arms was somehow bittersweet. Caught in an impossible relationship that could only exist on tour. Stuck following his heart, afraid of losing everything else in the process.

You were both trapped in overwhelming, cloying love. The kind that made you want to cry from the feeling. To fuck, again and again, because that was the only thing that was simple. But, yet, as you held Brian in your small hands, whatever it was you shared, worked just as well here in a bathroom of tears as it did in an exclusive club.

And still, you were wary of Brian’s sore knees on the tile. “Let’s get you out of here Bri,” you coaxed him, slowly and crotchety, off the floor. “Nice and steady.”

When you were sure that he had his balance, you flushed the evidence of his miscalculation away- never to be discussed again.

You brushed your teeth silently beside each other, trying not to watch the way Brian frowned at the distaste in his mouth. It went unsaid that his rooms were now always stocked with a spare toothbrush.

Your eyes flicked to the shower, but then back to Bri, who looked like he was going to collapse at any moment. His heavy eyes- half closed- were adorable. He looked cute, in the soft light, with his messy hair... and toothpaste all over his face. You realized, then, that if you found him attractive now, there would never be a time you didn’t. The thought alone made you smile.

How you wished that smile would spread its way to Brian. Despite the layers of grunge from the club, the shower would have to wait. You spat your toothpaste in the sink.

Once you were both finished the – frankly – bare minimum hygiene required, you took another moment to look at his reflection in the mirror. Your height difference was apparent: your head at his shoulder. It reminded you of one of your first days together. One of the first times you’d seen the softer side of Brian. Back, a lifetime ago, in your little apartment in Dallas. Just like then, when hazel eyes realized how affectionately you stared, they couldn’t quite handle the weight of it. He looked quickly to the floor, face strained.

It was that slight downturn that made you need to kiss his lips all the more. You pressed to your tiptoes and leaned into a surprised Brian, who squawked as you pulled his neck down to give you access. There was a quick hint of mint as your mouths met, but it was fleeting. Brian moved away after allowing only the most chaste peck.

Still, you’d got him out of his head. It would take him a little longer to decide he deserved your affection.

“Come to bed,” he said, “...please.” The last bit added after he realized his uncomfortableness came off a bit rude.

You took it as a positive that he was no longer pushing you away. He presented only his best self to the world. He wanted you with him at his low points.

“Of course Bri. It’s been a long night. But you HAVE to drink some water first.”

It was only your proximity that allowed you to hear the masculine groan of agreement. Getting a glass of much-needed hydration from the sink, you handed it to Brian. He nodded his thanks. The slow bob of his Adam's apple was mesmerizing as he drank in front of you. The smacking “ahhh” of his satiation was even more so.

Despite the difficulties, you knew in your heart there was nothing you wouldn’t do for this man. You took him to the bedroom: smitten and doting.

Brian collapsed to the bed and rubbed his temples as you downturned the sheets. He threw off his soiled shirt and unbuttoned his trousers, peeling them half-off his long thighs. You came back around the mattress to help him with the rest. Shoes, socks, and finally the trousers joined his shirt on the floor.

“Thanks darling.” Brian’s mumbled voice was already rough with sleep as he curled up under the covers in his underpants.

Quickly, you peeled off your own clothing. The beautiful lingerie piled on the carpet too, until all that was left was your bare skin to tuck against his. You nuzzled up beside him immediately. It was only then, lying down, that you remembered how much you'd drunk as well. Despite the spinning room, it was easy to fall into the steady rhythm of Brian's breaths. His foot slotted between your calves, rubbing softly. Almost for some unconscious assurance that you were there.

As the weight of sleep began to press you down as well, and you felt yourself drifting off into dreams, you whispered, quiet as a mouse, against Brian’s shoulder. “Thank you for tonight. I enjoyed every minute of it... because I was with you.”

Your lips pressed against his skin for good measure, enjoying the warmth. You couldn’t tell if Brian heard you or not, but the slow, deep breath that released from his chest seemed to carry his worries with it.

And when he was content, the tightness in your chest could finally relax.

…

You and Bri woke up around 2pm the next day. Life with a rock star was beginning to affect your circadian rhythm.

However, as he pulled you into the massive shower with him – breakfast on its way upstairs – it certainly had its upsides too.

The hot water finally washed away the residue of last night. Well... those that could be washed away anyways. Brian’s big hands enjoyed exploring the more permanent marks he’d left. Your bottom was still tender, but his palms kneading your flesh were a welcome comfort.

When shampooing and plentiful conditioning were finished, Brian stalled, slowly turning somber. His feet stuttered a bit on the floor. “About last night...”

You turned to face him, catching his anxious eyes staring down at you.

“...I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t say any more. He didn’t need to - silly man. You'd have to reassure him for eternity.

“Don’t mention it. I was happy to help. I’ll always be happy to help. God knows you’ve done enough for me.” You rubbed his side as you smiled up at him, expressing the truth of your words.

The timid eyes turned sparkling, and Brian leaned down to kiss your forehead. It was a gesture you’d grown to know showed his appreciation, more than he could express in other ways. The best understanding was through the care you showed each other.

“I don’t know what I would have done without you baby.”

He pulled you into a hug, and you squeezed back before replying. “You’d probably still be lying on the floor, groaning about your throbbing head.”

Brian chuckled softly, running his hands up and down your back. “I’ll still be groaning about me head ‘til sundown. You’re stuck with an old man I’m afraid.”

“I’m in LOVE, Bri, with a brilliant man.”

“And I, a delightful girl.”

Chapter 143: Cockwarming

Notes:

Hi everyone!! I'm back! Sorry the chapters take so long these days... hopefully they'll come a little quicker for a while.

Hope you enjoy this one! Daddy kink warning, but I'll have to wait until after the weekend to post the alternate version - very busy sorry!

Also, the amazing @XanaduHoneydew has created some more fanart for this chapter!!! (It's very steamy) Go check out her other piece on chapter 113 if you haven't yet! Give her some love!!

It was no surprise that Bri didn’t feel like going out that night. After the wild events yesterday, you were both happy to stay in his rooms. He nursed his hangover most of the day; you helped where you could. It was easy to forget about your own headache when you saw his grateful smiles.

It seemed like a dress rehearsal for domesticity. Your insides twitched and fluttered happily from the smallest of things. Passing him some tea, laughing at the same scene on the television, losing yet another game of Scrabble by a few points. The slight scowl he couldn’t conceal when you did finally manage to win... Playing one more game so he could set things right with his smug little smirk.

You could see why Roger refused to partake. No matter- there was a certain pleasure in seeing Brian win. This was the man who took care of you. Intelligent, knowledgeable, experienced.

Also... he’d worn nothing but a robe since the shower. And neither had you, apart from your collar. The evening was full of delightful glimpses of his chest, stomach and upper thighs in all their hairy, creamy glory. Splayed out on the couch as he was - head propped on his hand grinning from his victory – his robe fell open to show a soft nipple. You simply had to reward his win by running your hands down his chest and under the robe for a snuggle. Nothing like gentle belly rubs to fix an upset stomach.

Once Brian felt he was able to eat, you ordered dinner for the two of you to enjoy in the room. You were going to eat and then watch a movie together afterwards. The food was simple, yet delicious. Your conversation flowed freely as always. Tonight, the topics eventually drifted to what happened at the club, and what you thought Adam got up to. You were growing steadily more aroused as you thought back to last night.

“The poor thing...” you reminisced about the expression on Adam’s face when Bri’s hand was around his cock, “...He looked like he was gonna burst when we were in the room together!”

Brian chuckled at your observation, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I can’t resist teasing that boy.”

“I don’t think you can resist teasing anyone Bri.”

Crinkles formed at the edges of his eyes. “Point taken.” He said, but then his pupils darkened and spent time roaming your body, especially where the neckline of the robe hung low on your chest. “But don’t act like you’re so innocent yourself my dear. I’ve been trying to resist temptation all day.”

Swallowing your mouthful, you looked at him directly. The thought of letting him devour you here and now sent a shiver up your back. But you both didn’t want the game to end that quickly.

“As have I. Or have you forgotten we’re wearing the exact same thing? And you’ve been lounging around knowing perfectly well how much I want you.” Your eyes gestured to his own robe, which had become splayed so obscenely that you could see the folds where his tummy met his chest, the old scar around his navel, and the thicker trail of hair leading to the prize below it.

Brian simply smirked, readjusting in his chair, but certainly not fixing his attire. He grasped a head of roasted broccoli between his fingers and slowly brought it from the plate to his mouth. He chewed in silence, and you couldn’t bear it anymore.

“I take it you’re feeling better?”

He finished his bite. “Slowly, yes. Thanks to you.”

“Good.” Your eyes narrowed at him, but you wouldn’t be the first to cave. “And it was no trouble at all. I had a great day spending time with you.”

Brian laughed out loud at your forced chipper tone and painted smile. He knew he was winning. It shouldn’t have been so damn attractive. “Yes... you’ve been very helpful.”

Suddenly, his eyes dropped to your finished plate. “Touch yourself for me.”

He picked up another forkful of his own dinner as if he’d said nothing at all, and then burrowed his gaze into your soul as he chewed.

“Here?” you squeaked, “At the table?”

Your core was immediately wet, pulsing nervously at the debauchment of it all. You hesitated, unsure what to do, but Brian’s dark eyes said everything.

Slowly, you pulled the sides of your robe apart, exposing your breasts. Your nipples peaked immediately as they met the open air. Brian seemed to appreciate this fact very much; he hummed through his next mouthful, never taking his eyes off you.

You cupped the undersides of your breasts, squeezed your flesh, and then let them fall back into place. Kneading them again and again, under the watchful gaze of Brian, you could feel your arousal grow quickly. Your hips arched in a fruitless attempt to find friction on your sex; your hips rocked in the chair. You felt like a shameless slut: getting off from your own ministrations. But it was all because Brian was watching. You were a slut for him.

Before long, you couldn’t resist playing with your nipples. They were hard, sensitive, and it only took a light pinch to send a warm jolt of pleasure through your body. You rolled the buds between your fingers, tossing your head back and moaning quietly from the sensation. Your hips were moving in rhythm now. The robe soon fell off your shoulders so that your whole torso was exposed for Brian.

The throbbing between your legs grew until it couldn’t be ignored. Every second his dark eyes roamed your body, every appreciative lick of his lips... it all went straight to your core. Here, putting on a show for him, it was like your body existed entirely for Brian’s pleasure. You were practically naked at the dining table, writhing and touching your breasts, all because he’d asked you to. Told you to.

Your pussy dripped at the thought. You reached a hand down your stomach, seeking your desperate clit, but you were stopped by a booming voice.

“No darling,” Brian said, “You’re not touching that little cunt tonight.” He pushed his chair back from the table and put his cutlery on his plate, ignoring how desperate you were. “Is there dessert?”

You stilled - mouth slightly agape – trying to process his words and the tightening they caused in your gut. It was almost in panic that you put your hands back on the table, wringing them unconsciously. You knew you’d asked him to push into new territories with your sexual play, but you didn’t expect your body to react this well. There was something about Brian’s casual domination that burned like dark fire. You loved being his: however and whenever he wanted.

“Yes... I did order dessert,” you replied.

Brian’s eyes watched you squirm, lingering over your bare skin. Expectantly, he raised a silver brow when you said nothing further.

“I’ll go get it!” You quickly shot up from the chair, uncaring that your robe fell completely to the floor in your efforts to please Bri. It was as if the little weight of erotic confusion had lifted, now that you knew how to obey.

You almost ran to the fridge, where you’d put the pieces of chocolate cake room service brought up. Brian was waiting eagerly at the table. It was at times like these, with you leaning down to serve him, that you wished you could bake for him yourself. Sadly, in the hotels, this would have to do. You knew you’d never get the chance to do it properly; you tried to push it from your mind.

“Here you go Sir.”

You laid the plate down in front of him and put your own across the table. It was then that you finally realized your robe was on the floor. As you bent down to collect it, Brian stopped you.

“No darling. Leave it.” He took a bite of his cake, smirking as your obeyed and your bare arse met the cold chair. “Delicious.”

You followed his lead and tasted your own dessert. The rich chocolate coated your tongue. It was exquisite, but the only thing you could think about was how Brian’s stare hardened your nipples.

After a few seconds, Brian gave you a pointed look. “I didn’t say you could stop Y/N. Play with those lovely tits for me.”

You swallowed the cake in your mouth and the movement pushed against your collar. It was fitting: the only piece of clothing you currently wore, showing who you belonged to. You loved being Brian’s. You loved pleasing him. You loved the little twinge you got behind your navel when he pushed you.

You loved the dark lust in his eyes. You loved the affection that shone through. You loved the subtle astonishment he still had, that you truly enjoyed submitting to him like this. It was for all those things, that you forgot all about your cake, and your hands went back to your breasts.

Brian enjoyed the show in silence - save for a few moans. You didn’t comment when his free hand disappeared under the hem of his robe. He looked like he was in perfect pleasure, and after the dreadful way he’d felt this morning, you were glad. It was why you were here. You could hold his hair and wipe his brow, but you could also please his naughty side, and his cock.

You were soaking wet by the time Brian was done, but you never touched your aching sex. You were a good girl. Even as your clit begged for attention, you stood up to clear the dishes. Brian smirked at your dedication.

“Thanks for dessert darling,” he drawled lazily, and he smacked your bare ass when you turned towards the sink.

“Ahh!” The sting shot straight between your legs; you couldn’t prevent your shocked squeal. You loved his assured confidence. “Y- You’re welcome Sir.”

Brian laughed at your stutter. He was always charmed by your reactions... What you let him do to you.

What he was going to do to you next.

You hadn’t expected anything tonight. Not after the club last night, and his hangover today. But after a meal like that… you were looking forward to whatever he had in mind.

You put the dishes away and sidled back up to him, eagerness written all over your face. Brian’s own expression seemed more humorous. You weren’t entirely sure why... until he spoke.

“Time for the film now, I think. Right my dear?”

You knew your smile fell into a frown. What? You were wet enough that it dripped down your legs and he... “But I thought-”

“You were such a good girl during supper.” Bri didn’t let you finish. He was still smirking like an awful tease. “Thank you.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. You were silent as Brian stood up.

“Now, come watch the movie with me.”

He left, walking towards the plush armchair in the living room. But... you couldn’t miss the subtle bulge under his half-open robe. He wasn’t as unaffected as he tried to seem. When you didn’t immediately follow, Brian turned back.

“COME. Daddy needs you.”

There was no mistaking you’d follow now. Brian sat down in the chair, fully expecting you to be behind him. You were.

He untied what remained of his belt knot and flicked the edges of his robe aside. Finally, finally, you could see his beautiful cock. He was half hard, full and plump, sitting softly on the nest of grey curls. The tip was ruddy red. YOU had done that.

You’d done that just from touching yourself. From playing with your chest. From doing what he told you to do.

Brian saw you staring. He smirked. “Yes baby. You’ve made Daddy feel very good.”

He wrapped his large hand around his length. The delicate fingers played with his tip as he continued.

“You’ve been there when I needed you... all day." Hazel eyes looked at you, and you knew he was thanking you for caring for his sickness as well.

“But I need you more, Y/N. I need you constantly.”

The way he spoke... it was like, he was almost... sorry. But the heat and gravel gave him away.

“So come... warm Daddy’s cock. I need to feel that slick cunt clench around me.”

He looked straight into your soul. Raw and uninhibited.

“I need to feel how much you want me.”

Always.

That last word went unsaid. You heard it in the stare of his eyes. In the way you’d got to know him: know his needs. There was nothing more intimate than when you took his cock.

Your tongue wetted your lips. “Please Daddy.” You begged for what he desired.

Brian patted his lap, and you climbed over him as carefully as possible. Your legs had to stretch wide to accommodate his hips. You could feel the muscles in your thighs trembling as you held your weight long enough for him to line his length up with your warm, dripping hole.

He had to use his hands, but it was still ecstasy. Even only half hard, Brian’s cock was big, hot, and fulfilling. He stretched you until all the nerves in your inner walls fluttered, without the usual bite of pain his full size brought with it. Slowly, he lowered you down his length. Both of you breathed heavily at the exertion, and at the tight pleasure of being together once more. Your bodies fit each other perfectly.

Once your thighs met Brian’s, you let out a sigh of relief, and him a groan of satisfaction. He rewarded you with a brief squeeze of your waist, pulling you against his torso. You relaxed around him. It was always an amazing feeling to be so full. You focused on feeling everything, including the slight movements of Brian adjusting within you.

As you closed your eyes and melted into the warmth of Brian’s chest against your back, he placed a lingering kiss on the side of your face. You were completely surrounded, enveloped by him, and you wanted to stay like this forever.

“You always feel so good darling,” murmured Bri. His voice was that sexy blend of smooth and raspy that made your neck tingle. “Such a beautiful, tiny thing.”

“You do too Bri - I love it.”

You both got comfortable in the chair. You knew what he wanted now. You were going to sit and warm his cock for as long as he needed. It was something at the back of your mind that you’d longed to do, and now it was finally happening. The teasing stretch as his width filled your body was wonderfully erotic. As was the feeling of his warm tummy against your skin, and his strong thighs under yours.

“Now...” Brian said, “...What should we watch?”

…

It was only about halfway through the movie when Brian started to get restless. You knew you were light enough not to bother him sitting on his lap; he could move you how he wanted if the position got uncomfortable. No, his movements below you were for another reason. You thought you knew what when his hands reached up to your breasts.

Brian’s hands were warm. You felt like you belonged in his grasp, and you did nothing but moan encouragingly when he played with your flesh. Both of you were content to continue silently watching the film as his fingers explored you.

Brian’s cock had obviously softened during the many minutes since he’d entered you. He was still substantial, but the gentle connection was intimate in a different way than you were used to. Slowly, though, you could feel his arousal start to peak again, especially when his hips started to move against yours.

Perhaps you would be getting more tonight.

Your pussy was still wet from Bri’s cock sheathed deep inside, so he could move as his erection slowly grew. There was no way you could still focus on the movie. The feeling of Brian’s penis growing and hardening inside you, because of you, was more erotic than you ever imagined.

He took his time, silently using your body for his needs. Bringing you exquisite pleasure in the process. Brian was an older man; his body required more time. You would never fault him for that. He certainly faulted himself enough. It must be hard for him, you’d often thought, to crave so much sexual intimacy at his age. Rock and roll was a young man’s game. And yet it was in every fibre of his being.

Besides, by the time Brian was hard enough to thrust properly, you were already trembling with pleasure. The thought of him, alone, made you yearn.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Brian moaned, “Good girl.”

The movie was long forgotten.

You rocked your hips in time with his thrusts, groaning his name and his title. “Oh God, Daddy!”

His hands moved from your tits to your ass, to give him more leverage, and you spread your legs as wide as you could to take him deeper. His cock hit all the perfect places inside you. It made you whole. It made you his.

Slick sounds of slapping filled the room over the noise of the TV. Your bottom hitting Brian’s pelvis again and again as he drove home the pleasure. You were a tightly wound coil, teased for so long, ready to snap.

A glint of embarrassment crossed your face when you realized just how much you’d dripped on Brian, but he loved it.

“So wet for me baby.” He gritted the words through his teeth. You knew his release wasn’t far. “Your little cunt’s so eager for Daddy’s big cock.”

“Yes Daddy! S-so... DEEP!”

You struggled to answer while he overwhelmed you with pleasure. All you knew were the big hands on your skin, and the thick cock ramming your cervix. It felt SO right.

“Please! Aahhhh.... please Daddy!”

“SUCH a good girl... MY good girl...” Brian’s dirty words were lost to you as your climax took hold. You were almost... there...

“I love your cock Daddy.” You whined and clenched around him, chasing the pleasure he gave you. “I love YOU.”

At your words, Brian drove his cock deep and hard, growling - and you came. The orgasm burst through your body; you felt yourself squeezing his cock. Your sex desperately pulsed and writhed - to milk a climax from him as well. You were never complete until Brian was. Wave after wave of rippling contractions made you moan and squirm, until it pushed your lover over the edge.

Brian came inside you with a shout, releasing his warm spend into your womb, where it belonged. He trembled beneath you, but his hands gripped you tight towards him. Tight enough to leave marks.

“I love you too baby.”

 

Drawing by the wonderful @XanaduHoneydew !!

Chapter 144: Cockwarming (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as last chapter without the Daddy kink.

Please let me know what you think in the comments :)

At the end of this chapter there is an another amazing drawing by the artistic @XanaduHoneydew !! (Although this has some daddy kink dialogue bubbles)

It was no surprise that Bri didn’t feel like going out that night. After the wild events yesterday, you were both happy to stay in his rooms. He nursed his hangover most of the day; you helped where you could. It was easy to forget about your own headache when you saw his grateful smiles.

It seemed like a dress rehearsal for domesticity. Your insides twitched and fluttered happily from the smallest of things. Passing him some tea, laughing at the same scene on the television, losing yet another game of Scrabble by a few points. The slight scowl he couldn’t conceal when you did finally manage to win... Playing one more game so he could set things right with his smug little smirk.

You could see why Roger refused to partake. No matter- there was a certain pleasure in seeing Brian win. This was the man who took care of you. Intelligent, knowledgeable, experienced.

Also... he’d worn nothing but a robe since the shower. And neither had you, apart from your collar. The evening was full of delightful glimpses of his chest, stomach and upper thighs in all their hairy, creamy glory. Splayed out on the couch as he was - head propped on his hand grinning from his victory – his robe fell open to show a soft nipple. You simply had to reward his win by running your hands down his chest and under the robe for a snuggle. Nothing like gentle belly rubs to fix an upset stomach.

Once Brian felt he was able to eat, you ordered dinner for the two of you to enjoy in the room. You were going to eat and then watch a movie together afterwards. The food was simple, yet delicious. Your conversation flowed freely as always. Tonight, the topics eventually drifted to what happened at the club, and what you thought Adam got up to. You were growing steadily more aroused as you thought back to last night.

“The poor thing...” you reminisced about the expression on Adam’s face when Bri’s hand was around his cock, “...He looked like he was gonna burst when we were in the room together!”

Brian chuckled at your observation, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I can’t resist teasing that boy.”

“I don’t think you can resist teasing anyone Bri.”

Crinkles formed at the edges of his eyes. “Point taken.” He said, but then his pupils darkened and spent time roaming your body, especially where the neckline of the robe hung low on your chest. “But don’t act like you’re so innocent yourself my dear. I’ve been trying to resist temptation all day.”

Swallowing your mouthful, you looked at him directly. The thought of letting him devour you here and now sent a shiver up your back. But you both didn’t want the game to end that quickly.

“As have I. Or have you forgotten we’re wearing the exact same thing? And you’ve been lounging around knowing perfectly well how much I want you.” Your eyes gestured to his own robe, which had become splayed so obscenely that you could see the folds where his tummy met his chest, the old scar around his navel, and the thicker trail of hair leading to the prize below it.

Brian simply smirked, readjusting in his chair, but certainly not fixing his attire. He grasped a head of roasted broccoli between his fingers and slowly brought it from the plate to his mouth. He chewed in silence, and you couldn’t bear it anymore.

“I take it you’re feeling better?”

He finished his bite. “Slowly, yes. Thanks to you.”

“Good.” Your eyes narrowed at him, but you wouldn’t be the first to cave. “And it was no trouble at all. I had a great day spending time with you.”

Brian laughed out loud at your forced chipper tone and painted smile. He knew he was winning. It shouldn’t have been so damn attractive. “Yes... you’ve been very helpful.”

Suddenly, his eyes dropped to your finished plate. “Touch yourself for me.”

He picked up another forkful of his own dinner as if he’d said nothing at all, and then burrowed his gaze into your soul as he chewed.

“Here?” you squeaked, “At the table?”

Your core was immediately wet, pulsing nervously at the debauchment of it all. You hesitated, unsure what to do, but Brian’s dark eyes said everything.

Slowly, you pulled the sides of your robe apart, exposing your breasts. Your nipples peaked immediately as they met the open air. Brian seemed to appreciate this fact very much; he hummed through his next mouthful, never taking his eyes off you.

You cupped the undersides of your breasts, squeezed your flesh, and then let them fall back into place. Kneading them again and again, under the watchful gaze of Brian, you could feel your arousal grow quickly. Your hips arched in a fruitless attempt to find friction on your sex; your hips rocked in the chair. You felt like a shameless slut: getting off from your own ministrations. But it was all because Brian was watching. You were a slut for him.

Before long, you couldn’t resist playing with your nipples. They were hard, sensitive, and it only took a light pinch to send a warm jolt of pleasure through your body. You rolled the buds between your fingers, tossing your head back and moaning quietly from the sensation. Your hips were moving in rhythm now. The robe soon fell off your shoulders so that your whole torso was exposed for Brian.

The throbbing between your legs grew until it couldn’t be ignored. Every second his dark eyes roamed your body, every appreciative lick of his lips... it all went straight to your core. Here, putting on a show for him, it was like your body existed entirely for Brian’s pleasure. You were practically naked at the dining table, writhing and touching your breasts, all because he’d asked you to. Told you to.

Your pussy dripped at the thought. You reached a hand down your stomach, seeking your desperate clit, but you were stopped by a booming voice.

“No darling,” Brian said, “You’re not touching that little cunt tonight.” He pushed his chair back from the table and put his cutlery on his plate, ignoring how desperate you were. “Is there dessert?”

You stilled - mouth slightly agape – trying to process his words and the tightening they caused in your gut. It was almost in panic that you put your hands back on the table, wringing them unconsciously. You knew you’d asked him to push into new territories with your sexual play, but you didn’t expect your body to react this well. There was something about Brian’s casual domination that burned like dark fire. You loved being his: however and whenever he wanted.

“Yes... I did order dessert,” you replied.

Brian’s eyes watched you squirm, lingering over your bare skin. Expectantly, he raised a silver brow when you said nothing further.

“I’ll go get it!” You quickly shot up from the chair, uncaring that your robe fell completely to the floor in your efforts to please Bri. It was as if the little weight of erotic confusion had lifted, now that you knew how to obey.

You almost ran to the fridge, where you’d put the pieces of chocolate cake room service brought up. Brian was waiting eagerly at the table. It was at times like these, with you leaning down to serve him, that you wished you could bake for him yourself. Sadly, in the hotels, this would have to do. You knew you’d never get the chance to do it properly; you tried to push it from your mind.

“Here you go Sir.”

You laid the plate down in front of him and put your own across the table. It was then that you finally realized your robe was on the floor. As you bent down to collect it, Brian stopped you.

“No darling. Leave it.” He took a bite of his cake, smirking as your obeyed and your bare arse met the cold chair. “Delicious.”

You followed his lead and tasted your own dessert. The rich chocolate coated your tongue. It was exquisite, but the only thing you could think about was how Brian’s stare hardened your nipples.

After a few seconds, Brian gave you a pointed look. “I didn’t say you could stop Y/N. Play with those lovely tits for me.”

You swallowed the cake in your mouth and the movement pushed against your collar. It was fitting: the only piece of clothing you currently wore, showing who you belonged to. You loved being Brian’s. You loved pleasing him. You loved the little twinge you got behind your navel when he pushed you.

You loved the dark lust in his eyes. You loved the affection that shone through. You loved the subtle astonishment he still had, that you truly enjoyed submitting to him like this. It was for all those things, that you forgot all about your cake, and your hands went back to your breasts.

Brian enjoyed the show in silence - save for a few moans. You didn’t comment when his free hand disappeared under the hem of his robe. He looked like he was in perfect pleasure, and after the dreadful way he’d felt this morning, you were glad. It was why you were here. You could hold his hair and wipe his brow, but you could also please his naughty side, and his cock.

You were soaking wet by the time Brian was done, but you never touched your aching sex. You were a good girl. Even as your clit begged for attention, you stood up to clear the dishes. Brian smirked at your dedication.

“Thanks for dessert darling,” he drawled lazily, and he smacked your bare ass when you turned towards the sink.

“Ahh!” The sting shot straight between your legs; you couldn’t prevent your shocked squeal. You loved his assured confidence. “Y- You’re welcome Sir.”

Brian laughed at your stutter. He was always charmed by your reactions... What you let him do to you.

What he was going to do to you next.

You hadn’t expected anything tonight. Not after the club last night, and his hangover today. But after a meal like that… you were looking forward to whatever he had in mind.

You put the dishes away and sidled back up to him, eagerness written all over your face. Brian’s own expression seemed more humorous. You weren’t entirely sure why... until he spoke.

“Time for the film now, I think. Right my dear?”

You knew your smile fell into a frown. What? You were wet enough that it dripped down your legs and he... “But I thought-”

“You were such a good girl during supper.” Bri didn’t let you finish. He was still smirking like an awful tease. “Thank you.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. You were silent as Brian stood up.

“Now, come watch the movie with me.”

He left, walking towards the plush armchair in the living room. But... you couldn’t miss the subtle bulge under his half-open robe. He wasn’t as unaffected as he tried to seem. When you didn’t immediately follow, Brian turned back.

“COME Y/N. I need you.”

There was no mistaking you’d follow now. Brian sat down in the chair, fully expecting you to be behind him. You were.

He untied what remained of his belt knot and flicked the edges of his robe aside. Finally, finally, you could see his beautiful cock. He was half hard, full and plump, sitting softly on the nest of grey curls. The tip was ruddy red. YOU had done that.

You’d done that just from touching yourself. From playing with your chest. From doing what he told you to do.

Brian saw you staring. He smirked. “Yes baby. You’ve made me feel very good.”

He wrapped his large hand around his length. The delicate fingers played with his tip as he continued.

“You’ve been there when I needed you... all day. Hazel eyes looked at you, and you knew he was thanking you for caring for his sickness as well.

“But I need you more, Y/N. I need you constantly.”

The way he spoke... it was like, he was almost... sorry. But the heat and gravel gave him away.

“So come... warm my cock. I need to feel that slick cunt clench around me.”

He looked straight into your soul. Raw and uninhibited.

“I need to feel how much you want me.”

Always.

That last word went unsaid. You heard it in the stare of his eyes. In the way you’d got to know him: know his needs. There was nothing more intimate than when you took his cock.

Your tongue wetted your lips. “Please Sir.” You begged for what he desired.

Brian patted his lap, and you climbed over him as carefully as possible. Your legs had to stretch wide to accommodate his hips. You could feel the muscles in your thighs trembling as you held your weight long enough for him to line his length up with your warm, dripping hole.

He had to use his hands, but it was still ecstasy. Even only half hard, Brian’s cock was big, hot, and fulfilling. He stretched you until all the nerves in your inner walls fluttered, without the usual bite of pain his full size brought with it. Slowly, he lowered you down his length. Both of you breathed heavily at the exertion, and at the tight pleasure of being together once more. Your bodies fit each other perfectly.

Once your thighs met Brian’s, you let out a sigh of relief, and him a groan of satisfaction. He rewarded you with a brief squeeze of your waist, pulling you against his torso. You relaxed around him. It was always an amazing feeling to be so full. You focused on feeling everything, including the slight movements of Brian adjusting within you.

As you closed your eyes and melted into the warmth of Brian’s chest against your back, he placed a lingering kiss on the side of your face. You were completely surrounded, enveloped by him, and you wanted to stay like this forever.

“You always feel so good darling,” murmured Bri. His voice was that sexy blend of smooth and raspy that made your neck tingle. “Such a beautiful, tiny thing.”

“You do too Bri - I love it.”

You both got comfortable in the chair. You knew what he wanted now. You were going to sit and warm his cock for as long as he needed. It was something at the back of your mind that you’d longed to do, and now it was finally happening. The teasing stretch as his width filled your body was wonderfully erotic. As was the feeling of his warm tummy against your skin, and his strong thighs under yours.

“Now...” Brian said, “...What should we watch?”

…

It was only about halfway through the movie when Brian started to get restless. You knew you were light enough not to bother him sitting on his lap; he could move you how he wanted if the position got uncomfortable. No, his movements below you were for another reason. You thought you knew what when his hands reached up to your breasts.

Brian’s hands were warm. You felt like you belonged in his grasp, and you did nothing but moan encouragingly when he played with your flesh. Both of you were content to continue silently watching the film as his fingers explored you.

Brian’s cock had obviously softened during the many minutes since he’d entered you. He was still substantial, but the gentle connection was intimate in a different way than you were used to. Slowly, though, you could feel his arousal start to peak again, especially when his hips started to move against yours.

Perhaps you would be getting more tonight.

Your pussy was still wet from Bri’s cock sheathed deep inside, so he could move as his erection slowly grew. There was no way you could still focus on the movie. The feeling of Brian’s penis growing and hardening inside you, because of you, was more erotic than you ever imagined.

He took his time, silently using your body for his needs. Bringing you exquisite pleasure in the process. Brian was an older man; his body required more time. You would never fault him for that. He certainly faulted himself enough. It must be hard for him, you’d often thought, to crave so much sexual intimacy at his age. Rock and roll was a young man’s game. And yet it was in every fibre of his being.

Besides, by the time Brian was hard enough to thrust properly, you were already trembling with pleasure. The thought of him, alone, made you yearn.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Brian moaned, “Good girl.”

The movie was long forgotten.

You rocked your hips in time with his thrusts, groaning his name. “Oh God, Brian!”

His hands moved from your tits to your ass, to give him more leverage, and you spread your legs as wide as you could to take him deeper. His cock hit all the perfect places inside you. It made you whole. It made you his.

Slick sounds of slapping filled the room over the noise of the TV. Your bottom hitting Brian’s pelvis again and again as he drove home the pleasure. You were a tightly wound coil, teased for so long, ready to snap.

A glint of embarrassment crossed your face when you realized just how much you’d dripped on Brian, but he loved it.

“So wet for me baby.” He gritted the words through his teeth. You knew his release wasn’t far. “Your little cunt’s so eager for my big cock.”

“Yes Sir! S-so... DEEP!”

You struggled to answer while he overwhelmed you with pleasure. All you knew were the big hands on your skin, and the thick cock ramming your cervix. It felt SO right.

“Please! Aahhhh.... please Sir!”

“SUCH a good girl... MY good girl...” Brian’s dirty words were lost to you as your climax took hold. You were almost... there...

“I love your cock Bri.” You whined and clenched around him, chasing the pleasure he gave you. “I love YOU.”

At your words, Brian drove his cock deep and hard, growling - and you came. The orgasm burst through your body; you felt yourself squeezing his cock. Your sex desperately pulsed and writhed - to milk a climax from him as well. You were never complete until Brian was. Wave after wave of rippling contractions made you moan and squirm, until it pushed your lover over the edge.

Brian came inside you with a shout, releasing his warm spend into your womb, where it belonged. He trembled beneath you, but his hands gripped you tight towards him. Tight enough to leave marks.

“I love you too baby.”

 

Drawing by the wonderful @XanaduHoneydew !! - warning for daddy kink

Chapter 145: Trying Again

Notes:

Hello dear readers!! I'm so sorry that it's been so long... life gets in the way sometimes. Please know that I will never give up on this story before it's complete!

Enjoy this chapter! It was a little difficult for me to write and I had some help from a friend who is more experienced in these matters ;p

Daddy kink warning. Alternate to follow.

Soft snores serenaded your waking, and consciousness drifted closer with Brian beside you, as always. His chest rose and fell with each sound; a stray curl floated over his lips in every sweet puff of air. You would never tire of his gentle presence. Each movement an utter delight.

You dreaded that your time with Brian was running short. Every time you thought about it, your entire body seemed to sink in anguish. He’d become your everything. Your heart belonged within his hands, and leaving him would tear it away from you.

The only way to fight your feelings was to avoid them: instead, you let yourself drown in the warm hazel of Brian’s eyes and the soft folds of his skin. You were greedy for his affection because a part of you knew it couldn’t last.

He’d taught you so much, opened your world to experiences and pleasures, and showed you what it was like to truly love. You wanted to do everything with him. For him. You had to appreciate all of him before it was too late.

With this in mind, you woke up in the morning determined to right a past wrong. Every time you thought about what you and Bri had done together, images flashed of that night back in Chicago. You remembered the expression of forbidden ecstasy on Brian’s beautiful face – with his plump lower lip hanging open and his brows furrowed – and you remembered how the immense pressure had turned to pain as his cock filled your arse. It was a memory that caused shivers up your back and swirling in your gut: unable to quite tell the fear from the lust.

That night, it had all been too much for you. Too intimate, too fast. You’d thought you were ready back then, but, compared to how close you felt to Bri now, you realized you weren’t.

Now, the question still burned in your mind. What would that pleasure feel like? Brian had promised the wildest thrill as he entered your bottom. If you let yourself be open it, if you found a way to ignite the spark of promise that was there... what would happen? The explorations Brian had given you with his fingers since that night felt delightful and sinful all at once. A forbidden pleasure that added to your submission and his corruption. You couldn’t shake the image of Brian’s thick, glistening cock stretching your arse as his long fingers played with your clit.

Tonight, you wanted to make it happen. To give it, and him, a second chance.

You carefully removed yourself from the mattress, slowly, so as not to wake Bri with your movements. The morning air cooled your naked skin as you sought your prize: the top drawer of the dresser. You needed to prepare yourself for what you desired.

You took the smaller of the two plugs you’d purchased for Bri and tiptoed back to bed. The naughtiness of what you were about to do, and the surprise you knew Bri would wake up with, were already stoking your arousal.

Slowly, gently, you teased yourself with the toy, using your natural wetness until you could feel the plug sliding easily through your folds. The bursts of pleasure when it touched your clit gave you a small taste, your sex yearning for more, more. You were empty, needing to be filled by the man beside you. The teasing wasn’t enough. You needed his cock. You needed Brian.

A harsh breath escaped your lips, drifting into a moan as you thought of strong fingers in place of the toy. Your pussy seemed to pulse, pleading to be filled. The small stretch when you placed rubber against your bottom brought the strange, wonderful sensation you craved, but never enough. You... just... needed--

“Morning love.”

Brian’s rough voice interrupted your thoughts, and directed them down a different path all together. Your face heated immediately: caught, desperate and embarrassed, just as you’d wanted in that dirty, secret part of your mind.

Brian certainly didn’t mind being woken. The first thing you saw was a pair of sleepy, lustful eyes, peering up from between your legs. His hair was a mess. Beautiful.

“Just a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” He grinned, smugness radiating off him after waking up with your desperation in his bed. “Couldn’t wait for Daddy?”

The knowing upwards inflection in his voice made you want to sink into the mattress. “I wanted to do it for you,” you explained, “Gonna be ready for you tonight.”

The frenzy of your current arousal stole your eloquence, but Brian understood. His gaze zeroed in on the plug in your hands.

“Oh I see.” He inhaled deeply, crawling up closer between your spread thighs. “Let Daddy help.” He took the toy from you, pushing your legs further apart and your bottom into the air. “Hold your knees,” he ordered.

You gripped the back of your knees immediately, resting on your back with your sex exposed to him. There was something about the command in Brian’s rough morning voice that set you on fire. How quickly and naturally he slipped into control, playing with you perfectly.

With a slight tease around your clit, he slipped two long fingers into your wet cunt. The stretch was heady and perfect.

“Aaahhh...” you moaned, bucking your hips up to meet his hand. “Please Daddy.”

Brian pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy, slowly and steadily, holding your pleasure, literally, in the palm of his hand.

“Do you know how wonderful you look?” He murmured, eyes raking over your form. “How fucking brilliant it feels to wake up with you writhing in my bed?” The top half of his body leaned over your core until his lips reached your tit.

“And do you want to know the best part Y/N?” Before you could answer, Brian’s mouth latched onto your nipple. His teeth and tongue turned you into a mess of moans until he retreated for a breath. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

You did. You knew he couldn’t resist seeing you like this. You knew him too well. He couldn’t get caught in his own mind when his libido was in control.

Finally, Brian pressed the plug against your backside. You could feel the pleased rumble in his chest. A gradual stretch spread through your muscles to meet his fingers in your cunt.

“My babygirl wants Daddy’s cock stretching her tight little arse.”

His sinful words rocked your body, and with a final cry, the plug slid inside you, locked into place.

The burn was noticeable as your body adjusted to the hard width within it, but it was soon overpowered by Brian’s fingers. He curled his digits inside you, stroking against the new fullness of the toy. His other hand played with your clit: fast, steady, unrelenting. As natural to him as his guitar.

You moaned as he pushed you over the edge. Every muscle in your body shuddered around exquisite fullness; you were lost to the sensation of submission and release. And that was just a taste of what would await you tonight.

“Good girl... good girl,” Brian repeated, watching with dark eyes as you came down from your high. He slowed his movements as your orgasm subsided, gently coaxing you back to reality and the morning haze.

It was only a moment before you were once again looking into his sweet eyes. His expression looked radiant: proud, hesitant and grateful all at once. His soft brows tilted towards his strong nose. His bright curls hung down his forehead.

You knew that a part of him wanted to seize the vulnerability you’d given, but first, he had something to ask you. Now that the pleasure had peaked, and your thoughts weren’t so clouded by lust. His tender eyes met yours.

“Are you sure?”

He was so careful not to break you. The sincerity of it placed a weight in your chest. Your heart belonged to him forever, and you’d never felt so loved. Your answer came with passionate truth. “Yes.”

It was Brian’s turn for emotion. You swore you could hear the rasp he was fighting in his throat.

“Thank you Y/N. For trusting me again.”

“...Always.”

…

In the mid-evening, once the small plug had become comfortable enough to forget, Brian sidled through the door of the living room with his hands behind his back. And the biggest, naughtiest grin on his face.

Your questioning eyebrow brought a laugh from his chest, and he produced what he’d been hiding: the larger of the two toys. Though a flash of fear ran through you, it was heavily outweighed by the shiver of lust.

“I think it’s time we had some more fun, darling.” His dark eyes once again sparkled. “You’ll need to work a bit harder if you want to take Daddy’s cock.”

As if you could ever forget how incredibly he stretched you. Your body trembled within seconds, yearning to please and to be pleased. Swallowing the eager saliva down your throat, you nodded your consent.

You met Brian on the couch, sitting down on his lap when he patted his thighs. Another warm summer day lessened the necessity of shirts. Your panties and lacey bra were all that remained once he removed yours.

You turned around to straddle his waist and thumbed along the material of his shirt as well. Your core sat wonderfully close to his. You lifted your gaze to his, pouting for what you wanted. “Please Daddy?”

His clothes soon joined yours on the floor; Brian could never resist your adoration.

Being bare and vulnerable against each other was special like nothing else. You could appreciate the beauty of the man you loved, and you knew he was doing the same. Despite his age, Brian’s skin was gorgeous. He took wonderful care of himself. The brown-grey curls of body hair on his shoulders gave way to white on his broad chest. He was soft to the touch, but deliciously firm underneath. You loved the curve of his stomach, the flesh of his nipples, and the bulk of his biceps.

When Brian brought his hands between you, you admired them as well. Absentmindedly, you traced the twisting path of his veins with your fingers. The size difference was always astounding, and it made you feel all kinds of wonderful. You brought your hand up so that your palms touched each other. It was a perfect mirror of opposites.

Brian’s fingers ended inches past yours: enough so he could curl his digits around your nails. His palm reached your knuckles. You both caught the other staring, and smiled, enjoying the particular eroticism on display. A tremor of arousal tickled your spine. You loved to be reminded just how much bigger than you he was.

“My special little girl,” he murmured.

Brian enjoyed your size just as much. He folded his hands around yours for a moment, eyes darkening at the same time yours did when they were entwined. Slowly, measuredly, so as to draw out your arousal, he worked his fingers around your wrists. He could take you whenever he wanted, and you both knew it. Something inside you purred.

“So young... so beautiful.” Brian turned your hands in his, eyeing the differences in your skin. The backs of his hands carried blemishes from years of experience; the skin moved loosely around his strong tendons. Your hands were fresh and warm, shaking slightly in his grip. “I can’t believe I get you all to myself.”

To be so openly admired by a man such Brian was almost unbelievable. If the previous weeks hadn’t happened you’d never be able to sit still in his lap. You yearned to be good for him: to please and be everything he needed.

“I don’t know how an old man like me deserves someone like you...” he muttered, almost under his breath. And then louder. “An eager little doll begging for me to do unspeakable things to her.” He spoke like you weren’t even there, and your face reddened from how much it turned you on.

Brian continued to play with you. He released your wrists and trailed his callused fingers down your abdomen until he could wrap them around your bottom. Each long finger dug into a plump section of your flesh, staking its claim.

“I can’t help but feel that I’ve corrupted you.”

He spoke, and you couldn’t tell if he was proud or mourning. His eyes roamed your body – so obviously contrasted with his own. A part of you wanted to say how eagerly you welcomed said corruption. Yearned for it. But the contemplative, observant mood Brian was in didn’t warrant an answer. You would let him speak until you were sure what he wanted.

“You’re too giving, darling girl. I’ve become addicted to it... I think. The same way I’ve ruined all my relationships.”

His words spoke of regret, but his tone didn’t match. He curled the words with raspy syllables and dark eyes. His hands dug into your skin: tempting, seeking a response.

“I’ve even hurt you...” he said, “...and yet here you come back again, asking for more.” He once again looked at your body on his: at your heaving chest. “What do you want from me?”

Finally, you understood. It wasn’t about guilt. It was about acceptance. About love. And it felt good. You shuddered upon his lap, rocking your wet sex against his bulge. “I want everything Bri.”

Brian tore his eyes away from your breasts to meet your face.

“I’m three times your age Y/N.”

His gaze was unreadable: dark, intense. It promised danger and ruin.

“I know.”

A beat. A blink. And then he smirked at your answer, wearing a sinful haughtiness well-suited to his face. “And what would your friends – your family – say if they saw you sitting on my lap with a plug up your arse?” He squeezed your bottom again. “Their pretty young girl caught with some big ol’ beast.”

His words drove you insane. So wicked, so true. You both revelled in the depravity of your relationship and the disapproval it would face in society. But something wasn’t quite right. Because although Brian was playing it up for effect, you knew a part of him truly thought he was huge and hairy and... unappealing. That wouldn’t do.

“You’re SO beautiful Daddy,” you said. And the sincerity in your voice implored him to believe it. You would never tire of reminding him.

Your lips met his chest, pressing on the shallow indent of his sternum. You were in heaven, enveloped in his smell. His hair tickled your nose as you answered his previous question. “I don’t care what anyone thinks.”

A deep groan came from his chest when you kissed him. He always appreciated being adored. “Mmmm... but you do care, don’t you baby?” He rolled his hips up against yours and at the same time pulled your thighs down against him. “You love how we look together.”

The torturous pleasure was becoming too much. If Brian didn’t touch you soon, you’d go insane. “Oh God yes!” You weren’t sure if you were responding to his question or the way he made you feel.

He took that as his cue to play with your plug, wiggling it back and forth within you and pulling to apply welcome pressure. “What about when I fuck you, and you scream for Daddy?”

“Please…" It was all you could manage to say before Brian popped the toy out of your rear. He replaced it with his lubed fingers, and you moaned.

“Shameful, dirty little girl begging for Daddy’s cock in her arse.”

He worked his fingers around your hole, stretching and kneading your muscles into submission. It was a wholly new experience; you loved the vulnerability of it. You had to do nothing but put all your trust in Brian.

“Who do you belong to Y/N?” He growled.

“You! ...Daddy!”

He owned your body and soul. You were coming apart at his fingers.

“That’s right. You’re mine.” Brian purred the words, working his magic with one hand while using the other to grab the new plug. “Now bear down, my sweet.”

You weren’t quite sure what to do until you felt the hard rubber of the toy replace his fingers at your opening. It was a steady pressure against you, teasing a fullness you craved. Your sex was on fire: clit swollen and needy for more. You tightened your muscles against the plug, groaning as Brian pushed it through your ring.

“Good girl, now... relax.”

The stretch set bundles of new nerves alight: forbidden pleasure and obedience. You gave yourself over to Brian’s will, and the delicious depravity of it settled heavy in your core.

The large plug finally slipped inside. You were spread open, needy and vulnerable on Brian’s lap, and he took full advantage of it. His fingers found your neglected clit, rubbing back and forth with the perfect precision of a guitarist.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, “Daddy!”

You were a shameless whore, grinding and writhing atop your lover. He made you weak. And you loved it. With a few more solid strokes, you came, shuddering around his fingers and the plug. Each pulse of your inner muscles squeezed the toy and reminded you of your position. Of what Brian’s cock would do tonight.

You settled down from your high in Brian’s strong arms, plastered against his bare chest. He always took so much out of you. It was all you could to do keep your eyes open. Snuggling close, adjusting to the larger plug, you placed soft kisses on the folds of Brian’s neck.

“Thank you Daddy.”

He chuckled and reminded you how welcome you were. His long fingers threaded through your hair and petted your scalp. You were in heaven; the nervousness about the unknown had settled into the sweet embrace of Brian’s touch. He leaned in to kiss your forehead and whispered in your ear.

“You really do want it, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Brian’s lips pulled slowly into a smirk. His eyes twinkled with barely concealed delight. “How could I ever resist that?”

Chapter 146: Trying Again (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as last chapter without the daddy kink.

Please enjoy!

Soft snores serenaded your waking, and consciousness drifted closer with Brian beside you, as always. His chest rose and fell with each sound; a stray curl floated over his lips in every sweet puff of air. You would never tire of his gentle presence. Each movement an utter delight.

You dreaded that your time with Brian was running short. Every time you thought about it, your entire body seemed to sink in anguish. He’d become your everything. Your heart belonged within his hands, and leaving him would tear it away from you.

The only way to fight your feelings was to avoid them: instead, you let yourself drown in the warm hazel of Brian’s eyes and the soft folds of his skin. You were greedy for his affection because a part of you knew it couldn’t last.

He’d taught you so much, opened your world to experiences and pleasures, and showed you what it was like to truly love. You wanted to do everything with him. For him. You had to appreciate all of him before it was too late.

With this in mind, you woke up in the morning determined to right a past wrong. Every time you thought about what you and Bri had done together, images flashed of that night back in Chicago. You remembered the expression of forbidden ecstasy on Brian’s beautiful face – with his plump lower lip hanging open and his brows furrowed – and you remembered how the immense pressure had turned to pain as his cock filled your arse. It was a memory that caused shivers up your back and swirling in your gut: unable to quite tell the fear from the lust.

That night, it had all been too much for you. Too intimate, too fast. You’d thought you were ready back then, but, compared to how close you felt to Bri now, you realized you weren’t.

Now, the question still burned in your mind. What would that pleasure feel like? Brian had promised the wildest thrill as he entered your bottom. If you let yourself be open it, if you found a way to ignite the spark of promise that was there... what would happen? The explorations Brian had given you with his fingers since that night felt delightful and sinful all at once. A forbidden pleasure that added to your submission and his corruption. You couldn’t shake the image of Brian’s thick, glistening cock stretching your arse as his long fingers played with your clit.

Tonight, you wanted to make it happen. To give it, and him, a second chance.

You carefully removed yourself from the mattress, slowly, so as not to wake Bri with your movements. The morning air cooled your naked skin as you sought your prize: the top drawer of the dresser. You needed to prepare yourself for what you desired.

You took the smaller of the two plugs you’d purchased for Bri and tiptoed back to bed. The naughtiness of what you were about to do, and the surprise you knew Bri would wake up with, were already stoking your arousal.

Slowly, gently, you teased yourself with the toy, using your natural wetness until you could feel the plug sliding easily through your folds. The bursts of pleasure when it touched your clit gave you a small taste, your sex yearning for more, more. You were empty, needing to be filled by the man beside you. The teasing wasn’t enough. You needed his cock. You needed Brian.

A harsh breath escaped your lips, drifting into a moan as you thought of strong fingers in place of the toy. Your pussy seemed to pulse, pleading to be filled. The small stretch when you placed rubber against your bottom brought the strange, wonderful sensation you craved, but never enough. You... just... needed--

“Morning love.”

Brian’s rough voice interrupted your thoughts, and directed them down a different path all together. Your face heated immediately: caught, desperate and embarrassed, just as you’d wanted in that dirty, secret part of your mind.

Brian certainly didn’t mind being woken. The first thing you saw was a pair of sleepy, lustful eyes, peering up from between your legs. His hair was a mess. Beautiful.

“Just a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” He grinned, smugness radiating off him after waking up with your desperation in his bed. “Couldn’t wait for ME?”

The knowing upwards inflection in his voice made you want to sink into the mattress. “I wanted to do it for you,” you explained, “Gonna be ready for you tonight.”

The frenzy of your current arousal stole your eloquence, but Brian understood. His gaze zeroed in on the plug in your hands.

“Oh I see.” He inhaled deeply, crawling up closer between your spread thighs. “Let me help with that.” He took the toy from you, pushing your legs further apart and your bottom into the air. “Hold your knees,” he ordered.

You gripped the back of your knees immediately, resting on your back with your sex exposed to him. There was something about the command in Brian’s rough morning voice that set you on fire. How quickly and naturally he slipped into control, playing with you perfectly.

With a slight tease around your clit, he slipped two long fingers into your wet cunt. The stretch was heady and perfect.

“Aaahhh...” you moaned, bucking your hips up to meet his hand. “Please Bri.”

Brian pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy, slowly and steadily, holding your pleasure, literally, in the palm of his hand.

“Do you know how wonderful you look?” He murmured, eyes raking over your form. “How fucking brilliant it feels to wake up with you writhing in my bed?” The top half of his body leaned over your core until his lips reached your tit.

