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Touring was never easy. Anyone who said otherwise had to be mental. It didn’t matter who it was that was involved; from the tech crew who were doing last minute sound checks to the performers themselves, everyone was stressed to the point that lighting fireworks near a gas station was more relaxing.
Yet, he always seemed excited to go on stage. You’d watch his shows every now and then from the nosebleeds and just marvel at his energy as he ran about on stage, sang those masterful songs that seemed to cover every emotion under the sun, and instantly quip back anytime a heckler dared to interrupt the show he and dozens of others had put so much work into. You couldn’t believe the personality shift from that shy and quirky guy you knew offstage into the brash and purposefully loud maniac he was for his audience.
Despite how much you adored the onstage stuff, the offstage was your favorite. So much of that persona fell away in an instant once he was away from the crowd, almost completely vanishing when you two were alone. Almost.
However, as the encore was coming to a close, he instantly walked over to you and fell into the crook of your neck, letting out a cartoonishly loud sigh that sounded suspiciously genuine.
“Bo!? What-” you began, noticing a few stares from the surrounding crewmembers.
He just repeats the sigh, adding in a childish whine that managed to pull out a quick laugh from those around you two. You wrap your arms around his back, rubbing his tense frame and eliciting a low hum of relief.
“Hey, you did great. Listen to that-” You pause, the raucous cheers from the audience still as loud as they were when he gave his first bow.
You feel the muscles in his face twist up as he gives a small chuckle before standing up. He gives a quick glance behind him towards the stage, shutting his eyes for just a moment to soak in the sound of his fans. Near the end, his face falls ever so slightly as he turns back towards you, forcing a larger smile onto his face before he reopens his eyes. Bo lays his arm around you and leads you down the nearby corridor, giving quick compliments and acknowledgments towards the surrounding crew members who were busy tidying up.
As you enter his dressing room, Bo immediately collapses onto the couch, letting out a long sigh before rubbing his eyes.
“You alright?” You ask, taking a seat on the opposite side of the sofa.
He nods, grabbing one of the bottles of water from behind him, quickly screwing off the lid and downing the bottle in its entirety within a matter of seconds.
“Hmm…” You move over, leaning down onto his thighs and raising your eyebrows. His gaze instantly softens as you playfully ruffle his already messy hair.
“Hey, that’s the last show for a bit.” You say, “You can finally have a break.”
“I know…” Bo pauses for a moment. “It’s so exhausting...being up there and just...having them all watching you.” His eyes grew hazy for a moment, staring at nothing before refocusing on you. “I just, I dunno...I love hearing them all, knowing I’m making them feel happy, even if it’s just for a bit, but it’s like, what if I mess up again? What if they get sick of me? What if I get sick of this?”
“Honey…” You begin, his face instantly relaxing ever so slightly. You sit up and within seconds, he’s thrown himself into your lap, face down and arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You give a soft giggle, running your hand through his hair. “It’s alright. For now, you’re good. You did a great job through this whole tour. There’s been nothing but praise from your fans. And if you get bored of it down the line, well, I know you’ll put that genius mind of yours to good use somewhere else.”
“Genius?” He says with a laugh. “I have a bit where I talk about a guy’s dick for almost five minutes; I don’t think MENSA is looking for that.”
“You never know. Besides, that’s probably done more for people than any of those arrogant pricks have.”
His head stays down, yet his grip around you feels looser. You lay your head back, allowing him to relish in the peace for just a few moments before tracing your index finger along his spine, his muscles tensing up at the delicate touch.
“And…” You begin in a low, tantalizing voice. “If you really think you’ll mess anything up, maybe I should let you do something I know you’re good at.”
Bo lifted his head up from your lap, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. Excitement lights up his face, prompting you to trace little circles across the small of his back.
“Be a good boy tonight.”
…
Within thirty minutes, you two had gotten to your new hotel for the night. You pull out the keycard and quickly open the door, grabbing Bo’s hand and leading him inside. It was simple: a nice desk under a flatscreen TV, a bottle of rosé and two wine glasses sitting next to a collection of fresh fruit and cheese. His stuff had been brought over from his previous hotel, your own bags moved ever so slightly from his crew who had brought his luggage up earlier. Cream colored walls surrounded you except for one feature wall that matched a fresh cup of coffee, interrupted only by a window in the middle.
Yet Bo’s focus was on the bed: a massive king size mattress with a thick, white comforter and matching pillows, adorned with a few brandy colored cushions to match the walls. Above it sat a single light that eclipsed the surrounding miniature ones, covered by a pearl white shade.
None of that compared to the piece de resistance of the room: a massive mirror that sat behind the bed, spanning the width of the mattress and perfectly reflecting everything back at you.
