“Why are you down here, Beccs? I’ve been looking for you.” Syn sauntered over to where she was huddled on the couch watching tv in the finished basement. When he neared her, her blue eyes looked away as she clutched a box closer to her chest. He reached down and took it from her, shaking his head when he realized it was the chocolates he kept out of reach from her.

“What have I told you about chocolate, dear?”

Becca didn’t look up, “That I’ll get fat.”
“And we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Brian actually found himself trying not to laugh. Trying to scold her took a moment, but he cleared his throat so he’d sound serious, “You know where to go. I’ll be down eventually.”



The corner. She both loved and hated it. Made to make her feel like a dirty, scolded child.

Becca made her way to his playroom and put herself in said corner. There were two widely separated padded areas where her knees went. She bent over, putting her wrists above her head in the stockade-like holes that slid shut and locked, only to be opened by someone else by a switch on the wall. Her head rested on a padded surface. It was made specifically for time-outs. For waiting periods of time with her naked ass in the air, knees apart, just waiting for his punishment.

What seemed like an hour later but was in truth about fifteen minutes, She heard the door close. Becca was always to lie there facing the opposite wall so that she couldn’t see him.

“Such a good girl. For your cooperation, I’ll be somewhat lenient. I will not punish you further, but this will be only about me getting off. Not you. If you don’t come fast, you don’t get to. I’ve already jerked off almost to the point of completion, so this shouldn’t take long.”

She did her best to ready herself for this. He wouldn’t really leave her wanting, right? He never had before.

Brian knelt on the surface that held her legs apart, another padded surface made for his comfort. Her pussy glistened and looked so very inviting. He was frustrated past the point where he just wanted to come.
Syn thrust inside her, immediately moaning deeply when he slid all the way in and got to fucking.

“Ah, gawd, Beccs, fuck yes--” Brian spent himself several thrusts in, burying himself as his cock throbbed.
Becca whined, close to release but definitely not there yet.

Brian flicked the switch on the wall setting her free. She whirled around, grasping as him, begging him.
“You wouldn’t, Syn--”
“Oh yes I would, sweetie. You know this relationship is all about your punishment. For being such a slut. Maybe later I’ll satisfy you, but not now. Go clean yourself up.”

She stared as he zipped up and walked out.

That’s it, she thought. Finding her favorite clit vibrator, she took care of herself--making sure her moans were loud enough to where he might hear her. If he hated it so much, he shouldn’t drive her to do it.

As she lay spent on the bed, Brian thundered back in the room. When he stood at the door and found what he assumed he would, he slammed it shut and strode angrily across the room. Climbing over her, he narrowed his eyes and let her see how pissed off he truly was, “I never thought you’d really do that to me, Beccs. I should have known I’d never be enough for a whore like you.”

Becca sat up on her elbows, metaphorically standing up for herself for the first time ever in the playroom, “Well I never thought you’d do that to me. Despite all our scenarios and games, Brian, you always make me come. Always.”

For a moment, she saw his eyes soften, but only before they hardened again so fast she thought she probably made it up.

He chuckled darkly, “Well, looks like you’ll get what you want. Now I have to punish you and you’re such a dirty little girl I’m sure you’ll come lots of times.” Syn grasped both her wrists above her head, hands so tight it was bordering on painful, “You get the whip tonight. The king.”

The flash of fear in her eyes was her permission. Brian yanked her up, quickly fastening both her wrists into handcuffs that dangled from the ceiling. These held her on her knees in the middle of the bed, arms over her head and back to him.

Stripping down to his boxers, Gates unlocked the most expensive whip he’d ever bought. It was made of the finest leather and meant to cut skin without leaving too much of a scar. He hated leaving marks on her beautiful skin, and had only done it two other times in their years together, but he was seeing red and knew she’d get off from the pain alone...well, the pain combined with the fact he was punishing her.