“And do you want to know the best part Y/N?” Before you could answer, Brian’s mouth latched onto your nipple. His teeth and tongue turned you into a mess of moans until he retreated for a breath. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

You did. You knew he couldn’t resist seeing you like this. You knew him too well. He couldn’t get caught in his own mind when his libido was in control.

Finally, Brian pressed the plug against your backside. You could feel the pleased rumble in his chest. A gradual stretch spread through your muscles to meet his fingers in your cunt.

“My babygirl wants a big cock stretching her tight little arse.”

His sinful words rocked your body, and with a final cry, the plug slid inside you, locked into place.

The burn was noticeable as your body adjusted to the hard width within it, but it was soon overpowered by Brian’s fingers. He curled his digits inside you, stroking against the new fullness of the toy. His other hand played with your clit: fast, steady, unrelenting. As natural to him as his guitar.

You moaned as he pushed you over the edge. Every muscle in your body shuddered around exquisite fullness; you were lost to the sensation of submission and release. And that was just a taste of what would await you tonight.

“Good girl... good girl,” Brian repeated, watching with dark eyes as you came down from your high. He slowed his movements as your orgasm subsided, gently coaxing you back to reality and the morning haze.

It was only a moment before you were once again looking into his sweet eyes. His expression looked radiant: proud, hesitant and grateful all at once. His soft brows tilted towards his strong nose. His bright curls hung down his forehead.

You knew that a part of him wanted to seize the vulnerability you’d given, but first, he had something to ask you. Now that the pleasure had peaked, and your thoughts weren’t so clouded by lust. His tender eyes met yours.

“Are you sure?”

He was so careful not to break you. The sincerity of it placed a weight in your chest. Your heart belonged to him forever, and you’d never felt so loved. Your answer came with passionate truth. “Yes.”

It was Brian’s turn for emotion. You swore you could hear the rasp he was fighting in his throat.

“Thank you Y/N. For trusting me again.”

“...Always.”

…

In the mid-evening, once the small plug had become comfortable enough to forget, Brian sidled through the door of the living room with his hands behind his back. And the biggest, naughtiest grin on his face.

Your questioning eyebrow brought a laugh from his chest, and he produced what he’d been hiding: the larger of the two toys. Though a flash of fear ran through you, it was heavily outweighed by the shiver of lust.

“I think it’s time we had some more fun, darling.” His dark eyes once again sparkled. “You’ll need to work a bit harder if you want to take my cock.”

As if you could ever forget how incredibly he stretched you. Your body trembled within seconds, yearning to please and to be pleased. Swallowing the eager saliva down your throat, you nodded your consent.

You met Brian on the couch, sitting down on his lap when he patted his thighs. Another warm summer day lessened the necessity of shirts. Your panties and lacey bra were all that remained once he removed yours.

You turned around to straddle his waist and thumbed along the material of his shirt as well. Your core sat wonderfully close to his. You lifted your gaze to his, pouting for what you wanted. “Please Sir?”

His clothes soon joined yours on the floor; Brian could never resist your adoration.

Being bare and vulnerable against each other was special like nothing else. You could appreciate the beauty of the man you loved, and you knew he was doing the same. Despite his age, Brian’s skin was gorgeous. He took wonderful care of himself. The brown-grey curls of body hair on his shoulders gave way to white on his broad chest. He was soft to the touch, but deliciously firm underneath. You loved the curve of his stomach, the flesh of his nipples, and the bulk of his biceps.

When Brian brought his hands between you, you admired them as well. Absentmindedly, you traced the twisting path of his veins with your fingers. The size difference was always astounding, and it made you feel all kinds of wonderful. You brought your hand up so that your palms touched each other. It was a perfect mirror of opposites.

Brian’s fingers ended inches past yours: enough so he could curl his digits around your nails. His palm reached your knuckles. You both caught the other staring, and smiled, enjoying the particular eroticism on display. A tremor of arousal tickled your spine. You loved to be reminded just how much bigger than you he was.

“My special little girl,” he murmured.

Brian enjoyed your size just as much. He folded his hands around yours for a moment, eyes darkening at the same time yours did when they were entwined. Slowly, measuredly, so as to draw out your arousal, he worked his fingers around your wrists. He could take you whenever he wanted, and you both knew it. Something inside you purred.

“So young... so beautiful.” Brian turned your hands in his, eyeing the differences in your skin. The backs of his hands carried blemishes from years of experience; the skin moved loosely around his strong tendons. Your hands were fresh and warm, shaking slightly in his grip. “I can’t believe I get you all to myself.”

To be so openly admired by a man such Brian was almost unbelievable. If the previous weeks hadn’t happened you’d never be able to sit still in his lap. You yearned to be good for him: to please and be everything he needed.

“I don’t know how an old man like me deserves someone like you...” he muttered, almost under his breath. And then louder. “An eager little doll begging for me to do unspeakable things to her.” He spoke like you weren’t even there, and your face reddened from how much it turned you on.

Brian continued to play with you. He released your wrists and trailed his callused fingers down your abdomen until he could wrap them around your bottom. Each long finger dug into a plump section of your flesh, staking its claim.

“I can’t help but feel that I’ve corrupted you.”

He spoke, and you couldn’t tell if he was proud or mourning. His eyes roamed your body – so obviously contrasted with his own. A part of you wanted to say how eagerly you welcomed said corruption. Yearned for it. But the contemplative, observant mood Brian was in didn’t warrant an answer. You would let him speak until you were sure what he wanted.

“You’re too giving, darling girl. I’ve become addicted to it... I think. The same way I’ve ruined all my relationships.”

His words spoke of regret, but his tone didn’t match. He curled the words with raspy syllables and dark eyes. His hands dug into your skin: tempting, seeking a response.

“I’ve even hurt you...” he said, “...and yet here you come back again, asking for more.” He once again looked at your body on his: at your heaving chest. “What do you want from me?”

Finally, you understood. It wasn’t about guilt. It was about acceptance. About love. And it felt good. You shuddered upon his lap, rocking your wet sex against his bulge. “I want everything Bri.”

Brian tore his eyes away from your breasts to meet your face.

“I’m three times your age Y/N.”

His gaze was unreadable: dark, intense. It promised danger and ruin.

“I know.”

A beat. A blink. And then he smirked at your answer, wearing a sinful haughtiness well-suited to his face. “And what would your friends – your family – say if they saw you sitting on my lap with a plug up your arse?” He squeezed your bottom again. “Their pretty young girl caught with some big ol’ beast.”

His words drove you insane. So wicked, so true. You both revelled in the depravity of your relationship and the disapproval it would face in society. But something wasn’t quite right. Because although Brian was playing it up for effect, you knew a part of him truly thought he was huge and hairy and... unappealing. That wouldn’t do.

“You’re SO beautiful Bri,” you said. And the sincerity in your voice implored him to believe it. You would never tire of reminding him.

Your lips met his chest, pressing on the shallow indent of his sternum. You were in heaven, enveloped in his smell. His hair tickled your nose as you answered his previous question. “I don’t care what anyone thinks.”

A deep groan came from his chest when you kissed him. He always appreciated being adored. “Mmmm... but you do care, don’t you baby?” He rolled his hips up against yours and at the same time pulled your thighs down against him. “You love how we look together.”

The torturous pleasure was becoming too much. If Brian didn’t touch you soon, you’d go insane. “Oh God yes!” You weren’t sure if you were responding to his question or the way he made you feel.

He took that as his cue to play with your plug, wiggling it back and forth within you and pulling to apply welcome pressure. “What about when I fuck you, and you scream with pleasure?”

“Please…" It was all you could manage to say before Brian popped the toy out of your rear. He replaced it with his lubed fingers, and you moaned.

“Shameful, dirty little girl begging for a cock in her arse.”

He worked his fingers around your hole, stretching and kneading your muscles into submission. It was a wholly new experience; you loved the vulnerability of it. You had to do nothing but put all your trust in Brian.

“Who do you belong to Y/N?” He growled.

“You! ...You Sir!”

He owned your body and soul. You were coming apart at his fingers.

“That’s right. You’re mine.” Brian purred the words, working his magic with one hand while using the other to grab the new plug. “Now bear down, my sweet.”

You weren’t quite sure what to do until you felt the hard rubber of the toy replace his fingers at your opening. It was a steady pressure against you, teasing a fullness you craved. Your sex was on fire: clit swollen and needy for more. You tightened your muscles against the plug, groaning as Brian pushed it through your ring.

“Good girl, now... relax.”

The stretch set bundles of new nerves alight: forbidden pleasure and obedience. You gave yourself over to Brian’s will, and the delicious depravity of it settled heavy in your core.

The large plug finally slipped inside. You were spread open, needy and vulnerable on Brian’s lap, and he took full advantage of it. His fingers found your neglected clit, rubbing back and forth with the perfect precision of a guitarist.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, “Brian!”

You were a shameless whore, grinding and writhing atop your lover. He made you weak. And you loved it. With a few more solid strokes, you came, shuddering around his fingers and the plug. Each pulse of your inner muscles squeezed the toy and reminded you of your position. Of what Brian’s cock would do tonight.

You settled down from your high in Brian’s strong arms, plastered against his bare chest. He always took so much out of you. It was all you could to do keep your eyes open. Snuggling close, adjusting to the larger plug, you placed soft kisses on the folds of Brian’s neck.

“Thank you Sir.”

He chuckled and reminded you how welcome you were. His long fingers threaded through your hair and petted your scalp. You were in heaven; the nervousness about the unknown had settled into the sweet embrace of Brian’s touch. He leaned in to kiss your forehead and whispered in your ear.

“You really do want it, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Brian’s lips pulled slowly into a smirk. His eyes twinkled with barely concealed delight. “How could I ever resist that?”

Chapter 147: Bliss

Notes:

Hello starved readers!!
Here's another long-overdue chapter! I know I'm not as fast as I once was, but I remain as passionate about this story as ever. I want to continue to do it justice, and I love to hear from those still enjoying. Please let me know if it was worth your wait!

DBM xxx

There's also another GLORIOUS fanart illustration for this chapter by @XanaduHoneydew . Scroll to see it at the bottom and give her some love!

Daddy kink warning.

A whole day of waiting. Weeks of fantasizing. And it was finally time.

You were on your side in Brian’s huge hotel bed, playing little spoon to the big, warm man behind you. His hands covered your bottom, squeezing your flesh like you were his. His to please, and his to love.

You once again placed all your trust in his strong embrace: let yourself be vulnerable for the enjoyment of both parties.

Brian’s fingers played with your skin and sent tingles throughout your body. Every nerve was primed and ready, seeking new pleasures. You felt small, cherished and safe. You knew what you wanted. So, when Brian asked, for what seemed like the hundredth time, “Are you sure darling?”, you smiled and relaxed further.

“Yes Daddy. Please. I want to know how good you can make me feel. I want you to feel good.” You grabbed his hands with your own, pressing them deeper against your skin. “I want to be yours in every single way. My first and only.”

You knew Brian was aware that he’d taken your anal virginity, and though there were many memories associated with that night you’d both rather forget, that wasn’t one of them. A part of him relished in your inexperience: in the fact that he could show you new pleasures and broaden your horizons. That HE was the one who made you weak and left you wanting.

The room was silent, but Brian’s hands gripped you tighter. The big, hot, hard length prodding your back spoke for itself. He did enjoy his little school babe.

He left you waiting for a moment longer, shivering with the tension and the implication. All you could focus on was his thick cock between your bodies and the rise of his chest, until one growled phrase turned your bones to mush.

“Good girl.”

It was specifically embarrassing how two words, from his lips, could render you utterly useless. Any type of praise from Brian made you squirm and tingle, but those two scratched a specific itch deep inside. You wanted him to own you.

Brian fucking loved it.

His fingers found your clit and worked their magic, gifting a perfect pressure exactly where you needed it. He brought you to a plateau of arousal very quickly due to your heightened state. You had to fight from bucking your hips against him. You were determined to be his good girl.

Once he was satisfied by your need and wetness, those delightful fingers moved to the plug. He removed it slowly, giving you a taste of the dull stretch as it slipped past your rim. When he was done, you felt bare, gaping open and ready to be filled. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before: like you were incomplete, until his fingers replaced the rubber.

Brian’s digits were slick and cold with lube, causing you to gasp and jump upon first contact. His gentle “shhhhhhh” calmed you down. “Let yourself relax, babygirl. Daddy’s got you.”

His words were sweet and comforting, soothing your nerves and excitement.

“You’re gonna feel so full darling... So warm and tight around my cock.”

And they made you burn for him.

Your skin was on fire, your arse continually stretched to new aching pleasure, your breath started to pant in time with Brian’s fingers. Through it all, he reassured you, and you tried to relax your entire body. You welcomed his touch. Yearned for it.

Slowly... you focused only on the sensations gifted by Bri.

One brief eternity later, you’d found the sweet spot. The warm, fuzzy haze of submission wrapped you like the blanket of Brian’s arms. You felt almost outside of yourself. Your skin was no longer your own. Everything belonged to Brian, and you trusted him to make it feel wonderful. All you had to do was breathe, and Daddy would take care of the rest.

You were ready for him, and you could feel that he was ready for you. His cock pressed firm against your back. You felt yourself moan in encouragement: begging for more. On cue, Brian pressed his length between your wet thighs.

“Fuuuuckkk,” he groaned, rough and masculine in your ear. A thrill of instinctive lust ran along your spine. There was nothing better than knowing you pleased your favourite man.

He rutted against you for a moment, selfish to take what he wanted after hours of your pleasure throughout the day. His thick girth teased your swollen clit. It was wonderful. It just... wasn’t... enough.

“Please Daddy,” you whined, “I need you.”

Breathless with restraint, chuckling with enjoyment, Brian continued to move between your legs. “What’s wrong little darling? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Yes Sir... it does.”

You couldn’t lie to him. As much as it was torture, you both knew you enjoyed his teasing.

“You’re so wet...” he drawled, “...So needy.”

At that, you could only whimper. So far away in the heaven of Brian, you were a vessel for his desire.

“Is it not enough with my cock against your pretty pussy?

You shook your head, writhing against him in some desperate attempt for more friction. You needed him SO badly. So intensely that it was hard to form words.

Brian tsked, as if disappointed with your greed, but you could tell he was barely able to hold back himself. The hard edges on each breath gave him away. As did the bruising fingers around your hips.

“So naughty.”

He played up the dynamic from earlier, revelling in your small body against his. He coated his cock with your arousal, slowly pumping it between your dripping thighs. The bed moved with each thrust.

“I need more Daddy,” you managed, trembling with anticipation and lust. But Brian simply continued his teasing.

“What else do you want baby? Tell me.”

Your lips felt numb and unable to form words. “I-I need... more.” You pathetically repeated your plead from earlier, knowing full well that Brian would not accept it.

Slap! A quick, stinging spank jiggled the flesh on your rear end. Brian’s handprint throbbed where red skin would form. It pushed you further to the edge, but brought you closer to consciousness at the same time. You swallowed the saliva in your mouth as Brian’s strong voice commanded your desires.

“Good girls beg for what they need Y/N. Ask for it properly.”

Scrunching up your eyes, clenching your jaw, you steeled yourself for the wicked plunge of arousal you knew was coming. The heady embarrassment you would feel when you begged for something so forbidden and depraved.

“I... I need Daddy’s cock in my ass! Please!!”

The silence that followed was short but poignant. You and Brian stopped moving, both relishing in the confirmation from your lips. Your gut clenched and rolled in sticky, dark, pleasure, waiting for Brian’s satisfaction. He took a deep breath to drink in the memory.

“There’s my good, perfect little girl.”

You were in heaven, and he hadn’t even started. Your heart swelled to fill your chest and make you breathless. Brian pulled away for a moment to add more lube to his already dripping cock. You welcomed him back with a whimper.

Slowly, gently, he spread your cheeks towards his desired area. Soft, murmured praises soothed your nerves while his hands were occupied. “Good girl. Precious girl. So, so good for Daddy.”

His cockhead met the stretched, puckered entrance of your rear, and finally, the emptiness was remedied. It was slightly cold from the fresh lube. It was so much larger than even the big plug had been. For a moment, you froze, tightening. Remembering the previous pain and confusion.

“Take a deep breath sweetheart,” Brian’s voice cut through the fear. “I’ve got you. We’re gonna go slow.” The breath he requested came, shuddering from your lungs. His soft tenor put you at ease. “Good girl,” he praised when you obeyed, “Now, bear down a bit for me.”

It was so lovely to be with someone who knew what they were doing. You braced your abdominal muscles against his pressure, and then Brian started to push inside. Slowly, carefully, he breached your entrance with his substantial width. It brought a dull, clenching ache that you felt through to your toes. You focused on the feel of him moving inside you rather than the pain. You relaxed into the submissive state from before, simply giving your body over to him and enjoying the rewards.

“Well done Y/N,” Brian praised, kissing the back of your neck. “You’re doing wonderfully. How does it feel?”

There was certainly some pain. It was a stretch that almost burned. You were being pushed to your limit, but you’d expected as much. It couldn’t be avoided with the size of him. Tonight, even the hurt felt perfect. It was a testament to your trust and passion that you could take so much. The pride of pleasing him turned the ache into arousal.

“I’m okay Bri,” you answered. Even the small movement of speaking made you twinge around him. “You’re... unngh...” the girth of his fat cock moved another inch inside you, “...you’re just so fucking big.”

Your words stroked his ego, causing a smug rumble through his chest that you particularly enjoyed, but he was careful with you all the same. “I know darling. But you’ll be thanking me soon I think, when I reach places deep inside that you’ve never felt before.”

His blatant, arrogant teasing went right to your sex. Your pussy throbbed around nothing, causing your thighs to clench and feel just how wide he stretched you in the most forbidden place. And it was just the beginning. You moaned out loud, causing a chuckle from Brian, which made the sensation even more powerful.

“Ready for more love?”

You weren’t completely sure you could handle all of him, but every fibre of your being wanted to try.

“Yes. Please Daddy.”

You could barely hear Brian curse under his breath. Your sweet, devoted words and use of the filthy title were impossible for him to resist. Especially with the tip of his cock already in your tight heat. But any upper hand you could have gained vanished as soon as his cock pushed further inside.

Inch by torturous inch he took your backside, moving so slowly it drove you mad. It seemed never ending: how deep he filled you, how wide. How your entire body moulded around the beautiful shape of his cock.

You were HIS, and you’d never felt it more.

The slow, deliberate movements made him feel even larger inside you. It gave you adequate time to learn the new sensations of anal intercourse. Every moment was overwhelming, but not yet enough, with the peak of pleasure just beyond reach. It wasn’t easy, like when he thumbed your clit. This was an ecstasy you had to work for. You had to let him fill you, one inch at a time, until you were bursting.

When Brian finally bottomed out, you thought you could feel him in your stomach. His warm body wrapped yours from the backs of your knees to the points of your shoulders. His long, thick cock prodded your organs and fired your nerves. You were SO full, stretched so far, unable to do anything but whine and try not to move for fear of the pain as you adjusted.

“Fucking Christ Y/N,” Brian moaned, “You’re so goddamn tight.” He pulled you against him impossibly closer, greedy for all of you. “Such a good girl. Taking all of Daddy’s cock.” He was overcome with the sensation for a moment, basking in the warm, snug fit. Soon though, he took a deep breath, gathering control and focusing on your needs. “Are you still okay? ...Does it... hurt?”

You didn't quite know how to answer him. “...Yes.” Everything was overwhelming. The feel of him was so all-consuming, so MUCH... but you needed to explain just how good it was. “Yes, I’m okay. And, yes, it’s... tender.”

You had tears pricking your eyes, fighting to keep them hidden away, but this time they weren’t due to any pain. You were suddenly struck by how intimate the moment was. How unbelievable it was to have such a connection with Brian: a man you’d admired forever, and now loved with every piece of your heart. You’d given him something you’d never given anyone else, and this time, you could appreciate how special it was. Yes, his cock split you to the point of discomfort, but it was already fading away into pleasure. The best things in life were always a little painful. You wanted him to push you. You wanted him to hurt you. You knew he would in the end, no matter what. It was a burning, dangerous love. But what a way to live.

“...I’m sorry Y/N.” Brian’s words took you out of your mental spiral. He didn’t seem to know what to say.

“No Bri,” you stopped him, the cry slipping into your voice, ”Don’t be sorry. I love it. ...I love YOU.”

Everything else left your head, and you sobbed silent, happy tears in his arms: filled with his warmth.

Brian seemed to shudder around you, lost in the same heavenly acceptance and lust you felt. The next thing you knew, your tears were soothed by a barrage of kisses. He pressed his lips to any surface of your skin he could reach, and you could feel the passion in every single one of them.

There was something primal about the way his size pushed you to your limit; at this point you both knew the other liked it. He liked your scrunched face and throaty whine every time he filled you. You loved his blatant cursing and loss of control.

“I know it’s a lot. I…" he forced a chuckle hollowly, without much mirth in his admission, “...can be a lot. But you are everything, Y/N. Everything I could ever ask for.” Brian ran his hands up and down your skin, memorizing the shape of you against him. “I love you.”

You sniffed, content and bursting with profound affection. He spoke of so much more than the physical. You would never love anyone the same way you loved Brian.

“Now, my little darling,” he purred, “No more tears. Let yourself go... I’ve got you. Just relax, and be a good girl for Daddy.”

His big, strong hand drifted up from your tight stomach, between your breasts, and settled around your throat. There, it rested, applying no pressure but the weight of his fingers stroking slowly. Instead of vulnerable or nervous, you felt nothing but safe. You belonged to Brian, and he was going to make everything perfect.

You swallowed the last of your tears, feeling the grip of his hand against your throat as you did so. “I’m want it Daddy... please.” You closed your eyes and waited for his lead.

He started moving, which caused your muscles to tighten involuntarily in a mixture of excitement and inexperience, and the discomfort returned for a moment. Your eyes shot open again... until Brian’s hand steadied your neck, and his gentle hum implored you to relax.

He didn’t tell you what you were doing wrong... but the praise from his lips when you found the proper submission spoke for itself. “Good girl, sweet girl,” he’d murmur, when you let him take control and he could move within you without struggle. It was still impossibly tight and warm, but as you learned to let him move you... when you gave your body over fully... the discomfort faded, and a new, dragging pleasure replaced it.

Soon, each slow thrust from Brian carried to your toes and left you wanting more. He was everywhere all at once. Each and every muscle in your body was lax, accepting his desires gratefully. His cock reached so deep inside your core that it seemed to push the air from your chest. Yet your pussy was empty. And that was the delicious disgrace that left you desperate.

Brian’s voice filled your senses and made you shiver. “We’re going to go a little faster, okay baby? Tell Daddy when you’re ready.”

You were always an open book for him. “Mmm... m’ready.” The words were slow and hazy when they came to you, from deep in the well of pleasure.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Your submissive voice floated throughout the room, coaxing him to take what he wanted. Buried in your tight channel, Brian started thrusting faster and deeper.

His cock reshaped your insides, moulding your body into the shape he needed. Every time his flesh stretched yours it was bliss. You relaxed into the strange sensation: the wonderful pleasure that teased and tortured, always far too much and never enough. Your nerves approached overstimulation but your orgasm evaded your core. You were high on the feel of him moving inside you, relaxed within his hold, and desperate to reach your peak.

“Daddy... please,” you begged quietly, whimpering in the throes of pleasure.

A few laboured breaths, and Brian filled you again, bottoming out such that his balls met your bottom. His hand stroked your exposed throat in a show of arrogant contemplation, thumbing over the collar that marked he owned you. “Daddy please, what?”

You knew it would be the end of you, but it was what you needed. “F- faster, please.”

Despite his lust and exertion, Brian chuckled: a warm, masculine sound that curled inside you. “Good girl.”

His grip around your throat tightened slightly; his other hand dug into your plump bottom. He fought back a growl as he pistoned into your tight rear, increasing his speed immediately once you begged for it: like he was rewarding your desperate plea and not indulging in exactly what he wanted.

The firm grip of his hands let him move your body back against his with every thrust, so each time the head of his cock felt deeper. Reached further towards your core. Claimed more. He’d soon lost control of his sounds within your tight heat, so you were spoiled by low grunts and greedy moans from his chest.

His noises of pleasure drove you onwards. You found yourself clenching to earn his growls, despite the ache that came with it. When his cock twitched, your thighs grew even wetter, and your clit throbbed for release. The appeal wasn’t simply the forbidden act. Your reaction was driven by his, and Brian was lost in what you were giving him.

“Fuck,” he spat, breathing heavily between teeth clenched in pleasure, “...so... fucking... tight.”

It obviously took a lot out of him to thrust and move your body like he wanted; you helped where you could, following his motions almost automatically despite your inexperience.

“Only for you Daddy,” you moaned, and Brian’s big palm briefly slapped your ass again.

He groaned- as if unable to resist your temptation- and reattached his hand to your buttock, fucking with renewed abandon. “Mine.”

You loved how he lost control within you. The ferocity of the moment was what you both needed: finally giving into the raw desire that had been building all day.

“Please... fuck me harder.” Your desperate cries were barely heard over the creaking bed and Brian’s breaths. “Oh please Daddy!”

Upon your plea, he bit your shoulder, claiming your skin in an almost animalistic way that you loved to your very core. You wanted his marks on you forever- as you knew they would be inside. You were a mess of instincts and pleasure, about to come from how desired he made you feel.

“I’m all yours,” you moaned, knowing it would finish the man beside you. Something about your weak voice over the sounds of Brian’s groans and his fat cock stretching your arse... it was too much.

You brought your fingers to your clit and gave yourself the extra push you needed so desperately. The wetness you found was striking: a little wanton whore, spreading her ass so Daddy could fuck it, and loving the submission of it all so much that you wanted to come. This time, it was your choice. And it was GOOD.

You thought of Brian’s massive manhood in your tiny hole. Focused on the way he groaned and took because of how good you made him feel. Surrendered to the sensation of being stretched and filled. You felt the large hand of your gentle lover squeezing your throat, tightening around your windpipe and his collar.

And you came.

“Aaaagggghhhh!” Whether it was a shriek or a moan, you couldn’t tell, because as your orgasm tore through your body, it clenched around Brian’s cock, and your thoughts blurred to nothing. Pain and pleasure became one. Your cries were lost within your lungs and beneath Brian’s fingers. You shuddered, surrounded by his warmth, and could only be silenced when the heat spread within.

Brian found his release through yours, pumping rope after rope of hot pleasure into your body with a snarling cry. He filled you as you pulsated around him, and the thought of his seed so deep within your core sent your muscles fluttering in another round of orgasmic bliss.

This was what he’d meant when he’d said it could be good. This was what you’d been waiting for. Something you’d never, ever, forget.

Brian collapsed against the mattress, plunging once more into your heat, as deep as he could, so that his heavy scrotum met your red skin. His come stayed inside you for a moment, trapped by the stretch of his still-thick cock, until you could both catch your breath.

Understandably, it took Brian a lot longer than you. But the feel of his strong arms around your bare skin tempted the onset of sleep. You had a worsening habit of remaining together after sex: clinging on to each other for as long as possible, not wanting to part from the perfection of the moment. Everything was simple when it was sex. You could hide away from the world in each other’s embrace.

This time, though, you knew you couldn’t remain entwined all night as you were. Brian’s penis had softened inside you, and his come had started to cool as it dripped between your cheeks. Still, you wouldn’t be the first to move.

Another perfect moment later, Brian sighed. “I love you so fucking much Y/N.” His words were joyous, but his tone held something sad. “I still can’t believe you sometimes.” You could always leave it to Brian, to drift a little too far down after a high. It was one of the things you’d learned about him; one of the many things you loved.

“I still can’t believe YOU,” you replied, squirming your arse against his hips, “Would ever choose someone like me.”

The fingers slowly petting your hair stopped for a second, nonplussed that you could imply something so foolish. “How could I not? You’re so bloody perfect.”

And suddenly, whatever darkness or shame that had found him was once again dispersed, replaced by a need to protect and comfort. “Such a good, good girl,” he purred, sliding his big hand down to your stomach as if to feel himself still inside you. “So very giving. So small. My cute, smart, brave little girl.”

You felt yourself blush at his description. His view of you was both humbling and erotic. Perhaps your goal wasn’t to fish for complements, but you couldn’t deny it was special to hear them from Brian’s smooth tenor.

It was your turn to sigh. “And YOU,” you paused to assure your honestly, “Are a dream come true. I know you don’t think so, but you are perfect for me too. My strong, handsome man. I always feel lucky to be in your arms.”

To answer your sentiments, a pair of soft lips nibbled your shoulder. Perhaps you had shocked him into silence. The smell of sex was still heavy in the air, but it was layered with something sweet as well.

Regretfully, Brian removed himself from inside you. The shifting pain squeezed shut your eyes, only briefly. The cool slide of his spend dripping from your opening was a spark of eroticism amidst the settling serenity. Your core clenched one last time, pushing forth the pearly white evidence of Brian’s ownership. You remained still as he used the various upturned blankets to clean your body. And his own. It wasn’t the best method for such things, but at the moment you cared much more about remaining in his arms.

You rolled your sore body over so that you were facing Brian. Your eyes traced his plump lips. The corners of your own mouth perked up when you saw him smirk. He was irresistible.

You spent the next few minutes kissing and exploring each other’s bodies like you hadn’t already memorized every detail. Every tiny mole. You loved the large swaths of skin you could rub your hands on. You loved his fuzzy chest.

You adored his little belly, especially pressed so soft and warm against yours.

His lips took their time playing with yours. Nibbling and sucking, just light enough to tease. He tasted and smelled so wonderful. You could lie in his arms for hours, blissfully demonstrating your overwhelming love.

Whether it was the relentless pounding of sex and passion, or the gentle caress of soft kisses, you loved both sides of Brian. You needed both. You felt just as loved impaled on his cock as asleep in his arms.

Tonight, as he spent the rest of the evening murmuring praises and soothing your skin, Brian thanked you for your trust the best way he knew how. You returned your appreciation with every tired kiss and gentle squeeze. The aftercare was bliss: the perfect ending to a day of passion.

You were so glad Brian earned your trust. A do-over that righted past wrongs and allowed them to fade away. A piece of you forever belonged to Brian. And, warm and protected in his embrace, you rather thought he’d given you something as well.

“Sleep now, little love.”

His beautiful voice was all you heard as you drifted off, exhausted and fulfilled.

 

Drawing by @XanaduHoneydew !!!

Chapter 148: Bliss (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as previous chapter without the daddy kink :)

Let me know if you enjoyed! ;p

Beautiful drawing by @XanaduHoneydew !! However it does have daddy kink in text bubbles .

A whole day of waiting. Weeks of fantasizing. And it was finally time.

You were on your side in Brian’s huge hotel bed, playing little spoon to the big, warm man behind you. His hands covered your bottom, squeezing your flesh like you were his. His to please, and his to love.

You once again placed all your trust in his strong embrace: let yourself be vulnerable for the enjoyment of both parties.

Brian’s fingers played with your skin and sent tingles throughout your body. Every nerve was primed and ready, seeking new pleasures. You felt small, cherished and safe. You knew what you wanted. So, when Brian asked, for what seemed like the hundredth time, “Are you sure darling?”, you smiled and relaxed further.

“Yes Brian. Please. I want to know how good you can make me feel. I want you to feel good.” You grabbed his hands with your own, pressing them deeper against your skin. “I want to be yours in every single way. My first and only.”

You knew Brian was aware that he’d taken your anal virginity, and though there were many memories associated with that night you’d both rather forget, that wasn’t one of them. A part of him relished in your inexperience: in the fact that he could show you new pleasures and broaden your horizons. That HE was the one who made you weak and left you wanting.

The room was silent, but Brian’s hands gripped you tighter. The big, hot, hard length prodding your back spoke for itself. He did enjoy his little school babe.

He left you waiting for a moment longer, shivering with the tension and the implication. All you could focus on was his thick cock between your bodies and the rise of his chest, until one growled phrase turned your bones to mush.

“Good girl.”

It was specifically embarrassing how two words, from his lips, could render you utterly useless. Any type of praise from Brian made you squirm and tingle, but those two scratched a specific itch deep inside. You wanted him to own you.

Brian fucking loved it.

His fingers found your clit and worked their magic, gifting a perfect pressure exactly where you needed it. He brought you to a plateau of arousal very quickly due to your heightened state. You had to fight from bucking your hips against him. You were determined to be his good girl.

Once he was satisfied by your need and wetness, those delightful fingers moved to the plug. He removed it slowly, giving you a taste of the dull stretch as it slipped past your rim. When he was done, you felt bare, gaping open and ready to be filled. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before: like you were incomplete, until his fingers replaced the rubber.

Brian’s digits were slick and cold with lube, causing you to gasp and jump upon first contact. His gentle “shhhhhhh” calmed you down. “Let yourself relax, babygirl. I've got you.”

His words were sweet and comforting, soothing your nerves and excitement.

“You’re gonna feel so full darling... So warm and tight around my cock.”

And they made you burn for him.

Your skin was on fire, your arse continually stretched to new aching pleasure, your breath started to pant in time with Brian’s fingers. Through it all, he reassured you, and you tried to relax your entire body. You welcomed his touch. Yearned for it.

Slowly... you focused only on the sensations gifted by Bri.

One brief eternity later, you’d found the sweet spot. The warm, fuzzy haze of submission wrapped you like the blanket of Brian’s arms. You felt almost outside of yourself. Your skin was no longer your own. Everything belonged to Brian, and you trusted him to make it feel wonderful. All you had to do was breathe, and Brian would take care of the rest.

You were ready for him, and you could feel that he was ready for you. His cock pressed firm against your back. You felt yourself moan in encouragement: begging for more. On cue, Brian pressed his length between your wet thighs.

“Fuuuuckkk,” he groaned, rough and masculine in your ear. A thrill of instinctive lust ran along your spine. There was nothing better than knowing you pleased your favourite man.

He rutted against you for a moment, selfish to take what he wanted after hours of your pleasure throughout the day. His thick girth teased your swollen clit. It was wonderful. It just... wasn’t... enough.

“Please Sir,” you whined, “I need you.”

Breathless with restraint, chuckling with enjoyment, Brian continued to move between your legs. “What’s wrong little darling? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Yes Sir... it does.”

You couldn’t lie to him. As much as it was torture, you both knew you enjoyed his teasing.

“You’re so wet...” he drawled, “...So needy.”

At that, you could only whimper. So far away in the heaven of Brian, you were a vessel for his desire.

“Is it not enough with my cock against your pretty pussy?

You shook your head, writhing against him in some desperate attempt for more friction. You needed him SO badly. So intensely that it was hard to form words.

Brian tsked, as if disappointed with your greed, but you could tell he was barely able to hold back himself. The hard edges on each breath gave him away. As did the bruising fingers around your hips.

“So naughty.”

He played up the dynamic from earlier, revelling in your small body against his. He coated his cock with your arousal, slowly pumping it between your dripping thighs. The bed moved with each thrust.

“I need more Sir,” you managed, trembling with anticipation and lust. But Brian simply continued his teasing.

“What else do you want baby? Tell me.”

Your lips felt numb and unable to form words. “I-I need... more.” You pathetically repeated your plead from earlier, knowing full well that Brian would not accept it.

Slap! A quick, stinging spank jiggled the flesh on your rear end. Brian’s handprint throbbed where red skin would form. It pushed you further to the edge, but brought you closer to consciousness at the same time. You swallowed the saliva in your mouth as Brian’s strong voice commanded your desires.

“Good girls beg for what they need Y/N. Ask for it properly.”

Scrunching up your eyes, clenching your jaw, you steeled yourself for the wicked plunge of arousal you knew was coming. The heady embarrassment you would feel when you begged for something so forbidden and depraved.

“I... I need your big cock in my ass! Please!!”

The silence that followed was short but poignant. You and Brian stopped moving, both relishing in the confirmation from your lips. Your gut clenched and rolled in sticky, dark, pleasure, waiting for Brian’s satisfaction. He took a deep breath to drink in the memory.

“There’s my good, perfect little girl.”

You were in heaven, and he hadn’t even started. Your heart swelled to fill your chest and make you breathless. Brian pulled away for a moment to add more lube to his already dripping cock. You welcomed him back with a whimper.

Slowly, gently, he spread your cheeks towards his desired area. Soft, murmured praises soothed your nerves while his hands were occupied. “Good girl. Precious girl. So, so good for me.”

His cockhead met the stretched, puckered entrance of your rear, and finally, the emptiness was remedied. It was slightly cold from the fresh lube. It was so much larger than even the big plug had been. For a moment, you froze, tightening. Remembering the previous pain and confusion.

“Take a deep breath sweetheart,” Brian’s voice cut through the fear. “I’ve got you. We’re gonna go slow.” The breath he requested came, shuddering from your lungs. His soft tenor put you at ease. “Good girl,” he praised when you obeyed, “Now, bear down a bit for me.”

It was so lovely to be with someone who knew what they were doing. You braced your abdominal muscles against his pressure, and then Brian started to push inside. Slowly, carefully, he breached your entrance with his substantial width. It brought a dull, clenching ache that you felt through to your toes. You focused on the feel of him moving inside you rather than the pain. You relaxed into the submissive state from before, simply giving your body over to him and enjoying the rewards.

“Well done Y/N,” Brian praised, kissing the back of your neck. “You’re doing wonderfully. How does it feel?”

There was certainly some pain. It was a stretch that almost burned. You were being pushed to your limit, but you’d expected as much. It couldn’t be avoided with the size of him. Tonight, even the hurt felt perfect. It was a testament to your trust and passion that you could take so much. The pride of pleasing him turned the ache into arousal.

“I’m okay Bri,” you answered. Even the small movement of speaking made you twinge around him. “You’re... unngh...” the girth of his fat cock moved another inch inside you, “...you’re just so fucking big.”

Your words stroked his ego, causing a smug rumble through his chest that you particularly enjoyed, but he was careful with you all the same. “I know darling. But you’ll be thanking me soon I think, when I reach places deep inside that you’ve never felt before.”

His blatant, arrogant teasing went right to your sex. Your pussy throbbed around nothing, causing your thighs to clench and feel just how wide he stretched you in the most forbidden place. And it was just the beginning. You moaned out loud, causing a chuckle from Brian, which made the sensation even more powerful.

“Ready for more love?”

You weren’t completely sure you could handle all of him, but every fibre of your being wanted to try.

“Yes. Please Sir.”

You could barely hear Brian curse under his breath. Your sweet, devoted words and use of the filthy title were impossible for him to resist. Especially with the tip of his cock already in your tight heat. But any upper hand you could have gained vanished as soon as his cock pushed further inside.

Inch by torturous inch he took your backside, moving so slowly it drove you mad. It seemed never ending: how deep he filled you, how wide. How your entire body moulded around the beautiful shape of his cock.

You were HIS, and you’d never felt it more.

The slow, deliberate movements made him feel even larger inside you. It gave you adequate time to learn the new sensations of anal intercourse. Every moment was overwhelming, but not yet enough, with the peak of pleasure just beyond reach. It wasn’t easy, like when he thumbed your clit. This was an ecstasy you had to work for. You had to let him fill you, one inch at a time, until you were bursting.

When Brian finally bottomed out, you thought you could feel him in your stomach. His warm body wrapped yours from the backs of your knees to the points of your shoulders. His long, thick cock prodded your organs and fired your nerves. You were SO full, stretched so far, unable to do anything but whine and try not to move for fear of the pain as you adjusted.

“Fucking Christ Y/N,” Brian moaned, “You’re so goddamn tight.” He pulled you against him impossibly closer, greedy for all of you. “Such a good girl. Taking all of my cock.” He was overcome with the sensation for a moment, basking in the warm, snug fit. Soon though, he took a deep breath, gathering control and focusing on your needs. “Are you still okay? ...Does it... hurt?”

You didn't quite know how to answer him. “...Yes.” Everything was overwhelming. The feel of him was so all-consuming, so MUCH... but you needed to explain just how good it was. “Yes, I’m okay. And, yes, it’s... tender.”

You had tears pricking your eyes, fighting to keep them hidden away, but this time they weren’t due to any pain. You were suddenly struck by how intimate the moment was. How unbelievable it was to have such a connection with Brian: a man you’d admired forever, and now loved with every piece of your heart. You’d given him something you’d never given anyone else, and this time, you could appreciate how special it was. Yes, his cock split you to the point of discomfort, but it was already fading away into pleasure. The best things in life were always a little painful. You wanted him to push you. You wanted him to hurt you. You knew he would in the end, no matter what. It was a burning, dangerous love. But what a way to live.

“...I’m sorry Y/N.” Brian’s words took you out of your mental spiral. He didn’t seem to know what to say.

“No Bri,” you stopped him, the cry slipping into your voice, ”Don’t be sorry. I love it. ...I love YOU.”

Everything else left your head, and you sobbed silent, happy tears in his arms: filled with his warmth.

Brian seemed to shudder around you, lost in the same heavenly acceptance and lust you felt. The next thing you knew, your tears were soothed by a barrage of kisses. He pressed his lips to any surface of your skin he could reach, and you could feel the passion in every single one of them.

There was something primal about the way his size pushed you to your limit; at this point you both knew the other liked it. He liked your scrunched face and throaty whine every time he filled you. You loved his blatant cursing and loss of control.

“I know it’s a lot. I…" he forced a chuckle hollowly, without much mirth in his admission, “...can be a lot. But you are everything, Y/N. Everything I could ever ask for.” Brian ran his hands up and down your skin, memorizing the shape of you against him. “I love you.”

You sniffed, content and bursting with profound affection. He spoke of so much more than the physical. You would never love anyone the same way you loved Brian.

“Now, my little darling,” he purred, “No more tears. Let yourself go... I’ve got you. Just relax, and be a good girl.”

His big, strong hand drifted up from your tight stomach, between your breasts, and settled around your throat. There, it rested, applying no pressure but the weight of his fingers stroking slowly. Instead of vulnerable or nervous, you felt nothing but safe. You belonged to Brian, and he was going to make everything perfect.

You swallowed the last of your tears, feeling the grip of his hand against your throat as you did so. “I’m want it Sir... please.” You closed your eyes and waited for his lead.

He started moving, which caused your muscles to tighten involuntarily in a mixture of excitement and inexperience, and the discomfort returned for a moment. Your eyes shot open again... until Brian’s hand steadied your neck, and his gentle hum implored you to relax.

He didn’t tell you what you were doing wrong... but the praise from his lips when you found the proper submission spoke for itself. “Good girl, sweet girl,” he’d murmur, when you let him take control and he could move within you without struggle. It was still impossibly tight and warm, but as you learned to let him move you... when you gave your body over fully... the discomfort faded, and a new, dragging pleasure replaced it.

Soon, each slow thrust from Brian carried to your toes and left you wanting more. He was everywhere all at once. Each and every muscle in your body was lax, accepting his desires gratefully. His cock reached so deep inside your core that it seemed to push the air from your chest. Yet your pussy was empty. And that was the delicious disgrace that left you desperate.

Brian’s voice filled your senses and made you shiver. “We’re going to go a little faster, okay baby? Tell me when you’re ready.”

You were always an open book for him. “Mmm... m’ready.” The words were slow and hazy when they came to you, from deep in the well of pleasure.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Your submissive voice floated throughout the room, coaxing him to take what he wanted. Buried in your tight channel, Brian started thrusting faster and deeper.

His cock reshaped your insides, moulding your body into the shape he needed. Every time his flesh stretched yours it was bliss. You relaxed into the strange sensation: the wonderful pleasure that teased and tortured, always far too much and never enough. Your nerves approached overstimulation but your orgasm evaded your core. You were high on the feel of him moving inside you, relaxed within his hold, and desperate to reach your peak.

“Bri... Sir... please,” you begged quietly, whimpering in the throes of pleasure.

A few laboured breaths, and Brian filled you again, bottoming out such that his balls met your bottom. His hand stroked your exposed throat in a show of arrogant contemplation, thumbing over the collar that marked he owned you. “Please, what?”

You knew it would be the end of you, but it was what you needed. “F- faster, please.”

Despite his lust and exertion, Brian chuckled: a warm, masculine sound that curled inside you. “Good girl.”

His grip around your throat tightened slightly; his other hand dug into your plump bottom. He fought back a growl as he pistoned into your tight rear, increasing his speed immediately once you begged for it: like he was rewarding your desperate plea and not indulging in exactly what he wanted.

The firm grip of his hands let him move your body back against his with every thrust, so each time the head of his cock felt deeper. Reached further towards your core. Claimed more. He’d soon lost control of his sounds within your tight heat, so you were spoiled by low grunts and greedy moans from his chest.

His noises of pleasure drove you onwards. You found yourself clenching to earn his growls, despite the ache that came with it. When his cock twitched, your thighs grew even wetter, and your clit throbbed for release. The appeal wasn’t simply the forbidden act. Your reaction was driven by his, and Brian was lost in what you were giving him.

“Fuck,” he spat, breathing heavily between teeth clenched in pleasure, “...so... fucking... tight.”

It obviously took a lot out of him to thrust and move your body like he wanted; you helped where you could, following his motions almost automatically despite your inexperience.

“Only for you Sir,” you moaned, and Brian’s big palm briefly slapped your ass again.

He groaned- as if unable to resist your temptation- and reattached his hand to your buttock, fucking with renewed abandon. “Mine.”

You loved how he lost control within you. The ferocity of the moment was what you both needed: finally giving into the raw desire that had been building all day.

“Please... fuck me harder.” Your desperate cries were barely heard over the creaking bed and Brian’s breaths. “Oh please Sir!”

Upon your plea, he bit your shoulder, claiming your skin in an almost animalistic way that you loved to your very core. You wanted his marks on you forever- as you knew they would be inside. You were a mess of instincts and pleasure, about to come from how desired he made you feel.

“I’m all yours,” you moaned, knowing it would finish the man beside you. Something about your weak voice over the sounds of Brian’s groans and his fat cock stretching your arse... it was too much.

You brought your fingers to your clit and gave yourself the extra push you needed so desperately. The wetness you found was striking: a little wanton whore, spreading her ass so Bri could fuck it, and loving the submission of it all so much that you wanted to come. This time, it was your choice. And it was GOOD.

You thought of Brian’s massive manhood in your tiny hole. Focused on the way he groaned and took because of how good you made him feel. Surrendered to the sensation of being stretched and filled. You felt the large hand of your gentle lover squeezing your throat, tightening around your windpipe and his collar.

And you came.

“Aaaagggghhhh!” Whether it was a shriek or a moan, you couldn’t tell, because as your orgasm tore through your body, it clenched around Brian’s cock, and your thoughts blurred to nothing. Pain and pleasure became one. Your cries were lost within your lungs and beneath Brian’s fingers. You shuddered, surrounded by his warmth, and could only be silenced when the heat spread within.

Brian found his release through yours, pumping rope after rope of hot pleasure into your body with a snarling cry. He filled you as you pulsated around him, and the thought of his seed so deep within your core sent your muscles fluttering in another round of orgasmic bliss.

This was what he’d meant when he’d said it could be good. This was what you’d been waiting for. Something you’d never, ever, forget.

Brian collapsed against the mattress, plunging once more into your heat, as deep as he could, so that his heavy scrotum met your red skin. His come stayed inside you for a moment, trapped by the stretch of his still-thick cock, until you could both catch your breath.

Understandably, it took Brian a lot longer than you. But the feel of his strong arms around your bare skin tempted the onset of sleep. You had a worsening habit of remaining together after sex: clinging on to each other for as long as possible, not wanting to part from the perfection of the moment. Everything was simple when it was sex. You could hide away from the world in each other’s embrace.

This time, though, you knew you couldn’t remain entwined all night as you were. Brian’s penis had softened inside you, and his come had started to cool as it dripped between your cheeks. Still, you wouldn’t be the first to move.

Another perfect moment later, Brian sighed. “I love you so fucking much Y/N.” His words were joyous, but his tone held something sad. “I still can’t believe you sometimes.” You could always leave it to Brian, to drift a little too far down after a high. It was one of the things you’d learned about him; one of the many things you loved.

“I still can’t believe YOU,” you replied, squirming your arse against his hips, “Would ever choose someone like me.”

The fingers slowly petting your hair stopped for a second, nonplussed that you could imply something so foolish. “How could I not? You’re so bloody perfect.”

And suddenly, whatever darkness or shame that had found him was once again dispersed, replaced by a need to protect and comfort. “Such a good, good girl,” he purred, sliding his big hand down to your stomach as if to feel himself still inside you. “So very giving. So small. My cute, smart, brave little girl.”

You felt yourself blush at his description. His view of you was both humbling and erotic. Perhaps your goal wasn’t to fish for complements, but you couldn’t deny it was special to hear them from Brian’s smooth tenor.

It was your turn to sigh. “And YOU,” you paused to assure your honestly, “Are a dream come true. I know you don’t think so, but you are perfect for me too. My strong, handsome man. I always feel lucky to be in your arms.”

To answer your sentiments, a pair of soft lips nibbled your shoulder. Perhaps you had shocked him into silence. The smell of sex was still heavy in the air, but it was layered with something sweet as well.

Regretfully, Brian removed himself from inside you. The shifting pain squeezed shut your eyes, only briefly. The cool slide of his spend dripping from your opening was a spark of eroticism amidst the settling serenity. Your core clenched one last time, pushing forth the pearly white evidence of Brian’s ownership. You remained still as he used the various upturned blankets to clean your body. And his own. It wasn’t the best method for such things, but at the moment you cared much more about remaining in his arms.

You rolled your sore body over so that you were facing Brian. Your eyes traced his plump lips. The corners of your own mouth perked up when you saw him smirk. He was irresistible.

You spent the next few minutes kissing and exploring each other’s bodies like you hadn’t already memorized every detail. Every tiny mole. You loved the large swaths of skin you could rub your hands on. You loved his fuzzy chest.

You adored his little belly, especially pressed so soft and warm against yours.

His lips took their time playing with yours. Nibbling and sucking, just light enough to tease. He tasted and smelled so wonderful. You could lie in his arms for hours, blissfully demonstrating your overwhelming love.

Whether it was the relentless pounding of sex and passion, or the gentle caress of soft kisses, you loved both sides of Brian. You needed both. You felt just as loved impaled on his cock as asleep in his arms.

Tonight, as he spent the rest of the evening murmuring praises and soothing your skin, Brian thanked you for your trust the best way he knew how. You returned your appreciation with every tired kiss and gentle squeeze. The aftercare was bliss: the perfect ending to a day of passion.

You were so glad Brian earned your trust. A do-over that righted past wrongs and allowed them to fade away. A piece of you forever belonged to Brian. And, warm and protected in his embrace, you rather thought he’d given you something as well.

“Sleep now, little love.”

His beautiful voice was all you heard as you drifted off, exhausted and fulfilled.

 

Drawing by @XanaduHoneydew !!! (Daddy kink warning)

Chapter 149: Preparation (II)

Notes:

Hello all! Here's another chapter... slow as they are these days! It's basically all fluff and praise (and some erotic moments imo) because that's what I need these days I think!

Hopefully you can all catch the reference in the title to my first ever chapter, but if not - I've just pointed it out to you ;p

Daddy kink warning, but not a big one. Let me know what you're looking forward to in the next chapters, and give me some suggestions if you have ideas!

New Orleans.

Let the good times roll.

It was a city of fun and decadence. The place was alight with passion and energy, especially as you watched another glorious performance by Queen and Adam from the sidestage. You could tell the older men knew the city well. They had fond memories of wild parties, some of which Brian relayed to you this morning. You were always in awe of the life he’d lived. You were sure your mouth had dropped at the mention of naked wrestling and shenanigans in the pool, he’d simply grinned and winked.

It was all increasing your suspense for tomorrow night, when Queen were celebrating their return to the city with a party to rival the past. A last hurrah on one of the last stops of the tour.

As you watched Brian strut and pose on stage, you felt your thighs press together. You’d lost count of how many shows you’d seen, but he never failed to make you yearn. You watched his hips thrust against Red, wishing it was you instead. Every subtle movement was an art.

You had a sudden realization about how far you’d come: from the first time you found yourself as a shy girl watching rock gods from the sidestage, to your confidence at present. The quiet efficiency of the crew and the gossiping wardrobe ladies were now simply background noise. You remembered how they’d made you nervous and frightened, all those weeks ago, sneering and wondering so openly about why you were there. Now it seemed they knew. Everyone knew. But no one ever spoke about it.

Except Sarina, who continued to stare daggers at you whenever she had the chance in some bid to remind you just how horrible you were.

An involuntary shudder ran through your skin as your eyes drifted over to her, watching her husband much like you were Brian. And also so very different. You knew so many parts of you being with Bri were wrong. But so many were right too.

You were perfect together, and you couldn’t wait for the party tomorrow to make sure everyone could see that. You belonged to him: heart, body and soul.

You let your gaze wander back to the stage, admiring how good he looked out there. How ALIVE. The little flick of his hips; the arm raised to the heavens as Red sang in her recognizable tone. It meant so much to you just to see him happy, and you knew nothing much could compare to the thrill of performing on stage. It was now, that the passion and beauty you knew so well could be shared with others. On stage, everyone had the chance to admire how he shone. The roar of the crowed put a smile on his face. Off stage, that job fell back to you. You couldn't wait.

…

You woke up the next day with Brian’s arms around your bosom and butterflies in your stomach. You’d both known that today would be full and tiring, so last night Brian’s post-concert adrenaline had been sorted with a few minutes down your throat. After you’d swallowed everything and licked your lips clean, you denied his tired eyebrow offering your reciprocal pleasure. You knew he was beat. You simply smiled and said, “I wanna wait for tomorrow please Daddy.” His lustful grown and the twitch of his spent cock said it all: the longer you denied yourself the greater your pleasure would be.