As Bo looks around the room, you quietly snicker and wrap yourself around his midsection, his stomach twitching momentarily before you let your hands drift down his waist, hovering right at the hem of his jeans. You bring your right hand up to the top of his shirt, lightly tugging at it until his breathing starts to hasten.
“Excited?” You tease.
“V-very.” He manages. Bo turns his head to look at you, “I’ve missed you…”
The heat softens to that of a candle. You smile, meeting that gorgeous gaze and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
“I’ve missed you too. Tour’s over now; you know what that means-” you bring your hand down and grab at his rear, his eyes widening for a moment before a layer of lust darkens his stare.
“I get to have you all to myself.”
You let your index finger trail along his neck, his skin already hot to the touch. Bo shudders at the sensation, his jeans already starting to push out around his groin. A wave of excitement rushes down your spine, the temperature jumping even more as you let your left fingertips lightly hover above his growing bulge, the fabric ever so slightly brushing against your hand.
“Hard already? Is my puppy that desperate for his mistress’ attention?” You remove your left hand from his trousers, grabbing a fistful of the back of his shirt and shoving him onto the bed, Bo’s little yelp making your skin burn.
Bo turns over as you join him, hovering over his thin frame and looking directly into his eyes. A haze starts to cover them, his face relaxing despite the growing excitement in his gaze. You pin his arms down by his wrists, his breath hitching, fully stopping when you bring your mouth up to his neck, tracing a gentle line across the already damp skin. Within seconds, you bring your focus down to his collarbone, delivering a long, hot stroke up his throat, his accelerated pulse hitting the tip of your tongue.
His hips shift under you, the bed creaking as he grinds against you for just one second. Your eyes widen at the audacity, making you tighten your grip around him and push his wrists even deeper into the mattress.
“What makes you think you can do that?” You demand, his eyes refocusing on you.
“S-sorry I-”
“What? It’s been so long so you can’t wait ?” You mock, letting your nails pierce his skin until he whimpers. “ You just can’t help yourself? ”
“I-I”
“C’mon, use your words.”
“I’m sorry-I do I just- AGH! ”
Your knuckles are white from the pressure. Bo flimsily tries to grab at the duvet to no avail, his chest heaving as he settles for balling his fists in a futile attempt for stability. A jolt of arousal rushes through you, your cunt getting wetter with every strained breath escaping from him.
“You will wait until I say so; you should know better, or are you really just another dumb slut?”
“I-I’ll wait, I promise!” He manages, taking in a long, shaky breath.
His eyes shut, breaking that eye-contact you two had been sharing. You grit your teeth, shooting up and leaning on your knees. Bo’s eyes fly back open once you release your hold on his wrists, hesitating for a second before perching himself up on his forearms.
“Get up.” You order.
Bo rushes to get up, taking a bit of the comforter with him as he gets close to you. Before he’s even a foot in front of you, you hold out your hand, pointing down at the carpet. Immediately, Bo’s on his knees, hands splayed on the ground and lips slightly parted. He keeps his focus on you, looking up like a lost puppy, those blue eyes darkened with lust yet fueled by tantalizing desperation.
You take your index finger and lay it under his chin, lifting his head up even more so that he’s looking right in your eyes again. Your core throbs with arousal, already dripping and ready for more. By the looks of it, Bo’s more than ready for relief of his own. Yet you elect to ignore your needs. Waiting’s half the fun anyway.
“Use your words; what do you want?”
Bo pauses, nervously swallowing before replying. “L-let me see you…”
You slap his cheek.
“Where’s your manners? Haven’t I taught my boy to be polite?”
“P-please...let me see you.” He whispers.
“That’s better.”
You pull back, undoing the buttons to your blouse. Bo leans back, resting on his palms and keeping them far away from his jeans. Your own gaze falters as you glare down at his bulge, every inch of it straining against the rough fabric of his trousers and adding another flood of excitement to your already drenched underwear. Once your shirt is unbuttoned, you slowly take it off, letting the article cling to you for a few seconds longer before throwing it aside, giving Bo a clear view of your black laced bra with a little red bow in the middle. His eyes light up-it’s his favorite. The blush on his face deepens, his nails digging into the carpet.
As you kick the shirt even further away, you get down on your hands and knees, inching your way towards him. A few bits of your hair hang in front of your eyes as you climb onto him, holding him against the end of the bed. He swallows thickly as your breasts sit mere centimetres away from his face, his jeans just barely touching your still covered slit.
“Look at me.” You demand.
And he obeys, desperation clouding his gaze as you take to the front of your bra, undoing the clasps until it’s hanging on by a single bit, your breasts ready to be released. As you pull apart the last clasp, you sink your hips down and let your two centres meet, Bo throwing his head back into the bed with a long sigh of pleasure, your own sound inaudible under his.