Taking a deep breath, Brian attempted to steady himself. He knew he should compliment his strikes with sexy words of derision, but could hardly think straight. How dare she? She knew it was his biggest hot button. While he had teased her, it was for her own pleasure--so that when he satisfied her later it would be that much better.
He unleashed, the whip cracking in the air as it split down her back. A single drop of blood leaked out of part of the cut. Brian paused, licking at it and then laughing when she shuddered with want.

“What? That didn’t get you off? Guess you get another.”

This time when he cracked the whip, his sweet girl screamed his name as she came, cursing.

Syn dropped the toy and knelt on the bed behind her after he’d rubbered up and grabbed the lube. She knew what that meant.

“Don’t know the last time you will need this much recovery time. Brace yourself.”

She inhaled as he took her ass in one swift movement. As she cried, he held her hip in one hand and a breast in the other, thrusting into her. Her body bloomed with pain, the pleasure following in rippling hot waves. She came with a cry, swallowed by her other cries as he continued his punishment. Her arms ached as much as her pussy, but she knew deep down she loved all of it. Before her tighter hole could adjust, he roughly pulled out.

Yanking off the condom, he shoved into her wet sex. Spreading her legs farther so he could get up under her a little, he leaned back--thrusting up into her. Despite how much her arms hurt, Becca found enough strength left in them to bounce herself on his cock.

“Yes, my little slut...fuck yourself into another…” He groaned. The second she had done this, he freed her from the ceiling, whirled her around, and grabbed her chin roughly. Stroking himself with his other hand as she opened her lips, he came into her mouth. When he was done working his own cock, he let go, thrusting a few times into her come-covered orifice to finish the last of it off.

“There. Happy now?” Brian sneered, not even looking at her as he got up and left her there.

***

Half an hour later, Becca came to bed humming happily to herself after a nice shower. Brian turned off the tv and accepted her into his embrace wordlessly...kissing the top of her head only after he’d heard her soft snores.

The sunrise brought his moans with it, pulled from him by her lips sucking around his morning wood.
“Jesus, Beccs…” He twitched, stroking her hair beneath the covers.

This wasn’t in any of their plans. Nor was it initiated by him. At this hour, one of them was usually out of bed already. They rarely had completely spontaneous sex, much less anything like this.

“Let me in that sweet pussy, baby…” Syn breathed out heavily.

Becca’s thighs clenched together at his words. In a second, she’d sprung out of the covers and into his lap, “You want me, Bri?”

Ah, fuck, she wasn’t even wearing panties. His beautiful morning eyes looked up at her, “Of course I do, Beccs,” Without breaking eye contact, he lifted her hips and slid up inside her tightness. Then his eyes fluttered and her head leaned back, both of them moaning as she began to ride him and his hips encouraged her.

“Fuck, baby…where is this coming from…” It was so hot, she was so hot, he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last. He was so used to being in control, and definitely never being surprised, that it made it that much better, “Beccs...baby, please come, I’m so close...ah, god…”

Hearing him care about whether or not she finished made her that much more excited, shaking around him and whimpering, “Brian….”
His grunting and wince of pleasure and desperate spasm of his slim hips was scorching as he pulsed into her, “God, yes…”



When she’d relaxed in his lap, Syn swept some hair away from her face, grinning wide in afterglow up at her, “Go shower again, Beccs. Your check-in will be after, then breakfast, k?”

She nodded with a shy smile and skittered off.

Every single time--once every two weeks--when she had her check-ins he always smirked to himself, remembering how they had started.

***THREE YEARS AGO***

She’d been working out. Or eating differently. Or something. Had to be. Sure, he’d been gone for three months, but...hot. Damn.
Not only did she look absolutely phenomenal, the sex….holy good mother of god the sex. Was he imagining it? Tour goggles...it was tour goggles.

Nope. Another glance at her naked hot body convinced him. And she’d want the compliment, right?

“Becca…” He spanked her playfully as she lounged next to him on the back deck, “As incredible as you’ve always looked, what are you doing now? You look absolutely to die for fuckable.”

