Who Knew A Pub Could Change Your Life?

by IDGAFwhatyouthink (ao3)

Chapter 1

Y/N =Your Name
Y/f/n = Your friend's name
E/c = eye colour

There I was, sitting on my own in my new local pub, waiting for my best friend y/f/n. I had just moved to Camden after graduating university and being offered my dream job in London. I wanted to live in Camden for a few reasons - the City of London (close to where I'm now working) was much more crowded, rent was more expensive there, and I just love the general vibe of Camden. The nightlife is amazing!

I was perched on a bar stool, admiring the photos on the walls of all the music artists who had performed at or frequented the pub, soaking in the atmosphere. My friend y/f/n was running late. Again. We had agreed we would meet at 9pm, it was now 9:30pm so I nursed a Jack & Coke while I waited.

The door opens and I look up, hoping it is my friend, but instead a group of lads around my age walk in and plonk themselves down around a table in the corner. Damn, they're fit! I try to sneak a few looks at them without being too obvious. One is wearing a burgundy suit and a band t-shirt and has short, black curly hair and a short beard. One has a black leather jacket, a loose, black vest top and black skinny jeans and has long, curly brown hair. There's one more but he's sitting in the corner and I can't really see him very well.

I overhear the one with long, curly hair call the one in the suit Adam. Adam replies and I hear that the one with long, curly hair is called Tom. The one sitting in the corner says something that I don't quite hear, and they all start laughing before Tom tells the guy in the corner to shut up which only causes more laughter.

I sip at my drink, still waiting for my friend. Suddenly, the guy who was sitting in the corner walks up to the bar, says hi to the barman as he walks behind the bar, and starts to pour 3 pints of Stella! I'm a little shocked because I used to do bar work to help pay my way through uni and the patrons would never be allowed to do that. But my god, this man is handsome. He has dyed red hair with dark brown roots, and he is wearing a black jumper with some skulls on it.

He sees me looking at him, smiles, and winks at me. Shit! I lower my gaze back to my drink, and then take a big gulp. I could die of embarrassment, I can't believe he saw me staring at him! He then takes all 3 pints and goes back to the table with his friends.

The pub door opens again and my friend y/f/n comes in, spots me at the bar, and sits on the stool next to me.

"I'm so sorry I'm late" says y/f/n.
"You're always late babe! Don't worry about it" I say, "I've just got to dash to the loo, can you watch my drink?"
"Sure, go ahead"

I do what I need to, wash my hands, then take a look in the mirror. I fix my hair quickly, touch up my eyeliner and lip gloss, and head back to the bar to my friend.

As I walk back, I pass the fit guys' table and notice that their pints are getting low, so when I get back to the bar I order a round for them and ask the barman to deliver it to their table. I never do stuff like this, what the hell am I doing?

"Do you know them or something?" y/f/n asks me.
"No, but there's just something about the one with red hair." I reply.

As the barman delivers the drinks to their table, I glance over and see the guy with red hair ask who sent the pints. The barman points at me and I catch the guy's eye and wink at him, which makes him smile. His smile is amazing.

Oh my god, he's coming over! Fuck!!

"Hey, fanks for the drinks" he says in a northern accent. "I'm Dom" and he holds his hand out as if for a handshake.
"Hi Dom, I'm Y/N" and I reach for his hand to shake it, but instead he picks my hand up and kisses the back of it, like in the old days. I can feel my face starting to flush.
"This is my friend y/f/n" I tell Dom, trying to distract myself.
"Hey!" Dom says, "Do you lovely ladies want to come and join us? We can pull up a couple of extra seats."
"Sure, we'd love to!" I reply, without even asking my friend, but I'm sure she won't mind, we're both single after all......

Chapter 2

Y/f/n and I hop down off our bar stools, pick up our drinks and follow Dom over to the table where he introduces us to Adam and Tom. Dom pulls up a couple of extra chairs and sits back down in the corner where he was sitting before. He looks at me and pats the chair next to him, so I sit down with Dom on my right and Tom on my left, and y/f/n sits between Tom and Adam.

As we start chatting, we all discuss what we do for a living. Tom tells y/f/n and I that he is a photographer, Adam says he is a guitarist, y/f/n tells the guys that she works in an opticians, I say I am a (job title), and Dom just says "I do whatever the fook I wanna do". Ok, that's kinda cryptic! Now I'm even more curious about this guy!

My Jack & Coke is going right through me, maybe it's the nerves of sitting here with these gorgeous guys. So I excuse myself "Sorry, just got to dash to the ladies' room" and walk away from the table to the toilets. I can feel eyes on me as I go, but I don't turn my head, I just keep walking. While I'm in the toilets, I think to myself 'What is it about this guy? Why am I feeling like a giddy schoolgirl? He isn't even the usual kind of guy I would go for.' but I finish up, make sure my hair and make up look good, and head for the door to leave the toilets.

"Jesus! Fuck! Dom, you scared me half to death!" I half shout as I come out of the door to see Dom just leaning back against the wall in front of me. He looks so hot in that black skull covered jumper and pleather trousers, it's giving me butterflies in my stomach.
"Sorry love, didn't mean to frighten you" he says as he stands up away from the wall and walks towards me, "I just wanted to see you away from the lads. They'll take the piss if they hear me tell you that I fink you are so fooking gorgeous".

Dom thinks I'm gorgeous? Omg! No way!
"I...er..." I stutter, and I step backwards as Dom walks towards me until my back hits the wall behind me. Dom stands in front of me and puts his left hand on the wall next my head, he is so close to me, our bodies almost touching. I can't take my eyes off of his, they are such a beautiful shade of green, I've never seen eyes like them. He stares in to my e/c eyes as if he is staring in to my soul.

As he leans his head down towards me, I can feel his breath on my lips as he whispers "Can I?". I give a faint nod as I feel his right hand lightly touching my hip and he presses his full lips to mine, gently but with passion. They're so soft, and his kiss lingers on my lips after he pulls away. Dom pulls his hand up from my hip to my cheek and gently caresses it with his thumb for a moment, and then turns away from me and walks back to the table without another word.

'What the hell was all that about?' I think to myself as I regain my composure, which is difficult because I've gone pretty dizzy from that kiss! As I look up and take my first step to walk back to the table, I see something I didn't notice before. It's a picture of Dom on the wall wearing studded black boots and a leather trench coat with a red fur collar. Why is there a picture of Dom on the wall? I'm so confused!

I go back to the table and sit back down between Tom and Dom. Y/f/n notices that I look a little flushed and asks if I'm ok. I say yes, and make the excuse that I'm just feeling a little warm. We chat with the guys some more and as we chat I notice Dom keeps glancing at me. The guys get more rounds in as we chat, so the drinks keep flowing. Y/f/n seems to be getting on really well with Tom, they're laughing and sitting closer together. I'm trying to keep conversation equal between me, Adam and Dom so that Adam doesn't feel left out, but I admit to myself that I wish I could just talk to Dom, just the two of us.

Ding! Ding! Ding! "Last orders" shouts the barman. Wow, it has gotten so late, I didn't realise.

"Dom, we need to get home." says Adam, "We have to be up early tomorrow to get to Bournemouth for the gig"
"Yeah, I know" Dom replies.
"Gig?" I ask, "Who are you going to see?"
The guys start laughing, although I don't know what's so funny, it was a simple enough question.
"Just some northern twat called Yungblud" says Tom with a grin.
Dom throws a beer mat at him and says "Shut up!"

Adam walks over to the bar to chat with and say bye to the barman, and Tom and y/f/n are chatting quietly. They seem to be exchanging numbers, arranging a date. That leaves me and Dom sitting there awkwardly, feeling there is an attraction between us as we glance at each other and grin. Eventually Dom asks for my number and gives me his phone. I tap it in quickly and give him his phone back just as Adam comes back from the bar. Dom says "Come on then lads, let's get home. Goodnight ladies, its been fun".

Y/f/n and I say bye to Dom, Tom and Adam as they head towards the pub door to leave, and then we book an Uber for ourselves. We're both somewhat drunk so an Uber is safer than walking, and we decide that y/f/n is gonna just crash at mine. On the way back, we chat about our evening. Y/f/n really likes Tom, she tells me that they're going to meet up after the boys get back from this Yungblud gig. Neither of us have ever heard of Yungblud, so I Google on my phone. My jaw nearly hits the floor when the results come up. It's Dom. Dom IS Yungblud. What the actual fuck? 

The Uber pulls up outside my flat, and we go inside. Y/f/n and I have known each other forever, so she borrows a pair of my jammies and we flop on to my bed. I stick the tv on for a bit of background noise. 
"He kissed me" I tell y/f/n, "Dom kissed me."
"What? When?!" she asks.
"When I went to the loo. I came out, he was there, and he kissed me."
"Woah, and I thought Tom and I were getting on well!" 
"You sure look like a cute couple." I tease.
"Oh stop!" she says, and then yawns.

I stare at the ceiling . He's a rock star. He's never gonna call me. He must meet a hundred girls a day prettier than me, so why would he want me? Y/f/n starts slightly snoring beside me and the rhythmic sound makes me sleepy. As I start to doze off, my mind replays that kiss over and over. It was so soft and gentle but also passionate. My last thought before I fully fall asleep is that maybe he does really like me.

Chapter 3

I smell a cooked breakfast before I even open my eyes. I drag myself out of bed, glance in the mirror and groan - I'm a mess! My hair is all over the place, I didn't take my make up off last night, and I have a blinding headache. Wonderful. It's a good job I have a couple of days off work.

Y/f/n is in the kitchen, singing away to herself and prancing around as she cooks.
"Morning sunshine" she says, way too loud for my pounding head. I groan as I sit down and she laughs as she grabs a couple of paracetamol and a glass of water and puts them down in front of me on the table in the kitchen. I swallow the pills with the water and sit there with my head in my hands.
"Breakfast?" y/f/n asks as she plonks down a plate in front of me.

Bzzzzzz goes my phone. I look at who has text me, but it just has a 🖤 on the screen in place of a name. Huh? Opening the message, I have to read it a couple of times as I'm confused.
'Good morning beautiful. D' 

This has to be a wrong number or something, who the fuck is D..... Oh shit! It's Dom! I totally forgot that I gave him my number last night.

'Hi. Are you hanging as badly as I am?' I text back.
Bzzzzzz
'Yeah man, but you can't beat a bacon sarnie and a cuppa Yorkshire tea. Best thing for a hangover. I've been thinking about you all night. I've got the gig tonight, but can I take you out tomorrow?'
'Oh, the gig, yeah. I wanted to ask you about that. You're Yungblud??'
Bzzzzzz
'I'm just me, Yungblud is a mindset. I'll explain more, if you let me take you out?'
'I'd love to, let me know when and where'
Bzzzzzz
'5pm, I'll pick you up, what's the address?'
I type my address in, finish with 'See you then' and hit send.

I don't even realise that I'm grinning my head off until y/f/n pushes my arm and says "Someone looks happy. Did you win the lottery or something?"
"You could say that. Dom just asked me out on a date. Tomorrow night"
"OMG!" she squeals, and I squint and cover my ears, y/f/n is so loud when she's excited and my head is still killing me.

After we finish breakfast, we clean up and then y/f/n says bye to me and leaves. I decide to slob around the house all day in sweats, watch Netflix, pick at junk food, and try not to freak out about tomorrow. I am still reeling from the fact that Dom asked me out! What the hell do I wear? I  drag everything out of my closet and eventually figure out an outfit, I hope it'll be ok.

By the time I've chosen tomorrow's outfit and put all my clothes away, it's already getting dark. I throw a ready meal in the microwave and run a bath while it cooks. I eat and then hop in to a lovely warm bubble bath. My curiosity is starting to get the better of me, so as I relax in to the water I grab my phone and type Yungblud in to YouTube. 

Wow! These songs are amazing. I listen to Parents, Strawberry Lipstick, and Cotton Candy before I realise that I still need to wash myself and my hair and the water is already starting to cool down. I put my phone down, wash, get out of the bath, and climb in to bed with my hair still wet. I can't stop thinking 'Why on earth is Dom interested in me? He's famous and I'm just a normal person.', but then the memory of that kiss comes back. There was definitely a spark there. The thought of seeing him again tomorrow fills me with excitement and I struggle to get to sleep.

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The sun is streaming through my window and I wake up in a nice warm ray of light. I keep myself busy pottering around the house until about 3pm. I hop in a quick shower so I'm not a post-cleaning sweaty mess, then style my hair, do my make up and get dressed.

Ding dong OMG! He's early! I open the front door to see Dom holding the biggest bunch of flowers I have ever seen! I take the flowers from him, thanking him profusely, and he steps in to my flat behind me as I run the flowers to the kitchen to pop them in a vase. Dom is wearing a white shirt, black tie, black jeans, and a black, studded jacket. He looks so sexy and handsome.

"You look amazing Y/N" he says as he walks slowly up behind me and puts his hands on my hips. He's so close to me that I can feel his breath on the back of my neck, it gives me goosebumps.
"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself" I say with a cheeky giggle. "So where are we going?" I ask as I finish putting the flowers in a vase and put them in the middle of the table.
"You'll see" he tells me. 

We go outside to the Uber that he arrived in which has been waiting for us and drive to a little restaurant in Covent Garden. We go inside and the maître de leads us to a little table in the corner. This place is beautiful!

We both skip starters, and we share a bottle of wine with our meals. He picks up the cheque despite my protestation to split it, and we leave the restaurant to go for a walk while we chat some more. Dom talks at a million miles an hour and goes off at tangents while explaining the whole concept of Yungblud being a mindset, but it's adorable how passionate he is about it, and he frequently stops to ask questions, listen and get to know me. 

As we walk, he takes my hand in his. It feels electric, and he pulls on my hand so that I stop walking. I turn to face him, he puts his other hand on my cheek and leans in and kisses me. My breath catches in my throat as we move our lips in time with each other, the passion slowly building. I gasp as Dom gently bites my lip, not because it hurt, but more because it was a surprise. And to my surprise, I like it. He pulls away from me and grins.

Dom flags down a black cab and we head back to his house. It's huge! 6 bedrooms because, he explains, he lives with Tom, Adam and their mate Ben. The house is quiet though, the lads are all out. Dom takes my hand and leads me to a huge sofa in the front room where we plonk ourselves down. He gently puts his hand on my thigh and caresses the soft skin with his thumb, the sensation giving me a kind of tingling feeling of excitement deep inside me. He runs his hand up my thigh and leans towards me to kiss me again. There is more urgency behind his kiss now as he parts my lips with his tongue, massaging my tongue with his as his other hand creeps up the back of my neck and in to my hair. Dom bites my lip again, harder than before, which makes me gasp and he asks "Do you like that?"

I actually do, I admit. He stands up, curls his finger in a beckoning motion for me to follow him, and starts to walk away from me towards the stairs. I hesitate, and he turns back towards me, takes my hand and starts to lead me up the stairs...

Chapter 4

Oh god, he is taking me up the stairs. Do I wanna be "that girl" who puts out on a first date? That's not who I am. But, god yes, I do want to! I know Dom would respect me if I said I wanted to wait, but I don't want to wait. I want more, I need more.

We get up the stairs, Dom still holding my hand, and he leads me down the hall to a closed door at the end. Before he opens the door, he turns to me and gently but firmly pushes me against the wall with his body and kisses me again, sliding his tongue between my lips. I respond and wrestle my tongue against his as one of his hands slides up in to my hair. I gasp and moan as he grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head backwards as he kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, nibbling gently between kisses. Both of Dom's hands slide smoothly down my waist, across my hips, and around to my butt, and before I know what is happening he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me in his strong, muscular arms as he opens the door and takes me in to his bedroom, still kissing my neck as he walks.

My heart is pounding, my breath unsteady, butterflies in my stomach. Dom gently places me sitting down on the enormous bed and he stands between my legs. Removing his tie and undoing a couple of buttons on his shirt, he maintains eye contact with me as he bites his bottom lip, then he climbs up on the bed and straddles me.

"Are you sure Y/N?" Dom leans over me and half whispers in my ear as I lay back.
"Yes, I'm sure" I reply, suddenly very aware that this is actually going to happen.
"Vanilla, or kink??" His teasing fingers running slowly up my thigh towards my groin.
"I...I don't know. I'm open-minded, willing to try new things", my breath already catching in my throat. How does just his touch turn me on so much?
"Vanilla it is. For now, at least" and he removes his hand from my thigh and then cups my breast while lightly kissing along my collarbone.

As he kisses and caresses my neck and breasts, I undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. He shrugs off the shirt and throws it to the floor and undoes his belt before pulling the bottom of my dress up, pressing his plump lips to mine as he undresses me. I sit up as he pulls my dress up and over my head, leaving me in just my underwear, so I return the favour by undoing his jeans and sliding them down over his shapely ass leaving him in just his boxers.

Dom leans back over me, his lips and tongue brushing mine, kissing me hungrily, his hands trailing up and down my body. I exhale in anticipation as his fingers sweep over my knickers and my breathing becomes more shallow with the overwhelming feeling that I want him. As he slides his fingers into my panties and strokes my slit, I wrap my legs around him, run my fingers through his hair and kiss him eagerly.

The euphoric moan that escapes my throat as he plunges his finger deep inside me evidently gets Dom aroused as the bulge in his boxers grows. I wriggle his boxers down over his hips and grasp his erect shaft in my hand, slowly working my way up and down his impressive length. The look that he gives me is his way of asking if I'm ready, I nod. He undoes my bra with one hand and I shake it off as he pulls my knickers down then removes his boxers, letting them slide to the floor.

He kisses and licks his way up my body, interspersed with gentle nibbles, until he is on top of me between my legs, holding me and kissing me. I feel his rock hard dick pressing against me. He reaches down with one hand, rolls on a condom, lines himself up with me, and slowly starts to thrust himself in to me. I don't know what the noise that I make is, I've never made that kind of noise before, but it is instinctual, primal, and it obviously turns him on because he thrusts the rest of his length in to the deepest part of me. Oh god!

I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him in to me, my fingers running through his hair and then down his back as he fucks me. This feels amazing! Dom seriously knows what he's doing, Holy fuck! He thrusts in to me over and over, making me more wet than I've ever been before, increasing his speed as I feel the orgasm inside me building, the moans escaping my lips increasing in volume as I get closer...closer...closer....

"Fuck... yes... Dom... I'm... gonna... cum" I manage to moan out between thrusts.
"That's it love, you cum for me"
And I do, long and loud as my finger nails drag down his back and my body shudders with the force of the waves of pleasure spreading through my body. My orgasm tips Dom over the edge too and he bites my neck as he loses control and shoots his load in to me.

He collapses on top of me, both of us breathing hard while we recover. Dom rolls on to his back, takes off the condom and throws it in the bin next to the bed, and I roll on to my side to face him. We lay there with my head on his shoulder, my hand on his chest and his arm wrapped around me, in a contented post-coital glow as we fall asleep.

Chapter 5

I awaken to daylight, alone in this enormous bed, and the sounds of Dom's laugh and his mates chatting from downstairs. On the chair next to the bed is a folded hoodie and a pair of boxers with a piece of paper on top with just a 🖤 written on it. I pop in to the en-suite bathroom and quickly wash last night's make up off my face (I have got to stop sleeping in my make up! It is so bad for my skin) before going back to the bedroom, popping the hoodie and boxers on, and then venturing downstairs.

"Morning love, sleep well?" asks Dom. He's wearing black joggers and a pink hoodie. How does he always look so sexy?
"Yes, thank you. And thanks for lending me something to wear" I say.

Dom introduces me to Ben as I hadn't met him before, and I say hi to Adam and Tom. We all sit along the breakfast bar in the kitchen and have toast and cereal with Yorkshire tea as we chat. The guys seem really nice, and they obviously love Dom like a brother. Before I know it, the time has ticked by so fast that it is nearly midday. I had better get home so I tell Dom and we go upstairs so I can get dressed in my own clothes and get my stuff together.

"Before you go, I wanted to talk to you" he says in his thick Doncaster accent, taking hold of my hands.
"Okay" I'm not sure I like the sound of this. Does he regret it?
"Last night was amazing, mind-blowing. I really like you Y/N, I want to get to know more. Can we go out again some time? And maybe...have some more fun?" he asks with that cheeky grin of his stretching almost from ear to ear.
"Of course, I would love that! You had me worried, I thought you were going to say you never wanted to see me again when you said you wanted to talk"
"God no, I can't get enough of you. You intoxicate me. I wouldn't let you go anywhere if I had my way" and with that, he kisses me again. It isn't as hungry as last night, but there's a passion there alongside the tenderness. He strokes my cheek with his thumb as he massages my tongue with his.

When we stop kissing, I tell him that I really do need to go home, as much as I'd love to stay. But we agree to another date in 2 days time, the next time we're both free. I have work, he needs to spend some time in the studio. He respectfully turns his back so I can get dressed without embarrassment, and once I have he walks me back downstairs as he orders an Uber for me. Adam whistles as he sees me in last night's dress and Dom tells him to "Give over man". We say our goodbyes outside the door so the guys don't take the piss, I get in the Uber as it pulls up, and wave at Dom as we drive away.

I really like him. He isn't egotistical or anything, like celebrities often are. He's really down to earth, caring, a genuinely nice person. And I can't wait to see him again.

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Time skip (otherwise it'll get boring with 2 days of regular life)

The last two of days at work have been so difficult, I haven't been able to get Dom out of my head. What is wrong with me? I'm absolutely besotted! He has text me a couple of times a day, every day, asking how I'm doing, telling me he misses me and can't wait for our date tonight so I guess he must feel the same...maybe...I don't know.

I showered when I got in from work and have spent the last hour doing my hair and make up, but I still haven't a clue what I'm going to wear. How do you dress for a date when you don't know what you're going to be doing? I trawl through my closet and eventually settle on a nice pair of dark blue jeans, black heels, and a black halter cowl neck top.

Ding dong He's right on time. 
"Hey babe, are you ready? I've got a taxi waiting if you are" Dom says.
"Yeah, I'm good to go" I say, and grab my bag and keys and shut the door behind me.
"You look great Y/N, as always" he tells me as he grabs my hand and leans in and kisses my cheek as we walk to the taxi.
"Thank you" I mumble as I blush at the compliment. He looks amazing too which I tell him, wearing pinstripe trousers, a t-shirt with a skull on, and a blazer. And pink socks. He always wears pink socks, it's really cute actually.

We chat on the journey, how our days have been since we last saw each other, you know, the usual mundane chit chat. The taxi pulls up by one of the entrances to Regent's Park and we get out. Dom grabs a picnic basket from the boot of the taxi, takes my hand again, and we walk in to the park. When we arrive by the bandstand by the lake, we stop and Dom pulls a blanket out of the basket and spreads it out on the floor. We sit down, and he produces a cute little picnic complete with a bottle of wine from the basket. He pours us a glass of wine each and we talk and laugh, eat and drink, flirt and kiss as we watch the sun go down. 

As it starts getting chilly, Dom puts his jacket around my shoulders and we start packing up the blanket and picnic remnants in to the picnic basket. We decide that we need to go somewhere warm, so we flag down a taxi and end up going to a nearby pub.

After a couple of drinks, Dom says to me that he wants to head home. I'm kinda disappointed as I wanted to spend more time with him, and he sees the sad look on my face.
"I mean with you, silly" and he winks at me and smiles.
"Oh! I'm glad you said that, because I didn't want tonight to end just yet."
So we leave the pub and head back to his place.

When we get there, there's music playing and Ben, Adam and Tom are in the living room. The music is loud enough that they don't hear us come in, and they are all facing the other way as we walk past and up the stairs so they don't even notice. We sit on Dom's bed and he leans in to me, caressing my cheek as he starts to kiss me. He's hesitant in the kisses tonight, and I start to wonder why until he says
"I was finking, maybe we spice it up a bit?"
"In what way?" I ask.
"Well, you remember I asked you vanilla or kink last time? Are you down for some kink? We don't need to go over the top or anyfing, and we'll have a safe word so if it gets too much for you, just say the safe word and we stop immediately. What do you fink?" Ah! So he was nervous about asking me that, that's why he was hesitant, gotcha!
"Yeah, sure. I'm always up for trying new things."
"Ok, safe word is.....pineapple, alright?" I giggle (pineapple, wtf?) and nod to show I understand.

Dom gently pushes my shoulders so I fall back on the bed and straddles me over my hips. He leans over to his side, opens the bedside table drawer, and pulls out a rope. He ties my hands together above my head and ties them to the headboard. Once that is done he shuffles down so he is straddling my legs, leans over me and kisses me roughly, biting my lips, and then pulls my top up from the bottom and over my chin so that my mouth is free but I am effectively blindfolded.

He undoes my jeans and pulls them off so I'm in just my kickers, and reaches under my back to undo my bra which he pulls off as it is strapless so my breasts are exposed. He leans over me and I feel his tongue gently teasing my nipples. I draw a sharp intake of breath as he bites down on a nipple, not too hard to really hurt but hard enough. Gentle, teasing kisses and licks continue around my breasts and down to my belly button. He runs his fingers softly over the fabric of my knickers and I quietly moan.