“C’mere,” You begin, grabbing both sides of his face and pulling his head down. His pupils dilate at the sight of your bare chest, his cock giving a painful throb hard enough for you to feel through four layers of clothing.
“You wanna do something right? Make me moan.”
His hands stay firmly on the ground. “C-can I-”
“Yes, you may.”
“Thank you m-ma’am.”
In little under a second, his hands are on your sides, his mouth clinging to your neck as he savors every inch of your body he’s allowed to touch. You throw your head back, fighting back any sounds despite your growing desire. Oh how long it had been since he’s touched you, let alone with such fervor that he couldn’t keep still. Those rough hands slide along your abdomen, moving up until they’re gripping both of your tits, Bo letting out a shaky moan as he massages them in his palms, his right hand rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You stifle a moan as you give another grind against his erection, drinking in that little sound of relief that vibrated against your neck.
He bucks up against you, your hands instantly flying to his wrists and pulling his hands off of you. Bo’s eyes go wide as he stares up at you, fear just barely visible through the layers of desire clouding his gaze. You just shake your head and throw his hands to the side, grabbing both sides of his face and pulling him close. He doesn’t fight one bit as you latch your mouth onto his, dragging your tongue across his while you gently stroke your thumbs across his face, the rest of your fingers entangled in his hair. You let yourself savor the taste that is so uniquely him, completely unbothered by artificial mint or any of his previous meals. He relaxes ever so slightly under you, your mouth curling up into a smirk. With that, you grab his hair, yanking his head back into the mattress, his yelp just deepening the grin.
“Strike one.” You say.
Before Bo could stutter out some half-assed apology, you stand up, leaning down until your noses are barely touching. As you stare directly into his eyes, you grab the neck of his shirt and yank him up until he’s on his knees. His hands fall into his lap, his gaze unwavering as his shaky breaths fill the room.
“Get on the bed.” You order.
Bo nods, fumbling over himself as you kneel down and pick up your bra, clasping it back on before walking over to your suitcase. The bed creaks behind you just as you open it up, pulling out a small bag and pouring out the contents onto the table, making sure they were just out of his eyesight.
“Get undressed.” You demand, rolling the handle of the black switch in your palm, still keeping it hidden.
You turn around, releasing the switch and reaching over for the pair of leather handcuffs. Bo quickly throws shirt aside, his chest flushed a beautiful shade of red and struggling to maintain a steady rhythm. His hands go for his trousers, trying to pull both them and his boxers off in one go.
“Don’t.” You say.
“B-But I-” Bo began, every muscle too scared to move.
“Keep the boxers on. I’ll decide when you can have them off.”
He just nods, moving over to pull his pants off and toss them off of the bed. You grin at the straining bulge in his boxers, the fabric damp from sweat and clinging to his hips. Bo shakily lays back on his forearms, gripping the sheets in an attempt to steady himself, but the hunger and fear in his eyes tell another story. You march forward, keeping the handcuffs behind you while you crawl onto the bed and up his torso. His breath stutters as you drag your index finger along his chest, the grip on the sheets tightening. You lean in, littering his neck with gentle kisses before delivering a harsh bite to the crook between it and his shoulders. That delicious scent of his cologne has almost completely faded under that tantalizing musk that radiated off him, a scent that was reminiscent of a salted campfire, one that perfectly complemented the tang that drenched his neck, covering every last tastebud as you continue to suck at his wet skin.
Bo’s barely breathing; every breath is stifled as the slightest hint of a moan is pushed back into him. The scratching of his nails across the sheet are barely audible underneath his panting, only growing harder to hear as you move south. You let a small dribble of saliva fall out of your mouth onto his torso, his abdomen recoiling from the sudden sensation as he grits his teeth. His hips shift, a quick muffled moan making its way to your ears.
“On your knees.” You order.
His stupor lingers for a moment too long. You quickly deliver a smack to his cheek, the gasp finally escaping as you grab both sides of his jaw. His forehead meets yours as you dig your nails into the soft skin.
“Move.”
“Y-yes ma’am…”
You pull away and stand up as he turns over. His eyes flash up to the mirror sitting in front of him before moving back to you.
“Hands on your back.”
He obeys. You walk over, grabbing his wrists and locking the cuffs onto each one, tightening them until they’re just barely digging into his skin. Bo doesn’t bother testing their grip, he just lets his hands lay atop his back, his fingers curling in on themselves, twitching in an attempt to grab something to stabilize himself.
“Now,” you begin, walking over to the table once more. “I thought you had more control than that. Hmph, guess I shouldn’t be making assumptions, should I?”
Silence.
A quiet whip flies through the room, muffled by the target of the mattress. In the mirror, Bo’s eyes have gotten wider as they focus in on your switch. You drag the tip of it across the bed before walking over to him, laying your middle and ring fingertips on his spine and moving them along the soaked skin, yet your eyes never once leave the mirror. His teeth are locked together, eyes darting around the room, trying to look at anything but your own steely gaze.