She grinned wide, “New workout I started when you left last. You can tell?” The way she curved her body and flashed her smile said she totally knew everyone could tell.



Brian took off his sunglasses and set them aside, doing the same to hers as he gave her a stern, distant look. The same empty one that always sent heat between her thighs.



“I’m going to need you to stick to that. Not that you didn’t look fabulous before, but I also noticed you can put up with more in the bedroom. So, I hope you enjoy it because I am adding it to our deal. I’ll pay you a little extra, but in return every other Friday morning you’ll have a check-in where you get weighed and measured and...tested. Understood?”

Becca swallowed hard, practically panting when he demanded things of her, “Yes, Brian.”

***FOUR YEARS AGO***

Synyster threw some money on her night stand, overly tired of how this was going. The fact that he had to leave, she had to be with other men, he had to wait his turn after he called her. They’d been doing this for a whole fucking year and it was grating on his last nerve. Not that there was anything he could do about it. Apparently he couldn’t get enough of her.

She was beautiful and spunky, overly sarcastic anytime they weren’t in the sac--which to be fair wasn’t for very long periods of time. But the second the clothes came off, she actually seemed to enjoy how he was in bed. Yeah, yeah it was her job. And she was fucking awesome at it. So awesome that she definitely had him convinced there was something about her. Something that told him she’d actually like the stuff he really wanted to do to her.

Up to this point he’d gotten a little rough with her, she with him, but fairly tame stuff really.

Becca jumped with surprise when she got out of her shower and he was still there. She sighed with exasperation, “What are you still doing here, Syn?”
“We need to talk.”
“About what?”

He rounded the bed, trying to bring a softness to his gaze that would help her trust him, “Becca...the sex we’ve been having for a year now is great, don’t get me wrong, but...I have some darker tastes that I’d like to explore with you.”
“Brian, you think anything you do to me will surprise me?” She smirked. He wanted to slap it off her face.

He narrowed his eyes. Maybe she’d rather be shown a preview. The guitarist stepped closer, his fingers going into her hair and pulling her head back to look up at him while the other hand pulled the towel away and pinched hard at one of her nipples. She attempted to pretend that it wasn’t an enormous turn on.

“As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’m not a romantic, I’m not really into the whole Disney business. I’m not your knight in shining armor. But I’ve also noticed that you seem to like it. Maybe that’s why you’re a prostitute, you love it when men treat you like shit. Well, I’m the king of that, my dear. I want to punish you in every erotic way possible that will make both of us come. I want to call you filthy names in the night while you bend to my every whim. I want your body to let me fulfill myself in it any way I wish. This is the only way I’m really satisfied, or so I dream. I’ve never met a woman willing to submit herself in this way to me, so I can only imagine the fun we could have together. Give me one night to show you, and if you don’t enjoy it--and I mean actually enjoy it--then we part ways. But there is one thing I do know and that is that you will.”

*Six Months Later/3 and a half years ago*

Becca gathered her things to leave Brian’s place as did he. Tomorrow he was going back on tour and she hadn’t realized just how much of her stuff had wound up around his mansion. He’d picked several fights over the last month that insinuated she should get all of her stuff there, and she could tell she wasn't going to get to leave without another word from him on the subject.

“I just don’t see why you can’t move in with me.” Syn’s voice was quiet as he sat on the bed and looked away from her.
“Brian, we’ve been over this. I have a career and I’m not giving that up to just sit around your mansion bored out of my mind...and celibate.”
“Hey, I hardly ever fuck on tour.”
“Congratulations. I never asked that of you. In fact, I wish you did it more often, it would be healthier for you.”

Brian tried a different card. Smiling sweetly as he stood up over her, he stroked her cheek like a boyfriend would, “Beccs, c’mon. I don’t like fucking other girls. I only like fucking you. You realize how many women would love me to beg them to move in with me?”

She shoved him away angrily, hating when he tried to manipulate her with his fake romance, “I’m not most women. And, I think you’d find the line surprisingly short when all those women found out just how one-sided that relationship would be.” She snarled.

