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Eager To Syn

Everything's Changing


Becca woke up in Brian’s bed with him sitting on the edge of the bed near her, leaning his elbows on his knees and that lost, empty look back in his pretty brown eyes.

“You’re quitting your job forever and that’s final.”



“Brian--” She reached for him, but he mistook her calling his name as defiance. He grabbed her wrist, doing everything in his power to keep his emotions in check. They now burned in his eyes that had suddenly come to life, "Don't push me on this, Becca.” He let go and stood up, “I’ll help you sell your place, you’ll move in here for good. When we go back on tour in a couple of months, you may come with me. But only after we take you to a doctor and they clear you.”

Becca watched him closely. He stood back to her, arms folded and shoulders tense. She couldn’t help the smile that threatened at her lips. Slowly creeping out of bed, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind him.

“Okay, Bri.”

Ecstatic to have her agreement on the matter, he turned around and hugged her close. The move shocked her to her core, but she knew better than to say too much. Her blue eyes looked up at him to find that calmer look in his eyes...something that maybe represented love hiding behind them.
Her fingers shaking, she grabbed his hand and put it to her tummy, “So...you’re alright with this?” She choked back her fear and her tears.

Alright? He was wonderful. Happy. Excited. All things he knew there was no way he was actually feeling--he only got to feel those things on stage.

Brian wrapped her tight again so she wouldn’t see the things in his face he wasn’t ready to see himself, much less let her see, “Yes.” He cleared his throat, “Let me make you breakfast?”

For a moment he was horrified when she ran off, straight out of his arms and away from him--until he heard her throwing up in the bathroom. The smirk on his face surprised even him as something tugged at the empty space in his chest.

He followed her and held back her hair for her, trying to ignore the images that came to mind of the only other times he’d held her hair in his grasp. When she flushed the toilet, he offered her a hand towel as she sat back against he bathtub, hiding her face.

“Bri, I don’t want you seeing me like this…”
“C’mon, Beccs, you’ve been in my position way too many times,” He guessed he’d most likely have to reign in his drinking habits a little. “Still…” She raised her watery blue eyes to his tall body as he handed her a glass of water. After she took a few careful gulps, he hauled her up and patted her butt towards the door.

While he made breakfast he made her sit in the living room instead of at the kitchen island. She could hear him on the phone, his smooth voice void of emotion and firm without being insulting. Eventually she was brought a plate of yummy looking everything on the planet as he stood, arms folded, over her.

“We have five appointments next week.”
“Five?!” Becca managed in between mouthfuls.
“Yes. We need to pick someone who we both like and I narrowed it down to the best. Eat up and rest if you need to. I need….” He shifted his feet like he was uncomfortable, which was rare, “I need you to do something for me.”

Becca almost dropped her fork when his eyes came alive with that sensual spark. She could only raise her brows in question, words absolutely not possible.

His chest rose and fell for a moment as he tried to voice this need he’d never felt before, “Dominate me.”

***

Becca blinked at him for a moment. They’d never done anything like that. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t figure he did.

She walked to him when his eyes stayed on the floor, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip. He was never like this.
“Brian…?” She put her arms around his waist and pulled him closer, looking up at him until he was looking down at her.

Chaos coursed through his veins. He did not like this. The thoughts of her pregnant, of birthing their child, of her holding it….him holding it. It made his head spin.

He licked his lips and opened his mouth to speak several times before coherent noise came out. Syn scooped some of her hair behind her ear as his fingers shook a little, “Beccs. I’m feeling a lot of things right now and I think giving up all control and not making any decisions sexually just once would feel really nice until I know what to do.”

She played with his long hair, smiling nicely at him. Then she gave it a firm tug, “Put on those black briefs I bought you, and we’ll talk.” Brian gasped when he found himself spanked and pushed towards their bedroom.

*

When Brian found her, she was waiting in the playroom for him--in only a set of black bra and panties. She lay on her side on the sofa up against the wall, raking her eyes over his mostly naked body.

The briefs she’d bought him were tiny, barely covering his ass and tightly holding his balls up against his body behind the cock ring it held in place over his exposed, half hard cock. Her gaze seemed to approve as it took in the view.

