by Hamel, B. B.
He’s smiling at me, head cocked, a look of surprise on his lips. But I’m angry now and on a roll.
“I’ve met guys like you, thinking you can just slip into my life and use me. You’ll tell all your friends about how you hooked up with that singer, what’s her name, the famous one. You’ll pretend like you don’t care anything about me. Is that all you are? Just another, just another, just another fucking leech?”
He stands up suddenly and grabs my wrist. I gasp in surprise, stumbling backwards as he pushes me back against the wall. He pins my wrists up above my head, first my right, then my left.
“You think that’s why I’m here?” he whispers in my ear.
“Screw you, asshole,” I say, struggling, but he holds me tight.
“No,” he says gently. “I don’t want to use you, little princess. I don’t want to tell anyone about you. I want you all to myself.”
I meet his gaze, anger still there, but starting to fade.
“What do you want then?” I ask him, almost pleading.
“I told you, little princess. You float through the world like nothing can touch you, but that’s not what you need. I want to give you even more.”
“I don’t want more,” I whisper.
“Liar.” He smirks and bites my bottom lip, just enough to hurt.
“Asshole,” I grunt at him, struggling again, but he’s like iron in front of me.
“You want me to let you go? I’ll let you go, just say the word. That’s not what you want, though. You want to piss me off so that I’ll take you, here and now.”
“Take me?” I whisper.
“Fuck your tight little princess cunt. I’ve been teasing you, nice to you, but you don’t want nice anymore.”
“Fuck you. You don’t know what I want.”
He kisses me hard, almost enough to hurt. He bites my lip and tightens his grip on my wrists as he kisses my neck. I gasp as his leg comes up between my legs, pushing up against my pussy, and I can’t help myself.
I grind down against his thigh, panting softly.
Oh, god. Pleasure floods through me. I fight to keep the anger, struggling against him again, but I don’t tell him to let me go. I don’t want him to let me go. I want him to keep me there, pinned against that wall, hands on my wrists. I don’t want him to be gentle with me like everyone else.
He kisses me hard as I roll my hips against his thigh. I’m still wearing the dress from the show and there’s nothing put a pair of black panties between his jeans and my soaking wet pussy. He grunts and kisses my neck, lips lingering as I roll my hips again.
“You think this is supposed to hurt me?” I gasp at him. “You think you’re so strong? I’m half your size.”
His eyes are hot fire now, half anger, half desire. He releases my right wrist and he grabs my hair hard. I gasp, grabbing the back of his neck, grinding down harder against his leg.
“Get off it, princess. You’re so great and famous, but look at you now. Grinding your wet cunt against my leg like you can’t get enough.”
“Fuck you,” I whisper, grinding down harder, shaking and sweating. I can’t tell if I’m out of breath from the show or from the pleasure blooming all through me.
He tightens his grip. “You think you can just get off right here like this?” he whispers. “Fuck that. I’ve been patient, but I’m tired of being patient with you. Tired of holding back.”
He growls and suddenly pulls back. I gasp angrily but he spins me around, lifting my dress up over my hips, ripping the panties down.
“Oh, fuck, be careful, the costume—”
“Fuck your costume,” he growls at me, pushing me against the wall, one hand behind my back and the other pinned again. He pulls my panties down around my knees and he releases the wrist on the wall, though I don’t drop it. I feel his fingers between my legs, teasing my pussy from behind, rolling along my clit, sliding inside of me.
He pins me tight against the wall. It hurts and it feels good and fuck, it’s confusing. I want to fight away from him, just to see if I can, but I can’t move an inch. I’m completely controlled and dominated.
“That’s right, princess,” he growls in my ear. “You wanted the hurt? You can have it.”
I feel his fingers leave my pussy and I watch over my shoulder as he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans. I watch as he takes the thickest cock I’ve ever seen from his boxer briefs, rock hard already. He strokes himself and kisses me over my shoulder.