“Good boys know how to listen.”
The switch comes down on his calves.
“Good boys know how to stay still.”
The switch comes down onto his thighs.
“And good boys know how to look their mistress in the eye when she’s fucking talking to him!”
You grab the hem of his boxers and pull them down just enough so you can deliver a harsh blow to the bare skin of his ass. Bo lets out a gorgeous cry, his right hand outstretched to try and grab onto something. He pries his eyes open just as you look back up at him, excitement igniting every inch of his stare.
“And since someone can’t do anything right, well, maybe he needs to be taught a lesson.”
Fear seeps into his gaze, yet he never lets it stray away from your own. You trace the tip of the switch across his back, drawing little swirls and circles along it.
He groans as you strike his right shoulder.
His breathing hastens, halting whenever you pause your switch. The tip hovers over the small of his back.
Another cry as it comes down across his spine.
You bring your hand up, the cool metal of the handle pressing into his hot skin as he struggles for a proper breath. You let your fingers trace over the curve of his ass until they reach the hem of his boxers again.
He tenses as you move the switch, shutting his eyes and yelping as you smack him, the skin instantly turning red. You watch him reopen them as he sinks his teeth into the duvet. You just wait, letting your nails dig into the skin.
Six seconds pass before he finally looks back at you. As you straighten yourself again, you slam the switch down onto the bed, just barely missing him. You throw it behind you, hearing it thud against the table as you deliver another slap to his ass. His groan is barely out of him before you deliver a third, a fourth, a fifth.
Bo’s strangled groan punctuates the sixth smack, the tender skin bright red. Each finger is trembling, still futilely attempting to latch onto something while he’s tugging at the sheets from above, a small wet spot forming across the fabric.
You furrow your brow and push him onto his side, savoring the surprised gasp as you climb onto the bed. He turns himself onto his back, hissing as the sheets hit the sore marks strewn across it. His eyes are wide open and his mouth tightly shut, a bit of his lip pulled inward behind his teeth.
You raise your eyebrows and brush away a bit of his hair. Bo nods, releasing the grip on his lip and smiles.
“I’m alright.” He says softly. “No…No lightbulb yet.”
“Good.”
You grab his hair again and climb onto him once more.
“I expect nothing less from such a desperate slut.” You shake your head, “Look at you. So needy, so desperate for me to do something, anything to you. I bet you’d cum if I just told you what a good boy you are.”
The corners of his mouth twitch as he just nods again. You move your hand down his stomach, his muscles tensing as you let your index finger drag across his still covered cock, his stifled gasps only heightening as you move your whole palm over it.
Without another word, you pull yourself up and undo your jeans, throwing them aside. You pause for just a moment, relishing in that doe-eyed stare painted across Bo’s flushed face; so helpless, so needy for your approval; absolutely sickeningly sweet yet oh so arousing. How you needed to hear him, but more importantly, how you needed to feel him.
Your hand returns to his boxers, the immediate panting emitting from Bo’s exasperated frame filling your ears like the sweetest music. Through his boxers, you let your hand tighten around the shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Oh my god p-please…please-” Bo manages.
“C’mon my little slut, say it. Use your words for me.” You say, giving him a harsh tug.
“S-something, anything… hnngh …Please-”
“So desperate…But you love this, don’t you? You love waiting,” You grab the base of his member, “You love being ordered around,” You rub your thumb across the pulsing vein, “And you love being called a whore, my whore. ” You let go and immediately grab the waistband, pulling them down in a few quick motions, Bo kicking them off and quickly sighing in relief.
You turn to see the fruits of your endeavors: precum dripping down his shaft and every inch of his cock standing straight to attention, the head almost violet from the strain. The chains of his cuffs rattle, his fingers outstretched towards you as the bed creaks from a risky thrust.
“Look at you…” You begin, coating your voice in faux disgust. “An absolute mess and I’ve barely done anything to you.” You lean in, grabbing a fistful of his hair, his eyes flying open and meeting yours. “Can’t believe I got stuck with an absolute whore. I wonder what else you’d get off to; perhaps I should make you wait, see if you’ll cum without me even touching you.”
“N-no please, please I’ll do anything just…”
“Anything? That’s something a whore says.” You pull his hair even harder, looking behind you at his painfully stiff cock, your cunt throbbing with impatience. Bo lets out a groan, the chains moving again, prompting you to shake your head and pull his own back into the pillows. His eyes shut, back raising for a mere moment while you use your free hand to remove your soaked underwear and throw them aside. You watch his jaw twitch as he stifles another sound, biting your lip at the arousing sight.
