Ruby's POV

I gazed out at the moon, shining brightly in the night sky as we made our way to Chicago. Though our arrival was hours away, I felt nervous. I hadn't been home in a very, very long time. At the very least, we weren't going to be in Fuller Park, and even if Jack decided to attend Warped Tour, I'd be backstage, so the chances of me running into him were slim.

Brian slid into the seat beside me, his arms snaking around my waist as he rested his chin on top of my head. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"
"Tomorrow's tour date." I replied. "Feels strange to be going home."
"It's not your home anymore." he chuckled.
"I know that." I sighed, leaning into him. "It never was, really."
"And it's only one day." Brian cooed, tightening his arms around me. "Besides, I'm never letting you run away from me again."
"You're not the Boss of me, Haner." I teased, turning to face him.
"You sure about that?" he challenged, grasping my jaw and drawing my face to his.

He gently pried my lips apart, his tongue slipping into my mouth and teasing mine. I let out a low moan into his mouth in response, burying my fingers in his hair as his hands traveled down my back and groped my ass.

"Guys, get a fucking room." Matt groaned from nearby.
"Stop watching." I giggled.
"Not our fault it turns you on." Brian added.
"In your dreams, Gates." Matt rolled his eyes.

The lights on the bus flickered and we slowed to a stop.

"Aw, c'mon, not now!" John groaned from the driver's seat.
"Everything okay up there?" Matt asked him.
"Let me go check." John grumbled, hoisting himself out of his seat and stepping off the bus.
"I hope it's nothing major." I said.
"Yoo, what's going on with the bus?" Jimmy asked, suddenly appearing in the doorway to the bunk area. "I was just about to take on the Spirit Temple boss back there and the power cut out."
"You're playing fucking Zelda, again?" Matt growled. "I told you not to touch my fucking save file!"
"The kid Dungeons suck, Shadows." Jimmy protested. "You're further along than me."
"I swear to god, Rev, if you screw up my game-"
"Uh, guys?" John's voice interrupted the boy's little dispute. "Bad news."
"What?" Brian asked.
"I don't think this bus is gonna be rolling anytime soon, and we can't get a mechanic out until the morning."
"Damn Tour Curse!" Jimmy cried. "Damn these old buses, damn them all to Hell!"
"Seriously?" Brian groaned.
"Dan's gonna take you guys to a Motel for the night." John stated. "Since we have no power on the bus."
"And on the way to Chicago, the last thing you want is no heat, believe me." I chimed in.
"She's right." John nodded.
"I hate Motel rooms." Brian grumbled. "Fuckin' jizz-stained mattresses and AIDS."
"Don't be such a fucking diva." I teased.
"We're not living on a dollar a day budget anymore, Gates." Matt snorted.
"I'm sure Dan found somewhere real nice that we can shack up at for the night." Jimmy sang, bouncing from one foot to the other...

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Broken Arrow, Oklahoma



We had all piled into Dan's minivan that followed the bus around on tour in case of emergencies like this, and he'd driven us to the Fairfield Inn. It was simple, not exactly glamorous, but clean. We sat around the reception area as Dan spoke to the staff, praying that they'd have some vacancies this time of night.

"Good news." Dan grinned, walking toward us. "They have four rooms available, just means a few of us are gonna have to share beds."

We followed a staff member as they showed us all to our respected rooms. Dan and the Berry brothers first, Zacky and Johnny next. We stopped outside the room Matt, Demi and Jimmy were sharing, and Demi enveloped me in a hug.

"I may have persuaded Dan to let you and Brian have your own room tonight." she whispered. "Have fun, be safe." she smirked, slipping a condom into the pocket of my shorts.
"Yes Mom." I rolled my eyes as she drew away.
"You're welcome." she winked, before stepping inside her suite and closing the door behind her.

Brian and I were shown to our room, and almost immediately after the staff member left, Brian had me backed up against the door. His lips crashed down on mine as my fingers buried themselves into his hair, gasping as he bit my bottom lip and captured my tongue with his own. His hands skimmed up and down my sides, groping my breasts and making me moan against his mouth.