"Not yet love, not yet" he says, "I'm gonna crank this up a little, so you're gonna be good and take it, yeah?"
"Yes, I will"

I feel him get off the bed and hear him go back in the drawer and put some things down on the bed so they're easier for him to grab when he wants them, although I can't see what because of my top still being over my eyes. I feel him trail his fingers up my leg, starting at my foot and drifting up my thigh where he suddenly slaps the skin on my thigh with something flat and leather, which I later learn is a spanking paddle. "Ah!" I exhale as the pain stings my thigh. He plants a soft kiss exactly where he slapped, then runs his fingers down my leg again and then back up and slaps the same spot again. "Aaah!!" I exhale a bit louder.

"Shhhh" he whispers, right next to my ear, which makes me jump a little as I wasn't expecting it what with not being able to see where he is. I nod. He repeats the process, fingers caressing, sudden slap on my thigh followed by a kiss until he's spanked my thigh a total of 7 times.

Fingers run, teasing down my body, circling my nipples, around my belly button, down...down...creeping inside my knickers and putting pressure directly on my clitoris as his teeth find my nipples again. I start to moan quietly, pleasure overriding the slight pain that still stings my thigh and that erupts through my nipples every time his teeth bite down between the licks from his soft tongue. Suddenly it all stops. I feel his hands either side of my hips as he takes hold of my knickers and wriggles them down my legs and off. Then nothing.

The sound of a lighter flicking. A kiss, passionate with his tongue caressing mine, and then nothing again. Something scalding hot drips on to my stomach between my belly button and my breasts, a line of pain going up from my navel to my cleavage. Candle wax.

"Fuck! Aaaah!!" I exclaim, a bit too loud.
Dom's hand grabs my chin, fingers and thumb either side of my face pressing so I know who is boss.
"I said shush, remember? You need to behave and be quiet. The boys are downstairs, I don't want those horny bastards hearing you. Now quiet, understand?"
I nod.
"I said do you understand, answer me."
"Yes."
"Yes? Just "Yes"? It's "Yes Sir", got it?"
"Yes Sir."
"Much better" and with that he lets go of my face, plants a kiss on my lips, and trails his fingers first and then his tongue around my nipples.

His fingers keep going down my body and when they arrive at my pussy, circle my clitoris and run up and down my slit. His lips leave my breasts, and as I feel the hot pain from drip...drip...drip of candle wax on my breasts he simultaneously plunges 2 fingers deep in to my warm, wet pussy. The moan that escapes my throat is raw and animalistic, a combination of the pain and pleasure. As his fingers work, the hot drips keep coming drip...drip...drip on my stomach only stopping to allow him to lick and suck my nipples before the drips start again. My breathing ragged, my orgasm building, he puts the candle on the bedside table and then kisses me, his hand running through my hair. He grabs a handful of hair as he bites my lip, his fingers still working my pussy, and my body trembles as the orgasm takes over, a quiet moan escaping against his lips as I cum.

Everything stops again. My body almost aches from the lack of his presence.
"I didn't say that you could cum"
"Sorry"
"Sorry what??" slap the spanking paddle comes down on my thigh again.
"Sorry Sir"
"Ok, but next time you will ask permission. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir"

I feel him climb on to the bed at the foot end and push my legs apart, one hand on each knee. His tongue runs up my slit and circles my clit, then I feel his fingers at the entrance to my hole again. He pushes them in easily because I'm so wet and while his fingers push in and out of my pussy his tongue continues to lick my clit. I squirm as I get closer, closer.

"Please Sir" I murmur and he pauses licking.
"What is it you're asking for?"
"I need to cum Sir"
"No, you don't" and with that he goes back to licking my clit while he fingers my pussy.

Fuck, I don't know how to not cum, I've not done this before. God, it's almost unbearable! He pulls his fingers from me and crawls his way up my body until he's between my legs. He leans over and kisses me again, puts his hands behind my knees and pulls them up, and then thrusts the full length of his dick in to me in one thrust. That action alone makes me scream in pleasure, my orgasm only hanging on by a thread, but he stops.

"I said shush. You are disobedient. My boys are downstairs remember. One more sound from you and I'll let 'em come up and join in."
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir. I couldn't help it. I need to cum Sir"
"You cum when I say you cum, alright?"
"Y...Yes Sir"

He backs right off, gentle slow thrusts, making sure not to hit my clit or my G-spot, but licks and bites my nipples and kisses me from my breasts up to my lips and back down. He starts to groan as he gets closer and starts to kiss, lick and bite my collar bones and my neck. His speed increases as he thrusts the full length of his dick in to my pussy again, over and over, both of us getting closer to our final orgasm.

"Cum for me babe" he moans out and I feel the tip of his dick throbbing inside me as he thrusts in deep finally letting himself hit my G-spot.

My body starts to shake, a little moan escapes my lips and I feel his hand clamp over my mouth as a reminder to be quiet. His throbbing cock thrusting in to me over and over, his hand on my mouth keeping me quiet, my hands tied and unable to touch him or even see him thanks to my top over my eyes, I cum harder than I ever have before. My body shaking with my orgasm beneath him, he hits his own climax, cumming deep inside me as he groans from the pleasure.

Dom kisses me, his cock still inside me, as he reaches up and releases my hands from the rope. I can still barely breathe from the force of that orgasm. He pulls out of me, stands up off the bed, goes to the bathroom and turns the taps on. 

"Come on babe, let's get you in a baff, get that wax off you" he says and he helps me to stand up off the bed and walk to the bathroom because my legs are still shaky from such a strong orgasm. Once I'm in the bath, he helps me to wash and asks me if I was comfortable with that amount of kink, he says he didn't want to throw me in at the deep end. I assure him I was absolutely fine, I didn't use the safe word after all, but that the feelings can be a bit overwhelming and the sensations so strong, and that I'm not used to asking for permission during sex. After I'm washed, he wraps me in a big soft towel and we climb in to his bed. He cradles me in his arms, still wrapped in the towel under the duvet, and sings to me softly while he strokes my hair as I fall asleep.

Chapter 6

I blink my eyes open in Dom's dimly lit bedroom and feel him stroking my hair. He sees me awaken and says "You are so beautiful" as his smile widens across his face, and he places a gentle kiss on my forehead. I unroll myself from the bath towel that I'm still wrapped in from earlier, chuck it off the bed on to the floor, and snuggle in to Dom, my head on his chest, my leg draped over his leg, just listening to his heart beat while he strokes my hair.

"You wanna get brunch later love?" he asks.
"Yeah, that sounds really nice, I'd like that" I reply as Dom yawns. "You're tired. What time is it?"
"3:45am. We need to get some sleep" he says, so we snuggle and doze off.

The next time I wake up, Dom is still asleep. I don't want to wake him but I really have to pee so I quietly get up and go to the bathroom. Once I'm done, I get back in to bed as quiet as I can, roll towards Dom and as I get settled, he opens his gorgeous green eyes and smiles.

I smile back at him and say "Morning Dom".
"Shower?" he asks
"Go for it" I say, thinking I'll take the chance to be lazy in bed while he's in the shower.
"I meant you too Y/N" and with that he takes my hand and we head in to the bathroom.

He turns the shower on, we get in and stand under the water, he puts some body wash in his hands and starts to rub his hands over my wet, naked body. He kisses his way across my shoulders, rubbing my breasts with both hands. The combination of arousal from what he is doing and morning wood hits him and his dick stands rock solid and proud, I feel it behind me, poking at my butt cheek as he grasps my breasts. I reach my hand down behind me, take his erection in my hand and stroke up and down the shaft. Dom groans a little as he enjoys the feeling of what I'm doing. He kisses his way down my back and moves one hand down to my pussy as I bend forwards until my hand is on the wall in front of me for support. He rubs my clit with a firm but teasing pressure and I moan in pleasure as he penetrates me from behind.

I don't know if Tom, Adam and Ben are in the house, so I make an effort to keep my noise down to quiet, breathy moans, and luckily the sound of the water cascading down from the shower head above us is helping to drown out the sounds that I can't help but make. Dom's rhythm builds in speed as he kisses my shoulders and back, holds my breast in one hand and rubs my clit with the other. Oh good God, this is fast, passionate, and intense. Fuck, I don't know if my legs will hold me up. Feeling his throbbing penis thrust in and out of me over and over, my orgasm rises up and washes over me fast. As mine finishes, he is about to hit his so he pulls out of me and spills his cum all over my ass cheeks where it is quickly washed away by the shower.

He kisses my neck as I stand back up and wraps his arms around me. We stand like that, under the water raining down on us, for a moment before we finish washing ourselves, then we get out of the shower, and get dry and dressed in the bedroom. We head downstairs where the guys are sitting along the breakfast bar in the kitchen.

"Morning Dom. Oh, and morning Y/N" Adam says, raising one eyebrow and looking at Dom.
"Morning guys" I reply.
"You two seem to be spending a lot of time together" Ben states.
"Yeah man, Y/N is amazing. We're heading out for brunch. See you later" Dom tells them.

We leave the house and start walking down the road. Dom grabs my hand as he walks alongside me and intertwines his fingers with mine. It isn't far to the cute little café that Dom takes me to, we're there in less than 5 minutes, and the staff seem to know him well so he must come here often. They sit us at a table near the back, and we both order a full English breakfast each, with Yorkshire tea. As we eat, we talk. More 'getting to know you' type stuff, but more intimate, like when we lost our virginity, the kind of things we have done sex-wise, things we want to try, the things we like. Dom tells me that he has many kinks, but he doesn't want to overwhelm me. I have a few little kinks my own, but I can tell from his reaction that mine pale in comparison to his. I'm rather excited to explore things though, to be honest.

Once we finish eating and are sitting there nursing our tea, he tells me that he has to go to the studio that afternoon as they're recording some stuff for his new album. That's ok because I have some stuff I need to do. So we leave the café and walk slowly, hand in hand, to the point where we need to part ways. Dom stops, I turn to face him to say bye, and he leans down to kiss me, one hand on my cheek. This kiss feels kind of different, like he doesn't want to say goodbye. Nevertheless, when we stop kissing we say bye and go our separate ways.

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[Time skip a few hours to that evening]

I'm finished all the stuff I had to do today. I am so lucky my work let me work from home when I need to, it means I can be flexible with when I work because as long as I get the work done they don't really mind when it is done. So I'm sitting on my sofa, watching my fave sitcom on Netflix with a tub of Ben & Jerry's.

Bzzzz
My phone vibrates so I pick it up and check the message.
'Got fuck all done today. Wanna see you. D 🖤'

I text back 'OK, I'm not doing anything. When do you want to meet? x'

Ding dong 

I answer the door and Dom is standing there.
"Dom, what are you...I mean, hi"
"Y/N I'm sorry for just turning up. I wanted to see you"
"You don't have to apologise. Come in"

Dom walks in through my front door, I close it behind him and we go to the living room. We sit down on the sofa and I turn the volume down on the TV so it's just background noise so we can chat if he wants to. 

"I love spending time with you Y/N, this is so cosy and normal when my life is so crazy"
"I love you being here Dom, this is really nice"

Dom kisses my forehead, moves closer to me on the sofa, puts his arm around me, and we just watch TV for a while, sharing the ice cream with the one spoon because neither of us can be bothered to go to the kitchen to get another.

When it gets late, Dom gets up to leave. I don't want him to go, and I don't think he wants to, so I grab his hand and tell him that I want him to stay. He seems surprised that I don't want him to go. I shut off the TV and we make our way to my bedroom. My room is a little chilly, so I grab a fleece throw from the closet and put it on top of the duvet. We both strip down, climb under the covers and snuggle together. I really enjoy spending time with Dom, he's such an amazing person. He starts stroking my hair again, but I don't really feel tired. I think it must be my turn to repay him for all the 'effort' he's been putting in lately.

My fingers trail across his chest and brush gently over his nipples. I start to lay kisses down the side of his neck, his shoulder and down his chest as I swing my leg over him and straddle him. I continue to kiss his neck, his chest, his lips in random order all over the place. His hands are all over me, grasping my breasts, grabbing handfuls of my hair, gripping my hips as he grinds his stiffening cock on to my labia and against my clit. I bite at his neck, and rather roughly leave a few love bites behind before I move down and swirl my tongue around his nipples. I want to give him a taste of his own medicine, so I bite on his nipples and he groans deep in his throat, his hands tightening their grip where they happen to be in my hair and on my hip.

I shimmy slowly down, licking intricate patterns down his stomach as I go until I reach his pubic hair. I glance up at him out of the top of my eyes and lock eye contact with him staring down at me. With my tongue, I swirl around the very tip of his penis, then down the back tracing my way down the frenulum, then back up to lick around the very edge of the head of his dick, maintaining eye contact the whole time. When he's least expecting it, I take his manhood in my mouth and plunge it all the way down to the back of my throat. I've never heard a man make a noise like the noise he made when I did that. As my mouth slides up and down his shaft, his hands bury in my hair, and he groans, deep and guttural when I take his balls in my hand and tease his perineum with my finger.

Fuck it, I want his dick so bad. So I kiss back up his body until I'm straddling him again and slide his cock in to my soaking wet pussy. His hands grip my hips and I ride up and down the full length of him. Pretty quickly, feeling him hit my G-spot and my clit hitting his pubic bone every time I bring myself down the full length of his dick, the waves of orgasm wash over me. Knowing I don't have to keep my noise down at my place, I scream so fucking loud I'm worried I've scared him, but he thrusts up towards me in response so I guess it turns him on to hear my pleasure.

I can feel his penis throbbing, and I know what that means, so I climb off his dick only to be greeted by a disappointed groan from him as I do so, but I quickly wriggle down and take his cock in my mouth again. Working my lips up and down the length of him, his tip hitting the back of my throat and almost making me gag, I feel him getting close to his climax. As he shoots his load down my throat, his hands grab my hair so hard I think he might pull it out and he moans, a primal sound. I swallow every last drop, and catch him breathlessly look at me as I lick my lips.

I flop in to bed, facing away from him and he snuggles in and spoons me from behind with his arm wrapped around my waist.

"Fuck Y/N, that was amazing! I swear to God, that was the best head I've ever had"
"I aim to please" I giggle in response.
"Night love"
"Hmmmm" I moan, sleepily, as I doze off with the feeling of his breath on the back of my neck.

Chapter 7

Bzzzz bzzzz
Bzzzz bzzzz
Bzzzz bzzzz

I wake up to an empty bed, and my phone vibrating like crazy. I can hear Dom's voice, speaking in hushed tones but sounding quite agitated, coming from the living room.

I pick my phone up. I have 12 missed calls from my best friend y/f/n, 5 WhatsApp messages from family members, and a couple of Snaps from people at work. I stick my headphones in so I can call y/f/n and talk while I read the messages.

Y/f/n answers on the first ring.
"Y/N please tell me you've seen the papers?"
"I just woke up. What is it? What's happened?" I reply, as I start to go through the messages, which are all pretty much the same - 'Have you seen the news?' or 'What on earth is going on?' or 'You kept that quiet!'.
"You are all over the news Y/N" y/f/n tells me.
"Me?! What...?!"

Dom comes in as he's obviously heard me talking. His phone is still in his hand by his ear.

"We've got a situation love."

As he says that, I open a snap... a newspaper article. It's a picture of Dom and me, hand in hand, kissing outside the café after we had brunch. The headline on it reads 'Yungblud no longer a Loner' with a subheading of 'Dominic Harrison spotted with new girlfriend'

Fuck. Girlfriend? Shit. We've only been on a couple of dates!!

"Y/N are you still there?" says y/f/n over the phone.
"Yeah, can I call you back?"
"You better! We need to talk babe!"
I hang up the phone.

I look over at Dom. It sounds like he's being shouted at down the phone, and I pull a concerned face at him. He mouths "manager" at me, and I nod as he just listens to the earful he seems to be getting. I finish checking the messages I've got, leaving them all on read because I am not replying right now. Dom tells his manager that he'll come down to the office, hangs up the phone, and walks to the bed and sits down behind me with his chin on my shoulder.

"So. Girlfriend huh?" I say to him, smile on my face so he knows I'm joking around with him. "Who is she?"
He laughs. I love the sound of his laugh.
"Someone amazing", he kisses my shoulder, "and beautiful", another kiss further up towards my neck, "and smart", another kiss at the base of my neck, "and funny", another kiss just below my ear, "and sexy as hell", and with that he somehow gets out from behind me, lays me down, and straddles me in one swift movement, his hands holding mine flat on the bed either side of my head.
"Sounds like one hell of a woman"
"She is." he says, bends forward and kisses me, and then smiles at me. "We need to get dressed."
"I'm sorry, we? You're the only one who needs to go out, you're going to go to the office, remember?"
"No, love, we're both going. I wanna introduce my girlfriend to my manager. The boys have been teasing me for days anyway, they could see how smitten I am with you."
"I really like you too. It is pretty fast to put a label on it, but then we did fuck on our first date" I say, and we both grin.
"Come on love, we've gotta go."

So we get up and get dressed, he gets an Uber, and we go to his office. It turns out his offices are in the same building as the studio. We get out of the Uber, he takes my hand, and we walk towards the building. As we walk in the door, Tom, Ben and Adam all start cheering and clapping which makes my cheeks go about the same colour as Dom's hair, and Dom just beams a huge grin at them.

Dom introduces me to his manager, Tommas, who gives me a quick handshake. Dom gestures to one of the rooms and goes with Tommas to have a chat. Adam sees me looking a bit awkward and tells me to sit down, so I do. All 3 of them are looking at me, beaming from ear to ear.

"What?"
"Nothing. We're actually pretty chuffed that you two got papped. He's been unbearably useless. Maybe he'll actually get some fucking work done now." says Adam. I smile, kind of shyly.
"I don't think Tommas likes me"
"He will do. You make our boy happy. Happy Dom is good" Ben tells me. I excuse myself and pop outside to call y/f/n back.

"Tell me everything!" y/f/n says the second she picks up. Not even a 'hello'!
"There's not much to tell."
"Erm, hello?! You're all over the news with them calling you Yungblud's new girlfriend. There's plenty to tell! So spill! I want all the gory details!"
So I tell her everything that's been happening, all of it. She's my best friend, we tell each other everything.
"And then the shit hit the fan this morning. Dom just introduced me to his manager. I'm at the offices with them right now"
"Jesus H Christ Y/N. What even is your life at this point?"
I laugh and ask if she's met up with Tom yet, since they said they were going to. She tells me they haven't had the chance yet as she's been really busy with work. That's a shame, I think they'd get on great, I tell her. I need to get back so I say bye and head back inside.

Dom and Tommas come out of the office as I'm coming in from outside, and Dom asks if I want a cuppa. I say yes please, and I follow as they all head to the kitchen to make tea and then on to the studio. I sit in a chair in the corner, drinking my tea, and watch Dom singing in the sound booth with Adam playing guitar in there with him. Tom takes a few photos, Ben fiddles with nobs and dials and sliding things on a huge control panel. It's quite an experience.

After they're done for the day, Dom says he fancies Chinese. Tommas has some stuff to do in the office, so Tom, Ben, Adam, Dom and I all head off to a Chinese restaurant. We order loads of different dishes and we all help ourselves to what we want. We eat, drink some beers, chat, and just have a really great time.

When we get back to the guys place, we stick on a movie in the living room and sit down to watch it. Well, all except Dom who disappears to the kitchen.
"What's he doing?" I ask Tom
"Dom makes the world's best popcorn" he replies.

A few minutes later, Dom reappears with a tray of popcorn (in cardboard containers like at the cinema) and beer bottles. He sets the tray down on the table, we each take some popcorn and a beer, and he sits down next to me. We snuggle up through the film, he feeds me popcorn (it really is phenomenal), and every now and again he kisses my neck or my cheek or my forehead.

"Get a room you two!" says Ben.
"I have one." replies Dom in a cheeky tone.
"I know. Use it." Ben quickly quips back at Dom.
"Alright. But don't blame me if you hear somefing you don't wanna be hearing!" Dom says, grinning, as he stands up, bends down, picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, and carries me up the stairs like a firefighter, me squealing and giggling as we go!

When we get to Dom's room, he kicks the door closed behind him and puts me down on my feet on the floor, laughing his head off as he puts me down. He stands in front of me, still giggling, as he puts his hand on my cheek and leans in to kiss me. The same passion is there that was there during our second kiss, the one after our first date. My breath catches in my throat again and as he kisses me he wraps the fingers of his other hand around my hip and pulls me in close to him. My arms wrap around him, one hand behind his back on his shoulder blade, the other on the back of his neck. His tongue probes my mouth and wrestles with mine as he kisses me with an insatiable hunger.

We walk, or rather stumble, to the bed, still kissing as we go. Only now we're undoing buttons on each other's clothing, undoing belts and zips, and stripping each other off frantically until we're both in just our underwear. We stop kissing for the length of time it takes us to climb under the covers and then we're all over each other again. I reach down to the bulge in his boxers and find it was starting to rise before I even touched him. His hand slides inside my knickers and his fingers tease at my clit, rubbing circles around it. A heavy breath escapes my lungs from Dom's touch on such a sensitive part of me. I rub his ever-hardening dick through the fabric of his boxers as his hand reaches behind me and undoes my bra which he pulls out of the way so that his mouth can find my nipples. Licking, sucking and biting my nipples while his fingers work my clit, I throw my head back in arousal, my breathing heavy, low noises coming from my throat.

Dom throws the cover fully off the bed on to the floor, and I send my bra to follow it so it isn't just hanging off my arms any longer. He tugs my panties down my legs and off my feet, but he keeps hold of them in his hand. He stands up off the bed and I raise one eyebrow in curiosity as to what he's up to. The same look that came over his face the other night is back, he wants it kinky. And he knows I know.

"Stay there." he orders.
"Ok."
He sighs, reaches down and grabs my chin quite firmly.
"Ok, what??"
"Ok Sir."
"Good girl."

He walks across the room to a chest of drawers, opens the bottom one, and walks back to the head of the bed with a roll of gaffer tape in his hand.

"Open." he orders, so I obediently open my legs.
"Well, ok, you're obeying orders, but I meant your mouth." he says.

Immediately I open my mouth wide. He stuffs my panties in to my mouth, shuts my mouth with his hand under my chin, tears off a strip of gaffer tape and firms it down over my lips. He's just gagged me with my own knickers!

"Turn over, love. On your front." and again, I do what I'm told and roll over so I'm laying on my front. He takes my wrists and brings my arms behind my back and tapes my wrists together. Then he walks back to the drawer and takes out some things and comes back to the bed. This is different from last time because I can see what's happening, although not very well since I'm on my front, except he's taken away my ability to talk this time.

He sits on the end of the bed and nudges my feet so that I open my legs for him. I feel his fingers slide up and down my slit, teasing me, before sliding 2 fingers deep inside my pussy. I'm so wet for him that they go in easy. Slowly, he pulls his digits out and pushes them back in, over and over, curling them gently when fully inside so he tickles my G-spot. My moans rumble low in my throat as the pleasure builds.

While he fingers my pussy, I hear him flick the cap open a tube with the other hand and try to look round.

"Did I say you could watch what I'm doing?" he asks. I shake my head, I can't exactly answer him verbally.

He fumbles around a little, and then pulls his fingers from my pussy. With the fingers of the other hand, he rubs what I suddenly realise was lube on to my asshole.

Being the sweetheart that he is, still concerned that I'm alright even if he is making me his submissive, he asks
"Is that ok?" and I nod my head a little hesitantly. He slowly pushes something in to my anus, in a little then out, in a tiny bit more then out, slowly more and more until it pushes past a wide bit and I gasp in through my nose, then he just leaves it there. I'm not dumb, I know that's a butt plug he just stuck in my ass.

He grips me by my hips and lifts until I'm on my knees, face down as my wrists are still taped together behind my back, my butt in the air.

Smack
He slaps my ass cheek with the flat of his hand. Then he spreads the lips of my pussy with his hands so he gets a good view of my dripping wet hole.

"Fook, yes, love"
Ptui
He spits on my spread wide open pussy and slides 2 fingers back inside me. He pulls his boxers down with the other hand, kneels behind me, pulls his fingers out of my pussy and plunges his rock hard cock in. I squeal through my nose because it is pretty intense and get slap on my ass cheek.

"Shut up. Anyone would fink this is the first time you've had anyfing in your arse while being fooked."
I nod, because it is! But he continues to fuck my pussy, burying himself deep inside me, his tip pounding away at my G-spot, his balls smacking against my clit. My breathing becomes shallow and uneven and he knows I'm close to orgasm.

"You can't ask verbally so for this session, you can cum when you need to. That is a blanket permission for tonight only" I nod in understanding as my orgasm draws closer.

My heart racing, barely breathing at this point, I'm about to tip over the edge and he stops. Completely pulls his cock out of me. I see him out of the corner of my eye, smirk on his face as he strokes his erection. And he just waits until my orgasm subsides before pushing himself back in to my warm, wet hole.

4 times he does this. Waits until I am about to cum and then just stops. The 4th time, he can see my frustration, hear the little whimpers in my throat, my NEED to cum.

"You didn't fink I'd actually let you, did you?" he teases, chuckling a little to himself.

I feel him tug gently on the butt plug until it slides out of my ass. He adds a little more lube to it before pushing it slowly back in. Then he pulls it out and discards it on to the floor.

He pulls apart my ass cheeks to spread my ass and spits on my asshole.
Ptui
He adds a little more lube from the tube on to his solid cock and gently pushes the tip against my tight anus. I know the butt plug will have loosened me up a little but he is so slow and gentle, pushing in gradually with only a slight pressure, that it isn't long before his entire shaft is buried deep in my ass. He eases in to slow thrusts, back and forth with his hips ever so slightly, until I'm more used to it.

