Eager To Syn

***

Syn growled to himself when he woke up alone. He should’ve known she’d be up already. Didn’t mean she was getting out of it.

He stalked downstairs with his sweatpants low on his hips as usual, watching her for a moment at the bottom of the stairs as she made breakfast for herself. This wouldn’t take long, so he didn’t feel that bad.

Only walking up to her and looking down into her bright baby blues, she put down everything and dropped to her knees. Part of their agreement was that on the nights he got home from tour, he could do whatever he wanted to her, but that she would at least get the morning “off”. But "off" definitely meant her, not him.
Her oral skill absolutely could not be beat, and seconds later he was coming with a satisfied groan.

“Wow, Beccs. The fingers in my ass were a nice touch. You’ve never done that before.” Syn came up behind her while she washed her hands at the sink and put his hands at her waist.

Becca pretended that the move didn’t make her weak at the knees, especially when he inhaled into her hair.
He sat at the island and soon they were eating breakfast together. She ate bacon and eggs while he drank a pre-workout shake and read the paper, a thing she’d never even done in her life.

Fifteen minutes later, he was out the door for his five mile run.

***

When he got back, Becca was watching tv and he walked in front of her--blocking her view.

“Go on. Right now.”

She did her best to hide her giddiness and slowly walked in front of him to the playroom. Working out often gave him a rush that led to sex--usually particularly hot sex. Although, that was probably because he was dripping wet with sweat and his breathing labored more than usual.

Today, it was upped a level since his hair was so freaking long and he kept having to run his fingers through it.

“Pick out the biggest whip you can handle, I’m not going to be nice with it.” His cold eyes looked her over once she was naked. The empty, even way he said everything had taken her a long time to get used to, but eventually she found it eerily sexy.

She knew pretending to be nervous is what he craved, so she played along and boldly picked one with several long, thick lashes on it.

Brian raised a brow as he took it from her, his lips quirking up on one side, “If you’re sure.”

She only gave him a seductive look before going towards the bed. At first, she lay on her back. The guitarist drug the ends over her naked flesh and down between her legs before flicking it onto her legs and waist. A little harder over her breasts, a little harder still over her pussy. Becca flinched and moaned under his assault.

“Over now!” He barked and she was on all fours in a flash. Brian let go, his animal instincts taking over as he reached back and whipped her hard across her rear end, again between her shoulder blades, and again over her ass.
“Brian!!”
“Shut it, Beccs!” He thundered and let the whip fall to the floor. A moment later, she had been blindfolded and her wrists tied to the bed, on her back. Brian lowered a bar from the canopy over the bed that kept her feet up and back, knees bent so she was on display for him and her ankles cuffed in place.

Becca moaned softly at the polar opposite feeling of a feather dragging over her nipples. They immediately got hard, peaks beckoning to him. He teased every inch of her body except for her already wet opening.
Brian upped his game, putting an ice cube in his mouth before rubbing it over her clit.

“Oh, Bri--please!”

He tongued what was left of the cube of ice into her and she came apart, shivering with want when the cool liquid dripped over her asshole. Syn quickly and hotly spanked her vagina as she yelped--once, twice, three times as he taunted her with mean words in between each.

Brian used another cube on her pebbled peaks before kissing her, his cold lips and tongue heating against hers, “I’m not fucking that pussy for awhile, but maybe if you beg me enough I’ll get to is sooner rather than wayyy later.” He removed her mask and smirked before getting off the bed and grabbing a condom.

Again? Damn, she could only take so much. She was still a little sore from the night before. She also knew he’d want to hear her reservations.

“Brian, I-I want to, I do, but--”
“But what Becca? You’re going to let me fuck you in the ass and you’re going to like it and maybe if you’re a good little girl, I’ll fuck your wet pussy afterwards. Now shut the fuck up and take it.”
Well, then.
Brian lubed up his thickened cock and pushed his head to her entrance. When she inhaled nervously, he rolled his eyes.

“Fine. You’ll get two fingers first, but that’s all.” He did as he said, her pleased cries filling the air as he finger fucked her tighter hole. Before she could come, his long digits retreated and were replaced by his cock. Despite his fingers, it was still a stretch that had her breathing raggedly and crying out in desperation.
“Brian, oh god--”

“Oh, fuck, Becca…” Syn moaned as he slid all the way in. Grabbing onto her ankles that were already suspended near his shoulders, the tightness overcame him and his hips quickly became too much for her. He thrust away, ignoring her pleas. They had a word, but she didn’t use it because the one and only time she’d ever used it--he’d up and left and she didn’t hear from him for four months.

Pretty soon she could only see his chin as he leaned back and let out a long groan, his orgasm racing through him.



His eyelids low, he grinned wide as he looked down at her. Gently pulling out, he threw away the condom and kissed her ankles. Slowly un-cuffing her ankles, his brown eyes dragged over her body before meeting hers.

Fucking christ….this was worst than the coldness. His whole demeanor changed to the sweetness she yearned so much for. Every now and then he’d get in the mood to tease her, pretending to be a gentle lover that took care of her needs and made love to her. She loved and hated it. Becca cutely bit her lip as he raised himself over her, eyes sparkling. The moment he un-cuffed her wrists, her hands were all over his sweaty body, stroking his soft cock as she licked at his sweat.