I gasped for air as Brian's lips left mine and traveled along my jaw, nibbling at my earlobe, his fingertips trailing along my exposed thigh as I wrapped a leg around his waist. - I whimpered softly as his touch sent a wave of heat between my legs. He pulled my shirt off and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back as his lips traveled down my neck, nipping at the soft flesh of my breasts, discarding my bra in the process.

My breaths became heavier as Brian's hands ran up and down my back as he teased my nipple with his tongue, gently dragging his teeth over it before he switched to the other. They hardened in arousal and I sighed as he ran them between his fingers, before flipping me around and forcing my palms flat against the door.

Brian reached around and unbuttoned my shorts, letting them drop to the floor. I moaned softly as his thumbs trailed along the waistband of my panties, gasping as they passed over my hipbones, which had always been a super sensitive spot for me.

"Brian." I breathed as his hand began to tease me through my panties.
"You like that, baby?" he purred.
"Mhm." I nodded.

I cried out as he began to tease my clit through the fabric, my mind traveling back to that very first night in Vegas. Even back then, Brian had known exactly how to touch me, and all these weeks later, I wished I had let him take me then and there.

"Brian." I said, turning to face him.
"What?" he growled, pinning my wrists against the door.
"Fuck me." I hissed. "Fuck me the way you were gonna fuck me that first night, back in Vegas."
"We'll get to that." he smirked. "Keep this on, though." he added, hooking a finger into the O-ring of the collar I'd decided to wear today.

He drew my arms around his neck and lifted me, dimming the lights before carrying me over to the bed. I fell into the mattress and he laid over me, his tongue diving into my mouth, each teasing caress gently stoking the fire that was gradually building between my legs. I hiked up the bottom of his tank, gently tugging at the hem until he got the message and tugged it off over his head. I smirked as I grasped at his biceps, trailing my hands over his shoulders and along his chest, my fingers tracing the "Shithead" tattoo that matched my "Cuntbag" one.

"How did I resist you for so long?" I whispered, biting my lip. "You're beautiful."
"Speak for yourself." Brian hissed, trailing his fingers down my collarbone and grasping at my breast. "You're fucking perfect." His hand traveled down my side and brushed between my legs, and I gasped at his touch.

He got back to work on my breasts, his tongue flicking over my nipples as he continued to tease me through the fabric of my panties. I let out a whimper as he kissed his way down my stomach, pushing my legs apart and kissing and biting the insides of my thighs. I squirmed in response, and he kissed my clit, still concealed by my underwear but aching with desire as more and more minutes passed.

"Brian, please." I whimpered, feeling the warmth of his mouth through the fabric as he teased me. "Just fuck me."
He smirked up at me as he slipped his index finger beneath the fabric, trailing up and down the hem, the tip of his finger tracing beside my entrance, before pulling away and getting off the bed.
"Brian!" I snapped. "Stop being a fucking tease!"
"Oh, I'll stop teasing." He chuckled as he pulled me toward him by my ankles, standing before me and sitting me upright at the edge of the bed. "But we're gonna have a little fun, first."
I watched as he un-clipped one of the chains attached to his jeans.
"Since you seem to love calling me Daddy so much." Brian smirked, clipping the chain to the metal loop at the front of my collar. "I think it's about time I took advantage of that."
"What'd you have in mind?" I asked, mirroring his smirk.
He gently tugged on the chain as he backed up a few steps, clicking his fingers as he pointed to the floor. "Get on your knees."
"Yes." I giggled, kneeling before him. "Daddy Gates."
"That actually has quite a nice ring to it." he purred, running his fingers through my hair before tilting my face upward. "You know what to do, Baby."

I drew in a deep breath as shivers ran up my back; the husky tone in his voice giving me goosebumps. Slowly, I reached up and unbuckled his belt, dragging down the zipper of his jeans with my teeth. I looked up into his eyes as I gently tugged down his boxer briefs, and his hardness sprang up in front of my face.

