Naughty, Naughty (Synyster Gates het):
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Let's get naughty, naughty
Down and dirty
Naughty, naughty
Oh, I like it that way ~ Danger Danger


"77 bottles of Jack on the wall. 77 bottles of Jack. Take one down and pass it around. 76 bottles of Jack on the wall," Brian Haner sang as he tossed a small stressball up into the air and caught it before the cloth-covered gel sphere slammed into his face, repeating the action over and over again.

Brian stopped singing and let out a deep, disgusted sigh. He was totally bored out of his mind. By the time he'd started singing his version of'99 Bottles', he'd already memorized every little detail and flaw of the ceiling of the hotel room from where he laid in the middle of the bed. It was an occupational hazard, so to speak, of touring the world with a hugely popular rock band, but he'd usually be hanging out with one of his bandmates or a crew member when the boredom did hit. Not this time, though, and it pissed him off. Everybody else seemed to have something important to do and this left Brian to his own devices. While he totally understood Matt wanting to spend his free time with his wife and their kids, he felt that at the very least, one of the others would have wanted to hang out with him.

Brian was just about to down a whole bottle of beer and see if he could belch out the entire alphabet without pause or more than the initial inhale of air. Yeah, it was juvenile but he had to amuse himself somehow. He was lost in thought, pushing himself up and walking over to the mini bar. He was browsing his drink options when a knock came against the door, startling him. Shutting the mini fridge with a deep sigh, he pretty much sprinted to the door. Even if there was a possibility that someone had mistakenly come to his room in search of another guest at the hotel, he'd get to, at least, have some kind, any kind of interaction with another person. He wrenched the door open and his mouth instantly dropped into a surprised "O", eyes widening.

"Mr. Gates, I presume?" the young woman waiting in the hall asked with a knowing smirk.

Brian's cock twitched the instant he heard the Irish accent. It didn't matter what this woman was saying, just the sound made him hard. He licked his dry lips and then swallowed hard, nodding his head dumbly. "Y-Yeah, th-that's me."

Brian wanted to slap the shit out of himself for stuttering like a total fucktard, but decided against it and gave himself a mental bitchslap instead.

"Good, then, I'm at the right place."

"Right place? Right place for what?" Brian asked in confusion.

"Invite me in first and then I'll tell you," the woman replied, her smirk turning into a grin.

Brian stared at the woman, her sky blue eyes staring right back at him as he mulled over what he should do. He had to admit she was beautiful and had an air of mystery about her and she'd obviously been looking for him for some unknown reason. The only way he'd find out what that reason was, though, was to invite her in. He nodded, stepped back and allowed the woman to walk inside. He pushed the door closed and then walked into the room, finding the woman perched on the foot of the bed.

"All right, you're in. Now, what's your name and why are you here?"

The woman cocked her head to the side, an unnerving grin stretched across her face. "My name is Rayz Luminista, and I'm here to help you with your little...problem."

"My...My problem?!?!" Brian questioned, his eyebrow slowly arching up.

Rayz nodded her head, her grin still present. "That's what I said, sweetheart."

Brian's eyebrow furrowed down with his other one and he narrowed his chocolate brown eyes at her. "I have no idea what the fuck you're talkin' about and don't call me sweetheart."

Rayz raised and eyebrow and went back to a smirk. She absolutely loved the cocky ones. It made it all more fun when she got him right where she wanted him, but first she'd have to convince him that he wanted to be there. She knew it would be a challenge but she'd never failed before and she wasn't about to mar her record now.

"You can quit fuckin' staring at me and answer my questions or get the fuck out!" Brian growled, yanking the mini fridge open and wrenching a Heineken out, popping the top from the bottle and taking a huge gulp as he shoved the door closed.

"A friend of yours sent me to help you...visit your darker side, your kinkier side," Rayz replied, pushing herself up to her feet, her long black leather trench coat shuffling across the comforter.

Brian choked on another sip of beer, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. "Wh-What?!?!" he gasped out.

"I know that you heard every word I just said, so there's really no need for me to repeat myself."