“My little kitten...so eager…” Brian groaned as he let her go on. He took his length out of her hand and guided himself between her thighs, taking her in one gentle thrust, “Hmmmm...you feel incredible, Becca…” He rolled his hips and chuckled lightly when she came a moment later, “Yes, that’s a good girl...I love how you feel inside when you come…” Syn whispered into her ear before attacking her neck with kisses and licks.

She couldn’t help but giggle, moaning as his perfect missionary technique continued to send her flying. Her fingers bunched in his black, matted hair, her toes curled, her tummy trembled. His shoulders tensed, his hand smoothed down over her outer thigh, his warmer chocolate eyes met hers.

Brian groaned loudly, clenching his teeth when he felt her come on his lower abs, “Fuck, yeah--” His second orgasm spilled into her as he rocked his hips through it.

Becca smoothed her hands over his back and breathed in his musky scent for the few moments he laid on top of her. But soon he was gone, pulling on his shorts and heading for the shower. At least it was after a smile and a wink her way.



****

Becca relaxed in the hot tub that evening with a glass of wine. It was quite welcome. Soothing her sore muscles that Brian had everything to do with, it let her mind wander.

She had no idea what kind of “complex” she had, or if it was just normal, but she loved Brian almost exactly the way he was. Loved that he was a complete asshole and taunted her to her face. Degraded her and took her body anytime he wanted for his own pleasure without another thought to her own.

Sure, she had hoped for years that he’d confess his love for her and they’d live happily ever after, but most of her knew that was crazy and would never happen--so she took what little she could get. His sex.

The back door opened and snapped her form her thoughts, “Becca, I need you to be ready for scenario 6A in five minutes. I’ll be in the Escalade.” And it slammed shut.

Oh, she liked 6A. She’d take 6B anytime, too, but right now A seemed better. She almost wondered what had gotten into him, he almost always preferred B. Becca quickly got out and dried off, throwing on some jeans and a tshirt and climbing in the SUV next to him.

Syn leaned over and kissed her cheek, “You look really pretty.”
She giggled and blushed, “Thank you, Brian.”
“Glad to see your father didn’t come outside with his shotgun this time,” He laughed nervously.
“Yes, well…” She cleared her throat and looked up at him from under her lashes, “I may have told him I’m going to Lisa’s for the night.”
His brown eyes widened as he glanced over at her while he was attempting to back out of the garage, “For the night, hm?”

They both let the question hang in the quiet vehicle as he drove. Brian had laced his fingers through hers, and when he got to his destination, he parked without a word.

“Brian, I don’t know about this…”

Becca looked out over the city lights from the bluff that they usually parked at whenever they did this role play.

“Becca, you don’t really want to wait through dinner, do you?” Syn turned his confident gaze on her as his body also faced her. Leaning over, he softly kissed her pliant lips. At first, she kissed him back deeply, but when he cupped her through her shirt, she pressed a hand to his chest, “Brian, I’m serious. I….I’m not sure that I’m ready. I thought I was, but….”

Syn didn’t stop, but went on kissing her face and neck, “Baby, lets just mess around then. We don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want. But I need to get off, honey. Go on, get in the back.”

Soon they were wrapped in one another’s embrace in the backseat of the Cadillac. He had her jeans off in an instant and went for her panties. When he was kissing her thighs, she was supposed to act like she didn’t want him to, act like he’d never done it before, but she was getting wrapped up in the sensations of his tongue and lips.

“Becca.” Syn gave her a stern look and smacked the outside of her thigh to bring her back to earth.
Oh, right.

“Brian...I’ve never…let anyone do that to me before. Please stop.”

“Cmon, baby. You’ll love it. You know how good my fingers feel in there, I want to show you how good my tongue is.”
“O-okay…”

She practically jumped through the roof when he licked up her slit, “Brian! Oh god….” His tongue separated her lips and dove inside her, “Oh, that’s fantastic!”

This part was easy, since it was fantastic. She was supposed to be reserved, so Becca made sure to not be as loud, and let him work her up slowly. This part was more difficult, since she knew he could bring her to orgasm so fast it made her head spin. But he didn’t. He eventually got her there, and she let out quiet oh’s until she was purring in release.

“Has that never happened to you?” He raised above her and wiped his mouth.
Becca panted and lost herself in his eyes, “Um….no. That was amazing.”

“Now will you please let me be the first man inside you? I want to make you come like that. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
“Brian, I don’t know…”

Syn slipped two fingers inside her, making her eyelids flutter, “My cock is so hard for you, baby. Please. Imagine if this was my dick, how much better than would feel…”

Becca let out a breathy moan, “C-can’t I just...watch you touch yourself like last time?”
“Baby, pleeeeaase…” He kissed her neck again, “I don’t want to touch myself, I want to be inside you. Fuck you.”

“O-okay, Brian.”