The morning passed quickly as you lazed about after both your morning exercise routines, eating a healthy breakfast together and scrolling through your phones in companiable silence. Your sparkly angel dress hung on the doorframe of Brian’s bedroom, making you nervous and excited for what was to come. Your mind flashed to the short hem and low neckline, and how you would look in it. How Brian would look next to you. But mostly, how perfect you’d look together.

There was certainly a shameful part of you that wanted to show off. That you were here with HIM. You knew Bri wanted the same. He’d told you as much when he bought the dress: drawling in his sexy voice about how he wanted to make everyone jealous of his babygirl. It was certainly beautiful – as it better be for that price. It may not matter to Brian, but you were anxious to be wearing something worth more than your car back in Dallas. You didn’t want to ruin it...

And truly... you had a hard time believing you were worthy of something so exquisite.

So your nerves grew. The only things that kept them at bay were the occasional glances from Brian, accompanied by his little winks. He had his bare feet propped up over the edge of the couch because he was too tall to fit. One crossed over the other and bobbed when he was deep in thought. His T-shirt had ridden up to show a sliver of tummy peeking out above his shorts. It took nothing but a man like that, to make you feel special.

Soon, it was time to start getting ready. Brian wandered over to you and patted your head, ruffling your freshly washed hair good-naturedly. “We better start getting dressed Y/N,” he said, smiling bright, “I don’t want Allan to have a fit when you make us late for the millionth time.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. It certainly wasn’t YOU who kept the driver waiting. “Of course Bri. I’m working on it.”

“Mmm... good girl.” The humourous twitch of his lips gave way to a tempting tongue. His eyes bore into yours with a heat that was far too lethal for the time of day. Bri always loved your playful submission. You knew you were in for a wonderful night.

Bri went into his bedroom and you grabbed your dress to change in the living room. There had to be some surprises, after all. You couldn’t wait to see what he’d picked out. As you took the dress material out of its protective bag, the nervousness crept back up your neck. You’d forgotten just how tantalizing it was. Its purchase had been obscured by your state of arousal in the store. Now, you just hoped you didn’t look foolish.

You stripped down to nothing but your lacy thong: another gift from Bri. There was certainly no way you could wear a bra with this dress. You stretched the material over your curves and tied the strings around your neck so that the ‘wings’ of the outfit covered your breasts. Your back was bare except for the jeweled ends of the strings, which moved and touched along the ridges of your spine. The intricate details of all the sparkling patterns of the dress accentuated the two firm globes of your rear, and the glimmering wings drew attention to your slim waist and cleavage. You put on some high, golden stiletto sandals to complete the look, make your legs seem longer, and close the gap Brian had to lean down to kiss you.

You knew you hadn’t done your hair or makeup yet, but even now, when you looked in the full-length mirror, you were once again stunned by the beauty of the dress. It was gorgeous. And obviously very expensive. It looked as if it could have been formed from liquid gold.

You loved how it made you look: sexy and confident in your body, which you were. You’d worked hard for it. But, as your eyes drifted further up your reflection and settled on your face, you watched yourself frown. The plain girl you saw staring back at you didn’t belong. Your self-image had improved with Bri’s support, but right now with nerves prickling at your back it was easy to believe you weren’t worthy of the luxury... or the love.

Luckily, it was then that Brian’s voice called out from his bedroom, interrupting your thoughts. “Are you ready darling?” He almost sang, melodic and bright. “I’m dying to see you in that little dress again.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I’m dying to see YOU! You never told me what you were wearing.”

Brian chuckled, pleased with his withholding. “Well... here it is!” He stepped out from the bedroom in a few long strides and stood for your inspection.

You swore your jaw flopped open like some kind of cartoon. He was wearing a royal purple blazer that shone slightly in the light, like some sort of velvet or satin. It had little tails that brought attention to his lovely long legs, wrapped in well-fitting black trousers and finished with dressy black clogs for an extra inch over 6 feet. Under the blazer he wore a crisp black shirt: hanging open, as usual, so that the white curls on his chest peeked out in opposition. The golden tie he’d bought to match your dress was dangling, still untied, around his neck. He was ethereal - gorgeous - and, as he stood there trying to maintain his confidence while you observed him, you’d never been so in love.

“You look stunning-” “You’re beautiful-” You both interrupted the other, laughing once you realized it and taking a moment of silence to smile. You ran over to him, aware via the weight of them that every step made your breasts bounce tantalizingly in your dress.

As soon as you were within reach Brian pulled you against him, smothering you against his bare chest while his hands cupped your rear. You were suddenly awash in the smell of him; the soft curls of his chest hair tickled your nose. His big hands kneaded the tight material over your ass, unconsciously pulling you towards him like he couldn’t get enough.

“You’re so beautiful darling.” He repeated his words from earlier, and you enjoyed the deep vibrations against your cheek as he spoke. “You look so fucking delicious in this... even better than I remembered it.”

You shuddered at his praise, and Brian pulled you against him tighter. “Everyone will want you Y/N, so sweet and innocent, begging for corruption with that little smirk of yours. But it’s all for me. You’re mine, babygirl. MINE.”

“Yes Daddy; it’s all for you. I’m yours.” When Brian got possessive like this you couldn’t help but melt, giving in to his claim wholeheartedly. You knew it was true. You’d be his for the rest of your life, and that fact was terrifying.

“I’m so lucky to be yours Bri...” It was your turn for praise. “I’m so proud. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” Finally, you pulled your head off his chest, leaning back to take another good look at him. “This-” you fumbled the lapel of his jacket, “-is brilliant. And THIS...” your hands moved further down, roaming his soft chest and then popping open an additional button so that the swell of his tummy was accessible, “...is even better.”

Brian chuckled above you, and you adored the fact that, thanks to you, he could now accept and enjoy praise for all parts of his body. “Well, little one, I’m afraid that’s only temporary. I need to wear the tie properly to match my sweet girl.”

“But Daddy…" you begged, pouting teasingly, “...you know how sexy your chest is.” He simply looked at you with a steady, knowing gaze, like he was humouring you, but about to deny your wishes. More burst form your mouth before he could say anything. “You’ve done it before though- right? A suit with no shirt underneath.” A particular photoshoot for ‘The Miracle’ came to mind.

“Those days have long passed my dear.” Brian’s eyes met the floor briefly.

You leaned in to give him a kiss on the sternum, and rubbed your hands down his sides. “It’s up to you Bri,” you said, adding, “but I’m sure the tie would match just as well hanging loose or as a pocket square.”

He laughed again, squeezing your ass as the sparkle returned to his eye. “We’ll see how the night goes, naughty girl. Besides, I think everyone will be too distracted looking at you to even notice what I’m wearing.”

He let you go, reluctantly, and you rolled your eyes to yourself at the thought that Bri could ever be inconspicuous. His eyes on your rear gave you an excess swing in your hips as you walked over to grab your makeup. “Well... I’ll be looking at you Bri.”

You sat at the vanity in the bathroom, picking up your makeup bag while observing yourself in the mirror. Your weeks with Bri had left you a plethora of memories in the form of tiny bruises and marks on your skin. You were used to them by now; every purple spot brought a flashback to the eager tongue, sharp teeth or desperate fingers that caused it. It was only now, with so much skin showing in the dress, that you could see just how thoroughly he’d marked you.

Brian followed to the bathroom and sidled up to the counter to finish your playful conversation, but his mind was soon distracted, as yours had been, by the state of your skin – but more so by the makeup you were about to cover it with.

“No need for that darling,” he stared at you through the mirror. “I spent far too long on those just for you to hide them away.”

You looked up to meet Bri’s face just in time to see him wink. Even something that small, coming from him could make you shudder. You surveyed the marks between your breasts and above your navel that could be seen in the plunging neckline of your dress. You looked at the red and faded purple on your neck. They stood out deliciously against your pale skin. Unlike you, who had to hide all your hickies beneath Brian’s clothes, he clearly had no qualms about where he enjoyed your flesh.

“Oh! Really Bri?” You twisted your face in mild concern. “You don’t think it’s a little too... obvious?”

He laughed then, stepping closer so that his large body was behind yours on the chair. “Darling, it’s gonna be obvious either way.” As you looked at his presence beside yours, and the possessive hand that drifted to your shoulder, you knew he was right. If Brian liked looking at your marks as much as you did, then you couldn’t take them away from him.

You proceeded to apply your makeup only to your face: highlighting your cheeks and accentuating your eyes. A touch of gold sparkle as eyeliner to match your dress. You pinned your hair half up, so that it wouldn’t completely cover the open back of the dress but would still flow enticingly. When you were done, you found it a little easier to smile in the mirror. It wasn’t much makeup, but it was all you needed. Your mask was in place, and you wore your dress well.

“Gorgeous both ways, Y/N.” Brian said, matching your smile in the mirror. He’d been playing with his hair and looking at his phone while you worked. “My turn?”

Your grin spread to your rosy cheeks.

Ever since the night at the club in Florida, you felt Brian had embraced his beauty just that little bit more. You adored giving him a touch of shadow, liner and mascara. It was a special and intimate process with your hands resting on his cheeks and the flutter of his lashes under your brush. When you were done, you cupped his soft cheek in one hand, stroking the skin under his eye with your thumb. “Beautiful.”

A tad of makeup brought out the mysterious glint in Brian’s eyes. The depths that seemed always to drag you in. The hint of regality. The taste of naughtiness. He was perfect inside and out, and this simply enhanced it so that everyone would see.

Brian winked at you, flicking his long black lashes, and a surge of warmth settled in your core. “Thanks darling.”

You looked at his entire ensemble once more, taking in the subtle glamour and confidence he could exude so well, and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Bri was looking at you much the same. Your stomach flip-flopped again, swirling with butterflies.

“So...” you started, “...are we ready then?”

Your tall lover smiled wide, shaking his freshly-floofed curls. “Not quite.” He sauntered over to the familiar top drawer of his dresser and pulled it open. “One more thing...”

You knew what it was before you even saw it. Of course. A deep, satisfied pleasure curled underneath your navel. You could feel the material of your thin panties dampen as Brian stepped closer to put it on. His hands were huge and warm around your neck. As always, you trembled in erotic joy. You couldn’t wait to look in the mirror once he was done.

Your beautiful black collar, with its gold buckle, fit perfectly with the ensemble. The darker tones in the patterned gold on your dress sparkled against the metal. It looked like it could have been a choker, but, as you stood still and Brian towered next to you, it was undoubtably something else.

“There,” said Bri, pulling you close against him and placing a hand on the bare skin at the small of your back. “Now you’re all mine.”

You would have been concerned with how possessive Bri was getting tonight, if it wasn’t so sexy. He would have multiple chances to claim you again during the party. You shuddered even imagining the satisfaction. You couldn’t wait for what he’d do.

And yet... a part of you couldn’t settle. Something didn’t feel right, and you had a niggling feeling of dread. Brian had been acting so brazen lately, with the outings and the club and his actions towards you around others. It was as if a part of him wanted to get caught. You met his eyes in the mirror – dark and seductive – and hoped that the heaviness in your gut was arousal.

It would all be alright. Brian had far too much to lose were he to get caught. Again. And this time, you would be in the crossfire. Looking into that beautiful, confident face though, you couldn’t help but trust him completely.

Chapter 150: The Party

Notes:

Happy early Valentine's day!
I'm back with another chapter that doesn't develop the plot much and probably no one but me cares about - VERY overdue. You're welcome :)

Maybe some people out there still read this? Sorry the updates are taking so long. Life is busy, and honestly it's a little difficult finding motivation for writing these days, when there's such minimal interaction. I know it's annoying to beg for comments but I can imagine all this in my head much easier than writing it down, y'know? ;p

xxDBM

Brian’s hand was warm on the small of your wrist as you stepped out of the car after him. He’d held it for you with a sweet, reassuring smile. And eyes of dark promise. The driver Allan was waved off by Bri’s long fingers: bare of any significant ring, as always. You wondered why your mind chose this moment to fixate on such things.

The uneasy, warm, guilty pleasure that always accompanied you when Bri took you into public was remedied somewhat when that same big hand found the bare skin of your back. You swore you shivered against his touch, and your knees threatened to give out on the sidewalk. It was suddenly all too much: where you were and who you were with. The reality of it all hit you at once.

Brian’s firm hold kept you upright, and his warm whisper made your pulse flutter in your neck. “I’ve got you darling.”

He did. And everyone was watching.

You held onto his strong, experienced arm as he led you through the small crowd that had gathered outside the venue. Queen were back in New Orleans to re-live their infamous party, and, despite the attempt at secrecy, word had got out. You squinted at the few flashbulbs that went off beyond the velvet ropes, unused to it all. Brian was, by contrast, unaffected. He held your hand and strode through the entrance with his head high and a smile plastered on his face.

A piece of your mind cringed at the thought of how the photos would look: you with your eyes closed and face scrunched, looking so pathetic next to his splendor. A larger piece wondered if you should drop his hand. But when your fingers loosened, his tightened. It was only another few steps until Brian had pulled you inside.

There was a group of men at the door who greeted him immediately. The party had ample security and process, but it was no surprise that Brian was known on sight. He was escorted to a private area, and you along with him, no questions asked. He walked in front and led you like a lost puppy, eager but nervous.

“Thank you,” Brian said, patting the velvet pillow beside him for you to sit as he dismissed the employees. The seating area was a loft overlooking the bulk of the party, which was already going on beneath you. A gathering hosted by Queen had a variety of exciting, vibrant guests that would surely wish to see the band themselves. A separate space was needed for clarity of mind.

Before you could take your seat, you noticed that Adam was already making use of one of the other chairs. He wore a shimmering blue jumpsuit, not as dazzling as those he wore onstage, but instead elegant and flattering. His eyeshadow was bright blue: perfectly done and distinctly him.

His gaze caught you before you settled down. “Oh my GOD Y/N!!!” His voice was excited in a way only a good friend, with a particular interest in fashion and material, could be. “That DRESS!!” His mouth dropped open comically, and despite yourself, you couldn’t stifle a chuckle.

You were initially self-conscious, but the feeling passed quickly. Adam had seen you in so much less. “D’ya like it?”

Adam bolted up out of his chair, striding towards you with wide eyes. “Just... Fuck!! Of course I do!” His eyes roamed your body in a purely platonic motion, lingering over the enticing gemstones and... lack... of material. “You look like sin on earth.”

You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration, twirling as he motioned you to do so. “I’m supposed to be an angel, Adam.” You pointed towards the ‘wings’ that covered your breasts.

His eyebrows raised and lips pursed in recognition. “Of course. You certainly have the body of one.” He smirked at his little joke. His hand reached out to play with one of the faux ‘feathers’, but at the last moment his eyes flicked past you, and he seemed to reconsider. “I take it it’s new?”

Of course. Adam knew you could never afford something like this on your own. “A gift from Bri,” you confirmed.

Glossy lips widened into a smile. Adam locked eyes with the man over your shoulder again. “What wonderful taste you have... You’re going to have your hands full.”

The rich, smooth sound of Brian’s laughter filled the air behind you, and he finally ran out of patience. His big hands grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap. “I’m looking forward to it.” His lithe fingers played with the short hem of your skirt, as if to prove his point.

“Well...” you said, teasingly. “I knew I had to get something that would keep up with YOUR outfit Daddy.”

You said the name also teasingly, enjoying the last few moments you could tempt him with it tonight, in safe company. Besides, what you said was true. Brian was CUTE in his Groot T-shirt. He was SEXY wearing anything, or nothing. But in this suit... with its slight sheen and studded details- not as flash as yours or Adam’s, but deep and purple and well-tailored- he was... incredible. Powerful. You felt honoured simply to be sat in his lap.

Brian had a way of making you feel wonderfully desired. Cherished, safe, and just embarrassed enough to slicken your thighs. There was no better feeling than to be HIS.

Brian didn’t say anything in response, but you felt his smile as his lips pressed against the back of your neck.

...

It wasn’t long before most of the band arrived, and yet you were already nursing your second drink. You knew you’d have to pace yourself tonight, but the stubborn unease of hot, potent nerves needed to be dulled, lest you tremble for the wrong reasons. The bulk of your confidence came from the fact that Brian was beside you, holding you. You would have never managed without him; this was HIS universe.

“What’s got you all worked up my dear?” Brian was always able to sense your tension. It was in his instincts to soothe it.

You swallowed another mouthful of bitter champagne. “Nothing... sorry.” You didn’t want to take away from the celebratory mood before it even started. But, as expected, Brian wouldn’t be dismissed.

“Tell me.” It was at once a warning and a tease. He commanded you with such little effort that it was almost shameful.

“Roger and... S-Sarina... They aren’t here yet.”

You hated how you stuttered over her name. Hated how much power she still seemed to have over you. All for daring to accuse you of the truth.

“Oh darling, don’t worry about that.” He turned towards you on the booth: all looming height and soft curls, saying the same thing he always did. His hand came up to rest behind your head so that his arm blocked out the rest of the room. “She disapproves of what she doesn’t understand. We’ve been over this. I want to enjoy the evening with a woman I love.” His eyes stared into yours, deep and sweet enough that you missed the ambiguity of his words. “Sarina doesn’t control me... or you. Okay?”

You nodded, and Brian smiled, and kissed you, and then suddenly everything was alright. His lips danced with yours as if you were the only two beings on earth. The love was clear, the lust buried beneath. He caressed your skin like you were precious and perfect: so impossibly irreplaceable that every fibre in his body needed to keep you safe.

“Okay,” you answered. And, despite your hesitations, you felt yourself believing it for another temporary moment. Brian’s word was experienced and trustworthy. Someone like him couldn’t be wrong. His conviction gave you permission to block out the worries, and down the last of your drink before the drummer and his wife arrived.

...

The weight of self-consciousness had slowly evaporated with the alcohol, and Bri’s bubbly presence beside you. When the drummer and his wife arrived in the private loft, your heartrate was under control. You breathed deeply, and observed, sitting in a manner you hoped seemed confident: like a woman with a right to be there. Because you did. Brian, specifically, made it very clear that he wanted you with him tonight. You’d never fully understand the reason, but Bri was Bri, and there wasn’t much use in arguing with him.

Stubborn as an ox, your love.

Perhaps it was that thought that put the little smirk on your face as the Taylors arrived.

They walked in side-by-side, neither in front of the other. Roger wore a white shirt, slightly unbuttoned- but not so deep to rival Bri- and a shimmering red jacket. His signature sunglasses were still in place inside the building. Always a rockstar.

Sarina, for her part, looked a stunning counterpart. She wore a satin suit that accentuated her voluptuous body. The red flowered details matched Roger’s colouring, and gave the outfit a summery feel. They both looked great.

You smiled at Roger and were pleased to receive a sparkly-eyed grin in return. No matter what the current situation, it was a welcome reminder that there was no bad blood between you and the drummer. Perhaps he understood, more than most, Brian’s decisions.

“Evenin’ Rog,” said Brian, chirpy from his position beside you. “A bit late to the party?”

“Like you have ANY fucking right to comment,” Roger huffed, good-naturedly.

“Bah!” Brian laughed at his own gall, teasing and self-effacing. “Y/N kept me on time today.”

Your skin tingled at the way your name rolled off his tongue, but you almost regretted Brian’s mention of you, for it drew Sarina’s eyes to your form.

“Oh, Y/N!” Her voice was full of false-surprise, mocking while sounding pleasant. “I should have expected to see you here.”

You opened your mouth to answer, but Brian wouldn’t let even that amount of petty squabble pass. “Y/N is here,” he stalled, looking into Sarina’s eyes with a level stare, “Because I invited her here. The only thing I expect... is civility.”

One defined eyebrow rose, as her ruby lips twisted into a smirk. “Oh really? Fine Bri. We’ll see how that works out for you as the night progresses.”

Sarina continued to stare at you as her husband tried to diffuse the interaction with an awkward smile. She left it there, speaking no more, but you couldn’t shake the feeling, as her eyes grew piercing, that she knew something you didn’t.

It sent a small shiver down your back.

It was only a moment more of silence, before Adam chirped in to break the tension. “Who wants a SHOT!?!” He stood up with 5 glasses between the fingers of one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other, waving them in the air.

God, you shook your head, you loved that boy.

...

Eventually you grew tired of avoiding Sarina’s stares in the little loft, despite all the other wonderful company. You were growing restless. You didn’t want to simply watch the party from above, you wanted to BE in it. To experience all there was on offer; to forget your fears and enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime moment.

Brian smiled at your eagerness. It wasn’t once-in-a-lifetime for him, and he clearly didn’t feel the same pull as you: to be down amongst the masses. The sparkle in his eyes, however, proved just how much he enjoyed the wonder reflected in yours.

“Go ahead Y/N,” he said, “Have fun! Don’t let this old fart stop you.” He grinned wide, swaying slightly as he gestured to himself in jest. As if he wasn’t the man who’d shown you what fun really meant.

“Yeah?” You confirmed.

Brian nodded his head. “Yeah.” He pulled you close for a quick kiss on the cheek, pinching the side of your waist at the same time. “I’ll be here waiting.” The last words were almost sung from his lips, settling the last bit of reluctance in your stomach.

Brian left that beautiful flutter-feeling in your chest that carried with you through Sarina’s latest questioning glare and halfway down the stairs to the floor below. From here, you had the perfect view of the scene.

There were throngs of people dancing and conversing. Clusters of colourful faces gathering around fountains flowing with what you guessed was champagne, and was that one... chocolate? There were feasts piled high of meaty - and vegetarian – delights. There were acrobats in spangly suits to rival Adam’s. One woman wearing stilts and not much else. There was what appeared to be a group of drag queens who were the best dressed in attendance by far.

It was an homage to the opulence of the past, but unmistakably it pulsed with the spirit of the present. You loved it.

You walked, in your tight dress and stiletto heels, down the final few steps past the security. You knew your dress sparkled in the strobe lights. You knew there were eyes watching you, but the most important were the hazel ones from above. You felt like you were almost an extension of Brian tonight, dressed and done up to his liking. It was perhaps a strange thought, but it gave so much more confidence than you could ever carry yourself.

You lowered your hip and strode into the crowd. Perhaps if you had enough fun, he’d get jealous. You tried to hide the smirk on your face. Then it would certainly be a wonderful night.

Taste whet with previous glasses, your first destination was the fountain. It was beautiful: rows of glasses stacked on display with the bright liquid flowing in the centre. You stopped to take one for yourself, careful to grab from the area that was already used, lest you ruin the elegance of the sculpture. You pulled the champagne to your lips and smiled at the surrounding people, eyes darting from face to face.

It was all a bit awkward, not knowing anyone, but you were buzzing enough to ignore that creeping unease. You remembered the hazel eyes above you and straightened your shoulders. No insecurity, you told yourself. You belonged to Bri.

“Hello,” a woman wearing a green strapless dress introduced herself to you, “I’m Elora.” You smiled and returned the greeting.

Her eyes crinkled, but were largely distracted by your outfit. “That’s a beautiful dress.”

“Thank you! I love yours as well!”

Elora’s face turned red and bashful, hinting at the few champagne glasses she’d had; you liked her already. “I think I’m just glad to have an event to wear it to! Always hard to find an occasion, right?”

At that, you laughed. “I know what you mean! I think this is the one night of my life that I’ll be able to wear this!”

As you say them, the words cement themselves in your brain, and the truth of the matter stings slightly.

“Really?!? That would be such a shame! It looks like it’s worth its weight in gold.”

“It probably is!” You laugh again, pushing the sadness from your mind. “Thankfully, it was a gift… with tonight in mind.”

Elora’s eyes flicked back to yours from where they were examining all the glittering details of your dress and your collar. You could see a brief glimpse of intrigue pass her features, but she let it go and laughed herself. “Then I’m glad you’re wearing it!”

It turned out that Elora was also on her own at the party. She worked at a publishing firm, but was mostly here as the ‘plus one’ of her friend who had a higher management position. Said friend was off already with a group of what Elora described as “big wigs.” She was wonderfully down to earth, and perfect company to explore the party with.

You both admired the performing contortionists with wide eyes, both giggled at the mimes. You both ate far too much at the chocolate fountain and struggled not to spill a single drop of the dessert on yourselves. You were having such a good time with the atmosphere and the alcohol, that you had lost all track of what time had passed. It could have been twenty minutes, or it could have been an hour, but it didn’t matter because when Elora suggested you head to the dance floor you thought it was a brilliant idea.

There was a good selection of classic pop-rock playing that you could sway your body to, chatting with Elora as you nursed your current drinks. The dance floor was a little sparse at the moment, so there was plenty of space to twirl absentmindedly.

“So what do you do again, Y/N?” Elora asked for the third time, or so, and you didn’t think you could worm your way out of this one with a distracting acrobat like the last few.

“I’m an AT – athletic therapist. It’s kinda like a physio, but I don’t have all my schooling yet. Finishing soon though!”

“Oh! Wonderful! You’re in school here in New Orleans?”

“No actually, I’m in school in Dallas, but I’m clearly on a little vacation right now.” You stuck your tongue out at Elora, indicating your obvious laisse-faire relationship with your education at the moment. She laughed.

“Haha- Good for you girl. But how did an AT from Dallas end up at Queen’s New Orleans party extravaganza?” she said, raising her arms and spinning as she spoke as if to demonstrate all the opulence around the two of you.

A sheepish smile spread to your lips. “I’m actually touring with the crew as their AT. Quite the whirlwind… but I guess it’ll be finishing soon.”

Her eyes went wide, almost bugging out of her skull, and she hastily swallowed the sip she’d just taken. “What?!? Really?? OMG of course that makes sense and all...” her words ran a mile a minute “...and, no offence, but why...” She trailed off, afraid of insulting you in some way, and you gently put her out of her misery.

“Why wouldn’t they hire someone with a little more experience?” You supplied the question.

Elora smiled at your understanding. “Yeah,” she chuckled breathlessly, “I guess.”

“Just in the right place at the right time... or something like that.” You shrugged. Elora didn’t seem to fully accept your answer.

“Do you ever get to work with the band?”

It was a question you’d been preparing for. You had your answer keyed up and ready to deliver.

“Yes... I’ve treated Adam and Brian a few times, as well as Neil. They’re all wonderful.”

Briefly, the hard eyes of jealousy became Elora’s face, but it passed quickly into more intrigue. “...AND?!?”

“Well... they’ve welcomed me with open arms, for the most part. They’re all so genuine. And as smart and charismatic as you’d expect. I can’t really share much more though, because the interactions have been professional, if you understand.”

“Of course I understand Y/N!” She shook her head slightly. “It’s just... you’re a lucky girl you know?”

‘Trust me... I know.”

...

You and Elora danced until your cups were empty once more. A small group of men had formed around your area on the dancefloor. Far be it for two attractive young women to be left thirsty at a party such as this.

A young man in a well-fitting suit sidled up to the pair of you with fizzy refills. “Would either of you beautiful ladies care for another drink?” His hair was sandy and his smile was bright. “I couldn’t help but notice you here on your own, running on empty.”

You gave a small smile in return and motioned for Elora to take the lead while you made yourself busy staring at the floor. Thankfully, she seemed very interested indeed.

“Thank you!!” She was charming and bubbly, immediately sweeping the man off his feet. You took Elora’s empty drink from her and watched, genuinely pleased, as the man passed one of his full ones to her. They clinked glasses and took matching sips before introductions.

It wasn’t too long before you were left on your own for a song or two, with Elora and her mystery man lighting up the dance floor. You watched her graceful, enticing movements, and hoped that you looked even half as tantalizing when you swayed beside her. When they did return to you, David – as he was called – was a welcome addition to the group. You chatted for a bit amongst the three of you, and found yourself smiling when Elora would casually bump his hip with hers, amongst other playful flirting. It was cute, and you sighed to yourself at how easy some love could be.

A few minutes later another man walked up to the three of you. He was tall: medium length dark hair and sharp features. Very attractive, and, on another day, completely your type. He nodded at David, who seemed to recognize him in return.

“Hi!” he said, loose and gangly, yet somehow charming with his long limbs, “I’m Tom – just a friend of Dave’s passing through.”

You smiled, and Elora and David murmured their greetings.

“I see you two are well-acquainted,” Tom said, nodding towards Elora and his friend, who were standing practically shoulder to shoulder, faces red with bubbling hope and wine, “But I wonder if your angelic friend would like to dance?”

His eyes turned to you then, and you felt your own cheeks redden. You found yourself looking once again at the floor, but couldn’t deny the buzzing excitement in your stomach. It was a wonderful confidence boost to know that you, and your dress, were enticing enough for such flirtation.

“Sorry, I’m actually here with someone.” You managed to say the words succinctly, bordering on pleasant as you declined.

Tom was visibly disappointed, frowning for a moment, before gathering his wits and rolling with the revelation, back to his friendly self. “Oh okay... I completely understand. Can’t say I’m not disappointed though!”

You thanked the man for his kind words, wishing him luck as he returned to the crowd on his mission for a dance partner, before Elora caught your attention once more.

“Are you?” Her face rose sideways, matching the tilt of her head. Still reeling from your encounter, you couldn’t quite follow.

“...Am I?”

Elora laughed, and David along with her. “Are you here with someone?”

You chuckled yourself, realizing you’d probably had a few more drinks than you realized. “Ah…Not really.” You shrugged. “Just though it would be easier.”

“You weren’t interested in him?” Elora placed a hand on her hip, awaiting your reply, and somehow reminding you of your mother.

“No. I’m...” You looked at her gentle eyes. “I’m a bit caught up with someone else at the moment. It’s complicated.” You tried to ignore the slow tearing pain in your chest.

Elora nodded sympathetically, seeming to understand your predicament in some capability. “Dating troubles.”

You sighed. “Yeah… something like that.”

Something you could never truly have. Something that would end all too soon. Something that finally made you live, but that was going to ruin you forever.

She had no fucking idea.

...

The party continued in a blur of laughs and pleasure. The alcohol served to dull the constant stimuli around you into a pleasant buzz. Nothing was particularly interesting, but everything was grand. That was, nothing stood out until your senses sharpened around the distinctive, wonderful sound of a certain English tenor.

It was Brian. Amongst the throngs of people on the dancefloor and a good few extra who’d probably been trailing after spotting him: in all his fluffy-haired, impossible-to-blend-in glory. He had a security guard with him who was staring daggers at the crowd, warning everyone to stay back and give the man some peace.

“Y/N, darling, sorry to interrupt. I’m afraid I’ve come to steal you away.”

You looked up at his beautiful features and intelligent eyes, slightly harder set than you’d last seen them. You realized, suddenly, that you didn’t know what time it was, and that you hadn’t checked your phone in a while. You felt at once the warm, heavy pressure in your core; there was nothing quite like being the subject of his attention, no matter what his mood.

“Hi Bri,” you squeaked.

It was one thing having Brian’s attention, but in a setting such as this, it meant you had the attention of the entire room too. You could feel your knees start to wobble. You felt the dangling chains of your dress tapping against your bare back.

“Having a good time?” he drawled. You nodded. “Good. It certainly seems like it. I’m afraid I was getting a bit... jealous.”

As he lingered on the last word, his voice stroking the consonants with delicious flair, his long fingers came up to cup your jaw. You wanted to melt into him, but there were so many people.

You licked your lips, thinking of your plan from earlier. You were tempted to ask him to dance if he was indeed... ‘jealous’... but decided against it. Brian needed encouragement to dance at the best of times, and it wouldn’t be anything but awkward as all the previous dancers seemed to have stopped to gawk.

Luckily, you didn’t have any more time to say something foolish. Brian turned to your companions. “You made some friends?”

The lump in your throat was quickly swallowed. “This is Elora, and this is David,” you gestured to them each in turn.

“Pleasure to meet you Dr. May.” David was the first to respond. “I love your work. And thank you for throwing such a great party!” He quickly took the hand Brian had offered to shake.

“Thank you very much. It’s my pleasure.”

Gracious as always, but subtly uninterested in the man’s praise, Bri turned to face Elora, whose eyes were as big as you’d ever seen them.

“He- Hello Br- Dr. May.” She was a bit of a stuttering mess, but endearing all the same.

“Hello Miss Elora. It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry I’m here to steal your dance partner.” Brian smiled and winked. He was endlessly charming.

It was Elora’s turn to squeak. “It’s okay!”

You knew it would be. Brian wasn’t denied much. And, after all, now she had David to dance with. The only problem was the subtle guilt you felt, when her wide eyes met yours. They seemed to scream ‘Really?!? Purely professional my ass.’ You knew her thoughts were reeling.

You couldn’t give more than a small tight-lipped smile, and a shoulder shrug. It was a pathetic apology, but what could you have done? You watched as the cogs whirling in her brain slowly clicked into place. The dress. The job on tour. The collar she’d been staring at all night without gaining the confidence to ask. Her expression settled from surprise into one of begrudging respect – into a kind of envious awe.

A rude little piece of your psyche was immensely satisfied. Elora’s reaction enforced the swirling pleasure between your legs. You were Brian’s, and you loved when he claimed you.

Perhaps it was arrogant. Perhaps it was because you looked so good together. Delicious. Naughty. Scandalous.

Especially when Brian’s hand snuck around your trim waist and settled on your lower back. You were tiny. Coveted. Splendid and teasing in the glistening dress that demonstrated the false innocence of it all. You matched his tie. You knew everyone could see the perfect opposite pair you made. Brian had dressed you in his finery, and with only so much as a hand on your skin, had shown his possession. You were one of his accessories tonight, and for some reason such a crude thought was delightful.

“Come darling, I want to show you something,” said Brian. The hand on your back pulled slightly, bringing your willing body close beside him. Your feet automatically followed as he led you off the dance floor, but not before you had a final glance back at your fleeting friend.

She, like all the other faces surrounding, was enraptured by the display. Brian had got what he wanted, just as he always did. He dangled your beauty and obedience in front strangers and acquaintances alike. He revelled in it.

Tonight, Brian’s ego would be well fed.

And you couldn’t wait to find out what else was in store.

Notes:

What do you think is gonna happen for Y/N and Bri tonight?

Chapter 151: Interrupted

Notes:

Well... welcome back to my story!! Sorry again for the long wait :)

I meant when I said I was never going to abandon it, but these last few chapters are taking their sweet time. I still love Brian and am heavily inspired by his character and his life. This is still FICTION. It's just, delving into thoughts and feelings surrounding Bri and the fandom brings a lot more negative feelings than positive these days.

Despite that, please let me know what you think! You loyal ongoing readers are what give me life!!
DBM xx

Edit: the previous chapter (The Party) has been fixed- it was originally missing the first half, so I'm sorry it seemed to jump into the party out of nowhere!

*There is a small daddy kink warning in this chapter, alternate version to follow.

Your entire body buzzed as Brian once again led you through the venue: from the tips of your toes, slowly beginning to ache in your high heels, to the back of your neck, where the jeweled tie of your dress tickled as it dangled down your spine.

You were again aware of the flesh of your breasts moving with every long stride in your haste to keep up with Bri. This time, you couldn’t separate the feelings of pride and embarrassment. It was a heady concoction. You barely had time to process what was going on in your inebriated state.

All you could feel was the warm command of Brian’s fingers on your back, barely needing to touch to get their way. Every fibre of your being desired desperately to obey. To fall into the ease of submission with the man you trusted.

In fact, simply thinking about his recent actions made your knees weak. Tall, elegant and charming, Brian had plucked you from the centre of the dancefloor without a care for who was watching. Or... perhaps... with every watching eye in mind. A shiver of vanity tightened your lower back. It was a reminder that, with everything available at his fingertips, Brian had chosen you. Determined to show perfect posture and swaying hips, you did everything you could to look good on his arm.

“You’ve been a bit naughty Y/N...” Brian murmured, his neck bent so the warm whisper met your ears only. “...Not answering your phone, drinking far too much, ...tempting me with that beautiful body of yours.”

You looked up at him just in time to see one grey eyebrow raise teasingly.

“Not at all how good girls behave, now is it?”

Red flushed to your cheeks. You shook your head. The grey eyebrow only rose further. There was something in his face you couldn’t quite recognize, hidden beneath the surface.

“Pardon?” Brian drawled in the sexy, all-too-smug tone that drove you wild. He wanted a proper answer, and he knew he was going to get it.

“No Daddy.” You whispered, almost too quiet for even your own ears to hear. It was terrifying; it was electrifying. The people milled around you oblivious. Whether or not he heard you, Brian’s lips pulled into a smirk just as you looked away.

“Better, darling. I can’t have you enjoying yourself too much without me.”

He couldn’t see them, but your eyes widened at the tiniest tremor that made its way into the end of his sentence. You didn’t quite know how to answer, torn between the dark flirting tone and the essence of his words.

“I thought that maybe you’d forgotten about the boring old man upstairs.”

The desire to play his coy game was overpowered by the need to clarify. You hated when Brian’s self-deprecation bled into his teasing. A torrent of love and truth tore from your mouth without thinking, planning, or any hint of demure provocation.

“Oh no! I could never! I- I... Every single moment I was thinking about you: imagining you watching me, wondering what you might like.” You turned to face him properly, grasping his big hands in your own. “I’m sorry I forgot to check my phone.”

Shining hazel eyes seemed to bore into yours for a moment, before blinking hard and finding the ground. It was as if, when hearing your heartfelt words, Brian was suddenly embarrassed about his hidden intentions, and that you could read him so well. That even a few hours without your attention could leave him so anxious and ill at ease. Desperate for the reassurance of your devotion. As if, he was insecure, of his insecurities.

And didn’t that just fit Brian to a tee. Dressed in wealth and splendor, makeup highlighting his ethereal features, and that damned brain whirring all-the-while on the faults of being human.

You wanted to wrap your body around him like a cloak. You settled for blushing at the mask of bravado he used to cover the storm of emotions beneath. The storm you’d been lost in for weeks. “I thought you’d like watching.”

“I did like watching, Y/N,” he said, puffing his chest out and looking just past your eyes, “Watching what’s MINE.”

You let the heat of his last comment warm you all the way back into the entrance hall where Brian led you. He dropped the conversation there, unwilling to explore his inner needs any further in the current context. Your heart sounded a small pang of regret, but your drunken brain was thankful.

He brought you to the other side of the hall where you’d entered and into a room you’d previously missed. It was roped off at the moment, but the security guard moved the blockade as Brian approached. Inside, there was a giant crown matching the emblem of Queen, and a throne in front of a large banner of their crest. The rest of the room had been emptied with chairs lining the walls. Your eyes scanned the contents eagerly. It was designed to look opulent. It succeeded.

“They told me this room is for photoshoots... if our guests so desire,” Brian explained. “I asked if we could use it for a while.”

He finished directing you inside the room and nodded at the man outside to close the rope. There wasn’t a door, but the hallway was long enough and there was a little bend so no one would be able to see unless they were standing at the exact necessary angle.

“I don’t have enough photos of you my dear.” Brian closed the space between you, smirking. “And I couldn’t miss this opportunity in that marvelous dress.”

Again, a blush spread across your cheeks. You felt cherished: like a work of art. Brian could make you feel like the most important woman in the world with one quick look and a comment that he thought you were pretty. He frequently did both.

Of course, you couldn’t deny your lover anything. You nodded your head and hoped the red flush on your face wouldn’t be too apparent in the pictures.

“Good girl.” Brain’s smile was almost heartwarming, beneath the thick lust. “Now even my terrible memory won’t take away from how stunning you look tonight. My little angel.”

Brian wasted no time, situating himself on the throne-like chair while he pulled out his phone. He gestured towards the giant crown, indicating where he’d like you to stand. You had to swallow the lump in your throat. He looked so wonderful right now, and he didn’t even know it.

He smiled as you took your place. “It’s like the thing was made for you,” he told you. “It matches your dress so perfectly.”

His legs spread apart subconsciously, claiming the throne as was their right. Brian spoke of your complementary outfit, and yet your mind was fixated only on how well-suited he was to the large, opulent chair. His pose radiated an effortless power, demanding your full attention.

Before you snapped out of it, Brian held up his phone and took his first photo. “Don’t just stand like that darling,” his expression was indulgent, “Give me a little something memorable.” He winked, and suddenly the fire in your belly ignited with purpose.

You’d show this man. This king. How worthy you were to serve him. How desperately you clung to these weeks together. How he’d changed your life forever more. You didn’t have much time left with Brian, but you would never forget him. You were going to make damn sure he never forgot you either. And in four short days, when he flew back home to his family and his wife, the sick, twisted, primal piece inside you wanted him to look back at these photos, cock in hand, crying out your name once more.

“Anything for you, Daddy.” You cocked your hip, thrilled at the way his hazel gaze darkened to oblivion.

Perhaps you were both drunk tonight. Throwing caution to the wind as you drank every last drop of the potent lust in each other’s eyes, hoarding it before it all inevitably had to end.

You threw yourself into your task with abandon, uninhibited enough to enjoy the feeling of being on display for him. You arched your back, pushed your breasts forward, laid your body across the sparking frames of the crown. You embraced the lasciviousness of your outfit and your inner desires. You’d never felt so hot before. But with a man such as Brian tracking your every move, you could believe.

You brought your hands above your head to grasp various replica jewels; your stomach flipped when Brian’s throat bobbed, swallowing his lust. Your movements emphasized the perky forms of your breasts beneath the thin fabric. Every pose was held long enough for Brian to take both stereo viewpoints.

For the finale you wrapped a long, bare leg around a spindle of the crown and pressed your core against it. You ran your hands down your body, showing your expression of pleasure as you slowly tossed your hair back for Bri to see. Any more obvious, and you think you’d be fucking the metal.

Once you were done, with blood rushing in your ears, all you could hear was the soft panting of Brian’s deep breaths. It was silent as he nodded his thanks, and you stepped off the prop, straightening your dress from how it’d rode up your thighs.

Brian put his phone away in his pocket, and then he had to adjust his own trousers subtly around the bulge between his legs. It was a testament to how much you desired each other, that something only visual could get you so riled up. You were wet between your legs, bursting with pride that you’d affected Brian so quickly. The air sang with heat and arousal, but you let it settle for a moment, simply enjoying the way he looked across the room.

Brian’s deep purple jacket fit the velvet material he was sitting on. He shone as much as the elaborate armrests. His black trousers hid much of his arousal in shadow, but the distinct shape of heavy testicles was obvious between legs splayed wide and lazy: a habit developed over years of adulation. His hair cascaded over his broad shoulders and onto the various elements of the throne’s backrest. You hardly noticed what they were, instead content to stare at the beautiful face of the man you loved, with his proud nose and sharp cheeks. At gentle eyes, dark with sin.

When a moment had passed, you stepped towards your man and pulled out your own phone, shaking it in his direction.

“My turn?”

Brian’s eyes widened for a moment, then crinkled.

“Oh god... there are enough photos of me on the internet.” Brian laughed it off, waving his hand and motioning to stand up, but you caught him.

“No, please!” The words came with a subconscious reaching of your hand towards his form. His attention turned to you, and he settled back into the throne. “Not for the internet. For me.” Your eyes once again scanned his body. “You in that chair... it does something to me. I promise it’ll be for my eyes only.”

You could tell Brian was slightly shocked at first, but it quickly turned to amusement. He clearly noticed the darkness in your eyes, and recognized the fantasy implications of himself sat on such a grand throne, especially with your... tendencies.

He spread his legs wider, laying back slouched against the armrest sideways as if taunting his casual power over you. You could feel your knees weaken. You wanted to drop at his feet for even a scrap of adoration.

“I’ll tell you what Y/N,” he said, “I’ll let you take your little picture. BUT, afterwards...” he paused and looked down at you through his lined eyelashes “... I want you to come over for a final photo with you on my lap. Where you belong.”

The blood continued to pulse in your chest and in your clit. The mental image of your little self upon his knee made you unable to focus on much else.

“Who’s gonna take the photo?” You felt almost numb, asking inane questions.

Brian chuckled at your overwhelmed, blank stare. “Well get the man outside to do it.”

The thought was tempting beyond belief, but you couldn’t miss the subtle hum of the crowd just down the hallway where said man was standing guard. Your whole body was on edge, panicking with indecision and intensity.

“Oh Bri... I... I don’t think I should.”

There was a beat. Brian blinked. “You don’t want to?” His bravado cracked slightly, the moment doubt entered his brain.

“Of course I want to – you beautiful, sexy man. I don’t think I should.” Your eyes gestured meaningfully towards the lingering figures outside the room, flashing across the narrow viewpoint beyond the rope barricade.

Your lover shook his head, flaring his curls as he did so. He didn’t seem to care about the danger. His focus was on you, and you alone. “It’s our last night out together Y/N. ...Please.”

His deep eyes stared at you, cracking your defenses and your heart. How could you deny him that? How could you deny him anything.

You found that you were nodding your head before fully making up your mind. “If you’re sure Bri.”

The agreement immediately returned a smile to Brian’s handsome face.

“Of course I’m sure.”

With that, he went back to the feigned apathy that drove you so wild. He posed for your own photography session, making sure to pause for stereos as you had. He looked every bit the king he was, smirking when you brought the camera towards the ground to emphasize the power of his long legs.

Perhaps you were done, or perhaps Brian was getting a little impatient. He straightened slightly on the throne. “Go get the man outside darling. Just for a quick moment.”

Once again, you nodded. It gave you a certain forbidden thrill to be ordered around by that voice.

You shuffled quickly in your heels to follow his directive, suddenly nervous again to venture out near the public. You approached the broad back of the security guard with a bit of a squeak to your words. “Umm... excuse me!” He turned towards you. “Would you mind...” It was a little hard to phrase the question. “Brian wants me to ask if you’d mind taking a photo for him.”

The man seemed a little surprised by the request. “I’m no photographer Miss.”

“That’s okay! It’ll just take a moment.”

His eyes flicked to the velvet rope beside him. “So long as he doesn’t mind me leaving my post.”

You shrugged and laughed, lost in the slight absurdity of it all. “I don’t think he’ll mind. Thank you.”

The large man lumbered behind you as you led the way back down the hall. The thought of his eyes on your rear wasn’t as pleasant as Brian’s.

The guitarist beamed as you arrived with assistance in tow, still sitting on the luxurious chair with the crest of his world-famous band behind him. “Ah... thank you so much! My friend Y/N and I would just like a quick photo.”

You gave the security guard your phone and walked to Brian as he beckoned you towards him. Embarrassment was the forefront emotion colouring your cheeks, but with even one pair of extra eyes the now-familiar arousal pulsed strong underneath. As you reached the crucial point between Brian’s legs, you turned around, barely needing to use your own strength as Brian’s big hands found your slim waist and lifted you onto his knee. With that motion, you were sure, your face was flushed and rosy.

If the security man noticed anything more to the interaction, he didn’t let it show. He was awkward holding the phone towards you, but perfectly capable of taking a picture. “Umm... let me know when you’re ready.”

One of Brian’s hands found your knee, the other lifted so you could lean closer and wrap an arm around his back. Even on his lap, your heads were basically level, so you could easily tilt yours to touch his. Your other hand was lost for a moment before it found a welcome home on his warm chest. All in all, it wasn’t a pose many ‘friends’ would choose, but you felt perfect. It was exactly where you wanted to be.

You hoped no one could see Brian’s other hand as it cheekily found your bottom.

“Say cheese Darling,” murmured Bri, setting his own dashing smirk across his lips.

You both mumbled the traditional foodstuff, and you tried to arrange your face into a fitting smile to match the man beside you. You let the joy you felt inside show itself. You knew the lust would be present in your eyes.

When it was done, the security man brought the phone over for the pair of you to inspect. You remained in Brian’s lap. As soon as you glimpsed the result, you knew it was perfect. Perhaps the man wasn’t a professional photographer, but he’d managed to frame it well, and he was tall enough to have gotten a wonderful angle. Most importantly, the two of you looked just as you hoped. Brian- big and beautiful and radiating sinful confidence- and you – sitting like the perfect little angel in his lap. Most men look buried beneath their partners in such a setting, but the size difference between the two of you was stark enough that it still stood out on film. The photo was gloriously erotic, and you knew you’d treasure it forever.

“Thank you!!” You said excitedly, before even turning to show Bri. You passed the phone to him momentarily.

The security officer laughed. “You’re welcome! I hope it’s satisfactory.”

“Certainly it is. Thank you again.” Brian stepped in to confirm his agreement, dismissing the man back to his post with a smile. He watched him leave with a certain smugness that you found far too sexy.

As soon as he’d stepped around the corner, Brian’s hands snapped back to your waist, dropping your phone on the seat of the throne. He lifted and spun you around, and your legs worked automatically to help him.

Before you had a second to think, you were straddling Brian’s waist with your knees resting on the cushion on either side. Your short skirt inevitably pushed up to the hinge of your hips. Your core pressed deliciously against his. Brian’s fingers stretched across the globes of your ass, kneading and playing with the hemline of the skirt there, which had of course ridden up as well. You felt an immediate throbbing need in your sex, and that was before Brian’s voice started driving you mad.

“What a good little girl you were,” he drawled, pulling you as close as he could so his lips were free to kiss your face between words. “You look so perfect in that photo, darling. Like always. My sweet little angel.”

His lips left patches of wetness in their wake, bursting with sensation as his breath caressed your skin. You failed to stifle a little moan, cognisant of the passing bodies outside the room, and this encouraged Brian further.

“I can’t get enough of you babygirl,” he moaned, admitting defeat. His lips finally captured your own, and he chuckled at the squeak you made. There was really nothing much separating you from the public, and yet Brian was kissing you with abandon. Didn’t he realize? Didn’t he care? Or was this all just part of the thrill for him: a seasoned rock star pushing the boundaries because he could.

Oh... his tongue felt so good against yours. His hands belonged on your arse. He stole the air from your lungs and gave you his own to breathe. Everything you could see and feel was Brian. What was the harm in this again?

You loved him, and you’d give him anything.

“God Bri,” you gasped, breathless between kisses. “I love you.” His teeth clashed against yours in the fury of passion and lust. Your voice wavered. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

Brian moaned in retaliation, moving one big hand from your arse to your chest and easily slipping underneath your dress. His thumb flicked the hard bud of your nipple. His growl tore through your sex.

“I love you too, darling girl.” He pressed his aquiline nose against your throat, inhaling the scent of your perfume. “Far too fucking much.”

His mouth nipped at the delicate skin there, and you yelped, jumping slightly in his lap. Brian snickered. He redoubled his efforts and you knew he’d leave a mark. Nothing made you more proud.

Soon you were gyrating on his lap, lost in the taste and the feel of him. Your panties were soaked through. You hoped you hadn’t left a mess on his trousers. “Oh Daddy,” you moaned, unable to do much more than appreciate him. Your lips were puckered and sore. Your legs weak and shaking. The electric sensation of his nails at your breast met with the warm pressure of his fingertips burred in your thick ass. He was overwhelming. He was everything.

During the few glances you’d had between kisses, Brian looked dishevelled and blissed out. His mouth was red and swollen, tinged by your lipstick; his eyes held the manic quality of unbridled devotion. You knew it wasn’t the time or the place to be enjoying each other so, but you didn’t know what would be able to stop you.

You would never have guessed it would be an angered feminine voice, breaking through the wet sounds of your lips on his. Tearing you away from your love.

“Fucking hell Brian.”

Three words whispered harshly in a sharp English accent, and you couldn’t breathe. Your heart bounded rapidly, hammering against your ribcage in shock and dread. Your arms shook as you quickly pulled away from Brian’s lips and straightened your dress. Your vision saw double for a brief moment, but as the view focused, your greatest fear materialized.

Standing before you, in an elegant gown that showcased an immortally perfect body, with raging eyes, furrowed brows and tight lips, was Anita Dobson.

Chapter 152: Interrupted (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as previous chapter without the daddy kink.

Edit: please note that the last chapter (The Party) has been updated. It was originally missing the beginning half of the text, so I'm sorry that it jumped into the party without context!

Your entire body buzzed as Brian once again led you through the venue: from the tips of your toes, slowly beginning to ache in your high heels, to the back of your neck, where the jeweled tie of your dress tickled as it dangled down your spine.

You were again aware of the flesh of your breasts moving with every long stride in your haste to keep up with Bri. This time, you couldn’t separate the feelings of pride and embarrassment. It was a heady concoction. You barely had time to process what was going on in your inebriated state.

All you could feel was the warm command of Brian’s fingers on your back, barely needing to touch to get their way. Every fibre of your being desired desperately to obey. To fall into the ease of submission with the man you trusted.

In fact, simply thinking about his recent actions made your knees weak. Tall, elegant and charming, Brian had plucked you from the centre of the dancefloor without a care for who was watching. Or... perhaps... with every watching eye in mind. A shiver of vanity tightened your lower back. It was a reminder that, with everything available at his fingertips, Brian had chosen you. Determined to show perfect posture and swaying hips, you did everything you could to look good on his arm.

“You’ve been a bit naughty Y/N...” Brian murmured, his neck bent so the warm whisper met your ears only. “...Not answering your phone, drinking far too much, ...tempting me with that beautiful body of yours.”

You looked up at him just in time to see one grey eyebrow raise teasingly.

“Not at all how good girls behave, now is it?”

Red flushed to your cheeks. You shook your head. The grey eyebrow only rose further. There was something in his face you couldn’t quite recognize, hidden beneath the surface.

“Pardon?” Brian drawled in the sexy, all-too-smug tone that drove you wild. He wanted a proper answer, and he knew he was going to get it.