I gasp as I feel him press against my soaking wet pussy. I’m open for him, open and ready and oh, fucking god, I don’t know if I can even take a cock like that, but it doesn’t matter. I want it so badly. I want him to tear me to pieces, to fuck me so rough that everyone in this fucking stadium hears every single moan.
He releases the wrist behind my back and places it against the wall before grabbing my hair with that hand. He tilts my chin up and kisses my neck and lips.
“Say it,” he says gently.
“Daddy,” I moan.
And then he plunges his cock deep between my legs.
I throw my head back and gasp as he sinks nice and deep. My whole body shivers as pleasure and pain bloom between my legs. He growls again, groaning, grunting, as his cock slides deeper inside of me.
He’s so big, so, so big. I’m on fire, pleasure and pain and more, and he tightens his grip on my hair.
“That’s right girl,” he growls in my ear. “You dirty, filthy fucking girl. You’ve been dying to have this cock in your tight cunt. I know it, princess. You act like a good little prissy girl, when really you just need hard cock to make you happy.”
“Fuck, yes,” I whisper as he grinds his hips. He slaps my ass with his free hand and I’ve totally forgotten about everything else outside of this moment. My fans, my job, the people on my team, where we are, it’s all gone, all totally gone.
This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. If we get caught…
But god, even the thought of getting caught makes it so much hotter. I don’t care anymore, about anything, about anyone, except Graham and his big cock and his muscular body and his incredible eyes and that voice growling in my ear.
He starts to fuck me, grinding and thrusting inside of me, and I grip my fingers against the wall, skin turning white around my knuckles.
He spanks my ass hard and pulls my hair, making me gasp. Moans escape my lips and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, letting this man rip into my pussy like this, but it feels so good. I’m losing it, losing it completely, moaning and panting.
Pleasure and pain. It’s all I can think about right now.
“Is this what you’ve been dreaming about princess?” he growls in my ear. “This cock deep between your legs? You’re dripping wet, begging for more. I never imagined you’d be the type to beg for cock.”
“I’m not,” I gasp.
He grabs my hair, pulls it back. I groan as his teases my breasts with the other hand.
“And yet here you are, taking my cock like a filthy girl.”
“Oh, god, Daddy. I know it’s wrong. I just don’t care.”
“That’s right,” he croons, thrusting deep inside. He spanks my ass nice and hard. “You only need your Daddy now.”
He fucks me hard again, thrusting deep and rough, his strong hands on my hips. I push back against him, wild and unable to contain my desire. I push back and thrust down along his hard shaft, taking his big cock deep inside my pussy, letting him fill me nice and wet and deep.
I gasp his name, calling him Daddy. I hate giving a man like him power over me but I know he already has it, whether I like it or not. He’s my big Daddy now, the kind of man I’ve always dreamed about. He’s muscle and power and anger and I love it, love letting him fuck my pussy, thrust up inside me, taking me like this.
He pins me against the wall again, one hand in my hair, the other pulling one wrist behind my back. I gasp as my cheek is pressed against the cool, smooth wall and his cock fucks me hard. He’s merciles
s, growling in my ear, making shivers run down my spine, pleasure burn all along my skin.
I’ve never felt something like this before and I’m afraid I will never feel it again.
I groan and wiggle my hip but he keeps me there, fucking me, using me, giving me pleasure. He pulls my hair and releases my wrist to spank my ass again before turning me around suddenly, violently. He grabs my wrists and holds them up above my head as he kisses my breasts and nipples, biting down.
I gasp and he pulls me over to my dressing table. He shoves makeup aside and puts me down on top of it. I wrap my legs around his waist and he thrusts himself up inside of me again, holding onto my hair and back with his strong, muscular arms.
He fucks me like that. He kisses my lips and bites down and I groan as his cock rips through me. I need more, need him to keep filling me up, keep fucking me rough. I want him to use me and make me feel good. Every inch of my skin vibrates for more, god, so much more.