Brian's eyes narrowed once again. While Rayz may have been a stunning woman to look at, something about her and her attitude just grated on his nerves for some reason. "Listen, I..."

"No, you listen!" Rayz growled, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at Brian, her eyes intense and icy. "Your friend paid good money for you to let loose and have fun! I'm sure they'd be pissed off to find out they wasted five grand for you to pussy out. After all, I have a strict no refund policy."

Brian's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Five grand. Non-refundable. That meant that one of his bandmates had sent this woman. Oh, he was so going to kick their ass whenever he found out just which one was responsible. "I don't use prostitutes," he stated rather bluntly.

"Prostitute? You think I am a prostitute?!?!" Rayz asked, anger filling her eyes. "First of all, you are, without a doubt, one of the biggest douchebags I have ever met in my life and I can see why nobody's hanging out with you when they don't have to."

"Hey!"

"I'm not done!" Rayz yelled, causing Brian to flinch back. "Secondly, I happen to be a dominatrix. Ya know what a dominatrix is, right?"

Brian nodded his head dumbly, the pieces finally coming all together in his mind. The only person he'd ever confided his dark fantasy of being dominated by a gorgeous woman to had set everything in place for it to all come true and wasn't done to anger or humiliate him in anyway. He really did have an amazing group of friends and he'd have to find some way to thank them for giving him something he had been a little scared to get for himself.

"Now, I'll leave it all up to you, Mr. Gates. I'm gonna go to the bathroom to get all prepared. When I come back out, if you're willing to go through with this and take a trip on your dark side, then be sitting on the bed in only your boxers. Otherwise, I know you really aren't into this at all and I'll just leave."

Rayz grabbed her bag, walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, leaving Brian alone to make his decision without feeling pressured. He stared at the door for a brief moment. If he chose not to go through with this, he was more than able to pay back the money that had been spent. He blinked wordlessly and then with a deep sigh and a roll of his eyes, he tugged his t-shirt off, over his head, flinging it down to the couch. He made quick work of his jeans and then plopped down onto the bed, nervously biting at the inside of his bottom lip as he waited for the raven-haired woman to reappear.

Brian gasped when Rayz finally exited the bathroom. She had gotten rid of the trench coat and what she was wearing made him drool like a rabid animal. He swallowed hard as he looked her over. Clinging to her petite, toned body was a blood red vinyl corseted-bustier; a tiny black thong and matching thigh-high stockings clipped to the thong and a pair of knee-high black vinyl boots with thin, spike-like heels, making her several inches taller than her actual 5-foot-3-inch height. What excited and concerned Brian the most was the riding crop that she was tapping against her palm.

"First, we need to go over the rules. Rule number one, from here on out, you may only address me as Mistress. Rule number two, you are not allowed to touch yourself unless I say so. Rule number three, you are not allowed to touch me unless I say so. Rule number four, you mustwear a condom for any intercourse. Rule number five, you're not allowed to cum until I tell you to. Any questions?"

Brian shook his head, his heart pounding in his ears.

"Good. Now, lastly, before we begin, you need to pick a safe word."

"Uhm...broccoli?"

Rayz laughed and nodded her head. "That'll work. Now, let's get started, shall we?"

Brian swallowed hard and nodded his head. Although he would never admit it, he was more nervous than he'd ever been in his entire life.

"I want you to get down on the floor and crawl over to me. Stop right here," Rayz said, pointing the riding crop to a spot on the floor just inches in front of her. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Brian replied and then, taking a deep breath, he sunk down to the floor, got onto his hands and knees and crawled across the room, stopping on the spot Rayz had indicated, his heart racing the whole time.

"Good boy," Rayz praised, running the end of the crop down the side of Brian's neck, causing him to shiver. "Now, look up at me and keep your eyes on mine until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes, Mistress," Brian answered, looking up and locking his eyes onto hers, butterflies of excitement fluttering around in his stomach.

"Very good. Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"No, Mistress, this is my f-first time," Brian stammered nervously, his excitement for what was to come next building up.

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you," Rayz replied softly, running the tip of the riding crop down the center of his bare chest.