With his eyes still shut, you turn around, letting the saliva collect in your mouth as you lick a wet line up his inner thigh. The high pitched gasping that follows sends another wave of arousal down your spine, making your drenched folds even wetter. You take the head of his hard cock into your mouth, letting some of your saliva drip down the sides. Bo’s already moaning quite loudly, each one chipping away at your resolve. You quickly take down half his cock, using your tongue to coat the rest in spit while delivering one quick suck around him.
“ Fuck …” Bo whispers.
You pull off and spin around, rubbing your soaked pussy along his lubed cock, allowing a few seconds for yourself to rub your clit against the head.
“That’s a good whore .”
You sink down, taking the first few inches into your cunt. Bo falls silent, his restraints firmly holding his wrists back as his hands stretch out to try and grab your body. You throw your head back, letting out your own moan as he stretches your hungry pussy. Bo manages to open his eyes, his stare firmly focusing on where your two centres are meeting. As he watches, you bring your hand down and slowly rub your clit, sinking lower and lower, your hole devouring every last inch.
Within seconds, your centres collide. Bo’s barely forming any coherent words at this point, reduced to mere gasps and barely audible moans. You gyrate your hips, shutting your eyes as his cock grinds against your g-spot almost instantly, your clit rubbing across his groin and letting those first flashes of pleasure shoot through your body. Bo’s own panting quickly heightens the feeling, making you involuntarily clench around his thick member.
You lean forward, tightening around his cock and not letting go. He stutters out something unintelligible, your hand brushing up against the side of his face, cupping his soaked cheek. Bo manages to open his eyes, animalistic pleasure and desire coating every last bit of his hazy gaze.
“Who’s my good boy?” You ask.
“M-me…”
“That’s right. You’re mine. My good little boy.” You say, punctuating the sentence with a rise and fall of your hips along his cock, eliciting a shaky inhale from his tense frame.
You straighten yourself up and speed up your movements, your own moans barely audible under Bo’s strained breathing. That flushed look upon his face and the way he bit down on his lip to the point of bruising just sent your cunt into a frenzy. Every grind against his body mixed with your own erratic stroking of your clit, sending waves of burning pleasure through your body and into your pulsing walls, soaking his cock in your personal lube.
Bo’s breathing speeds up, his eyes shutting and immediately bringing your attention into focus. Something was hanging on the edge of his lips, fading away into obscure whispers.
His jaw goes slack.
Your eyes widen.
A transgression; a very heinous transgression.
Just as his hips rise up, you lift your hand up and grab his balls, pulling on them so he feels every last bit of his mistake spill into your cunt. Scowling, you tighten around his cock, his back arching forward as a small dribble of saliva slips out of his mouth and onto the pillow.
Bo collapses to the bed with a loud thud, gulping down breath after breath. When his eyes start to open, you pierce your nails into his stomach, forcing him to look at you.
“Oh you’ve really fucked up now.”
Realization.
“I-I’m sorry, fuck I didn’t-”
You slap his cheek, following it with a backhanded one on the opposite side before grabbing his jaw. Raising your hips, you pull yourself off of his softening cock, a thin line of your mixed fluids connecting to the head of his member before landing on his thigh.
“First you get handsy with me, second you don’t look me in my eyes, and now you cum without permission!?” You dig your nails into the red skin, “Absolutely despicable. Can’t even control yourself long enough to make your mistress cum first? What a mutt .”
You throw his head onto the bed and get up. He freezes as you shoot a stern look his way, baring your teeth as you curl your lip.
“Get on your fucking knees, whore .”
The bed wildly creaks behind you while you grab the final four items. Three sit on the side table while you spin the black plug around your fingers.
“You’re gonna clean your mess up. And you’re not gonna finish again until I’m satisfied, understood?”
Bo cries out just as you deliver a loud smack onto his ass, your dripping cunt relishing in the ensuing whimpers.
“Look at you. You’re meant to serve me and you can’t even do that right. Cumming without permission like some animal .” You slap him again, the red handprint darkening. “And to do so before me!? How rude of you!” A third smack echoes through the room. “I guess you just need to do your fucking job, don’t you?”
Bo opens his mouth to reply, but you hiss out an order of silence. You lean in, mere centimetres from his sweat ridden face, your eyes unable to look away from that tantalizing sight: the red skin, dilated pupils filled with lustful fear, and the indents from your nails still visible on that sharp jaw.
“You are here for me , understand that? You are here to satisfy me and that’s it. I get to choose if and when you fucking cum, do you understand that? You getting off because I’m insulting you is your own fault you fucking whore. Now,” You place the tip of the plug at his lips, grinning as his eyes widen for a moment, “get this wet for your mistress.”
He closes his eyes and takes the toy into his mouth, moaning around it as you grab a fistful of his hair. A rush of arousal pools down your walls and pushes out more of his load onto your thighs. You press your legs together, holding his mistake inside.