He stopped and looked down at her with a smirk, “Oh, baby girl, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

She watched, a nervous fingertip at her mouth as he took his pants off. Holding himself over her, Brian dragged a finger down her cheek as he slowly entered her, watching her face closely for her reaction--his favorite part.

It contorted in pain as she squirmed, “Brian--stop--ah!” She pushed both hands to his chest but he didn’t budge, “It hurts--” She sobbed.

A smile threatened at one corner of his lips before they crashed onto hers. She whimpered as he rolled his hips, “Oh god, that virgin pussy is so tight--” Syn breathed out a long groan as he closed his eyes, “Don’t worry, baby, the...pain...goes away…”

Becca cried quietly, now clinging to him, “A-are you s-sure? Brian...make it stop...ow!”
“Fuck….ah, so good…I’m sorry, baby, but I’ve got to go faster--”
“Bri, you promised--”

His hips picked up speed and she matched it with her pleas as her crying got louder.
“Fuck…”
Becca slapped at his chest, now sobbing, “Brian...please…”
“C’mon, baby, relax. Just let me fuck you, it’ll be over soon.”

She covered her face with her hands as he fucked harder and harder. After her cries had subsided, she let out a quiet moan.

Brian grinned, “See, baby? There ya go…”
“Oh, Brian….oh god, it does….oh you feel so good…”
“You gonna come baby? Let me see you come.”

Becca let it build a little longer before arching back in climax, shuddering around him.
“Yeah, Becca...fuck, I’m coming….” He winced as he drove hard into her, “You make me come so hard…” He whispered as the last of it spurt into her.

Brian collapsed onto her, “Beccs, that was so fucking hot...how have you gotten even better at that?”

For a sweet, wonderful moment, she smiled to herself as he held her and complimented her. Then, as always, it was ripped from her grasp.

“Oh, right,” Syn pulled out and grabbed her chin, his eyes going back to his typical coldness, “You do this for a living.”

Brian shoved off, silently getting dressed and climbing back in the front seat. Silence dripped heavily in the air on their way home.

At a stop light, he leaned over to her and lightly kissed right under her ear, “Desperate.”

Apparently, he wasn’t done for the night. That was his key word that let her know how he wanted her to fight back. The minute he straightened, he was back at being angry, “Becca, just...why, baby?”

He left it open-ended, so if she wanted, she could choose what they fought about. She sighed, lip trembling, “I’m sorry, Syn. You’re plenty enough for me, I just….you weren’t here and I was horny.”

She could see the flash of dark satisfaction in his eyes with her topic of choice. He’d never in all their years together walked in on her pleasing herself because he kept her so extremely satisfied. But he’d always made his wishes known on the subject, that he would be very displeased if she ever did.

“How could you go behind my back like that? You could have called, you know I’d be home in a flash. And you know I don’t like it. Am I not enough for you, is that it?!” He was going from sad to angry. Becca went to grab his hand and he yanked it away, “Don’t touch me right now. You’ll be severely punished when we get home, don’t think you can get out of it, either.” He seethed.

She pretended to be nervous, “No, Syn baby, please. I said I’m sorry! I’ll let you please me, just don’t. Anything but...but the paddle.”

***

Becca writhed as she tried to stay in place, bent over his knee. It was an awkward position for him to be in and paddle her, but it was one of his (and her) favorites. He’d gone with a smaller, square one so that he could do it this way, reminding her what a bad girl she was as he paddled her hard over and over.

“I better never see you pleasing yourself ever again, you hear me?” His voice was stern, but even and not yelling. He waited for her response.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good Beccs. Now suck me off.”

Brian wanted to fuck her, but not as much as he wanted to see the questioning look in her eyes as she sucked his cock. While he had every intention of satisfying her with toys afterwards, she didn’t know that and he wasn’t going to tell her. He wanted her to think that he was going to leave her unsatisfied. It’s what she deserved, even though she’d done nothing wrong.

His eyelashes fluttered as she worked his dick in and out of her warm mouth, stroked him, licked him. When she paused to put two fingers in her own mouth, he raised a brow, but opened his legs as he sat. He let her finger him and when she found his pleasure point and massaged it, he was coming hard two seconds later into her mouth.

Becca nervously wiped her lips. He wouldn’t really leave her high and...wet, right?? Her pussy ached with want. She needed him so badly, but he was already spent, for the second time that night. He would be done until morning.

Brian led her over to another side of the room where something new had been installed recently. He yanked the cover off of it and her eyes widened.

“Go on. You sit here and I’ll work it for you, you don’t have to do a thing.”

She grinned wide. He did wish to please her.

Laying back on a wide bench, she held her own legs up as he adjusted the adjoining contraption that controlled a dildo. Pushing a button, it moved forward until it slid all the way in her. Becca moaned out with a quiet yes. Another button and it was moving. Another and it went faster. And faster. And faster. Then deeper.

“Oh god, Brian!!”

He smirked as he stood at the end of the table, watching her come. She really was beautiful when she came.

Syn adjusted it again and again, making it go faster and slower, with different attachments, until she’d been satisfied countless times. By the time he was done with her, she had to be carried in his arms off to bed.

***

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