Picking up speed, making sure he doesn't pull completely out, he thrusts his full length in to my tight asshole. Over and over, he pounds in to me. His throbbing tip hits my G-spot through the wall between my pussy and my ass, I didn't even know that was possible, but by Christ it feels fucking amazing! My legs are shaking, I think they might actually give out, and he can feel it as he takes hold of my hips to give me support. I'm so fucking close, the waves of my orgasm are building, and I can't help but moan, the sound muffled by the panties in my mouth and tape over my lips, but I don't dare let go.

"Fook baby, yes. Good girl, cum for me now."

My climax releases at his words and my entire body shakes from the force of 5 pent up orgasms from where he denied them before along with the feeling of him pounding deep in to my ass. My heart feels like it'll beat through my chest, and I simply forget how to breathe for a few seconds. Knowing he has pleasured me, feeling my muscles clench around his throbbing shaft, he can't hold back any longer and I feel him fill my ass with cum. After my orgasm washes away, I feel tears well up I'm my eyes.

He gently pulls out of me, carefully lowers me by my hips sideways so I'm lying on my side on the bed, and grabs a pair of scissors from his bedside table drawers. He cuts the gaffer tape on my wrists, sees my tears as he gently peels the tape from my lips, and pulls my knickers out of my mouth. Kissing me on my forehead and stroking my hair, he asks me if I'm alright. I nod because it's all I have strength to do right now, and he pulls me in to him and holds me close while the tears fall.

"I'm sorry love, I'm so fooking sorry." he is shocked, thinking he's hurt me.
"Don't be Dom. It's tears of pleasure" I tell him.
"What?"
"I don't know, it's happened before. My body gets mixed up and gives me the wrong emotion for how I'm actually feeling. With how strong that orgasm was, I dunno, it just caused tears. But I promise, I loved it." I explain to him.
"Are you sure?" he still sounds uncertain.
"Promise."
"Ok, wait there." and I nod.

Dom sticks his boxers on quickly and disappears out of the bedroom, so I reach down to the floor and pick up the covers for the bed and snuggle in to them like a little nest, and I wipe my eyes.

When Dom comes back, he has 2 mugs in his hands. My strength is coming back now so I straighten the covers out and take one mug from him and he climbs in to bed holding the other mug. He made hot chocolate with little marshmallows. He is just the cutest!

He puts some music on and we sit and drink hot chocolate and cuddle in to each other in bed. After we finish the hot chocolate, we snuggle down in bed. My head on his chest, my leg draped over his, my fingers drawing invisible patterns on his chest and his fingers stroking through my hair, sleep comes quickly.

Chapter 8

Dom wakes me as he comes in to his bedroom in the morning. He doesn't mean to, he's just naturally pretty loud. He's obviously gotten up early and gone for a run as he's in shorts, a polo shirt and trainers (I didn't know he even owned trainers! He's always in creepers or boots), and he's glistening with sweat.

"Morning love" he says.
"Hey" I say with a smile. 

Dom disappears in to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes as he walks and dumping them on the floor. He leaves the bathroom door open as he starts the shower going. He shouts out so I can hear him and tells me he has some things to sort out today, and I tell him not to worry because I have work I should probably do at home. When he comes back in to the bedroom, the top half of him sparkling like diamonds with water droplets from the shower and the bottom half of him wrapped in a soft, fluffy, white towel, he asks me if I really have to go home. I remind him that although I work from home, my laptop and stuff is at home so I really do kinda need to go home. He sits down on the bed, looking pretty sad that I have to go, and then lies down so he's snuggled in beside me with his head on my shoulder.

He strokes my hair with one hand while the other arm is draped across my stomach, and I caress across his shoulders with my finger tips. Dom raises his head and brushes his full lips across my nipple, then flicks his tongue gently around it. I softly sigh in pleasure, which he takes as a cue to keep going, and moves the hand that was draped across my stomach down to my clit and circles it. It feels so good and I groan a little, and then louder when he pushes 2 fingers in to my pussy. He continues this for a few minutes until I come to my senses and remind him that we both have stuff we need to be getting on with, and we sure as hell don't have time to be getting in to...that. 

His eyes narrow at me in defiance as he pushes his fingers deeper and strokes my G-spot deep inside me. It isn't long before he feels my walls contracting against his fingers, a sure sign my orgasm is close, and the hand that's been stroking my hair this whole time painfully grabs a handful, pulling my head sharply back. I cum hard, maybe a bit too loud, and while the last waves of orgasm are still taking my body Dom lets go, pulls his fingers out of me, and straddles me, his knees on my wrists so I cannot move. Deftly, he takes 2 pairs of handcuffs from the bedside table drawer, puts one cuff from each pair on each of my wrists then, one arm at a time, he cuffs the other end of each to the bedposts of the headboard. 

"Dom, stop. We don't have time for this!" I plead, but he just grins a cheeky grin at me.

He pulls out 2 ropes like the one that he used on my wrists last time from the drawer and ties it around my ankles and ties each of them to the posts at the foot of the bed. It's at that moment, right after he's finished shackling me to his bed, that my phone rings. He picks it up, shows me the number, I tell him it's my boss, and he answers it!!

" 'ello?"..."Sorry, Y/N isn't available to come to the phone right now, she's a bit tied up. Can I get her to contact you later?"..."Ok, fanks. Bye" and he puts my phone down on his bedside table.

"What the hell?" I say to him. He just smiles sweetly at me, pulls the covers over me so I'm completely covered up to my shoulders, and he walks out of the room closing the door behind him. 

[Short time skip]

I don't know how long I've been here, must be a couple of hours. I hear the handle start to turn on the door and look over just in time to see Adam standing there, staring at me trussed up on the bed. I don't say anything and he, wide-eyed in shock at seeing me left there like that cos he knows Dom is out, just backs out of the room and closes the door again without saying a word. Well, the covers were my saving grace, I guess, at least I wasn't naked!

I hear a bit of commotion from downstairs after a little bit more time has passed, and Adam's raised voice obviously a bit pissed off with Dom. He must be having a go at him after walking in on me like this. What they're all saying is so muffled, I can't make it out. I hear footsteps on the stairs and then Dom walks in to his bedroom, laughing.

"What's so funny? And why did you leave me here like this? Adam walked in!!" I demand.
"I know. That's what's so funny. The guys never usually come in my room. But the one time Adam loses his Macbook charger happens to be the one time my girlfriend is tied up on my bed as punishment" he replies.
"Punishment? What for? I didn't do anything!" Fuck, the stern look is back.
"You know what you focking did. You were too focking loud. I didn't tell you that you could be loud. I know when the guys are here and when they're not. You can make as much focking noise as you want at your place or in a hotel room, but you only make noise here when I focking tell you that you can. Understood?"
My bravado drops.
"Yes Sir"
"Good girl. I only didn't stick to my previous fret cos I had to go out and didn't have time."

Dom undoes the ropes and the handcuffs, chucks them to the floor and pulls me in to his arms. He kisses me softly, rubs the red marks on my wrists and my ankles, and holds me for a while. I ask him what time it is, he tells me it is just after 3pm. Fuck, my boss is gonna be so mad. By the time I've gotten myself together, gotten home, and settled down to work, it'll be nearly time to finish for the day. I've already gotten behind on my work, I have so much to catch up on. Not much point in rushing myself then, since it's so late.

While I take a shower, Dom goes downstairs and cooks us a late lunch. When I come down to join him in the kitchen, Adam, Tom and Ben are just hanging around, sort of eyeing me a bit suspiciously. 

"Adam, I'm sorry if what you saw embarrassed you. Surely you must know what Dom is like by now?"
"Not until today I didn't. He keeps that side of himself surprisingly secret. Now I know why." replied the Scotsman.
"Well I promise you all, I'm fine."
"Ok, but, embarrassment or not, if he leaves you like that again and you need out, just let us know" says Ben, speaking as though Dom isn't even there.
"No." barks Dom, pointing a spatula at Ben, "She does what I tell her. If I want her to stay like that, she stays like that. I may love her, but she's also my obedient little slut"

All 4 of us whip our heads round at Dom so fast we all nearly get whiplash. Ben, Adam and Tom's eyes are as wide as mine feel, and their jaws have almost hit the floor.

"I'm...I'm sorry, you w- what now?" I stutter.

It's only in that second with all of us staring at him like he's grown a second head that Dom realises what he's said.

"Fock" is all he says.

This is Dom, he says he loves everyone all the time, but it's the first time he's said it about me and the 3 guys still seem to be in shock as Dom dishes up lunch. They just end up pushing the food around their plates while avoiding the obvious elephant in the room, and I don't mean the one tattooed on his ass. I'm still in shock too, so I'm not eating much either, although Dom is a really good cook, this chicken is amazing so I eat at least half of what's on my plate.

After we eat, I really need to head home. Dom still doesn't really want me to go, but he doesn't want to talk about what he said either so I may as well spend some time in my own bed. So I order an Uber, Dom sees me to the door and kisses me tenderly with his fingers in my hair which melts me as per usual, and I leave his house feeling... I don't know how I feel. Confused, happy, embarrassed from Adam walking in, horny from that kiss goodbye... so many emotions.

When I get home, I log on my laptop quickly, try and catch up on some emails and do what little work I can do for a couple of hours, and then I decide to grab an early night, so I head off to bed.

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[Time skip - 10 days later]

I've been so busy trying to catch up on all the work I got behind with that I haven't had much time to see Dom. We've been on one date, been for dinner in the evening, then back to mine so that I didn't miss work the next day, and of course it led to sex after. My boss is still pretty mad over the other day where I missed the whole day without notice, and about the work I've still got to catch up on, so I'm starting early, working through lunch, and finishing late every day.

Dom has been texting me a lot. Tells me he can't focus on all the stuff he has to do because he misses me. I love hearing my phone buzz, picking it up and seeing that black heart on the screen, it cheers me up so much and I've been miserable working so much and not seeing Dom very often.

It's Friday, so Dom and I have decided to go out again tonight. So now, of course, I can't focus on work! I'm thinking what I want to wear, where we might go, how to do my hair and my make up... 'Come on Y/N, get on with work!' I think to myself.

I do what I can but I'm not really very productive today because I keep thinking about tonight! I decide that having spent 10 days doing extra hours, I deserve to clock off a bit early, so finish working at 4, go for a shower, get my hair and make up done, then drag half of my wardrobe out to decide what to wear. I settle on a little black dress with a dipped hem at the back, wrap around detail on the waist, and a cowl neckline, and team it with a beautiful pair of black heels.

I text Dom to let him know I'm ready, because he said he would be ready as soon as I was, so I pour myself a small glass of wine while I wait for him.

When he rings the doorbell, I open the door to see him dressed in pvc trousers, mesh top, leopard print waistcoat, and a white suit jacket.

Damn! He's hot!

"Wow Y/N, you look so fooking gorgeous." he says, stepping in to my flat. He walks towards me, places one hand on my hip and the other on the side of my face, and leans in to a long and gentle but very passionate kiss. I'd missed this.

"Come on, I've got plans" Dom tells me as he takes my hand and pulls me out of the door with barely enough time for me to grab my bag or close the door behind me!

We take a cab to The Fenchurch Building, go up to The Sky Garden and I find out he had already booked us a table in the Darwin Brasserie. While we eat a beautiful meal accompanied by champagne, we look out over the city as the sun goes down and the lights start to come on in all the buildings. It's so beautiful. Dom holds my hands across the table between courses, and every so often I catch him staring at me hungrily like I'm the next course!

After we finish our meals, we go in to the Sky Pod bar to have another drink. I wander over to look at the view and Dom walks with me, wrapping his arms around me from behind when I stop. As we stand there, he whispers in my ear.

"I've got to have you. Baffroom. 2 minutes."

And he leaves me alone watching the view. I've not done anything like this before, so nervously I sip my drink until about 2 minutes have passed, then I take a deep breath and put the nearly empty glass on the bar on my way past.

When I reach the toilets, I can't see Dom anywhere. As I walk down the corridor, a hand covers my mouth, an arm wraps around my waist, and I'm dragged backwards in to the ladies toilets, all the way in to a stall. Once in the luckily quite spacious toilet stall, the hand releases from my mouth and I feel familiar lips kissing my neck. I turn to face him and his full lips meet mine in a rough, hungry, passionate kiss.

He pushes me back against the wall of the stall and lifts the hem of my dress, then he squats in front of me and pulls my panties down and lets them fall to the floor before burying his face in my pussy. He laps his tongue at my clit hurriedly which gets me so turned on. I want him, I need him. I put my hands either side of his face and bring him back up. As he stands, he releases his erection from the pvc prison of his trousers, as usual he isn't wearing any underwear.

He lifts my right leg up to his waist height, lines himself up with my opening, and thrusts his hard cock in to me, then he lifts my left leg and I lock my feet together behind him with my arms wrapped around the back of his neck. He holds his hands underneath my butt cheeks, holding me up while he thrusts in to me, pushing me back against the wall for stability. His tongue explores my mouth as he fucks me. I can't help but moan, and I don't even care if anyone hears the sound I'm making or the banging from him fucking me hard against the wall.

It isn't long before I hit my climax and I cum so hard my body shakes. After another 10 or so thrusts, he shoots his load deep in to me. I gently lower my feet to the floor as he pulls out and we get our clothes straightened out.

He leaves first, and I give it 30 seconds or so before I leave the stall, check my hair and make up in the mirror, and leave the toilets as well. A member of staff walks past me on my way out and eyes me suspiciously, but I keep on walking back to the bar to find Dom.

"Let's get out of here before we get thrown out." I say to him. He agrees, so we leave.

"I've got an idea. Come on." he says.

So we walk a little way down to the river and down to one of the jetties that you get boats from. He pays the guy and we go on a cute little cruise down the river, past HMS Belfast, the Globe Theatre and the OXO Tower, and we pull up by the London Eye. I tell Dom that I'm a little cold, and he takes off his white suit jacket and insists I wear it.

Dom hails a taxi and we head back to his place. He's quiet and sends a couple of texts in the cab, so I ask if everything is alright, and he says it's perfect. Once we get there, we say a quick hi to Ben, Tom and Adam who are watching TV in the living room and then we head up to Dom's room. He covers my eyes with his hand before he opens the door, guides me through, shuts the door behind him and then uncovers my eyes to reveal his bed and floor covered in rose petals, candles all over the room, and even in the bathroom there are candles everywhere and more rose petals on the floor and on the top of the freshly drawn, hot bath water. 2 glasses of champagne sit on the side next to the bath with the rest of the bottle in an ice bucket next to them.

"OMG Dom, it's beautiful! Thank you." I exclaim.
"You deserve it Y/N. You've been working so hard to catch up at work. And I've missed you and wanted to give you a proper treat."
"So who do I thank in the morning for helping you with all this?"
"It was all of 'em."

So I strip off his jacket, my dress, my heels, and my underwear, climb in to the lovely hot water and immediately start to warm up. I invite Dom to get in too, but he won't. He just sits on a chair next to the bath, stroking my hair as I relax in the water, both of us sipping champagne.

After my bath, Dom gives me a pair of his boxers, a t-shirt and a hoodie and I get dry and put them on while he takes his clothes off and puts a pair of boxers and a hoodie on too. Then we climb in to bed and he puts some random rom com on Netflix. We snuggle up together and laugh at the TV until we both fall asleep.

Chapter 9

It's now Tuesday so it's been 4 days since that amazing date with Dom in the Sky Garden and on the boat. After we woke up the next morning, we had breakfast and went to the studio again, and then the same the day after, since it was the weekend and I didn't have to work. I love just sitting in the corner and listening to him sing, I can get lost in his voice, and how goofy he is in the studio is a bonus because I end up sitting there giggling so much. Watching Dom in the studio is fast becoming my happy place. After the studio on Saturday we stayed in at his with Chinese food, chilling and watching shit on Netflix with the guys, then on Sunday we went back to mine and had pizza and watched our way through Titanic. Just a nice chilled weekend.

I've just had an email from my boss wanting to see me at the office tomorrow morning. So I'm going to get an early night, I want to be fresh as a daisy if I have to go in to the office. I call Dom from the bath as I relax and he chats to me while I wash and then get ready for bed after I'm out of the bath. I climb in to bed, feeling pretty lonely that Dom isn't here with me, but at least he's on call with me, it feels a bit better. He stays on the call as I doze off to sleep.

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I wake before my alarm and lie there staring at the ceiling for a while. Y/f/n is usually awake early so I text her to see how she's getting on, we haven't talked much recently because we've both been so busy. She texts back straight away to tell me all about the new guy she's been seeing. I'm kind of surprised when she tells me it isn't Tom, they seemed so great for each other, but they couldn't work their schedules out and then she met Mark at the gym and really hit it off with him. I tell her we'll have to go on a double date, it would be fun!

I get up and get ready for work, go and get the bus, and head in to the office. My boss calls me in straight away with a concerned look on his face. He is as nice as he can be about it, but he tells me that due to the amount of work I missed and still haven't managed to catch up on, I'm fired. I missed so much time, and if I had managed to catch up it might have been a different story, but after that day where I missed the entire day without notice he has been getting pressure from his superiors. They've said it doesn't look good on the company or to my colleagues if everyone knows that my boyfriend is famous and I am 'allowed' to miss work and burden everyone else when I can't catch up. I understand their stance, but I'm devastated. I leave my work laptop with them since I brought it with me, and I leave the office for the last time.

It's started raining, and I have no coat and no umbrella because I didn't expect rain. It's almost like the sky is sad for me too. I wander through the city in the rain, I don't give a shit about getting wet to be honest, I'm just wandering aimlessly, crying as I walk. I eventually find myself standing outside the pub where I met Dom, just standing there and staring in to space. The barman sees me through the window and recognises me, so he comes out and brings me inside, sits me down at a table and brings me a glass of Jack and Coke which I just stare at. My phone rings, a number I don't know, and I just ignore it despite it keep ringing.

Less than 10 minutes later, Dom bursts through the door of the pub looking pretty frantic. The barman must have called him. He looks at the barman who points in my direction, and he comes running over to me.

"Y/N, what's wrong love?" he asks me. I just look at him for a moment with tears falling silently down my face.
"I lost my job" I say, and start sobbing gently.
"Fook, come here" and he wraps me in his arms while I sob. I don't want to tell him that seeing him and missing a day because of him was the main issue, he'll blame himself and feel so bad, I don't want him to fall in to depression too as I know he's prone to it.

My phone still keeps ringing so Dom picks it up and answers it. He keeps the conversation quiet as he knows I'm upset, confirming that it's my phone, confirming I'm alright, before exclaiming "You fooking what?!". The person on the other end says something else, and Dom says that we'll be right there. Right where? I don't want to go anywhere right now, I just want to sit here, let the sadness wash over me.

"Y/N, we have to go to your flat. Now."
"Why?" I ask repeatedly as he bundles me out of the door and we walk down the road, but he won't say anything else. The tears have stopped, because I'm confused and worried.

I soon find out why we had to come to my flat as we round the corner to find 2 fire engines. I run for the door but they won't let me through. The chief comes over and talks to me and Dom, although Dom does a lot of the talking for me as I'm too upset. Faulty wiring, he says. He lets us go up to my flat as the fire is out but I don't even make it through the door before I drop to my knees with tears pouring down my face again. It's gone, my cute little flat, all my stuff. Everything is black or charred and ruined or just gone. Dom just stands there behind me, jaw wide open, unsure what to do or what to say.

The rest of the day is a blur. Talking to the firemen some more, talking to the landlord, calling my family. I'm just numb, I can't process all this. First my job, now my flat. It's all gone.

Before I know it, it's getting dark and Dom ushers me in to a taxi to take me back to his. I get out of the cab outside his house and my legs buckle under me as we walk to the door. Without a word he just scoops me up in his arms, carries me inside and up the stairs past Tom, Ben and Adam, and puts me on his bed where he strips my still damp clothes off me and dresses me in a pair of his joggers and a hoodie before disappearing. I'm still numb, there's no tears now, just shock and an inability to comprehend everything. I hear mumbles from downstairs as Dom talks to the boys, then he comes back with a mug of tea for me. He helps me sit up, gives me the tea, and I sip it while he changes. Then we climb under the duvet and I snuggle in to him until I fall in to unconsciousness from the exhaustion of such an overly emotional day.

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When I wake in the morning, I don't think Dom has moved or even slept all night. I don't let him know I'm awake at first, because he's just stroking my hair and softly singing,  unaware that I'm awake. The tears start to fall quietly from my eyes as I lie there, everything that happened yesterday hitting me all at once.

"Nobody taught me how to love myself
So how can I love somebody else?
I'm so new to this
I swear that I'm doing my best
I won't let you down"

I start to sob and he stops singing.

"Hey, Y/N, don't cry. I've been working fings out. It'll be ok."
"How will it be ok? I've lost my job, I have nowhere to live, I have nothing left."
"You've got me. I won't let you down. You can live here. I'm not talking in like a 'moving in with your boyfriend' kind of way, I'm talking in like a 'we have 2 spare rooms here, you can have your own room' kind of way. I've already asked the boys if it's ok with them and they're fine with it. Job? We can find something you can do with the management team or the record label, I've asked Tommas and he said he'll have a fink. And once you've had a shower, we'll go out and get you new clothes and stuff."

This, of course, makes me cry more, but with happiness. I can't believe he's been awake all night working this out, he's amazing.

"Hey, I fought I said no crying!"
"Thank you Dom, thank you so much" I manage through my tears.

After taking a shower, Dom brings a McDonald's in and tells me he sent Adam down to grab us some breakfast. I don't really want food, my mood is low so my appetite is gone, but I know he's just looking after me so I eat a bit. Once we're finished eating, he sits behind me on his bed and gently rubs my back and massages my shoulders. He's so good at helping me to relax. He gently eases his hoodie that I'm wearing off over my head so he can massage me easier. He surprises me when he plants a gentle kiss at the bottom of my neck and then keeps massaging, then another kiss followed by more massage. I turn my head to look at him. He puts 2 fingers under my chin, turns my head a little more towards him and kisses my lips so softly and gently. I kiss him back, my hand reaching up and running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. I feel vulnerable and needy. I need a distraction to take my mind off everything that happened yesterday.

Dom slides his fingers from my chin up my cheek until his hand is at the side of my face. His other hand reaches around my waist, pulling me back to him, closer than I already was. I feel the bulge in his jeans start to grow where he is seated behind me and instinctively reach for him. My palm finds his erection pushing against the material of his trousers and I rub against him causing him to groan as he kisses me. He moves from behind me and carefully lays me down beside him. I stroke his hard on through his jeans, my other hand still on the back of his head, as he kisses me. He keeps his hands on my waist and my cheek for a while, but I can tell he wants to touch me. I want him to. So why isn't he?

Breaking away from the kiss, I ask,
"Dom, what's wrong?"
"Y/N, your emotions are gonna be all over the place just now, I get that. So I don't want to rush you or push you in to anyfing you might regret because you think I want it."
"Babe, I wouldn't be kissing you back and rubbing your dick if I didn't want to."
"I know, but do you want to because you want to, or do you want to because it'll distract you or make you feel a bit better for a while or somefing?"
"I won't lie that it'll probably help make me feel better, and of course it'll distract me, but I won't ever regret doing anything with you Dom."

He cups both his hands around my face and kisses me again, more passionately this time, not as gentle. Our tongues wrestle as I undo the buttons on his jeans and push them as far down as I can. With his cock free, he turns things up a notch and kisses his way down my chest, before stopping at my breasts to flick his tongue around my nipples. I release a few loud exhalations as his hand ventures down inside the joggers I'm wearing and his fingers find my clit and gently tease it. Taking my breast in his hand, nipple pinched gently between his thumb and forefinger, his lips work their way back up my neck. Giving gentle nibbles amongst the kisses, he crawls his way back to my lips where his tongue explores my mouth only to be reciprocated by my own tongue probing his mouth in return.

I get fairly close to orgasm with his fingers stroking the small, pink button between my legs, his hand massaging my breast, his lips kissing mine so passionately. He stops and pulls the joggers down my legs, I part my legs and he positions himself between them then slowly pushes the full length of his solid dick in to my pussy. Small moans escape my lips as he pulls his length out of me and pushes back in over and over, slow but firm and purposeful.

With his head buried in the corner between my neck and my shoulder, gently biting and kissing my neck, my orgasm builds slowly. My arms wrap around him, hands on his back, I feel his muscles working with each and every thrust of his hips between my legs, my nails occasionally digging in to his skin causing rough, guttural noises from deep in his throat. Dom makes love to me in a way no other man ever has.

Before long, we both reach climax at the same time. His body jerking with the force of his ejaculation, mine shaking with pleasure beneath him as wave after wave washes over me. Dom lays beside me as we get our breath back and he asks me if I'm ok. I tell him I really am, so he asks me where I want to go shopping. I'm not sure, so we get up and put some clothes back on (Dom grabs some clean stuff from a drawer for us both) and we head out to wherever we end up.

Tom comes with us, partly so he can keep an eye for paparazzi, partly so he can shepherd Dom away from any overzealous fans if we encounter any, and partly cos he says he needs some new clothes himself.

After hitting what feels like hundreds of shops, we call it a day with dozens of shopping bags between the 3 of us, and we head back.