"Good girl." he whispered, gathering up my hair in his hands. "You want me to fuck you? Fucking earn it."

Warmth pooled between my legs at his words. I was this level of Submissive only on occasion, and God; Brian's assertiveness was turning me on. I wrapped my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue around it and gathering up spit. My tongue briefly rubbed the underside of his shaft, before I dragged my lips back over the tip.

"Fuck." Brian cursed under his breath.

I ran my tongue along his length, slicking him up all over, my hands gently stroking his balls - Eternally thankful that he shaved down there. He squirmed at my touch, and I smirked up at him before sliding my lips over his cock once more, edging him further into my mouth. I began to glide up and down his length, continuing to rub my tongue along the bottom of his shaft each time I drew back. He grew harder inside my mouth, and I reached up to massage my thumbs against his hips as I kept going.

"Sweet fucking jesus." he groaned, shaking slightly as his grip on my hair tightened.

The warmth between my legs was a raging fire now, giving head had always made me insanely wet. I moaned in response and teased the slit of his cock, tasting the pre-cum on my tongue, before taking him into my mouth once more. I edged him deeper until he hit the back of my throat and he grunted in response, thrusting himself into my mouth.

"Fuuuuuck." he groaned, coming hard.

I swallowed everything he had to give, feeling the warmth slide down my throat. My lips trailed back along his length and I kissed it as I looked up into his eyes.

"Good girl." he smirked, stroking my cheek. "On your feet." he ordered, tugging on the chain and making me stand up.

He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply as he laid me back down. I gently dragged my nails up his back, and he scooted me further along the bed. He drew my hands up through the metal bars of the headboard, un-clipping the chain from my collar and wrapping it around my wrists, securing me to the frame.

"Fun's not over yet, sweetheart." he smirked, leaving the bed briefly to grab his bandana from the back pocket of his jeans. "You've earned your prize, but why not make it a little more exciting?"

He folded the bandana several times before tying it around my head like a blindfold. My vision now obscured, I felt goosebumps form on my skin as he trailed his fingers down my sides, tracing my nipples with his thumbs in gentle circles. He kissed his way down my stomach once more, trailing his tongue along the waistband of my panties and biting my hips. I squirmed in response, and his fingers curled into the sides, finally dragging them off.

"Mmm, someone's a little wet." he purred, running his hands down the insides of my thighs.
"God, Brian." I groaned, squirming at his touch. "Please, baby, I can't take it anymore."

I gasped as I felt the warmth of his lips against me, finally. His tongue gently flicked and circled my clit, and I cried out as he gently nipped at my lower lips. He continued to tickle my clit with swift strokes of his tongue and I felt his fingertips begin to glide up and down my entrance, dripping wet with desire.

"Brian, please." I squirmed, moving my hips toward him.
"You want it, baby?" he cooed.
"I need you, so fucking badly." I whimpered. "Touch me, Syn."
"Say it again." he ordered. "My full name."
I smiled. Just like the first time. "Touch me, Synyster Gates."
"Good girl."

I cried out as his long, slender fingers finally slipped inside me, pumping in and out of me gently as his tongue continued to work on my clit. My breaths came out in short, sharp gasps; I had never felt this sensitive before. His fingers curled inside me, hitting that sweet spot and teasing me with all the skill he had gained from all the years he'd spent playing guitar.

"Fuck, baby." I whimpered.
"You like that?" he cooed.
"God yes..."

He flicked his tongue against my clit faster, sucking and biting as he fingered me harder. I squirmed at his touch, arcing my back and moaning loudly, not giving a flying fuck who heard me. Brian was making me feel fucking incredible and I wanted the fucking world to know it.

And I used to call Jack my Rock Star?
He had nothing on Brian...