Brian swallowed hard and nodded his head, keeping his eyes locked on Rayz's.

"Now, sweetheart, I want you to kiss both of my feet. You may look away as you do so," Rayz said, sticking her left foot out just a little.

Brian looked down at the boot in front of him, bent himself lower and pressed his lips to the vinyl.

"Use your tongue."

Brian traced his tongue over the top of the boot and up to the ankle then down again, making the vinyl shine even more.

"That's enough. Do the other foot," Rayz instructed, pulling her left foot back and putting her right foot forward. She smiled, her eyes twinkling as Brian kissed and tongued the second boot to a brighter shine as well. She wanted to be a tease and extend his submission but it had been so long since she'd been fucked properly and she didn't know how long she'd be able to hold out. "All right, that's enough. Take your boxers off and then crawl back over to the bed."

Brian worked his boxers off as he remained on the floor. He pushed them out of the way, turned and then crawled back across the room, well aware that he was totally exposed and Rayz was watching him intently. He had no doubt about that because he could feel her eyes boring into him. He stopped once he reached the bed and awaited further instruction. He flinched when the riding crop hit across his ass, the sting shocking but pleasurable.

"All right, climb up on the bed and get on your hands and knees, facing the headboard. Do it quickly," Rayz demanded, slapping the crop against the side of one of her boots.

Brian instantly hopped onto the bed, positioning himself on his hands and knees in the center of the queen-sized mattress. He licked his lips, rubbed them together and swallowed hard. He wasn't quite sure what Rayz planned on doing to him in this position, but he had some idea. His heart started racing faster as he heard Rayz removing what little clothes she was wearing, including her boots. He swallowed hard as he felt the end of the crop slide over the small of his back, causing goosebumps of trepidation and anxiousness to pop up along the skin.

"Now comes the fun part. I'm gonna spank you with my riding crop and you are to count each one out loud and thank me for each one. Understand?"

Brian gulped and nodded his head. Sweat began beading up across his forehead and the back of his neck as the butterflies tumbled through his stomach, making him both nervous and a bit nauseous.

"I didn't hear you, sweetheart," Rayz said, tapping the crop against the small of Brian's back. "Did you understand my instructions?"

Brian licked his lips rapidly and then swallowed. "Yes, Mistress, I understand."

Rayz grinned, a sparkle flitting through her eyes. "Good. Now, let's get on with it, shall we? Time is running out."

Brian furrowed his brows in confusion. A time limit hadn't even occurred to him. Actually, nothing had even entered his mind since he agreed to participate, so to speak, with Rayz. He was so caught up in his thoughts he forgot about the impending spanking and yelped when the crop came into contact with his left ass cheek. He blinked rapidly for a moment and then remembered what he was supposed to do.

"O-One, th-thank you, Mistress," he stammered.

"Since this is your first time, I will forgive your lapse...But don't let it happen again, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress."

"And I forgive you, sweetheart," Rayz responded, swinging the crop and hitting Brian's left cheek once again.

"T-Two, thank you, Mistress," Brian panted, the stinging radiating from one side of his ass making him squirm.

Rayz continued the spanking with the crop and Brian continued counting until they reached ten and then they repeated the whole thing, up to ten, on his right cheek. Once done, his ass was a bright red, hot to the touch, tender and throbbing, his cock overwhelmingly hard and dripping precum. Rayz tossed the crop over to the chair closest to the bed and ran a hand gently over Brian's ass, the heat radiating from the reddened flesh making her tingle.

"You did very well, sweetheart."

"Th-Thank you, Mistress," Brian moaned out, the feeling of her soft hand rubbing over the stinging, throbbing flesh of his ass making the precum turn from a drip into an almost constant trickle.

Rayz watched the reaction of Brian's cock in fascination and knew their session was fast coming to an end. She gave his left ass cheek a squeeze, grinning mischieviously as a groan came from deep inside of Brian's chest. She walked over to her bag, retrieved a condom and a small bottle of lube and quickly made her way back to the bed.

"Okay, lie down on your back."