Once we're back, Dom shows me the other 2 bedrooms and gives me the choice of which I'd rather have. I choose the one closest to his room as it is the bigger of the 2 plus also I'd still have him close by even when one of us needs our own space. We put all the bags that have stuff that Dom bought for me in my new room, and I unpack it all in to drawers and wardrobes. I tried to pay myself, he wouldn't let me. There's so much stuff, but then I did need everything from underwear to coats and shoes, plus toiletries and make-up. Dom sits on my bed and chats to me while I put things away.

Afterwards I insist on cooking tonight, as a thank you to Dom and the guys for everything they've done for me. I manage to find all the things I need and work my way around the kitchen with relative ease. I dish up my signature macaroni cheese, sauce made from scratch myself, and they all sit at the breakfast bar and dig in to the rather healthy portions I've given them cos I always make too much pasta! Once we've eaten, we sit down in the living room to watch a couple of films and I snuggle in to Dom on the sofa as we settle in for my first night with this house as my new home.

Chapter 10

[A/N This chapter is rather extreme and intense towards the end, involving 4 on 1 sex. If you would rather not read that, please feel free to skip it. I understand it isn't to everyone's taste. There will be another warning just before if you want to read the rest of the chapter.]

Last night, I slept in my room. Dom slept in with me because I didn't want to be alone. But when I woke up this morning, he wasn't there. I guessed he may have gone for a run so I just took a quick shower, got dressed in a comfy t-shirt, hoodie and jeans and then headed downstairs to grab some breakfast.

"Morning." I say to Adam and Ben who are eating cereal in the living room.
"Hi Y/N, you okay?" asks Adam.
"Yeah, I'm not bad actually, thank you. Have you seen Dom this morning?"
"He's in his room getting changed after his run" Ben tells me.

As the kettle starts to boil for my tea, Dom comes down the stairs. Wow! I knew he was genderfluid, but I've not seen him have a femme day before. He looks great though! He's wearing a black skirt, white shirt with a red jumper over it and a matching red beret, and he's taken more care with his make-up than usual. It's really hot actually.

"Babe, you look phenomenal!" I tell him as he gets to the bottom of the stairs. He looks surprised.
"You like it Y/N?"
"Fuck yeah, I love it. I like to see you being yourself"

Dom grins a massive, cheesy grin, he looks so happy. He walks over to me and wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as I finish making 2 cups of tea (I figured I'd make Dom one as well when Ben said he was just changing).

We take our tea in to the living room and sit on the sofa and Dom tells me that we're going to the office after breakfast about my new job. So we finish eating, I run upstairs to change quickly because hoodie and jeans isn't exactly professional and we head out to the office, Adam and Ben in tow and Tom saying he'll meet us there.

When we arrive in the Uber at the office, Dom practically bounces out of the car and into the office with excitement. Ben and Adam look at each other with a look that says "What on earth? He's finally lost it", and I just giggle at Dom bouncing around like an excited child at Christmas. Tom comes out of the door with Tommas and we all say hi and go inside.

"Y/N, Dom tells me you need a job, so we've had a talk between us here at the office and Dom came up with an idea that we all agree could work really well - if you're up for the challenge" Tommas says.

Ben, Adam and Tom still look pretty confused, and Dom is bouncing in his chair!

 

"Okay...Tell me more?" I reply
"We would like to offer you the position of Dom's..."
"My PA! My personal assistant!" Dom interrupts Tommas cos he just can't contain it any longer. "Sorry Tommas" he says.

Myself, Tom, Ben and Adam are a bit shocked, they had no idea either.

"Your job would entail scheduling Dom's appointments, photoshoots, video shoots for new songs, radio and TV appearances, award shows, stuff like that, and obviously making sure that nothing clashes with tour schedules which we will give you but if there's opportunity to do a TV appearance or something while he's in a certain location then you can make that happen. Whenever Dom has one of his 'brilliant' ideas, like pop up gigs, you would need to liaise with us here, councils, police, etcetera to make sure it happens without a hitch. You'll be in regular contact with myself, Adam Wood, Alex Webb and Ed Juniper. How does that sound?"

I can't take it all in. And Dom is STILL bouncing in the chair!

"It sounds amazing, but it's so much to take in. Wow! Erm, yeah, let's do it!" I say to Tommas
"For the love of God, Dom, stop bouncing in the chair!" exclaims Tom. The rest of us all laugh, I'm sure we were all thinking it too.

"I was excited" Dom says as he stops bouncing and starts pouting instead.

I spend a few hours getting up to speed with Tommas on what I need to do, all the things that are currently scheduled in for Dom, meeting Adam, Ed and Alex, and just getting myself set up on a company laptop and phone. Dom spends the time taking some photos with Tom around the offices, mixing some stuff in the studio and re-recording some vocals he wasn't entirely happy with, and teasing his social media followers with cryptic posts. When we're both done with what we need to do, Dom suggests we all go down the pub to celebrate. Adam Wood joins us but says he has other plans this evening so he can't stay long, and Ed and Alex stay at the office with Tommas.

We go straight to the pub, yes that pub, from the offices and a round of pints of Stella come straight to the table pretty much as soon as we sit down without any of us having to ask! We sit in a booth in the corner, kind of round behind the bar. Before long, we are 3 pints, 2 Jägerbombs, and 4 whiskeys in - each! I had whiskey and coke because I just can't do straight whiskey and I'm getting drunk fast.

Dom slides his hand up my leg under the table and leans in to kiss me. As he pulls away, he whispers "shhhhhhh". His fingers creep their way inside my underwear and I subtly try to push his hand away to tell him to stop. He looks me dead in the eye and shakes his head slightly no. He pushes 2 fingers between the lips between my legs and watches me squirm a little as they slide inside me. I try my damnedest not to wriggle or make a sound, but a little sound comes through which I try to disguise as a cough. Ben looks over at me but seems satisfied with my explanation of "just coughing" as he goes back to his conversation with Adam Wood. Dom keeps curling his fingers inside my pussy, fingering me as we sit at the table. After another squeak from me which I tried to pass off as a hiccup, Dom raises one eyebrow, removes his fingers from my pussy and gives me a look that tells me I'll be in trouble for not keeping quiet.

Adam Wood, who has told me to call him 'Sweet Adam' since that's what everyone else calls him, gets up and leaves, and I go to the toilets so that I can "sit out" the next round of drinks, and I grab a bottle of water from the bar on my way to the toilet to sort of pace myself a little although what good it will do at this point I'm not sure!

When I get back to the table, they've racked up the sambuca shots. 3 each. Oh good lord, I'm going to feel this in the morning! Thank fuck it's Friday today and there's nothing on the schedule for me or Dom tomorrow.

"Dom, babe, I need to go home. I'm too wasted to keep going"
"Alright love. We can keep going at home if the boys want to."

Dom helps me to my feet as I'm a bit wobbly now, and we decide to walk back home as the fresh air will help me to sober up a bit plus I don't want to throw up in the back of a taxi. By the time we get through the door, I do feel a little better, but I don't want to keep drinking so I head upstairs to get some pyjamas on and Dom grabs some more beers from the fridge for himself, Tom, Ben and Adam.

When I get to my room, I start to strip off. I get down to my underwear before the wave of nausea hits me. I run to the bathroom and lose the contents of my stomach down the toilet. I'm obviously taking a while and Dom comes up to see what's taking me so long. He sees me on my knees with my head over the loo, walks over without a word and holds my hair and strokes my back until I stop being sick. Once I've stopped, I brush my teeth and get my pyjamas on, then go downstairs with Dom where he grabs me a bottle of water from the fridge.

In the front room, I sit with the guys and they all drink their beers while I sip at my water. I feel a load better now that my body has gotten rid of the alcohol. I really don't know how the guys all drink the way they do, but they say they've been drinking like that for years so their bodies are used to it. After half an hour or so, Dom asks me how I'm feeling. I tell him I'm still a little tipsy but feel a lot better than before.

"Come with me" he says and takes my hand, leading me upstairs.

When we get upstairs, he takes me to my room, chooses some nice lingerie and asks me to change and then go to his room, then he leaves. I may be tipsy, but I still want him so I take my pyjamas off, put the lingerie on with my robe over the top and go to his room as he told me to. When I open his door, the lights in his room are dimmed.

"Bed. Now" his voice orders from the bathroom.

I hang the robe on the back of the door, walk to the bed and climb under the covers. Dom walks out from the bathroom. He has changed his clothes and is now wearing just a pair of leather trousers. Attached to various clips on his belt hang a spanking paddle, an open mouth gag, a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs, and a flogger. He has a very domineering look on his face, and he doesn't look happy with me.

"We were out to celebrate your job. I wanted to celebrate in my own way, teasing my little slut, but you wriggled and you made noise. I don't think you did a very convincing job covering it up, so you will be punished. I will have my own celebration. And you WILL shut the fook up. Understood?" he says in a low, almost growling voice.
"Yes Sir." I turn my eyes down, ashamed that I let him down in the pub.
"Remember the safe word?"
"Pineapple, Sir"
"Good"

He walks to me in bed, pulls the cover off and throws it to the floor. He pulls me roughly up without a word so that I'm kneeling on the bed facing away from him, then grabs both my hands and cuffs them behind my back with the cuffs from his belt. Once my hands are secure, he covers my eyes with the blindfold, and then secures the open mouth gag in my mouth. Saliva starts to dribble down my chin but there's nothing I can do about it. He pushes my shoulder forward with enough force that I fall on my face on the bed, my hands unable to stop me falling since they're cuffed behind my back.

Smack
The spanking paddle lands on my butt cheek with force. It hurts. But I won't make a noise, I can't make a noise. The flogger trails over my ass and up my back until it is between my shoulder blades, then lifts and
K-tsch
The flogger hits in the middle of my back, level with my waist.
K-tsch K-tsch K-tsch K-tsch K-tsch
5 more strikes with the flogger on my back, I wince at every single one, followed by
Smack
Another hit from the paddle on my butt cheek, harder this time than before. A tiny whimper deep in my throat, my face buried in to the bed so Dom doesn't hear it. Except he does hear it and stops dead.

"Uh-hum" He fake clears his throat as a warning.

He walks to the drawers on the other side of the room where I know he keeps his adult toys and bondage stuff. He walks back to the bed with several different things that he puts down on the bed although I can't see them thanks to the blindfold. First he tears off my underwear, literally rips it off me, then he grabs a tube of lube and just pours it directly on to my ass so it covers my asshole and dribbles down my crack to my pussy. Next, he picks up a butt plug and starts to breach my anus. I shake my head with a pathetic, begging look on my face but he just sighs and pushes the whole thing in in one go, no being slow and gentle like he was last time he used a butt plug on me. I pant a little as my ass gets used to being full from the plug and he just leans over me, gets right in my face and shushes me.

Next thing I know, the plug in my ass starts to vibrate. Oh fuck. That isn't fair! He's upping the game, knowing I have no chance of winning! I squirm around as the vibration pulses through my ass, deep inside me.

Slap
He slaps my ass with his bare hand and I immediately stop wriggling around. Before I know it, he has picked up a fairly sizeable dildo and pushes it firmly into the depths of my vagina. I'm just starting to get used to having a vibrating butt plug in my ass and a dildo being thrust in and out of my pussy by his hand, and managing to keep my breathing under control and my noise to zero as an orgasm starts to swell inside me, but then he ups the game again. He presses a wand vibrator to my clit and presses the first button setting on the handle.

With saliva practically pouring down my chin, soaking the bed, I whimper quietly into the mattress in front of my face. He takes the wand away from my clit and moves me so I'm on my back about halfway down the bed, then unzips his trousers and removes them. Dom climbs on top of me in a 69 position and presses the wand back to my clit. As another whimper escapes my open mouth, he pushes his dick through the ring of the gag and deep to the back of my throat. I can't use my hands, I can't move with him on top of me, and the gag holding my mouth open forces me to take his entire cock deep down my throat. It makes me gag. He fucks my throat while slowly turning up the settings on the wand. Orgasm builds, a combination of the vibrating plug buried in my ass, the dildo that he's fucking my pussy with, and the wand vibrating ever faster on my clit. I can't stop it. There's no way I won't make noise and he knows it. I cum hard, my body shaking as each wave hits me in time with each thrust of his cock down my throat and the dildo in my pussy, and a sound escapes between each thrust he makes into my mouth which I have never heard myself make before.

He stops. Not a single word, but he stops everything, all the vibration, the fucking, everything. He climbs off me and off the bed, I hear him put his trousers on, and he leaves the room with me on the bed naked, both my holes filled, blindfolded, gagged, saliva dribbling down my chin.

[A/N Stop here if you do not want to read the rather intense 4 on 1 sex part.]

The next thing I hear is 4 sets of footsteps enter the room. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He's actually going through with the first sexual threat he ever made to me!

"Hey mate, I'm not sure about this." says Adam to Dom.
"I've told you, she was warned, she'll take it like she's told. Besides, it's our celebration for her new job." Dom replies.
"She at least deserves to be able to see what's happening" Ben tells Dom.
"Fine." Dom begrudgingly says.

I hear footsteps come over to me and Tom removes the blindfold from my face gently and asks
"Are you really ok with this Y/N?"
I nod in response looking him square in the eye so he knows I'm sincere.

"What's her safe word?" Ben asks.
"Pineapple." Dom replies.
"Have you checked she can actually say it with that gag in her mouth?" asks Tom, looking at me. Dom gives me a nod to try saying it.
"Kai-gnacker" I say around the gag.
"Right, that comes off too." Adam declares. "She needs to be able to say it properly."

Dom sighs, walks over to me and takes the gag off me, and gives me some tissues to wipe the saliva that had dibbled down my face.

The 4 boys go to the bathroom and have a quick chat while I stay where I am on the bed. I know better than to move. When they come back Ben, Tom and Adam slowly strip down to their boxers as they're still a little unsure, but they're obviously all as horny as hell because they all have visible hard-ons in their boxers. Dom just takes his leather trousers off again, gives his still hard cock a couple of strokes and walks back towards me. He helps me slide over to the side of the bed so my feet are on the floor and I'm sitting, then he grabs a handful of my hair and pushes his dick in to my mouth again.

"Whatever you want to use, you'll find it in the bottom 2 drawers over there," Dom tells the other 3 guys, "except for what I've already got out, of course"

I think they're a bit overwhelmed cos only Tom goes over to the drawers, has a quick look and asks about condoms. Dom tells him they're in the bedside table drawer. Ben lies down carefully on the bed behind me and takes his boxers off. Dom helps me straddle Ben then removes the dildo from my pussy and the butt plug from my ass. Ben rolls a condom on and gently pushes his hard dick inside my wet slit and does a few tentative, gentle thrusts. Dom grabs my hair again and kisses me roughly, reminding me I'm still his. Then he says

"Come on lads, for fook sakes, fook her, use her, be rough, it's a punishment."

Tom and Adam take their boxers off and Dom moves out of the way. Adam gets on the bed and stands over Ben's head and leans against the headboard. I open my mouth receptively so he knows this is not against my will and he slides his cock in to my mouth. Ben increases the speed and strength of the thrusts as he sees me sucking Adam's dick, so it obviously turns him on as he's now fucking me pretty hard. Tom rolls on a condom, picks up the lube and covers his shaft with it before climbing on the bed behind me. Ben pauses his thrusts, Tom lines his glans up with my asshole and presses with a firm pressure so that his tip slides in to my tight anus. He pushes slowly until his entire shaft is inside me and then starts to fuck my ass. Feeling Tom fucking my ass, Ben resumes fucking my pussy.

Oh my fucking God, this is so intense. Before I know it, I'm cumming hard on Ben and Tom's dicks that are filling my pussy and my ass which makes me push further forward than I meant to on Adam's cock and I end up accidentally deep throating him which he responds to by grabbing the back of my head and fucking my throat. Dom is standing next to the bed, stroking his own hard dick while watching his best friends fuck his girlfriend.

They must all be feeding off each other, getting more and more turned on seeing each other fuck me, because they pick up the pace and fuck me harder and faster until I'm cumming again. After my orgasm, all 3 of them pull their dicks out of me. Tom changes his condom to a fresh one, Adam puts one on, and they all change positions. Adam and Tom lie on the bed, almost like they would be scissoring if they were women, and I straddle over the top of them. The 2 of them put their dicks together and they both pull my hips down so that their tips both penetrate my pussy at the same time. I moan loudly as they push into me, stretching my pussy more than it has been before.

Dom stands over Tom's head now and pushes his dick back into my mouth to start fucking my throat again, and Ben grabs the lube and makes sure he is covered before inserting his cock into my ass. I can't believe that I currently have 4 dicks fucking my holes, using me, abusing me. Even the thought of what is happening to me right now is such a big turn on and it makes me cum again, my pelvic floor clenching hard around the 3 dicks penetrating it.

The guys all move around again. They all want to fuck all my holes. By the time I've had Tom and Dom in my pussy, Adam in my ass and Ben in my mouth after taking off his condom, I've cum another 2 times and I am exhausted cos they're all fucking me hard and rough. But they still wanna move again, they haven't all had all of me yet.

The next change around is Ben and Adam in my pussy after Adam changed his condom, Tom in my mouth and Dom in my ass. Dom tells them in the same stern, domineering voice he uses with me, that they are not to cum yet. They do what they're told, but I still cum a further 2 times from how hard they're fucking me before they decide to stop.

Dom goes over to the drawer, brings a collar with a lead back to the bed and fastens it round my neck then pulls me by my throat until I get up off the bed. He leads me to the middle of the floor and says "Down" like I'm a dog. I do what I'm told and drop to my knees. Once I'm on my knees, Dom picks up another item he had previously taken from the drawer that I hadn't noticed. While the other 3 guys stroke their cocks, Dom tells me to bend forward, which I do as much as I can, and he slides an anal hook in to my ass, then he puts the open mouth gag back on me and uses the lead to go from my collar, down the to hook, back up to the strap of the gag, and back to the collar which forces me to keep my head tipped back.

With my mouth open and my head tipped back, the 4 guys surround me and all wank their dicks over my face. One at a time all 4 of them shoot their cum in to my wide open mouth. Once my mouth is full of all their cum, Dom carefully removes the gag from my mouth and holds my chin up and mouth shut until I've swallowed every drop.

Dom tells the guys they can go if they want, so they put their boxers back on, gather the rest of their clothes and leave to go to their own rooms. Dom removes the hook from my ass, the collar from my neck, and the handcuffs from my wrists, and goes to run me a bath leaving me sitting on the floor absolutely exhausted. When he returns, he sees I haven't moved at all and understands I'm shattered so he picks me up and carries me to the bath. While I'm in the bath, he helps me wash my body and my hair, and tells me that he is so proud of me for taking it so well. He says he hopes that next time, it isn't used as a punishment for me and can start in a nicer way. I just nod, I'm not sure if I can handle that again, it was so intense. Although maybe that was cos it was so rough.

After my bath, Dom strips the sheet off his bed and dumps it on the floor with everything else he has to clean up, says "fuck it" and turns the light off and we go to my room instead where we cuddle in bed with him stroking my hair.

"I fooking love you Y/N." he says quietly as I drift off to sleep.

Chapter 11

"I fooking love you Y/N."

His words echo round my dreams all night, they're the first thing in my head when I wake up ridiculously early the next morning. I know he'd said he loves me when we were in the kitchen a little over 2 weeks ago, I figured it was in the same way he tells everyone he loves them but the way he said it makes me wonder if there was more to it. I need to talk to him about it.

It is still completely pitch dark outside as I quietly get up, pop on my robe, and go downstairs to the kitchen to make myself some tea. I take my tea in to the living room where I put the lights on low and decide that I should do some further research on Dom since I'm now his PA. I need to know what the fans are like, how involved he likes to be in the various parts of what makes Yungblud Yungblud. By the time I've browsed Twitter, Facebook and Instagram, and watched several videos on YouTube, I've spent 3.5 hours researching my boyfriend and his fandom. The sun is starting to come up as Dom jogs down the stairs in his polo shirt, shorts and trainers as he's going for his daily run.

"There you are love, I was worried when you weren't in bed."
"I couldn't sleep, so I was working." I tell him.
"Working? It's a Saturday and we have nofing on the calendar. You should be resting after last night, plus you've had a hell of a rollercoaster week." Dom says with concern.
"I know, you're right. But I just couldn't sleep."
"Okay, well I'm off out for a run. Need anyfing on my way back?"
"No babe, I'm good. How long do you think you'll be?"
"About half an hour."

I nod, he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead and then walks out of the front door. I turn on Netflix for some background noise and go to the kitchen to make some breakfast for us both. I make extra for the guys as well because they're usually up around the same sort of time as Dom.

By the time Dom gets back, I've fixed a full fried breakfast for 5 of us along with his favourite - bacon sandwiches. We both tuck in to our food while sitting at the breakfast bar and one by one the lads start to come downstairs, obviously hung over. I smile empathetically and go to the cupboard where I grab a packet of paracetamol and then give them all a couple of tablets each as they sit down. They don't eat much but they're grateful for breakfast.

Things aren't as weird or awkward as I thought they would be, and I'm glad of that. They're a really great bunch of guys and I'd hate for them to be uncomfortable with what happened.

The rest of the day passes in a typical lazy weekend day fashion. We all stay in the living room all day, chilling out, watching some series or other on Netflix, getting a Chinese takeaway in the evening and having a few beers with it.

At the end of the day, we all go up to bed one by one. Dom goes to his own room and it's strange not having him sleeping next to me. I don't like it. I like to feel close to him. I know he's only in the next room, but it isn't the same. But I have to try and get some sleep as we're at the studio tomorrow morning and then Dom has a radio appearance in the afternoon and it'll be my first day of trying to get him and his ball of ADHD energy to do what he needs to do when he needs to do it.

It's only as I drift off to sleep that I remember Dom's words last night and realise I clean forgot to talk to him about it. Dammit! Well it'll have to wait for when we're not too busy.

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I wake up before Dom, which is unusual, and when he needs to get up I go to his room with a cup of good old Yorkshire tea and I wake him up.

He is having a femme day again today and while he is trying to work out what to wear, he asks me if I'll do his make-up today. Of course I will! I'd be happy to.

He settles on a pleated grey tartan skirt with a black hoodie. He looks great, as always. I suggest one addition that nobody will see but will hopefully make him feel amazing.

"How's about you wear a pair of panties underneath?"
"But if I bend over or somefing, people will see them"
"Not if you wear boxers over the top of them. Only you and I will know they're there, and it might help you feel even more femme. Lots of girls wear shorts under skirts for the same reasons you just said"
"Alright, I'll try it"

So I go to my room and fetch a gorgeous fuchia pink pair of lace Brazilian cut panties and take them back to his room. He puts them on and his face lights up.

"Fank you Y/N, you're brilliant, they feel great!"

He sits down on the bed and I do his make-up, a dark smokey eye as usual but with mascara and a dark burgundy lipstick. Once I'm done, he goes to the mirror and admires how pretty he looks. His face is an absolute picture, he's so happy. In his happiness and excitement to get to the studio, he nearly forgets to put some boxers on over the panties, but I remind him and he puts them on.

Dom lays down the vocals for 3 tracks at the studio and while there's a lot of discussion going on between the music techs in the studio, Dom sits on the floor in a corner with his guitar and scribbles down some lyrics and chords to something new he's writing. I talk with Sweet Adam about this afternoon's radio segment and keep an eye on the time then I order an Uber when we need to head to the radio station.

When we arrive at the radio station, there's about 25 fans outside. They've been waiting all day. Dom being Dom, he stops and says hi to every single one of them, taking pictures if they want, signing things until I eventually have to usher him inside.

Dom introduces me to Jack Saunders. He's a really nice guy, very like Dom, similar energy, bright red hair although Jack's is in a Mohican. The 2 of them bounce off each other during the radio segment. Jack asks Dom about new albums, new projects that are lined up, new love prospects. Dom answers the questions in such a way that you think he's given a great answer but he hasn't actually revealed anything at all.

He answers all the questions this way except for 1. Love prospects. Jack specifically asks if the news was true, if Dom does have a new girlfriend because he has sort of gone to ground a little since the news broke, nobody has seen him, he hasn't been papped. I know he's been out for his runs, and we've been out for a couple of dates and to the pub and stuff, but he's been ever so careful not to get seen so people think he hasn't been out and about.

"Yeah, it is true." Dom replies then looks directly at me through the glass to where I'm sitting in the room outside the sound booth, "She's an amazing, patient, beautiful, caring, tolerant person who I love deeply."

He said he loves me on live radio. Inside my head, I'm like that cartoon where the character has to pick up their jaw from the floor when they're in shock. I definitely need to talk to him. First I need to sit and think how I feel about him. But right now, I need to keep my mind on my job.

"So what's her name?" Jack asks Dom.
"I'm not saying, because she deserves to have as much of a private life as she can get, just like everyone else" Dom replies, winking at me.

After the radio show, the fans are still waiting to see him again. They cheer when he comes out, he stops to sing some of one of his songs with them for a bit, and then tells them he loves them all before we get in to the car to go back to the house.

When we get back, the house is quiet and all the lights are off. Tom left left note, they've gone out, so it's just us for the evening. Dom goes to the kitchen, cracks open a bottle of red wine and pours 2 glasses, and brings them to the living room where I've dimmed the lights and lined up one of his favourite rom-com movies for us to snuggle up together to.

After about an hour, Dom needs the loo so I pause the film while he goes. When he comes back, I don't start the film straight away. I need to talk to him, I figure now is as good a time as any.

"Babe, I... I need to talk to you. What you said to Jack today, what you said to me 2 nights ago as I went to sleep. When you say you love me, I don't know how to take it, you say you love everyone and I..."