“No Sir.” You whispered, almost too quiet for even your own ears to hear. It was terrifying; it was electrifying. The people milled around you oblivious. Whether or not he heard you, Brian’s lips pulled into a smirk just as you looked away.

“Better, darling. I can’t have you enjoying yourself too much without me.”

He couldn’t see them, but your eyes widened at the tiniest tremor that made its way into the end of his sentence. You didn’t quite know how to answer, torn between the dark flirting tone and the essence of his words.

“I thought that maybe you’d forgotten about the boring old man upstairs.”

The desire to play his coy game was overpowered by the need to clarify. You hated when Brian’s self-deprecation bled into his teasing. A torrent of love and truth tore from your mouth without thinking, planning, or any hint of demure provocation.

“Oh no! I could never! I- I... Every single moment I was thinking about you: imagining you watching me, wondering what you might like.” You turned to face him properly, grasping his big hands in your own. “I’m sorry I forgot to check my phone.”

Shining hazel eyes seemed to bore into yours for a moment, before blinking hard and finding the ground. It was as if, when hearing your heartfelt words, Brian was suddenly embarrassed about his hidden intentions, and that you could read him so well. That even a few hours without your attention could leave him so anxious and ill at ease. Desperate for the reassurance of your devotion. As if, he was insecure, of his insecurities.

And didn’t that just fit Brian to a tee. Dressed in wealth and splendor, makeup highlighting his ethereal features, and that damned brain whirring all-the-while on the faults of being human.

You wanted to wrap your body around him like a cloak. You settled for blushing at the mask of bravado he used to cover the storm of emotions beneath. The storm you’d been lost in for weeks. “I thought you’d like watching.”

“I did like watching, Y/N,” he said, puffing his chest out and looking just past your eyes, “Watching what’s MINE.”

You let the heat of his last comment warm you all the way back into the entrance hall where Brian led you. He dropped the conversation there, unwilling to explore his inner needs any further in the current context. Your heart sounded a small pang of regret, but your drunken brain was thankful.

He brought you to the other side of the hall where you’d entered and into a room you’d previously missed. It was roped off at the moment, but the security guard moved the blockade as Brian approached. Inside, there was a giant crown matching the emblem of Queen, and a throne in front of a large banner of their crest. The rest of the room had been emptied with chairs lining the walls. Your eyes scanned the contents eagerly. It was designed to look opulent. It succeeded.

“They told me this room is for photoshoots... if our guests so desire,” Brian explained. “I asked if we could use it for a while.”

He finished directing you inside the room and nodded at the man outside to close the rope. There wasn’t a door, but the hallway was long enough and there was a little bend so no one would be able to see unless they were standing at the exact necessary angle.

“I don’t have enough photos of you my dear.” Brian closed the space between you, smirking. “And I couldn’t miss this opportunity in that marvelous dress.”

Again, a blush spread across your cheeks. You felt cherished: like a work of art. Brian could make you feel like the most important woman in the world with one quick look and a comment that he thought you were pretty. He frequently did both.

Of course, you couldn’t deny your lover anything. You nodded your head and hoped the red flush on your face wouldn’t be too apparent in the pictures.

“Good girl.” Brain’s smile was almost heartwarming, beneath the thick lust. “Now even my terrible memory won’t take away from how stunning you look tonight. My little angel.”

Brian wasted no time, situating himself on the throne-like chair while he pulled out his phone. He gestured towards the giant crown, indicating where he’d like you to stand. You had to swallow the lump in your throat. He looked so wonderful right now, and he didn’t even know it.

He smiled as you took your place. “It’s like the thing was made for you,” he told you. “It matches your dress so perfectly.”

His legs spread apart subconsciously, claiming the throne as was their right. Brian spoke of your complementary outfit, and yet your mind was fixated only on how well-suited he was to the large, opulent chair. His pose radiated an effortless power, demanding your full attention.

Before you snapped out of it, Brian held up his phone and took his first photo. “Don’t just stand like that darling,” his expression was indulgent, “Give me a little something memorable.” He winked, and suddenly the fire in your belly ignited with purpose.

You’d show this man. This king. How worthy you were to serve him. How desperately you clung to these weeks together. How he’d changed your life forever more. You didn’t have much time left with Brian, but you would never forget him. You were going to make damn sure he never forgot you either. And in four short days, when he flew back home to his family and his wife, the sick, twisted, primal piece inside you wanted him to look back at these photos, cock in hand, crying out your name once more.

“Anything for you, Sir.” You cocked your hip, thrilled at the way his hazel gaze darkened to oblivion.

Perhaps you were both drunk tonight. Throwing caution to the wind as you drank every last drop of the potent lust in each other’s eyes, hoarding it before it all inevitably had to end.

You threw yourself into your task with abandon, uninhibited enough to enjoy the feeling of being on display for him. You arched your back, pushed your breasts forward, laid your body across the sparking frames of the crown. You embraced the lasciviousness of your outfit and your inner desires. You’d never felt so hot before. But with a man such as Brian tracking your every move, you could believe.

You brought your hands above your head to grasp various replica jewels; your stomach flipped when Brian’s throat bobbed, swallowing his lust. Your movements emphasized the perky forms of your breasts beneath the thin fabric. Every pose was held long enough for Brian to take both stereo viewpoints.

For the finale you wrapped a long, bare leg around a spindle of the crown and pressed your core against it. You ran your hands down your body, showing your expression of pleasure as you slowly tossed your hair back for Bri to see. Any more obvious, and you think you’d be fucking the metal.

Once you were done, with blood rushing in your ears, all you could hear was the soft panting of Brian’s deep breaths. It was silent as he nodded his thanks, and you stepped off the prop, straightening your dress from how it’d rode up your thighs.

Brian put his phone away in his pocket, and then he had to adjust his own trousers subtly around the bulge between his legs. It was a testament to how much you desired each other, that something only visual could get you so riled up. You were wet between your legs, bursting with pride that you’d affected Brian so quickly. The air sang with heat and arousal, but you let it settle for a moment, simply enjoying the way he looked across the room.

Brian’s deep purple jacket fit the velvet material he was sitting on. He shone as much as the elaborate armrests. His black trousers hid much of his arousal in shadow, but the distinct shape of heavy testicles was obvious between legs splayed wide and lazy: a habit developed over years of adulation. His hair cascaded over his broad shoulders and onto the various elements of the throne’s backrest. You hardly noticed what they were, instead content to stare at the beautiful face of the man you loved, with his proud nose and sharp cheeks. At gentle eyes, dark with sin.

When a moment had passed, you stepped towards your man and pulled out your own phone, shaking it in his direction.

“My turn?”

Brian’s eyes widened for a moment, then crinkled.

“Oh god... there are enough photos of me on the internet.” Brian laughed it off, waving his hand and motioning to stand up, but you caught him.

“No, please!” The words came with a subconscious reaching of your hand towards his form. His attention turned to you, and he settled back into the throne. “Not for the internet. For me.” Your eyes once again scanned his body. “You in that chair... it does something to me. I promise it’ll be for my eyes only.”

You could tell Brian was slightly shocked at first, but it quickly turned to amusement. He clearly noticed the darkness in your eyes, and recognized the fantasy implications of himself sat on such a grand throne, especially with your... tendencies.

He spread his legs wider, laying back slouched against the armrest sideways as if taunting his casual power over you. You could feel your knees weaken. You wanted to drop at his feet for even a scrap of adoration.

“I’ll tell you what Y/N,” he said, “I’ll let you take your little picture. BUT, afterwards...” he paused and looked down at you through his lined eyelashes “... I want you to come over for a final photo with you on my lap. Where you belong.”

The blood continued to pulse in your chest and in your clit. The mental image of your little self upon his knee made you unable to focus on much else.

“Who’s gonna take the photo?” You felt almost numb, asking inane questions.

Brian chuckled at your overwhelmed, blank stare. “Well get the man outside to do it.”

The thought was tempting beyond belief, but you couldn’t miss the subtle hum of the crowd just down the hallway where said man was standing guard. Your whole body was on edge, panicking with indecision and intensity.

“Oh Bri... I... I don’t think I should.”

There was a beat. Brian blinked. “You don’t want to?” His bravado cracked slightly, the moment doubt entered his brain.

“Of course I want to – you beautiful, sexy man. I don’t think I should.” Your eyes gestured meaningfully towards the lingering figures outside the room, flashing across the narrow viewpoint beyond the rope barricade.

Your lover shook his head, flaring his curls as he did so. He didn’t seem to care about the danger. His focus was on you, and you alone. “It’s our last night out together Y/N. ...Please.”

His deep eyes stared at you, cracking your defenses and your heart. How could you deny him that? How could you deny him anything.

You found that you were nodding your head before fully making up your mind. “If you’re sure Bri.”

The agreement immediately returned a smile to Brian’s handsome face.

“Of course I’m sure.”

With that, he went back to the feigned apathy that drove you so wild. He posed for your own photography session, making sure to pause for stereos as you had. He looked every bit the king he was, smirking when you brought the camera towards the ground to emphasize the power of his long legs.

Perhaps you were done, or perhaps Brian was getting a little impatient. He straightened slightly on the throne. “Go get the man outside darling. Just for a quick moment.”

Once again, you nodded. It gave you a certain forbidden thrill to be ordered around by that voice.

You shuffled quickly in your heels to follow his directive, suddenly nervous again to venture out near the public. You approached the broad back of the security guard with a bit of a squeak to your words. “Umm... excuse me!” He turned towards you. “Would you mind...” It was a little hard to phrase the question. “Brian wants me to ask if you’d mind taking a photo for him.”

The man seemed a little surprised by the request. “I’m no photographer Miss.”

“That’s okay! It’ll just take a moment.”

His eyes flicked to the velvet rope beside him. “So long as he doesn’t mind me leaving my post.”

You shrugged and laughed, lost in the slight absurdity of it all. “I don’t think he’ll mind. Thank you.”

The large man lumbered behind you as you led the way back down the hall. The thought of his eyes on your rear wasn’t as pleasant as Brian’s.

The guitarist beamed as you arrived with assistance in tow, still sitting on the luxurious chair with the crest of his world-famous band behind him. “Ah... thank you so much! My friend Y/N and I would just like a quick photo.”

You gave the security guard your phone and walked to Brian as he beckoned you towards him. Embarrassment was the forefront emotion colouring your cheeks, but with even one pair of extra eyes the now-familiar arousal pulsed strong underneath. As you reached the crucial point between Brian’s legs, you turned around, barely needing to use your own strength as Brian’s big hands found your slim waist and lifted you onto his knee. With that motion, you were sure, your face was flushed and rosy.

If the security man noticed anything more to the interaction, he didn’t let it show. He was awkward holding the phone towards you, but perfectly capable of taking a picture. “Umm... let me know when you’re ready.”

One of Brian’s hands found your knee, the other lifted so you could lean closer and wrap an arm around his back. Even on his lap, your heads were basically level, so you could easily tilt yours to touch his. Your other hand was lost for a moment before it found a welcome home on his warm chest. All in all, it wasn’t a pose many ‘friends’ would choose, but you felt perfect. It was exactly where you wanted to be.

You hoped no one could see Brian’s other hand as it cheekily found your bottom.

“Say cheese Darling,” murmured Bri, setting his own dashing smirk across his lips.

You both mumbled the traditional foodstuff, and you tried to arrange your face into a fitting smile to match the man beside you. You let the joy you felt inside show itself. You knew the lust would be present in your eyes.

When it was done, the security man brought the phone over for the pair of you to inspect. You remained in Brian’s lap. As soon as you glimpsed the result, you knew it was perfect. Perhaps the man wasn’t a professional photographer, but he’d managed to frame it well, and he was tall enough to have gotten a wonderful angle. Most importantly, the two of you looked just as you hoped. Brian- big and beautiful and radiating sinful confidence- and you – sitting like the perfect little angel in his lap. Most men look buried beneath their partners in such a setting, but the size difference between the two of you was stark enough that it still stood out on film. The photo was gloriously erotic, and you knew you’d treasure it forever.

“Thank you!!” You said excitedly, before even turning to show Bri. You passed the phone to him momentarily.

The security officer laughed. “You’re welcome! I hope it’s satisfactory.”

“Certainly it is. Thank you again.” Brian stepped in to confirm his agreement, dismissing the man back to his post with a smile. He watched him leave with a certain smugness that you found far too sexy.

As soon as he’d stepped around the corner, Brian’s hands snapped back to your waist, dropping your phone on the seat of the throne. He lifted and spun you around, and your legs worked automatically to help him.

Before you had a second to think, you were straddling Brian’s waist with your knees resting on the cushion on either side. Your short skirt inevitably pushed up to the hinge of your hips. Your core pressed deliciously against his. Brian’s fingers stretched across the globes of your ass, kneading and playing with the hemline of the skirt there, which had of course ridden up as well. You felt an immediate throbbing need in your sex, and that was before Brian’s voice started driving you mad.

“What a good little girl you were,” he drawled, pulling you as close as he could so his lips were free to kiss your face between words. “You look so perfect in that photo, darling. Like always. My sweet little angel.”

His lips left patches of wetness in their wake, bursting with sensation as his breath caressed your skin. You failed to stifle a little moan, cognisant of the passing bodies outside the room, and this encouraged Brian further.

“I can’t get enough of you babygirl,” he moaned, admitting defeat. His lips finally captured your own, and he chuckled at the squeak you made. There was really nothing much separating you from the public, and yet Brian was kissing you with abandon. Didn’t he realize? Didn’t he care? Or was this all just part of the thrill for him: a seasoned rock star pushing the boundaries because he could.

Oh... his tongue felt so good against yours. His hands belonged on your arse. He stole the air from your lungs and gave you his own to breathe. Everything you could see and feel was Brian. What was the harm in this again?

You loved him, and you’d give him anything.

“God Bri,” you gasped, breathless between kisses. “I love you.” His teeth clashed against yours in the fury of passion and lust. Your voice wavered. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

Brian moaned in retaliation, moving one big hand from your arse to your chest and easily slipping underneath your dress. His thumb flicked the hard bud of your nipple. His growl tore through your sex.

“I love you too, darling girl.” He pressed his aquiline nose against your throat, inhaling the scent of your perfume. “Far too fucking much.”

His mouth nipped at the delicate skin there, and you yelped, jumping slightly in his lap. Brian snickered. He redoubled his efforts and you knew he’d leave a mark. Nothing made you more proud.

Soon you were gyrating on his lap, lost in the taste and the feel of him. Your panties were soaked through. You hoped you hadn’t left a mess on his trousers. “Oh Brian,” you moaned, unable to do much more than appreciate him. Your lips were puckered and sore. Your legs weak and shaking. The electric sensation of his nails at your breast met with the warm pressure of his fingertips burred in your thick ass. He was overwhelming. He was everything.

During the few glances you’d had between kisses, Brian looked dishevelled and blissed out. His mouth was red and swollen, tinged by your lipstick; his eyes held the manic quality of unbridled devotion. You knew it wasn’t the time or the place to be enjoying each other so, but you didn’t know what would be able to stop you.

You would never have guessed it would be an angered feminine voice, breaking through the wet sounds of your lips on his. Tearing you away from your love.

“Fucking hell Brian.”

Three words whispered harshly in a sharp English accent, and you couldn’t breathe. Your heart bounded rapidly, hammering against your ribcage in shock and dread. Your arms shook as you quickly pulled away from Brian’s lips and straightened your dress. Your vision saw double for a brief moment, but as the view focused, your greatest fear materialized.

Standing before you, in an elegant gown that showcased an immortally perfect body, with raging eyes, furrowed brows and tight lips, was Anita Dobson.

Chapter 153: Pathetic

Notes:

Hi guys, this is a heavy chapter! It was very hard for me to write, as you can probably imagine! I hope it ties some things up if you were unsure on some matters... but I realize this is an endlessly long story open for interpretation! Please tell me what you think, and if there's anything that doesn't make sense or that you don't understand. I appreciate your comments and they help when editing in future!

xDBM

Steel blue eyes pierced through yours, burning your mind and stopping your breath. You felt useless, lower than dirt, and to your horror your actions confirmed it all: cowering under her gaze. Your eyes met the floor; your body jumped off Brian’s as if clinging to the impossibility that she hadn’t seen it there at all. You shook in your heels, pathetic, practically hiding behind the chair as your worst nightmare came true.

Anita was the embodiment of rage. Perhaps she knew about your involvement with her husband, but her explicit instructions to keep things away from the public were obviously in jeopardy.

“Well?? What have you got to say for yourself?!?” She sneered, turning her dagger eyes to Brian instead.

He stood up slowly, arms raised, spread and bobbing in a placating manner. You thought that he, too, was desperately hoping things remained civil.

“Anita, darling...”

You watched as her eyes narrowed further at his attempted endearment. The same endearment that fell countless times from his lips as he held you. As he fucked you.

Brian swallowed whatever bile had formed in his throat and tried again. “I’m... sorry you walked in on that. I- erm. You...” He was struggling, but it was inevitable. His hazel eyes squeezed shut in defeat against her incriminating ones. “Well, I told you. You knew.”

The shoulder shrug that followed afterwards probably wasn’t his best choice.

Anita took a step closer. “You know what?? I AM sorry I walked in when you had your tongue down the girl’s throat, but I’m fucking relieved it was me and not the fucking press. Or any other bloody person on earth with an iPhone!” Her voice was shrill, but she maintained a volume quiet enough not to leave the room, hissing through her red lips.

“There was a man at the door,” replied Bri, as if that helped.

Anita’s face conveyed her incredulity more forcefully than words.

“Just... don’t.”

It was a tense moment of silence as the married couple stewed, and you prayed to be left out of it. Your instincts wished nothing more than to leave the room, but to do that you’d have to walk between the Mays, and their locked gazes looked hot enough to burn.

Finally, Brian sighed. “What do you want me to say ‘Nita?”

“...I don’t know.” Anita matched his slow exhale. The older woman appeared to have calmed down, emphasizing her emotional maturity. You got the sense that this situation wasn’t new to her. “That you’re sorry?”

“I AM sorry,” Brian said, “I already said that-”

“-That you’re sorry you got caught. Not for doing it in the first place.”

It was a moment before Brian made any sound at all, matching Anita’s eyes for as long as he could before bringing his hands to his face and groaning at the floor. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t say what Anita wanted him to, because they both knew it wasn’t true.

It was a strange place for you to be: standing behind the throne as the cause of their current problems, with your heart breaking for a couple at their wits end. Your chest felt heavy by the mere thought of their emotional burden. You had no idea the basis of their relationship, but even now, you could see the spark of love. You could also see years of tangled mess.

Anita looked at Brian’s body language, at his slumped shoulders and wet eyes. She signed again. She was hoping for more, but she’d expected this.

“You know Brian, after all these years, I’ve come to terms with a lot.” Her voice remained strong, despite the tremor within. “I turn my head when you go on tour. I ignore the odd tactless media article. I welcome you back each time with open arms because I LOVE you.” Her hands dropped to her sides in defeat. “...But I fucking hate you sometimes.”

The final line was softer, quiet and sad.

“You resent me... because I can’t give you EVERYTHING.”

Brian’s eyes glistened, and his bottom lip quivered. His voice betrayed his pain. He may have done so in the end, but it was never his intention to hurt anyone.

“Oh God... I don’t resent you, Anita.”

She pondered him for a moment, face soft but eyes still hard. “Perhaps... you’re right. You resent yourself. And you want to get caught because that’s what you think you deserve. But I won’t let you ruin what we’ve built.”

Finally, Anita turned to you, and you thought you would explode. “I hate you for your part in this – whoever you are – but I can’t judge you. I’m more than aware I’ve been the scarlet woman too.”

She didn’t let you reply, swiftly turning on her heels and regaining her aura of authority. You were at once grateful and terrified.

“We’re NOT done here. YOU are coming back to the hotel, now.” Only Anita could somehow look down at Brian, standing a head shorter. She glanced him over, curling her lip at the half bulge that remained where you were straddling his thighs. “And put your fucking cock away.”

She started back towards the entrance, sure that Brian would follow, but before he did, he turned to look at you.

Gentle, glistening hazel eyes fraught with sorrow. Pain and apology hardening pointed features, deepening the wrinkles on his brow and around the creases of his mouth. A few words, whispered so quietly to be silent, heard in that smooth tenor only in your mind.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” His eyes pleaded, promising to make it right. “I’ll find you. I love you.”

Those three short sentences were all he managed before following his wife down the hallway. A last intimate moment, shared honestly and full of love, in a time and place it shouldn’t be. You could say nothing in return, but you knew your expression conveyed every emotion swirling in your chest.

His words promised so much, but you struggled to believe anything with your new world crashing down around you.

You watched broad shoulders turn their back on you. Watched white ringlets sway with every step. As the beautiful details of the man you loved left your view, you hoped it wasn’t for the last time. A creeping sense of dread told you it might be, and it was that thought that finally broke you.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You heart seemed to race, faster and faster out of your control until your body shuddered in time. Tears pricked your eyes. Your throat burned with the strain of holding back a crushing wail. Everything was tight. The room was spinning. You were alone. Lost. In a pretentious party you had no business being invited to.

And you deserved it all. Stupid, stupid little girl.

It was the most terrible moment of your short life: your heart crushed into a thousand pieces. Your confidence along with it. All you could tell yourself was how pathetic you were, how terrible. How delusional for that little hope that someone such as Brian, would ever choose you, when he had a proper woman like that at home.

And yet, you stood, dripping with gemstones in a six-thousand-dollar dress, shaking on stiletto heels, forced to maintain face as you exited the party. You didn’t even have a ride, any money or know where you were. Your hotel key was in Brian’s room. So were most of your clothes.

Some, persevering part of you though, was determined not to let you pity yourself. You didn’t deserve it. There was too much bitter adrenaline in your veins. So, you steeled your features, locked your sobs behind stiff lips, and took the dreaded steps back into public.

If the security guard at the rope looked at you – if his face soured with judgement – you didn’t notice. You couldn’t look. You blacked out the hustle and bustle of everyone around you, striding in the direction of the only support you could think of at the moment. You kept your head high, even if you felt lower than low on the inside.

You just hoped Adam was still in the loft, and that Anita and Bri weren’t.

The people continued to blur by. The music matched the pounding of your heart. Eventually you approached the stairs, smiling at another security man: the one who’d led you and Brian up earlier. Your lips faltered when he didn’t immediately lower the rope. Your heart dropped.

“Hi...” you said, hanging on to your nerve by a thread, “...I’d like to go back up please.”

He said nothing, and you thought you might scream.

“Don’t you remember me? I’m Y/N.” Recognition still didn’t cross his face. “I was with Brian earlier.”

The guard simply shook his head. “Sorry Miss, it’s private access only. I can’t let you up there without him... or a pass.”

He looked you up and down, obviously discerning your lack of such an access pass. There was nowhere to hide anything on the little dress.

“Oh...” Your voice was small even to your own ears, but you held it together. “Ok. Thanks anyway.”

You turned away, thoughts rushing even faster and bile rising in your stomach. You resisted the strong urge to run from the embarrassment of what had just occurred. Of fucking course. What were you thinking? You choked on the hard truth in your throat. You didn’t belong up there. Without Brian, you were nothing.

Stretched, hurried strides took you to the only other refuse you could think of- the women’s restroom. You sped into an empty stall, locked it tight, and sat on the toilet before your legs gave out. Every part of your body shook. You wanted to be sick, but heaved only rancid air. You rested your head in your hands and your elbows on your knees. It was a pathetic sight for a pathetic specimen.

There, in the semi-privacy of a busy washroom, under the white noise of hand-dryers and toilets flushing, you finally allowed yourself to cry.

It was messy; it was ugly. No one could see you. No one could hold you. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks until they tasted salty on your tongue. Each sob was stifled so as not to let any hint of your shame alert the outside world. Your hands gripped your sides so tight your knuckles turned white.

Alone, useless, worthless.

...

You had no idea how long you were there, but eventually the tears dried up and the storm in your head cleared enough for a moment of clarity. You couldn’t stay here forever. Though your heart still ached with loss, and your thoughts still spiraled into nasty darkness, there was only so much one could cry.

Shaky hands pulled your phone out, careful not to drop it in the toilet. You couldn’t even seem to use your fingers properly in this state. The first image that greeted you upon unlocking, was that same photo of you on Brian’s lap: taken a few minutes and a lifetime ago. It brought a new ache in your throat, and your cheeks strained to their painful grimace once more. But there were few tears left.

You quickly swiped the photo away, unable to bear looking at it. Besides, you were on a mission. You had Adam’s number in here somewhere. You prayed he would hear his phone ring.

Buzz...

Buzz...

Buzz...

Click.

Hi, you’ve reached Adam’s cell. Please leave a message and--

You hung up, clenching your teeth together. One more try.

Buzz...

Buzz...

Please God let him pick up. You couldn’t handle this on your own.

Buzz...

That’s it. You were screwed. Doomed. No one was able to help you. You’d stay here until they kicked you out and then have to hitchhike--

"Hello?"

“Adam?!? It’s Y/N!”

“Oh my God... Y/N! Where are you?”

He sounded tipsy, but it didn’t matter. His voice was the most glorious thing you’d heard in a while.

“I’m...” You sniffed, facing the truth of your current state. “I’m in the women’s restroom. Fuck... I’m a mess.”

“What?!? What happened??”

“Anita’s here. She... she...” You couldn’t form the words, but Adam quickly pieced it together.

“FUCK. You poor thing...”

Somehow his pity for you made things worse. You couldn’t stop another sob from demonstrating your despair. You also couldn’t bear your friend try to comfort you out of sadness you deserved. Fighting your cry from returning, you pushed forth a scratchy voice.

“I... I need to go home. Please.”

...

As soon as you got into the car with Adam he opened his arms, and you threw yourself against his chest. Sobs racked your shoulders; new tears stained his sparkling outfit. You hated your weakness, but his arms held you tight.

“It’s okay,” said Adam, “It’s okay.”

He repeated his mantra of soothing words and assurances as the car drove back towards the hotel. You told him you were a fool, you voiced your self-hatred and lack of foresight. You cursed the tiny glimmer of hope you’d clung to all these weeks, only for everything to crumble as you knew it would.

“You’re not a fool Y/N. You’re in love.” Adam rubbed your back. “And so is Brian. I know it. Sometimes love is messy.”

Again, you sniffed, gurgling disgustingly with snot and tears. “It should never have got this far.”

“Maybe you’re right.” He pulled you away from his body just enough to look into your wet eyes. “...But aren’t you glad it did?”

To that, you didn’t know what to say.

Adam simply smiled. “I know Bri is. He’s told me, y’know? He says nothing but wonderful things about you and what you’ve done for him. I’m sure he has many regrets, but YOU are most certainly not one of them.”

With new tears in your eyes, and a tightness a little different in your chest, you pulled Adam back in for a hug.

...

You followed Adam back to his hotel room, your blood briefly turning cold as you realized it was just down the hall from Brian’s. You tried not to hear the muffled sounds of raised voices as you passed it. You couldn’t imagine what was going on in there, instead you let Adam’s warm hand drag you into his living room.

“Do you want to talk about it Y/N?” He sat you on the couch, bringing a bowl of chocolate chip cookies from his emergency stash.

It took you a moment to consider. “Just for a bit right now, thanks, if you don’t mind. Maybe more in the morning?” You didn’t even think your stomach could handle a cookie right now, let alone discussing what you’d just been through, but you needed to get it off your conscience.

Adam nodded, smiled and turned on the TV to search for something suitably mind-numbing to put on in the background. Somehow, you settled into an atmosphere that was almost familiar. It wasn’t the first time Adam had been there to comfort you about Brian, but it might be the last. And that thought in itself was too heavy for the moment.

“Well... w- where to begin...” Your voice started to waver again, even picturing the scene.

“Take your time, Y/N.” Adam popped a piece of cookie between his lips. “Remember there’s NO judgement from me.”

You nodded, smiling once more at your closest friend on tour. You didn’t know what you would have done without him.

“Bri and I were taking some photos in that prop room – alone – and things ended up a bit... heated.” Even in this circumstance, Adam gave you a knowing look, and you felt your face redden. “And then, well... Anita showed up.”

You proceeded to tell him an abridged version of how she’d chewed you both out, and how you were therefore suddenly left alone without a way back to the hotel. During the story, your eyes became teary once more, and Adam was quick to offer tissues when needed.

He leaned in, eyes clear with compassion. “So Brian didn’t know she was coming?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think so. He was just as surprised as I was. We were all, like, completely blindsided.” You thought back to previous discussions, searching for any hint of any kind, when a certain glint in Sarina’s eye stuck in your mind. You pursed your lips. “Except for, maybe... Sarina? She seemed to delight in withholding something when she met us this evening- acting especially condescending and gloating, even for her.”

“She fucking wouldn’t dare!!” Though it was an open wound, Adam was partial to drama. You had to smile at his open jaw.

“She might!! God knows she’s been trying to tell us what to do this whole time.” You thought of previous conversations with Roger’s wife, and suddenly it all made sense. She was the one reporting to Anita the whole time, of course she would be the one to tell her to fly out. Nothing else had worked.

“What is she, your mother? What gives her the right?”

For a moment, you’d been smiling and playing along with Adam’s outrage, but his last comment hit you a little too hard. You remembered why she involved herself. Why she repeatedly told you to back off. To leave.

“She thinks she knows what’s best. She’s sticking up for Anita. As she... should.” Your voice became quieter, harsher. ‘What I am doing is wrong.”

Adam put his hand on your shoulder once more. “What YOU are doing?!?” He pulled your chin up from where it had lowered towards the couch with his finger. “Are you forgetting the 72-year-old supposedly-omnipotent being that has repeatedly – REPEATEDLY – told you nothing was wrong and that he’d sort it all out?!?!”

Even Adam’s colourful description of Brian couldn’t pull you from your thoughts. You opened your mouth to speak, but he continued over you.

“Hell... if he’s not comfortable with extra-marital affairs, then why is he fucking Rog every international tour, huh? Don’t think I haven’t noticed, it’s NOTHING new. And... and what about ME?!?” The singer’s physical crush on Brian was no secret to you, and nor were the intimate times you’d shared together. “I finally get a taste of that enormous cock, and now suddenly it’s not okay?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples, slowing the conversation down with your words. “I think you know why it’s different Adam.”

The man finally sensed you weren’t following him. He took a deep breath, cocked his head sideways and gave a wry smile as if to apologize. He’d gotten carried away.

“All I’m saying, is how are you supposed to know something was wrong if he didn’t tell you?”

You shrugged, wiping the moisture from your eyes. “I still knew. I did it anyways.”

Brian may have held most things close to his chest, but you’d seen enough to know that what you were doing wasn’t as benign as he’d put on. You weren’t just another groupie or one-night-stand. You weren’t even a friend-with-benefits like Roger or Adam. He hadn’t expected to fall in love, and that complicated everything.

Suddenly, you felt the weight of it all again: Brian’s erratic behaviour as the end of the tour drew nearer, Anita’s specific insight and her shrill words to her husband, the tense confessions he’d whispered in your ear after coming deep inside you. You’d awakened something in Brian just as he had in you, and the same dark, guilty feeling you knew well accompanied it. Brian still had not accepted that part inside himself that needed you bruised, collared and kneeling at his feet. It was all fine hidden away in dark rooms on tour, but in real life, how would it ever work?

You faced the same insurmountable hurdles thinking of your family, and of your friends back home.

“I don’t think I want to talk about it anymore,” you said to Adam, smothering a pillow against your torso. You leaned back into the couch and focused on the television, noticing only out of the corner of your eye how he sighed.

“Alright Y/N.”

Chapter 154: Anything

Notes:

This hurt so damn much to write. I hope it hurts you just as good x

Sorry for the wait as always
xxDBM

You awoke the next morning with one of Adam’s shirts on as pajamas and with your head pounding. The excess alcohol created a violent concoction with your emotional state. Each time the pain flared between your temples the thoughts came with it: how alone you were, how low your moral standards. The thought of being without Brian created a gaping hole in your chest that physically hurt.

The first thing you did was rush from Adam’s couch to the toilet, your stomach promptly retching the putrid guilt you felt inside. Your mouth tasted fowl. Your eyes blurred. And still it wouldn’t go away.

It was a pain with no remedy. The only man who could heal your heart was the reason for its suffering. You longed to see him- hold him- but you couldn’t.

You were a little trollop who was interfering in his life where you shouldn’t.

You just. Couldn’t. Stop.

Even now, amidst all the tears and the vomit, you returned immediately to your phone, desperately searching a message from your dear love. You knew he was as desperate as you.

Daddy: 4:48 AM
I’m so sorry

Daddy: 4:49 AM
I love you xx

The blue notification light flashed as you read the messages from Brian. He’d repeated what he’d mouthed to you just before Anita stole him away.

Y/N: 8:32 AM
I love you too <3

You threw your phone down on the couch and ran a hand through your stringy, tangled hair. You didn’t know what else to say. Instead, you lay there for minutes on end with your mind rolling through everything and nothing all at once.

The phone buzzing beside you startled you out of your misery. There could only be one person calling, now that Brian knew you were awake.

You answered quietly so as not to wake Adam. “Hello?”

”Hello darling.”

Damn it all, his voice could sooth your nerves and flip your stomach immediately. It was heaven to hear his soft tenor, but your heart still anxiously raced.

“Should you be calling me right now?”

The silence on the other line was telling. “…I wanted to,” said Bri. “I don’t want you to feel like this changes anything between us. I… I don’t want you to feel… less… in any way.”

You still didn’t answer. It was hard not to believe that you were unworthy and morally bankrupt; you’d been struggling with those thoughts all night as you tossed and turned. But you tried to take his words to heart and put the self-hatred behind you for a moment.

Finally, Brian sighed. “I told Anita I was going for a walk. I’m outside in the garden.”

“…Okay.” You found yourself smiling unconsciously. “I’m… glad you called. It’s nice to hear your voice.”

You thought, despite not knowing what to say, you could start with honesty.

”It’s nice to hear yours too, darling girl. I can’t state enough how much I regret what happened yesterday.”

“Me too,” you said. “I’m sorry for… putting you in that position with your wife.”

There was an awkward silence. The guilt ate at your guts. You imagined what Brian had to go through last night - emotionally and otherwise – all for the mistake of loving you.

Brian’s voice returned sharp. ”YOU are sorry? Baby… you’ve done absolutely nothing wrong…”

“Would people stop saying that!?!” Something tightly wound inside you snapped. You couldn’t bear to hear Adam’s sentiments repeated again, especially from Brian. “I’m not blameless, and I’d appreciate if you all stopped treating me like a child.”

“I didn’t mean to insinuate anything like that Y/N,” Brian tried to placate you. “I just won’t let you blame yourself for the actions of an old man with a weakness.”

You were tired of his deprecation, clashing against your own stubbornness. “Is that all I am now Bri? A weakness?!?”

”God no, darling!” Brian backtracked immediately. “You’re SO much more than that.”

Despite hearing exactly what you needed to hear, your heart fell. “And that’s the whole problem, isn’t it? We should have never let it get this far.”

It was Brian’s turn for silence. You could tell he was pacing by the quiet crunch of gravel heard through the phone speaker. Eventually he sighed, resigned, and you knew he agreed with you. You spoke again, your voice sounded flighty and raw.

“Even if this didn’t happen. Even if Anita was none the wiser and we carried out whatever this is between us until the end of the tour. What then Bri? All along I knew this would end in tragedy. And I’m pretty sure you did too.”

Brian groaned through the receiver. You could picture him in the garden with his hand on his face. It was a question that had been hanging over every interaction between you for weeks. One he’d avoided like the plague. One you’d been too afraid to ask, despite Jenna’s pushing.

“I don’t… know, what will happen Y/N. Every time I think about it my chest hurts in a way it hasn’t in years.”

A part of you was angry with him. Angry at the world. But the rage quickly died. You couldn’t blame him for ignoring the inevitable end, because you’d done the exact same thing yourself. You couldn’t be angry at him for anything. In a matter of a few short weeks Brian had become your world, and that itself was the greatest problem of all.

“God Bri... I don’t know either. Can we at least talk about this in person?”

“...Of course darling.”

The only certainty in the entire conversation was that you’d crawl back to each other once again. After weeks of people and circumstance trying to tear you apart, the only constant was the ever-present drive to be in each other’s arms.

Brian told you he’d meet you in your room immediately, and even now you could feel the excited energy running through your veins. You were an absolute addict.

You gathered your things – one exquisite golden dress and two sparkling heels – and rushed towards the door. A newly-wakened, groggy faced Adam was there waiting for you. Presumably, he’d heard snippets of your conversation, if the unimpressed eyebrow was anything to go by.

“Off so soon?”, he questioned.

You nodded, somewhat sheepishly, feeling foolish for how powerless one man made you. “Yeah. Going back to my own room I think. Thanks for everything last night, truly. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“You ‘think’? Whatever happened to ‘We’ll discuss it in the morning’??” The singer gave you a fairly displeased look. He clearly didn’t think you were in a proper emotional state to be on your own... or to be with Brian. You didn’t blame him after last night.

“I--”

Adam cut you off with a swift hand, which was just as well, because you weren’t really sure what you were going to say anyways.

“I know you’re gonna see him, and I know you’re gonna take one look at those sappy fucking hazel eyes and forgive him in a heartbeat.” Adam’s raised hand pointed a painted finger in your direction. “But you deserve BETTER, Y/N. I want you to give him a swift kick up the ass – metaphorically or physically, you decide – and if you don’t do it I’m gonna fucking do it for you. You need answers. Hell, we ALL need answers, because I feel like I’m somehow fucking part of this train wreck. And I care about you both so fucking much...”

Adam’s voice grew strained, wavering with the emotion you could see on his face.

The gratefulness you felt for this man was more than you could possibly measure. He’d been there for you at your lowest last night, and throughout the entire tour. Separated from your friends and family, he was your biggest support line, and for whatever reason, over these short weeks he’d excelled. He had more compassion and understanding in his heart than most people had in their whole bodies. You felt yourself tearing up to match.

“Oh Adam... I don’t deserve a friend like you.”

He sniffed, and laughed. “Yes you fucking do you bitch. That’s the whole point I’m trying to make!”

You couldn’t help but grin a bit too, at advice so distinctly ‘Adam’. “Thanks. You really are the best you know.”

“Ha! I DO know it.” Adam stuck out is tongue cheekily. “Now, go to your man. And stick up for yourself! You’ve both got to figure this all out. PLEASE.”

You crossed the last few steps towards Adam and gave him a giant hug. The weight on your shoulders was immense, but, being in his arms, you felt a little more capable of carrying it.

“Thanks again.” You said, pulling back. “Hopefully I’ll be able to explain everything later, and we’ll have that proper chat.”

“I fucking hope so! Don’t even think about leaving me out of it.” The young man waved as you walked through the door. “Remember you can ALWAYS count on me, for anything.”

You smiled, broadly, this time. “I know.” And you closed the door.

Stuck in the hallway, the sudden silence was deafening. Gone was Adam’s warm comfort. The loneliness crept into your skin. You scurried off at once, swiftly down the hall to the elevator. In the panic and encompassment of conversation with Bri, you’d forgotten that your room key was still in his room. Therefore, a quick, embarrassing trip to the front desk was required before making your way back up the stairs to the lower floor where your room was. You’d only been there once briefly when checking in. You hoped you remembered the way. You hoped no one saw you trapsing about like such an obvious stress-case.

When you approached your room door, finally, your hand shook swiping the card. It was blissful privacy at last, save for the tall form that greeted your eyes. He’d beat you here. He’d used your keycard.

If Brian had ever looked his age, it was now: his head hung low on his bent neck. Heavy circles stained his lower eyelids like he hadn’t slept a wink during the night. Deep frown lines marred his forehead and outer lips. His once perfect curls were haphazard, sticking out in all directions with no life or shine. The mascara and liner that you’d put on him before the party were still there, but smudged and faded with tears. Still, he was gorgeous in your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat. You wanted to wrap yourself around him so that nothing would make him cry ever again.

You probably looked even worse yourself. You’d not seen a mirror since... IT happened.

“Hello beautiful.”

Brian’s perfect tenor was accompanied by the smallest of smiles, and the subtle, yet distinct, gesture for a welcome embrace.

Without a thought you buried your face against his chest.

Warm, strong, masculine.

His arms wrapped tightly around your slim torso.

Big, soft, safe.

As you nuzzled your skin against his, you were met with the distinct purr of Brian’s appreciation, and soft lips upon your hair.

Daddy.

It was cruel how perfectly you fit in his arms. What was one more stolen moment amongst many.

You pressed yourself against him as much as possible, running your hands up and down his back to feel every inch of the broad body beneath. His unique aroma surrounded you: spicy, sweet, undeniably Bri. Your heart could barely keep time in your chest, fluttering wildly and painfully. You loved him so much it hurt. It wasn’t the time, wasn’t the place, and you didn’t know if it would ever be again, but your body reacted to him the only way it knew how. Your legs shook, your sex throbbed.

You moved how Brian’s strong arms directed. He threw your heels and dress to the floor without a care for the price tag. Soon, he cupped beneath your bottom, teasing momentarily before lifting upwards, guiding you to raise your legs around him as he picked you up.

He carried you the short distance to the bed, where he bent his knees and gently set you down on the mattress. There he stood, all big and beautiful and sad, staring into your eyes as he apologized once more.

“I’m so sorry my darling. You’re right. It should have never come to this.”

Within a few seconds of looking into his shimmering hazel eyes, you sensed your vision blurring with your own tears. Your throat tightened, fighting the wave of emotion behind it. Everything with Brian was exquisitely raw.

“It’s okay Bri.” You forgave him immediately, despite sense, despite Adam, just as you always knew you would. “It’s been worth it, despite everything. YOU are worth it. I wouldn’t change it for the world. And for that, I’m sorry too.”

You reached a trembling hand out to cup his cheek, wiping an errant tear that could not be allowed to run down such soft skin. In this moment, so much remained unclear, but something was suddenly evident.

“I think that I love you more than anything.” You admitted it aloud to the room and to yourself, shocked with sudden shame and clarity.

You couldn’t think of a single thing happening to you that would be as important as what Brian had done to your life. Any sacrifice, no matter how large, would be a bargain for the price of his love. Your career, your reputation, your friends, your family... you would and did risk them all for him.

It wasn’t clear to you if Brian truly felt the weight of your words in this moment. You meant it; you’d do anything he asked of you, if it meant you could stay with him.

“I love you to, Y/N. So fucking much.” Brian leaned into your hand and kissed down your wrist, making his way towards you until finally, finally, his lips reached yours.

He kissed like he’d been starved, aching for the affection you gave him, returning it with every movement of his lips. He brought his hand to raise your chin and suckled on your lower lip. He tasted of alcohol, of a damn rough night. He tasted deliciously him. Your fingers reached unconsciously towards his waist, pulling him snug between your legs as you deepened the kiss.

When you were both breathless, drunk on the taste and the feel, Brian pulled away. He was so close that you had to crane your neck up to meet his eyes. It was a view you committed to memory, fearful it would be your last: endless feet of torso, dangling necklaces and untamed curls poking out above deep eyes. Eyes so pained you could physically feel them in your chest.

“We don’t have much time, sweetheart,” he murmured against your hair. “Not right now.”

‘Not ever.’ A spiteful part of you wanted to reply. A part fed up with the world. With his age, his circumstance. Instead, you showed an understanding smile. For how dare YOU be angry?

“We’ve maybe a half-hour before Anita starts to question the length of my... walk.” Brian cringed slightly as he spoke, clearly at war with his own morality.

You didn’t like speaking about such deception either, but you wouldn’t delude yourself. You were complicit in every sin, and would be for as long as Brian asked you to. Speaking of it frankly was an admission you both needed to make.

Besides, really, you both knew your little meeting wouldn’t surprise Anita in the slightest. The look on Brian’s face confirmed it. She knew well where he was. It didn’t need to be discussed.

“I get it Bri. Leave whenever you need to.”

He nodded, though you could tell it hurt him to do so. Your heart panged when he took a step back.

“It is so nice to see you though,” you reiterated. “Thank you for...” Your words dried up as you couldn’t find the description you were looking for. “Well, y’know. Thank you. I know it can’t be easy.”

Brian nodded again. You knew he couldn’t bring himself to accept thanks for this particular situation, but you both weren’t in the mood for any more disagreements. Steeling yourself, you took a deep breath.

All the fear and hesitation you’d been feeling for the last few days – hell, since he’d first whispered temptation in your ear all the way back in Dallas – felt like it was boiling over inside your abdomen. You looked deep into Brian’s eyes, finding courage there. Remembering strength from Adam.

“I just need to know... what I’m... supposed to do? What you want from me. Please.”

You stared at him, powerless, while a multitude of options flooded your mind: everything from leaving your AT position on the tour immediately and never seeing him again, to moving to England and continuing your morally bankrupt, torrid affair. You’d had an answer, once. Brian had said he had you until the end of the tour. Now though, looking at his face and his wringing hands, that answer seemed both so short and so impossible that it could no longer be the case.

Your lungs were about to burst from holding your breath. You could do nothing but sit there, worrying, trembling with the fear of the inevitable. You didn’t want to lose him. You knew you had to.

Just as his mouth opened, just as your heart stopped... your phone beeped a notification. You tried to ignore it. It was the telltale sound of an Instagram message, far too unimportant to derail a moment like this.

But Brian stared at the blinking light, and closed his mouth. You were more than disappointed. It must have shown on your face, because he frowned too.

“I don’t know what to fucking say Y/N.” Brian gestured to your phone. “Answer it first.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. It almost impressed you how skilled he was at avoiding confrontation. Your pulse was hammering, and yet you found yourself opening a fucking social media app.

It was a message request, from... Elora? You felt your face screw up in confusion, blurry memories from last night trying to find a reason she’d be reaching out. Fully expecting a benign message and a friend request, you opened the notification. It turned out that your pulse was hammering for a good reason.

@Floridapublishing_Elora
Hope you had a good time last night Y/N. I guess I wasn’t the only one with a little secret. I was so curious I think I stumbled upon something I shouldn’t have. I wonder how much my employer would love to see this. Better yet... I wonder how much your sugar daddy would pay to keep it quiet.

The message was followed by an image, slightly grainy from distance, but unmistakable. It was a photo of you on Brian’s lap, taken from the small angle down the hall to the prop room at the party. Your eyes went wide. The photo didn’t capture Brian fully behind the frame of the door, but you could see his legs, his arms, and his fingers. Front and centre was your bare bottom. Or what would be bare, if not for the large, sinuous hands squeezing every inch.

“FUCK.”

Brian’s brow furrowed in confusion at your outburst, and so, trembling, you turned your phone to him. The ongoing turmoil of emotions within you sharpened with new anxiety. You watched, hating yourself and how you’d ruined his reputation, as the line between his eyebrows deepened further.

“What’s this?”

“Elora. The girl I met – who I THOUGHT was a friend – last night at the party just sent this to me. I don’t know how she got it. I guess she took it when the security guard was still inside... or he left his post for a bit.” Your words came rushing out of your mouth, desperate to explain how it wasn’t your doing. It couldn’t be. “I never said anything to her. I... I kept it secret I promise! But I guess I saw her looking kinda funny when you came to the dancefloor and--”

“Y/N, stop.” Brian interrupted you with a stern voice and a hand on your shoulder. “It’s not your fault. I’m not mad at you.”

You looked up at him, just as wide-eyed as before. It was just like the other article in Toronto. You panicking, him calm.

“These things happen, especially these days I guess.”

You pondered his words. ’These things happen? Did that mean it’s happened to HIM before? Did he WANT it to happen? You saw Anita’s stern face in your mind, and shuddered.

“Why’d she send it to you?” He wondered. “I’d have thought it would be published online on some tragic news site.” The description was said disdainfully.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I think she’s hoping you’ll pay to... prevent that.”

“How much?”

“Didn’t say.”

“Hmmm...” Brian pondered it a moment, still shockingly calm to your eyes. “Seems like a rookie move to me. It’s not all that incriminating anyways.” He glanced again to the photo, cocking a sly lip. “That could be anyone. Some legs, a back, and a very nice little arse.”

You, alternatively, thought it was rather obvious who it was, especially paired with the dozens of photos of the two of you entering the party in the same exact outfits. You weren’t sure if you should mention this to Brian. He seemed in a strange mood.

“You’re looking at me like I’ve grown two heads Y/N.”

Perhaps you were. “I’m sorry! I just thought you’d be more... upset. If they pair that photo with one of us entering the party... it’s obvious.”

He tilted his head to one side, staring past you at the wall. “It’s already obvious, as I’ve said before.”

“There wasn’t proof before!”

After a moment, his eyes moved from the wall to the floor. “I guess that’s true. If you’re worried about that I can pay whatever--”

“I’m worried about YOU, Bri!” You shouted at him, enraged that he’d even try to turn this into some kind of false, projected shame. “I’ve told you a thousand times that I’m not embarrassed to be with you. I LOVE you! I’m just worried that the fucking WIFE of yours who seemed slightly opposed to the idea of you and I MIGHT just be a little fucking angry about this. That YOU might want to stop it from - oh I don’t know - BLOWING UP online?!?”

After the anger spewed forth, you realized, for the first time, that you’d just yelled at Brian May. He looked as shocked as you felt. An apology sat ready on your lips, but some part of you held steady. You wouldn’t get anywhere without making your feelings known. Brian simply stared.

All at once, it was too fucking much. You felt the dam burst inside you, and tears came falling down your cheeks. Things had gone from bad to worse. Your heart couldn’t take it.

“I’m so sorry Bri!” You wailed, whining between gasping cries. “I’m a mess. I don’t fucking know what I’m DOING!”

Immediately, big hands surrounded your face. Calloused thumbs wiped the streams of tears from your eyes. Brian placed his body atop yours, laying you on your back on the mattress. He shielded you from the pain, from everything, and, like always, made it all better.

“Shhhh, baby...” he soothed, “Don’t cry little darling.”

He placed gentle kisses all over your skin, leaving little patches of moisture that reminded you of his presence. Of who you belonged to. Who loved you.

“Just breathe Y/N. I’m here.”

Daddy’s here, your brain supplied, and you buried yourself in the crook of his neck. His scent once again drowned your worries. He was so much, that there was no room for anything else.

Brian rolled you over so that you were laying on top of his chest, and he let the sobs run their course as he petted your hair. The rhythmic up and down of his breathing slowly steadied your own. You always felt so small next to him, in so many ways, and at times like these - when the world spun and the pain gnashed – it was exactly what you wanted. Needed.

When you found your voice again, it was raw and scratchy.

“I still need to know Bri.” You sniffed, nuzzling your nose into his skin. “I need to know what you want me to do. At least give me that. Please.”

He groaned beneath you, and you felt the pain of it as your body rumbled. You remembered your decision. Your epiphany. The sudden clarity from earlier was even stronger, lying snug in his arms.

“You know, I meant it when I said I love you more than anything. I’d come with you; hide away. I’d leave and never return. I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

There it was. Laid out. Plain. There was no mistaking what you meant. All the power was with Brian, just as it always had been. You could no longer struggle against it. That was the way things worked between the two of you. The way that felt right.

Brian’s arms tightened around you like a vice. He choked on your words. When he did speak, it was little more than a whisper. “You can’t fucking tell me that Y/N. Please. You can’t mean it. How am I supposed to live with myself?”

You were done arguing. Done with it all. “Tell yourself whatever you need to Bri. I understand.”

You always fucking understood. You knew what his answer would be even as he shuddered underneath you, rocking back and forth trying to find a way out. You felt his heart breaking at the same time as your own. You watched him tear himself apart to give you the freedom you didn’t want. All because he couldn’t handle taking it.

Now you both had tears down your cheeks. “In another time... another world... Not this.” Brian’s voice seemed to cry. “This would ruin you. Ruin us both.”

Your heart finally shattered, inevitably. Numbness settled in where hope had lingered far too long. You would ruin each other. This love was tangled, unjust, sinful. You nodded slowly, somehow aware of everything and nothing but your own head moving.

“I know Brian,” you said. “You have more to love.”

He had a family, a life. You tried to remove yourself from atop him, but Brian’s arms – so much stronger than your own – held you against him.

“This isn’t the end Y/N,” he whispered. “Please stay. I won’t let it end like this.”

Your insides were brittle and sharp. Your stomach retched silently. It hurt more than death. It would hurt even more to stay. But if that’s what Brian needed, you would do anything for him.

“I’ll stay until the last show in Charlotte,” you agreed verbally, still numb. Your mind was stuck on a different thought, equally true.

I’ll love you forever.

Chapter 155: Pitiful

Notes:

For those few of you who care... I've finally got a chapter count for this story (not including alternates).
We're coming to the end, and I have mixed feelings about it. I hope these last chapters live up to what I've written to date. I do love this story, and I'm so proud of parts of it. However, it's getting harder and harder to write. Harder to find the passion when I don't feel it coming as easily as it used to. Thank you to all the authors, friends and people out there that DO give me motivation. This is for you!!

It was bitter agony, having to watch Brian from afar. Seeing him with Anita instead. You sat to the side in the crew seats for the penultimate Atlanta concert, having flown there on commercial with the others. You remembered the tight smile Allan gave you on the flight. You disputed his pity. You hated it. Everyone around you knew it would end this way. You’d thought you’d known too.

You watched Anita congratulate him backstage as you were working out the knots in Adam’s back once again. The singer gave you a nod, eyes crinkling in understanding. You knew he was trying to be supportive. In response, you dug harder into his shoulders. The squawk he made was shamefully satisfying in your pettiness.

