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Eager To Syn

Coming Home


Syn had been looking forward to this for two whole months. Touring was his life and he loved it, but right now he could only think about one thing. The one thing he'd been without for that two months. Her.

His woman, his whore.

Brian had attempted to get her to stop, to give it up, but it was useless. So he settled for getting her all to himself whenever he was home. He took a deep breath before putting his key in the door.

***

Becca double checked the room. The dinner that wouldn't get eaten, candles lit, fire in the fireplace, jazz in the background. Her bright blue hair was pulled back and up in a high pony and matched her 5 inch pumps. The button down, tight dress was white and matched the slew of them he kept in his closet for her--a telltale sign he really didn't have a girlfriend.

She steeled herself when she heard his key in the door.

“Honey, I'm home.” Syn gave a wicked grin as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Her smell was intoxicating, bringing back memories of wild nights and her clemency.

Part of him--a part that was new and infuriating--wanted to just kiss her and hold her and gently slide inside her willing, soft body. But he crumpled that part up into a ball and threw it into the trash and locked onto the real him--the part that needed what came next. He wasn't sure what had gone wrong in his noggin that this is what he liked, but it was what it was.

His smile fell. He sniffed her as if he could smell another man on her. Cold, brown eyes narrowed, his teeth clenching, “How dare you show up here after being with him?! I work hard to keep you happy and you fucking cheat on me?!”

“Syn--baby--please! I have no idea what--”

Brian reached back and slapped her, dragging her by the arm down the hall.

Damn, he wasn't fooling around this time. The fight was usually longer, he usually yelled until he worked himself up into a frenzy. What about, always changed. Tonight he'd gone fairly simple. Becca struggled to stay up on her heels as she stumbled behind him.

“Who is he, Becca?!? Who'd you spread those legs for? That pussy is mine and mine only! I'll teach you to step out on me!!” He roared in that beautiful alto, his long fingers digging into her skin. She couldn't really be upset at him. It turned her on just as much as it did him--that, and he was her highest paying customer.

She'd never forget how they'd met, years ago, or how he'd shown her that it was okay to be fucked up, just like he was.

Gates stopped at the end of the hall and typed in the code to get into his playroom. Slamming the door shit behind them, he slammed her up against it.

“Why do you do this to me?” His voice cracked, as if he could feel real emotions towards her. In her mind, she tried to believe it was real, “I’ve thought about nothing but you for months and here you were, being a total slut.”

Brian often threw her occupation in her face during their foreplay fighting. At some point she’d accepted that she loved when he shamed her and wondered if she’d always liked it deep down or now liked it because it was who they were together. Not that it mattered, really.

Syn covered her mouth with his, demanding her kiss as his tongue delved and owned. She loved those firm lips as his fingers ran over her skin. They were already working into the seam that ran down the front of her dress and she bit down on her bottom lip, waiting for one of her favorite moments. His hands clenched at the material and pulled hard in opposite directions, ripping the entire dress down the front, buttons popping off everywhere and skittering across the floor. One or two of his own shirt buttons popped in the process, deepening the V over his chest and revealing more delicious, tattooed skin.

Brian wasn’t nearly as thick as he used to be, but was still all kinds of trim and lithe muscle. His chest rose and fell rapidly before he let himself kiss her again. When their lips parted, Becca let herself fall into his deep chocolate pools for a quick moment before she was being pushed across the room.



“Bra and panties.” Syn whispered in her ear after he yanked at her hair, letting go roughly so she could take them off. Still completely clothed, Brian calmly walked her to the body sized wooden X hanging in midair and began strapping her wrists and ankles to it as she lay there and complied. Once strapped in, he righted her so she could watch him undress.

His hair had gotten longer than she’d ever seen it. Just past his shoulders in the back, the shorter layers on top now could easily be brushed back, but would occasionally fall sexily in his face--outlining his perfectly cut features.

Brian slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and rolled it off his large shoulders, his eyes burning into hers. He went for his belt, a slight smirk at his lips when her pretty blue eyes skirted down his body. As her legs were wide open already, he could see how wet she got when his jeans and boxers hit the floor. Letting his long fingers comb through his beautiful long, black hair, Syn just stood there, feet planted, as his gorgeous cock thickened and beckoned to her.

He sauntered towards her, skilled hand going to his erection and slowly moving up and down, “I do hope you pretend to enjoy this like you always do. I fucking love it when you fake come around me, your pathetic screams filling the air. Makes me come so hard.” This was just another way he shamed her, making fun of how much she enjoyed sex. Because it was certainly never fake. Not with him.

The guitarist moved the chains that were suspended from the ceiling so that she was laid back, parallel with the floor. Her glistening pussy called his name. He always paid the extra amount she required so he wouldn’t have to wear protection, and this time was no different.