I put one hand down onto the dressing table and hold onto the back of his neck with the other as he thrusts into me harder, faster, rougher. The whole table moves as we fuck, swaying and shaking and neither of us care. I moan into his kiss and I can feel fresh sweat on my skin and I’m ready for him, god, I’m so ready.
I roll my hips and suddenly he presses against my clit with his right thumb. I gasp and I know I can’t take much more of this. He keeps fucking me, rough and deep, gently rolling my clit in delicious circles.
I groan as I start to come. “Go ahead, princess,” he whispers. “Come for your Daddy. Come on my big, hard cock.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck me, Daddy. Don’t fucking stop.”
He keeps going, merciless and intense as the orgasm rips through me. I feel like I black out, maybe just for an instant, as the intense pleasure overwhelms me and there’s nothing but his body, nothing but pleasure.
As I finish, I feel him groan, feel his thrusts get faster and more desperate. He comes inside of me, deep inside, filling me up. I gasp, grabbing onto him, groaning. I can feel him deep in me, and I love it, I love feeling him fill me like this.
Slowly I come down. He holds me for a second, our skin pressed together. “That’s what you needed,” he whispers to me. “My good little princess.”
I kiss his lips gently. “Keep calling me princess and you’ll never get that again.”
He laughs and pulls away from me. I gasp and lean back against the mirror, legs dangling over the side of the table. I watch him put his clothes back on.
“I’d better go,” he says.
“I guess so.”
“Can’t get caught fucking the bodyguard, can you?”
I glare at him. “Guess not.”
He smirks for a second, and I think he wants to say something else. But he just turns and leaves without another word.
I watch him go and sigh. Fucking hell. He’s right, I really can’t get caught doing this with him.
But I also don’t think I can stop myself.
10
Graham
Her body, her moans, holy fuck.
I didn’t know pussy could be so goddamn good.
I’ve only ever felt alive one other time like that. Only once, out in the desert, late at night with the stars shining, we were ambushed and pinned down for nearly four hours. It was horrifying and incredible and fucking hell, do I miss fighting.
But fucking Katie, my fucking god…
Maybe I don’t need the desert after all.
It wasn’t just that pussy that drove me wild. It was everything about her. The way she moaned, wanted me to spank her tight ass, wanted me to tease her and take her and make her fucking mine. It was the way she called me Daddy and begged for me to keep fucking her.
She’s a wild one, under all that makeup and glamour. She’s a dirty, filthy girl, and I’m only just getting started.
I need to be careful, though. If I fuck this up for her and get us caught, I’ll lose that tight little cunt and those amazing lips for good. I know if I fuck up her career just to get some, I’ll ruin something potentially amazing.
So I gotta be careful. Yesterday was a little risky, taking her in the dressing room like that. Someone could’ve heard, and probably did. They probably just assumed she was in there with that junkie fuck, Jasper.
Doesn’t matter. After fucking her, I took her back to the hotel, but dropped her at the door. I wanted to drag her into my room like a goddamn caveman and ravish her fucking body all night long but I held back. Stupid maybe, but shit. I know enough to know I can’t rush a good thing.
So we travel to the next city, the next stadium, the next show. It’s all starting to blur together and we’re only on our third stop of this motherfucking monstrosity. I don’t know how they keep it all together through the whole thing.
At the venue, Katie goes through her whole thing and I keep out of her way. I don’t want to distract her, not too much at least. Jasper’s hanging around too, which makes me wonder why the motherfucker ain’t off doing his own job, but whatever, fuck him. It doesn’t matter.
The night goes like all the others. Katie gets on stage and wrecks it, absolutely fucking kills it. I’m surprised all over again at how easily I can fall into her routine and get into her show, even when I’m not really into that kind of music.
Fucking hell, the girl’s just magnetic.
Afterward, instead of a party in the green room, we head out to some club the promoter owns. It’s loud but it’s not too crowded, and I hover over the VIP area, watching out for everyone.