Brian immediately laid on his back, swallowing as he looked to Rayz for further instruction.

"Here, sweetheart, put this condom on and lube it up really well while I remove my clothes," Rayz said, dropping the foil wrapped condom and bottle of lubricant onto Brian's abdomen.

Brian hurriedly unwrapped the condom, rolled it over his rock hard, sensitive cock, flipped the bottle of lube open and coated his entire comdom-covered length, sighing at the feeling of his calloused fingers stroking over it.

Brian's eagerness amused Rayz and she laughed. "That's enough. We wouldn't want you cumming too soon, would we now, sweetheart?"

"No, Mistress," Brian answered, ceasing his stroking.

"Put your hands at your side." Rayz waited until Brian complied and then climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist. She flung her waist length hair over her shoulders, the shaved left side becoming noticeable to the man beneath her. "We're gonna see how much self control you have and see how long you can hold out for. Make me cum before you do, if you can, and then you're free to cum afterwards."

Brian arched an eyebrow. How dare she even imply that he wouldn't be able to get the job done. He relaxed his eyebrow and rolled his eyes."Let her think whatever the fuck she wants. I doubt I'll ever see her again," he thought to himself, biting at the inside of his cheek.

Rayz reached back, steadied Brian's cock and slowly descended onto it, both of them moaning deeply. "Don't move your hands or your hips from the bed. I'll be doing all the work. After all, I'm in charge here, sweetheart."

Brian nodded his head, clutching to the comforter on either side of him. He was breathing hard, trying to stave off cumming until Rayz did. He wouldn't have anyone thinking he couldn't satisfy a woman, whether he be in control or not. His breath hitched and he moaned as he felt her muscles contracting around his cock.

"I wasn't insulting your manliness, sweetheart," Rayz said as she rose up until only the tip of his cock remained inside of her and then lowered herself back down. "Your cock feels so good inside me, by the way."

Brian smirked slightly and then returned to an almost stoic expression. Rayz picked up the pace of raising and lowering herself. Both remained silent except for heavy breathing and groans as sweaty skin slapped together.

"Mmmmmmm, I'm close, sweetheart. Really, really close!" Rayz panted out, her muscles clenching as she rode Brian harder and faster. "Fuck!" Her body locked up and trembled, her pussy squeezing Brian's cock tightly as her orgasm ripped through her body.

Rayz rode out her orgasm, gasping for breath as she rested on Brian's lap. Once she regained her breath, she started to ride his cock again. It was less than half a dozen thrusts before Brian could no longer hold out and groaned, eyes clenched shut tightly as he released into the condom, each spurt setting off sparks through his whole body.

Rayz removed herself from Brian's lap barely after he'd cum and stood on jelly-like legs. "You should go shower now, sweetheart."

Brian nodded his head, pushed himself up from the now totally messed up bed and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He pulled the condom from his softening dick, dropped it into the trash can, turned on the shower and stepped in once he got the temperature just right. The warm spray of water relaxed his sore muscles, his ass still tender from the spanking he'd received. He spent as long as he could washing up, relishing in the soothingness of it until the water started to feel too cool against his skin. He turned the faucets off, stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and pulled the door open. His skin quickly broke into goosebumps from the air conditioning blowing across the drops of water that fell from his hair and rolled down his chest, shoulders and back.

"Rayz?" Brian called out as he walked into the eerily quiet room. He sighed in disgust when he realized that she'd already gone. He arched an eyebrow as he noticed something laying in the middle of the bed.

Walking over, Brian discovered Rayz's black thong folded neatly with a blood red business card on top of it. He picked the card up and snorted as he read it.

Mistress Rayz
Dominating your darkest fantasies

He flipped the card over and found a kiss in black lipstick and a small note.

Sweetheart ~
Keep my thong as a reminder of this evening.

Brian tucked the card and thong into the side pocket of his bag, pulled back the covers, dropped his towel to the floor and climbed into bed naked. He pulled the covers up to his waist, snuggled down into the warmth and almost fell asleep instantly.

Notes

The title and lyrics at the very beginning of this belong to 1990s band, Danger Danger.