Ding Dong
I'm interrupted by the door bell. We aren't expecting anyone, so we're both a little confused who it might be.

"Hold that thought" Dom says to me as he gets up to answer the door.

"What's up you British fuck?" says a gruff American voice as Dom opens the door.
"Hey yo! Kells, bruvver! How are you man?" Dom replies, pulling the man in for a huge hug.
"I'm good dawg, how are you?"
"I'm good man, I'm good. Come in. You want a beer, glass of wine, somefing stronger?"
"Beer is good man."

Dom runs to the kitchen and grabs a beer, gives it to his friend, then comes back to the living room with the tall, bleach-blonde American man close behind him.

"Y/N, this is Colson, Machine Gun Kelly. Colson, this is my girlfriend Y/N." Dom introduces us to each other.

I reach out to shake Colson's hand.

"Hi. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Colson pulls me in for a hug instead of shaking my hand. My head only comes to his chest, he's so tall.

"Dom, she's a stunner. You're a lucky man." Colson says in his husky American tones.
"I know, man." Dom replies, smiling.
"So what are we watching?" Colson asks as he plonks himself down on the sofa next to me.

Dom sits on the other side of me, and Dom and I snuggle up while we watch the rest of the film with Colson. I guess I'll talk with Dom later, some time.

As it gets later in the evening, Dom asks Colson where he's staying. Colson says that he was just gonna grab a hotel somewhere but that he came straight here from the airport because he wanted to surprise Dom, which explains the suitcase, I guess. Dom insists that he stays here with us as we still have the one spare room, and he shows Colson to his room.

I tell them that I'm feeling a bit tired and I go to my room. Dom goes back down to the living room with Colson to have a couple more beers, so I hatch a plan. Dom is having a femme day, and he's previously told me that although he prefers to dominate, he is sometimes submissive. I slip on a little something I ordered online - a shiny, black PVC catsuit with a double zipper that means I can unzip from the top to expose my boobs, or unzip from the bottom to expose myself down there, or even both at the same time, without removing the catsuit. I think Dom will love it.

I sneak from my room to Dom's room and raid his drawers for some 'equipment' and take it quietly back to my room. I then put on a pair of sky-high stiletto heels, and darken my make-up to smokey eyes and bright red lips. The lights are a little dimmed, my door closed, and I'm in my ensuite bathroom.

Then I text Dom.
'Babe, could you come here please?'

I hear muffled voices from downstairs, he must be telling Colson that he's just popping upstairs. Dom's footsteps on the stairs, then the bedroom door opens and then closes.

"Y/N?"
"Boxers off. Now. Then get on the bed." I order him.

He does what he's told and once I've given him enough time to get on the bed, I leave the bathroom and walk in to the bedroom.

"Holy fook, Y/N, you look phenomenal!" Dom says excitedly.
"Thank you. But did I say you could talk?"
"What?"
"I said, did I say you could talk? Be quiet. Let me see..." I say as I walk around the bed, back and forth, "First things first, take your top off."
"Okay...Y/N, Colson is downstairs, I told him I would be long." Dom says as he takes his top off leaving him in just the skirt and panties.
"Your mistake I guess. And it's Mistress to you."
"Fook Y/N, I mean, Mistress. This is so fooking hot."
"You can't keep quiet, can you? And I haven't even started yet! This should solve that problem." I say as I pick up a dildo gag, push the phallus into his mouth and fasten the straps behind his head.

He is obviously already turned on because his erect cock is turning his skirt in to a tent regardless of the panties that are trying to restrain it. I grab a handful of his pretty red hair and drag him forward so he's on his hands and knees.

Picking up the spanking paddle and lifting the skirt off his ass, I smack his butt cheeks 4 times in quick succession.
Smack Smack Smack Smack
He whimpers at every strike but arches his back to push his ass up in to the next one each time.

"You slut. You fucking love it, don't you?"
He nods.

I shimmy the panties off his hips and down his legs where they sit around his knees and I pick up the lube. Drizzling a fair amount down his butt crack so that his asshole is covered, I gently tease his hole with the tip of my finger. He moans quietly behind the gag in his mouth.

"On your back, whore." I order him and he turns around and lays on his back. I pull the panties the rest of the way off his legs and lift the front of his skirt to expose his erect cock.

"Spread them." I tell him and he obediently parts his legs.

I crawl between his legs and he lifts his head to watch me. Nope, I'm not having that. I get off the bed, pick up the blindfold and cover his eyes with it so he has no idea what is coming next. I crawl back between his legs, take his dick in my hand and ever so gently lick around the tip causing him to moan a little. Knowing I'm teasing him already, I tease his asshole with my finger again which makes him throw his head back in pleasure.

The next thing I do is two parts at once - I push my finger deep into his ass while at the same time taking the full length of his cock in my mouth. Christ, the way he wriggles and squirms at the pleasure, it turns me on knowing I'm turning him on so much. I massage his prostate with my finger while sucking up and down his cock. I suck until I feel him getting close to cumming, his dick throbbing in my mouth and him moaning way too loud behind his gag and then I stop. I pull my finger out of his ass and take my mouth off his cock. He whimpers.

I wait until his orgasm subsides. Then I add a little extra lube to my fingers because I don't want to hurt him, and I push 2 fingers into his ass. He moans again, and reaches his hand down to stroke his own cock.

"I don't fucking think so." I say. "You get pleasure when I say you get pleasure."

I pull my fingers from his ass, wipe the lube from my hand on a towel I brought in from the bathroom and pick up the handcuffs. I cuff his wrists together, then clip the cuffs to the headboard. Next, I pick up the vibrating butt plug that he used on me and gently but firmly push it into his ass. I start at the lowest setting, and very slowly stroke his cock at the same time as I slowly turn the settings up on the butt plug. When he starts to squirm and moan again and drops of pre-cum appear on the tip of his shaft, I stop wanking him and stop the vibration.

"You really cannot shut up, can you? Hmm, how to punish you... I have a few ideas. But which one... I know. Get on your knees."

He turns over on the bed, which is a bit of a feat because his hands are still cuffed but I don't help him, I just watch him struggle. Eventually he is on his knees with his face buried in the bed because his hands are cuffed to the headboard so he has no arms to rest on. Then I turn the vibrating plug back on, straight to the middle setting and just tell him

"Stay."

I walk over to the door, open it, and leave the room. I walk down the stairs and Colson looks over at me, doing a double take as I come down the stairs in to the living room. He's expecting Dom, but instead he sees me in my catsuit and heels.

"Woah!! I mean, you look hot as fuck." he says in a throaty rumble.
"Thanks Colson. Could you help me with something upstairs?"
"Sure. Is Dom okay?" he asks as he gets off the sofa and we walk across the room.
"Oh he's fine. But that is what I need help with" I tell him as we walk up the stairs.

I take his hand as I lead him to my room. I open the door and he sees his friend on his knees, in only a skirt, handcuffed to the headboard of the bed with a butt plug in his ass, whimpering a little from the vibration.

"This is what I need help with. Dirty slut needs to be taught a lesson because he can't shut up."
"Fuck, man, I'm in. Dom's sexy as fuck, I've just never had the opportunity, you know?"

I know Dom has heard every word. He knows I want his friend to fuck him, and he knows his friend wants to.

We walk in to my room and I close the door. Colson starts to strip off his clothes and head towards the bed in just his boxers which he slips off before climbing on to the bed to expose his semi-hard dick getting gradually harder and harder.

"Colson, I want you to finger his ass first." I tell him.
"Dom, are you good with this bro?" Colson asks Dom in a concerned tone.

Before Dom can respond in anyway, I say
"I don't give a fuck if he's OK with it or not. You're doing it. He's my little slut tonight and he'll do what he's told. And so will you."

Colson nods and then pulls the still vibrating plug from Dom's ass and replaces it with 2 fingers. They slide in so easily, Dom is so fucking horny for this. Colson thrusts his fingers in and out of Dom's asshole causing Dom to moan with pleasure.

"Add another." I order, so Colson adds a third finger. Dom whines a little at the stretch that the third finger puts on his tight asshole, but Colson fucks his friends hole with his fingers, faster, and faster. I see Dom is getting close.

"Stop. Take them out." I order, and Colson does what I tell him.

I walk over to the bed and stroke Colson's hard dick. It's not as girthy as Dom's, but it's longer. I whisper in Colson's ear telling him that when I nod, I want him to push the full length of his dick into Dom's ass without hesitation. He nods to tell me he has understood. I stroke his dick some more while I add some lube to it from the tube in my other hand.

When I stop wanking Colson, I walk to the head of the bed so I'm right by Dom's head, then I nod at Colson who slams the full length of his cock deep inside Dom's ass. Dom screams behind the dildo gag in his mouth, so I grab a handful of his hair roughly and hiss into his ear

"I said shut the fuck up, bitch."

He can't help but moan at every thrust Colson makes into the depths of his hole, the pleasure increasing with every thrust as Colson hits Dom's prostate. Yet again Dom gets close to orgasm, so I order Colson to stop and he pulls his dick from Dom's ass which leaves Dom whimpering, his hole gaping, wanting more.

I unclip the handcuffs from the headboard, grab a handful of red hair and drag him down the bed. I lay him on his side on one edge of the bed facing towards the middle, and clip the handcuffs to the footboard of the bed. I remove his blindfold so he can see us, then I sit next to Colson and kiss him passionately on the lips. He kisses me back, hard and rough, his hands grasping my hair.

Dom lies next to us, helplessly watching as I lie back next to him, Colson unzips the crotch of my catsuit and rolls a condom on to his cock. He climbs on top of me, and we look each other right in the eyes as he penetrates my soaking wet pussy. Dom mewls beside us pathetically. Helpless to stop us, helpless to join in, forced to watch his friend fuck his girlfriend, and getting shamelessly turned on by it at the same time. Colson fucks me hard, hitting my G-spot with every thrust resulting, before long, in a full on screaming orgasm from me.

I know it is teasing Dom, getting his friend to make me cum but denying him an orgasm from either of us, he's getting very sexually frustrated. Seeing him get so wound up turns me on more and I wrap my legs around Colson's back. I lean sideways, grasp Dom's chin and kiss him. While his friend fucks me to another orgasm, I bite Dom's lip as I cum again, hard and loud.

Dom is practically begging me with his eyes by this point, making such pathetic, snivelling sounds behind that gag.

"Aww poor baby. You want some?" I ask him. He nods.

Colson pulls his cock out of me and throws away the condom. We lift Dom between the 2 of us and move him sideways to the centre of the bed where we lie him on his back. I nod at Colson again and he lifts Dom's legs up until his feet are on Colson's shoulders then pushes his cock back into Dom's tight asshole. Dom whines a little again as the full length of Colson's dick plunges into his rectum repeatedly.

I decide I'm going to let Dom have a little pleasure, I'll let him cum, eventually. I remove the dildo gag from his mouth and discard it to the floor and then straddle his head.

"Lick my cunt, my little slut. Lick it good and I'll let you cum." I tell him.

Colson continues to fuck Dom's asshole, slower than before to help prolong Dom's torture. Dom begins licking my pussy, probing inside my wet slit with his tongue, teasing my clit. He's doing a good job so I bend forwards and start to suck Dom's dick. I match Colson's thrusts into Dom's asshole so that Dom's dick hits the back of my throat at the same time as Colson buries his cock balls deep in Dom's ass.

It isn't long before I feel Dom's cock start to twitch in my mouth and I taste pre-cum. I moan with the pleasure that Dom's tongue is giving to my pussy, the sound turning both the guys on more. Colson speeds up and fucks his friend harder. I cum with a loud moan, soaking Dom's face with the wetness from my pussy. Colson loses his control and fills Dom's asshole with his sperm with a low groan deep in his throat. Dom is the last to cum, the feeling of Colson ejaculating deep inside him tipping him over the edge and he shoots his load into my mouth. Colson knows I have a mouthful of Dom's cum and puts his hand under my chin making me sit upright and then leans forward and kisses me, with tongues. I snowball half of Dom's cum into Colson's mouth and we both swallow some of Dom's load.

"Good boy," I say to Dom, "well done, I'm proud of you."

After Colson has pulled his cock from Dom's ruined asshole and I have climbed off his now soaking wet face, I return the favour that Dom always gives to me after a session like that and I go and run him a bath. Colson unclips the handcuffs and helps Dom stand up. He's a bit wobbly, I don't think he's been abused like that for a while. Colson helps Dom walk to the bathroom, gives him a kiss on the lips, put his clothes back on, thanks me and kisses me, and goes to his room.

I sit in the bathroom with Dom and help him wash, like he always helps me. I leave Dom sitting in the hot water, strip off my catsuit and have a quick wash, then put my pyjamas on. Before I help Dom out of the bath, I go to his room and get a pair of boxers and a hoodie.

When I get back to my room, Dom is standing by the bed wrapped in a towel. He looks exhausted. I help him to dry and get his boxers and hoodie on and we climb under the covers of my bed. I let him be little spoon for once as we snuggle and I stroke his hair like he does for me because I know he likes it too.

It doesn't take long before he is sleepy. As he drifts off to sleep, I quietly say to him

"I fucking love you too, Dom."

 

[A/N This chapter, or certainly the ending of Dom/MGK was a request. I'm happy to take requests, just let me know what you'd like to read]

Chapter 12

When I wake at 8:26am to an empty bed, 4 minutes before my alarm, the first thing I do is check the calendar on my work phone. There is a meeting this afternoon at 2pm to discuss an upcoming tour. It hasn't been announced to the fans yet, so we need to iron out final details and make confirmations with the venues first. After the meeting, I'm going to help with making flight and hotel bookings while Dom, Adam and Ben head in to the studio. It occurs to me that I haven't met the drummer yet, but as he's coming in to the studio later I will make sure to say hi. Before you date a music artist, you don't realise how much time they spend in the studio, often going over and over the same bits of songs to get them exactly perfect.

Since I have a few hours until we need to be at the office, I get up and get dressed because I have an idea. When I get downstairs, I see Dom eating breakfast in the kitchen, so I pop over to him to say good morning and give him a kiss.

"Good morning babe."
"Morning love. Are you going somewhere?"
"Just popping out. Is there anything you want me to pick up?"
"Could do with some beers since Kells is staying for a bit. And a Dr Pepper please."
"Consider it done. How are you feeling after last night babe?"
"It's weird actually, I feel really good. I didn't expect that. But I slept like a baby last night."
"That's good. I'll see you soon, okay? I've got to dash." And with that I kiss him again and then walk out the door.

It's a nice day today so I walk down to the tube station and get the underground to Oxford Street and walk down into Soho. I go into several adult shops until I find one that stocks exactly what I'm after. Then I head back home, stopping at the local supermarket to get a couple of crates of beer for the guys, and the Dr Pepper for Dom. Thank fuck it's not that far to get home from the supermarket because these crates are heavy.

When I get back, I put the beer in the kitchen and take my purchases up to my room and carefully put them away at the back of my bottom drawer, then go downstairs. Colson is in the kitchen grabbing something to eat when I get down there. I talk to him for a bit, thank him for last night and say I hope he didn't find it too weird. He tells me he's wanted to fuck Dom for a while but never had the opportunity and wouldn't have known how to ask anyway, so he's glad I invited him to join us.

Colson reaches over and strokes my hand on the counter as he's talking to me. Not in a creepy way, but in a meaningful way. I feel like he's going to be a good friend, just like he is to Dom. We chat for a bit, he tells me he has a radio thing later so I give him one of the spare keys we have so he can let himself in when he gets back and then I go upstairs to find my red head and give him the Dr Pepper he asked for.

Dom is sitting on his bed when I get up to his room. He looks pensive, and he's jotting notes in a book. He's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice me come in until I sit on the bed next to him. He closes the book as I sit down and start stroking the back of his head.

"What's that babe?" I ask him.
"Possible song lyrics, foughts, ideas, plans. All sorts really."
"That's really cool, somewhere you can get everything out of your head but also keep it for later. Come on, we have to go to the office. We've got that meeting about tour."
"Oh yeah, I lost track of time."
"That's why you've got me, your PA." I say with a grin.
"Don't know what I'd do without you babe."

At the office, it is long and boring. The drummer is there, his name is Mikey. Ben introduces us. Dom fidgets a lot throughout the meeting, shouts random things out, and just generally annoys most of us while we're trying to work. Eventually Tommas asks him if he could just go outside for a bit so that we can concentrate on the final bits.

Dom sulks, but goes outside anyway with Tom following him to try and calm him down a bit before going in to the studio. We finish up the tour meeting, all the dates are finalised, and we've agreed Dom will do an Insta Live later this evening to announce it to the fans and then details will go live on the website with tickets going on sale in 2 weeks time. I go outside quickly to get Dom to log on to the Yungblud social media accounts and post that he will be going live on Instagram at 8pm UK time with an important announcement. The replies start flooding in so I go back indoors and leave Dom replying to some of them with his famous black hearts 🖤🖤🖤. The tour is in 5 months time, so that should be plenty of time to sort out stage dressing, outfits, merchandise etcetera.

Adam, Ben and Mikey go outside to grab Dom and Tom and the 5 of them go into the studio to lay down some of the music for a few of the newer things Dom has written. From the sound of it, they still need to work out the chords and things because Dom prefers to write lyrics first and then fit the music to them afterwards.

I get a text on my personal phone and sneak a quick peek at it while Tommas is talking about which hotels and flights are going to be the best options before we start making bookings.

The text is from y/f/n. I've had so much on my plate so I feel like an awful friend for not getting in touch with her recently. I text back that I'll call her when I'm out of the meeting.

The schedule for tour is crazy! Day 1 fly to place A, day 2 gig in place A then late flight to place B, day 3 gig in place B, day 4 early flight to place C, day 5 gig in place C. And so it goes on. We get the odd 'day off' here and there where we arrive in one place one day, then have a free day, then gig the following day and then move on, but those days off are few and far between on this 30 date tour. And there is still a possibility that more dates will be added, depending on the demand.

So between myself, Tommas, Sweet Adam, Ed and Alex we make all the relevant hotel and flight bookings. Once we've finished I pop outside to call y/f/n quickly. I tell her I have so much news, and apologise for not keeping in touch. She apologises too because she's been super busy, and we make plans to have dinner tomorrow night so we can catch up with each other properly. We say bye and I go inside to the studio to watch the guys make some music.

After a couple more hours they decide to stop for the night. It's nearly 8pm so we stay at the studios for Dom to do his Insta Live. Thousands of viewers, and socials blow up with tags and tour talk within minutes. The website goes live with details and we call it a night.

We all go back to the house, Mikey included, and we sit in the living room with Colson all having a few beers with some music on. We all put on songs we like and chill out. Dom and Colson end up jumping around the place to some of their favourites, the rest of us laughing at them being idiots.

One by one, everyone crashes out, either on the sofas or they go up to their rooms. Even Mikey dozes off on the sofa. So Dom and I climb the stairs to go to our rooms. While he's in the shower in his ensuite, I go to my room, put one of my purchases from earlier on a hanger, write a note telling Dom to put it on and then come to my room, then I sneak in to his room and hang it on the back of his bedroom door, quietly collecting a couple of things from his drawers before I leave his room.

I go back to my room and put on the underwear set I bought, put the other items in a more easily accessible but still hidden place and then I sit back on my bed and wait.

Dom eventually comes padding quietly in to my room with a big beaming smile, wearing the latex maid dress I left hanging up for him.

"Well don't you look pretty." I tell him.
"Fank you. I wanna be your slut again Y/N. Please?"
"Good, because that's exactly what I had in mind. I don't have anything to punish you for today though."
"I don't care. I want it anyway. I want you to fook my arse." He says cockily as he asks for what he wants.

I walk over to him, lift his chin so he's looking me in the eye, kiss him hard and then slap him in the face. He looks shocked, so I pull him in for a cuddle so that his chin is resting on my shoulder.

When I've given him a few seconds of consolation, I push him away and go to the hiding place of the things I'm going to be using tonight. I lay out everything except my surprise that I put in the cabinet in the bathroom earlier so he can see exactly what's in store, then I pick up my new riding crop and beckon him over to me.

"You want to be punished, slut?" I ask him.
"Yeah."
"Yeah? Don't you mean Yes Mistress?" He shrugs.
"There's a lot of people in this house. Keep it quiet."
"Yes Mistress." he says in a mocking tone.
"Bend over, touch your toes." I order.

As soon as he has bent over I lift the bottom of his dress to expose his bare ass, of course I did not provide him with underwear on purpose, and I start to smack his butt cheeks with the riding crop.

"Do not mock me, slutty little brat."

thwack Thwack ThwacK THWACK

The strikes get harder and harder as I go. He keeps quiet, starting with just an exhalation or a pant on each hit.

THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!!!

The last strike causes him to whimper slightly. I'm not surprised, his ass cheeks are now red raw. He is really behaving himself though. It looks like I've found the key to getting the boy who never shuts up to actually be quiet - give him what he wants.

"Stay there." I command.

I pick up the new suction cup dildo that I bought, which is roughly the same length and girth as Dom's own dick, and stick the suction cup to the polished wooden floorboards. Then I walk to Dom, still bent over like a good little sub, pick up the lube I took from his room and slather it all over his ass. Gently I slide one finger into his ass.

"That went in way too easily, didn't it you little whore?"
"Told you I wanted it." is the cocky response I get.
"Don't answer back to me!" I warn him.

So I slide a second finger in alongside the first one. I want to make sure he's well and truly ready for what's to come. I finger-fuck his anus for several minutes as his cock grows slightly hard as it dangles between his legs. He stays quiet though, just heavy breathing showing his pleasure. So I add a third finger. This makes him squirm and moan, so I fuck him faster and harder with my fingers. I consider adding a 4th finger to teach the brat a lesson, but he'll get what's coming to him.

I remove my fingers from his hole, wipe my hand off on a towel, grab a handful of his pillarbox red hair and drag him across the room to the dildo stuck to the floor.

"Sit." I instruct him.
"I'm not a dog." he quips back at me.
"You're my bitch, and a bitch is a female dog. So when I tell you to sit, you fucking sit." I hiss at him, getting right in his face.

He kneels on the floor and gently lowers himself on to the dildo with only a slight gasp as he reaches the full length of it inside him.

Picking up Dom's open mouth gag that I brought in from his room, I pull his chin down to open his mouth and put the gag in his mouth then fasten the straps behind his head.

"Now stay, bitch. Do not move."

I go to the bathroom and fetch my surprise. A brand new strap-on. I'll be damned if I'm going to let Dom get all the pleasure, so I bought one that has an internal dildo as well for the wearer's pleasure. I take my knickers off, slip the strap-on on, adjust the straps and stride confidently back out to the bedroom.

When I walk in, I notice Dom's eyes grow wide, with fear or anticipation I'm not sure. The external dildo on the strap-on is a little more girthy than Dom's own cock and a little more lengthy than Colson's.

"I want you to fuck yourself with that toy on the floor. Ride it like the slut I know you are."

He starts to bounce up and down on the dildo that is fixed to the floor, slowly at first then faster. His cock starts to twitch, raising a bulge in the front of the maid dress he is wearing. He breathes heavily as he bounces, liking the sensation of sliding up and down the silicone phallus.

"Enjoying that, are you?" I ask, raising one eyebrow in feigned disgust.

Dom nods sheepishly and slows down.

"I didn't tell you to slow down. Keep going."

I'll be honest, I am getting so turned on by seeing Dom fuck himself on the dildo. I need to fuck him. But his asshole is occupied right now.

I grab the hair on the crown of his head roughly with one hand, using the other hand to guide the tip of the strap-on through the ring of the open mouth gag. Pushing slowly in to his mouth, I look him dead in the eye until the strap-on hits the back of his throat and he screws his eyes up as it makes him gag. I pull back with my hips and wait for him to catch his breath.

"Come on you whore, you can do better than that."

And with that I start thrusting the strap-on in and out of his mouth as he bounces up and down on the dildo that is filling his ass. I start fairly gently, only hitting the back of his throat once in a while. But when he grabs my hip with one hand and my ass cheek with the other, I grab 2 handfuls of his hair and start to fuck his throat.

By this point, he's gasping for breath between my thrusts, whimpering from the arousal he's getting, tears pouring down his face and taking his eyeliner with it because he keeps gagging from me fucking his throat with the strap-on. So I pull the strap-on out of his mouth and say

"Stop."

He immediately stops bouncing on the dildo and looks up at me, patiently waiting for his next instruction. I'm impressed with him. Barely any sound and he hasn't even touched his cock once. He must be starting to learn. I undo the gag and let it fall to the floor.

"Get up. Go and lie on the bed." I tell him.
"Front or back?" he asks.
"On your back. I want to see the look in your eyes when I fuck your ass. And don't forget, it's Mistress to you."

Obediently, he does as he's told, even spreading his legs and bending his knees so I can get better access. I climb on to the bed, add some more lube to his asshole and some to the strap-on and then line up the tip with his entrance.

"You will take this how I want you to take it. Slow, fast, gentle, hard. I make the rules, not you. Do you understand now, you little brat?" I explain looking him square in the eyes.
"Yes Mistress." he says meekly, finally giving in.

Leaning over him, locking eyes with him, I guide the strap-on with my hand and slowly push the tip into his hole. I push firmly causing him to whine and whimper until his hole has stretched around the girth of the strap-on and taken in its full length.