Katie doesn’t drink much, just sips a little wine, and listens to Jasper talk her ear off. I can’t help but watch her close, wondering when I’ll get a chance to taste that pussy next. She glances in my direction and quickly looks away, embarrassed that I catch her looking. I’m not embarrassed, though. I want her to know what’s on my damn mind.
“Why are you always just hovering around?”
I look over and Jasper’s leaning against the wall nearby, frowning at me over his phone. I don’t remember when he got up and walked over. I guess I’m too busy watching my fucking princess to notice this dick.
“It’s my job,” I grunt at him.
“Your job? You just stand around looking all pissed off. You should have a drink or something.”
“No thanks.” I look away from him, back out to the crowd.
“Oh, come on.” He comes closer. “Have a drink.”
“Fuck off.”
That surprises him. “Excuse me?”
“I said, fuck off. I’m not interested.”
His eyes go wide. “I’m offering you a drink, asshole. I’m trying to be nice.”
“Take your nice and shove it up your ass,” I say to him, not even bothering to look over.
“What… why… you can’t talk to me that way,” he manages to sputter. “You fucking monkey.”
I glance at him. “Call me a monkey again. See what happens.”
He opens his mouth and I stare at him. He makes the right decision though and shuts it again.
“I don’t know why we put up with you,” he says, as if he has any say in the matter. “You’re just some stupid piece of shit we pay to do our dirty work. You’re beneath me.” He’s sneering at me, and I want to wipe that look off his face.
But Katie comes over before I have the chance.
“Everyone okay?” she asks a little nervously.
“Fine,” I grunt.
“Just telling your bodyguard here just how important he is.” Jasper’s still sneering like a little punk.
“Jasper,” Katie warns.
“Why don’t you fire him?” he asks her suddenly, a little whine in his voice. “That ape attacked me and yet he’s still here. What the hell, Katie?”
“We went over this,” she says, sounding tired.
“I don’t care, I want him gone.”
“Jasper,” she says, but I step up to the little junkie shit.
“You should leave the girl alone,”
I growl at him. “You twerp.”
He glares at me. “What are you gonna do, huh? Attack me again? You won’t have a good excuse this time.”
“I’m not sure I care,” I say, getting ready to smash his face in.
“Enough!” Katie says, stepping between us. “Oh my god, you two, enough. It’s like the most pathetic pissing match ever.”
I grunt at her and turn away from him. She’s right, I shouldn’t waste my time on this little piece of shit, but I can’t help it.
“What a stupid ape,” Jasper says. “He knows who his master is.”
I clench my fists and I turn back just in time to see Katie slap Jasper across the face.
I stare, a little stunned. Jasper looks just as surprised. I don’t think she hit him all that hard, but it clearly stung a little bit. He wasn’t expecting it, either.
“What the hell, Katie?” he snaps at her.
“Stop calling him that,” she says angrily. “I’m so sick of you being an asshole. Why don’t you just go back to the hotel?”
“Excuse me? I don’t feel like going back to the hotel.”
“Don’t be a child.” She glares at him, staring him down.
For a second, I think I should intervene. I know Jasper is the kind of guy that would hit a girl. There’s no doubt in my mind. But he keeps himself restrained, probably because other people are staring now.
“Fine,” he says finally, anger rolling through him. “Keep your fucking bodyguard. See if I give a fuck.”
He turns and storms off, leaving the VIP area and disappearing into the crowd.
I grin at Katie as she sighs, clearly exhausted.
“I swear it’s like having a kid,” she grumbles as she turns to me. “I’m sorry about him.”
“Don’t be,” I say. “I could break him whenever I want, but I know it would just get you in trouble.”
She makes a face. “How thoughtful.”
“I try.”
She joins me against the wall, crossing her arms. We’re alone, at least a little bit. We’re out of earshot of anyone else and nobody’s paying attention now that Jasper’s gone.