Saliva spills out around the base and onto the already soaked duvet, Bo sucking in a quick breath through his mouth, your hand landing on his ass not a mere second after.
“Breathe through your fucking nose whore.”
After a good ten seconds pass, you pull the toy out of his mouth. You trail your fingers along his spine, following the curve of his rear. As you climb onto the bed, you lay your free hand on his back, raising your hips up enough for your cunt to grind across his ass, your lubricant reflecting in the light above. With a quick drag of the toy across your own slit, you line the dripping plug up.
“I was going to do it myself, but since you decided you wanted to cum first, well, I guess you’ll just have to wait for me to hit that spot.”
Beautiful; that was the only word to describe the low groan that escapes Bo’s mouth as you push the plug inside right to the hilt. His breath stutters, pained yet pleasured moans fluttering out moments later. You move to the opposite side of the bed, laying down on the pillows and spreading your legs nice and wide. Grabbing his hair, you pull him over to you, scoffing as he collapses onto your stomach.
“C’mon, get the fuck up-” you bark, tightening your hold on his hair, “-don’t think you’re getting away that easily.” You bring his face down to your soaking slit, his hot breath making your hole clench. “Clean up the mess you’ve made, now .”
The pleasure resumes immediately; white hot satisfaction searing through your veins as Bo puts all his focus onto your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking across it as his lips move across your wet folds. You give a harsh tug at his hair, bringing your other hand over to grab even more of it. Bo moves down a bit, lapping up at your folds like some dehydrated dog; so erratic, so desperate, so ready to please you. Every lick and suck across your slit delivers one apology after another, a beg for forgiveness. The plea grows stronger once his tongue hits your hole, your cunt clenching immediately, trying so badly to pull him in deeper. He pulls away ever so slightly, the vulgar sound of him swallowing making your nerves catch fire like dry grass in July. Bo keeps his pace, eagerly eating out every last inch of your cunt that he can so you could finish as fast as he had. And good God were those efforts working; when he tries to pull away for a breath, you pull him back down, moaning wildly as his nose nudges your clit and his tongue stimulates your hole, drinking down the mixture of fluids left behind.
Bo moans against your clit, the vibrations laying the building blocks for your rapidly increasing release. Every flick and drag of his tongue over your dripping pussy just added to the sensation, Bo’s movements speeding up to bring you even closer. You let the facade fade away for a moment, your body far too desperate for its own release after waiting so long for him to be back down there.
“J-just like that-'' your toes curl into the duvet, “-keep going…Yes, yes- hmmmm yes…” Bo delivers a loud moan as his tongue rapidly moves across your clit, viciously stimulating the sensitive nub. The combination overwhelms your body, pleasure slamming over your body as your back arches up from the bed, your own shaky breaths and high-pitched moans overtaking any of Bo’s sounds so that all you feel is him moaning into your wet mound. As your hole repeatedly clenches, you give a harsh tug at Bo’s hair, pushing him even closer into your cunt so you can feel every last bit of his moaning vibrate against your clit.
Soon, the waves subside and your mind clears up. Your white-knuckled grip on Bo’s hair releases and he ventures a look up at you, revealing lust coated eyes filled to the brim with desperation once more. Through his arms, you’re able to see his member standing to attention again, already begging for your touch.
“See, now was that so hard baby?” You ask, his jaw twitching at the last word.
“I-I’m sorry for-” Bo tries.
“Shh, don’t.” You pet his hair, messing up the sweaty tresses even more. “I told you, you’re good for one thing-” You tilt his head up to look at you, “being my good boy.”
The tiniest moan escapes from his mouth, his hips bucking ever so slightly. You release the hold on his head and get up, grabbing the six-inch purple strap-on and the little rose gold bullet. Bo looks over at you, his hand outstretched to try and palm himself to no avail. You smile as you slip it on, placing the bullet in its dedicated area and then grabbing the bottle of lube.
As you get back onto the bed, you grab the base of the plug, Bo groaning as you remove it and place it on the ground. You let the head of the strap run across the still vibrant handprint left on his ass, those trembling breaths making your pussy throb.
“You alright?” You whisper, stroking the tender skin of his hip.
Bo just nods, sputtering out mindless approving synonyms, any coherence vanishing in an instant as you lead the head of the strap inside of him. Those shocked gasps and pitiful whimpers make you tighten your grip around his waist while he bites down onto the nearest pillow, his fists already tightly balled. He pushes his hips back, the desirous, futile attempt tugging at your merciful side as you slide the next few inches inside.
“Look at you, being an absolute whore. So desperate for cock, aren’t you?” You tease, pulling your hips back and watching his eyes flutter in the mirror. “You love being fucked like the cock slut you are, don’t you?” You go deeper, leaving the last inch but delivering a harsh squeeze to his side. “Tell me: how much do you love being my little whore?”