"Fucking hell bitch, I knew you were a whore." I say, and kiss him roughly on his lips as I slowly pull the phallus backwards until it is 3/4 of the way out and then slowly push it back in.

He whimpers again, partly pleasure, partly not knowing what to do with the intense sensation of his asshole being stretched, not pain as such, just overwhelming.

I stop kissing him and start to thrust my hips back and forth slightly faster. His hands grip at the edges of the pillow under his head, grasping handfuls of material as he pants and moans through the building intensity.

"Fook me Y/N, fook my arse."

He can't help the outburst. But I clamp one hand over his mouth to shut him up, put the other hand on his hip and begin fucking him harder and faster.

His legs wrap around my waist, pulling my hips in to him, forcing the strap-on even deeper inside his rectum as I fuck him.

The feeling of the internal dildo of the strap-on harness currently sitting inside me, combined with the harness rubbing against my clit with every thrust I make into his hungry asshole is getting me close to orgasm. I take my hand off his hip and take his solid cock in my hand, the tip of it already glistening with drops of pre-cum.

Dom moans deep in his throat at the intensity of me fucking his asshole and wanking his dick.

My orgasm tips over the edge and I push my hips further forward than I already was as the waves wash over me. His orgasm arrives soon after with his cock throbbing in my hand before spilling his cum all over my hand and his stomach.

But I'm not done. He gives me multiple orgasms. It's his turn. So I keep fucking him. He shakes his head and the muffled noise behind my hand sounds like he's trying to say stop. I release my hand from his mouth, but I keep fucking him, although I slow down to say

"Sorry, what was that?"
"Stop. Please stop. I can't take any more."
"Yes you can. And I told you before - you will take this how I want you to take it. I make the rules, not you."

The sound he makes is almost crying, but from pleasure. This feeling must be so intense for him. I'm still fucking him, abusing his gaping hole, not quite as hard as before but still fucking him relentlessly. I cum again, the wetness from my pussy soaking the harness and starting to run down my legs.

Dom throws his head back in pleasure as a second orgasm starts to build. I haven't allowed his dick to go flaccid after his first ejaculation, I kept wanking his shaft, teasing around his now very sensitive tip with my fingers. He's getting close to another orgasm, I can feel it building in him. He's squirming, wriggling, unsure how to handle the sensations that are flooding his body.

As he cums for a second time, it is with a deep, guttural sound, a couple of tears escaping his eyes and his full body jerking with the force of it.

With his ass still full of the strap-on, I lift my semen covered hand to his open mouth and command

"Lick it clean."

He licks his own cum off my hand until I'm satisfied he has licked enough of it off, and then I pull the strap-on from his ruined anus.

I undo the harness of the strap-on, remove the dildo from inside myself, and take all the toys to the bathroom to clean them after I've run a bath for Dom. He needs one.
I throw him a towel so that he can wipe the cum off his stomach, which he does, and then practically crawls to the bathroom because he doesn't have enough energy left to stand.

As he relaxes in the hot water, I clean up the toys and put them away, then shower off the maid outfit, hanging it in the bathroom to dry. Then I help Dom to clean himself up.

He certainly doesn't have the strength to go back to his room tonight, so after I've helped him to dry off we climb in to my bed together naked. He's little spoon again but I don't care.

"Fank you Y/N. You're fooking amazing. You understand me, you can keep me in check, you put up with my bullshit. I fooking love you."
"I fucking love you too Dom."
"Really?" he asks, surprised that I've said I love him. But it's true. I do.
"Really, really. Now sleep, babe, busy day tomorrow, we're meeting with your stylist and going shopping."
"Davey? Oh you're gonna love Davey. Goodnight love."
"Night babe."

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In the morning, Dom is still exhausted from last night as he doesn't wake up before me at 5am like he often does. In fact, he sleeps through my 8am alarm, and the 8:10am one, and the 8:15am one.

I get up and dressed and go downstairs to get tea and make bacon sandwiches to take up to Dom, wake him in a nice way. I'm the only one awake because nobody else has anything to do today, although Tom will likely come with Dom and I when we go and meet Davey at 10 so I make extra tea and sandwiches for him too.

Luckily we have trays, so I put 3 mugs of tea and 3 plates of bacon sandwiches on a tray and take it up the stairs. I go straight to my room, put the tray down on top of the chest of drawers, take Tom's tea and sandwiches off the tray and carry them to his room. I knock gently on the door, open it and put them down on his bedside table. I gently shake his arm to wake him, and he opens his eyes with a start.

"Sorry Tom, I didn't mean to frighten you." I say quietly, "We're meeting Davey at 10am and I know you usually come along too, so I made you some tea and bacon sandwiches."
"Thanks Y/N. I'll be up in a bit. Is Dom up?"
"Not yet. I'm going to wake him now."
"Yeah, I should have known he wasn't awake, it's too quiet!"

I go back to my room and wake Dom and we have breakfast in bed. Once he's finished, he grabs my make-up bag and quickly does a bit of make-up before springing out of bed, leaving my room and walking to his room entirely naked!

I get dressed quite quickly and go to Dom's room where I watch him put clothes on and take them off again repeatedly until he eventually finds an outfit he likes. We're shopping so he doesn't want to stand out too much, but we all know he's a very individual person who doesn't like to blend in, so getting the mix just right for a day like today is pretty tricky.

He wears leopard print trousers and a leather jacket with his signature pink socks and creepers.

We knock on Tom's door once Dom is ready and he opens it ready and raring to go. Our arrangement is to meet Davey at Carnaby Street so we get an Uber to Regent Street and walk through to meet Davey outside MAC Cosmetics.

Tom takes plenty of photos through the day, and we have a lot of laughs. Davey is an absolute sweetheart, Dom was right that I would love him. Once we finish down Carnaby Street, we hop in a black cab and go up to Camden Market. After getting some food we walk through the market, going in pretty much every shop.

Dom gets so easily distracted and buys some vinyls, but we soon get him back on track. By the time we've finished the market, I've got 3 new outfits, and Tom and Davey both bought a couple of outfits each. But we've managed to kit Dom out with multiple outfit options that we can put to the label for the tour, as well as outfits for photoshoots, video shoots, and home life too. We're all weighed down with bags, so we go back home with Davey tagging along too.

I take my things to my room, put them away, and then change in to my outfit for dinner with y/f/n this evening. By the time I come down, the house is almost empty. Dom being the scatter brain that he is he has forgotten that I'm going out, and he's sad at the thought of being home alone because Mikey went while we were out earlier, Davey left while I was upstairs, and Tom, Ben and Adam have gone to Tom's friend Anaïs' house for the evening. I remind him that Colson is staying, although he is out at the moment but I'm sure he'll be back soon.

I give Dom a lengthy kiss goodbye while fending off his wandering hands because, as he tells me, he is finding me irresistible in this outfit. I tell him I have to go because y/f/n will be waiting for me. He pouts at me and I give him another quick kiss before I go.

"I fooking love you!" he calls after me as I get to the door.
"I fucking love you too!" I shout back and I walk out of the door.

On my way to the restaurant that I'm meeting y/f/n at, I get a text from Dom.

'Miss you already. And I'm bored'
'Put Netflix or something on babe. Colson will be back soon, I'm sure.' I text back.

Y/f/n arrives at the same time as me, we're both a little late, and we are shown to a lovely little table. We order and then start to catch up once our drinks arrive. She tells me that the thing she had with Mark didn't go anywhere which is a shame, but when the feelings aren't there, they just aren't there. I really must try and get her together with Tom for a date, I still think they'd be great together. She's also been crazy busy at work, she got a promotion. I'm so happy for her.

My turn to divulge my news to her. I go over losing my job, the fire at my flat, moving in with Dom and the boys, and getting a job as Dom's PA. It's obvious her mind is somewhat blown. She's a little concerned about us living together and working together, wondering when we're going to have space from each other, but I tell her it really is fine because we have our own rooms so it isn't like we're together together all the time and it seems to work for us. She's happy for me.

I do leave out almost all of the sex stuff. I tell the milder stuff, but I don't want to frighten her, I know she isn't as kinky as me.

We apparently lost track of time because a waiter comes over and tells us that they are closing so would we mind closing the bill. We go halves on the bill, leave the restaurant and then hug each other goodbye.

When I get back to the house, the living room curtains are closed which is unusual as nobody usually closes them. I turn my key in the door, open it and hear some crappy Netflix show. As I walk through the door, I hear what sounds like porn. I look towards the living room to see Colson and Dom naked on the sofa, and Colson straddling Dom with Dom's cock buried in Colson's ass.

"What the fuck......"

Chapter 13

I cannot believe my eyes. Dom and Colson both stare at me, unsure what to do or what to say. My thoughts are going a million miles an hour as I close the front door behind me.

"I'll just, er...leave you to it." I say as I hurry from the door to the stairs to go to my room.
"Y/N, love, wait..."
"Have fun guys. See you tomorrow." I tell them in a distant, distracted voice as I climb the stairs without looking back.

When I get to my room, I lock my door behind me, lean against it and sink to the floor. I'm not upset, just dumbfounded, almost winded. I need to think, need to be alone, and I know that sooner or later Dom is going to try to talk to me.

He had told me he was polyamorous when we were first getting to know each other. But we never really discussed what it meant for us as a couple, and we haven't discussed actually having that kind of relationship. I know we've shared each other with other people, but we've both been involved. I mean, I think I'm fine with having a polyamorous relationship if we agree it'll work for us, but my shock at seeing Dom and Colson just now was because we haven't talked about it.

Knock knock knock
"Y/N? Please talk to me. I'm sorry."

As predicted, Dom has come to talk. I'm not ready yet, I need to think about all this first.

"Not now Dom. Tomorrow, I promise. I need to get my head straight." I say through the door.
"I'm so sorry, love. Please, I want to talk to you."
"I said not now." I almost bark at him, "I need some space."

I hear his footsteps walking away slowly, trudging sadly back down the stairs. Muffled voices downstairs, Dom and Colson talking, 2 sets of footsteps coming up the stairs, going to their rooms, 2 doors closing. That's the thing about wooden floors, you can hear a lot because the sound bounces.

I pick myself up off the floor and strip myself of my clothes then amble toward the shower in my ensuite. Turning the water on, I let the rain-like drops fall on me as I just stand there. I stand under the hot stream of water, thoughts flooding my mind and not making much sense of them.

Do I want a polyamorous relationship? It isn't something I've ever thought about. I hadn't seen myself as polyamorous, I've only ever had monogamous relationships before. I don't know.

Can I share? Well I know I can share when I'm involved. I didn't get at all jealous of Colson when we were all together 2 nights ago. But would I be comfortable with him having sex with other people without me? I don't know.

Would I want to have sex with other people? I don't think so. I've never thought about anyone in that way whilst in a relationship. I mean, if [fave film star] was offering it to me on a plate, then I might. My instinct would want to call Dom first and check it was okay. So I don't know.

All I'm coming up with are lots of 'I don't knows'. I sigh, turn the water off and get out of the shower.

Now the water is off, I can hear Dom. He's pacing his room, talking although I think he's talking to himself, a lot of frustrated sounds, muffled bangs and crashes. I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to turn my brain off to go to sleep.

Eventually it goes quiet from Dom's room. I start to feel a bit tired and am just beginning to drift in to a light slumber when I hear the front door close quietly. A few minutes later, my personal phone buzzes with a text.

'I'm sorry. D 🖤'

I get out of bed, unlock my bedroom door and go to Dom's room. It is trashed, stuff everywhere. His notebook sits open on the bed and I glance at it. What I see makes me really concerned about Dom. Long written passages about anxiety, pain, depression, not feeling good enough. Bits of his lyrics that I recognise litter the page - 'It turns out I'm not okay', 'I'm so sick of me, wake up and hate to breathe', 'the pressure got my head in knots', and the most worrying 'contemplating silent suicide'.

I try to call Dom but it just goes straight to answer phone. I'm starting to panic now, so I go and knock on Colson's door. He opens it and immediately starts apologising for earlier but right now I don't care. Dom is gone and it doesn't look like his mental health is in a good place. We've had an amazing month and I've not seen him have a bad time. Even Tom said Dom's mental health has been really great lately.

"Colson, I don't care. Dom has left. I don't know where he's gone but his room is trashed, he sent me this text, and I'm really worried about him." I say as I show him the text from Dom.

Colson takes my phone from me and starts calling Tom. He picks up on the 4th ring, thank god. Colson explains to Tom that Dom's not in a good place and has left the house. Colson relays what Tom is saying, he thinks he knows where Dom will have gone so he'll go and find him.

I start to cry and Colson wraps his arms around me, pulling me in for a hug and holding me until I pull myself together a bit. He takes me downstairs and gets me a very strong Jack and coke to try and help me feel better. We sit on the sofa and he stays in touch with Tom by text.

The 90 minutes that it takes Tom to find Dom and get back to the house feel like 90 hours. When Dom walks in the door looking broken and despondent, I run to him and throw my arms around him with such force that he stumbles backwards a bit. I mouth 'Thank you' at Tom as tears of relief pour down my face now that I have Dom back in my arms.

We all start walking to the living room but Tom grabs my elbow to pull me back to talk to me so Colson takes Dom through and sits on the sofa with him. I go to the far side of the kitchen with Tom and we talk in hushed voices. He asks what the hell happened that caused Dom to flip out that way since he's been so happy lately. I explain that we had never really talked about polyamory and when I got home from dinner with y/f/n, I walked in on Dom and Colson and it kind of blew my mind so I needed to think about everything. Dom evidently started blaming himself, thinking I was upset or mad, and must have spiralled. Tom seems a little surprised at the whole thing, which is to be expected really. 

I ask where Tom found him and he tells me that when Dom is in a bad place, he usually goes to Primrose Hill. It was the first place he looked, and there was Dom, lying on the ground staring at the stars. Tom asks if I'm okay. Not really, but I will be now that Dom is home I tell him and then apologise for dragging him away from whatever he was doing. 

We join Colson and Dom on the sofa having grabbed a bottle of whiskey on our way through the kitchen. We all have a drink or 2, then Tom and Colson leave Dom and I on the sofa and go upstairs to their rooms. Dom pours another large whiskey, barely looking at me, but I put my hand on his as he brings the glass to his mouth. He stops and finally looks at me.

"Babe, we need to talk. I should have talked to you earlier, I just wanted to get things straight in my head but I didn't even manage to do that, and I'm so sorry you ended up in such a dark place, and I'm sorry I snapped at you. This isn't your fault. We should have had this conversation a while ago and I don't know why we didn't, but we are now and it WILL be okay."
"No, Y/N. I hurt you doing what I did with Colson." he looks away, "I'm so sorry, I'll never forgive myself."
"You did not hurt me, I swear." I tell him, putting my hands on his cheeks to make him look me in the eye, see my honesty. "I was in shock. I didn't expect to walk in from dinner with y/f/n and see that!"
"I'm still sorry."
"Also, what if I'd been one of the lads? What would they have thought, walking in on you two at it?"
"They text me to say they were gonna crash with Anaïs, and I lost track of time and fought you'd be back later. Turns out it was already later."

We talk until the early hours and end up not even bothering to go to bed. We go through everything that needs to be talked about - sexuality, gender, sex, our relationship, our individual hard and soft limits in the bedroom, how things will work now we are in a relationship and living together and working together. 

I sit back on the sofa, exhausted. Dom leans over and kisses my forehead before getting up to make some bacon sandwiches and tea. Can't beat a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea. Once we've eaten, we go upstairs and he jumps in the shower. I go to my room, get some clothes on and then go and sit in his room to wait for him. He gets out of the shower, wraps a towel around his waist and starts choosing some clothes. Luckily today is just sourcing a new merchandise supplier for the tour so we can both be pretty relaxed and comfortable.

Dom settles on a pair of black trousers and a striped Fred Perry jumper which compliments the black and white shirt dress that I've teamed with faux leather leggings and kitten heels.

[Time skip through boring merch meeting]

Randomly whilst talking about merchandise designs on our way home, Dom decides he wants to walk for a bit so we get out of the taxi about halfway back home from the office. Taking hold of my hand and veering suddenly off the main path into the park, it takes me a few moments to realise it is Regent's Park, where we had our second date.

We walk one of the quieter paths, away from the majority of people. Hand in hand, fingers entwined, enjoying the warmth in the air of late spring. Leaving the top of the park and walking over the railway bridge, we stroll up to the canal banks and in to Camden Market. Pulling me to a stop outside a florist and buying a single red rose, he goofs around and puts it between his teeth but catches his lip on a thorn which makes it bleed. I pull him towards me like I'm going to kiss him but gently run my tongue along his punctured lip, tasting the blood. He hands me the rose with a slightly quizzical look.

Going to one of the cute little restaurants in Camden Market, we sit at the back, something I'm starting to get used to. We have some dinner and a beer or two, we talk, we laugh.

When we get home, we sink in to Dom's bed but I'm too tired for anything except cuddles. The emotions of the last day combined with the walk half of the way back from the studio have me completely exhausted. Dom gets up to go and pee and by the time he comes back to bed I'm fast asleep.

I'm not sure what wakes me. The empty bed, the sound of Dom's bedroom door clicking closed, his footsteps going down the hall, I'm really not sure. But I wake and glance at the time and see that I've been asleep about 2 hours. I get up and open Dom's bedroom door to see Colson's door swinging closed, except it doesn't fully close, it stays slightly ajar. I quietly sneak down the hall to the doorway and hear Dom and Colson's hushed voices from inside the room. 

The voices stop and I freeze where I am standing, hoping they haven't heard me, but then I hear heavy breathing and chance a peek through the crack down the hinge side of the door. Colson's tall silhouette looms over Dom's, leaning down, kissing Dom with his hands clutching handfuls of his hair. Dom reciprocates, probing Colson's mouth with his tongue, hungrily stripping Colson's clothes off of him before removing his own.

Should I be getting turned on watching this? Should I even be watching this? Dom and I have agreed our boundaries in terms of having a polyamorous relationship, but one of us sneakily watching the other didn't come up. I guess neither of us thought about it.

Now naked, the 2 men kiss and stumble their way to Colson's bed. Sitting, then lying down, the pair continue their embrace, hands all over each other. The moon streaming in through a gap in the curtains gives me enough light to see them. They move their hands down to each other's rapidly engorging penises, touching, caressing, stroking.

"I need to finish what I started." mumbles Colson as he shimmies down the bed in one smooth manoeuvre and takes Dom's cock in his mouth. 

Dom throws his head back, drawn-out groans pouring out of his mouth as Colson gives him head. 

"Fook yeah man, that's so fooking good." Dom manages to utter under his breath as the blonde takes his cock deep in his mouth. "When do you leave?"

Colson holds up 2 fingers to show that he leaves in 2 days but doesn't stop or even falter from the pleasure he's giving with his mouth.

I slip a hand upside my underwear and start to touch myself watching the scene before me evolving.

Colson takes Dom's dick out of his mouth, straddles the redhead and slowly eases Dom's rock hard cock into his asshole. They both gasp and groan in ecstasy as Colson slides himself down the full length of Dom's ample shaft.

As Dom takes hold of Colson's astounding erection and begins to stroke it, Colson starts to ride the dick that is embedded in his ass. Watching this feels so wrong, but it is so hot and it feels so good rubbing my clit.

"Spit in my mouf." Dom says to Colson.
"What?" Colson asks.
"I want you to spit in my mouf. I'll be honest, I'm kind of in to that."

Colson leans forward over Dom's face, holds his mouth open by his chin and spits into his mouth. I slide 2 fingers inside myself, I can't help it.

Riding Dom's hard cock, Colson increases in speed, fucking him harder, faster, as Dom masturbates him. Both men panting from their impending climaxes, Colson wraps his long fingers around Dom's throat resulting in a raspy, restrained whimper from Dom.

The sight of my boyfriend and his friend fucking each other has made me so wet. My fingers are soaked inside my pussy, and seeing the display of dominance from Colson as he holds Dom by the neck makes me orgasm. I fight my own body not to make a sound so I don't let on that I am watching them, I can't let them hear me.

Just as I cum, Dom lets out a strangled moan as he ejaculates deep inside Colson's ass. Colson feels the throbbing of Dom's dick as he cums and he spills his load on to Dom's hand and stomach with a hushed groan. Colson sits there for a moment, leaning forward and kissing Dom's full lips.

Climbing off his friend, Colson grabs his boxers and puts them on then helps Dom to stand up. Colson grabs Dom's clothes and gives them to him, helping him to dress. Knowing that they're about to part ways, I quietly creep away from Colson's bedroom door and back to Dom's room.

Faking sleep, I hear Dom come back in to his room and takes his clothes off, letting them fall to the floor where he stands. I sneak a peek out of a slightly open eye to see him go to the bathroom to pee, wash, and brush his teeth. Then he comes over to the bed and climbs in. Spooning in behind me, he leans over and kisses my cheek.

"I fooking love you Y/N" he says quietly.

He snuggles in to me and quite quickly goes to sleep. It takes me a little while to drift off again but when I do, my dreams are filled with visions that result in me waking up with soaking wet knickers in the morning.

Chapter 14

"Morning babe." I say, blinking my eyes open from sleep and seeing Dom sitting in front of the mirror doing his make-up.

"'Ello sleepy-'ead," he says, turning to look at me. "it's a good job I'm your boss, isn't it?!"
"Why? What time is it?"
"Erm, 11:20."

I leap out of bed and run to the bathroom as Dom shouts after me asking what's wrong.

"It's Thursday babe! Suit fitting at 12!"
"Oh fooking 'ell!"

We both rush about grabbing clothes left, right and centre. Ordering an Uber and running out of the door in record time, and me doing minimalist make-up in the car, we get to the tailor only 10 minutes late. He isn't happy though, muttering under his breath about 'rock stars thinking the world revolves around them' and other such nonsense.

I sit and watch as Dom gets fitted for a new suit and decides with the tailor which fabrics and styles will be used. I can't wait to see him in a proper suit, albeit a little 'fucked up' as is his usual style.

After the suit fitting, we hop in a black cab and go to the pub where Dom asks the landlord if we can set aside a private space for later, and if they can decorate, as he wants to throw a little goodbye thing for Colson later as he leaves tomorrow. After sorting stuff out with the pub, he texts Tom, Ben, Mikey, and both Adams to let them know about tonight and we go back to the house with Dom recording an Instagram story on our walk back saying how much he misses the fans and can't wait to see them on tour, then posts a separate story saying he will be going live at 10pm UK time with a big surprise. Of course I know that that surprise will be Colson, I just hope to God that they're not already too drunk by then!!

When we get back, Tom, Ben, Adam and Colson are all chilling in the living room watching some kind of sports or another, I don't pay much attention to be honest. Dom grabs a beer and joins them while I head upstairs to do some of the boring work stuff on my laptop and make a dozen phone calls. I don't think Dom realises the extent of what goes on to make the things that he wants to happen actually happen. The current thing I'm working on is sorting filming locations, permits, film crews, hair and make-up artists etc. for the next video shoot for his next single. He wants to release in just 3 weeks, which he dropped on me during his suit fitting earlier, so I had to immediately email Tommas, Ed, Alex and Adam Wood to start planning. It means that we are all running around like headless chickens trying to get everything ready so we can shoot the video asap so that it can be edited ready for the release!

By the time Dom comes up to get ready for tonight, we have nailed down a shoot date, location, and all the people we need to have in place. I'm just about to send the final email to everyone who needs to be there. I think Dom can see the stress written all over my face because he sets himself down behind me and starts to rub my shoulders. I press send as he starts to unbutton my blouse and wriggle it off my shoulders, kissing the base of my neck as he gently moves the fabric.

"Stressed love?" Dom asks me.
"You do not know the half of it!"
"Need a massage then?"
"Please."

Shrugging off my blouse and shimmying out of my skirt, I lay face down on my bed in my underwear while Dom goes to the drawer to get some massage oil. After straddling my hips, Dom unclips my bra and then pours a generous amount of oil down my back. With long strokes of his hands up and down my back, he begins to massage deep in to the muscles on my back. A few little appreciative groans and sighs come from my throat as the tension starts to leave me. Rubbing firmly with both hands, one either side of my back, thumbs on each side of my spine he pushes up slowly from my lower back and up towards my shoulders and then over my shoulders and down my arms. He repeats this several times until I really start to relax.

"Feeling better my love?"
"Hmmmmmmm."

He starts kissing the back of my neck each time he rubs up my body to my shoulders. Wriggling down so he's now straddling my legs, his hands come all the way down to start at my butt before massaging all the way back up to my shoulders again. It isn't long before he's only massaging my butt cheeks, and once he started doing that it was only a matter of time before he slid his hand down between my legs and slipped a finger into my pussy causing me to gasp a little.

His hands already lubed from the massage oil, he slides a second finger between the lips of my pussy and pushes it inside to join the first one as he continues to massage my butt cheeks with the other hand. He leans over me, putting almost his full weight on me, and whispers in my ear,

"Do you want it, Princess?"

I nod, exhaling sharply as his fingers probe the depths between my legs.

Gently removing his digits from me, he removes his trousers allowing his already hard cock to spring free. Giving it a few strokes, he puts his weight on my back again and pushes his shaft into me.

Gently grabbing a handful of my hair, he gently bites at my neck and shoulder as he fucks me slow but deep. In and out, the full length of his dick penetrates me over and over, making me soaking wet as I approach orgasm.

The electric waves up and down my body pulse as my orgasm takes hold. A small whimper escapes my lips, my body shudders beneath him and he whispers,

"Yes baby, I fooking love you so much."