Becca stood, ordering him with her eyes over to the bed as she followed. When he tentatively laid back, arms already over his head--she climbed over him and locked his wrists in place. She understood his need to surrender and at least have a few minutes where he didn’t have to think about or decide a single thing. And she knew afterwards that he’d give her the satisfaction by taking control of absolutely everything again.

Grasping his cut jawline in her hand, Becca forced his mouth open with a firm kiss. He melted under her, moaning lightly as her tongue insistently pressed against his. His cock swelled and his heavy brown eyes gazed lustfully back at her.

“Beccs…”

She firmly slapped his cock, “No begging. Suck my clit.” Becca sat on his face, moving her underwear aside so he could lick at her.

Because he was always in control in one way or another, she’d rarely found herself in such a position with him. His gorgeous mocha eyes held something so wonderfully different as they gazed questioningly up at her while he ate her out.



Brian had never wanted to give up control before. In anything. But this was glorious. Handing over his pleasure to her was easy--how and why he knew not. He was turned on but relaxed, wanting to please her with whatever she asked of him, and ready to accept whatever pleasure she might throw his way. It was odd, different, but in no way disarming. He didn’t give it any thought whatsoever--just gave it to her.

“Brian…” Becca moaned as she rode his tongue through orgasm and climbed off--doing her best imitation of his distant nonchalance in everything, but especially the bedroom. She walked around the bed, keeping her eyes on his as she tried to figure out what to do to him. He calmly lay there, following her with his eyes. Again, there was something she couldn’t place.

“Beccs, please come here.” All command had left his silky smooth voice--now it only begged her. She could only deny him so many things.
Becca climbed back on the bed from his feet, slowly slinking her way up his body--kisses starting at his hip bones and up across his chest and neck until she softly kissed his sweet lips and then sat up, looking at him in question.



“Make love to me, Becca, in any way you see fit.”

Her heart skipped a few beats, after all-out stopping. Her first reaction, the one she’d trained herself into over the years, was to slap him and bark that how dare he play with her emotions like that--especially when she was supposed to be in charge. But something in those beautiful, soft chocolate orbs told her he was actually serious.

Did she want to? Of course. Could she, should she do it? She wasn’t sure. She’d partly given herself to him years ago, but managed to keep it just at bay enough so that she never fell completely for him. He made that fairly easy by the way he treated her--while in the bedroom she adored it, outside the bedroom it often grew old. If she gave in now, she feared there would be no going back, and what if this was just for now? Just pretend?

Becca wasn’t that cruel, though. Maybe he was, but she wasn’t. The look he was giving her was so naked, so bare, she didn’t have the heart to tell him no.

Her lips slowly lowered to his, parting them in a slow, sensual kiss. When it ended and their eyes met again, she lowered her hips and enveloped his shaft in her delightfully warm walls. He moaned quietly, but made sure his hips stayed still.

Brian patiently gazed back at her, waiting for her to see what he was giving her. His wrists still lay over his head, chained in place. To him, it meant he was grounded. There for good, even if for the moment, for her.

She languidly moved up and down his cock, biting her lip with how good he felt inside her. The feelings of getting to move however she wanted were getting to her, sending her crying out in ecstasy as she rode him. Smiling sweetly down at him, Syn began to smile back--so happy she was enjoying herself.

“Brian…” Becca whispered his name, now only rolling her hips while he was buried deep inside her. As she continued, she leaned over to kiss across his pecs and his breathing picked up a little. As much as he was dying to bunch his fingers in her hair, it was better this way.

“Becca, you look so beautiful like this….” He barely even registered what he’d said, his eyes fluttering as her hips continued to stroke his steeled thickness. Creeping, tingling sensations swept over his and her skin, showing each of them that they’d never had anything this intense, this wonderful before.

Becca sat back so she could brace herself on his chest and take him deeper, finding that she desperately needed him to come with her. Doing her best to keep her rhythm, she leaned over to kiss and nibble his ear as her fingers gently played with his long hair,
“Come inside me, Brian. I need you.”

He gasped out loud at her words, really not expecting them, “Beccs--” Syn immediately found he coudn’t stop it--the cock ring doing little to hold it back. His sac tightened further and he spilled into her, eyes closing as she covered his lips with hers.

They both moaned as their lips and bodies moved in perfect harmony--for the first time like this is their five years together.

Becca slowly moved her lips away from his, her heart beating wildly at what she might now find in his eyes. But they were the same calm, wondrous brown they’d been since he’d been fastened to the bed. Her fingers shaking, she let his wrists free.