The show tonight had been great, but it didn’t seem to have the same fire as before. Brian’s playing was no less immaculate. His hips, though, didn’t seem to sway to the music. Each chord wasn’t punctuated with raw hunger, like he could sink his teeth into the sound. Wasn't there something missing? Adam sang well, but he didn’t kneel and rut against the older men like you knew he loved to do. Perhaps it was just the difference of where you were sitting. That you weren’t a part of it anymore. Cast aside.

You found you were disgusted by your own thoughts. She looked proper beside him. She was as regal, as poised, as confident and beautiful. Her white hair looked luminous next to his. They were a perfect pair with an air of love, understanding and balance. You despised it with boiling jealousy. You would never look that way next to Brian. She was what he wanted people to see. Or what he thought he did. But you knew better. You knew how he preened when you hung off his arm; how he held you beside him with fingers tight enough to leave marks. How he gazed at them after, and that little pointed tooth would peek out his grin.

Most of all, you hated the dark part inside of you that found curling satisfaction in the difference. You, in opposition to Anita, WEREN'T proper. You liked it. You knew what people saw when the two of you were together: immediate thoughts of power, of sex and depravity. You, looking fit and young and innocent next to Brian’s commanding presence, were a talking piece that he seemed to adore showing off. At least- your thoughts soured- when it suited him. The back of his mind was just as rude as yours; the memories of his prideful, possessive displays in front of the crew and even in public were still fresh. Your sex clenched unwillingly. You wanted him to ravage you right now, in front of the crew and his wife. You wanted it desperately. BUT, Brian had made his decision, and despite all the love you knew lied beneath the lust, you weren’t a part of it. You would be the good girl you always were for him, and would tear yourself apart before doing anything that could bring him harm. Your sole rebellion lied in the pretty black collar that remained around your neck.

He couldn’t help but glance at you across the room. You weren’t sure if it made the pain inside you better or worse. The desire in Brian’s hazel eyes rivalled your own, but only for a moment, before he was pulled back into conversation by those around him. Anita slid a directing hand along his back, leading him further away. You knew your face twisted into something rather ugly.

Brian still texted you whenever he could. It wasn’t enough for your greedy heart, but it was something. Something to keep you strung along, dangling on the periphery in a mock limbo state. Delaying the inevitable end.

He told you he would pay for Elora’s blackmail attempt, with warning that it wasn’t so easy to make such things go away. You could figure as much. There was no way of proving she’d delete the photo after receiving the money. She could always ask for more and more. The thought made you queasy. You felt it bubbling in your stomach, rolling into each breath. You couldn’t bear ruining the life Brian had chosen.

You still weren’t sure if he paid the bitch more to settle YOUR nerves or his own. His reaction to it all still rubbed you the wrong way. Perhaps he thought it fruitless. In any case, Brian didn’t seem too put out, even to lose the money without guarantee. A part of you still wretched at the cost. You couldn’t fathom that level of wealth, despite repeated assurances from Bri. Somehow, it made you feel even more pathetic.

You supposed your massage had gotten sloppy, because Adam sighed beneath your hands. “It’s all going to be okay Y/N.”

He didn’t know about the blackmail photo, but you rather thought that was a moot point by now. You’d fucked up so damn much.

“If you say so.”

You weren’t looking forward to going back to your empty room.

…

The following morning you called your mum. It felt like a low point, proving Anita, Sarina... everyone right. You were just a silly child.

For some reason though, you needed to hear her voice. You called with the excuse of the tour ending tomorrow.

“So you’ll be back in Dallas in a couple days?” Your mother’s hopeful tone came through the speaker.

“Yeah.” You hoped the pain wasn’t too obvious in your response.

“Amazing! You’ll come visit us then, won't you? I’ve missed you, y’know. Your dad’s been driving me crazy. Since he fixed that damn kitchen door he’s started a whole reno. I can barely fix a meal in there!”

You forced a chuckle. It was easy to imagine the chaos of multiple DIY renovations in your childhood home. It was less easy to picture your own life after the tour. In your own little student apartment.

Unfortunately, that thought stung a bit too much, and your mum was a bit too perceptive.

“Is something wrong honey?”, she asked. The motherly concern in her tone threatened tears further.

“No.” Your throat tightened, struggling to hang on. “Just sad about the tour ending I guess.”

There was a small pause on the other end. She didn’t seem to believe you wholeheartedly. You didn’t blame her.

“Well… they always say that all good things come to an end. I suppose that means you've had a good time?”

You appreciated her trying to be reassuring despite the vague description you’d provided. You felt guilty for keeping so much from your family, but there simply wasn’t any other way.

“Definitely. It was… magical.” Your voice was so airy when you finally found the word, that you were certain your mother could pick up on it. You weren't sure you cared anymore.

She’d known about your infatuation with Brian and the band since your teens. She knew YOU. You didn’t doubt she had suspicions surrounding various phone calls, especially the one Brian butted in on. She wasn’t completely oblivious not to wonder what her daughter was doing in the same room as him late at night. And that was discounting the rock star’s playful… tone. Thankfully, she left it all well enough alone. You shuddered to remember the embarrassment you’d felt when Brian pushed those boundaries. It was all a part of what was so wrong. Why you couldn’t be together. You could never imagine bringing Bri home to meet your parents.

“Well… I’m looking forward to seeing you dear. I‘ll tell your dad the news.”

You shook your head, focusing back on the present conversation. “Yes, please.” You spoke with her for a few more minutes, discussing everything and nothing, and by the end of the chat you felt a little better. A little less isolated, more normal. It was boring- dull beyond belief when compared to Queen- but you DID have a life to go back to, after it all. Right?

When you hung up with your mum, you knew what your next phone call would be. You dialed Jenna eagerly, feeling the emotion bubbling at the surface, itching to speak with someone who already knew… most of the mess.

The phone rang for a moment, giving way to your best friend’s greeting. “Hello Y/N!”

Her voice always brought a smile to your face. “Hi Jenna. D’ya have some time to chat?”

“For you? Of course my dear!” Her voice took a teasing tone. “What’s the rock star done this time?”

It was a sudden splash of cold water. She couldn’t have known. You tried not to let her unsuspecting words affect you, but her triviality was hard to swallow after recent events. You stifled your tears. HE hadn’t done anything. Maybe that was the problem.

“...Y/N?” Jenna didn’t do well with silence.

“I’m still here. Just... preparing, I guess.” You forced a lifeless chuckle through the receiver and took a deep breath. “Brian and I are finished once the tour ends.”

Her blank pause was telling just how naïve you sounded. “Well... yeah? Wasn’t that always gonna happen?”

You’d shared a lot with Jenna, but she still didn’t understand. No one would know the gut-wrenching pain you felt. Your very soul shredded as you thought of it, as you forced yourself to please him this final time. To let him go.

Despite your effort, despite the small recovery you’d felt speaking to your mother, tears started to flow. Your voice was shamefully weak as. “That’s what he’s decided.”

“Oh Y/N...” Jenna consoled, and you cried. So much for ‘feeling better’. Too long focused on Brian and your heart was a gaping wound once more.

“I get it... of course he chose her over me.” The ‘who’ went unsaid. “And his family.” You sniffed and wretched. “It’s just... God I’m so pathetic... deluding myself all this time. And I’m afraid I’m going to ruin his life anyways.”

Your mind whirled a mile a minute, and Jenna fought to keep up.

“What are you talking about?”

“We were caught Jenna. His wife saw us together.”

A beat. “Fuck. Were you... you know...?”

“No. But we might as well have been.” You ran your fingers through your now-greasy hair, smudged the tears on your face. “That’s not even the worst part. Some journalist bitch got a photo of me in his lap.”

“Surely you’re being dramatic--”

You interrupted your friend before she could finish. “He’s squeezing my bare ass like he owns it, Jenna. It’s the most obvious thing in the world.”

“That’s... super fucking hot. But FUCK.”

You told her of the blackmail, and how Brian had paid Elora’s ridiculous demands so far. You told her of the guilty black cloud still hanging over your head. There was no guarantee it was over. It might never be.

Mostly, you shared your current struggle. Watching from afar. Hanging in limbo because it hurt Bri to let you go. Never mind how it hurt you to stay... like this.

You told yourself you deserved it, and Jenna tried to dissuade you each time. She was as kind as she could be, in the situation. You knew as well as she what you’d done. You willingly put yourself in this position. It could only ever have ended like this. She saw the lust, the intrigue, but she would never truly understand. No one would.

It felt like every cell in your body was aching. The mental anguish so unrelenting it turned physical. You trembled. You stammered. You mumbled your apologies to dear Jenna, caught up in it all.

You wept your tears out, until there was nothing left but a sad, damp puddle on your bed. It seemed to mock you, as you stared at it, hearing Jenna’s voice faintly from the phone. You could listen no longer. How pitiful you truly were: alone in the dark hotel room, wasting away in your own sorrow. Even your friend’s support suddenly felt hollow. You hated yourself for using her like this. You had to say goodbye.

You couldn’t remember what you said or how you said it, but you ended your conversation with Jenna. Your phone found its way to the floor. You eyed the rest of the messy room. There wasn’t any emotion left. Just... numbness.

You couldn’t even think about changing out of your pajamas or brushing your teeth. You simply stayed twisted in the rough sheets, in your lonely room, exhausted from heartache and searching for purpose. You didn’t feel like getting out of bed today.

...

It wasn’t until supper time that your self-hatred outweighed your self-pity. You couldn’t lie in bed all day, stinking and sweating like a useless human being. The thought of eating made you queasy, so instead you forced yourself to have a hot shower.

Perhaps some part of you thought you could burn the pain away, because when you finally got out your skin was quite the shade of pink. You looked in the mirror a little too long and frowned: seeing that same plain, ugly girl from before. How could you have ever thought you were anything more? You shook your head, not bothering to fix the smudge of mascara that didn’t fully wash off.

Your continued state of numbness took control as you threw on an old T-shirt and a pair of shorts and made your way to the sofa. You turned the TV to the first channel you could find and threw the remote aside. Settling in, you absently pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. You shivered. Your tiny hands weren’t enough to keep you warm.

Perhaps a few episodes of... something... passed. You couldn’t be sure. You weren’t sure of anything until a sudden strong knock startled you out of your daze.

Your eyes pulled wide, scared to be seen. To BE in this state. The person knocked again. You were glued to the couch, determined to stay silent until they gave up and left you alone.

A few moments passed with your heart pounding in your chest, but just as you thought you were free, a final knock made you jump. A final knock, followed by a voice you’d known forever.

“Y/N! ...Please darling, let me in.”

Hushed, hurried... desperate.

Brian.

Chapter 156: Finality

Notes:

I can't believe it... this is the second last chapter of this fic. I've been working on AAO for 5 years!!! It's strange that Brian and this fandom have been a part of my life for that long (longer really, before I started writing). Time has flown by. I'm not sure if I'm necessarily proud of this whole fic, but I certainly am proud of parts of it. It's ebbed and flowed, had its ups and downs just as my life has in these 5 years. Thank you to all of you who've stuck with me and the fandom all these years!! I couldn't do it without you xx

!daddy kink warning for this chapter. Alternate to be posted soon.

“Y/N! ...Please darling, let me in.”

Brian’s voice seemed to echo in your head. He couldn’t raise his volume for fear of drawing attention in the hall, but nonetheless his desperate tenor overwhelmed every other sense. You knew there was a sense of urgency – his instantly-recognizable self loitering behind the door – but your nerves continued to trap you on the couch.

A part of you didn’t want to let him in. He’d asked so much of you these last few days. It was tearing you apart to see him from afar: each glance an open wound, reminding you why you weren’t enough. You tried so hard to be good for him. To do right by him. You were going through emotional torture, just so he could live with himself in some sort of deranged perception of kindness.

And now he finally graced you with his presence once more. Perhaps he should have to stand at the sidelines, like you had. You tightened your grip on your knees, but his voice interrupted again.

“Y/N!”

You bolted upright off the couch, scrambling towards the door so he wouldn’t have to wait another second. This had never been a relationship of equals.

“Sorry,” you said, as you opened the door for him to quickly step through. Your eyes were glued to the floor; all you could see were his ridiculous white clogs. “I wasn’t... expecting anyone.”

Brian’s tall form swept past you, but the silence lingered. You still couldn’t take your eyes off the carpet, suddenly ashamed of the damp towel you saw lying in a heap. You were small, cold and pathetic. You wanted to hide from him. You wanted to wrap yourself in his arms and never let go. A few seconds were a hellish eternity.

Finally, Brian sighed. “Oh darling...” his long fingers wrapped under your jaw and pulled your gaze up to meet him. They were warm on your skin. “...I tried to call. You didn’t answer your phone.”
You remembered the phone still on the floor next to the bed. You shrugged. “I’m sorry.”

There was another silence from Bri. You could hear the long exhale through his nose as he paced a few strides. You sensed him surveying the state of the room, the state of... you. He stopped behind your back, and you felt his strong arms slowly wrap around your body. You melted into him.

He pulled you against his front, where you fit so snug, and tucked your head under his chin. You felt enveloped and safe once more, and yet, more than anything, there was a pervasive sadness. “No Y/N,” he said, and you felt his chest vibrate as he spoke. “I’M sorry.”

You wanted to cry again... but not in front of him. The pain made your throat constrict. There was nothing you could say. Nothing you could DO, except stay in his embrace for as long as he let you.

Perhaps he wouldn’t notice the tears staining your cheeks.

Brian kept you pressed against him for as long as you needed. He didn’t push for more, didn’t explain himself. It wasn’t necessary. When you eventually turned around chest to chest and raised onto your toes, your unspoken request was met without delay.

His soft lips slotted against yours just where they belonged: claiming your upper mouth and leaving the plump flesh of his lower lip for you to suck on. You were immediately lost in the taste of him. His sweetness. His need.

Slowly, Brian deepened the kiss. You gasped when his tongue pressed yours. It was a clear encouragement for his fingers to dance along your spine. Tempting, teasing, they made their way to your bottom until Brian had enough skin to grab you and pull you closer against him.

You could feel the hard planes if his ribs above the softness of his tummy. Your shaking fingers found the collar of his shirt and moved it aside to play with the curls on his chest. He was perfect, and you took this last chance to memorize every line of his form. You ran your other hand through the thick locks on the back of his neck and pulled with just enough force – enough to linger. Enough not to forget.

Brian groaned, finishing the kiss with sustained pressure until he pulled away heaving, staring deep into your wide eyes. His hazel irises seemed to glitter in the low light. The shadows danced along the swirling greens and browns, hinting at a depth of emotion only the two of you could understand. You knew your eyes looked the same.

“Let me love you Y/N... please. Give me this last time.” Brian’s words purred into the air.

Even now, it wasn’t really a question, though you knew he would stop if you asked.

You wanted to ask him how he could do this to you. How he could ask for something that left you so vulnerable. But that would mean an end to things, and you needed him. Just... one more night.

You nodded, heart bursting. It was inevitable.

Brian grinned, and every future pain was worth it for those few seconds. His smile was the most beautiful sight to your eyes. The sadness beneath only added to its poignancy. You knew that, despite everything, you would treasure this moment forever.

“Good girl,” he picked you up and guided your legs around his waist. “Thank you. I want to show you what you mean to me… so there’s absolutely no doubt in those pretty eyes.”

There were a few steps required to travel to your bed. Time to think. Time to ponder. Your heart beat out of control in your chest. This was the first time Brian had taken you in your rooms. The recent mess and clutter were a stark contrast to memories of previous pleasure. Today you were sad, unkempt: dressed in a cheap T-shirt with your makeup undone and your hair askew. Yet still, without any trimmings, Brian wanted you. He needed you so badly that he’d snuck away from his wife, desperate for one last night with you in his arms.

You still couldn’t imagine it being true. The pounding in your chest turned to a flutter.
Brian placed you on your mattress and took a deep breath. He looked at you with an almost mesmerisation, taking in your blandness and somehow finding beauty. Your body was laid out before him, open and trusting. Craving him beyond anything imaginable. You looked at his soft brows and deep eyes. In his face, you felt true love. And it would all be ripped away from you soon.

He smiled again. “Can I see you?”

You could forbid him nothing. “Of course.” You moved to take off your clothing, but were stopped by larger hands.

“No no... let me.”

Brian peeled the various articles off your skin with reverence. He shielded you from the cold of the air with the warmth of his hands. He watched your skin unveil with the same dark, glistening eyes that would forever haunt your dreams. Savouring your body.

You shivered as his calloused hands caressed your curves. You felt soft beneath him, lying exposed and pliant.

“Beautiful,” he rumbled, and he leaned down overtop you for another kiss.

A breathy moan escaped your lips just before he claimed them. Instinctively, your arms sought his torso above you. He welcomed the touch with his own masculine sounds.

“Please Bri... I want to see you too.” You managed a few hushed words between his kisses. Your hands were already working his buttons apart.

Brian’s sounds grew affirmative, and he peeled away for a moment to tug off his shirt. You murmured your thanks, drinking in the sight of his bare, broad chest as it was revealed. Your gaze shifted down to the bump of his stomach and lingered on the light trail of curls at his waistband. He was absolutely gorgeous: stunning, tempting, masculine in every way, and yet delicate and soft enough to squeeze between your fingers.

You marvelled at how far you’d come, since that first night in Dallas. You remembered how he’d shied away from your touch, wary that you’d find such softness unappealing. How he’d fought to keep the beauty of his years away from you. You would never forget the moisture in his eyes when laid bare under your scrutiny for the first time. How beautiful he’d been then, too.

This was not the same man above you now, and you were so proud of his trust. Tonight, Brian moaned when you kneaded his soft tummy. He returned the favour in kind, trapping your breasts in his large hands. He played with your nipples as if he’d been doing it forever. Your stomach rolled because you knew he had. You loved his experience, loved his wrinkles, loved the smattering of white stubble that scratched your cheeks.

But, for all its perfection, every sensation, every pleasure, remained tinged with that dreaded sadness. You knew it would be the last time his skin touched yours so.

Brian’s lips slowly moved down your body. He kissed down your neck, between your clavicles, around your navel. He teased at the inside of your thighs. Soon, you were writhing on the mattress. You knew how to behave, you tried to be still as he worked his magic, but you needed him to make you feel the way only he could. Besides, you rather liked when his fingers dug into your hip bones. Perhaps these would be the last marks lingering on your skin.

“Such a gorgeous girl...” Brian purred. You could feel his hot breath on your weeping sex. “So sweet.”

Something in his tone was almost... sad. Like you were a sweetness to be savoured. You knew he would miss you just as much. You didn’t have much time to dwell on that, though, for then Brian’s lips found your clit.

He gave you pleasure with leisurely strokes, sighing as he did so. Gone was the usual fervor of your coupling, absent was the rough desperation. Tonight, he didn’t take... he gave. His hands still held you down nicely, bringing that spectacular buzz of submission, but there was only acceptance within. There was nothing left to prove. Only love.

“Oh Bri...,” you moaned, “Oh GOD Bri!”

His beautiful nose pressed firmly against your sex as he found the perfect spot to drive you over the edge. You were dripping for him, clenching and pulsing with his movements. Your thighs fought to close around him, shaking under his firm hands. Brian moaned into your folds. He drank in your very essence. He nuzzled, he kissed, and you came – sighing in bliss as your legs shook with orgasm.

“Daaaddy...” The withering cry that left your throat was almost unrecognizable, still caught up in pleasure. You were completely bare, demonstrating all the most private pieces of your soul for Brian this last time. You were HIS.

Brian’s wet lips found your stomach again. “I’m here sweetheart. You did so well.” Big arms wrapped themselves around you, caressing your skin as you returned from the heaven he’d created. “My perfect girl.”

As you relaxed on the bed and your heavy breathing slowed, Brian removed his shorts. You knew there was much more to come tonight. You noted his hard cock through half-closed eyelids, and a deep satisfaction pooled in your gut. You smiled and got comfy on the mattress. You had done that.

You took him all in, determined not to forget a single detail of his naked form. His long, sinewy legs stretched for miles; the body hair on them increased from relatively bare ankles with a few white curls up to fuzzy thighs that still held some of his younger chestnut tones. His arms appeared similar, strong and muscled from a life playing guitar, but perfectly matched to his lithe body. His chest and shoulders had a gorgeous spattering of hair. Your eye caught on the ridge of his clavicles and trailed down his ribbed sternum between soft pink nipples. Tummy turned to flared hips, so rare on a man but perfectly suited to Brian’s unique brand of masculinity. His slim thighs and wide-set hips framed the prize between them beautifully. His tip was red and weeping; his scrotum hung heavy. Seeing his big, hard cock, you opened your legs for him, still boneless from your first orgasm.

Brian chuckled at your eager position. “Don’t be impatient darling. There’s plenty of time for that.” His grin would always make your heart flutter. The bed dipped where his knees made contact as he crawled his large body towards yours. “C’mere babygirl...” he mumbled. He gathered your tired limbs within his, settling down beside you on the mattress.

You cuddled against him: your nose instinctively nuzzling against his soft neck. Both sets of hands caressed the other’s body gently. He let you relax fully, drawing your body within the safety of his. You were enveloped in his scent and his care. He was everything. Soon, even the looming fear of the end had faded. It was just Brian. And with him, you were nothing but a vessel of pleasure.

He drew patterns along your curves and let you play with his hair. Absentmindedly, you wrapped soft curls around your fingers, mesmerized by the way they’d spring back into shape. Brian laughed when you tried to run your hands through the sides of his scalp, getting snagged almost immediately instead. He didn’t acknowledge your mumbled apology, instead squeezing you tighter against him.

Your feet slid in between his, rubbing softly. Every inch of his skin was warm. The only cool sensation was when his lips would leave your body shining, wet for the air to tickle. You sighed into each movement, encouraging more. After countless desperate encounters and lustful couplings night after night on tour - where the deeper meaning had always been hidden beneath – now, your love was demonstrated and enjoyed without pretense.

You were lost in the fuzzy bliss of gentle submission, content to drift along as your post-orgasm haze faded into recurrent need.

There was no rush, but slowly you found yourself grinding your core against his. Your mons met his still-hard cock naturally, without conscious decision. The ache between your legs had returned, and you raised your hips on Brian’s unspoken command, shifting with the gentle lift of his hands.

You fit together perfectly, your leg draping over his to give access to pleasure. Slowly, carefully, Brian murmured praises as he fit his firm length within you. Inch by inch, with every breath he would push deeper, spreading your channel around his thickness. You were fully prepared from the magic of his mouth, but the size was always all-consuming. You closed your eyes and let him take you.

The only thought in your mind was that of Brian’s cock, stretching you beyond reality. You moaned, you arched, inner muscles fluttering to pull him deeper despite the effort. You could feel him trembling within you, breathing deeply as he resisted the urge to bury himself immediately. He reached the firm base of your cervix easily, hissing when the tender head of his cock made contact. You were so tight around him. With a final, relieving snap of his hips, Brian bottomed out within you. He filled every possible inch, pressing past comfort into the space only he could reach, with his balls tight against your opening and his cockhead stretching you deeper to accommodate him.

It was perfect, complete fullness, and your body spasmed around his, hugging every ridge of his shaft. You threw back your head, whining with bliss for the man beside you. “Daddy!”
Brian responded with his own growl. You could feel the hot breath from his nostrils on your forehead. He placed a kiss, taking a moment to settle within you. “Yes sweetheart?”

”YESsss.”

Perhaps it wasn’t the response he was expecting, but your emphatic approval of his manhood drew another rugged chuckle from Brian’s chest.

You finally opened your eyes, and were met with his bright hazel ones in return. Smile lines crinkled on either side of them. There was only one thing you could say.

“I love you.”

Brian smiled. The freckle on his lower lip flashed into view. “I love you too.”

Your eyes traced the movements of his lips as he said it. Then you leaned in to find them with yours once more. The kiss was deep and gentle. His soul poured into yours, and you held it close, keeping a part of it safe with you forever. You felt the unshed tears, the unsaid words. You sighed against his lips and rolled your hips as you pulled away.

“I will always love you.”

Brian seemed to stare into your eyes for eternity, all consuming in his attention, but you knew it could only have been for a moment. You shook with the power of it. The power of him.

“…I know.” He said, still meeting your eyes for their naked truth. “Me too.”

A single tear fell from his shining eye, leaving a slow trail down his cheek until it met the pillow. Neither of you mentioned it. That, too, would be unsaid.

The lovemaking was slow and sensual. Brian started shallow movements to feel himself within you, pulling out only slightly before filling you again. You rocked together on the bed, still cuddling and enjoying each other’s bodies in a relaxed state: connected in the most primal way a man and woman could be.

Brian thanked you without the need for words. Every tender movement of his body within yours was appreciation in itself. You felt his adoration. His reverence.

You both wanted to draw it out, unable to even consider the end.

Murmuring sweet praises, Brian brought you to orgasm once more at this leisurely pace. His deft fingers played your clit. It took almost nothing – the stretch of his big cock had your muscles so tight, your nerves so primed, that a few circles with his thumb sent you shuddering.

You let your body submit to his control, simply enjoying the waves of pleasure as you clenched around him. You could hear him hiss, gritting his teeth against the sensations of your body, trying not to end it all too soon. This was what you loved, giving yourself for his pleasure. He enjoyed your climax just as much as you did.

It was always your pleasure to please him.

“Good girl…” he sighed, calming you once more from your high with soothing caresses. His hands danced along your skin. “Never forget that you’re perfect.

You only felt perfect with him. Especially, as he grabbed your body so easily. He moved you beneath him, your legs spread wide around his hips, and immediately filled you back up.

“Unnnggh…” you groaned, sensitive from the size of him within you so quickly again. You loved it. You wrapped your heels around his back and pulled him deeper inside you.

This was probably your favourite position: where you could see your lover. Watch the pleasure on his face as he explored your body. Feel the weight of him moving above you. The power of his strong arms. The size of him pinning your down, but every touch safe. It made you shiver to know that, after everything you’d done together - all the thrills and the fantasy – this was what Brian wanted from you most of all.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to fill you one last time, and he wanted you to watch him do it.

You braced your head back against the pillow, looking up to see his white curls bracket your vision. He was everything.

“Please Daddy… I need you.” You could already feel the cry in your voice. The pulse of your sex. “I need feel you. I need to remember.”

Brian thrust deep inside you without pulling out, just grinding your pelvis into the mattress beneath him. You moaned. It was bliss to be this full.

Your words shook with raw emotion. You knew the tears would follow, but for now, there was only overwhelming love. “I’m yours, forever.”

Your voice and your pain drew Brian towards the edge; there was no turning back. It was the final act, and you both knew it. Beautiful. Inevitable.

Brian trembled above you. He groaned and brought his hands behind your neck in sweet embrace. He cradled your body beneath his. “My perfect girl. God… I’m so sorry.” You could feel his tears now too. They fell hot on your face as he plunged his cock deep into your channel. It was an aching mix of pleasure and pain. Your heart broke. Your sex throbbed.

Your cunt took his thrusts eagerly, clenching around his shaft within you, desperate to keep him there just a little longer. You felt him hit the pleasure spot inside you. It wouldn’t ever be this good again. You found yourself, for just a moment, staring at the place your bodies connected. Catching a glimpse beneath his belly. You memorized the filthy stretch of your opening around his cock. The slap of his balls against your skin. You watched the long length of him disappear within you again and again. Watched your womb bounce with his plundering. Never again. You were ruined.

Brian cupped the back of your scalp with his big hand. He continued his slow, deep pace. He loved you as he fucked you. “Look at me, Y/N. Please.” He was breathless and gravelly. You looked up to meet his gaze.

Brian’s eyes watered to match yours: the brilliant hazel colour murky behind tears waiting to be shed. He was gorgeous. He was crying. “I won’t last much longer. I want to see you. I want you…” he let out a shuddering breath, filling you to the brim once more “…to see me.”

That’s all either of you ever wanted. To be seen. Accepted. Loved for the faults and the strengths. Because, whatever the world thought, the sordid affair… the improper desires, between the two of you, it was perfection. It was right.

“I do see you, Bri. I love you. I love my Daddy.”

He placed his forehead against yours, finally laid bare to match your pain. “I fucking love you too.”

Brian’s thrusts accelerated. They became sporadic, desperate. You knew his body so well by now… you knew you didn’t have long left with him. Each movement knocked your heads together slightly, but neither pulled away. It was worth discomfort to stay close.

One of Brian’s hands remained holding your neck, keeping your safe against him. The other found its way to your clit for the last time. “Come for me baby.” He rubbed your swollen bud, needing desperately to give you more pleasure even as he lost control. “Come one last time on Daddy’s cock so you never, ever forget who you belong to.”

The absolute needy crack in his voice was what finally did it. You came, shattering into a million pieces around him. You body flailed; your sex clenched. You were helpless, lost in the biggest wave of ecstasy you’d ever felt. You sobbed.

All you were still aware of, was the strong safety of Brian’s arms still around you. You couldn’t control your voice. “Please, please!”, you begged, willing him to fill you. To STAY with you, as you convulsed around him. “Please Daddy!”

Brian growled, moaning through his own tears as he finally came. It was a final, raw, masculine sound, like it was pulled directly from his soul. Your insides were flooded by the warmth of his release. Your femininity welcoming his effort, his pain. You took it all, crying and coming. You held onto him with all your strength as your bodies shook together in ecstasy.

You were so full. It was too much, and yet with every spurt of Brian’s pleasure he seemed to fill you deeper, pressing with his hips. Your legs locked together, pulling him ever tighter. You felt him deep within you, claiming you to your very core. You both knew the painful truth, even if it was too sore to admit. Despite his decision, you would be Brian’s forever.

Slowly, achingly, your breaths slowed. The orgasmic buzzing in your ears quieted, leaving only the sound of sobbing. The consuming, fiery passion was over, no longer able to cover the sadness. You were left with nothing but the ache in your heart and the cooling remains of Brian’s last pleasure in your womb.

You dared not move. There was no energy left. All you could do was cling to him, and cry together in your shared misery. You couldn’t tell which tears were yours anymore. You had an aching, gaping hole in your chest. It was like you couldn’t breathe.

“I do love you Y/N… truly.” Brian’s rough tenor was the first to be heard amongst the sobs. “I’m so sorry it had to end this way.”

Your face screwed up tighter. You knew it ALWAYS had to be like this. You knew he’d never choose you in the end. He couldn’t. It was time to come true on your final promise: to be good for him. To give him what he needed.

“I love you too Bri.”

He kissed you, and you let him. You let him taste you one last time, savour the soft submission of your lips. Your breathy moans. Your tongues danced a final waltz, tracing every crevasse. You hoped you’d never forget the taste, salty with tears.

You stayed pinned beneath him until your legs went numb, still locked around his waist. He took his time memorizing your lips until you were cold and sticky with sweat. It was a small satisfaction to make Brian be the one to move first: to sit up, prying your frozen limbs off him gently.

You loved him. You understood his decision. That didn’t mean you liked it. Despite everything, you still liked HIM. The warm feeling in your chest persisted through the drying tears. You hoped that that warmth, that love, was the feeling you’d remember when you looked back on all this madness.

Slowly, Brian pulled himself away from you. His soft cock slid out of your channel heavily, almost thudding against his thighs. A thin stream of cold semen dripped from your body and mixed with the evidence of your own wet pleasure. The loss of him was immediate. You hissed, tinged with dull pain. You felt empty.

Still, you couldn’t help but smile at the look of concern on Brian’s face. You were so devastated that your mind felt disconnected from your emotions.

“I didn’t mean to get… rough… tonight.” He stammered, sheepish. Afraid he’d been selfish in his act of giving. “I wanted to… make love.” He was self-conscious of his cheesy phrasing.

You pressed a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose. “Don’t worry Bri. You did.”

Brian’s love was always a little difficult. You wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

You looked at each other, searching, always, for the sparkle in the eyes. It was a little harder to find beneath the tear stains and flushed cheeks - the snotty noses – but it was there nonetheless. His beautiful features radiated love and sorrow. His fuzzy brows furrowed slightly. The creases along his nose and mouth deepened. You’d miss that perfect face.

“It was a wonderful last night, Bri. Thank you,” you said. “For everything.” Your voice had only a small waver; there was no emotion left to give.

“Thank YOU, Y/N.” He answered back like you knew he would.

You shared a final, soulful embrace in body and mind. He was hard and soft and perfect. His fingers drummed along your skin. The touch lingered. The feeling lingered.

Remember me well.

…

For once, the clean up after sex was awkward. The sense of finality impeded your usual playful banter. You found yourself searching the room with your gaze, trying to distract yourself from watching him wash away the evidence of your coupling for the last time. For some reason, you thought it would break the current stranglehold on your emotions.

You were numb, almost dissociating from what was happening around you. As if thinking at all hurt too much.

Your eyes found the little black and gold collar in the corner of the room, lying on the chair where you’d placed it before your shower. The words left your head before you processed them.

“Do you want that back?”

Brian looked startled, wary of your strange, sudden question. He followed the direction of your pointed finger, and his eyes widened.

“GOD no!” He shook his hands, as if revolted by the suggestion. “It’s yours Y/N. No one else could ever…” His words drifted off, and you knew he was fighting another sob as his eyes found the floor. “Just please, keep it.”

He shook his head and finished wrapping a towel around his waist, walking back over to sit next to you on the bed. He sniffed, cupping your cheek in his big, warm palm. He rubbed his thumb across your skin.

“In fact, I have something else for you.”

As quickly as he’d come, he left again, over to the pile of his clothes. You watched as he pulled a small, black case from his trouser pocket. There was a shy smile on his face when he wandered back over to you.

You bounced slightly when he re-took his seat.

“It’s a little something I found a few days ago,” he explained, as if it were nothing, yet he held towards you a jewellery case that looked like its contents cost a fortune. His eyes were hopeful. “Perhaps I’m a sentimental old fool, but… something to remember me by?” He deposited the present in your hands.

Why did he have to break your heart repeatedly? You felt tears rising again in the back of your throat, but you held strong, even though your hands shook slightly opening the box.
Inside, there were two beautiful gold chains: one soft and delicate, the other thick, and longer than its partner. Each chain had the same pendant held in the velvet casing. It was of a shooting star, with a dark red gemstone glittering in the centre and a shimmering tail of brilliant pure gold that connected it to the chain. You couldn’t take your eyes off them. Burning bright for their brief existence

“I thought we could match. So… we’ll always have a piece of each other.” Brian was immediately explaining his gift, nervous and spluttering softly. “The girl in the shop said garnets symbolized trust, loyalty and… passion.”

He trailed off, embarrassedly rubbing the back of his neck. He probably thought he’d overstepped. Gone too far. Made a mess of the firm goodbye he’d set previously. “I hope you like it?”

YOU were fighting back tears. He cared this much… to remember… you.

“Oh Bri… I love it.”

His head snapped up from the floor, and he smiled. The biggest, soppiest grin you’d ever seen. Those beautiful, sparking hazel eyes penetrated right to your soul – to be locked there forever.

…

The final performance of Queen and Adam Lambert’s Rhapsody Tour was in Charlotte, North Carolina. You watched from side-facing seats reserved for the tour crew. You had plane tickets pre-arranged for your flight back to your home in Dallas tomorrow. Jenna was going to pick you up.

It was a brilliant performance, but you could tell that Brian, Roger and Adam were all exhausted from many long weeks on the road. Perhaps it wasn’t the explosive ending to the tour they’d all wanted. There was a certain cloud shrouding the stage. Brian, especially, seemed off – like he’d been in Atlanta. He was missing that bright spark: missing the extra flourish.

It was probably a good thing. Your broken heart could only take so much. The numbness followed you everywhere. You couldn’t even focus on the show. It was the last time you’d see his tall frame strutting the stage. The final minutes to see the glorious white curls bounce atop his head. Hear his smooth tenor. Watch him smile. You’d never again feel his soft touch or his sweet embrace. Instead of enjoying the concert, you thought of nothing but loss and finality. You weren’t there to take his poignant adrenaline after a performance. You’d never get to comfort him against your chest. You couldn’t tell him you loved him. All of him.

You hated that he wasn’t his usual shining self. That was the worst thing. After everything, your biggest concern was still Brian. It hurt you to see him anything less than joyous, belting out his songs to thousands of fans.

When they all took the final bow at the end of the show, after a riotous encore and standing ovation, the camera zoomed in once more on Brian. He dipped low to thank the crowd, and three golden necklaces caught the light. His Native American chief head, his Japanese characters… and the longest chain, new to the set: a blinding gold and red star.

His eyes seemed to search for something amongst the rows of cheering fans. Something he never found. Eventually, he left, clutching Red to his chest and shaking his head.

Your world went dark.

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Chapter 157: Finality (Alternate)

Notes:

Same as previous chapter without the Daddy kink.

One more chapter to go!! Yikes!

“Y/N! ...Please darling, let me in.”

Brian’s voice seemed to echo in your head. He couldn’t raise his volume for fear of drawing attention in the hall, but nonetheless his desperate tenor overwhelmed every other sense. You knew there was a sense of urgency – his instantly-recognizable self loitering behind the door – but your nerves continued to trap you on the couch.

A part of you didn’t want to let him in. He’d asked so much of you these last few days. It was tearing you apart to see him from afar: each glance an open wound, reminding you why you weren’t enough. You tried so hard to be good for him. To do right by him. You were going through emotional torture, just so he could live with himself in some sort of deranged perception of kindness.

And now he finally graced you with his presence once more. Perhaps he should have to stand at the sidelines, like you had. You tightened your grip on your knees, but his voice interrupted again.

“Y/N!”

You bolted upright off the couch, scrambling towards the door so he wouldn’t have to wait another second. This had never been a relationship of equals.

“Sorry,” you said, as you opened the door for him to quickly step through. Your eyes were glued to the floor; all you could see were his ridiculous white clogs. “I wasn’t... expecting anyone.”

Brian’s tall form swept past you, but the silence lingered. You still couldn’t take your eyes off the carpet, suddenly ashamed of the damp towel you saw lying in a heap. You were small, cold and pathetic. You wanted to hide from him. You wanted to wrap yourself in his arms and never let go. A few seconds were a hellish eternity.

Finally, Brian sighed. “Oh darling...” his long fingers wrapped under your jaw and pulled your gaze up to meet him. They were warm on your skin. “...I tried to call. You didn’t answer your phone.”
You remembered the phone still on the floor next to the bed. You shrugged. “I’m sorry.”

There was another silence from Bri. You could hear the long exhale through his nose as he paced a few strides. You sensed him surveying the state of the room, the state of... you. He stopped behind your back, and you felt his strong arms slowly wrap around your body. You melted into him.

He pulled you against his front, where you fit so snug, and tucked your head under his chin. You felt enveloped and safe once more, and yet, more than anything, there was a pervasive sadness. “No Y/N,” he said, and you felt his chest vibrate as he spoke. “I’M sorry.”

You wanted to cry again... but not in front of him. The pain made your throat constrict. There was nothing you could say. Nothing you could DO, except stay in his embrace for as long as he let you.

Perhaps he wouldn’t notice the tears staining your cheeks.

Brian kept you pressed against him for as long as you needed. He didn’t push for more, didn’t explain himself. It wasn’t necessary. When you eventually turned around chest to chest and raised onto your toes, your unspoken request was met without delay.

His soft lips slotted against yours just where they belonged: claiming your upper mouth and leaving the plump flesh of his lower lip for you to suck on. You were immediately lost in the taste of him. His sweetness. His need.

Slowly, Brian deepened the kiss. You gasped when his tongue pressed yours. It was a clear encouragement for his fingers to dance along your spine. Tempting, teasing, they made their way to your bottom until Brian had enough skin to grab you and pull you closer against him.

You could feel the hard planes if his ribs above the softness of his tummy. Your shaking fingers found the collar of his shirt and moved it aside to play with the curls on his chest. He was perfect, and you took this last chance to memorize every line of his form. You ran your other hand through the thick locks on the back of his neck and pulled with just enough force – enough to linger. Enough not to forget.

Brian groaned, finishing the kiss with sustained pressure until he pulled away heaving, staring deep into your wide eyes. His hazel irises seemed to glitter in the low light. The shadows danced along the swirling greens and browns, hinting at a depth of emotion only the two of you could understand. You knew your eyes looked the same.

“Let me love you Y/N... please. Give me this last time.” Brian’s words purred into the air.

Even now, it wasn’t really a question, though you knew he would stop if you asked.

You wanted to ask him how he could do this to you. How he could ask for something that left you so vulnerable. But that would mean an end to things, and you needed him. Just... one more night.

You nodded, heart bursting. It was inevitable.

Brian grinned, and every future pain was worth it for those few seconds. His smile was the most beautiful sight to your eyes. The sadness beneath only added to its poignancy. You knew that, despite everything, you would treasure this moment forever.

“Good girl,” he picked you up and guided your legs around his waist. “Thank you. I want to show you what you mean to me… so there’s absolutely no doubt in those pretty eyes.”

There were a few steps required to travel to your bed. Time to think. Time to ponder. Your heart beat out of control in your chest. This was the first time Brian had taken you in your rooms. The recent mess and clutter were a stark contrast to memories of previous pleasure. Today you were sad, unkempt: dressed in a cheap T-shirt with your makeup undone and your hair askew. Yet still, without any trimmings, Brian wanted you. He needed you so badly that he’d snuck away from his wife, desperate for one last night with you in his arms.

You still couldn’t imagine it being true. The pounding in your chest turned to a flutter.
Brian placed you on your mattress and took a deep breath. He looked at you with an almost mesmerisation, taking in your blandness and somehow finding beauty. Your body was laid out before him, open and trusting. Craving him beyond anything imaginable. You looked at his soft brows and deep eyes. In his face, you felt true love. And it would all be ripped away from you soon.

He smiled again. “Can I see you?”

You could forbid him nothing. “Of course.” You moved to take off your clothing, but were stopped by larger hands.

“No no... let me.”

Brian peeled the various articles off your skin with reverence. He shielded you from the cold of the air with the warmth of his hands. He watched your skin unveil with the same dark, glistening eyes that would forever haunt your dreams. Savouring your body.

You shivered as his calloused hands caressed your curves. You felt soft beneath him, lying exposed and pliant.

“Beautiful,” he rumbled, and he leaned down overtop you for another kiss.

A breathy moan escaped your lips just before he claimed them. Instinctively, your arms sought his torso above you. He welcomed the touch with his own masculine sounds.

“Please Bri... I want to see you too.” You managed a few hushed words between his kisses. Your hands were already working his buttons apart.

Brian’s sounds grew affirmative, and he peeled away for a moment to tug off his shirt. You murmured your thanks, drinking in the sight of his bare, broad chest as it was revealed. Your gaze shifted down to the bump of his stomach and lingered on the light trail of curls at his waistband. He was absolutely gorgeous: stunning, tempting, masculine in every way, and yet delicate and soft enough to squeeze between your fingers.

You marvelled at how far you’d come, since that first night in Dallas. You remembered how he’d shied away from your touch, wary that you’d find such softness unappealing. How he’d fought to keep the beauty of his years away from you. You would never forget the moisture in his eyes when laid bare under your scrutiny for the first time. How beautiful he’d been then, too.

This was not the same man above you now, and you were so proud of his trust. Tonight, Brian moaned when you kneaded his soft tummy. He returned the favour in kind, trapping your breasts in his large hands. He played with your nipples as if he’d been doing it forever. Your stomach rolled because you knew he had. You loved his experience, loved his wrinkles, loved the smattering of white stubble that scratched your cheeks.

But, for all its perfection, every sensation, every pleasure, remained tinged with that dreaded sadness. You knew it would be the last time his skin touched yours so.

Brian’s lips slowly moved down your body. He kissed down your neck, between your clavicles, around your navel. He teased at the inside of your thighs. Soon, you were writhing on the mattress. You knew how to behave, you tried to be still as he worked his magic, but you needed him to make you feel the way only he could. Besides, you rather liked when his fingers dug into your hip bones. Perhaps these would be the last marks lingering on your skin.

“Such a gorgeous girl...” Brian purred. You could feel his hot breath on your weeping sex. “So sweet.”

Something in his tone was almost... sad. Like you were a sweetness to be savoured. You knew he would miss you just as much. You didn’t have much time to dwell on that, though, for then Brian’s lips found your clit.

He gave you pleasure with leisurely strokes, sighing as he did so. Gone was the usual fervor of your coupling, absent was the rough desperation. Tonight, he didn’t take... he gave. His hands still held you down nicely, bringing that spectacular buzz of submission, but there was only acceptance within. There was nothing left to prove. Only love.

“Oh Bri...,” you moaned, “Oh GOD Bri!”

His beautiful nose pressed firmly against your sex as he found the perfect spot to drive you over the edge. You were dripping for him, clenching and pulsing with his movements. Your thighs fought to close around him, shaking under his firm hands. Brian moaned into your folds. He drank in your very essence. He nuzzled, he kissed, and you came – sighing in bliss as your legs shook with orgasm.

“Briiiiaann...” The withering cry that left your throat was almost unrecognizable, still caught up in pleasure. You were completely bare, demonstrating all the most private pieces of your soul for Brian this last time. You were HIS.

Brian’s wet lips found your stomach again. “I’m here sweetheart. You did so well.” Big arms wrapped themselves around you, caressing your skin as you returned from the heaven he’d created. “My perfect girl.”

As you relaxed on the bed and your heavy breathing slowed, Brian removed his shorts. You knew there was much more to come tonight. You noted his hard cock through half-closed eyelids, and a deep satisfaction pooled in your gut. You smiled and got comfy on the mattress. You had done that.

You took him all in, determined not to forget a single detail of his naked form. His long, sinewy legs stretched for miles; the body hair on them increased from relatively bare ankles with a few white curls up to fuzzy thighs that still held some of his younger chestnut tones. His arms appeared similar, strong and muscled from a life playing guitar, but perfectly matched to his lithe body. His chest and shoulders had a gorgeous spattering of hair. Your eye caught on the ridge of his clavicles and trailed down his ribbed sternum between soft pink nipples. Tummy turned to flared hips, so rare on a man but perfectly suited to Brian’s unique brand of masculinity. His slim thighs and wide-set hips framed the prize between them beautifully. His tip was red and weeping; his scrotum hung heavy. Seeing his big, hard cock, you opened your legs for him, still boneless from your first orgasm.

Brian chuckled at your eager position. “Don’t be impatient darling. There’s plenty of time for that.” His grin would always make your heart flutter. The bed dipped where his knees made contact as he crawled his large body towards yours. “C’mere babygirl...” he mumbled. He gathered your tired limbs within his, settling down beside you on the mattress.

You cuddled against him: your nose instinctively nuzzling against his soft neck. Both sets of hands caressed the other’s body gently. He let you relax fully, drawing your body within the safety of his. You were enveloped in his scent and his care. He was everything. Soon, even the looming fear of the end had faded. It was just Brian. And with him, you were nothing but a vessel of pleasure.

He drew patterns along your curves and let you play with his hair. Absentmindedly, you wrapped soft curls around your fingers, mesmerized by the way they’d spring back into shape. Brian laughed when you tried to run your hands through the sides of his scalp, getting snagged almost immediately instead. He didn’t acknowledge your mumbled apology, instead squeezing you tighter against him.

Your feet slid in between his, rubbing softly. Every inch of his skin was warm. The only cool sensation was when his lips would leave your body shining, wet for the air to tickle. You sighed into each movement, encouraging more. After countless desperate encounters and lustful couplings night after night on tour - where the deeper meaning had always been hidden beneath – now, your love was demonstrated and enjoyed without pretense.

You were lost in the fuzzy bliss of gentle submission, content to drift along as your post-orgasm haze faded into recurrent need.

There was no rush, but slowly you found yourself grinding your core against his. Your mons met his still-hard cock naturally, without conscious decision. The ache between your legs had returned, and you raised your hips on Brian’s unspoken command, shifting with the gentle lift of his hands.

You fit together perfectly, your leg draping over his to give access to pleasure. Slowly, carefully, Brian murmured praises as he fit his firm length within you. Inch by inch, with every breath he would push deeper, spreading your channel around his thickness. You were fully prepared from the magic of his mouth, but the size was always all-consuming. You closed your eyes and let him take you.

The only thought in your mind was that of Brian’s cock, stretching you beyond reality. You moaned, you arched, inner muscles fluttering to pull him deeper despite the effort. You could feel him trembling within you, breathing deeply as he resisted the urge to bury himself immediately. He reached the firm base of your cervix easily, hissing when the tender head of his cock made contact. You were so tight around him. With a final, relieving snap of his hips, Brian bottomed out within you. He filled every possible inch, pressing past comfort into the space only he could reach, with his balls tight against your opening and his cockhead stretching you deeper to accommodate him.

It was perfect, complete fullness, and your body spasmed around his, hugging every ridge of his shaft. You threw back your head, whining with bliss for the man beside you. “Brian!”
Brian responded with his own growl. You could feel the hot breath from his nostrils on your forehead. He placed a kiss, taking a moment to settle within you. “Yes sweetheart?”

”YESsss.”

Perhaps it wasn’t the response he was expecting, but your emphatic approval of his manhood drew another rugged chuckle from Brian’s chest.

You finally opened your eyes, and were met with his bright hazel ones in return. Smile lines crinkled on either side of them. There was only one thing you could say.

“I love you.”

Brian smiled. The freckle on his lower lip flashed into view. “I love you too.”

Your eyes traced the movements of his lips as he said it. Then you leaned in to find them with yours once more. The kiss was deep and gentle. His soul poured into yours, and you held it close, keeping a part of it safe with you forever. You felt the unshed tears, the unsaid words. You sighed against his lips and rolled your hips as you pulled away.

“I will always love you.”

Brian seemed to stare into your eyes for eternity, all consuming in his attention, but you knew it could only have been for a moment. You shook with the power of it. The power of him.

“…I know.” He said, still meeting your eyes for their naked truth. “Me too.”

A single tear fell from his shining eye, leaving a slow trail down his cheek until it met the pillow. Neither of you mentioned it. That, too, would be unsaid.

The lovemaking was slow and sensual. Brian started shallow movements to feel himself within you, pulling out only slightly before filling you again. You rocked together on the bed, still cuddling and enjoying each other’s bodies in a relaxed state: connected in the most primal way a man and woman could be.

Brian thanked you without the need for words. Every tender movement of his body within yours was appreciation in itself. You felt his adoration. His reverence.

You both wanted to draw it out, unable to even consider the end.

Murmuring sweet praises, Brian brought you to orgasm once more at this leisurely pace. His deft fingers played your clit. It took almost nothing – the stretch of his big cock had your muscles so tight, your nerves so primed, that a few circles with his thumb sent you shuddering.

You let your body submit to his control, simply enjoying the waves of pleasure as you clenched around him. You could hear him hiss, gritting his teeth against the sensations of your body, trying not to end it all too soon. This was what you loved, giving yourself for his pleasure. He enjoyed your climax just as much as you did.

It was always your pleasure to please him.

“Good girl…” he sighed, calming you once more from your high with soothing caresses. His hands danced along your skin. “Never forget that you’re perfect.

You only felt perfect with him. Especially, as he grabbed your body so easily. He moved you beneath him, your legs spread wide around his hips, and immediately filled you back up.

“Unnnggh…” you groaned, sensitive from the size of him within you so quickly again. You loved it. You wrapped your heels around his back and pulled him deeper inside you.

This was probably your favourite position: where you could see your lover. Watch the pleasure on his face as he explored your body. Feel the weight of him moving above you. The power of his strong arms. The size of him pinning your down, but every touch safe. It made you shiver to know that, after everything you’d done together - all the thrills and the fantasy – this was what Brian wanted from you most of all.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to fill you one last time, and he wanted you to watch him do it.

You braced your head back against the pillow, looking up to see his white curls bracket your vision. He was everything.

“Please Bri… I need you.” You could already feel the cry in your voice. The pulse of your sex. “I need feel you. I need to remember.”

Brian thrust deep inside you without pulling out, just grinding your pelvis into the mattress beneath him. You moaned. It was bliss to be this full.

Your words shook with raw emotion. You knew the tears would follow, but for now, there was only overwhelming love. “I’m yours, forever.”

Your voice and your pain drew Brian towards the edge; there was no turning back. It was the final act, and you both knew it. Beautiful. Inevitable.

Brian trembled above you. He groaned and brought his hands behind your neck in sweet embrace. He cradled your body beneath his. “My perfect girl. God… I’m so sorry.” You could feel his tears now too. They fell hot on your face as he plunged his cock deep into your channel. It was an aching mix of pleasure and pain. Your heart broke. Your sex throbbed.

Your cunt took his thrusts eagerly, clenching around his shaft within you, desperate to keep him there just a little longer. You felt him hit the pleasure spot inside you. It wouldn’t ever be this good again. You found yourself, for just a moment, staring at the place your bodies connected. Catching a glimpse beneath his belly. You memorized the filthy stretch of your opening around his cock. The slap of his balls against your skin. You watched the long length of him disappear within you again and again. Watched your womb bounce with his plundering. Never again. You were ruined.

Brian cupped the back of your scalp with his big hand. He continued his slow, deep pace. He loved you as he fucked you. “Look at me, Y/N. Please.” He was breathless and gravelly. You looked up to meet his gaze.

Brian’s eyes watered to match yours: the brilliant hazel colour murky behind tears waiting to be shed. He was gorgeous. He was crying. “I won’t last much longer. I want to see you. I want you…” he let out a shuddering breath, filling you to the brim once more “…to see me.”