A soft cry emits from Bo’s tense frame, his back arching towards the mattress as you push the last inch inside, his muscles twitching as you grind your front against him.
“I love it-oh my God I love it…” Bo manages, his head lulling to the side as his pleasured stare drifts away from the mirror and up to the ceiling.
“That’s what I thought. You’re so desperate for your mistress’ cock that you’ll do anything I say,” you deliver a quick thrust, a small moan slipping out of Bo, “won’t you?” Another thrust with a hard smack onto his ass, Bo groaning into the bed as he pulls at his cuffs, the chains rattling across his back. “Such an absolute dog; so ready to please his mistress so he can have a cock in his ass.”
Pulling back, you push all six inches inside at once, the cuffs scraping Bo’s wrists as he lets out a beautifully strained moan. Once his eyes fully shut, you shift your hips and reangle the strap, moving the head back just enough to watch his eyes snap back open, every single bit of them alit with pleasure.
“Don’t you just love it when I fuck you, baby?” You ask, gently moving your hips so the head stays firmly pressed against that sensitive spot.
Bo opens his mouth to reply, but all he can spit out is another long moan that ends in a sharp gasp. His heavy breathing sends sparks down your spine, making your cunt hunger for more. You needed to hear him, see him absolutely lose himself because of your actions.
With that, you start thrusting, Bo’s eyes immediately rolling up as he tightens his bite into the blanket. You lean it, keeping a steady rhythm while tracing your lips across his sweat ridden neck. Bo shudders as you lick a line up from his throat to the corner of his jaw, your hand quickly entangling itself in his hair again. You pull his head up, forcing him to release his bite on the duvet and sink his teeth into his lip. For a moment, your eyes meet through the mirror, white hot excitement mingling with that already searing flame in your core. The movements speed up, Bo gasping repeatedly while you bury your face into the crook of his neck, your body straining to reach so far up. Yet you remain fervent in your efforts, latching your mouth to the taut skin and letting your teeth dig into him. You can barely hear your devilish sucking over Bo’s strangled moaning, the sounds only heightening as you bring your hand down to his abdomen, the head of his cock rubbing against your wrist.
“P-please-” Bo chokes out.
You raise your eyebrows, pulling away from his neck and bringing your hand up to his handcuffs. Grabbing the chain, you deliver a hard thrust into him, making sure every inch rubs against that sweet spot, bringing him to the point of breathlessness.
“So desperate, so fucking desperate for cock my little whore. I know how badly you want me to touch you, like this-” you wrap your hand around his cock, Bo’s hips jerking forward immediately, “-see? You just love it when I do this-” you squeeze his shaft, pressing your finger against the pulsing vein while the strap’s head repeatedly strokes his sensitive spot. “-because you’re my little whore, aren’t you, babe?”
“Yes-oh my God yes…” He repeats, moaning wildly as he stretches his hands out towards you. “F-fuck I love you-I love you so much please-please keep fucking me- agh! ”
Your grip tightens around his length as you unclasp the cuffs. His hands immediately fly to the opposite sides of the bed, invisible ropes bounding his wrists. Within seconds, his knuckles turn white as he holds the corners for dear life. The muscles in his back repeatedly tense and twitch with every stroke or thrust, your arousal pooling into the panties of the strap and out onto your thighs. You move your free hand over to you, slipping them inside your panties for a moment to switch on the little bullet. Vibrations rush through your cunt, pleasure soon following. Bo’s own moaning heightens as you feel him tighten around the strap.
Your rhythm shifts as you speed up; thrust after thrust slams into him, each one eliciting a loud moan of pure satisfaction. Soon enough, you’re moaning along with him, the vibrating bullet pressed right up against your clit. Through the haze, you grab his hair, pulling his head back up so he’s looking right in the mirror.
“Watch yourself you fucking slut-” you gasp “-watch yourself get fucked by your mistress like the whore you are!”
His eyes roll up once more at your words while his cock gives a harsh throb against your palm. They fall back down, meeting the mirror and allowing your own stare to finally take in the whole picture: Bo’s whole body flushed a gorgeous shade of red, sweat dripping down both of your faces, Bo’s drenching the bed while yours makes its way down your chest; his back is arched forward, giving you easy access to keep stimulating that spot more and more. Meanwhile, his biceps flex over and over, the strain seeping through all the way up to his fingers that are wrapped around the corners of the bed, clinging to it like he was ready to fall off the face of the earth.
Your eyes meet again, setting the groundwork for your second orgasm. His moans heighten, just barely outdoing your own as you speed up, your rhythm stuttering as the pleasure ebbs away at your control. Your cunt tightens as your thighs twitch, the constant vibrations from the bullet mixing with the sight of your boyfriend so completely satisfied by your movements making every second more and more pleasurable.