His nimble fingers wrapped around the leather straps attached to the contraption near her face so he had leverage to hold onto without even needing to touch her. Moving his hips until his already leaking head lay against her opening, Brian shoved violently forward--burying himself deep inside her.

“Oh, fuck yes….” He moaned, head leaning back as he stayed there, balls deep, “I haven’t been with anyone else, Becca, unlike you. I’ve waited two months for that delicious pussy. So wet. So very, very wet. But you get that wet for any cock, don’t you?”

Actually, she didn’t. But she’d never, ever admitted this to him. Sure, she loved sex and usually didn’t have a hard time getting wet enough for penetration without help, but nothing like when she was with him. And she didn’t always orgasm with her other clients. But she could absolutely count on it with him. Not that he cared, but she’d never been disappointed. Not once.

Brian began his pace and it was brutal as always. His biceps and forearms strained as he held onto the leather straps, his chest broke out in a sheen of sweat, he clenched his teeth at the effort. This was the part he had no problem losing himself in. Despite the fact they were connected in a very personal way, he’d found doing it this way took everything personal out of it. With his eyes closed, it was if she wasn’t even there. Just her slick, warm, inviting heaven.

“Syn!!” Becca whined and moaned, writhing on the contraption as he fucked her punishingly hard.

Brian barely opened his eyes to look at her. Sometimes he couldn’t help it. She was an absolute knockout, which was why she was such a success in her field. Trim and in shape herself, her thin waist was complimented further by her wide hips, curvy ass, and absolutely luscious breasts. But her body was just the beginning.

He told himself that even after all these years he didn’t know a thing about her, but that was a lie. Outside the bedroom, she had this punky attitude that had gotten her noticed in the first place. He’d assumed she was a cute groupie backstage one drunken night and she’d let him know in zero uncertain terms that she was not, but also exactly what a night with her would cost him. He’d been drunk enough to be curious and gave it a try and the rest was history.

He sideways smiled down at her as his hips slapped against hers, “Yeah, Becca baby, come hard for me. You miss your best dom, baby? Fuck yes you did. Uhhh, god, you take me so….hnnn...well...fuck…” He always told himself he never waited for her to finish, but that was another one of the many lies. When she screamed again and shuddered around his cock, he pulled out for a minute to catch his breath.

Most of the time their romps were much more intricate: using all his filthy toys and contraptions and whips and more roleplay. But the times right after he got home from tour were usually like this. Because he'd been holding back for so long, it was rough but quick. Even if he did sleep with the girls on tour, it was always extremely unsatisfactory, boring sex...so he always returned to her with the boiling over libido of a teenager.

Wiping his brow with a towel he grabbed from one of the countless drawers, he took a long drink of water and walked back to her. There was a beautiful blush to her cheeks as her breasts heaved. Her own excitement dripped over her tighter hole and onto the deep cherry wood of the contraption she was strapped to. Brian calmly unbuckled her from everything, only to turn her over and re-secure her--facedown.

Now that she wasn’t looking at him, he didn’t use the straps. Leaning over and bracing his hands on the wood around her middle, he re-entered her and thrust hard and fast.
“Don’t worry, Becca, I’m so fucking horny we’ll be at this for awhile. You’ll be nice and sore. Not that that will stop me tomorrow.”

His thick cock slid in and out of her as the minutes ticked by. For Brian, he loved to work himself into a trance like state where the repetitiveness actually created its own world of pleasure that he would get so wrapped up in everything else fell away. For her, it was sweet torture. Torture that would build her up over and over again, making her come so many times she couldn't possible count and to the point of exhaustion.

After Brian got tired of the trance and realized he was so worked up that she wasn’t going to be able to make him come like that, he stopped. They both took a minute to recover, Syn’s cock still hard as stone and now attached to a very frustrated guitarist.

Becca wasn’t nervous until he put the piece of material in her mouth for her to bite down on. When she heard the condom wrapper, tears already sprung to her eyes. He didn’t usually do this, but really she should have known to expect it or at least realize it was a possibility. Anytime he was gone for long periods of time, he’d come back so unbelievably turned on sometimes vaginal sex just couldn’t get him off. During her luckier instances, he’d just fuck her mouth. But not tonight.

She felt the lube drip over her asshole and tried to relax. Despite the fact that she was a prostitute, he was the only one she ever allowed to do this to her. Didn’t mean she liked it, it just meant she’d charge him more. And that she couldn’t say no to him.

His now rubbered head forced itself in her puckered hole and the wondrous noise he made was almost worth it.
He was a little gentler than he usually was, at least. His cock slowly pushed inside her, pulling out and working farther and farther into her.

“Brian…” Becca cried, fresh tears on her cheeks. Truth be told, she absolutely adored this part. It was fucked, and it hurt like hell, but she liked it. She wasn’t sure what it was--the feeling of being violated, the taboo of anal, the feeling of being stretched...or maybe that she was just into the pain pure and simple. Whatever it was, though, she knew she’d get to ejaculate tonight and that thought made her even hornier for him.