That’s all either of you ever wanted. To be seen. Accepted. Loved for the faults and the strengths. Because, whatever the world thought, the sordid affair… the improper desires, between the two of you, it was perfection. It was right.

“I do see you, Bri. I love you.”

He placed his forehead against yours, finally laid bare to match your pain. “I fucking love you too.”

Brian’s thrusts accelerated. They became sporadic, desperate. You knew his body so well by now… you knew you didn’t have long left with him. Each movement knocked your heads together slightly, but neither pulled away. It was worth discomfort to stay close.

One of Brian’s hands remained holding your neck, keeping your safe against him. The other found its way to your clit for the last time. “Come for me baby.” He rubbed your swollen bud, needing desperately to give you more pleasure even as he lost control. “Come one last time on my cock so you never, ever forget who you belong to.”

The absolute needy crack in his voice was what finally did it. You came, shattering into a million pieces around him. You body flailed; your sex clenched. You were helpless, lost in the biggest wave of ecstasy you’d ever felt. You sobbed.

All you were still aware of, was the strong safety of Brian’s arms still around you. You couldn’t control your voice. “Please, please!”, you begged, willing him to fill you. To STAY with you, as you convulsed around him. “Please Bri!”

Brian growled, moaning through his own tears as he finally came. It was a final, raw, masculine sound, like it was pulled directly from his soul. Your insides were flooded by the warmth of his release. Your femininity welcoming his effort, his pain. You took it all, crying and coming. You held onto him with all your strength as your bodies shook together in ecstasy.

You were so full. It was too much, and yet with every spurt of Brian’s pleasure he seemed to fill you deeper, pressing with his hips. Your legs locked together, pulling him ever tighter. You felt him deep within you, claiming you to your very core. You both knew the painful truth, even if it was too sore to admit. Despite his decision, you would be Brian’s forever.

Slowly, achingly, your breaths slowed. The orgasmic buzzing in your ears quieted, leaving only the sound of sobbing. The consuming, fiery passion was over, no longer able to cover the sadness. You were left with nothing but the ache in your heart and the cooling remains of Brian’s last pleasure in your womb.

You dared not move. There was no energy left. All you could do was cling to him, and cry together in your shared misery. You couldn’t tell which tears were yours anymore. You had an aching, gaping hole in your chest. It was like you couldn’t breathe.

“I do love you Y/N… truly.” Brian’s rough tenor was the first to be heard amongst the sobs. “I’m so sorry it had to end this way.”

Your face screwed up tighter. You knew it ALWAYS had to be like this. You knew he’d never choose you in the end. He couldn’t. It was time to come true on your final promise: to be good for him. To give him what he needed.

“I love you too Bri.”

He kissed you, and you let him. You let him taste you one last time, savour the soft submission of your lips. Your breathy moans. Your tongues danced a final waltz, tracing every crevasse. You hoped you’d never forget the taste, salty with tears.

You stayed pinned beneath him until your legs went numb, still locked around his waist. He took his time memorizing your lips until you were cold and sticky with sweat. It was a small satisfaction to make Brian be the one to move first: to sit up, prying your frozen limbs off him gently.

You loved him. You understood his decision. That didn’t mean you liked it. Despite everything, you still liked HIM. The warm feeling in your chest persisted through the drying tears. You hoped that that warmth, that love, was the feeling you’d remember when you looked back on all this madness.

Slowly, Brian pulled himself away from you. His soft cock slid out of your channel heavily, almost thudding against his thighs. A thin stream of cold semen dripped from your body and mixed with the evidence of your own wet pleasure. The loss of him was immediate. You hissed, tinged with dull pain. You felt empty.

Still, you couldn’t help but smile at the look of concern on Brian’s face. You were so devastated that your mind felt disconnected from your emotions.

“I didn’t mean to get… rough… tonight.” He stammered, sheepish. Afraid he’d been selfish in his act of giving. “I wanted to… make love.” He was self-conscious of his cheesy phrasing.

You pressed a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose. “Don’t worry Bri. You did.”

Brian’s love was always a little difficult. You wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

You looked at each other, searching, always, for the sparkle in the eyes. It was a little harder to find beneath the tear stains and flushed cheeks - the snotty noses – but it was there nonetheless. His beautiful features radiated love and sorrow. His fuzzy brows furrowed slightly. The creases along his nose and mouth deepened. You’d miss that perfect face.

“It was a wonderful last night, Bri. Thank you,” you said. “For everything.” Your voice had only a small waver; there was no emotion left to give.

“Thank YOU, Y/N.” He answered back like you knew he would.

You shared a final, soulful embrace in body and mind. He was hard and soft and perfect. His fingers drummed along your skin. The touch lingered. The feeling lingered.

Remember me well.

…

For once, the clean up after sex was awkward. The sense of finality impeded your usual playful banter. You found yourself searching the room with your gaze, trying to distract yourself from watching him wash away the evidence of your coupling for the last time. For some reason, you thought it would break the current stranglehold on your emotions.

You were numb, almost dissociating from what was happening around you. As if thinking at all hurt too much.

Your eyes found the little black and gold collar in the corner of the room, lying on the chair where you’d placed it before your shower. The words left your head before you processed them.

“Do you want that back?”

Brian looked startled, wary of your strange, sudden question. He followed the direction of your pointed finger, and his eyes widened.

“GOD no!” He shook his hands, as if revolted by the suggestion. “It’s yours Y/N. No one else could ever…” His words drifted off, and you knew he was fighting another sob as his eyes found the floor. “Just please, keep it.”

He shook his head and finished wrapping a towel around his waist, walking back over to sit next to you on the bed. He sniffed, cupping your cheek in his big, warm palm. He rubbed his thumb across your skin.

“In fact, I have something else for you.”

As quickly as he’d come, he left again, over to the pile of his clothes. You watched as he pulled a small, black case from his trouser pocket. There was a shy smile on his face when he wandered back over to you.

You bounced slightly when he re-took his seat.

“It’s a little something I found a few days ago,” he explained, as if it were nothing, yet he held towards you a jewellery case that looked like its contents cost a fortune. His eyes were hopeful. “Perhaps I’m a sentimental old fool, but… something to remember me by?” He deposited the present in your hands.

Why did he have to break your heart repeatedly? You felt tears rising again in the back of your throat, but you held strong, even though your hands shook slightly opening the box.
Inside, there were two beautiful gold chains: one soft and delicate, the other thick, and longer than its partner. Each chain had the same pendant held in the velvet casing. It was of a shooting star, with a dark red gemstone glittering in the centre and a shimmering tail of brilliant pure gold that connected it to the chain. You couldn’t take your eyes off them. Burning bright for their brief existence.

“I thought we could match. So… we’ll always have a piece of each other.” Brian was immediately explaining his gift, nervous and spluttering softly. “The girl in the shop said garnets symbolized trust, loyalty and… passion.”

He trailed off, embarrassedly rubbing the back of his neck. He probably thought he’d overstepped. Gone too far. Made a mess of the firm goodbye he’d set previously. “I hope you like it?”

YOU were fighting back tears. He cared this much… to remember… you.

“Oh Bri… I love it.”

His head snapped up from the floor, and he smiled. The biggest, soppiest grin you’d ever seen. Those beautiful, sparking hazel eyes penetrated right to your soul – to be locked there forever.

…

The final performance of Queen and Adam Lambert’s Rhapsody Tour was in Charlotte, North Carolina. You watched from side-facing seats reserved for the tour crew. You had plane tickets pre-arranged for your flight back to your home in Dallas tomorrow. Jenna was going to pick you up.

It was a brilliant performance, but you could tell that Brian, Roger and Adam were all exhausted from many long weeks on the road. Perhaps it wasn’t the explosive ending to the tour they’d all wanted. There was a certain cloud shrouding the stage. Brian, especially, seemed off – like he’d been in Atlanta. He was missing that bright spark: missing the extra flourish.

It was probably a good thing. Your broken heart could only take so much. The numbness followed you everywhere. You couldn’t even focus on the show. It was the last time you’d see his tall frame strutting the stage. The final minutes to see the glorious white curls bounce atop his head. Hear his smooth tenor. Watch him smile. You’d never again feel his soft touch or his sweet embrace. Instead of enjoying the concert, you thought of nothing but loss and finality. You weren’t there to take his poignant adrenaline after a performance. You’d never get to comfort him against your chest. You couldn’t tell him you loved him. All of him.

You hated that he wasn’t his usual shining self. That was the worst thing. After everything, your biggest concern was still Brian. It hurt you to see him anything less than joyous, belting out his songs to thousands of fans.

When they all took the final bow at the end of the show, after a riotous encore and standing ovation, the camera zoomed in once more on Brian. He dipped low to thank the crowd, and three golden necklaces caught the light. His Native American chief head, his Japanese characters… and the longest chain, new to the set: a blinding gold and red star.

His eyes seemed to search for something amongst the rows of cheering fans. Something he never found. Eventually, he left, clutching Red to his chest and shaking his head.

Your world went dark.

Chapter 158: Moving On

Notes:

Hello all!!
Hope there are some people still here reading the final chapters of my fic!
I've added one more to the chapter count because this one was getting too long to fit it all together.

Please let me know what you think!! I really look forward to your comments as this fic comes to a close, and I've enjoyed sharing my writing with you over these more than FIVE YEARS!! Crazy!
xxDBM

Another wretched morning woke you from the darkness. Your first thought was anger. Anger at the light peeking through your curtains. You found that, throughout these last few weeks, it was easier to be asleep. When you were asleep, there was nothing to worry about. Morning brought nothing but stress and sadness.

You could feel the frown on your face as you buried your head under the pillow again. A few moments of tossing and turning would eventually lead to nothing, and then the inevitable ache in your chest made itself known. Since the tour ended – since Brian left – you’d felt sick and twisted inside. Like nothing was right and your guts were tearing at your skin from the centre. Your hands clawed against your torso as tears pricked your eyes. It was the turmoil of emptiness that you’d come to know these last few weeks… since the light in your life was extinguished.

Suddenly, the discomfort was all too much, and your stomach protested violently. You shot up from bed, head spinning, and rushed down the hall before vomiting in the toilet. Limbs askew on the floor, your body purged your meager meal from last night. A few more tears joined the mess in the bowl before you were finished, but you flushed them down too without another thought, a scowl cemented across your features. You hoped this wouldn’t be part of the new routine as well, if only for the fact that it was yet another pain to deal with.

Trembling, you pushed yourself up off the toilet seat to stand once more. There was nothing else to do but fight through it: to trample down the nagging hurt you felt inside until, maybe one day, it wouldn’t bother you so much. You brushed your teeth and fixed your teary eyes I the mirror. You straightened the deep red gemstone around your neck, thumbing the gold chain it was attached to. You put on a brave face. It wouldn’t do to burden your family even more than you already had.

You were currently staying at your parents’ place, after they’d received a worried phone call from Jenna. Apparently, she didn’t think you were eating enough on your own. You could admit to yourself that she was probably right. Nothing sat well in your stomach these days. Furthermore, you knew your apartment was in a bit of a state of disarray, and no matter how many times Jenna offered to help clean it, you couldn’t take her up on it. She was probably giving it a deep scrub right now, while your parents kept a watchful eye.

It was infantilizing. Humiliating. But… caring and wonderful. You couldn’t bring yourself to be cross. You knew it was in your best interest. This was a bump in the road. You would find your purpose again eventually. You had to. Your studies were slipping and you only had so much left in your bank account.

Forcing yourself, you practiced a smile once again in the mirror, and slunk out of the bathroom.

“Good morning Y/N!” Your mother greeted you when you entered the kitchen. You didn’t know what time it was, but your father didn’t appear to be awake yet, so she was probably shocked you were out of bed.

“Good morning,” you answered, rubbing your eyes. “I think I might be ill.” Mentally, it was one thing, but this nausea was new and unwelcome.

Your mom looked sympathetic. “Poor dear. Would you like some breakfast?”

The thought turned your stomach again, so you shook your head. “Just coffee.”

“It’s not good to skip so many meals Y/N,” she scolded, yet still poured you some caffeine with love. “Maybe if you gave your stomach something to digest it wouldn’t want to throw up.”

You glanced at her face, grimacing. “You heard that?”

“Did I notice my only daughter puking her guts up down the hall? No. You’re very sneaky.”

Despite yourself, her sarcasm brought a chuckle. “Point taken. I’ll try to eat.”

…

The nausea persisted, accompanied by the gaping black hole in your chest. There was nothing that seemed to improve your mood. Your parents tried, and you, in turn, tried to reassure them. It was a constant struggle. They couldn’t help with what they didn’t understand, and you guarded Brian’s secrets as close as you guarded your battered heart.

Jenna visited often, bringing her characteristic bubbly cheer. She walked through the door again today, receiving a friendly wave from your mother, and they shared a look of concern that you pretended not to notice.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi.”

She stared at you, mouth turning down when you didn’t offer any further conversation.

“Cat got your tongue?”

You shrugged, trying to find motivation not to be rude. “I’m sorry. I don’t know… I feel sick.”

Jenna’s eyebrows rose, wrinkling her pretty brow. “Really? Still?”

You nodded, hating being so burdensome. Hating the sets of eyes looking your way.

Jenna sighed, pulling you into one of her big hugs. You’d received so many lately, but they always made you feel better: small, safe, and loved. Your mind flashed to Brian again: how his hugs let you forget the rest of the world. Your jaw clenched.

“Can I talk to you in your room?” Jenna asked, eyes motioning to the busy form of your mother, still in the kitchen.

Your head nodded again, and she smiled as she led you there. When you reached the room, you sat on your mattress next to your best friend. The soft surface made you sink towards each other until your shoulders touched. It was a small, pleasant comfort.

Jenna started talking: innocuous, simple things that you couldn’t pay much attention to. You nodded along, until her tone shifted, and the sharper words came into focus.

“You’re thinking about him too much Y/N. You’ve got to find something else to focus on. A new hobby… or relationship.”

That word left a sour taste in your throat. You screwed up your face and shook your head.

“Well, then,” Jenna continued, straining at positivity, “come back to the DCC! You could use the money, and we could use your experience right now.”

The idea seemed great for a moment, building rare hope within your chest as you looked up at your friend, but your mind supplied the ruin a moment later, and you sighed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Everyone there knows. They’ll ask me about it. They’ll ask me about him… and I’d be too nervous to accidentally give something away.”

Jenna searched your face for a moment, and then rolled her eyes, clearly fed up with your excuses. Even her patience had its limits. “Like you should even care about that now.”

You rubbed your necklace again, stroking it between your index finger and thumb. “I do care. I’ll always care.” A painful cry threatened to make itself known at the back of your throat.

“Have you talked to him about it?”

You shook your head again, bringing your chin down towards your chest in a long, soft sigh. “I haven’t… reached out. I respect his decision.”

These, the words you’d been telling yourself every day for weeks. He chose his wife and family over you. It was the right choice. It just had ruined your life in the crossfire.

Jenna, that wonderful friend you didn’t deserve, put her arm around you and squeezed softly. “So you just sit here – broken and sad.”

The tears that had formed in your eyes finally started to spill over. It was too hard voicing the situation, and her pity peeled apart your carefully build cocoon of control.

“I’m not trying to be… broken…” You sobbed. “But I AM!! I’m trying so hard to move on with my fucking life but I just… can’t... for some reason.”

Jenna let you cry into her shoulder, wetting her shirt with snot and salty tears. She hugged you; she petted your back; she smoothed your hair.

“You’ll get through this Y/N. I promise.”

You buried your face against her warm chest, praying she was right.

…

A few days later, you were hit by even more bad news. Still nauseous from the despair in your stomach, one fucking post on your social media brought a return batch of half-digested cheerios up into your throat. An article from Florida Publishing, written by a certain Elora Stewart, had taken the Queen fandom by storm. You wanted to die.

That bitch. Either she’d asked for more money, and Brian refused to pay, or she just went ahead and ruined his life anyways. Your hands were shaking enough you would have dropped your phone if it hadn’t been clenched so tightly in your fingers.

The article showed photos of you and Brian walking into the afterparty in Florida. He was holding your hand, guiding his nervous, wide-eyed girl into the building. Your beautiful angel dress was on full display with its open back and glimmering golden fabric. The photos were certainly suspicious, but they weren’t damning. You knew that bit was to come further down the page. Every sentence you read worsened your dread.

“Brian May, 72, appears to be a little more than friendly with his new 23-year-old physiotherapist, Y/N Y/L/N. The two were seen arriving at Queen’s New Orleans celebration together, seemingly unable to keep their hands off one another. Despite the guitarist’s near 20-year marriage with actress Anita Dobson, 70, his hands strayed even further than that. An astute employee of this publication was able to snap this revealing photo during the evening: with the couple getting frisky behind private barriers. What can we say? It seems like Fat Bottomed Girls still make Brian’s world go round. Poor Anita: I wonder what Angie would do?”

Below the shameless pun, reference and inuendo-filled disaster of a written paragraph, sat the photo Elora had threatened you with weeks before. Brian was caught red-handed, with those very hands splayed wide and firm across your bottom. You would recognize his long, sinuous fingers anywhere, and in this case, unfortunately, the rest of the world would too, as his sleeves and trousers matched the earlier photo. Likewise, your unmistakable dress was bunched up just as you’d remembered, and the only thing separating your bare skin from his large palms was a lacy black thong.

Just as you’d feared, it would be extremely difficult to deny you or Brian were in the incriminating photo, especially when paired with the previous evidence of your outfits. Upon finishing the article, you realized you were hyperventilating, but still you couldn’t find any air to breathe. It was your worst fear come to life: your presence ignited judgement and mockery in Brian’s life. You’d ruined everything.

Shocked and defeated, you turned off the Instagram notifications that were already starting to overload your screen. Blood was rushing in your ears; your vision blurred. You couldn’t think of what to do. There was nothing you COULD do.

You slumped against the wall and prayed that the article wouldn’t spread much further than the Queen communities you frequented. Brian wasn’t THAT famous, right? Your entire body was numb with fear; you didn’t think you could bear seeing your name in the gossip magazines.

FUCK.

…

Unfortunately, over the following hours and days the “story” was indeed picked up by many of the tabloids. Most of the British celebrity magazines especially seemed interested in painting the relationship you remembered as loving in the worst light possible: you were a gold-digging whore who slept her way to a job, and he was a delusional, sex-addicted old man chasing his past.

You wondered how Brian felt about it all, or if he’d even seen it yet. His previous reactions to photos of the two of you and his general blasé attitude towards secrecy had always confused you. Part of you had always wondered if he wanted to get caught. Your mind flashed back to the brief, sharp barbs Anita had hurled at Brian when she caught you in his lap. She seemed frustrated with his self-sabotage as well, but it certainly wasn’t your position to get involved. All you could do was respect his decision. That was why, despite everything going on, you still hadn’t reached out to Brian. If he wanted to discuss anything, you would let him be the one to call.

You tried to pretend the fact that he hadn’t wasn’t a constant knife-pain in your chest.

At least Jenna tried to be supportive through it all. She was the first to contact you after the news broke, sending messages about how it didn’t matter, how people would love you anyways. You weren’t so sure. The one person who did love you wasn’t allowed to. Because his love was apparently wrong.

You’d already received messages from your other friends from school and cheerleading, well-meaning in their intent you supposed, but the little joking barbs were starting to get under your skin.

“Wow Y/N… I didn’t know you had it in you!”

“I wondered WHAT u were doing without us but I never considered WHO !! XD”

Barf.

It wasn’t a joke to you; it was the most genuine, loving relationship of your life. You hated what your time with Brian had been reduced to. You still pined for him every day, despite your best efforts. You just wished people would mind their own fucking business.

The only thing worse than the reaction of your friends, you soon found out, was that of your family. The article appeared to have trickled its way through your mom’s contacts until it reached her. You knew as soon as she approached you in that tone of voice. And then your heart stopped.

“Y/N… I need to talk to you for a moment.”

You could feel your eyes bugging out of your head as you focused your stare at the floor. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You weren’t even able to look her in the eye. There was nothing you regretted about your choices, and you would never be embarrassed by Brian, but his world didn’t mix with yours. At all. I was just one of many things that kept you apart.

“Why?” Your voice came out a squeak.

“Janet sent me something on Facebook this morning… about you.”

Perhaps it was a supreme level of deflection, but, somewhat humorously, all you could think at that moment was ‘FUCKING Janet’, about the kind lady from your mother’s church. You said nothing.

Your mom just sighed. “I know you’ve been struggling since you got home.” There was an awkward, pregnant pause before she continued, “And I’ve had my suspicions… but, please dear, remember you can talk to me about anything.”

Tears were threatening to spill, and you still couldn’t tear your eyes from the floor. “I know.” It wasn’t your secret to give away. Even teetering on the brink like this, you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words that she and everyone already knew.

She walked closer; you could hear the shuffling of her slippers on the linoleum. Carefully, she sat beside you and put a tentative hand on your back.

“Did h-he… did he hurt you?”

Those were the words that set you in motion: wide eyes sprung off the floor, head shook back and forth, your tongue tripped over itself trying to speak as fast as possible. “GOD NO!!! No!”

You turned to your mother, for the first time seeing her concerned face. You tried to suppress the irrational anger bubbling in your chest. You weren’t sure you succeeded.

“He did NOT hurt me. He would never.”

Her eyes fixed yours in a long stare. You saw care swirling in her eyes – the same colour as your own – but there was also frustration.

“You’re hurting NOW, Y/N.”

Immaturely, you tensed your shoulders and turned away from her once more. “That’s different.” Discomfort was sharp in your gut.

She sighed again, and you knew that she was struggling to broach the topic you didn’t want to hear. You knew it was because she cared, but you also knew she’d never accept your choices.

“I know you’ve always admired him. Sometimes it’s hard to tell when you’re being taken advantage of.” She spoke lightly, and to you it felt condescending. “Sometimes… the gifts and the complements can obscure the bad things. They can make you feel indebted… like you owe—"

You cut her off. “There was nothing wrong with the way he treated me, or anyone else for that matter.”

“He was your employer.”

You rolled your eyes. “That was just so I had a reason to stay.”

“It doesn’t matter. He was in a position of power over you and it shouldn’t have happened. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

You scoffed. “I’m not.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your heart pounded a mile a minute. “Those were the best weeks of my life.”

Her tone turned even more disappointed. “Darling… he’s married.”

“I know he’s FUCKING married! That’s why I’m here, sobbing every day like a useless piece of shit and listening to your lectures even though I’m a grown adult!!” You’d reached your breaking point, seething with rage not only at your mother, but at the world. “The only reason I’m hurting, is because I love him… and we can’t be together because of people like YOU!”

Slowly, clarity reformed after your outburst. You could feel the hot streaks of tears down your cheeks, and taste the bitterness in your mouth. The buzzing in your ears warned of the splitting headache you knew would come later. You looked at your mother: at her shocked face and open mouth. You saw her tears too.

Suddenly, you became aware of how you’d lashed out, and a deep regret joined the frustration in your stomach. You took a series of calming breaths. The current situation was upsetting and unfair, but you would never find common ground through yelling at the family you loved. Your features slowly arranged into an apologetic grimace, and you were the first to reach out so she could place her hand in yours. It was all such a mess.

“Mom… I love you, and I love Dad. I’m sorry I’ve made things difficult. And I know it’s hard for you to accept, but I CHOSE this. Please don’t blame him. Please.” You looked into her face and begged her to see the truth. “I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions, no matter if you agree with them or not.”

Despite everything, you could see a small smile struggle to appear between your mother’s lips. She squeezed your hand between her fingers. It was a poignant sadness she shared, covered in misunderstanding and laced with love.

“I know you’re all grown up… but you’re still my baby.”

You didn’t know what else to say. The wetness in her eyes made you emotional in a whole different way, full of appreciation for your family and for the past. It was so difficult to connect the person you felt you were now with your memories of a simple home life. It pained you to say it, but it didn’t feel like enough anymore. This didn’t feel like enough. You had indeed grown up, and a part of you grieved it.

For what felt like the hundredth time in the last few days, you fought the raw pain in your throat, and rasped out the only words that felt right. “I know.”

…

You retreated to hide in your room, curled up under your blanket with the privacy to cry out all the emotions of the day. You didn’t know how much time had passed, but it was there, as you lay in the fetal position, that Jenna arrived with a knock on your door.

The sound startled you, and you jolted from your covers to discover her closed smile entering the room. You met her expression with a blank stare, and Jenna was compelled to offer an explanation for her presence.

“Your mom called me.”

You nodded in understanding, still ashamed of your earlier actions. “Yeah. Her friend sent her the article.”

Jenna shared a sympathetic sigh. “Shitty.”

You wiped the tears that remained in your eyes. That didn’t even begin to describe it. “Everything about the last few weeks has been… shitty.”

“I know babes… but this particularly so.”

She found her usual spot on the mattress next to you. It seemed to be becoming a habit that Jenna consoled you in your room. Her hand petted your back in soothing strokes. Your apparent uselessness and burden brought the sting once again to your throat. You didn’t deserve a friend like her. Nevertheless, you leaned into the embrace.

“God…” you sniffed, turning to Jenna, “I’m a mess. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep… I’m throwing up my guts every morning. It’s like everything in my body feels wrong.”

The hand on your back stopped its movements suddenly.

“Did you say you’re throwing up?” Jenna asked. The worried tone in her voice was easy to pick up.

You nodded silently, trying to keep yourself together.

“When?”

“This morning. And the same for the last week or so.”

You friend pulled back abruptly. She grabbed your arms in her hands tightly, probably harder than she meant to, and shook your little body back and forth.

“Y/N… don’t tell me you’re an idiot.”

You knew she didn’t mean it, but the insult still hurt in your vulnerable state. You snorted, still snotty, and wiped your face with your hands before elbowing her in retaliation. “Fuck you.”

“I’m serious! It’s been what, a couple months since this all started? And now you have morning sickness. Please tell me you were taking birth control. I mean I know he’s fucking ancient but a lot of guys don’t like to get vasectomies as it’s—”

“I’m not fucking pregnant!!”

You interrupted her anxious babbling before it could get any worse. Of course you knew the symptoms of early pregnancy… you’d had friends with terrible first trimesters… but it truly hadn’t crossed your mind, especially with everything else in your life feeling so wrong at the same time.

Jenna finally let go of your arms. They were starting to hurt. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You looked into her eyes, pondering your answer a moment, and then frowned. “…Well… technically no. But I was on the pill.”

Jenna’s expression was more than self-explanatory. Her pressed lips and hard eyes bored into your soul.

“Fine,” you conceded. “I think I’m just sick and you’re overreacting, but I promise I’ll buy a test.”

Your friend was- thankfully- reassured by your vow, and the conversation moved on to other less inflammatory matters. You tried not to let what she’d said worry you.

…

The following morning you were even more hesitant to leave the safety of your room. Your mom had almost certainly informed your father of the events yesterday, and you could picture the look of disappointment and judgement on his face even now. You remained resolute that you weren’t ashamed of Brian, but there were certain secrets that parents should never be a part of. Pathetically, you procrastinated your morning routine by checking your phone.

Most of your social media messages were still turned off, but there was one blinking light denoting a new text message that must have been sent overnight. You cleared your blurry eyes, expecting a text from Jenna, but the letters that stabilized in front of you immediately made your heart race and your stomach drop.

On your screen sat a message from a phone contact you’d never expected to hear from again: two simple sentences that upended the life you thought you’d been left with. Your whole body shook with trepidation and relief all at once. You cried, and for the first time in weeks, it was with joy.

Daddy: 2:54 AM
I can’t do it Y/N. I miss you xX

Chapter 159: Embarrassing

Notes:

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Daddy: 2:54 AM
I can’t do it Y/N. I miss you xX

Electric sensations pulsed throughout your entire body, down to the ends of each finger and toe. It was as if the happiness – the relief - was too powerful to remain entirely emotional. Physically, you hummed with joy, vibrating around your room.

You couldn’t believe this man, Brian, the man of your dreams and the love of your life, would put the world aside to have you. Maybe he’d been just as distraught as you: aching in the reality of a monotonous life apart. You never wanted to feel like that again.

But… you were getting ahead of yourself. Though his words hinted at change, you didn’t know what they meant.

You held your garnet necklace in your hand the same way you had a hundred times since parting. Its stone absorbed the heat of your skin, comforting you in the place of whom it represented, a thousand miles away. You squeezed it a little tighter this time, filled once again with the dangerous necessity of hope.

You wiped your tears and rubbed your sore cheeks, forcing your shaking hands to form a reply on the phone screen. You still couldn’t believe it was real.

Y/N: 9:32 AM
I miss you too Bri!! SO MUCH xx

You couldn’t leave him waiting a moment longer, and sent the message immediately. Reading it back, you felt the urge to add more.

Y/N: 9:33 AM
I wanted to honour our decision and didn’t want to bother you, but I think about you every day. I’m so overjoyed to hear from you… I love you. I’m happy to talk about anything you want. My life hasn’t been the same – like a part of me is missing without you.

After a moment’s debate, you sent that message as well. It was sappy, emotional, poorly written, and more than a bit pathetic, but it was the truth, and, after all these weeks, you needed him to know it.

You sat, twitching with nervous energy for a few minutes, but no reply from Bri came in that time. Eventually, you decided that the text would never arrive if you kept staring at the screen. You placed your phone in your pocket, concealing your secret joy, and left your room to face the day. For the first time in a long while, you were looking forward to it. Finally, you were living again.

Your new mood must have been obvious when you arrived in the kitchen, because your mom flashed a rare smile your way. “Good morning?” The customary greeting was also a question.

Yes. For the first time in ages. “You could say that,” you answered. You didn’t elaborate why.

Her smile grew despite the ambiguity. “I’m glad honey… Feel like eating something proper for breakfast today?”

Through all the excitement and nervousness, you remained a little nauseous, but your stomach felt drastically improved compared to the previous few days. You nodded your head and thanked your mother, settling down for her cooking, while the back of your mind was reminded about your conversation with Jenna the day before. You must remember to grab a pregnancy test today… especially with Brian coming back so suddenly into your life.

Again, you shook your head, as if to clear those hopes from your stupid brain. You couldn’t… You WOULDN’T get ahead of yourself.

…

A response text from Bri didn’t come in the following hours either. By eleven o’clock you grew tired of waiting and anxious for news. You could only pace around your bedroom so many times before it drove you insane. Partly for an excuse to leave the house, and partly to distract yourself, you decided it was as good a time as any for a trip to Walgreens.

Being alone in your truck gave you a taste of the freedom that had been so absent from your life recently. The text from Brian had given you hope, and motivation to branch out of your parents’ home for the first time in weeks. Your stomach still gurgled with nervous energy constantly, and you knew it would until you received a reply. There were dozens of possibilities and situations you’d thought of to rationalise his delay: from the time difference, to Anita’s meddling, to frightening injuries you wished you’d never thought about. You trampled down your unruly thoughts once again, and pulled into the drug store parking lot.

Your phone buzzed the exact moment you were reaching for the rather ostentatious pink box of the pregnancy test, causing you to drop it in your already nervous state. Face flushed and heart racing, you quickly grabbed the container back up off the floor and shoved it in your basket before clambering to get your phone out of your pocket.

It was only Jenna.

Jenna: 11:54 AM
Did you test yet? I’m serious. Don’t fight me on this xx

Reading the message, you rolled your eyes, fuming at irony of the scare the text had given you. You messaged, confirming you were indeed in Walgreens right now, and explained the rather hilarious timing of her inquiry. Jenna was such a good friend to you. You quickly debated whether or not to tell her about Brian’s recent text, but decided against it. At least until you knew more about what he actually wanted.

Instead, you took your basket to the counter to pay. The store clerk gave you a small smile when she saw the contents of your purchase. It was a difficult subject to broach, but, perhaps your face called out for some support, because she offered a quiet word as she scanned the pregnancy test.

“I hope it all works out for you.”

You gave a quick smile back. “Thanks.” You grabbed the newly bagged item, awkwardly shoving it into your pocket. “I’m… I’m not sure what I want this to tell me.”

For a moment, the middle-aged cashier at Walgreens became wise beyond her appearance. You felt at once… comforted. Seen. “Sometimes that’s the hardest part.” She crinkled her eyes sympathetically, and the crow’s-feet that appeared reminded you, once again, of the man you loved. “No one’s ever sure. Whatever the universe gives, you’ll find you’re able to handle. Don’t worry.”

With her words echoing in your mind, you nodded and thanked her again. The walk back to your old pickup felt a little lighter, although nothing material had changed at all.

Once you sat in the driver’s seat, you called Jenna and asked her to meet you at your parent’s place. The thought of discovering the results of the test on your own was terrifying. You needed at least someone there whom you could tell. You also stopped for a quick bite of lunch. You thought the nausea that you’d been feeling the past mornings had improved since Brian texted you, but it was hard to tell over the butterflies that had been present ever since. There was nothing as exciting or as all-consuming as the thought of that man. He could so easily overturn your entire life: with one text, one decision. You were going to let him do it again. You wanted him to. The best part of your life had been being a part of his, and you were eager for more.

While you were driving home, your phone buzzed again. Just like every other time today, your heartrate spiked and your chest tightened. You tried to tell yourself that it was most likely just Jenna again, or your mother, but you couldn’t put it off – not if it could be Brian. You quickly pulled over to check, and when the name on the screen confirmed who it was, you weren’t sure if you were elated or scared. Perhaps, with your heart continuing to hammer against your ribs, it was a bit of both.

Daddy: 12:45 PM
Hello darling !!
I tried to surprise you at your flat this morning, but you weren’t there. I flew overnight just to see you in person – I haven’t felt the same without you either !
Your neighbour told me you’re staying somewhere else right now and gave me your new address. I’m on my way !! See you soon Babygirl xx

Your first instinct was to lock your phone screen and throw your head into your hands so that your cheeks squished beneath your bulging eyes. What was he thinking?!?!? Of all the scatter-brained, impulsive ideas… oh FUCK.

Now, you felt like you were going to throw up again. You knew from his perspective this ludicrous plan seemed romantic. You could imagine him proud of his grand gesture, about to sweep you off your feet once you welcomed him at the door. But this was, if anything, exactly proof of how different Brian’s world was from yours. You were sick to your core, beyond embarrassed at the thought of him arriving at your parents’ door. Of him even knowing that you were living with them, too sad and useless on your own after he’d left. You knew Brian was empathetic and personally aware of struggles with mental health, but there was a line that you didn’t want to cross with him, and that included anything that made your youth and inexperience as glaringly obvious as this. How could you be worthy of him, when you were nothing but a child?

You couldn’t let this happen.

Y/N: 12:46 PM
Please don’t come right now Bri. I can explain later – it’s too much right now! I can meet you at my old apartment in a few minutes.

Y/N: 12:46 PM
I REALLY do want to see you though. I love you so much. It’s just complicated here.

Not receiving an immediate text back, you called him as well. You couldn’t breathe beneath the stress of the moment. A few seconds later a busy signal was all that met your ears, and you resisted the urge to throw your phone against your window. What kind of rock star didn’t have call waiting?!?!

Almost unthinking, you tossed your phone aside and threw your truck into drive. Speed limits were no longer of any concern as you tried to make it back to your parents’ place before Brian arrived. You didn’t trust that he would look at his phone in time to change course, especially if he was talking to someone else right now. Your fight-or-flight response was in overdrive.

As you sped down the highway towards the suburbs, you weren’t able to process all the emotions flooding through your brain. You knew this fear of Brian meeting your parents was irrational. He knew you were close with them. Hell, he’d even TALKED with your mom on the phone once. You shuddered at your recollection of the awkward interaction. If Brian couldn’t recognize what was wrong with his flirtatious tone on that phone call, you sure as hell didn’t trust him alone with your parents in person.

He probably hadn’t thought about one of his girlfriend’s parents for fifty years… The thought probably never even crossed his mind. The image of a proper young Bri dressed in a suit and tie from the 1960s flooded your senses: him knocking on some door, flowers in hand, seeking approval from some father to take his daughter for the day. You snorted, locking your fear behind the absurd. ‘Tie Your Mother Down’ indeed. How different things were now.

Nearing the house, you noticed a sleek black car turning off a few streets ahead of you. It was the type of vehicle Brian usually hired – tinted windows and lots of leg room. You cursed as you got caught behind a red light as it drove out of view… and you weren’t proud of the way your foot slammed on the gas pedal once it turned green.

What a soap opera your life was turning out to be.

You arrived to your parents’ driveway frantically, just in time to see that same black car parked at the curb. The driver – of course there was a fucking driver here too – stepped out and opened the back door for Brian to exit.

Despite the anxiety, his form still made you breathless. He was gorgeous.

His curls bounced just as you remembered, naturally perfect. His tall, lithe body slowly unfolded from the car. He was still on the phone, looking rather frustrated and frazzled. A pang of sympathy shot through you, but it was quickly replaced by a new round of stress. How unfortunate, that during the first time you’d seen him in weeks, elation was overshadowed by fear.
You slammed the heavy door of your beat-up pickup closed on your own, running over to the two men before anything else happened. You overheard the last bits of Brian’s telephone conversation before he noticed you.

“I told you- I’m away. …No! If you needed to know I’d tell you.” His voice was raised slightly, hissing with venom despite not wanting to make a scene in front of his driver. “You can’t have it both ways.”
Brian stepped out of the way and allowed the other man to close the car door, and in doing so, his beautiful, stunning, limitless hazel eyes made contact with your own. It was as if the tension suddenly drained off his face. His cheekbones raised into a smile; his brows lifted from their furrow. The change was enough to send your heart aflutter despite the situation. He was yours.

“I’m very busy.” He told the phone. “I’ve got to go now… and I won’t be available – especially for THIS conversation.”

As soon as Brian hung up, he opened his arms, and you immediately forgot about everything other than running into his hug. The warmth, the smell - soap and a hint of spice. It was all Brian. It was everything you’d missed. He was soft, safe and wonderful.

“God… I’ve missed you.” Brian breathed in your essence too, and you felt him relax against you. You squeezed even tighter around his waist, burying your face against his torso and rubbing your hands along his back as he did the same to you.

“I missed you too.” You pressed a quick kiss to the front of his shirt where you could reach, not minding the material. Slowly, you tilted your head up to meet his eyes again. Brian’s fingers traced your jaw and cheek, as if confirming you were real.

“I love you,” he murmured, and it was the sweetest thing you’d heard.

You responded instinctively. “I love you too.” He was everything you ever wanted.

Slowly, surely, Brian’s fingers brought your chin upwards towards him. You saw him lean down to find your lips, and your eyes fluttered closed. Finally, after weeks of agony apart, you tasted him once more.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode. There was so much pressure in your chest. It hurt to love someone so much. Brian kissed your lips gently, taking his time and savouring the moment. You let him lead what felt like a frolicking, joyous kiss: reunited at last.

It was almost impossible to break apart, but you both needed to breathe. And you were standing in the front lawn in front of a random driver. Even Brian looked a little sheepish as he pulled away, wiping his lips.

He smiled wide, dashing as always. “Did you like my surprise?”

These were the words that finally reminded you of the mess about to take place, and you plan to avoid it. It was a little cold splash of reality dousing your moment together.

You couldn’t meet his eyes when you crushed his good, if somewhat oblivious, intentions. You hid your face in his chest again. “Of course. I’m SO happy to see you Bri. It’s just… I wasn’t expecting you see you… here.”

Brian picked up on the tone of your last word. “What’s wrong with here? It looks nice… and it’s so close that when the girl beside your flat told me where you were I didn’t think twice about it.”

“It’s my… friend’s house. And I haven’t told her about you. About us.”

Quick on your feet, it was the first thing that came to your mind.

You felt terrible telling him this: lying to him, even in this small way, because you were too embarrassed not to do so. You were stuck on this. It didn’t fit with your image of Brian – or especially with your image of you and him together. You didn’t want him to have any doubts, and the sight of you in your childhood bedroom would likely do just that. It wasn’t… right.

“I don’t care who knows anymore, Y/N. All of England knows.” Brian’s smile turned sideways. “Unless you’ve had second thoughts?”

“No, NO. Come on Bri, you know I love to be with you, and I couldn’t give a crap about the tabloids.” Your need to defend his insecurity outweighed even your self preservation. “I just don’t want it to be awkward. Especially because I haven’t seen you in so long.”

As you watched Brian’s eyes soften, reassured for now, the sound of more tires drew your attention back to the road. The driver had stepped aside at this point to give you and Brian space. You watched his head track towards the bright red car that you knew belonged to Jenna.

Right… you’d invited her here too.

Jenna stepped out of her vehicle with some trepidation. She looked shocked to see Brian, and unsure if her presence would complicate things further. You gave her a closed lipped smile, hoping to assure her that she was okay.

Brian, for his part, had a look of recognition on his features. He’d met Jenna many weeks ago back at your apartment, but you weren’t sure if he’d remember her name. You sighed inwardly, determined to get a handle on the situation as the world felt like it was about to implode around you.

“Seems like everybody’s arriving at once,” you stated. “Bri – do you remember Jenna?”

He smiled, sticking out his hand for a friendly shake as he answered you. “Yes of course… we met at your flat! How are you dear?”

Still skeptical throughout her approach, Jenna gently placed her hand in his. “I’m good… thanks. Didn’t expect to see you here…” She glanced in your direction, trying to find some answers on your face. You kept your tight smile, shaking your head almost imperceptibly. As far as Jenna was concerned, Brian had severely fucked up your life, and you knew she wasn’t pleased with him.

“I flew out to surprise Y/N.” Brian stated, still apparently unaware just how flustering his actions had been.

Thankfully, it also got you off the hook with Jenna, who shared another look with you. She couldn’t be mad at you for keeping her in the dark because you were blinded yourself. Slowly, she looked back at Brian. “I see.”

Bri was clearly starting to pick up the awkward feelings within the interaction, and pulled his hand back stiffly. It was so strange to see him standing on this street. Everyone turned to you for guidance as the conversation died. As if you had any idea how to proceed. All you knew, was that you were causing a scene, and that it had to be cut short before your parents looked at the commotion outside and saw—

Click.

Fuck, fuck… FUCK. You watched from across the lawn as the front door opened, and your mother stepped out. She surveyed the scene carefully, with the expression of someone who’d been watching through the window for some time. There was no longer surprise, just trepidation.

After a day like today… you knew the feeling.

“Hello everyone…” your mother called, eying each person in turn, “Y/N… Jenna.” Her face was tight, like it was difficult to maintain her tone of voice. “You must be Brian.” She nodded his direction. “Would y’all like to come in? Please.” Her voice didn’t offer much of an alternative, especially as she glanced warily in either direction down the street. “I don’t want to bother the neighbours.”

You tried to temper the flame of frustration that flared as soon as she mentioned the neighbours. You resented that you were anything to be embarrassed about. You weren’t. Brian WASN’T.

The first place you looked after her question, was your love. Brian’s eyes were as wide as saucers, staring at the woman he’d likely pinned as your mother. His lips clamped into a thin line. This, clearly, was not at all what he’d expected. He stood rigid for a moment to process it all. You felt horrible for putting him in this situation, even if it wasn’t remotely your fault. Your world and Brian’s had finally collided... and now it was him out of his depth.

The only way you knew to support him, was to take his hand and give a reassuring squeeze.

“Umm.. er… Hello!” Brian replied to your mother a few moments too late. He regained his composure so quickly it was admirable. “Thank you. We’ll be right in!”

Everything was stiff, difficult. Your whole body cringed. You wanted to curl up into a little ball and wake up tomorrow.

The driver, who’d crept further and further away from the rest of you, took this opportunity to leave. He told Brian he and the car would remain nearby for whenever he needed them.

Jenna walked ahead of you as well. She passed your position with a toothy grimace that addressed the awkwardness of the encounter. She joined your mother inside, giving you and Brian a moment alone to figure things out. As you watched her disappear, you knew you had to speak up. You turned to Brian, still holding his big hand, and… apologized. This was everything you never wanted.

“I’m sorry – I lied. Clearly… this’s my parents’ house.” Your eyes welled up with guilty tears, imploring him to forgive and understand. “I just wasn’t ready for…” your gaze trailed off towards your mother standing at the door, “…this. And I wasn’t sure if you were either.”

Brian nodded, rolling your hand in his as you slowly walked down the driveway together. “I’m not bothered by that Y/N. I’m… sad… that you didn’t feel comfortable telling me. This could have been so much better.”

The tears now threatened to spill, listening to his voice and seeing his frowning face. You mouthed another “I’m sorry” for him to receive visually, because the sound didn’t come out.

“Me too.” His tone was soft, but difficult to interpret otherwise. “We’ll talk about it later.”

He finally returned the squeeze of your hand, and led you, confidently, into your own home. This was one of the things you loved about Brian: his ability to take control of the situation and make things better. You dreaded what was to come, but you were immensely thankful to have him appear so strong beside you. Even if he felt just as overwhelmed on the inside.

…

“So… this is a surprise.”

After a tense introduction of names, your mom continued the stifled conversation from her position beside your father, sitting on the loveseat in the living room. They were holding hands in a way that mirrored you and Brian on the couch across the rug. You hadn’t let go of his hand since the lawn: fearing for some reason that, if you did, someone would take him away from you. You wouldn’t let that happen again.

Jenna, bless her, sat on a footstool pulled up to the coffee table, with her arms crossed and her back hunched, mumbling. “Fucking right it is.”

Your mother didn’t correct her language, belying how focused she was on the most pressing concern. There was a pregnant pause waiting for someone chime in on the passive aggressive comment made earlier. You felt like your ears were bleeding.

“Sorry – wires were crossed.” Brian’s beautiful, accented voice filled the silence eloquently, but you could tell he was under strain. “In my haste to get here I’m afraid I didn’t communicate very well. It’s nice to meet you both.”

When his greeting wasn’t returned immediately, you added your own apology. “It’s partly my fault too… but…” you turned to Brian, smiling, “I’m glad you’re here now.”

He returned your smile, and you knew the only reason he didn’t kiss you was the captive audience. “Me too.”

Jenna continued to glare daggers in Brian’s direction. She lobbed a pointed question. “Do you know the state she’s been in?” The severity of your mood the last weeks was heavily implied.

You shook your head, both at the ferocity of the question, and as your answer to it. “He didn’t know.” You looked into Brian’s luminous hazel eyes, and the care you saw there rushed through you. Your facial features arranged into one of apology and shy acceptance. You would have told him, had you felt it right.

“Oh darling…” he replied quietly, almost forgetting the rest of the room was there because he was so focused on you. He tucked a stray strand of hand behind your ear and cupped your cheek gently in his big hand. After giving you the acknowledgement you needed, he addressed Jenna’s original question. “No, I didn’t know. But perhaps I could have guessed, because I think that I was going through rather the same thing without her.”

You saw your mother’s eyes track the movements of Brian’s fingers, slightly softer than before.

“She’s a brilliant woman, your daughter,” Brian continued, “And I know what this looks like… but I truly love and care for her.”

A blush bloomed across your face and neck as you processed Brian’s words. It was always an incredible thing to hear praise from a man you admired so much. Loved so much.

The rough voice of your father sounded for the first time in the conversation. “I know. She IS brilliant. And she’s got her whole life ahead of her.” He gave Brian a pointed look. You knew, at the bottom of things, they both had your best interests in mind, but it hurt you to see them at odds.

“I’ve said the same thing,” Brian shrugged self-effacingly, and gave a little half smile your way, “over and over again. She deserves far better then some old daft rock star.”

At that, you swatted his chest gently. Brian wasn’t allowed to speak of himself like that. “Oh stop it,” you hushed his self-deprecation, and turned to address your parents. “We’re both happy; isn’t that enough?”

Your father didn’t seem to agree. He pressed his lips together; his jaw continued to clench and unclench rapidly. Frustratingly, he broke your pleading eye contact and looked back at Brian instead. It made you feel like your choice didn’t matter, and that your fate would be decided by the men in the room.

“Are you at least going to make an honest woman out of her?” Your father completely ignored your question and threw another accusation at your lover.

Brian’s eyes widened slightly. His face was always expressive, and it was a detriment in this circumstance only. Though his outer mask of confidence had held thus far, he wasn’t expecting that question specifically. He struggled to find the words. “Err… well…” You knew he wouldn’t be comfortable outright lying, and nothing he could say would be satisfactory. This was a step you knew he couldn’t pursue, and one you’d never asked for. You were content to have as much of Brian as you could get, but you knew that would be hard for others to accept.

Your mother whispered in your father’s direction as Brian tripped over his tongue, spitting slightly between her teeth. “He’s already married.” Clearly, your father didn’t yet have all the information.

“What!?!” He spat. “I thought we raised you better than that Y/N.”

Brian put his free hand in front of your chest, as if it could shield you from the verbal barbs. He defended you, as always, although your part in his infidelity continued to eat at your moral code. “It’s complicated. My wife and I are… estranged.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Yeah… now. His wife found it a bit strange that your torrid affair was splattered all over the press pages. You’d give Brian this white lie, in hopes the conversation would be easier with it.

You also didn’t really know what to say on this particular thread that wouldn’t be incriminating, so you kept your mouth closed.

Jenna just laughed – forced, from her chest. She started a different topic.

“That’s good… because I’ve read about you two online. I think the whole cheer squad’s probably read it by now.” She looked your way, and a blip of sympathy shone through her anger. “Sorry Y/N. I wanted to tell you earlier. The girls didn’t take very kindly to you choosing your sugar daddy over the team. Especially after you declined the invite back last week.”

It was a viscous stab, and it hurt, even if you knew it was motivated by fear for your sake. You sat up a little straighter, determined to hold your ground out of spite. “A bunch of fake friends then, it seems.” You stared at Jenna hard, showing that you included her within that at the moment. You wished she would believe you – but she thought you were irrational wherever Brian was concerned.
Perhaps you were. You didn’t care.

“Is it about the money Y/N??” your father continued, increasingly exasperated and throwing his hands in the air, “We can support you if you need it.”

Now, you did roll your eyes, bitter at the suggestion. “NO, it’s not about fucking money. You know how hard I’ve worked – performing with the DCC through school to pay the bills. I’m perfectly fine on my own.” Brian squeezed your hand, and you could tell he was proud of you. “I’m with Brian because he’s kind, and generous, and so damn smart. He supports me and my interests. We talk; we laugh. We enjoy each other’s company…”

You trailed off, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion for the man beside you, and tired of the conversation. If your parents couldn’t see what you saw in Brian, then there was no hope for things improving. You loved him so much that when you looked at him sitting beside you, you had to fight back tears. It was his beautiful face that gave you the courage to continue: to stand up for what made you happy.

“I wish this had happened in better circumstances. I wish it wasn’t so complicated. But… I love him, and I hope that you can be civil about it.” You met your father’s hard eyes, and your mother’s softer ones. “This is my choice. MY life. And it’s a much happier one when I’m with Brian.”

You looked again at the love of your life, hoping with all your heart that your words carried their truth. He blinked slowly, crinkling his eyes in a secret smile that soon spread to the rest of his face. There was a stray curl falling in front of his forehead, brilliantly white and tempting. You wanted to spend as much time as you could with Brian, in whatever way that was possible.

Your naive hope quickly turned to anger, for - despite your pleads - your father huffed his distain. He considered your choices laughable, and it stung. “I’m never going to give this my blessing Y/N. It’s crazy!!”

At least your mother had the decency to look disappointed, and not specifically at you. Something was tearing at her just as it did inside your own chest, but she didn’t speak up. And THAT was the last straw.

Your vision swam with red. You weren’t a child. You didn’t need anyone’s permission to live your life. You were here, and both you and Bri were trying to make the best out of a difficult situation. It hurt you to know that your family couldn’t be even a little understanding. They couldn’t even try.

“You know what Dad… I love you… but I wasn’t fucking asking.” The anger seethed in your voice as it clawed its way out of your throat.

You got off the couch and pulled Brian after you, hands still connected after all this time. It felt like he was the only support left in your life as you stormed out of the living room. The only one that truly understood you. As always, it was you and Bri versus the world.

You led him into the only room of the house that you considered a safe space – your old bedroom – and slammed the door behind you just as you’d done countless times in your teens.

How fucking embarrassing.

Notes:

Alright... I lied!! There WILL be one more chapter after this. It was getting so long that I needed to split it in two, so I'm making you wait (again). Soz!
xx DBM

Chapter 160: Insanity

You pulled Brian down to sit with you on your old bed. The mattress bounced slightly with the weight of your bodies, and the old box springs squeaked their age. You hoped Brian wouldn’t notice the faded posters on your walls: those that held his face, and those that didn’t. You didn’t know which would be worse.

Clenching your teeth, you looked over at him. “Well that was fucking horrible.”

Brian’s face formed a subtle cringe: the lines between his eyebrows deepening with the weight of what had transpired. He looked down at the floor, shook his head, and sighed. “Yeah.” You wanted him to meet your eyes, but he didn’t. “I’m sorry—”

You knew well the path his thoughts were taking him down, and cut him off immediately. “The only thing you have to be sorry for is showing up unannounced. Do NOT apologize for being you.”

You placed your smaller hand on his thigh. It was one thing for Brian to know his age, status and reputation wouldn’t be accepted by your family with open arms. It was another thing entirely to be forced to experience it. You felt for him – grieved you put him in this situation - and you knew he was beating himself up for things he couldn’t change. Brian could never be the man your parents wanted for you. But you didn’t need him to be. He was the man YOU wanted.

“We’ve talked about this a billion times Bri,” you continued. “I don’t care. I like this. I choose this. I choose US.” You leaned in to place a kiss on his perfectly plump lips, and smiled when, after a moment, they kissed you back. “I love you.”