My orgasm subsides. Dom keeps thrusting, pushing deep into me with the full length of his cock. The bites on my neck, his heavy breaths in my ear, feeling his tip start to throb as he thrusts into the depths of my pussy. My orgasm starts to build again. Strangely, his weight on top of me combined with being on my front makes me feel helpless and vulnerable which contributes in a weird way to my being turned on.

Feeling my body begin to shake once more and a small whimper escaping my lips with each shudder, Dom can't control himself any longer. He shoots his load into me with a few jolts from his body and some groans from deep in his throat. Before he pulls himself from me, he kisses my cheek and then says,

"Come on love, we need to get ready. Got Kells goodbye fing at the pub."
"Let me clean up and change. I don't want to be smelling of sex while we're out."
"Downstairs in 20?" He asks as he kisses my neck again.
"Erm, yeah, I guess I can try and be that quick. Now let me get on with it instead of distracting me!"

Dom grins, straightens his clothing and goes to his room to change. In a rush, I go to the toilet and clean up, brush my hair and teeth, add a little more make-up for the evening, and change my clothes. Giving myself a quick spritz with my favourite perfume, I grab my bag and shoes and trot down the stairs. As I reach the bottom, the guys all cheer and whistle at me from the living room as if I was taking a long time. If I did, it was Dom's fault!

We order an Uber XL so we can all go together and Tom, Ben, Adam, Colson, Dom and I bundle in to the car and head to the pub. Colson thinks we're just going for a drink, he doesn't know that Dom has had the place decorated for him, and he doesn't know about Dom's plan to go live on Instagram later.

When we pile out of the car and into the pub, Dom leads Colson by his hand through to where the landlord reserved the whole of upstairs for us while I hang a bit further back with the rest of the guys. Dom told the guys that they could each invite a couple of people if they wanted, so they all get on their phones and text to say we've arrived so that they can start coming down too. I invited y/f/n because I haven't seen her in so long. By the time other people start arriving, we're already on our second round, although I learnt from last time and I'm having a soft drink every other round this time! Now I am Dom's PA, I need to keep my head together at least a certain amount.

A few minutes before 10pm, I give Dom a nudge and he looks at me confused. I roll my eyes before I lean in to him and remind him about the Instagram live. So he turns the music down, cos it's pretty loud, grabs his phone and starts a live. I watch it on my phone with the volume off sitting close by to Dom to gauge reaction and interaction. Once there are a couple of thousand fans watching, he tells the fans that that he's working on some ideas and stuff for tour, lots of ideas for new music and some already recorded waiting to be released. Then he reminds them that he said earlier that he had a surprise for them.

"Come 'ere, Kells. Say 'ello to the people!"

Colson turns around, surprised to be put on the spot like that, but says hey and they both chat away about something new that they might have coming up together with lots of not subtle winking at the fans. Another eye roll from me, but the fans love it, the engagement is phenomenal. He's up to over 12,000 viewers.

"Tom, spin that record" Dom shouts across the room.

Tom obliges and puts on the bridge and chorus only of Dom and MGK's new song that they've been sitting on for a while, since last time Dom was in L.A. Even I've not heard it before, so I make a note to get Dom to play it for me later. It is an absolute banger going by the little we've all heard of it so I can't wait to hear the rest. Then it dawns on me - this is the single Dom wants to release in 3 weeks. Fuck. Why can't he tell me the full story?  That means a lot of cross-Atlantic communications getting Colson's bits filmed and sent over so we can put the video together before the release. Alright, that's a job for tomorrow.

I write a quick note on a beermat as I can hear Dom getting ready to wrap up the live and pass it to him. Reading my note, he then tells the fans that he will be doing a couple of festivals next month so keep their eyes peeled for details. That will also be my job to make sure they get announced tomorrow. Like I won't have enough to do working out the video for the single.

Dom wraps up the live telling the fans that he loves them very much and can't wait to see them all soon, and then Tom turns the music back up and Colson's farewell party continues in full swing.

By the time the pub closes, we're all pretty drunk although me a bit less so than the guys. Speaking of the guys, Ben and Adam have disappeared completely, we can't at all and none of us saw them leave. But I text them both to let us know they're ok when they can and then order the rest of us an Uber back to Dom's. I barely saw y/f/n all night and didn't get a chance to say bye to her before she left so I text her too to apologise for not giving her much attention. She replies saying it's fine and she understands I was still sort of working.

Colson brings a couple of girls back and the party continues in the living room when we arrive home. By the time I'm ready to flake out, one of the girls is asleep in Tom's bed with him taking the sofa, ever the gentleman that he is, and the other girl is in Colson's room with him seemingly having a party of their own, so Dom and I go up to bed. We crash in to Dom's room because it is closer and I'm half holding him up as he's so drunk.

Not even bothering to get undressed, we flop on to the bed and fall in to a deep, drunken sleep.

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My alarm on my phone wakes me. I check my phone and see texts from Adam and Ben saying they're fine and will be home later. Hearing noise coming from elsewhere in the house, I leave Dom snoring gently and go and see what's going on.

Colson is stumbling out of his room with his suitcases, making quite a racket. I give him a hand with his cases to get downstairs and order him an Uber to go to the airport. He pulls me in to a massive hug and thanks me for a great time. As he asks if Dom is still asleep, Dom ambles down the stairs halfway between still drunk and hungover.

"You weren't gonna leave without saying bye, were you Kells?" Dom asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Of course not. Come here." and he pulls Dom in to the hug too.
"Look after this one Dom, she's a keeper." Colson says, squeezing me again.

Once Colson has gone in the Uber, Dom and I go and sit in the living room. He slumps his head on to my shoulder and sighs. I know he misses his friend already.

"Wanna go out for a walk? Or some ice cream or something?" I ask him.
"No. Can we order in instead? I don't wanna go out."

So I grab my phone and place an order for waffles and ice cream from a local dessert restaurant. Then while we wait for it to arrive, I put some Bowie on the stereo and Dom lays down with his head on my lap while I send a few emails about tour, festivals and the new single, and schedule some social media posts ready to go up later about the festivals, whose websites have set them to go live with the announcements at 11am.

Adam gets home at the same time that the delivery arrives. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and picks up his guitar and plays along to the Bowie that is still playing. As we eat, Dom asks where he was last night but Adam is quite secretive over it. He obviously spent the night with someone, but he won't say who.

Then Ben walks through the door followed by a girl I recognise from the party last night. He introduces her, she's called Jenni and she's stunning. Jenni and I go and chat in the kitchen while the guys get to sharing stories.

After a short while, Jenni and I join the guys in the living room again. We end up watching some crappy horror film, after Dom had made the best popcorn in the world, as he's so good at it. When the film finishes, Jenni gets up to go and says bye to us all, but Ben hurries to see her to the door. He pops outside with her for a few minutes to say goodbye properly, then when he comes back in Dom, Tom and Adam all heckle him and take the piss because it is obvious that he likes her.

I'm tired so I make a cup of tea, kiss Dom goodnight and head up to bed. I'm still alone when I fall asleep so I assume Dom is staying up late with the guys or sleeping in his own room tonight. My last thought it how much my life has changed over the last 5 weeks. I'm so lucky to have Dom.

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[Time skip 3 weeks]

Waking up in a hotel room in Milan with Dom snuggled in behind me, his arm wrapped around me, the sun streaming in through a gap in the curtains as it blows gently in the breeze from the open window it feels like I'm still dreaming.

Tickets went on sale for the tour last week. Dates started selling out on the very first day of sales, so we added a few more dates. The tour is now 36 dates long and starts in just under 4 months. I guess the festivals are a good warm up for tour, plus the fans absolutely love them.

Dom is playing Punk In Drublic festival in Milan today. There are more festivals lined up on Dom's schedule for the next couple of weeks as well as some for late summer just before tour starts this autumn. Dom and Colson's new single comes out at 6pm UK time, right after Dom comes off stage this afternoon.

We arrived in Milan 2 days ago and did loads of touristy stuff yesterday. Very romantic, walking along hand in hand. Dom made me laugh a few times trying to speak Italian, it sounds so weird in his Yorkshire accent that I couldn't help but giggle.

The day goes pretty fast and before we know it, we're hanging backstage at the festival waiting for Dom's slot. Watching other artists on stage on screens in the backstage area is pretty cool, but there's a lot of waiting around. Dom gets a text and then tells me he's going to find a toilet. I tell him OK, and chill on a chair watching the screen and drinking a beer.

Oli from Bring Me The Horizon comes on the stage and bursts in to the first verse of Can You Feel My Heart. The song is nearly over and Dom isn't back so I text him.

'Where are you babe? BMTH are on, you're gonna miss them.'

Still no Dom and no reply by the end of Parasite Eve.

Then I hear it. The opening bars of Obey. And I instantly know where Dom has gone. I sprint through the backstage area and up the steps to the side of the stage. Dom sees me, grins at me, and bounces on stage as Oli introduces him.

They absolutely kill it, crowd surfing and everything. When they come off stage they're still jumping all over each other with the adrenalin of being on stage. Dom comes over and gives me a massive hug, takes my hand and introduces me to Oli.

Chapter 15

"Oli, this is Y/N. Y/N, Oli Sykes."
"Well, hello Y/N. Dom told me all about you." Oli says with a wink.

What does he mean by that?

Oli joins us backstage and we watch a couple more acts before it is time for Dom's slot. I go to the side of the stage with him, meeting Tom, Ben, Adam and Mikey there, and once everything is set they bound on to the stage with the same energy Dom always has.

After the set we go back to the hotel. Sitting in the bar for a few drinks, we have a lot of laughs and get a little bit drunk. Then Oli and the rest of Bring Me The Horizon walk in and join us. After a couple more drinks, more chat and some drunken innuendo jokes between the group, I'm tired and pretty tipsy so I make my excuses and go back up to mine and Dom's room to get some sleep leaving the boys to their drinks.

I don't know how long I've been asleep when I wake to the sound of Dom stumbling in to our room. As he flops on to the bed, I pull the pillow over my head and groan because he woke me up. Realising that I had been sleeping before he staggered in, he wraps an arm around me and burrows his soft lips in to my neck.

I throw the pillow off my head and roll over to face him. He caresses the side of my face with his thumb and nuzzles my nose with his which makes me smile. I can't stay mad at him for waking me up when he's so cute like this.

It's warm in Milan this Spring and I was sleeping naked so his hand moves to my breast and his plump lips brush against mine in a soft kiss. Kissing him back, my hand runs down his back and then grabs at his ass cheek. He pushes his tongue between my lips, he kisses me with passion behind it. He tastes of alcohol. Suddenly, he bites my lip hard enough to draw blood, I taste the metallic flavour of the blood.

"Ouch! What the fuck babe?"
"Don't act like you don't want it rough, my Princess."
"You know I love kink Dom. But we're in a hotel room. We didn't bring anything  with us."
"That's what you fink." He says, winking at me.

Grabbing various things from suitcases, he uses a belt as a makeshift collar on me and ties my hands behind my back using a tie. Dom removes the bandana that is tied around his neck, puts it in my mouth and ties it behind my head as a makeshift gag.

Taking off the t-shirt he's wearing, he folds it up and uses one of my chiffon scarves to tie it in place over my eyes. Then he guides me to kneeling in the middle of the bed and puts his airpods in my ears, turning on the music on his phone. With Def Leppard and Guns 'n' Roses songs blasting in to my ears, I can't hear Dom or what he's doing.

After 3 songs I'm still kneeling here on the bed; blindfolded, gagged, bound.

A new song starts. Obey by Dom and Bring Me The Horizon. It gets about two thirds of the way through and I hear the line 'You fucking monsters are people', then the airpods are removed from my ears.

A quiet voice that I recognise but can't quite place in my right ear says,
"Obey."

Dom's voice in my left ear firmly says,
"We're gonna show you how to behave"

The 2 men either side of me place their mouths on my breasts simultaneously, teeth grating at my hard nipples. A hand slithers down my body and slides into the slit between my legs, fingers probing the depths of me before pulling back to tease my clit. Another hand grasps my hair, pulling my head back as I moan in pleasure from the fingers touching me down below. A rough kiss from a mouth I don't recognise is placed on my lips, the tongue exploring my mouth.

The hand that was pleasuring me moves away. The hand gripping my hair shoves me forwards until my face is pushed on to the bed and then lets go, but leaving my ass in the air as I was on my knees before. I hear 2 belts being unbuckled and taken out of the trousers they were in.

Feeling a tongue licking my clit and exploring my wet hole is a pleasant surprise and I let out a small gasp, a gasp that turns in to a whine as my hair is grabbed roughly again and my face pushed further in to the bed. Fingers plunge in to the depths of me as my clit continues to be licked, stroking my G-spot deep inside.

As an orgasm starts to build, I feel a second tongue run down the length of my back, hands grabbing my ass cheeks. The tongue runs over my asshole, licking on and around it. I've not felt that before, it's strange but not unpleasant. Then it stops and I hear someone spit, feel it hit my asshole, then a finger massaging, beginning to push in to my anus. The feeling heightens my orgasm and I cum quickly, but I fight the volume that my body wants to release. We're in a hotel, I don't want to be too loud.

After allowing me to finish my orgasm, the tongues and fingers withdraw, leaving me wanting more.

"I thought you said she behaves, Dom?" questions the voice that I recognise. Why can't place it? Who is it?

"Oh, she does." Dom says to the man.
"You know better than to show me up in front of my mates, don't you?" Dom asks me, leaning down close to my ear. I nod in response.
"Good. Now you'll be punished for that orgasm, because I didn't say that you could. You understand?"

Again I nod. The hand grasping my hair and pushing my face in to the bed lets go.

SMACK SMACK

The sting on both of my ass cheeks as they are both hit by the of the belts, one each side. I whimper, from the pain mixed with pleasure.

SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK

Each double strike heightens the stinging on my rear end. With my butt in the air, it is the ultimate target for their punishment. Every hit makes my whimpers louder. Despite the pain, it is really pleasurable too, it must be something about being so vulnerable and being punished.

SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK

I'm nearly screaming by the last double blow.

"I think that's enough for now. Gonna be my good little slut, Princess?" Dom asks me. Again, I nod. Of course I'll be good.

I hear the men moving around the room. It sounds like they are taking off their clothing. One of them kneels on the bed behind me. He lines up his tip with my moist entrance, pushes against me and slides his length in to me. Grabbing my hip with one hand he thrusts rhythmically in and out.

With pleasure building in my body, I try to resist. I can't orgasm without permission without another punishment, and I don't want to show Dom up in front of the other man because I didn't behave. I must do what I'm told.

One of the men unties the bandana from my mouth so I'm ungagged. Painfully lifting my head by my hair, I feel the head of a dick press against my lips. I receptively open my mouth and take the cock in my mouth. The man behind me, fucking my pussy, reaches forward and wraps one hand around my throat as I suck the dick in front of me that is being thrust in to my mouth.

The man in front of me holding my hair releases his grip, leaving just the hand around my throat holding my head up off the bed. Undoing the scarf behind my head and releasing the folded t-shirt that is blindfolding me, the man in front of me lifts the garments from my face. I open my eyes as he strokes my cheek while I suck his cock, and I look up and see...

Oli fucking Sykes! I knew that I knew the voice, but having only spoken with him a little I wasn't able to place the voice when I heard it whilst blindfolded. My eyes widen as it sinks in that Dom is double teaming me with Oli.

He looks down at me and smiles as he pushes his shaft deeper in to my mouth. As Dom pounds in to me from behind, holding my throat as he does so, it pushes me forwards with every thrust right as Oli pushes forwards so that he pushes further down my throat. I already had a fairly good gag reflex, it takes quite a lot to make me gag, and thank God I did because it certainly gets tested in my sex life!

I begin to moan and whimper as the pleasure takes over. Feeling 2 of my holes being used whilst being strangled causes me to moan once more, but I refuse to let myself cum. I don't want to disappoint my love, my Dom. Oli sweeps up my hair again and holds it off my face, using it to push my head further down on to him. Dom knows that I am close, he knows my body well enough now and he can feel the walls inside me clenching around him.

"Cum for us Princess. Nice a loud."

With his permission, I cum hard. The noise that escapes my throat between thrusts from Oli's cock is like something from the depths of hell, a combination of pleasure, pain, and strangulation.

"Fuck man, she is a good girl." Oli says to Dom, "Or rather, a well behaved bad girl."

The 2 men remove their cocks from my holes and lift me under my arms, laying me on my back on the bed with my head hanging off the side.

"You want Oli to fuck you, my little slut?" Dom asks me.
"If that's what you both want, Sir." I reply.
"That wasn't what I asked, was it? What I asked was do YOU want it?"
"Yes Sir."

Moving around and then getting on the bed, the look on Oli's face gives away that he's in awe of how 'well trained' I am as I open my legs for him. Oli holds the end of his dick against me and looks me up and down, grins, and then pushes gradually in to my pussy.

I moan as his cock plunges into the depths of my pussy. Hearing this obviously gets him off because he starts to fuck me faster, harder. Dom stands by my head, his dick in his hand, getting off on seeing Oli fucking me.

"Sir?" I say.

Dom looks down at me so I open my mouth like a good little whore. I want to please him. He shoves his cock so far and so suddenly down my throat that I actually do gag. Pulling back, he lets me take a breath before he starts to fuck my throat which is easy for him to do with my head hanging over the edge of the bed.

Oli slams himself in to me over and over with force. It's pleasurable, but a little painful too. My moans and whines of the combination of pain and pleasure are getting louder as I start to feel another climax building.

"Don't cum yet, love. We've not given you permission yet." Oli reminds me.

I fight the urge to let my body go as I get ravaged. Oli lifts my knees and puts his hands on the back of my thighs as he continues to fuck my wet pussy, Dom grabs hold of my ankles and keeps fucking my throat. I am moaning between Dom's thrusts, fighting the urge to cum. Eventually, Dom nods at Oli, who gives me the command.

"Go on then, slut, cum for us."

Hearing the words releases a flood gate and my orgasm washes over me, my body shaking, the muscles inside me clamping down on Oli's cock while my pussy soaks him.

Dom takes his cock out of my mouth and lays down on the bed. Oli stops fucking me so Dom can move me, and Dom pulls me under my arms until I'm lying on top of him but with my back facing him. Oli positions himself between my legs once again and resumes fucking me. Dom spits on his hand, reaches down and rubs it on his dick.

"Relax." he whispers in my ear as he presses the tip of himself against my anus.

With a firm pressure between Oli's thrusts, Dom's cock pushes gradually into my asshole. It's a bit painful without any real lube and I scream a little in pain. Dom shushes in my ear and I try again to relax while Dom spits on his hand again and adds it to his shaft.

Inch by inch, Dom buries himself inside my asshole as his friend slams into my cunt. Eventually they are double penetrating me, fucking me in sync with each other. They know by the sounds I'm making that I have another orgasm building.

"No!" they both almost shout at me in unison.

Dom roughly grabs my hair, Oli takes hold of my throat. Unfortunately this only heightens my pleasure more and my moans become louder. Turning in to strangled screams, the 2 men continue to fuck my pussy and my ass simultaneously.

I must have been fighting this orgasm for a full 5 minutes by the time Dom says,

"You can cum now, you whore."

Tears pour down my face with relief as I allow my body to give in to the sensations engulfing it. My whole body shudders, almost demonic screams escape my mouth.

Having allowed me to cum, Dom and Oli take their own release as they spill their semen into my ruined holes, their dicks pulsating and throbbing inside me, prolonging my orgasm.

After removing themselves from my destroyed orifices, Oli helps lift me off of Dom and lay me on the bed. My exhausted body, limp, no energy left to even clean myself up.

Dom leans over me, presses a kiss to my forehead and whispers that he loves me as he pulls the bed covers over me.

Dom and Oli rummage around the room, finding their clothes and dressing themselves. As I drift off to sleep, I hear them leaving the room and Dom saying,

"You can have her on loan any time you want, you know."

Chapter 16

Waking the next morning, I find Dom passed out face down and naked on the floor. He must have been up late drinking with the guys. I drag my sore body out of bed and go for a shower in our hotel bathroom.

Once I've washed and dried myself, I start packing my case and then start on Dom's as we have to check out in 3 hours by 1pm. Its a good job Dom booked for late check out.

Before I finish packing all of Dom's stuff, I try to wake him gently and he groans at me. I shake his shoulder a bit harder and he eventually opens his eyes and then sits up on the floor, swaying back and forth slightly. I give him a few outfit choices, telling him what I havent packed yet, he chooses something and then crawls to the bathroom and sits on the floor in the shower with the water raining down on him to try and wake up a little.

I pack the rest of his clothes, throw the dirty stuff from last night in the top of the case, make sure we have everything and then go to the bathroom to tell Dom that we will need to start heading out soon to make sure we're all together and catch a flight back to London.

He gets out of the shower and wraps a big, soft, fluffy hotel towel around himself and then brushes his teeth to get rid of the stale alcohol taste lingering in his mouth. Coming back in to our room, he flops on to the bed with a bit of a groan. I climb on to the bed, sit beside him and caress his back with my finger tips, placing soft little kisses on his shoulder.

"Y/N?"
"Yeah babe?"
"Are you alright?"
"A bit sore, if I'm honest. But nothing that won't go. What time did you stumble back up here?"
"About 6am. I fink I'm still a bit drunk."
"You think?"

He rolls over to face me and then wriggles over to put his head in my lap. As I stroke his damp red hair for a bit, he sighs deeply.

"I like affection, I love to be cuddled, I love to be touched." he randomly says to me.
"I know babe. A few more minutes then you need to get dressed, we have to get to the airport."

He nods, a sad look in his eyes. I would love to stay here for hours too, but we have to go home. After a few minutes I start to get up, but Dom grabs hold of me and looks up at me. I can see the look in his eyes, he doesn't want me to let go of him just yet. So I sit back down, stroke his hair some more and kiss his cheek.

Eventually he lets go and we get up. I text the other guys to make sure they're ready while Dom gets dressed in the comfy joggers, Sex Pistols t-shirt and plain black hoodie that he chose to wear. But in between each item of clothing going on, he walks over to me and snuggles in to my shoulder or kisses me or squeezes my hand. Something, anything, to stay close to me.

The guys knock on our door as Dom is slipping his shoes on so we head down to the lobby and get a taxi to the airport. The entire taxi ride, Dom has his head on my shoulder and is clinging on to my arm for dear life. Ben notices and furrows his brow and looks at me, as if to ask what's wrong with Dom. I vaguely shake my head, because I don't know. He's obviously very needy and clingy today, but I have no idea why.

Dom clings to my hand the whole way through the airport like a child afraid of losing it's parent. He only lets go when we have to go through security, and when he does he looks like a lost puppy until I catch back up with him the other side of security and he grabs for my hand again.

Stroking his hair and gently shushing him on the plane while he snuggles his face in to my shoulder is the only way to stop him from fidgeting and fussing. I am getting really worried.

"Babe, what on earth is wrong today?"
"I can't...not now...later..." he manages between fidgets.

He settles a bit about halfway through the flight, but he still seems to need physical touch as he has hold of my hand but is playing with my bracelet with the other hand.

When we arrive home, Tom tells me to take Dom to his room and the guys will get the bags. I feel guilty but Dom needs my attention, so I take Dom upstairs to his room. The second I close the door behind us, Dom wraps his arms round me so tight I can barely breathe and starts to cry.

"Shhh, baby, shhhh. I'm here. What is it?"
"Can't...lose...you...Y/N. I...just...can't...lose...you. I...need..you." he struggles between sobs.
"Hey!", I say, cupping his face in my hands, "What brought this on? I'm not going anywhere! I'm yours, okay?"

He vaguely nods and composes himself from the sobs a little, but he doesn't seem convinced.

"Babe, I fucking love you. I am not going anywhere. What started this?"
"Last night. With Oli. I was so fooking wasted. I shouldn't have said he can borrow you, I couldn't stand that, knowing you were with him without me. And what if you like it more and then you leave me?"
"That's never gonna happen babe. I promise. I am yours. I won't leave you. Once you feel a bit better, we can text Oli and say that's off the table, okay? I'm sure he'll understand."

I think I've convinced him, I hope I have because it's the truth. I don't ever want to lose him either. Hearing rummaging outside the door, I sit Dom down on his bed and go and see what's going on in the hallway.

It's Adam and Tom bringing our bags up. They were just walking away after putting them outside our rooms when they heard me open the door, so they turn around. I pull the door to behind me and explain, loosely without telling them about Oli, about Dom having a bit of an insecure moment. They tell me they'll get a Chinese in and we can sit and watch something downstairs with a few beers, so they head off down the stairs and I take my bags to my room before returning to Dom's room and bringing his bags in.

He's fast asleep. Drying make-up streaks down his face from where he was crying, but he looks so peaceful and he must have been exhausted. So I grab my phone and text Tom telling him to hold fire on the Chinese for an hour or so to let Dom have a nap. I lay down beside him and snuggle in to him and he instinctively lifts his arm so I can rest my head on his chest.

About an hour and a half later, there's a quiet knock at the bedroom door. It opens and Adam pops his head around the door and tells me that the food is here, then he leaves again. Gently waking Dom, I tell him that we've got food and beer in and we're gonna go and join the guys and watch TV downstairs.

Taking his hand and walking down the hallway towards the stairs, Dom stops about halfway. He tells me he's sorry. Of course, I tell him that I completely understand and he doesn't need to apologise for anything.