“Ah, fuck yeah…” Syn took a deep breath, taking in the tightness of her back door. Yes, this would definitely get him there. Once he’d slowly gotten his cock all the way inside her ass, he began to slowly roll his hips. Her lips pulled back from her teeth, which only bit harder at the guard he’d given her. He knew she liked anal by the way she came, but he had to admit he had no idea at which point she liked it. Not that it mattered.

He went a little faster. God, that felt incredible. Yes, Becca, make me come…

Brian grinned wide when he finally felt the tingle and burn and coil that signaled he was close. By now he was going much harder, basically fucking her ass as she screamed. Her whole body shook, but she took it.
Becca released the guard and screamed for real, his name echoing through the room as she gushed onto the wood and all over his steeled thickness.

“Fuck yeah, Becca baby, I’m gonna come--”

Her orgasm made his explode that much quicker, his hips slamming up against her as he emptied into the condom.

***

Fifteen minutes later she lay in his plush bed in his enormous master bedroom. She’d already gotten ready for bed and now watched as he did, sweatpants low on his skinny hips as he went through his regimen.

She’d asked him about tour and he’d told her it went well and told her a few stories. But after that they didn’t have much to say.

For the first year that they’d done this, she always left afterwards. But for a good amount of that time, he’d only been a great customer. When their relationship strayed into the strange and forbidden, eventually she had insisted on some changes if they were going to keep doing this. He had as well.

When he was home from tour...she was his and no one else's. Despite the fact that he was irrevocably emotionally unavailable. She agreed, but only if she got to stay with him. It was as if they played house--both terrible at it, but at least the sex was mind-blowing.

Brian finally came to bed and sat on the edge with an annoyed huff. Her eyes narrowed. He wasn’t about to really get into this again, was he?



“Becca...just...why? I could give you everything.” His voice was quiet, his eyes distant like they always were.
Tears came to her eyes. She was sick and tired of this conversation, “We’ve talked about this, Brian. Why do you have to do this to me every time you come home?”

Me do this to you? What about what you do to me? While I’m on tour, I have to live with the fact that you’re out there whoring yourself out to any man with cash!!”

She wasn’t too proud to slap him across his pretty cheek. His head stayed turned, eyes closing because he knew he deserved it.

“You leave that talk for the bedroom or we’re done, Syn!” She fumed.

“We are in the bedroom.”

“You know what I mean!!” Becca threw up her hands, “You could never give me everything, Brian. Don’t pretend like you can.”

He leaned over on his elbows again, fingers tangling in his hair as he got more frustrated, “Feelings fade, Beccs. I could give you a good life, who cares about the romance shit?”

I do, Brian! You know this! Why do you care?!? Fuck, I’m so tired of your macho alpha complex.” She got up and started towards her closet.

“You like it in the sac.” His long legs carried him across the room and he yanked her by the wrist up against his body as he smirked down at her. She scream-huffed and wriggled away.

“Where are you going?” Brian snarled.
“I’ve told you a hundred times to get over me having my job. If you can’t handle it--”
“What?! You’ll leave?!? I fucking pay you, don’t I??”

“Uhhh!!” She stomped her foot and started packing.
Part of him was a little turned on by how cute she was when she was angry, but the rest of him was pissed that she would really leave.

Syn hauled her off the floor and spilled her back on the bed as she shrieked at him. He pointed a finger down at her, “Don’t you dare go anywhere. And stop yelling, it’s turning me on. Do whatever the fuck you want when I’m not here, see if I care.” He waved her off and went to his patio for a cigarette to calm his nerves. Damn, he already wanted to fuck her again, but he knew there’s no way even she would be up for it again anytime soon.

He tried to tell himself that he didn’t care when he could hear her soft cries as she tried to go to sleep.

***

Notes

Hope this was okay!!! I promise this will get more interesting, this is just a little taste.

Thanks for reading, lemme know whatcha think!!!

Comments

@Misery
Bahaha, I so wasn't lol....(wondering, that is). You crack me the fuck up!

violetvictoria violetvictoria
8/18/20

@violetshade
Whores in this house. There’s some whores in this house... It’s US in case you were wondering *shrug*

Misery Misery
8/18/20

@california_gurl
You are quite very welcome! And thank you for the compliment! I'm really gonna miss this story once it's over. I'll always have another up my sleeve, though!

@Misery
Bahaha, thank you Misery! You always know what to say to me, lol!

violetvictoria violetvictoria
8/17/20

@violetshade
I said certified freak. Seven days a week. Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak!

Yarp. I went there. And you’re fuckin’ welcome.

Misery Misery
8/17/20

I seriously will never get over those gifs.. mmmph. Thank you for the update, the world is lacking in sexy Syn stories anymore

california_gurl california_gurl
8/14/20