Brian sighed again. One of his hands came around to rest on your outer hip, keeping you close beside him. The other pulled at the skin of his face as he rubbed his temples. You wished he wouldn’t torture himself so.

“I know. It’s just…” finally, Brian did find your eyes, “…I just want it to be easier. For you.” He held your gaze softly for a few seconds, until you knew he truly meant it, and then his lip twitched slightly, face turning more sour. “Lord knows I don’t deserve anything easy in my life ever again.”

The shift of his tone as he referenced himself was telling of his self-criticism. It broke your heart… and it prompted thoughts that had been swirling within your mind for weeks. Brian wouldn’t let himself believe he deserved you; he felt lecherous if the thought even entered his head, torn between his id and his ego. Outside of the bedroom he struggled with the morality of your relationship. The power dynamic was erotic in the secrecy of your embrace, but his guilt gnawed at him in the daytime. His difficulties were clearly exacerbated by the snide faces of your parents, and the bedroom you were currently sitting in.

You were reminded of Anita’s comments back in New Orleans: of all the times you’d questioned his behaviour on tour. Not for the first time, you wondered if Brian had meant to get caught with you.

You couldn’t wonder anymore. You glanced over to Brian, surveying his rigid posture. He was wringing his hands.

“Did you want this to happen?” you asked gently.

He looked up at you in shock. His eyes went wide and his brow furrowed. “Of course not!” His confusion was apparent, still thinking about the interaction with your parents.

“Sorry – no – I mean the photos… the tabloids and everything,” you clarified.

Brian hesitated, and nausea pooled in your stomach. There were upsides and downsides to being able to read each other so well. In the moments of silence, you felt the guilt and the insecurity once more. Your heart hammered in your desperation for the truth. He couldn’t hide this from you any longer.

Brian rocked forward slightly, but his eyes never left yours. “I’m… not sure what I want Y/N… other than I know I want you.”

It wasn’t an admission, but you knew that Brian’s strange, blasé behaviours towards the end of the tour had had some hidden motivation. Maybe even hidden from Brian himself. He was conditioned to self sabotage, for he could never deserve all the good things in his life.

It was tragically beautiful, how deeply you understood. You loved his mystery and his layers, for your edges folded against his perfectly. You loved all of him, even the part that couldn’t give you a straight answer until you asked a thousand times in a thousand different ways.

“But what does that mean Bri? For me. For US?”

There was another slight hesitation, and then Brian forced his true words out, as if he’d been holding them back for a long time. “Iwantyoutocomebackwithme.” The sentence spilled out impulsively, finally free.

A beat, and then your chest grew tight. Your vision narrowed.

“What?” You couldn’t quite believe what you’d thought he’d said, even if it was what you’d been praying to hear for weeks. You were floating. Stunned.

Beautiful hazel eyes trapped you within them, taking your breath and your willpower. “I want you… to come back to England with me.”

You shook your head, still disbelieving. “You can’t just say these things.” You could feel your heart in your lungs: pounding, hoping, but disbelieving. “What about your wife?”

It was too good to be true. Your mind couldn’t piece together how this was happening, or how it was possible. Anita surely wasn’t on board, and you knew Brian didn’t want a divorce. He couldn’t lose the family he loved. You didn’t want to be the homewrecker everyone already thought you were. Even with Brian took your hands in his, rubbing the back of them carefully, you could barely feel his touch.

“The conversation went poorly. I’m in the doghouse.” Brian’s smile was self-effacing. “But thankfully, Anita prefers London so I can still stay in the country. And perhaps you can join me… until we find you a place of your own of course.”

You knew he meant his big country home and wildlife sanctuary. You pictured him there in the vast rooms all by himself after Anita walked out, wallowing and lonely… missing you all the more in an empty mansion and planning his ridiculous surprise visit to Texas. Brian was in a different position to most would-be couch-surfers. It made a little background part of you angry, and you weren’t quite sure why.

It was Brian though, and your frustration flared and died as fast as those gorgeous hazel eyes blinked. His wealth had its upsides in every situation.

“…She’ll come ‘round eventually.” He placated your worries, but even Brian said it like he didn’t truly believe it.

You continued to stare at him. He was truly unbelievable. You didn’t know how someone so intelligent could be so oblivious. “Does she know you’re here now?”

A flicker of something passed through his mask of positivity. His toothless smile was a little too tight. “Frankly? I don’t care. She knows I’m somewhere.”

You nodded, accepting the answer because you were sure it was all you’d get. You had to break eye contact for a moment and look down at the carpet. You knew it was your own weakness that you didn’t press further. Again.

“I just…” you sighed, hoping, knowing how well Brian could read you, that he would pick up on the severity of your words. “I just don’t want this to happen again. If I go all the way over there, and then you…” You looked at him, and you wanted to appear strong, but you both knew you were begging him not to leave you. Not again. “I can’t lose you. I-- It’s too hard for me.”

Your voice grew scratchy and tears threatened to spill as you voiced your worst fears. This man would be the death of you.

“Promise me it’s not just the allure of the forbidden. Promise me it’ll always be like this. That you won’t grow bored and leave me – not after I’ve given everything for you.” You whispered the last words from the deepest pit of shame inside yourself. You would, forever, ruin yourself for him.

The weight of your confession was heavy in the small room, and you felt Brian’s posture sag beside you, burdened by the pain he’d caused and the worries you still held. Even stooped, he was so much larger than yourself. Larger than life. You leaned closer into his chest.

“Oh darling… I’m so sorry. SO bloody sorry.” Brian held you against him, snug and tight as his sweet words soothed the pain. You felt small and kept. Despite everything, you always would be. “I know I’ve fucked up your life already – more than I could ever fix. You know that was part of the reason for ending it in the first place.” He squeezed you in his arms, fighting his emotions as well. You felt the soft pounding of his heartbeat as he sighed his next words, full of embarrassment and defeat. “I wish I was a better man for you.”

You wanted to curse him for loving too freely. For loving too many women. For wanting too much. For wanting everything – the best of both worlds. You wanted to scream for his greed and his privilege.

You cursed yourself for accepting it. Desiring it. Even a little piece of him. You felt broken and wrong… but he was the only thing that made you whole.

You still knew what you wanted. And you wouldn’t lose it again. All you required was for him to try.

Your voice was soft against his chest. “Don’t wish, just BE. I know there are some things we can’t change Bri… I don’t need them to. I just need to know that I’ll always have YOU.”

The hug deepened, and in the strong grip of his arms you knew that Brian would never let you go again. You were intwined within each other, for better or for worse.

“Babygirl…” Brian purred, “You’ll have me for as many years as I have left.” His lips found your forehead, and then he added an afterthought. “And I promise you’ll be taken care of when I’m gone too.”

It hurt you to know how much your family’s judgement had affected him. “Shhhh… don’t say things like that Bri. I don’t need your money- just your heart.”

You gave him a little smack where your hand was already resting on his back in the hug. It broke the tension that had built, and Brian chuckled at your play punishment. He knew you hated when he focused on his age.

“You’ve got my heart.” Brian’s tone turned earnest again. “You’ve got such a hold on me that I can’t let you go. I can’t live without you Y/N.”

“Me neither. Jenna wasn’t lying when she said I’ve been a mess these last few weeks.”

Both you and Brian basked in the shared love: vocalized and, for once, free of any tarnish. You couldn’t speak for Brian, but you knew without a doubt that you’d never felt so much for another person before. You were honoured, grateful and joyous that the feeling was mutual. You thought back to the weeks you’d spent together, getting to know and love the man behind the rock star; you were looking forward to many more.

Brian must have been doing some reminiscing of his own, for he next regaled you with his perspective of the past.

“When I first saw you – pretty girl dancing on stage… with a fire in her eyes for adventure – how could I have known it would end this way?”

You smiled at his description. You never felt so beautiful as from Brian’s eyes.

“It’s not the end Bri. It’s the beginning.” You couldn’t contain your excitement, confirming what he already knew. “…I’d love to come to England with you.”

The grin that lit up his face could power you through anything. No matter what troubles lay ahead.

You kissed again, unable to keep apart from each other after such brilliant news. Brian’s lips caressed yours at first reverently, thankfully… and then his passion deepened to the intense burning need you knew lay beneath. He nipped at your lower lip and used your resulting gasp to push his tongue against yours. He claimed your mouth until all you could taste was him.

The kiss made you giddy. Butterflies swirled in your stomach and lungs, fluttering in your pulse and in your sex. Your whole body was attuned to the man in front of you. You yearned for him. No other would suffice. He’d taught you what you needed to truly live.

Finally, you pulled away: gasping for breath and laughing with joy. It was crazy. It was exciting! Being with Brian would never be boring.
You looked at the love of your life and ran your fingers through the curls at the back of his neck, trying to ignore the ache between your legs. “We have to go back out there and tell them, don’t we?”

Brian laughed. “It’s your bloody family! I’ll leave that up to you.”

…

You took a few minutes to gather your thoughts before you and Brian left your bedroom. And, yes, he noticed the posters before leaving.

“I think I need to get you some new merchandise.” He teased you with a wry grin and a sparkle in his eye. “But I won’t stand for any KISS on the walls.”

You snorted, thinking back to your teenage phase for the painted faces and platform boots. “Is that jealousy I hear?”

“Certainly. I’m a very jealous man.” You saw fire in his gaze, tempting you to fan the flames. It was refreshing to still be able to joke with each other under the current circumstances.

“Mmm… well rest assured you are by far my favourite.”

“I better be.” He faked a discerning look, squinting his eyes and pouting slightly.

You observed the absurdity of you imploring to Brian that he was your favourite obsession, even playfully, when, truthfully, you thought you should be asking if you were his. You were about to leave your life behind to go join him… a man with affections torn between a wife, a family, and who knows what or whom else. You were under no false delusions that loving Brian would be easy.

“I don’t think there’s much comparison.” You twirled a finger around a strand of his hair. “These luscious curls,” your hand moved upwards, grasping closer to his scalp, “and this beautiful brain have fascinated me endlessly.” You noted Brian’s wry smile from before was back, enjoying the praise. Finally, you leaned in towards where you’d grabbed behind his ear. “Not to mention… you’re hot as fuck.” The last words were whispered like some lascivious secret between the two of you.

It made you proud to make Brian laugh: seeing the lines form around the edges of his eyes and hearing his rumbling, low chuckle. You’d give anything for his happiness.

“As are you, darling girl.”

Brian’s dark eyes looked like they wanted nothing more than to strip you down and fuck you on your teenage mattress, but even he knew that would be overstepping. He settled for another kiss to steal your breath. You couldn’t wait to have him alone in his big old house away from prying eyes.

“Right then,” he said, wiping his mouth and pulling away before he accidentally left a fresh mark on your throat. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I feel even more lecherous than usual with your Teddy watching me every move.”

His eyes flicked to the stuffed bear on one of the shelves. The mood was still light, and you could tell he was joking, but as he tended to do while poking fun at himself, he hit a little too close to home.

You agreed. There were tons of reasons why you’d wanted to avoid Brian’s life crossing over into your own, and yet here he was in the centre of it all. There would be no worry of that once you were in England.

“I need some time to pack… get my affairs in order as they say.”

“Mmm.” Brian hummed, expecting as much, though you could tell it frustrated him and tested his (lack of) patience. “I know.”

Luckily, you’d been basically living out of a suitcase at your parents’ place for the last few weeks, so you had most of what you needed on hand already. Telling Brian the same, his face lit up. It was impossible for you not to cater to him. Really, all you needed was a quick stop at your own apartment. You assumed Brian could buy the rest, or Jenna could have it shipped over later.

Then there was the pesky business of passports, visa applications, ending your own rental agreement… the list was daunting. You knew now wasn’t the time, but that didn’t stop you from listing them aloud.

“Yes, yes.” Brian interrupted. “I’m sure my P.A. can help with all that once we’re home.”

Home. The phrase sounded like heaven.

He stood up, mind set on the next few steps you’d described. “I’ll go call the driver and give you some time to sort things out.”

At first, you nodded, but then something pulled you out of the same eager excitement he embodied.

“Wait. You’re not staying with me to tell them?”

Brian stared at you, frowning slightly, perhaps confused. “No? I think it would be easier if I made myself scarce.”

Your stomach suddenly dropped. You knew he didn’t belong here. You knew it was asking a lot of him. But you needed him beside you for this, just as he’d been earlier. There wasn’t an easy way out.

“I’d appreciate it if you were there to support me, y‘know?” Your voice came out weaker than you’d wanted it to.

He blinked. “Y/N… they hate me. I’ll just be—”

“Please?”

You still sat on your bed, looking up at him as he towered above you on his feet, and pleaded. The overhead light in your bedroom lit up his curls like was so common from this view. It was a position you’d eagerly put yourself in many times before, but this time, you knew he really didn’t want to do what you were asking of him.

Your wet eyes and pained voice tugged at Brian’s heart enough to force a reluctant nod. Gratitude bloomed in your chest. You knew he didn’t like confrontation, and in this instance, he would unmistakably be seen as the ‘bad guy’. It was not a role Brian wore well.

“Yeah,” he swallowed, “yeah alright. Come on then.”

He held his hand out for you to take. It was you and Brian against the world, just as it always had been. You loved him. He was doing this, for you.

…

You and Brian walked down the hallway timidly. The voices of your parents drifted to your ears before they noticed your arrival. Your father’s voice was clipped, frustrated. Your mother’s trying to placate. There were small snippets you could make out around the corner.

“…I know it’s… unconventional. But I do think he loves her.”

“So that’s—” your father’s reply was difficult to make out, “…and you’re fine with it?”

Your mom hissed at her husband. “…didn’t say I was pleased! It’s just… she’s been so down. I can support my daughter without agreeing with her choices.”

“I can’t. Not with… …and not with HIM.”

“Please,” her feminine voice seemed to beg, “I don’t… w… lose her completely.”

The argument came to an abrupt halt when you and Brian rounded the corner to the living room. Your father bristled at the sight of you, and your mother’s head turned around to acknowledge you shortly after.

“Hey.” It was all that came out of your lungs. You had the attention of the room, but you suddenly couldn’t speak. Not until Brian squeezed your hand.

“Welcome back.” Your mother was the first to force a civil tone. “I’m sorry about before. We’re all adults here. That won’t happen again.” She gave a pointed look at your father beside her. “Have a… seat?” She gestured to the same couch you were sitting on the last time.

It was as good a choice as any. You led Brian to sit beside you again, and were comforted by his large presence as soon as he plopped down- knees spreading as always so that they touched yours. The warmth of his thigh against your skin was an anchor point to what was important, and what you wanted.

You cleared your throat: to retain the conversation as well as to clear the sticky phlegm that had suddenly formed. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

Both of your parents looked on, expressions shifting to a sort of nervous dread. You feared they expected the worst. You hoped they wouldn’t classify it as such.

“Brian has offered me a… place. With him… in England.” Your mother’s eyes grew wider. She shook her head almost imperceptibly as she awaited your next words. “I’ve accepted.”

Those eyes – so much like your own – squeezed shut. In any circumstance it was difficult for a mother to have her children leave; this was perhaps worse than most. It hurt you that your happiness could cause your family such pain. But your heart left you with no choice.

“It’s what I want.” You finalized your decision succinctly before you could start crying, and left response open to the room.

Unfortunately, there was nothing but silence. Your mother’s eyes threatened to leak. Your father was as red as a beet, growing darker and more bulbous by the second. Your heart hammered with nervous energy.

“I h- hope you can be happy for me.” You begged them to say something. Anything. “I know it’s a lot.”

Sensing your distress, your mom stuttered the first response. Her voice was hoarse, holding back tears. “I- It’s just… It’s s- so sudden. Are you sure?”

You thought of the man sitting beside you: the hero in your dreams, and now the foundation of your heart. You squeezed his hand, and his big fingers curled around yours entirely. “Yes.” You’d never been so certain of anything in your life.

“Jesus Christ,” your father mumbled under his breath, but the harshness of his voice carried too loud throughout the room.

“Y/D/N!” your mother said your father’s name, scolding him before he could say something they both regretted.

“I’m sorry!” He threw his hands up in resignation. “I can’t process all this.” His eyes locked on to yours, and you knew his concerns were coming from a place of love. “What about your schooling? Your occupation? Your future?”

“Well… I’m all but graduated at this point. They can ship me my certificate in the mail.” You paused, surveying the disbelieving faces in the room. Not finding much support, you focused on Brian’s. “And I’m sure I can find a job over there, once I’m settled.”

He nodded, confirming, wholly unnecessarily, that he’d support you in your ambitions. Not that you needed to work at all. Brain had inferred many times that was happy to support you finically, but it didn’t sit right with you, and you knew you wanted to start your physiotherapy career.

Still, no one offered a positive comment. The continued silence was sucking the life out of you. You spoke up again, trying to give your family some peace. “It’s not like this is forever… I’m sure I’ll be able to visit lots.”

As you said it, you glanced at Brian again, because, really, you hadn’t discussed any of this with him. You knew he wouldn’t want to keep you from your family, but you certainly couldn’t afford frequent flights back home. His eyebrows softened: understanding and accepting. You saw something sad in his hazel eyes – he was sorry to pull you away from those you loved, but delighted you’d chosen him over everything.

You also realized that you looking to Brian for confirmation every few sentences wasn’t the most reassuring behaviour for your parents to see. It emphasized the power imbalance within the room and within the relationship. You knew it was something you would always be working on, but, here, and now, you DID look to Brian for guidance. You didn’t know how your new life was going to be, but you trusted him to take wonderful care of you.

Brian cleared his throat, and spoke for the first time since re-entering the room. You appreciated him stepping back and letting you take the lead for the conversation with your parents, but you also adored his willingness to take over.

“Of course there will be visits. Family is always important,” Brian said his words gently. You could tell he was stepping carefully from one thought to the next and choosing the best possible phrasing.

“Look,” he sighed, “I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear… and that I’M not who you want for your daughter.” A pause let the weight of his words settle in; of course Brian knew what they were thinking. “But I’m here because I’m willing to go to the ends of the earth for her. I love her. I’ll keep her safe, and secure… and probably a little spoiled.” He smiled openly at your parents, spreading his arms and fingers in a somewhat helpless gesture. “Believe me, I’ve tried to take this decision away from Y/N multiple times, and every time I’ve regretted it. Now, I’ve learned to love and trust her enough to make her own decision, and I implore you both to do the same.”

Both your mother and father looked at Brian as his words faded into the air: the former with a reluctant smile, the latter finally neutral. You felt a beautiful swelling in your chest, proud of Brian for his choice, and for knowing you so well. It was likely that - the true understanding and love he’d expressed – that was starting to turn your parents’ anger.

You knew they’d never endorse your decision, but you were hoping they would eventually come to accept your choice, and support you despite it.

Your mother’s smile grew into something proper, even as moisture gathered around her eyes. She looked at you as a tear finally spilled over the edge of her eyelashes. “Your father and I will always love you Y/N.”

You saw your father nod his head to agree with his wife, though his lips remained firmly pressed together. He glanced quickly at Brian, holding his gaze in a stare that was perhaps both a warning and a plead, and then back to you. You knew then that, just maybe, everything would be okay in the end.

“Thanks Mom. I love you both too.”

Your family would always be important in your life. You loved them even more for the trust and loyalty they were beginning to show in this emotionally charged moment. They didn’t agree with or approve of your choices, but it wasn’t something that would ruin your relationship with your parents. Your family was stronger than that.

It would be a long road, but it was starting to look better.

…

A while later, after some frantic packing and organization, and a tearful goodbye hug from your parents full of promises to keep in touch and visit often, you and Brian walked across the front lawn together.

Brian seemed reflective after such an emotional afternoon. You watched as he stared at everything and nothing, thoughts spinning in his head. He looked preoccupied, carrying your suitcase with both hands across his chest. You knew it was rather heavy, but the weight didn’t seem to cross his mind at all as he turned to face you, frowning slightly at the corner of his mouth.

“I know how much you’ve sacrificed for this Y/N,” he said. “Thank you.”

The truth of his statement was clear: you both piled high with your bags as you prepared to uproot your entire existence. But your answer was just as obvious.

“It’s a choice I was willing to make to be with you.”

That made Brian smile. Bashfully. Hiding slightly behind the suitcase.

“Your parents have a right to be frustrated. I-” He looked briefly at the sky. “I know what it’s like not to have your father’s approval. He knows how hard you’ve worked on your education, and he’s just worried you’re throwing it away.”

“I know,” you sighed. You let Brian’s words of comfort drift into silence as you motioned for the pair of you to keep walking. You were aware of his own father’s disapproval of his musical career, and the well-known story of reconciliation. However, your own bitter doubt remained despite his reassurances. You highly doubted you would be headlining at the famous Madison Square Garden at any point in the future.

Before you got to the car a shrill, cutting tone interrupted your steps.

“Hey Y/N! You’re not going to have a word with your best friend before you go?”

It was unmistakably the voice of Jenna, calling across the lawn. Despite her clear frustration, you were relieved to see her.

“Jenna!” You spun to see your lofty friend with her hands on her hips. “I thought you’d left!”

She didn’t grace you with a reply. Instead, her long strides brought her closer rather threateningly. Her expression wasn’t much better: plump lips pursed and bright eyes narrowed into judgemental slits.

You couldn’t help but be fond of her protective streak.

Brian made himself scarce bringing the suitcases to the car, and left you to speak with your friend in private. You didn’t mind. This, you knew you could handle better than your parents.

“I’m so glad I could talk to you before I leave,” you said, pulling Jenna to the side of the lawn where there was a bit of shade.

She stared at you a moment, eyes squinting further. “You leave?” She shook her head, aghast at your suggestion.

Right. There was a lot to explain. You found yourself rubbing the back of your neck, suddenly finding a sore spot there.

“Yeah… about that. I just told my parents.” You tried to keep eye contact with Jenna, but the anger and the hurt you saw there made it almost unbearable. “Brian offered to take me back with him. To London.”

Your friend continued to look at you: so hard that you could feel it in your chest. She exhaled through her nose audibly, and then took a calming breath in before she spoke. It seemed she was trying very hard not to yell at you. “Really? How’s THAT going to work?”

You shrugged, both unwilling and unable to give her all the details. “I think I’m staying at his house, at least for a bit.”

Her blue eyes pierced your soul a few seconds longer, and then she huffed an incredulous laugh. “Wifey’s all good with it then? Ready to welcome you to the house with open arms?”

You tried to ignore her barbs as she casually mentioned the situation with Anita. You knew your recent decisions were insane. Still, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. A fight wasn’t what you needed right now.

“He has multiple houses. She won’t be there.”

Jenna scoffed at your flippancy, throwing her hands into the air. “Of FUCKING course! That makes it all completely fine then, doesn’t it?!? You know what I fucking meant Y/N. Gimme a break.”

“…Sorry.” You were rightly cowed. She had a point, and your bitchy response was uncalled for. “I… well I don’t really know how that will go.”

You could feel the judgement building again in her renewed silence, so you added the only reassurance you had.

“Brian promised me it’ll be okay. He’ll take care of me.”

The fear you had surrounding the situation couldn’t help but leak into your voice. You had no significant proof. Your world could end in a second. Again. All you had was trust. Your trust and love for a man that had wronged you before, but was trying his best never to do it again. You believed him.

You sniffed, wiping the moisture from your eyes. “He promised.”

Jenna continued to look at your pathetic, hopeful state for what seemed like eons. You didn’t know what else to say. There wasn’t much you could say. It wasn’t possible to explain the pull you felt towards Brian, and why it was worth uprooting your life for even a piece of him.

“I’ve got to go Jenna. It’s the thing I want most in the whole world.”

The silence stretched after your words. Your heart hammered. You held your breath. It seemed like the world was in stasis, until… finally… Jenna opened her arms. She was amuch stronger person than you. It was such a relief that your tears started to flow again. You loved her SO much. Only your best friend in the entire universe would be able to support you on this ridiculous journey.

“I hate you.” Jenna pulled you into her chest. Her hugs were almost as snug as Brian’s, and perhaps a little rougher. She squeezed you like she wanted to leave an imprint forever. Or, perhaps she’d never let you go and then you’d have to stay with her. You wriggled when you started to struggle for air.

Still, she didn’t unclasp her hands. Instead, she mumbled into your hair. “You’re a fucking crazy person. I HATE this.”

She pulled back to let you breathe, but kept a firm grasp on your upper arms and used them to shake some sense into you. “D’ya hear me Y/N?” Jenna continued. “I hate this. It’s fucking stupid what you’re doing. You’re the dumbest smart person I’ve ever had the displeasure of befriending.” She teased you, but the smile that threatened to break upon her face gave the affection away.

“…Sorry.” It was all you could think of to say. But, looking at her exasperated face, your smile slowly grew. You knew that she’d get over your lunacy, and one day you’d tease each other about this day.

“Look at you!” Jenna called you out on the grin, still trying to maintain her anger. “Smiling like the psycho you are! You know this is fucked up, right?” She stared at you with her big eyes, raised her eyebrows to elicit a response, and you broke.

“I know!” The insanity had finally set in, and you felt overcome with the sheer simultaneous joy and sadness of the situation. You were laughing; you were crying. You looked up to the sunny sky and shook your head. “And I want it anyways.”

You and Jenna hugged again, and she kissed the top of your head. You didn’t want to ever lose her.

“You’re going to come visit me in England right?”, you asked, knowing the answer already.

“I fucking BETTER be!!” Jenna formed a mock expression of outrage. “And he’s paying for the tickets.” She thumbed over to where Brian stood, awkwardly waving back at the gesture. Jenna gave him an evil glare and motioned from her eyes to his. The meaning was clear. And, in your opinion, Brian even looked a little scared. “I’ve gotta make sure he’s treating you right.”

You gave a final sigh, looking over to your lover and smiling. “He does.”

“He BETTER.”

Notes:

Alright... I hope you enjoyed that chapter!! Does it live up to expectations? Does it wrap everything up into a neat little bow??

No???

Well... you've got me. I lied again. There will be one final chapter after this - an epilogue of sorts. This was already way too long not to break it up.

Thanks for reading!
xxDBM

Chapter 161: The Beginning

Notes:

IT'S FINALLY TIME. Here's the end of the story. I can't believe it.

Daddy kink warning for this chapter, alternate to be posted soon.

Brian pushed open the large door with one hand and beckoned you inside with the other. “Welcome to my home, darling girl.”

The drive through iron gates, manicured shrubs and expansive lawn had elevated your heart rate steadily with nervous energy. Now, seeing the foyer that awaited you, you could feel the pounding in your chest. Everything was gorgeous wood and rich burgundy: full of light and space, despite the wealth of possessions lining the walls. His house was huge, and for a moment you couldn’t help but feel insignificant within Brian’s world.

Soon though, Brian followed you through the door and threw the bag he’d been carrying atop some exquisitely carved, probably priceless chaise. The rest of your bags were still in the car, but that didn’t matter. You were finally alone. And you didn’t feel insignificant in Brian’s dark eyes. You felt needed.

“It’s lovely Bri—”

You couldn’t say much else, because Brian was on you immediately, crowding you further into the room with his long limbs. He backed you against a wall and placed one of his thighs deliciously between your legs. You knew your panties were already soaked. You’d both been waiting so long for this: for you to finally be HIS, with no one and nothing in the way.

“Thank you,” Brian smirked, casually enjoying the way you were slightly off balance, both literally and figuratively. He liked that his home impressed you; he loved to pin your smaller body with his own. “I hope you can be comfortable here.”

He stared at you a moment, taking everything in with those deep-set hazel eyes. His expression was a blend of lust and unbridled love. You felt his chest rise and fall against you once, twice… before his impatience won out, and he bent his neck down to your level. “At long last,” he moaned, “I have you all to myself.” His mouth found the tender point where your jaw met your neck. You gasped.

It was all too much: being here, with him. His lips hot and his teeth sharp. You pressed yourself against his body even more. You wanted to drown in him. He was your love. And now, he was your everything.

“God Bri… please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for. You just wanted more of him. Forever.

Brian chuckled against your skin, still sucking his mark into your neck. His hands found your hips, lifting you up slightly so some of your weight balanced on his thigh and created sinful pressure against your sex. You threw back your head to give him the best access to your neck and started rocking against the hard planes of his body. When he became this demanding, impulsive man, you could do nothing but give yourself over to him. His whole demeanor radiated sex and passion: like he needed you with every fibre of his being.

You wrapped one leg around his back, knowing he would hold you upright, and hooked your knee to pull his hips flush against yours. Your hands roamed his shoulders and then down his arms, squeezing at the wiry muscles hidden beneath soft skin and curls of body hair.

Just as your head started to go fuzzy, spinning and overwhelmed in the way you’d come to need, you heard the latch of the front door. Your eyes shot open again, and both you and Brian turned to see his driver at the entrance. Sadly, Brian removed his lips from your jugular, leaving a damp spot that was cold in the open air. Your heart pounded with nerves once more, and the shameful desire of being caught like this.

The driver put down the suitcases he was carrying and, after a wide eye-full, gazed only at the floor. He rubbed the back of his neck as he apologized.

“Sorry Bri… Miss Y/N…” he looked embarrassed, reeling back towards the outdoors. “I was just bringing the rest of your bags.”

Brian laughed openly, pulling away from the position where he’d trapped you, and smoothing his shirt out as he turned to his driver. He managed to fix where it had ridden up over his tummy, but you were sure the bulge you’d felt couldn’t be hidden so easily. “Sorry Phil. You don’t know how long we’ve been waiting.”

The driver shook his head, beet red, but he smiled in an exasperated sort of way. You could tell he was very familiar with his employer, but this was still a stretch to remain impassive. “I won’t make you wait any further then.”

“Ta.”

Brian was already turning back towards you as the other man locked the door. He had a deviant twinkle in his eye that you were becoming familiar with. Your stomach felt like it was in your knees. It was all still so new and confusing: why did it feel so good?

Brian looked like he knew. He looked like he wanted to devour you, and that he understood what was going through your body more than you yourself did. You were so lucky to be here. You still couldn’t believe it.

“You liked that, didn’t you? Naughty girl.” Brian drawled in a low, teasing voice, smirk evident. “You get all flushed and pretty when you’re caught.” He ran a playful finger along your reddened cheek and down your throat. “You want everyone to see who you belong to? Do you want the whole world to know you’re fucking MINE?”

He grabbed you again on the last word, locking your wrists between his fingers and pulling you against his body. It was almost painful, delicious and terrifying in how eagerly your body reacted to his touch, and the beautiful image he created with his words.

“Oh God”, you whined, ashamed and aroused all at once.

You tried to bury your face in his chest, but a strong hand grabbed under your chin and forced you to look him in the eye.

“We don’t have to hide anymore Y/N. Not here.” Brian’s voice purred, dark and sweet. “What do you want?”

You thought you could hear your heartbeat aloud. This was everything you’d craved and feared: everything you’d dreamed since before you had words to explain it.

“I want YOU… please Daddy.” You stared at him with reverence. With lust and dependence swirling through every artery with your lifeblood. “I know I shouldn’t want it – want people to know. I should be good and quiet, and stay away so you don’t get in trouble. But I love when people see us together. I just love being with you Bri.”

He continued to look down at you with tender affection, standing sturdy even as you trembled. It was hard speaking the truth of your utmost desires. You knew Brian would never judge you, but he brought out cravings that you had only just admitted to yourself. You looked into his shining eyes, and whispered, because you couldn’t find your full voice. “But I think that… s- sometimes… what I want most… i-is whatever YOU want.”

Brian smiled, blinking slowly, like somehow he understood whatever the hell you’d just said. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and rubbed your arm. “Good girl,” he rumbled, “I always want you to share how you feel.” His grip grew harder. “Especially when you share dirty little thoughts like that.”

You could feel his manhood twitch against you, and though confusion lingered in your fuzzy mind, you were proud.

“Don’t worry darling, there will be plenty of time for you to think about what I want.” Brian smirked, stifling a chuckle. “In fact, I’m looking forward to that more than I should.” His cheeks finally reddened a tinge to match yours. “But first… I want to christen every damn room in this house. I want, to make you scream with pleasure on my cock, until even the bloody birds are sick of it.”

By the end of his tirade, Brian was almost growling. He looked at you so thoroughly that you felt ruined already. You both balanced on the edge, waiting until the moment you could finally let go.

“Does that sound… adequate… to you?”

His words were so clearly strained and spaced out, that you laughed. Ridiculous man.

“Fuck yes!”, you answered, “more than adequate.”

You both chortled in the comfortable, loving way that had already wormed into your heart. In only a second, Brian had grabbed under your bottom, squeezing as he lifted you up against his waist. You wrapped your legs around his bony hips. It was easy to support some of your own weight: your bodies fit together perfectly.

“Fuckin’ finally,” Brian grumbled under his breath. He carried you to the first available surface, which happened to be a wooden buffet down the hall.

He placed you on its top, briefly moving aside some photos and decorations. From here, you could see up a grand staircase and through an archway to the kitchen. You were curious and overwhelmed, and you couldn’t wait to see what treasures awaited you when you got to explore Brian’s home and possessions. A quick glance to the photos beside you showed black-and-white views of a much younger Brian, posing with his new guitar. Your heart clenched fondly. You wanted to see pictures of his childhood, of long-ago Queen events, of his friends and family. You wanted to learn everything you could about the man you loved.

But, for Brian, now was not the time. He had a singular goal in mind, and as soon as his skilled fingers pressed against your inner thighs, arousal flooded your brain and sex. You opened your legs for Brian’s access, and he wasted no time reaching under your skirt to tear off your thong.

You made a weak sound of protest, but he shrugged it off, focused more on other, more pleasurable things. “I’ll get you more baby. Besides, you don’t need to wear knickers here with Daddy.”

You wanted to say something back – to tease him for his brash words and dirty thoughts – but Brian moved too quickly, and once his mouth was on your clit, you could do nothing but moan.

Brian pulled you right to the edge of the cabinet so that he had easy access to your sex. He growled at the taste of you like a man half-starved. His lips were wet and warm, mixing deliciously with the slick need your own body produced, and driving you rapidly to the point of ecstasy. You felt exposed, balanced on top of the buffet table and trying to remain still lest you break something priceless; you had nowhere to hide, and it meant you felt the full force of every single movement of Brian’s tongue.

He looked so huge between your thighs, bent down almost comically. His beautiful white curls cascaded over the tense muscles of your inner thighs: spread as wide as possible to accommodate his broad shoulders. His eyes were closed at first, as if he was lost in the sensations he’d been waiting so long to remember. You rocked your hips back against him in a slow rhythm. He felt so good. Just the sight of such an impressive man, driven wild in his frenzy to own every last inch of you. You could feel your climax approaching; it was Brian, gifting you this pleasure.

“Fuck… please Daddy.”

Your voice was a wanton thing, high and desperate. You ran your fingers through the base of his curls and guided his head against you: never demanding, never leading, but showing your devotion in any way you could. Brian had waited weeks. Had flown out to collect you and invite you to his home because he’d missed this intimacy so much. And yet, this - your pleasure – was the first thing he wanted after walking through the door.

You could feel your breath coming in short gasps, sinful pressure building and building between your legs. “Oh Daddy!” You were loud, and liberal with your praises. You wanted your wonderful man to know just how much he affected you, and now there was no limit to your volume or what you wanted to call him.

As you approached your peak, hazel eyes finally flicked open, staring smugly into your soul. Brian’s eyebrows twitched teasingly, even as he drove you to endless pleasure. He watched you build closer and closer, mouth agape and breasts heaving, until you were almost there, and then he stopped.

All of a sudden you were left with nothing, and your hips bucked in search of talented tongue as you whined, but Brian’s strong hands didn’t let you move. It was infuriating, beautiful, and you’d expected nothing else. The pleasure burning in your sex slowly faded to a dull baseline, and your tortured muscles clenched longingly as Brian spoke.

“Already Y/N?”, he chuckled, “I’ve been starving for this pretty pussy, and I want to make it last.”

You nodded, still reeling. “Sorry Daddy. I’ve been waiting for you too… you just make me feel so good.”

Brian smiled wide, enough so you could see one of his sharp little canines. His chin glistened in the half light. “I do love my grateful little girl.” He readjusted slightly, rolling his shoulders to crack his stiff neck. “You can come once on my tongue, but no more. I don’t want you getting too sensitive… there is still SO much I want to do to you tonight.”

He dove back in before you could answer, and the sudden sensation on your recently denied nerve endings made you gasp. You jerked against him, but once more strong hands held you still. Having been teased before completion, your pleasure felt deeper and sharper than before. The smallest movements of Brian’s tongue sent your legs shivering. He took his time savouring your flavour: licking along your labia, nudging his long nose against your opening, scraping his teeth and his wet cheeks along your inner thighs.

When his lips eventually closed around your clit, another moan escaped your throat. Your bottom was beginning to grow sore atop the hard wooden cupboard, but you didn’t care, because Brian’s talented tongue finally gave you the steady, firm pressure that you’d been craving.

He gave; you received. And Brian was right. You were grateful. You begged and moaned and pulsed against him, holding so still and so good for your daddy. “Oh fuck! Yes Bri… thank you… uuunngh!” You voice crested to higher and higher peaks, just as your body fell further into ecstasy. “Ahh! Ahh! Oh please Daddy!!”

Brian groaned between your legs. He kept you on the brink of orgasm for what felt like ages, in the perfect range of prolonged pleasure. You were beyond wet. Beyond aroused. Putty in his big hands.

When he decided you were ready, Brian hummed against your sex, and his tongue finally slipped into your opening. He curled upwards, keeping pressure against your sensitive clit while at the same time reaching deeper inside. It was overwhelming, and it was exactly what you needed to shatter.

“Please Daddy, please Daddy!” You chanted and rocked against his face, seeking desperately for release in those last few moments, until your muscles stopped working altogether, and you broke.

“Fuuuuccckk… Aaahh!” you cried, boneless and mindless as your climax took over. Your body was at once completely stiff and unresponsive. Something fell over beside you amidst your convulsions; you hoped it wasn’t important.

Your body had missed Brian’s touch. Missed his control. No one could make you come like Brian could. Your own fingers had been a poor substitute in the weeks without him. You were an addict, but relapsing had never felt so good. There was nothing but him in your thoughts in the few moments it took to catch your breath and come back to reality.

When you were ready, Brian was waiting for you, still between your legs, still pumping his tongue along with the pulses of your body until the very last wave of pleasure had crested. He looked up from his position with eyes as dark as you’d ever seen.

“Good girl.”

He praised you, as if you coming apart and experiencing the overwhelming ecstasy he’d provided was something you’d given him. The lust was evident in the gravel of his voice and the depth of his gaze, but there was also the same grateful admiration you knew was reflected in your own eyes.

“Thank you Daddy.”

Brian smirked, placing a final kiss against the inside of your thigh, followed by a love-bite that left the imprint of his teeth briefly on your flesh, a sharp sensation, and a shiver up your spine.

“You’re welcome darling. Thank you,” Brian replied. “Now, every time I walk past this buffet, I’m gonna remember the taste of you, and how ruined you looked once I was done.”

He stood up, smug and satisfied, ignoring the crack of his knees after they were bent for so long. He wiped the remaining slick off his face with the bottom of his sleeve. Despite your recent orgasm, your cunt twitched at the sight. Then his hand made its way to the front of his trousers, where the bulge of his arousal had grown to its unmistakable size. Brian palmed his own erection openly: closing his eyes, leaning back, and groaning into the room like he was storing the memory of your debauchery into the back of his mind, never to be forgotten. He was beautiful. You couldn’t wait to make him feel as good as you’d just experienced.

“I’ve missed you so much Bri. I’ve missed being yours.” The words spilled out of your mouth in open truth. “I love you.”

It was a soft, gentle sentiment, because despite the ferocity and lasciviousness of the situation, the love and care were pervasive.

“I love and missed you too,” Brian answered, repeating the words you’d said to each other over and over since reuniting. A wet sparkle twinkled in his eye. He stared at you a moment, taking in your flushed cheeks, spread legs and dripping sex. And then he grinned. “Your little pussy is just as sweet as I remembered.”

His bold words made you squeak.

Brian pressed against the buffet. You felt his hard, wanting manhood bulging between your legs. He ground his hips against your core, not caring for the state of his trousers. It was perfect, sinful friction, teasing and leading you towards the pleasure yet to come. You wanted that big cock inside you. You wanted to take him, and worship every last inch.

“Are you gonna fuck me then? Please Daddy?” You smiled and looked up him through your eyelashes. You knew you were on the verge of misbehaving, but couldn’t resist the urge to tease Brian a bit too.

The ensuing smack on your ass was expected, and your skin burned warm and pleasant as Brian laughed. “What, here?” His look was indulging. He gave your waist an experimental squeeze, thrusting against you and watching as the wooden cabinet shook against the wall. “I think it might get a bit messy, impatient girl. And I want you to be comfortable – it’s been a while.”

He looked at you knowingly. Even now, with you on the buffet and your legs dangling, he towered over you. You were both well aware of the size of him. Your muscles clenched at the memory of stretching around his girth.

Brian’s gaze darkened further. “Have you had anything inside you since the tour?”

You shook your head, mouth suddenly dry. It was intrusive. It was so damn erotic you wanted to melt. “No. Just my own fingers. No one else.”

“Naughty girl…” Brian drawled, “…and how was that?”

“It wasn’t… enough.” You were beet red, this, so much more embarrassing than your current state of undress. “I couldn’t make myself… c- come. My pussy belongs to you only.”

No other man, no toy, nothing would ever compare to Brian, and he knew it. You had rarely wanted to try, so grieving and sick with the loss of him, but the few times your fingers found their way between your legs it was nothing but frustration. You’d never even considered another boy – you’d just missed your MAN.

Watching you squirm and struggle to admit your pathetic state, Brian’s lips twitched. He was smug; he was amazed. He was horny. His tongue came out to lick his plump lips, savouring the taste of the moment.

“Yes, darling. Your cunt is mine. YOU… are MINE.” His fingers, still on your small waist, would likely leave purple and brown spots to adore tomorrow. “You don’t know what it does to me Y/N… it’s just… fuck. You’re perfect.”

Brian stole a searing kiss from your lips: biting and owning your mouth with his tongue. You could still sense your own arousal in the taste of his saliva. He sucked your bottom lip as he pulled away, bringing a red flush to the surface.

“But… just as you belong to me… know that I belong to you too. I’ve fucked my own hand countless times thinking of you.” He stared into your eyes as he admitted it, much more confident talking about such things than you. “It wasn’t the same. I stared at the photos we took. Fuck – even the stereos.” He laughed and ran his fingers through the front of his fringe. “And when I came, it was with an empty feeling.”

You looked at his bushy, furrowed brow, confirming everything you’d imagined. Mirroring your own experience.

“And so… you’re here. Because I couldn’t forget you.” His eyes clenched shut, pained at his own perceived selfishness. “I stole you away because I’m weak. And because I can.”

“…and it was the best thing that ever happened to me.” You finished his string of statements with your own joy. “Truly.”

Brian’s eyes opened again, and he smiled. You loved how little it took. This wasn’t the same man who doubted your devotion to him at the beginning. This was the love of your life.

“I know,” he said, and your heart exploded.

This time, you were the one who leaned forward for a kiss. His handsome face was always begging for affection. You’d could spend ages memorizing every tiny, beautiful detail. The softness of his lips was so stark against his sharp features.

“Then take me to bed Bri, please.”

His smile could light the room.

“With pleasure.”

Brian scooped you down from the furniture and slowly lowered you to the floor. Your legs were still a bit shaky, but he was sturdy beside you, supporting gently until you found your footing. As the blood rushed back to your legs, you could already feel the pins-and-needles sensation from sitting over the sharp angle of the buffet.

Tenderly, Brian held your hand. His long, warm fingers engulfed your entire hand easily. He led you gently up the staircase, looking behind him every few steps to make sure you were keeping up, and perhaps to reaffirm you were truly here. With him. Together.

You felt like you were floating.

The journey to the bedroom was a rather short one. Brian led you down the upstairs hall with haste and purpose, mindful of both his aching erection and the dripping between your legs. In any other state, you would have spent time looking at all the wonderful photos and artwork that lined the walls, but right now the only thing you could think about was taking Daddy’s big, throbbing cock.

The bedroom he brought you to was well furnished with the same wooden elements as the rest of the house. He turned to face you: small sideways smile and sparking eyes. He gestured behind him and tilted his head in invitation. You noticed a lack of personal elements in the room, but wouldn’t be surprised if Brian was avoiding his marital bedroom. It seemed he’d been living out of these quarters for a while at least, judging from the various articles of clothing draped around the room.

You didn’t comment on the gathering of forgotten teacups on one bedside table. The undisturbed side opposite was glaring. Hinting at pain and loneliness. But you were here now, and the least you could do was clean Brian’s little messes.

Your heart ached for the privilege.

Even as your sex throbbed.

After your brief impression of the room, your gaze drifted inevitably back to Brian. Dark eyes awaited you. His shoulders were tense, coiled and waiting for the moment he could have you. His presence filled the space. Anticipation hung in the air. And when you nodded, Brian grabbed your waist and threw you onto the bed.

His legs quickly bracketed your own as he arranged you on your back beneath him. You could see the tented need in his trousers, weeping through the material: so close, and yet so far. Brian’s body itself was a tease. He was so beautiful, so erotic and so fucking BIG, that your pussy clenched just being pinned below him.

Brian was made for sex, dependent on pleasure, and cursed to require endless affection- from his friends, lovers, the world. It was a darkly endearing mixture, and you craved it like no other. His desperation - the way he clawed at your clothing to get to your bare flesh – it made you feel alive. You wanted nothing more than to give him everything.

”Please Daddy,” you moaned, helping him rid the last remnants of clothing from your body. You arched your back up so that your stomach rubbed against his, and pressed your thigh along the bulge in his pants. “I need you. Need all of you.”

Brian chuckled, and his deft fingers popped open the button at his waistline. “You want this babygirl?” He fished his manhood out of its confines, bulbous tip leaking onto your stomach. Your abs fluttered at the sight. Of course you’d meant his cock, long and thick and glistening red. Huge. Brian smirked with the assured masculine confidence his biology provided. He was well-versed, experienced over more than two of your lifetimes. Everyone wanted his cock.

You nodded, eyes blown wide with lust. Your hands shook in reverence as one wrapped around his girth. But… at the same time… your other hand pulled at his shirt. YOU, wanted more than most of the women he’d laid with. You gave a pleased smile, stroking him slowly. “I want everything, please.”

Treasured memories flooded your head. From the first night, you’d wanted ALL of him. The highs and the lows. The rockstar, the shy insecurity beneath. All the dirty little secrets he hid inside. You loved every single part of the man above, and your heart swelled with affection as your lover bared his true self to you.

Here, he didn’t hide his smile lines. Now, he didn’t flinch at the touch of your hand on his tummy. He didn’t hide himself from you. He didn’t hold his demanding, wicked tongue nor suppress his taste for control and praise. With YOU, Brian was as much himself as he could ever be.

And he was incredible.

You watched an indulgent smile grow upon his face. Brian loved how you appreciated him. He stayed straddling you, one knee on either side of your hips, and slowly pulled his shirt off as his cock bobbed between you.

You melted immediately, and you saw Brian’s eyes watch greedily as you trembled. The swell of his stomach stood out above his manhood, creamy white where the grey curls of pubic hair faded into a small trail. His fuzzy shoulders looked strong and broad, tapering down to the shadowy hint of biceps and eventually to long, sinuous fingers that drove you mad.

He was everything you’d ever want: so distinctively masculine. So confident above you, looming large and stunningly gorgeous. His perfect white curls shone in the light like a divine power.
You would never understand the primal instinct inside yourself. The one that told you to give yourself over to this man, and only this man. To lay yourself at his feet and beg for him to please himself within you. To own you. To make you feel loved and worthwhile as a vessel for his desires.

It felt so wrong, but with Brian it was right.

You whined as his trousers were quickly divested too, overwhelmed by the full expanse of him at last. His cock jutted proudly above the waistband of his pants: far too large to be contained at full size. His body showed the evidence of his need, having yearned for you so long that his length was already as thick and dripping as you’d ever seen it. He pulled the elastic down to free his heavy sac until, finally, he was as bare as you. You stared, transfixed, drooling at the view of his entire manhood. How his lengthy shaft fit so perfectly above his large, full scrotum. You could feel your cunt clench in anticipation. You needed him inside.

Brian cleared his throat, and you were startled out of your observations, back to the smirk upon his face. You could never hide your desperation, and he loved it.

“Enjoying yourself, are you?” He asked facetiously. It was obvious you were in heaven. “Is this old man everything you were hoping for?” He used your previous words against you, teasing and self critical, but there was no longer any hurt behind his eyes. He knew how much you loved him. He was simply stating the facts, with a smile on his face. He WAS a lot older than you. And wasn’t it delicious.

“Yes Daddy.” Your reply was whispered in hushed reverence, breathy between the nervous heaving of your chest. He crawled closer to you again, finding position between your legs, and you opened your knees in immediate approval. “I want you so bad.”

Brian fisted his big cock, smearing the precum along his entire length until it shone. You were dripping, but it made you confident to know he was too. His tip, thick and red, loomed massive between your thighs. Teasing. Taunting.

You whimpered again, anticipating the perfect pain of the stretch he would be after so long. “Please Bri.”

He pressed the head of his cock against your opening, smearing your arousal with his own. Briefly, gentle fingers rubbed your clit. A knowing hand reconnecting after time apart. He still knew how to play your body perfectly.

“Ready babygirl?” Hazel eyes met yours. His smirk had grown into a full smile. His gaze – dark as sin – still held kindness and love throughout his features. In the crinkling of his eyes. In his tender voice. You loved him SO much. Your heart pounded in both affection and nervous energy.

“Please.”

You begged, for what seemed like the millionth time, and Brian held your gaze as he gave you what you wanted.

The ruddy tip of his cock pushed slowly into your body, guided by his steady hands. Almost immediately the stretch was present. You were more than wet enough, but Brian’s size was always a challenge that took your breath away. Your breathing stuttered, hitching when the head slipped past your opening. The familiar feeling of his girth settled in your muscles, recently forgotten, but unmistakable.

Brian groaned, deep and guttural, appreciating the warm tight space your body provided. He stilled above you, only a few inches inside: reining in the instinct to claim you fully so that you could adjust.

“FUCK Y/N…” he growled, biting the plump swell of his lower lip, “you’re so bloody tight. You feel PERFECT.”

You couldn’t say anything back. Every neuron in your body was overwhelmed by the sensation, and there wasn’t anything left to from words. “Unnnnnggghhh…” was all you could manage: a primal sound of submission and belonging.

Brian seated himself a bit further, hissing at the vice-like grip of your pussy. You could feel every ridge of every vein in his shaft. He was kind and careful, and it still ached on the border of pain, but this is what you were made for. You loved the feeling of being split open. Of giving over control of your mind and body to someone you trusted more than anything.

You wanted more. You needed the heat of his body pressed fully against you. Deep and utterly claimed. Without thinking, your hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him towards you, even as your thighs shook with the strain.

Your insistence drew a breathy sound from Brian: somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. “I’ll have to keep my girl nice and full, so it’s not this difficult every time.” He rubbed your thighs, soothing you, in awe of the way you trembled beneath him. “Ready for Daddy’s cock every day.”

He teased weeks of prolonged pleasure and debauchery in his big house: just two lovers exploring themselves without the threat of the outside world. But you barely heard him. You simply moaned, boneless with eyes rolled back and breaths focused, overwhelmed by the size of him inside after so long. You were mush, drifting in the instant submission his cock required. You let your body relax into pleasure. Taking what he gave you, until your voice returned and you were pleading for more like a good, good girl.

“Oh GOD. FUCK Daddy; you’re so fucking big.” His cock stretched your walls until they ached, and yet your hips rocked slowly, addicted to it all. Inch by inch, you brought him inside, until your bottom met his hips. You thought you could feel him in your throat.

Brian heaped you with praises, “good girl, beautiful girl,” as you quaked. He brought a hand to your lower stomach, pressing lightly against the outline of his length within your small body. Even the lightest pressure was too much, in the best way. You moaned.

As if unable to resist, even as you whined, Brian thrust his hips and pushed the final length inside. Your bodies joined together as one. He stared, fascinated by bulge in your womb. You imagined he could feel his hard cock against his hand.

“Oh darling…” his voice carried the same reverence you felt. “You’re incredible.”

His cock reached so deep inside, pushing to the limit of your biology and nudging your cervix with every breath. You were so full. So loved. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. There was nothing more perfect than this.

You cried soft tears, not from pain, but from the sudden, complete sensation of happiness. You could never have imagined your life would lead to this moment. You were so happy it did. With Bri, together. And nothing else mattered.

When you finally opened your eyes, Brian’s were wet too. The image of his face was blurry beneath your tears.

“Don’t cry little one,” he murmured sweetly, and wiped the trail of tears from the corners of your eyes with his thumbs. “Take your time.”

You sniffed, smiling so hard it squeezed your cheeks. Bursting with love. “I’m just so happy.”

Brian’s expression matched your own. “Me too.” He leaned down to kiss you, finally gifting the warm weight of his skin against your stomach.

His lips tasted of salt, of wept emotions, and of him. Something so unique that the world couldn’t help but adore. And you were the lucky one that got to taste it. You were the one whom his mouth caressed now. Who made him feel loved. Who worshipped and adored every wrinkle, every curl.