You’re gasping for air within moments, your eyes being forced shut. Soon, your lower body starts jerking as the first waves of your orgasm rush through you. Arousal spills out of your cunt and drenches the inside of the strap even more, your thighs now slick with your arousal while some makes its way onto Bo’s ass.
Through your orgasm, you open your eyes. With your remaining strength, you tighten your hold around his hair and pull him up. Bo towers above you, yet you keep the vicious hold on his hair as he falls back against you, his burning skin meeting yours for just a moment before he thrusts into your hand.
“Open your fucking eyes you whore!” You snarl, squeezing his stiff cock, your eyes fluttering for a moment as the vibrator prolongs your orgasm, leaving you in a state of unbearable pleasure.
Bo obeys, looking down to meet your fervent stare. You keep thrusting into him, watching his eyes struggle to remain focused on the mirror as his jaw goes slack. His cock repeatedly throbs against your palm.
“Look-look at you cum; watch yourself as you cum from your mistress.”
Bo’s jaw goes slack, his moans quickly morphing into sharp gasps. He tightens around the strap, his right eye shutting as his left just barely manages to watch as you bring him into his orgasm. Cum shoots out the tip of his strained cock, dripping over your palm and landing on the pillow and mirror. His panting fills the room, every muscle spasming as he repeatedly thrusts into your hand, his head soon falling to the side as his legs start to tremble.
All you could do is watch the hot sight unfold; every twitch of his hips, the absolutely euphoric expression plastered across every inch of his face, and the filthy way his cum dripped over your hand like icing on a cinnamon roll.
“ Fuck-oh fuck… ” Bo sighs, his hand landing on the mirror with a gentle thud.
As Bo takes in a much needed deep breath, you release the grip around his hair and remove the strap from inside, his legs buckling for a moment before he completely collapses onto the mattress. Just as you shut the vibrator off, Bo gives a long sigh into the pillow, rubbing his eyes not long after.
“Bo? You alright?”
“Yeah…Yeah I’m…fine.”
“Doesn’t sound like you are.” You climb into bed, scooching up enough so you’re eye level with him, yet he keeps his stare on the mattress, unspoken words making his gaze foggy.
“Was it too much? Why didn’t you-”
“No…It’s not you.” He inhales, his stare struggling to remain grounded, “I had another one…It happened the other day while I was performing.”
Bo shifts in his spot, inching closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his head resting against your chest so his ear is gently pressed up to your heart. His breathing shook, your hand unconsciously moving back up to his hair and gently twirling a short strand around your fingers.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
He shook his head.
Silence. Perhaps that’s all he needed right now. What you wouldn’t give to have a look inside his head just so you could help him out. What more did he need? No…what more could you do for him? You had to be there, you weren’t the one performing through panic attacks in front of hundreds of people day in and day out. Maybe you should have come with him through all the tours. Sure, you’d get more attention than you would’ve liked, but then again, it was worth it if it meant he wouldn’t feel like this.
His body shook against yours, his breathing growing more and more uneven.
“Bo; are you okay?”
The shaking intensifies. “I don’t fucking know.”
An arrow to the heart would’ve hurt less than those four words. You knew he wasn’t talking about you, surely he would say something if it was you. Yet, maybe that was it; you were doing what you could and it wasn’t enough. He needed a change.
“Do you wanna keep touring? Is it worth it to go through these panic attacks over and over again?”
“No.”
“Okay then.”
“I don’t…I don’t wanna upset them. I know how much they enjoy my stuff but I just…I just can’t do it. You’ve no idea what it’s like having them all watching you like that; their eyes examining your every move it’s like…it’s like a bunch of cameras filming you, ready to watch you mess up. All their eyes are just on me and nothing else and if I fuck up o-or they just don't find it funny and just stare at me...judging me as I fail at what I put so much work into, only to have them hate it. I-I can't know what they're gonna say or do a-and...I just can't face them knowing they might throw it back in my face; hundreds of little cameras documenting my failure.”
Bo presses himself even closer to you, engulfing your entire body in his, the warm scent of his natural musk overtaking you and adding a sense of comfort to the storm of nerves jolting through your body. You tried shoving away the fears. It wasn’t about you. He needed you now.
“Hey, it’s alright. Just take some time off. It’ll be good for you. Besides-” you pull back a bit to move your hand up to cup the side of his face, “-gives me more time to tell you what a good boy you are.”
A laugh; a quick one but a laugh nonetheless. Without wasting a second, he leans in and presses his lips against yours, his hand moving up to hold your face. Your nerves continued their frenzy, but it was dulled for the time being. You could only hope the same could be said for Bo. Yet when he opened his eyes, you struggled to see the light underneath the persisting fear.