Brian dropped his arms around her, pulling her head down onto his chest so she’d stop looking at him like that. It was so intense. During their lovemaking, it had been perfect. But now it was a little much. He stroked her hair nicely, though, to make sure she knew he didn’t regret any of it.

“Th-thank you. I...I needed that. Apparently.” He whispered, clearing his throat and changing the subject before she could say anything, “Want to go to a movie? It will keep our minds off this.”

Off this? She wondered. But they didn’t go on dates much, so she found herself smiling at this idea, “Okay.”



Brian smiled--that’s right, smiled--getting up off the bed and taking her in his arms bridal style up to their room. His sarcastic, lead guitarist personality returned--informing her what they were seeing and what she would wear and how they’d have a sensible dinner afterwards.

However, when they arrived at the theater, hand in hand mind you, he looked down at her, “Popcorn?”

Popcorn?! He never ate like that, nor did he ever let her eat like that.
Her face lit up, immediately confirming to Brian that it had been a great idea, “Yes, please!”

They enjoyed the movie and as they were walking back into his place, he got out his phone, “How about having Chinese delivered?”

She only gawked up at him.
Brian put an arm around her waist to bring her closer, “Is it alright that I want to spoil you? You’ve been through a lot lately, and I think we could use a day of eating like trash.”

She giggled and agreed, her tummy wanting nothing else but to take advantage of his statement.

That evening, they fell asleep on the couch with the television on and Chinese on the coffee table, cuddled up with Brian’s long fingers stretched out protectively over her full tummy.

****

Brian threw the same twenty questions at all the different gynecologists, all with the same cold, empty stare.



They, of course, were all horrified and judged her up and down, left and right, for sitting there and saying nothing. Not that she cared. She loved it. No one else knew it, but she knew it meant he cared. That he had to be taking control of all aspects of the situation because of whatever had happened to him early in life to make him feel out of control. The more control he took, the more she was dying for him to take her home and have his way with her. Or cuddle on the couch and hold her tummy like he had the other night. And every night since.

She couldn’t lie. She had a borderline obsession with those fingers. But who wouldn’t? They were the most talented fingers to ever touch a guitar, and they were so long and sexy. Sexy? That’s right, she found his fingers sexy. Whatever. It didn’t help that he fracking gestured with them so often and to such degrees. She had often sat back to see who gestured more in a conversation--him or Shadz.



But he really was scaring away all the doctors and she would need one. As they left the fourth one’s office, Becca stopped him by grabbing a belt loop.
“Brian.”
“What? He is clearly not fit to deliver a litter of kittens, much less my--our--baby. I refuse to let him lay eyes on you ever again.” He frustratedly ran those fingers through his shoulder length dark hair.

She tried to keep from smirking at how cute he was being, “Brian, he was clearly the most qualified and exactly what we’re looking for. Will you calm down and realize how overbearing and ridiculous you’re being?” Becca grinned wide and took his hands in hers, “Please, Bri. Apologize to him and we can move on? For me?”

The guitarist dragged a hand down his face and rolled his eyes, “I suppose we must find someone. But he so much as looks at you sideways, I swear--”

She giggled up at him, “Lets go see our baby, Brian.”

Syn quieted and looked away, trying to hide how nervous he actually was. He sheepishly followed her back into Dr. Stop-Looking-At-My-Girl’s office and admitted they may have gotten off on the wrong foot. The doctor smiled, clearly used to dealing with uncomfortable men in his office, and encouraged them into an exam room.

Brian paced, more than flustered that this man was touching his Becca. She reached for his hand and eventually got him to sit.

“There we are. Congratulations, you’re going to be parents.”

The fast little heartbeat made Brian pale, the room immediately collapsing in on him as he stared at the screen.
“Bri?”
Not able to breathe, he dropped her hand, “I’ll...be in the car.”

And he left.

***

Notes

WHAT?! Well, if you like asshole Brian, here ya go!! *slaps hand to face* You ass! Just when you were getting better!!!

Hi! Brought this story back partially due to the commissioner's request ; ) Partially 'cause he's really fun to write and I kinda missed him! What the hell is going on w/ Bri?

What about that love scene, eh?? Like it?? And the way he curls those fingers in that gif....fuck. me. please.

Please comment, babes! Love ya!!

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