“Hey!” He snapped back, “Just because I don’t love you doesn’t mean you shouldn’t move in here! You don’t love me, either! But you don’t love any of those other men you fuck for money! You may as well live here without a care in the world!”

“This isn’t the fucking 50’s, Brian! I like my career and if you don’t you can kiss my fucking ass!! I don’t need you, so if you don’t let this rest you can kiss my fine ass goodbye!” She shoved a finger into his chest, hammering her point home for the first time since he’d started this argument a month ago.

Syn grabbed her hand forcefully and glared down at her, derogatory words on his tongue ready to fire at her. But this time he knew it would send her flying away from him instead of onto her knees for him, so he just stood there seething as he fought for what to say next.

Becca’s demeanor softened ever so slightly when she saw him relent. She stepped closer to him, soothing her fingers over the shaved side of his head, “There. Was that so hard? Now, can you please let this go?”

His brown eyes were cold as they studied her silently. Eventually, his hands pulled her hips closer to him as he spoke softly, “Maybe a compromise, then?”
She was wary, but let him continue.

“How about...you move in with me when I’m off tour? It’ll be fun. We can come up with a schedule that will make sure we both have more than our fair share of fun. Spice it up beyond our wildest imaginations. When I’m gone, you can fuck for money to your cold, dead heart’s content.” He teased her, but kissed her fingers with a naughty glint in his eye.

Becca chewed on her bottom lip, “I’ll think about it.”

***

Syn smiled fondly at the memory. From then on it had been a flurry of planning, writing down dirty ideas and buying new toys. He had some changes made to his home so that she’d feel more comfortable. She had her own room, but she rarely slept there--it was pretty much reserved for when she was super pissed at him.

Unfortunately, by the time touring ended and they began to plan and record “the Stage” they’d both gotten used to a routine when he was home. But as the hours got longer and longer that he was gone, they both got antsier. That had been when the fighting started. At first, it had been real fighting, that led to angry sex which led to makeup sex. Then he began to taunt her into fighting. Then he started fights of his own. Eventually, this molded itself into his staged fights that became extremely predictable and around this time was when he started buying her the white dress he loved to tear to shreds to represent anything innocent or right about her.

Then they started touring again and it was like a reset button of hotness.

Brian began getting ready for her check up. He often wondered who enjoyed these more, she or he. They, of course, had a room for this--almost an exact replica of a regular doctor’s check up room, or a gynecologist’s more like it. He put on the lab coat and scrub trousers just before she knocked on the door. Brian grabbed his clipboard and answered.

“Good morning, Ms. Daily. How are you feeling today?”

Her breath hitched every time. His chest barely peeked out from under his lab coat. Sometimes he already had a raging boner when he answered, but today they’d just gone a round not an hour ago so she knew it would take some encouragement to get him going again.

“Good, doctor.”
“You know the rules, Ms. Daily. Strip.” She was supposed to show up naked, which she never did just to see his reaction. Once she was naked, he pretended to be writing down notes about her appearance. His brow knotted. How had he missed that she’d clearly gained a couple of pounds?

“On the scale, missy. The holidays getting to you, are they?” He tsked, nodding when sure enough, she weighed in at an extra four pounds--a lot for a woman who weighed the exact same every time (they’d even scheduled it so that her period came on one of the weeks she wasn’t weighed in).

“The master of the house will not be pleased, you know this.” Brian continued to furrow his brow at her. He knew the holidays were tough, as they were for him as well, but they were both usually able to stay on track.

“S-sorry, Dr. Haner. I know. It’s just...the chocolate fudge is really calling my name this year,” Becca sat on the exam table and he straddled it behind her. Taking off his stethoscope, he pressed the cold metal to her nipple as she inhaled quickly, then her other one, then in between her legs, “Mm. Very responsive.”