"Syn." I panted. "Oh fuck, I'm close."
He pulled his fingers out from inside me, ripping off the blindfold and wrapping his hand around my throat. "You're not coming until I'm inside you." he growled.
"Then fuck me." I hissed.

He dove off the bed and snatched up my shorts, digging into the pocket and retrieving the condom Demi had given me, throwing my shorts aside before joining me on the bed once more. He stood over me as he tore the wrapper open with his teeth, burying his fingers in my hair as he looked down at me, rubbing his cock against my lips. I teased him until he was fully erect once more, making sure to leave a small amount of saliva as I pulled away, knowing it would add to his pleasure.

"Good girl." he said once more, rolling the condom on over his length.

Brian laid over me, those dark brown orbs piercing mine as he teased me with the tip of his cock, my chest rising and falling with my heavy breathing. He slipped inside me just the tiniest amount, before pulling out and tauntingly gliding himself up and down my wet entrance.

"Brian please." I squirmed. "Fuck me."
"I guess I've tortured you long enough." He smirked, and his dark eyes blazed with lust as he finally slid into me.

I cried loudly out in response, arcing my back, my eyes rolling back into my head. He began a gentle pace, slowly sliding in and out of me, finally beginning to satisfy the intense ache I had felt this whole time. I wished I could reach out and bury my face in his shoulder, but my arms were still firmly secured to the headboard.

"Brian, release me, please." I begged. "I wanna touch you."
He unraveled the chain, releasing my hands from their bind. "Come here, baby." he smiled, lifting me into his arms.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he began to penetrate me once more, driving himself deeper and hitting my sweet spot. I moaned into his shoulder and he sped up his thrusts, his beautiful hips meeting mine each time he entered. I kissed and nipped at his neck, dragging my nails up his spine as his cock continued to hit me right where I needed him most.

"God yes, Brian." I choked out.
"That feel good, baby?"
"Fuck yes."

He flipped me onto my stomach and leaned over me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I sighed as I leaned into him, loving the security I had always felt in his arms. He slid inside me once more and wasted no time in speeding up his pace, making me whimper in response.

"You are so, fucking beautiful." he purred in my ear, kissing my shoulder. "Jack is an absolute fucking moron for throwing you away, but he did me a favor."
I cried out as he fucked me harder, each thrust making me see stars.
"You're mine, now." he growled. "And I am never letting you go."

Brian flipped me onto my back once more, lifting my legs over his shoulders. His sexy dark brown eyes blazed with lust as he pounded into me, sweat beginning to drench his hair. I grasped at the headboard, never taking my eyes off his, screaming louder and louder as I felt myself come closer and closer. And by the look in his eyes, I knew he was close, too.

"Come with me, Baby." he ordered, reaching down to tease my clit.
"BRIAN! FUUUCK!" I screamed, pressing myself against him as we joined each other in simultaneous ecstasy.
"FUCK RUBY!"

The incredible high lingered for several moments, and as it began to fade, Brian leaned his forehead against mine, the both of us panting as we came to. He grasped my jaw and kissed me hard, desperately, like his life depended on it, and I responded with the same eagerness.

"You're mine." he breathed as we broke apart.
"I'm yours..."

Notes

So like, keep in mind, I'm Australian and trying to write a story based in the US when my knowledge of the country is very limited. So like, a lot of research and google mapping has gone into this story. As soon as I saw there was a city called Broken Arrow in Oklahoma, I HAD to take advantage of it. It fit too perfectly. This story is actually based off the song by Pixie Lott, but finding out that little tidbit of information was amazing. :3

Just to clarify; the Daddy thing goes no further than simply saying the word in submission. (hence why I only had her say it once) I do not condone the weird-ass fetish, it creeps me out. I just wanted to take advantage of Ruby's running joke, and have a little fun with it.
This chapter took FOUR ENTIRE FUCKING HOURS TO WRITE!
I hope ya'll enjoyed it, you dirty little fucks ;)

Here, bonus Brian gif because I fucking died when I watched the visualizer for God Only Knows



Daddy.

Until next time xx