You moaned between his soft lips, meeting him enthusiastically with every motion. Your tongues danced together and savoured the moment your bodies finally reconnected as one. With the weight of Brian on top of you, the weight of the world was irrelevant. He tasted divine.

The greedy lips of your lover continued to devour your mouth, then under your jawline to your neck, sucking a deep red mark to claim your skin. You felt your sex clench – signalling how well you’d adjusted to the stretch of his cock between your legs, and how much you loved his possession.

Brian must have felt it too, groaning as he pulled away, giving a final warm lick to your neck. His eyes were impossibly dark when you saw them again. “Ready?”

You nodded, but you knew through weeks of trial that he wanted a verbal confirmation too. “Yes Bri. Fuck me, please.”

His answering chuckle was dark and delightful.

Experimentally, Brian rolled his hips, moving the massive fullness he’d filled you with. Two sounds of pleasure immediately filled the room: yours high and warbling, his low and guttural. Your vaginal walls flexed around his cock, squeezing with even this small movement. A gush of your slick arousal coated the base of his shaft and dripped onto his scrotum. It was almost embarrassing, how desperate you were for him, constantly. Though you knew Brian’s ego appreciated it.

Even now, that damned sexy smirk was back, accompanying wide, dark, grateful eyes. “There’s a good girl,” he drawled, “taking Daddy’s cock so well.”

He thrust again, a little harder. His length dragged deliciously along your insides, spreading you open before driving back in deep to meet your cervix again. Then again, and again. Every nerve in your core flared into extreme pleasure. The kind of stimulation that was almost too much.

You glanced to the place your bodies joined: watching Brian’s thick manhood pull out, coated in your juices, then fill you once more to the point of bursting. His stomach pressed against yours every time he seated himself fully, squishing erotically into your skin, and then bouncing slightly when he moved away. His strong thighs gave you endless pleasure. His long arms bracketed your shoulders and kept you safe. His eyes, brilliant and beautiful, expressed so much love and desire that you couldn’t meet them for too long, or you’d come far too soon.

No longer holding himself back, Brian grunted in pleasure and exertion as he filled you. “I’m not going to last long honey.” His brow knitted in apology, but you shook your head. You knew how long he’d been waiting for this. It was almost a complement.

“Me neither. Please Daddy, take what you need.”

Brian’s definition of quick was nothing compared to some of the partners you’d had in college, but either way, you didn’t even care if you came. You just wanted him to feel good. Your sex fluttered, happy to be used.

“Fuck,” he snarled. His thrusts turned purposeful, driving into your core like a man possessed. A primal claim of your body and soul. “You’re dripping.”

It was because of him. And you told him as much. Bundles of praises fell from your lips one after another, telling him how beautiful he was, how strong. How good he felt inside you. How you loved being his. You were lost in the fuzzy, warm haze of submission, and the words came without hesitation or embarrassment.

The filthy sounds of your lovemaking created a steady rhythm. Wet friction, slapping skin, harsh breaths. You didn’t always need words to describe your devotion. Brian readjusted his hands to get better leverage, and at the same time he brought one to rest beside your neck. His long thumb was able to reach across your windpipe without bearing weight, stroking your neck as he thrust inside your body. It wasn’t restricting you in any way, but it served as a reminder: where you were, whom you belonged to. He played with the necklace that you still wore, and would wear forever. His gift, a shining meteor of love burning bright.

The intimacy was present alongside the lust, which grew stronger with every passing minute of heat and tangled limbs. You could feel yourself approaching another climax. Brian’s mouth had dropped open, plump lip bobbing, heaving unfocused breaths lost in the pleasure of it all. His eyes alternated between starting at the sight of you debauched below him, and rolling to the back of his skull when you clenched around his cock.

“Come on baby,” he growled, “You’re doing so well. Such a good girl for Daddy.”

You knew he wanted you to come on his cock. To milk him dry as he filled you up, fucking his love and his claim and his seed into your willing cunt. He needed it. You shuddered at the image. At the insinuation. Even with this, you could do nothing but give Brian what he wanted.

“Oh fuck! Aaaagggh!”, you moaned. Brian’s dirty mind had spilled over into your own, and the vision of your own little body being filled by his much larger one – stuffed full and dripping with his cock and his come – was pushing you over the edge.

Every thrust felt sharper as your body tightened near release. There was a sea of searing pleasure just dammed out of reach, but close enough to drive you mad trying to chase it. You felt so good. Owned, completely and utterly. You were going to come, hard, and you needed Brian to come too.

“Oh God! Please! Fill me with your come Daddy!” You called, begging. “Make me yours.”

Brian’s hips stuttered, and you knew he was close too. He couldn’t resist your complete willingness.

“Fucking dirty little girl,” he snarled, grunting between short breaths as he chased ecstasy. “So – mmnnph! – desperate for Daddy’s cock.”

He laid out the filthy truths one by one, and you chanted “yes, yes, yes!” repeatedly with his thrusts and his sentiments.

“You are MINE.”

“From the very first moment I saw you, you belonged to ME.”

You knew it was true; you pleaded for more. He’d ruined you. The hand on your throat tightened faintly. Your vision blurred.

“I’m going to fill you so fucking full of my come that it’ll be dripping from your pretty cunt. And when it stops… I’ll fuck you again and fill you right back up.”

You could feel your body cracking. Any moment now, you would break.

“I want everyone to fucking know how you beg for me. How you scream for me.”

“Ahhh!” Your ‘pleases’ turned to incoherent sounds of pleasure. You moaned, rammed again and again into the mattress by the unstoppable force of him.

And, yes, a part of you did get off on the degradation of it all. But, here, there was no one around to sneer. You could scream your dirtiest thoughts at the top of your lungs without fear. The only shame was inside yourself, and that just made everything better.

“Do what you were made for, Y/N, and come on Daddy’s big cock!”

At his command - all passion and power and honest need - you shattered.

“DADDYYYY!!!!” You shrieked in sharp pleasure, the waves finally crashing down as the dam burst. You felt your inner muscles lock tight around Brian’s manhood, keeping him deep within you and almost unable to move. He groaned at the sensation, the sound nearly drowned out by the ringing in your ears. It was so much. HE, was so much.

It felt like you were being held open by his cock and plundered to your core. You were bare, vulnerable, giving yourself over to the pleasure he provided you. Your entire body shook with the force of it all. The primal yearning inside you, finally sated with submission and safety.

Unable to think straight, you drifted amongst the tides of ecstasy, rocking your hips as your body clenched in rhythm. Soaking Brian’s shaft as he filled your increasingly tight cunt.

“Please, please,” you begged, still cresting from your peak, demanding what you truly wanted: Brian’s pleasure.

Brian’s hips thrust erratically. You locked your ankles behind his back, pulling him even closer towards you with all the strength your jellied legs had left. His eyes were shut tight; his eyebrows angled in lax bliss. His mouth still hung open and his lower lip trembled, begging for that inevitable release.

“Please Daddy,” you begged one final time and watched as his eyes shot open to look at you. “I LOVE you.”

His gaze locked onto yours – bottomless, beautiful hazel - and with a final cry of acceptance and relief, Brian came.

He groaned, releasing his pleasure into your body in a series of uninhibited movements. His come flooded your womb, claiming you deep inside, while he thrust his cock even further still, as if he could never be close enough. His skin pressed against yours snugly with nothing but the stick of sweat between. Your pussy ached with the stretch. You loved every moment of it.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed and overwhelmed by this all-consuming connection. You had never felt Brian come so much. He continued to shudder and spurt inside you, watching in awe as you took it all.

He released the hand that he’d had wrapped around your throat, stroking your neck for a moment, and then bringing it once again to your lower stomach. His warm fingers flitted over the surface of your skin. Then, he pressed down again, feeling the length of his spent cock inside. His heavy balls gave a final twitch, empty and wholly satisfied. He almost purred with pleasure.

“Good girl Y/N.” He grinned, devastatingly handsome, and the deep tone of his voice almost made you come again. He was still breathing heavily from the exertion, and the rationed oxygen gave him a raspy quality that personified the sins you’d so recently enjoyed.

You whined uselessly; you were still so full that your thoughts were cloudy. But Brian could sense these things. He knew you better than you knew yourself. He chuckled, continuing to pet the skin above your uterus, and brought his other hand to the swollen bundle of nerves where your legs remained splayed around his cock. The area was soaked, and the sounds were filthy.

He stroked your clit expertly, applying just the right amount of pressure against the tissue in its already engorged state. His murmured praises drifted through your consciousness softly.

“You were perfect baby. You take Daddy’s cock so well.” The movements of Brian’s thumb against your nub picked up speed. “Look at you… stuffed full of me… and loving every second of it.”

Your inner walls fluttered around his still-hard cock. Your hips rocked as much as his weight would let them.

“You’re gonna come again, aren’t you baby? Such a perfect little girl.” Brian’s words pushed you to another peak you didn’t know was possible. “I can’t believe this is all for me Y/N. You’re amazing. I love you so fucking much.”

Your head tipped further back into the soft mattress so your back could arch. You panted, open-mouthed, exhausted, and you knew he would have you again.

“Now darling, come for me again. Come for Daddy.”

His words, commanded with the confidence and power you gave him, were irresistible. Another orgasm spread from your clit throughout your body. It was softer than the last one: a gift, rather than pent up desperation. Your muscles coiled from the pleasure, and you thanked your lover as your cunt once again coated his cock. A pearly mess of yours and Brian’s come escaped around his slowly softening girth, pushed out by your clenching muscles.

As your sex pulsed in the final throes of ecstasy, you felt completely sated in both mind and body. The solid presence of Brian’s body above you - and within you – was intimate bliss. He was safe, he was strong, and he would always take care of you to the very best of his ability.

And in return, you would give him everything. The love you had for this man knew no limits.

You eventually found your voice. “Oh my God… Brian,” you leaned heavily on his name, carrying the praise within your tone. “You are incredible.”

He truly was. You would never be able to fully accept you were worthy of him, but he’d helped you come a long way. And you knew you’d helped him too.

“So are you darling. You make me so happy.”

Hearing him say that brough a beaming smile to your face, which Brian promptly found and kissed. He nuzzled your nose with his. You cuddled and laughed together: floating high on endorphins. Overjoyed in each others’ arms, surrounded by the freedom of truly belonging. You fit together perfectly.

“Have I told you how much I love you?”, you asked, coming up for air between kisses. You knew your eyes sparkled the same as his.

“Perhaps once or twice,” Brian smirked, “But I look forward to you reminding me every day.”

Brian rolled you over, changing so that you were now lying on top of his chest. You would be able to rest for longer this way, without the weight of him pressing against your lungs. He was always so gentle with you after lovemaking. You appreciated it just as much as the way his cock had plundered you earlier. He remained inside you even now, soft and askew from the movements. You knew you both loved the feeling. Sighing, you gave a gentle squeeze, and smiled as Brian groaned from the tightening around his sensitive length.

“Don’t be a naughty girl Y/N. I’m an old man, you know.” His tone was light and jesting. “I know you love to be stuffed full of Daddy’s cock, but you must give me a moment to recover.”

You rolled your eyes, whining in mock misery.

“BUT… we can stay together until I’m ready to fuck you again.” He smirked, enjoying the debauchery of it all. That he could do this, with you. Like it wasn’t his plan all along.

He made you feel so delightfully small. So pliable in his grip.

“I don’t think it’ll be too long. I’ve missed your sweet little cunt.” He chuckled too, enjoying the red that had bloomed across your face. “I’ve missed YOU.”

Suddenly feeling vulnerable and shy, you buried your head in the welcome scent of his neck. You knew you were coming out of the warm, submissive haze, and that it wasn’t always easy. But there was no one better to hold you through it than Brian.

He petted your hair and kissed the part of your forehead still within reach of his lips. He let you mouth along his collar bone, and tangle your legs around his ridiculously long ones. Time was immaterial in his embrace.

You could still feel the cooling presence of Brian’s spend between your legs, but there wasn’t anything off-putting about it. You couldn’t find a single fault with how you felt right now. It was perfect… but it made you remember something. Something important.

You’d almost forgotten about the pregnancy test – still in its pink packaging - waiting in the bag that you’d thrown somewhere in the hall. You remembered the nervousness you’d felt thinking about such things when you were all alone. The shame. The fear. Now though, your chest didn’t tighten in quite the same way.

Now, you knew… whatever happened… you’d be okay.

Brian’s hands ran up and down your spine, oblivious to the thoughts in your head, but comforting all the same.

You had someone who loved you. Someone you loved back with all your heart.

And, together, you were ready for anything.

...

THE END xx
(of this story, but thankfully not for our two lovers)

 

This beautiful fanart is by @XanaduHoneydew. I have to say a HUGE thank you to her for being my number one supporter throughout these 6 YEARS of writing! Love you girl.

Notes:

Thank you to all the readers who have been with me for any portion of this journey, and especially to those that have remained through the good times and bad. This story has helped me through a lot of feelings in my own life - and at times I think it's hindered me as well - so there are mixed feelings as I end this story. Truly, 6 years is a ridiculous length of time. I'm already nostalgic. Thank you, thank you SO MUCH.

And thank you Brian - both the real man, who inspired everything, but who I hope to God never finds this fic - and to AAO Bri: the Daddy of my dreams, for letting me escape into a fantasy so much better than my own life.

Chapter 162: The Beginning (Alternate)

Notes:

IT'S FINALLY TIME. Here's the end of the story. I can't believe it.

Same as the previous chapter without the Daddy kink :)

Brian pushed open the large door with one hand and beckoned you inside with the other. “Welcome to my home, darling girl.”

The drive through iron gates, manicured shrubs and expansive lawn had elevated your heart rate steadily with nervous energy. Now, seeing the foyer that awaited you, you could feel the pounding in your chest. Everything was gorgeous wood and rich burgundy: full of light and space, despite the wealth of possessions lining the walls. His house was huge, and for a moment you couldn’t help but feel insignificant within Brian’s world.

Soon though, Brian followed you through the door and threw the bag he’d been carrying atop some exquisitely carved, probably priceless chaise. The rest of your bags were still in the car, but that didn’t matter. You were finally alone. And you didn’t feel insignificant in Brian’s dark eyes. You felt needed.

“It’s lovely Bri—”

You couldn’t say much else, because Brian was on you immediately, crowding you further into the room with his long limbs. He backed you against a wall and placed one of his thighs deliciously between your legs. You knew your panties were already soaked. You’d both been waiting so long for this: for you to finally be HIS, with no one and nothing in the way.

“Thank you,” Brian smirked, casually enjoying the way you were slightly off balance, both literally and figuratively. He liked that his home impressed you; he loved to pin your smaller body with his own. “I hope you can be comfortable here.”

He stared at you a moment, taking everything in with those deep-set hazel eyes. His expression was a blend of lust and unbridled love. You felt his chest rise and fall against you once, twice… before his impatience won out, and he bent his neck down to your level. “At long last,” he moaned, “I have you all to myself.” His mouth found the tender point where your jaw met your neck. You gasped.

It was all too much: being here, with him. His lips hot and his teeth sharp. You pressed yourself against his body even more. You wanted to drown in him. He was your love. And now, he was your everything.

“God Bri… please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for. You just wanted more of him. Forever.

Brian chuckled against your skin, still sucking his mark into your neck. His hands found your hips, lifting you up slightly so some of your weight balanced on his thigh and created sinful pressure against your sex. You threw back your head to give him the best access to your neck and started rocking against the hard planes of his body. When he became this demanding, impulsive man, you could do nothing but give yourself over to him. His whole demeanor radiated sex and passion: like he needed you with every fibre of his being.

You wrapped one leg around his back, knowing he would hold you upright, and hooked your knee to pull his hips flush against yours. Your hands roamed his shoulders and then down his arms, squeezing at the wiry muscles hidden beneath soft skin and curls of body hair.

Just as your head started to go fuzzy, spinning and overwhelmed in the way you’d come to need, you heard the latch of the front door. Your eyes shot open again, and both you and Brian turned to see his driver at the entrance. Sadly, Brian removed his lips from your jugular, leaving a damp spot that was cold in the open air. Your heart pounded with nerves once more, and the shameful desire of being caught like this.

The driver put down the suitcases he was carrying and, after a wide eye-full, gazed only at the floor. He rubbed the back of his neck as he apologized.

“Sorry Bri… Miss Y/N…” he looked embarrassed, reeling back towards the outdoors. “I was just bringing the rest of your bags.”

Brian laughed openly, pulling away from the position where he’d trapped you, and smoothing his shirt out as he turned to his driver. He managed to fix where it had ridden up over his tummy, but you were sure the bulge you’d felt couldn’t be hidden so easily. “Sorry Phil. You don’t know how long we’ve been waiting.”

The driver shook his head, beet red, but he smiled in an exasperated sort of way. You could tell he was very familiar with his employer, but this was still a stretch to remain impassive. “I won’t make you wait any further then.”

“Ta.”

Brian was already turning back towards you as the other man locked the door. He had a deviant twinkle in his eye that you were becoming familiar with. Your stomach felt like it was in your knees. It was all still so new and confusing: why did it feel so good?

Brian looked like he knew. He looked like he wanted to devour you, and that he understood what was going through your body more than you yourself did. You were so lucky to be here. You still couldn’t believe it.

“You liked that, didn’t you? Naughty girl.” Brian drawled in a low, teasing voice, smirk evident. “You get all flushed and pretty when you’re caught.” He ran a playful finger along your reddened cheek and down your throat. “You want everyone to see who you belong to? Do you want the whole world to know you’re fucking MINE?”

He grabbed you again on the last word, locking your wrists between his fingers and pulling you against his body. It was almost painful, delicious and terrifying in how eagerly your body reacted to his touch, and the beautiful image he created with his words.

“Oh God”, you whined, ashamed and aroused all at once.

You tried to bury your face in his chest, but a strong hand grabbed under your chin and forced you to look him in the eye.

“We don’t have to hide anymore Y/N. Not here.” Brian’s voice purred, dark and sweet. “What do you want?”

You thought you could hear your heartbeat aloud. This was everything you’d craved and feared: everything you’d dreamed since before you had words to explain it.

“I want YOU… please Sir.” You stared at him with reverence. With lust and dependence swirling through every artery with your lifeblood. “I know I shouldn’t want it – want people to know. I should be good and quiet, and stay away so you don’t get in trouble. But I love when people see us together. I just love being with you Bri.”

He continued to look down at you with tender affection, standing sturdy even as you trembled. It was hard speaking the truth of your utmost desires. You knew Brian would never judge you, but he brought out cravings that you had only just admitted to yourself. You looked into his shining eyes, and whispered, because you couldn’t find your full voice. “But I think that… s- sometimes… what I want most… i-is whatever YOU want.”

Brian smiled, blinking slowly, like somehow he understood whatever the hell you’d just said. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and rubbed your arm. “Good girl,” he rumbled, “I always want you to share how you feel.” His grip grew harder. “Especially when you share dirty little thoughts like that.”

You could feel his manhood twitch against you, and though confusion lingered in your fuzzy mind, you were proud.

“Don’t worry darling, there will be plenty of time for you to think about what I want.” Brian smirked, stifling a chuckle. “In fact, I’m looking forward to that more than I should.” His cheeks finally reddened a tinge to match yours. “But first… I want to christen every damn room in this house. I want, to make you scream with pleasure on my cock, until even the bloody birds are sick of it.”

By the end of his tirade, Brian was almost growling. He looked at you so thoroughly that you felt ruined already. You both balanced on the edge, waiting until the moment you could finally let go.

“Does that sound… adequate… to you?”

His words were so clearly strained and spaced out, that you laughed. Ridiculous man.

“Fuck yes!”, you answered, “more than adequate.”

You both chortled in the comfortable, loving way that had already wormed into your heart. In only a second, Brian had grabbed under your bottom, squeezing as he lifted you up against his waist. You wrapped your legs around his bony hips. It was easy to support some of your own weight: your bodies fit together perfectly.

“Fuckin’ finally,” Brian grumbled under his breath. He carried you to the first available surface, which happened to be a wooden buffet down the hall.

He placed you on its top, briefly moving aside some photos and decorations. From here, you could see up a grand staircase and through an archway to the kitchen. You were curious and overwhelmed, and you couldn’t wait to see what treasures awaited you when you got to explore Brian’s home and possessions. A quick glance to the photos beside you showed black-and-white views of a much younger Brian, posing with his new guitar. Your heart clenched fondly. You wanted to see pictures of his childhood, of long-ago Queen events, of his friends and family. You wanted to learn everything you could about the man you loved.

But, for Brian, now was not the time. He had a singular goal in mind, and as soon as his skilled fingers pressed against your inner thighs, arousal flooded your brain and sex. You opened your legs for Brian’s access, and he wasted no time reaching under your skirt to tear off your thong.

You made a weak sound of protest, but he shrugged it off, focused more on other, more pleasurable things. “I’ll get you more baby. Besides, you don’t need to wear knickers here.”

You wanted to say something back – to tease him for his brash words and dirty thoughts – but Brian moved too quickly, and once his mouth was on your clit, you could do nothing but moan.

Brian pulled you right to the edge of the cabinet so that he had easy access to your sex. He growled at the taste of you like a man half-starved. His lips were wet and warm, mixing deliciously with the slick need your own body produced, and driving you rapidly to the point of ecstasy. You felt exposed, balanced on top of the buffet table and trying to remain still lest you break something priceless; you had nowhere to hide, and it meant you felt the full force of every single movement of Brian’s tongue.

He looked so huge between your thighs, bent down almost comically. His beautiful white curls cascaded over the tense muscles of your inner thighs: spread as wide as possible to accommodate his broad shoulders. His eyes were closed at first, as if he was lost in the sensations he’d been waiting so long to remember. You rocked your hips back against him in a slow rhythm. He felt so good. Just the sight of such an impressive man, driven wild in his frenzy to own every last inch of you. You could feel your climax approaching; it was Brian, gifting you this pleasure.

“Fuck… please Bri.”

Your voice was a wanton thing, high and desperate. You ran your fingers through the base of his curls and guided his head against you: never demanding, never leading, but showing your devotion in any way you could. Brian had waited weeks. Had flown out to collect you and invite you to his home because he’d missed this intimacy so much. And yet, this - your pleasure – was the first thing he wanted after walking through the door.

You could feel your breath coming in short gasps, sinful pressure building and building between your legs. “Oh God!” You were loud, and liberal with your praises. You wanted your wonderful man to know just how much he affected you, and now there was no limit to your volume or what you wanted to call him.

As you approached your peak, hazel eyes finally flicked open, staring smugly into your soul. Brian’s eyebrows twitched teasingly, even as he drove you to endless pleasure. He watched you build closer and closer, mouth agape and breasts heaving, until you were almost there, and then he stopped.

All of a sudden you were left with nothing, and your hips bucked in search of talented tongue as you whined, but Brian’s strong hands didn’t let you move. It was infuriating, beautiful, and you’d expected nothing else. The pleasure burning in your sex slowly faded to a dull baseline, and your tortured muscles clenched longingly as Brian spoke.

“Already Y/N?”, he chuckled, “I’ve been starving for this pretty pussy, and I want to make it last.”

You nodded, still reeling. “Sorry Bri. I’ve been waiting for you too… you just make me feel so good.”

Brian smiled wide, enough so you could see one of his sharp little canines. His chin glistened in the half light. “I do love my grateful little girl.” He readjusted slightly, rolling his shoulders to crack his stiff neck. “You can come once on my tongue, but no more. I don’t want you getting too sensitive… there is still SO much I want to do to you tonight.”

He dove back in before you could answer, and the sudden sensation on your recently denied nerve endings made you gasp. You jerked against him, but once more strong hands held you still. Having been teased before completion, your pleasure felt deeper and sharper than before. The smallest movements of Brian’s tongue sent your legs shivering. He took his time savouring your flavour: licking along your labia, nudging his long nose against your opening, scraping his teeth and his wet cheeks along your inner thighs.

When his lips eventually closed around your clit, another moan escaped your throat. Your bottom was beginning to grow sore atop the hard wooden cupboard, but you didn’t care, because Brian’s talented tongue finally gave you the steady, firm pressure that you’d been craving.

He gave; you received. And Brian was right. You were grateful. You begged and moaned and pulsed against him, holding so still and so good for your lover. “Oh fuck! Yes Bri… thank you… uuunngh!” You voice crested to higher and higher peaks, just as your body fell further into ecstasy. “Ahh! Ahh! Oh please Bri!!”

Brian groaned between your legs. He kept you on the brink of orgasm for what felt like ages, in the perfect range of prolonged pleasure. You were beyond wet. Beyond aroused. Putty in his big hands.

When he decided you were ready, Brian hummed against your sex, and his tongue finally slipped into your opening. He curled upwards, keeping pressure against your sensitive clit while at the same time reaching deeper inside. It was overwhelming, and it was exactly what you needed to shatter.

“Please, please Sir!” You chanted and rocked against his face, seeking desperately for release in those last few moments, until your muscles stopped working altogether, and you broke.

“Fuuuuccckk… Aaahh!” you cried, boneless and mindless as your climax took over. Your body was at once completely stiff and unresponsive. Something fell over beside you amidst your convulsions; you hoped it wasn’t important.

Your body had missed Brian’s touch. Missed his control. No one could make you come like Brian could. Your own fingers had been a poor substitute in the weeks without him. You were an addict, but relapsing had never felt so good. There was nothing but him in your thoughts in the few moments it took to catch your breath and come back to reality.

When you were ready, Brian was waiting for you, still between your legs, still pumping his tongue along with the pulses of your body until the very last wave of pleasure had crested. He looked up from his position with eyes as dark as you’d ever seen.

“Good girl.”

He praised you, as if you coming apart and experiencing the overwhelming ecstasy he’d provided was something you’d given him. The lust was evident in the gravel of his voice and the depth of his gaze, but there was also the same grateful admiration you knew was reflected in your own eyes.

“Thank you Sir.”

Brian smirked, placing a final kiss against the inside of your thigh, followed by a love-bite that left the imprint of his teeth briefly on your flesh, a sharp sensation, and a shiver up your spine.

“You’re welcome darling. Thank you,” Brian replied. “Now, every time I walk past this buffet, I’m gonna remember the taste of you, and how ruined you looked once I was done.”

He stood up, smug and satisfied, ignoring the crack of his knees after they were bent for so long. He wiped the remaining slick off his face with the bottom of his sleeve. Despite your recent orgasm, your cunt twitched at the sight. Then his hand made its way to the front of his trousers, where the bulge of his arousal had grown to its unmistakable size. Brian palmed his own erection openly: closing his eyes, leaning back, and groaning into the room like he was storing the memory of your debauchery into the back of his mind, never to be forgotten. He was beautiful. You couldn’t wait to make him feel as good as you’d just experienced.

“I’ve missed you so much Bri. I’ve missed being yours.” The words spilled out of your mouth in open truth. “I love you.”

It was a soft, gentle sentiment, because despite the ferocity and lasciviousness of the situation, the love and care were pervasive.

“I love and missed you too,” Brian answered, repeating the words you’d said to each other over and over since reuniting. A wet sparkle twinkled in his eye. He stared at you a moment, taking in your flushed cheeks, spread legs and dripping sex. And then he grinned. “Your little pussy is just as sweet as I remembered.”

His bold words made you squeak.

Brian pressed against the buffet. You felt his hard, wanting manhood bulging between your legs. He ground his hips against your core, not caring for the state of his trousers. It was perfect, sinful friction, teasing and leading you towards the pleasure yet to come. You wanted that big cock inside you. You wanted to take him, and worship every last inch.

“Are you gonna fuck me then? Please?” You smiled and looked up him through your eyelashes. You knew you were on the verge of misbehaving, but couldn’t resist the urge to tease Brian a bit too.

The ensuing smack on your ass was expected, and your skin burned warm and pleasant as Brian laughed. “What, here?” His look was indulging. He gave your waist an experimental squeeze, thrusting against you and watching as the wooden cabinet shook against the wall. “I think it might get a bit messy, impatient girl. And I want you to be comfortable – it’s been a while.”

He looked at you knowingly. Even now, with you on the buffet and your legs dangling, he towered over you. You were both well aware of the size of him. Your muscles clenched at the memory of stretching around his girth.

Brian’s gaze darkened further. “Have you had anything inside you since the tour?”

You shook your head, mouth suddenly dry. It was intrusive. It was so damn erotic you wanted to melt. “No. Just my own fingers. No one else.”

“Naughty girl…” Brian drawled, “…and how was that?”

“It wasn’t… enough.” You were beet red, this, so much more embarrassing than your current state of undress. “I couldn’t make myself… c- come. My pussy belongs to you only.”

No other man, no toy, nothing would ever compare to Brian, and he knew it. You had rarely wanted to try, so grieving and sick with the loss of him, but the few times your fingers found their way between your legs it was nothing but frustration. You’d never even considered another boy – you’d just missed your MAN.

Watching you squirm and struggle to admit your pathetic state, Brian’s lips twitched. He was smug; he was amazed. He was horny. His tongue came out to lick his plump lips, savouring the taste of the moment.

“Yes, darling. Your cunt is mine. YOU… are MINE.” His fingers, still on your small waist, would likely leave purple and brown spots to adore tomorrow. “You don’t know what it does to me Y/N… it’s just… fuck. You’re perfect.”

Brian stole a searing kiss from your lips: biting and owning your mouth with his tongue. You could still sense your own arousal in the taste of his saliva. He sucked your bottom lip as he pulled away, bringing a red flush to the surface.

“But… just as you belong to me… know that I belong to you too. I’ve fucked my own hand countless times thinking of you.” He stared into your eyes as he admitted it, much more confident talking about such things than you. “It wasn’t the same. I stared at the photos we took. Fuck – even the stereos.” He laughed and ran his fingers through the front of his fringe. “And when I came, it was with an empty feeling.”

You looked at his bushy, furrowed brow, confirming everything you’d imagined. Mirroring your own experience.

“And so… you’re here. Because I couldn’t forget you.” His eyes clenched shut, pained at his own perceived selfishness. “I stole you away because I’m weak. And because I can.”

“…and it was the best thing that ever happened to me.” You finished his string of statements with your own joy. “Truly.”

Brian’s eyes opened again, and he smiled. You loved how little it took. This wasn’t the same man who doubted your devotion to him at the beginning. This was the love of your life.

“I know,” he said, and your heart exploded.

This time, you were the one who leaned forward for a kiss. His handsome face was always begging for affection. You’d could spend ages memorizing every tiny, beautiful detail. The softness of his lips was so stark against his sharp features.

“Then take me to bed Bri, please.”

His smile could light the room.

“With pleasure.”

Brian scooped you down from the furniture and slowly lowered you to the floor. Your legs were still a bit shaky, but he was sturdy beside you, supporting gently until you found your footing. As the blood rushed back to your legs, you could already feel the pins-and-needles sensation from sitting over the sharp angle of the buffet.

Tenderly, Brian held your hand. His long, warm fingers engulfed your entire hand easily. He led you gently up the staircase, looking behind him every few steps to make sure you were keeping up, and perhaps to reaffirm you were truly here. With him. Together.

You felt like you were floating.

The journey to the bedroom was a rather short one. Brian led you down the upstairs hall with haste and purpose, mindful of both his aching erection and the dripping between your legs. In any other state, you would have spent time looking at all the wonderful photos and artwork that lined the walls, but right now the only thing you could think about was taking Brian’s big, throbbing cock.

The bedroom he brought you to was well furnished with the same wooden elements as the rest of the house. He turned to face you: small sideways smile and sparking eyes. He gestured behind him and tilted his head in invitation. You noticed a lack of personal elements in the room, but wouldn’t be surprised if Brian was avoiding his marital bedroom. It seemed he’d been living out of these quarters for a while at least, judging from the various articles of clothing draped around the room.

You didn’t comment on the gathering of forgotten teacups on one bedside table. The undisturbed side opposite was glaring. Hinting at pain and loneliness. But you were here now, and the least you could do was clean Brian’s little messes.

Your heart ached for the privilege.

Even as your sex throbbed.

After your brief impression of the room, your gaze drifted inevitably back to Brian. Dark eyes awaited you. His shoulders were tense, coiled and waiting for the moment he could have you. His presence filled the space. Anticipation hung in the air. And when you nodded, Brian grabbed your waist and threw you onto the bed.

His legs quickly bracketed your own as he arranged you on your back beneath him. You could see the tented need in his trousers, weeping through the material: so close, and yet so far. Brian’s body itself was a tease. He was so beautiful, so erotic and so fucking BIG, that your pussy clenched just being pinned below him.

Brian was made for sex, dependent on pleasure, and cursed to require endless affection- from his friends, lovers, the world. It was a darkly endearing mixture, and you craved it like no other. His desperation - the way he clawed at your clothing to get to your bare flesh – it made you feel alive. You wanted nothing more than to give him everything.

”Please Brian,” you moaned, helping him rid the last remnants of clothing from your body. You arched your back up so that your stomach rubbed against his, and pressed your thigh along the bulge in his pants. “I need you. Need all of you.”

Brian chuckled, and his deft fingers popped open the button at his waistline. “You want this babygirl?” He fished his manhood out of its confines, bulbous tip leaking onto your stomach. Your abs fluttered at the sight. Of course you’d meant his cock, long and thick and glistening red. Huge. Brian smirked with the assured masculine confidence his biology provided. He was well-versed, experienced over more than two of your lifetimes. Everyone wanted his cock.

You nodded, eyes blown wide with lust. Your hands shook in reverence as one wrapped around his girth. But… at the same time… your other hand pulled at his shirt. YOU, wanted more than most of the women he’d laid with. You gave a pleased smile, stroking him slowly. “I want everything, please.”

Treasured memories flooded your head. From the first night, you’d wanted ALL of him. The highs and the lows. The rockstar, the shy insecurity beneath. All the dirty little secrets he hid inside. You loved every single part of the man above, and your heart swelled with affection as your lover bared his true self to you.

Here, he didn’t hide his smile lines. Now, he didn’t flinch at the touch of your hand on his tummy. He didn’t hide himself from you. He didn’t hold his demanding, wicked tongue nor suppress his taste for control and praise. With YOU, Brian was as much himself as he could ever be.

And he was incredible.

You watched an indulgent smile grow upon his face. Brian loved how you appreciated him. He stayed straddling you, one knee on either side of your hips, and slowly pulled his shirt off as his cock bobbed between you.

You melted immediately, and you saw Brian’s eyes watch greedily as you trembled. The swell of his stomach stood out above his manhood, creamy white where the grey curls of pubic hair faded into a small trail. His fuzzy shoulders looked strong and broad, tapering down to the shadowy hint of biceps and eventually to long, sinuous fingers that drove you mad.

He was everything you’d ever want: so distinctively masculine. So confident above you, looming large and stunningly gorgeous. His perfect white curls shone in the light like a divine power.
You would never understand the primal instinct inside yourself. The one that told you to give yourself over to this man, and only this man. To lay yourself at his feet and beg for him to please himself within you. To own you. To make you feel loved and worthwhile as a vessel for his desires.

It felt so wrong, but with Brian it was right.

You whined as his trousers were quickly divested too, overwhelmed by the full expanse of him at last. His cock jutted proudly above the waistband of his pants: far too large to be contained at full size. His body showed the evidence of his need, having yearned for you so long that his length was already as thick and dripping as you’d ever seen it. He pulled the elastic down to free his heavy sac until, finally, he was as bare as you. You stared, transfixed, drooling at the view of his entire manhood. How his lengthy shaft fit so perfectly above his large, full scrotum. You could feel your cunt clench in anticipation. You needed him inside.

Brian cleared his throat, and you were startled out of your observations, back to the smirk upon his face. You could never hide your desperation, and he loved it.

“Enjoying yourself, are you?” He asked facetiously. It was obvious you were in heaven. “Is this old man everything you were hoping for?” He used your previous words against you, teasing and self critical, but there was no longer any hurt behind his eyes. He knew how much you loved him. He was simply stating the facts, with a smile on his face. He WAS a lot older than you. And wasn’t it delicious.

“Yes Sir.” Your reply was whispered in hushed reverence, breathy between the nervous heaving of your chest. He crawled closer to you again, finding position between your legs, and you opened your knees in immediate approval. “I want you so bad.”

Brian fisted his big cock, smearing the precum along his entire length until it shone. You were dripping, but it made you confident to know he was too. His tip, thick and red, loomed massive between your thighs. Teasing. Taunting.

You whimpered again, anticipating the perfect pain of the stretch he would be after so long. “Please Bri.”

He pressed the head of his cock against your opening, smearing your arousal with his own. Briefly, gentle fingers rubbed your clit. A knowing hand reconnecting after time apart. He still knew how to play your body perfectly.

“Ready babygirl?” Hazel eyes met yours. His smirk had grown into a full smile. His gaze – dark as sin – still held kindness and love throughout his features. In the crinkling of his eyes. In his tender voice. You loved him SO much. Your heart pounded in both affection and nervous energy.

“Please.”

You begged, for what seemed like the millionth time, and Brian held your gaze as he gave you what you wanted.

The ruddy tip of his cock pushed slowly into your body, guided by his steady hands. Almost immediately the stretch was present. You were more than wet enough, but Brian’s size was always a challenge that took your breath away. Your breathing stuttered, hitching when the head slipped past your opening. The familiar feeling of his girth settled in your muscles, recently forgotten, but unmistakable.

Brian groaned, deep and guttural, appreciating the warm tight space your body provided. He stilled above you, only a few inches inside: reining in the instinct to claim you fully so that you could adjust.

“FUCK Y/N…” he growled, biting the plump swell of his lower lip, “you’re so bloody tight. You feel PERFECT.”

You couldn’t say anything back. Every neuron in your body was overwhelmed by the sensation, and there wasn’t anything left to from words. “Unnnnnggghhh…” was all you could manage: a primal sound of submission and belonging.

Brian seated himself a bit further, hissing at the vice-like grip of your pussy. You could feel every ridge of every vein in his shaft. He was kind and careful, and it still ached on the border of pain, but this is what you were made for. You loved the feeling of being split open. Of giving over control of your mind and body to someone you trusted more than anything.

You wanted more. You needed the heat of his body pressed fully against you. Deep and utterly claimed. Without thinking, your hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him towards you, even as your thighs shook with the strain.

Your insistence drew a breathy sound from Brian: somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. “I’ll have to keep my girl nice and full, so it’s not this difficult every time.” He rubbed your thighs, soothing you, in awe of the way you trembled beneath him. “Ready for my cock every day.”

He teased weeks of prolonged pleasure and debauchery in his big house: just two lovers exploring themselves without the threat of the outside world. But you barely heard him. You simply moaned, boneless with eyes rolled back and breaths focused, overwhelmed by the size of him inside after so long. You were mush, drifting in the instant submission his cock required. You let your body relax into pleasure. Taking what he gave you, until your voice returned and you were pleading for more like a good, good girl.

“Oh GOD. FUCK Brian; you’re so fucking big.” His cock stretched your walls until they ached, and yet your hips rocked slowly, addicted to it all. Inch by inch, you brought him inside, until your bottom met his hips. You thought you could feel him in your throat.

Brian heaped you with praises, “good girl, beautiful girl,” as you quaked. He brought a hand to your lower stomach, pressing lightly against the outline of his length within your small body. Even the lightest pressure was too much, in the best way. You moaned.

As if unable to resist, even as you whined, Brian thrust his hips and pushed the final length inside. Your bodies joined together as one. He stared, fascinated by bulge in your womb. You imagined he could feel his hard cock against his hand.

“Oh darling…” his voice carried the same reverence you felt. “You’re incredible.”

His cock reached so deep inside, pushing to the limit of your biology and nudging your cervix with every breath. You were so full. So loved. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. There was nothing more perfect than this.

You cried soft tears, not from pain, but from the sudden, complete sensation of happiness. You could never have imagined your life would lead to this moment. You were so happy it did. With Bri, together. And nothing else mattered.

When you finally opened your eyes, Brian’s were wet too. The image of his face was blurry beneath your tears.

“Don’t cry little one,” he murmured sweetly, and wiped the trail of tears from the corners of your eyes with his thumbs. “Take your time.”

You sniffed, smiling so hard it squeezed your cheeks. Bursting with love. “I’m just so happy.”

Brian’s expression matched your own. “Me too.” He leaned down to kiss you, finally gifting the warm weight of his skin against your stomach.

His lips tasted of salt, of wept emotions, and of him. Something so unique that the world couldn’t help but adore. And you were the lucky one that got to taste it. You were the one whom his mouth caressed now. Who made him feel loved. Who worshipped and adored every wrinkle, every curl.

You moaned between his soft lips, meeting him enthusiastically with every motion. Your tongues danced together and savoured the moment your bodies finally reconnected as one. With the weight of Brian on top of you, the weight of the world was irrelevant. He tasted divine.

The greedy lips of your lover continued to devour your mouth, then under your jawline to your neck, sucking a deep red mark to claim your skin. You felt your sex clench – signalling how well you’d adjusted to the stretch of his cock between your legs, and how much you loved his possession.

Brian must have felt it too, groaning as he pulled away, giving a final warm lick to your neck. His eyes were impossibly dark when you saw them again. “Ready?”

You nodded, but you knew through weeks of trial that he wanted a verbal confirmation too. “Yes Bri. Fuck me, please.”

His answering chuckle was dark and delightful.

Experimentally, Brian rolled his hips, moving the massive fullness he’d filled you with. Two sounds of pleasure immediately filled the room: yours high and warbling, his low and guttural. Your vaginal walls flexed around his cock, squeezing with even this small movement. A gush of your slick arousal coated the base of his shaft and dripped onto his scrotum. It was almost embarrassing, how desperate you were for him, constantly. Though you knew Brian’s ego appreciated it.

Even now, that damned sexy smirk was back, accompanying wide, dark, grateful eyes. “There’s a good girl,” he drawled, “taking my cock so well.”

He thrust again, a little harder. His length dragged deliciously along your insides, spreading you open before driving back in deep to meet your cervix again. Then again, and again. Every nerve in your core flared into extreme pleasure. The kind of stimulation that was almost too much.

You glanced to the place your bodies joined: watching Brian’s thick manhood pull out, coated in your juices, then fill you once more to the point of bursting. His stomach pressed against yours every time he seated himself fully, squishing erotically into your skin, and then bouncing slightly when he moved away. His strong thighs gave you endless pleasure. His long arms bracketed your shoulders and kept you safe. His eyes, brilliant and beautiful, expressed so much love and desire that you couldn’t meet them for too long, or you’d come far too soon.

No longer holding himself back, Brian grunted in pleasure and exertion as he filled you. “I’m not going to last long honey.” His brow knitted in apology, but you shook your head. You knew how long he’d been waiting for this. It was almost a complement.

“Me neither. Please, take what you need.”

Brian’s definition of quick was nothing compared to some of the partners you’d had in college, but either way, you didn’t even care if you came. You just wanted him to feel good. Your sex fluttered, happy to be used.

“Fuck,” he snarled. His thrusts turned purposeful, driving into your core like a man possessed. A primal claim of your body and soul. “You’re dripping.”

It was because of him. And you told him as much. Bundles of praises fell from your lips one after another, telling him how beautiful he was, how strong. How good he felt inside you. How you loved being his. You were lost in the fuzzy, warm haze of submission, and the words came without hesitation or embarrassment.

The filthy sounds of your lovemaking created a steady rhythm. Wet friction, slapping skin, harsh breaths. You didn’t always need words to describe your devotion. Brian readjusted his hands to get better leverage, and at the same time he brought one to rest beside your neck. His long thumb was able to reach across your windpipe without bearing weight, stroking your neck as he thrust inside your body. It wasn’t restricting you in any way, but it served as a reminder: where you were, whom you belonged to. He played with the necklace that you still wore, and would wear forever. His gift, a shining meteor of love burning bright.

The intimacy was present alongside the lust, which grew stronger with every passing minute of heat and tangled limbs. You could feel yourself approaching another climax. Brian’s mouth had dropped open, plump lip bobbing, heaving unfocused breaths lost in the pleasure of it all. His eyes alternated between starting at the sight of you debauched below him, and rolling to the back of his skull when you clenched around his cock.

“Come on baby,” he growled, “You’re doing so well. Such a good girl for me.”

You knew he wanted you to come on his cock. To milk him dry as he filled you up, fucking his love and his claim and his seed into your willing cunt. He needed it. You shuddered at the image. At the insinuation. Even with this, you could do nothing but give Brian what he wanted.

“Oh fuck! Aaaagggh!”, you moaned. Brian’s dirty mind had spilled over into your own, and the vision of your own little body being filled by his much larger one – stuffed full and dripping with his cock and his come – was pushing you over the edge.

Every thrust felt sharper as your body tightened near release. There was a sea of searing pleasure just dammed out of reach, but close enough to drive you mad trying to chase it. You felt so good. Owned, completely and utterly. You were going to come, hard, and you needed Brian to come too.

“Oh God! Please! Fill me with your come!” You called, begging. “Make me yours.”

Brian’s hips stuttered, and you knew he was close too. He couldn’t resist your complete willingness.

“Fucking dirty little girl,” he snarled, grunting between short breaths as he chased ecstasy. “So – mmnnph! – desperate for my cock.”

He laid out the filthy truths one by one, and you chanted “yes, yes, yes!” repeatedly with his thrusts and his sentiments.

“You are MINE.”

“From the very first moment I saw you, you belonged to ME.”

You knew it was true; you pleaded for more. He’d ruined you. The hand on your throat tightened faintly. Your vision blurred.

“I’m going to fill you so fucking full of my come that it’ll be dripping from your pretty cunt. And when it stops… I’ll fuck you again and fill you right back up.”

You could feel your body cracking. Any moment now, you would break.

“I want everyone to fucking know how you beg for me. How you scream for me.”

“Ahhh!” Your ‘pleases’ turned to incoherent sounds of pleasure. You moaned, rammed again and again into the mattress by the unstoppable force of him.

And, yes, a part of you did get off on the degradation of it all. But, here, there was no one around to sneer. You could scream your dirtiest thoughts at the top of your lungs without fear. The only shame was inside yourself, and that just made everything better.

“Do what you were made for, Y/N, and come on my big cock!”

At his command - all passion and power and honest need - you shattered.

“BRRRIAAAANN!!!!” You shrieked in sharp pleasure, the waves finally crashing down as the dam burst. You felt your inner muscles lock tight around Brian’s manhood, keeping him deep within you and almost unable to move. He groaned at the sensation, the sound nearly drowned out by the ringing in your ears. It was so much. HE, was so much.

It felt like you were being held open by his cock and plundered to your core. You were bare, vulnerable, giving yourself over to the pleasure he provided you. Your entire body shook with the force of it all. The primal yearning inside you, finally sated with submission and safety.

Unable to think straight, you drifted amongst the tides of ecstasy, rocking your hips as your body clenched in rhythm. Soaking Brian’s shaft as he filled your increasingly tight cunt.

“Please, please,” you begged, still cresting from your peak, demanding what you truly wanted: Brian’s pleasure.

Brian’s hips thrust erratically. You locked your ankles behind his back, pulling him even closer towards you with all the strength your jellied legs had left. His eyes were shut tight; his eyebrows angled in lax bliss. His mouth still hung open and his lower lip trembled, begging for that inevitable release.

“Please Sir,” you begged one final time and watched as his eyes shot open to look at you. “I LOVE you.”

His gaze locked onto yours – bottomless, beautiful hazel - and with a final cry of acceptance and relief, Brian came.

He groaned, releasing his pleasure into your body in a series of uninhibited movements. His come flooded your womb, claiming you deep inside, while he thrust his cock even further still, as if he could never be close enough. His skin pressed against yours snugly with nothing but the stick of sweat between. Your pussy ached with the stretch. You loved every moment of it.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed and overwhelmed by this all-consuming connection. You had never felt Brian come so much. He continued to shudder and spurt inside you, watching in awe as you took it all.

He released the hand that he’d had wrapped around your throat, stroking your neck for a moment, and then bringing it once again to your lower stomach. His warm fingers flitted over the surface of your skin. Then, he pressed down again, feeling the length of his spent cock inside. His heavy balls gave a final twitch, empty and wholly satisfied. He almost purred with pleasure.

“Good girl Y/N.” He grinned, devastatingly handsome, and the deep tone of his voice almost made you come again. He was still breathing heavily from the exertion, and the rationed oxygen gave him a raspy quality that personified the sins you’d so recently enjoyed.

You whined uselessly; you were still so full that your thoughts were cloudy. But Brian could sense these things. He knew you better than you knew yourself. He chuckled, continuing to pet the skin above your uterus, and brought his other hand to the swollen bundle of nerves where your legs remained splayed around his cock. The area was soaked, and the sounds were filthy.

He stroked your clit expertly, applying just the right amount of pressure against the tissue in its already engorged state. His murmured praises drifted through your consciousness softly.

“You were perfect baby. You take my cock so well.” The movements of Brian’s thumb against your nub picked up speed. “Look at you… stuffed full of me… and loving every second of it.”

Your inner walls fluttered around his still-hard cock. Your hips rocked as much as his weight would let them.

“You’re gonna come again, aren’t you baby? Such a perfect little girl.” Brian’s words pushed you to another peak you didn’t know was possible. “I can’t believe this is all for me Y/N. You’re amazing. I love you so fucking much.”

Your head tipped further back into the soft mattress so your back could arch. You panted, open-mouthed, exhausted, and you knew he would have you again.

“Now darling, come for me again..”

His words, commanded with the confidence and power you gave him, were irresistible. Another orgasm spread from your clit throughout your body. It was softer than the last one: a gift, rather than pent up desperation. Your muscles coiled from the pleasure, and you thanked your lover as your cunt once again coated his cock. A pearly mess of yours and Brian’s come escaped around his slowly softening girth, pushed out by your clenching muscles.

As your sex pulsed in the final throes of ecstasy, you felt completely sated in both mind and body. The solid presence of Brian’s body above you - and within you – was intimate bliss. He was safe, he was strong, and he would always take care of you to the very best of his ability.

And in return, you would give him everything. The love you had for this man knew no limits.

You eventually found your voice. “Oh my God… Brian,” you leaned heavily on his name, carrying the praise within your tone. “You are incredible.”

He truly was. You would never be able to fully accept you were worthy of him, but he’d helped you come a long way. And you knew you’d helped him too.

“So are you darling. You make me so happy.”

Hearing him say that brough a beaming smile to your face, which Brian promptly found and kissed. He nuzzled your nose with his. You cuddled and laughed together: floating high on endorphins. Overjoyed in each others’ arms, surrounded by the freedom of truly belonging. You fit together perfectly.

“Have I told you how much I love you?”, you asked, coming up for air between kisses. You knew your eyes sparkled the same as his.

“Perhaps once or twice,” Brian smirked, “But I look forward to you reminding me every day.”

Brian rolled you over, changing so that you were now lying on top of his chest. You would be able to rest for longer this way, without the weight of him pressing against your lungs. He was always so gentle with you after lovemaking. You appreciated it just as much as the way his cock had plundered you earlier. He remained inside you even now, soft and askew from the movements. You knew you both loved the feeling. Sighing, you gave a gentle squeeze, and smiled as Brian groaned from the tightening around his sensitive length.

“Don’t be a naughty girl Y/N. I’m an old man, you know.” His tone was light and jesting. “I know you love to be stuffed full of my cock, but you must give me a moment to recover.”

You rolled your eyes, whining in mock misery.

“BUT… we can stay together until I’m ready to fuck you again.” He smirked, enjoying the debauchery of it all. That he could do this, with you. Like it wasn’t his plan all along.

He made you feel so delightfully small. So pliable in his grip.

“I don’t think it’ll be too long. I’ve missed your sweet little cunt.” He chuckled too, enjoying the red that had bloomed across your face. “I’ve missed YOU.”

Suddenly feeling vulnerable and shy, you buried your head in the welcome scent of his neck. You knew you were coming out of the warm, submissive haze, and that it wasn’t always easy. But there was no one better to hold you through it than Brian.

He petted your hair and kissed the part of your forehead still within reach of his lips. He let you mouth along his collar bone, and tangle your legs around his ridiculously long ones. Time was immaterial in his embrace.

You could still feel the cooling presence of Brian’s spend between your legs, but there wasn’t anything off-putting about it. You couldn’t find a single fault with how you felt right now. It was perfect… but it made you remember something. Something important.

You’d almost forgotten about the pregnancy test – still in its pink packaging - waiting in the bag that you’d thrown somewhere in the hall. You remembered the nervousness you’d felt thinking about such things when you were all alone. The shame. The fear. Now though, your chest didn’t tighten in quite the same way.

Now, you knew… whatever happened… you’d be okay.

Brian’s hands ran up and down your spine, oblivious to the thoughts in your head, but comforting all the same.

You had someone who loved you. Someone you loved back with all your heart.

And, together, you were ready for anything.

...

THE END xx
(of this story, but thankfully not for our two lovers)

 

This beautiful fanart is by @XanaduHoneydew. I have to say a HUGE thank you to her for being my number one supporter throughout these 6 YEARS of writing! Love you girl.

Notes:

Thank you to all the readers who have been with me for any portion of this journey, and especially to those that have remained through the good times and bad. This story has helped me through a lot of feelings in my own life - and at times I think it's hindered me as well - so there are mixed feelings as I end this story. Truly, 6 years is a ridiculous length of time. I'm already nostalgic. Thank you, thank you SO MUCH.

And thank you Brian - both the real man, who inspired everything, but who I hope to God never finds this fic - and to AAO Bri: the man of my dreams, for letting me escape into a fantasy so much better than my own life.

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Thanks for reading!