Climbing off the table, he encouraged her to lay back. He took her temperature, the only way he ever did. He gave her an enema, which always made her come uncontrollably. Brian put her feet in the stirrups and covered her knees so she couldn’t see him when he sat in between her legs. He snapped on gloves and inserted the speculum to spread her, followed by his fingers that pressed not nicely inside her.

Becca moaned, grabbing at the table, “Dr. Haner…” She tried to hold back, “Ah the feels good…”
“This?” He snickered as he moved his fingers and she twitched. Syn moved his digits so they weren’t probing deep in her, but stroking nicely over her g spot. She sputtered and gasped into orgasm and he removed the cold steel instrument.

Taking his time, Brian threw away the gloves, cleaned up some of the things they’d done, giving her plenty of time to lie there and want him, spread open in waiting. Then he walked back to her, stood between her legs and leaned over her. His cold mocha gaze held hers as his skilled hands massaged her breasts and played with her pink, pebbled peaks. He stood up, took off his lab coat, and leaned back over her to suck and bite one nipple and then the other. By the time he stood back up, she was dripping onto the edge of the table. Brian licked his lips--he loved seeing her this turned on...even though that was pretty much always.

This was one of the few times he’d ever wear a condom, since he was playing someone else, “Your master insists I test your tightness. Are you ready for me, Ms. Daily?” She nodded and her eyelids fluttered when he slid all the way in.

She loved and hated this part. Brian stayed perfectly still while she did her best to contract her walls as tight as she could several times with him buried in her. The movements always made her feel incredible--and excited him as well--but were never enough to get her off.
“Slacking in our Kegel exercises are we?” This is what he always said, shaking his finger at her. The next part he didn’t always do, but she figured today he would and he did, “Your dom also insists your other hole be ready for him.”

How she played it changed, “B-but doctor, we’ve never...I’ve never--”
“Just the same. Do you wish to deny your dom what he needs?”
“N-no.”
Gates stroked himself, tugging off the condom, "That's it. I don't care what your dom says, I'm taking that ass bareback."

Brian loved this part because he got to do her in the ass without protection and it was absolute divinity every time. This time, he didn’t bother prepping her, only lubed up really well after he’d rimmed her.

With just his head inside her, Becca faked being completely overwhelmed and crying and begging him to stop. She was so good at it, it almost got him off.

“Just relax, Becca. The sooner you relax, the sooner I can fuck your ass, and the sooner this will be over, got it?”
She cried and sniffled and nodded, covering her face with her hands as he slid the rest of the way in with a quiet 'fuck.'
“Oh, Dr. Haner, it hurts--please stop, please--”
This only encouraged him and he fucked a little deeper, “Ah god, Beccs...fuck you feel so….damn….good…” He felt his orgasm finally begin to build and he knew finishing himself off in her pussy would help her overcome the pain he’d just inflicted on her. Pulling out, he drove fast and hard into her wet sex as they both shouted loudly. He spurt over and over into her as she clenched around him.



Grinning wide in ecstasy, Brian left her and looked down at her still spamming folds before looking back at her expectantly. Becca rolled her eyes but did as he wanted so he could watch himself spill out of her. He shivered at the sight,

“You pass with flying colors as always, Ms. Daily…” He smiled that handsome smile of his as he helped her out of the stirrups and sat her up, “Except...the four pounds?” He cocked his head in question, honestly wondering.

Becca angrily pushed him out of the way and went for her clothes, “How dare you, Brian! It’s a few pounds! So I don’t fit into your perfect type anymore? You going to kick me out, huh?!” She slapped his chest as he stared cluelessly.

When she stomped towards the door with only a shirt and panties on, he whirled her back around by the elbow, “Beccs? What’s gotten into you? The weight, you pouncing on me this morning? You talked back to me yesterday!” His stomach tightened in knots, “Now you’re crying?!....Beccs??”

****

Notes

I know, I know...I'm predictable ; ) you know you like it....

Ms. Daily? I thought it was funny : )

That look in his eyes in that first pic.....wow. And yeah, the doctor thing is a little overdone, but whatever!

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