After eating Chinese, drinking some beers and watching a Harry Potter film with Tom, Adam and Ben, Dom tells me he wants to go for a walk. I have to run to the toilet quickly before we go and while I do, Dom pops upstairs to his room.

I'm waiting for him by the front door and when he comes downstairs again, he has a beaming grin on his face. It's difficult to keep up with his changing moods sometimes, but I have accepted that this is who he is and what he's like. He takes my hand, practically skips out the door and then virtually jogs down the road, dragging me along with him.

We walk for a good 20 minutes before I ask Dom if we're going back soon. He tells me we're nearly there. Nearly where? I didn't know he had an actual destination in mind, I thought he just wanted to go for a walk.

Before not much longer, I see Hampstead Heath coming up in front of us. Ok, so he wants a walk in the park, but why not Primrose Hill or Regent's Park which are a little closer to home?

Walking down the path in the dark is a bit strange. Suddenly Dom starts looking around, it looks like he's checking if other people are around. He's acting kind of weird but still has that cheeky grin on his face, so I know he's up to something.

"Fancy a swim?" he asks.
"What?"
"There's nobody around. Over the wall, I'll give you a boost up."
"No! We'll get in trouble! And I don't have a swimming costume!"
"Nah, it'll be fine. And you can swim in your underwear babe."

Carefully, I put my foot in his hands. Looking around to check for people, I let him boost me up the wall and then swing my leg over the top and drop down. The lido, of course. I forgot this was here! Dom drops down next to me, he must have run and jumped at the wall because there's nothing to climb up on the outside. We start stripping our clothes off and, giggling, jump in to the cool water. We mess around, splashing water at each other, giggling, kissing, etc.

It must only be about 5 minutes before I start to feel cold. It is still only the end of May, it can still get quite cold in London at night, let alone in water. So I tell Dom I'm cold and then I get out of the pool and go and find the showers to warm up leaving him splashing about.

After turning on the shower, feeling the warm water falling on to my goose-bump-covered skin, I close my eyes and relax in to the warmth. All of a sudden, Dom's cold, wet hand clamps over my mouth as his other hand snakes around my hip and plays with my clit.

"Shhhhh." he warns as he pulls my wet knickers to one side and pushes his finger inside me.

Pushing me forwards with his body until my upper body is leant against the wall, he then kicks my feet apart with his foot. Having already removed his boxers after getting out of the water and holding my knickers aside with the hand that was just pleasuring me, he pushes himself between my legs and straight in to my pussy. I moan a little behind the hand that is still clapped over my mouth as I feel his veiny shaft push deep inside me. His thrusts pick up speed, pushing in and out of me and fucking me faster than he ever has done before.

We're somewhere we could get caught any minute so this is not the wisest of ideas, but right this instant I just don't care. My orgasm builds rapidly, as does his from the throbbing of his cock I can feel. He stops holding my underwear aside and uses the hand to grab hard on to a handful of my hair, pulling my head back and causing me to tip over the edge and begin to cum, moaning quietly behind his hand. Feeling me orgasm, the muscles inside me clenching on his hard cock, his climax releases and with a few hard thrusts and deep groans, he finishes inside me.

"Come on, let's go." he says as he pulls out of me and walks over to where we stripped off.

Picking up our clothes and putting them on takes longer than taking them off did thanks to being damp from the pool and shower. As I'm slipping my trainers back on, I see blue flashing lights reflecting off the buildings that I can see across over the wall near the entrance which probably means that a police car has just pulled in to the car park in front of the entrance. We look at each other and we both know we cannot afford to be caught, so we run to the back wall, climb up on plant pots and over the wall. Dropping down the other side, we run as fast as we can for the cover of the trees between the lido and the houses. Less than 30 seconds later, 2 police men walk around the corner, checking out the wall around the lido.

As soon as they're out of sight round the back, we come out from the trees and run towards the road. Once we're in the clear, we walk home still damp and giggling all the way about what we just managed to get away with. Walking through the door, Ben notices our hair is still a little wet and asks what on earth happened to us which only makes us burst out laughing even more. I go up to bed and leave Dom to explain if he wants to.

Coming up only 10 minutes later, I hear Dom first go to his room and rummage around before leaving his room again and coming to mine. He strips off, changes in to dry boxers, and snuggles in behind me. What a Saturday!!

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[Time skip a few days]

I wake on Thursday morning to Dom's phone ringing. He's in the shower, and from the fact it is light but still very early, I'm guessing he has been for his run, leaving me in bed. The screen says 'Rem' so I answer it because obviously he knows this person.

"Hello, Dom's phone." my just woken up voice manages to croak out.
"Oh, hey. Erm, I was trying to get hold of Dom, is he there?" asks the American voice on the other end.
"He's in the shower. Hang on a sec." I say, as I haul myself out of bed and go to the bathroom.
"Dom, your phone rang. It said Rem so I answered. Does that mean something to you?"

He says yeah so I put the phone on speaker, place it on the edge of the sink and leave the room. When Dom comes back in he tells me that we've been put on guest list for a gig tonight. He says we're seeing Palaye Royale, but I tell him I've not heard of them. He puts on a couple of their songs while he gets dressed. They're pretty good to be honest.

I get dressed too and we tell Tom we're ready as we are doing a studio photoshoot today for a magazine. It's going to take most of the day so we have a couple of bags full of outfits, and I have my laptop so I can do other work while Dom and Tom are taking the photos.

Every so often during the shoot, Tom shows me photos and asks for my opinion, sometimes I make suggestions but mostly Tom is just so good at his job that I dont need to. I keep getting distracted from emails and other stuff I am supposed to be doing for work because I have some Palaye Royale songs on Spotify through my ear buds to help me know their music ready for the gig tomorrow night. Then I looked them up and it turns out that Rem is short for Remington, he is the lead singer, and his brothers Sebastian and Emerson play guitar and drums. They're pretty cool, and quite cute too if I'm honest.

Taking a break from working, I go down the street to a coffee shop and get coffee for myself, Dom and Tom. I watch videos of Palaye on my journey. I dont know what it is, there is just something about Remington that intrigues me.

After Tom has finished the studio shoot, the boys decide to go and take some location shots too so I go home and have a shower and get ready for the gig tonight. I'm doing my make up when Dom gets home and tells me I should make it darker and to dress more like he does.

We arrive at the venue having missed the first warm up act because Dom takes forever to get ready sometimes, he had to look absolutely perfect for tonight apparently. We have a really good view from the VIP area on the balcony.

While the second warm up act is on stage, Remington comes up and says hello to Dom, bringing him in for a massive hug. Dom then introduces me to Remington. I politely return the offered hug then Remington has to go back to the dressing room ready for their set so he says bye.

Their stage presence is amazing, a very similar energy to Dom on stage. Several times during the gig, they all make eye contact up at myself and Dom on the balcony as well as others up here.

After the gig finishes and the crowd leave, a member of security tells those of us in the VIP section we can go backstage if we want to. So we go and I meet Sebastian and Emerson. They're all really lovely. Although their stage presence is similar to Dom's, they're the opposite of him off stage, they're quiet and calm for the most part.

The band go outside and sing acoustic for the fans and then come back in for a few drinks with the VIPs. While we're all talking and drinking, Dom keeps side-eyeing me before going back to the conversation.

Obviously I've drunk too much as I had to go to the ladies. On my way back from the toilet, I see Dom almost whispering in Remington's ear whilst watching me walk back towards them. What is he up to?

When I smile and sit back down, Remington catches my eye and smiles before making excuses and going to chat with someone else.

After an hour or so of chatting with so many people, Dom invites the Palaye guys round to ours for some more drinks. Sebastian and Emerson decline, but Remington comes back with us and we have a few drinks on the sofa. Ben, Adam and Tom are out so it's just me, Dom and Remington at home.

Dom gives Remington directions to the bathroom when he asks, then once he leaves Dom leans in close to me and almost whispers in a low, husky voice,

"You want him."
"What? Don't be silly babe, I'm with you."
"I know. But you wanna fook him. Don't deny it, I can see it all over your pretty face."
"Okay, I have a silly little crush, that's all. It'll go. You don't need to be jealous or anything."
"I'm not jealous Y/N. Kind of turns me on, to be honest. He's gorgeous. Anyway, he's down if we are."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. He knows Remington wants to fuck, which means he's spoken to him about it already. I don't know whether to jump at the chance or protest. It was only a few days ago that Dom was feeling insecure over saying Oli could share me, and now he's pretty much offered me up to Remington.

I tell him this but before he can reply, Remington comes back from the bathroom.

"So..." says Remington

Dom just nods at him and they both grin. Fuckers had this planned!

I'm still sitting there in shock after they get up to go upstairs so they grab one of my hands each and practically drag me towards the stairs.

"You'll do what you're told, Princess, if you know what's good for you." Dom warns.

I walk obediently to Dom's room, nervous at the thought of being sub to the pair of them at the same time. But when we get through the bedroom door, Dom snaps his fingers and Remington sinks to his knees next to me in the middle of the floor with his eyes down.

Huh?

I look down at Remington, then over at Dom who is walking calmly over to the chair in the corner of the room where he sits himself down. I am so confused.

"Dom? What is going on?" I ask, walking over to him.

He doesn't answer.

When I reach him, I nuzzle in to his neck and rub at his crotch with my hand, whispering in his ear that I didn't realise they had planned a threesome. But he just sits there, almost ignoring what I'm doing with my hand, then he looks at me with a dead serious look on his face and calmly says,

"Oh, no, Y/N. I'm not getting involved, as such. I want to watch. Now, my little slut, go and dominate him."

Chapter 17

"I'm sorry, what?"
"Dominate him. Have some fun with him."
"But you're not getting involved? I can't do that!"
"You'll do as you're told. Or you'll be punished. And I told you, I want to watch."
"But I don't really know what I'm doing. Not enough to top someone I barely know."
"Remi is a damn good little sub. We...had some fun on Warped Tour back in 2018. He loves being praised for doing what he's ordered to do, he is so desperate to please whoever is topping him. Perfect for a novice dominant. You can tell him to do anyfing and he'll do it, isn't that right Remi?"

Remington nods.

"I can't hear you, slut." Dom chides him.
"Yes, Sir." Remington meekly replies, eyes still on the floor.

I have no idea of this man's limits, and now is not exactly the time to discuss that. I don't want to hurt him. But I don't want to piss Dom off.

I walk away from Dom and back to Remington, put 2 fingers under his chin and lift his head but he still won't meet my eye.

"Look at me." I tell him, and he does instantly. "Is this what you want? Me to be your mistress tonight?"
"Yes, Mistress. Please. Use and abuse me."
"Do you have a safe word?"
"No. I can do whatever you want. No need for a safe word." he says.

Wow, Dom wasn't kidding when he said Remington wants to please. I step over to the drawers where Dom keeps all the 'fun' stuff in, take some rope and walk back to Remington. Looking around, I'm sure I look almost lost in what to do next, how to tie him up. Dom calls my name and points up at the beams on the ceiling in his room. Well that would be handy, but I have no idea how to...

"On your feet, slut." Dom barks, and Remington stands up and Dom nods at me.
"Get that rope over a beam." I tell him, handing him the rope.

Remington has a knack for climbing things and within 20 seconds he is at ceiling height, looping the rope around a beam with one hand before jumping back down to the floor. As he hands the rope back to me, I thank him and he gives a small smile. He isn't dumb and realises what the rope is for and immediately offers his hands forwards for me to start tying the rope around them.

Once I'm done restraining his hands, I take the other end of the rope and pull until his hands are raised up above his head.

Tying the rope to the bed frame to keep Remington's arms in the air, I glance over to him and notice the sizable bulge in his trousers
Tying the rope to the bed frame to keep Remington's arms in the air, I glance over to him and notice the sizable bulge in his trousers. Jesus, he is gonna have a difficult time of it if just this has made him hard already.

Walking back to him, I rub his growing erection through his trousers causing him to exhale sharply.

"Really? Already?"

SLAP

I slap him in the face, then grab his chin. I have to pull his face down towards me and stand on my tip-toes because he's so tall, but I bring his lips towards mine. He puckers up slightly for a kiss, but I bite his lip instead. He's being way too eager.

Having bitten him so hard I draw blood, he looks almost like a vampire with his pale complexion, dark eye make-up, and now the blood pooling on his lip.

Undoing the fastenings of his trousers and yanking them down, I leave him standing there in just his boxers and the harness he was already wearing. I slide my hand down the back of his boxers and tease his asshole with the tip of my finger making him exhale in pleasure and anticipation. His erection grows bigger.

Dom shifts position on the chair and I suddenly become very aware again that he is in the room causing me to totally lose my train of thought and what I was going to do next
Dom shifts position on the chair and I suddenly become very aware again that he is in the room causing me to totally lose my train of thought and what I was going to do next. I walk around Remington, caressing his skin, running my fingers over his tattoos, desperately trying to think of what to do next.

"Well?" Dom says to me.
"I'm a little lost babe. I don't know Remington, I don't know his limits. It's different than when I'm with you."
"Fook sakes, get the whip."

I walk to the drawer and pick up the flogger then start walking back to Remington. Striking his back a few times, I know I'm not doing it very hard but I don't want to hurt him, I barely know him.

Dom huffs, gets up off the chair, stomps over to me and snatches the flogger from my hand.

"Strip to your underwear and then put your hands on the wall, whore." he orders me, pointing at the wall in front of Remington. Fuck.

I stride over to the wall, take off my clothes, and place my hands on the wall.

K-tsch, K-tsch, K-tsch

My body jumps at the hard strikes from the flogger and I whimper slightly. I hear Dom walk away towards the drawer to put the flogger down and pick up the whip as he says,

"I did not say the flogger. I said the whip. And since when did you forget your manners? You didn't call me by my title, you just called me babe. When we're doing this, it's Sir."

K-TSCH

The whip hits my back with a more focussed sting than the flogger provides and I squeal as the white hot pain streaks across my back.

"Understand?"
"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." I whimper through the pain still coursing through my body.

Dom hands me the whip without another word and goes to sit back down on the chair. I take a deep breath, turn and walk towards Remington. He nods at me slightly to try and assure me that it's okay. Standing behind him, I draw my arm back and then bring it forward with force. The whip strikes his back hard, immediately leaving a big red welt. The sharp intake of breath Remington takes tells me that it hurt a lot.

"More." Dom demands.

So I whip Remington again and again, causing 2 more red welts and quiet whimpering.

"Harder! He can take it." Dom orders.

I do what I'm told and I whip Remington harder, over and over again. Each strike of the whip results in a bloody wound and a cry of pain from Remington. I'm nearly in tears when Dom tells me to stop, I hate causing this much pain to Remington. Superficial and painful but pleasurable I wouldn't mind, but this is like torture. I drop the whip on the floor, release the rope from the bed frame so Remington can put his arms down and walk back to him. I release his hands from the rope then grab a handful of his hair and bring him down to my level, making him bend down.

"You took that really well, Remington, well done. Now get on the bed, on your knees, you little whore." I order him.

He does exactly what what I've told him to do with a small smile of acknowledgement at the praise I gave him and within seconds is on the bed on his hands and knees in just his boxers and harness. Pulling his boxers down, I grab a bottle of lube and cover a couple of fingers in it. Then I slide a finger quickly into the entrance, and then follow it with a second.

Remington moans a little as my fingers probe inside him, searching for the sweet spot that will take him to heaven. He deserves a little pleasure after the pain I just inflicted on him.

His moaning gets louder and his dick gets harder as I fuck his ass with my fingers until suddenly I hit the right spot.

"Fuck...yeah...right there." Remington moans.

With my other hand, I slap his ass and he arches his back as he gets clouded by the pleasure. Without warning, I remove my fingers from his hole making him whine for more.

Taking hold of his hair again, I sit him back on his haunches and take off my underwear before settling myself in front of him. He sits there just taking in the view before him, waiting for his next instruction.

"It isn't going to lick itself, bitch. Get on with it." I order.

He bends down and nestles his head between my legs. At first he gently teases my clit before pushing his tongue into the depths of my wet hole. He takes his time to please me, eventually taking some initiative and using his fingers inside me with his tongue on my clit.

"Yes, fuck yes!"

I scream in pleasure as I grasp at his hair as I begin to cum. Me writhing in pleasure on the bed, I'm sure it is turning Dom on to watch as I see him have to adjust himself out of the corner of my eye. I'm not sure how he can just sit and watch without getting involved, he's obviously turned on.

I order Remington to lick my ass which he does without hesitation but keeps his fingers inside my pussy as his tongue probes my ass. I'm fast approaching orgasm again thanks to Remington's amazing tongue skills and his fingers stroking my G-spot. Cumming again, hard and loud, I soak his hand and face where I'm getting so wet.

"Jesus Christ! I fink you should change your name from Remington to 'rimming-ton' the way you made her cum like that!" Dom interjects from the chair, with a chuckle and a smirk as he palms his own erection through his trousers.

Remington grins, but I'm still gasping for air after that orgasm. Lifting his head by his hair, I decide that I need to fuck him, I just have to, I'm too turned on not to. Pulling him up the bed until he's on his hands and knees above me, I bring his face down to mine and kiss him firmly, exploring his mouth with my tongue.

"Lie on your back." I tell him as I move aside. He lays down carefully, wincing as his wounded back touches the sheet but eventually settling. Straddling his hips, I grind my slit against his hard cock. Shimmying down his legs, I bring his legs up by the knees and push his legs open with my hands so that I'm between his legs.

Teasingly, I lick from his balls up the length of his shaft and roll my tongue around the tip. Taking his cock in one hand, I penetrate his ass with 2 fingers from the other hand and he pants and groans as I stroke up and down his erection and tease his prostate at the same time.

"You've been so good Remington. Do you want more, slut?"
"Yes, please Mistress. Please." he almost begs.

Adding a third finger to his ass causes his breath to catch in his throat and when I lick up the glistening drops of precum on his tip he whines in ecstasy. I wrap my lips around the head of his dick and slowly work my way down it until his tip is down the back of my throat. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck his cock, bobbing my head up and down while fucking his ass with my 3 fingers. He shrieks and grabs handfuls of the sheet below him to try and keep himself grounded.

From the throbbing of his dick, I could swear he is going to cum soon, so I stop all of what I'm doing
From the throbbing of his dick, I could swear he is going to cum soon, so I stop all of what I'm doing. He mewls desperately as my fingers leave his ass and my mouth leaves his cock. I have to fuck this man, I need to.

I straddle his hips again and line his tip up with my slit. Taking his whole length in one go makes me cry out as the tip hits my G-spot.

"Fuck me. Now." I order him.
"Yes, Mistress."

There's no way I'm doing the work. If he's my sub, he can do it. Grabbing on to my hips to steady them, he thrusts upwards towards me, pushing himself deep inside me. Thrust after thrust, he hits my G-spot every time and within a minute I am screaming at the top of my lungs as another orgasm crashes over my body, wave after wave. Remington is getting close to cumming too as he shouts and groans loudly, gripping my hips tighter as he thrusts in to me.

I lean forwards and with one hand on his chest, I wrap my other hand around his throat, restricting his airway, but it doesn't stop the force or speed that he's fucking me with. I release my grip every time he starts to go purple, let him catch his breath, and then tighten my grip again, but he keeps fucking me.

How the hell has he not cum yet? It has felt like he's been close for the last 10 minutes with his throbbing cock and the noises he's making. I swear Dom is a mind reader because as I think that, he says,

"He won't cum until you order him to. He would hold it for hours if you wanted him to."

Ah, that makes sense now. I'm going to let him cum. Soon, but not yet. I want more. I order him to change positions so that he is on top of me. I climb off his hard cock, lay myself down on the bed and he climbs on top of me. As he pushes his full length in to me once more, I moan in pleasure and run my hands down his back, completely forgetting about his wounds. He winces in pain as I touch them which jogs my memory, and I feel the dampness from the blood on my hand.

Dom notices the blood on my hand.

"Lick it off then." he orders.

So I lick Remington's blood off my hand as he starts to fuck me. In a strange way, it turns me on. The metallic taste of the blood, the intimacy of Remington's vulnerability. I throw my head back as Remington passionately fucks me, kissing down my neck, moaning in painful pleasure as he forces himself to hold back his orgasm.

I start to feel the waves of another climax building up, the knot of electricity in my stomach. It starts to wash over me as Remington circles my nipple with his tongue and I run my fingers through his hair once more, pulling his head back hard as I shudder underneath him, his hips pushing hard forwards, thrusting his dick deep into me.

After my orgasm, I order him to take his cock out of me. I take hold of his erection in one hand and his balls in the other. I stroke up and down the full length of his shaft, rolling my thumb over the tip of his dick and spreading his precum all over the top each time I reach the end.

"Cum for me, Remington. I want you to cover me in your cum." I half whisper to him.

Immediately and without a word, he stops holding back and releases his orgasm. Almost instantly, his body shudders and he practically screams as the entrance to my pussy gets covered in his warm, white semen.

"Thank you, Mistress." he says after he's finished.
"Don't thank me yet, bitch. You need to clean it up." I say as I push his head down towards my pussy one last time.

Licking up his own cum from my slit, he swallows every drop. Once he's done, I pull his head up and push him away from me. He flops down on the bed, exhausted. I slide off the edge of the bed and walk over to Dom on the chair. He's still palming his own erection through his trousers, so either he's going to get himself off later, or I'm going to get round 2.

I sit my naked ass on his lap and ask if I did okay. He tells me that I did, but I could use some more practice. He says not to worry, he has something in mind. That gets my mind racing.

Remington is lying on Dom's bed, shattered from this evening, blood still oozing from his back, the sheet ruined as it is covered in his blood. I walk back to the bed, kneel down next to Remington and stroke his hair.

"You did amazing, Remington. You are such a good sub. Thank you."
"No, thank you, Mistress. And please, call me Remi."

He smiles, happy knowing that he's done a good job. I fetch the first aid kit from the bathroom and use disinfectant on the wounds on his back. He winces as I tend to his back, but he knows it needs to be done so he stays as still as he can.

Once I'm finished sorting out the wounds on Remi's back, I take Dom's hand and we go to my room to let Remi sleep in Dom's bed for the remainder of the night.

The minute my bedroom door closes behind us, Dom grabs me and kisses me as passionately as he did the first night that we had sex. Walking me backwards towards the bed, his tongue wrestling with mine, hands grasping at my hair and running all over my body.

Once his hands reach down to my butt, he picks me up with ease and I wrap my legs around his waist. Walking over to my bed, he climbs on to the bed on his knees and then lets me down so I'm lying on my back but with my legs still around him. He undoes the buttons on his trousers and pushes them down his hips. As usual, he isn't wearing underwear and his hard cock springs out of it's leather prison.

Leaning over me, I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance as he whispers in my ear,

"My turn."

Chapter 18

Pushing his hardness against my entrance, Dom nips his teeth across my collarbone and down towards my nipple. Grasping at my other breast with his hand, pinching my nipple between his thumb and finger, he can't contain himself any longer and slides the full length of his shaft into the depths of my pussy, groaning slightly as he thrusts into me.

"You're mine, my Princess. And I fooking love you." he whispers into my ear.

Lying on top of me, close, intimate, his hand clenches around my hair at the back of my head with love and passion. He caresses my skin, his fingers exploring up and down every inch of my body. The feeling it leaves behind is electric on my skin.

He makes love to me in a way he hasn't for weeks. With every slow but deliberate thrust of his hips, his tip hits my G-spot and slowly builds my orgasm. I feel a connection between us like I've never felt before.

I run my nails down his back as I begin to cum, digging them in to his skin causing him to flinch and sigh. I grind my hips up to meet his thrusts, pulling myself towards him with my legs which are still wrapped around his waist. My hand moves up to the back of his head, he pulls his head back into it, finding pleasure in the sensation of my fingers in his hair.

Hungrily, he kisses and bites at the skin on my neck, leaving small purple bruises at the base of my throat and on the top of my shoulder.

"I fucking love you too Dom." I exhale as my orgasm comes to an end.

Holding me close, he parts my lips with his tongue. As he explores my mouth and wrestles with my tongue, we roll so I'm straddling him. Grinding my hips back and forth, I feel the tip of his erection rubbing against my G-spot. As my clit presses against his public bone, he pushes his hips rhythmically up towards mine.

Little shots of electricity spark through my body from my clit, my climax building, my moans becoming longer, louder, more drawn-out. Dom groans and pants as his cock begins to throb inside me.

Both of us moaning, grunting, screaming, we cum at the same time, hard and loud, our bodies shuddering as we're overcome with wave after wave of orgasm.

Climbing my spent body off of his, I snuggle down beside him with my head on his shoulder, my hand on his chest, and one leg draped over his as we fall in to a blissful, contented sleep.

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[Time skip 1 week]

The last few days have been spent in a whirlwind of arranging support acts for Dom's tour. This has involved a lot of emails and phone calls which has meant I haven't been giving Dom as much attention as usual recently, for which I feel very guilty.

Fans went absolutely crazy when we announced that the main support act is none other than Palaye Royale.

Dom is getting so excited about tour already, but today is dedicated to getting a new merch supplier as the website supplier can't ramp up production enough to get us tour merch in time, so it's a day in the office for me. He's coming with me to mess around in the studio while I'm working and see what he can get laid down or written.

On my breaks, I've been popping in to see what Dom is up to. Over the course of the day, he has written two new tracks and recorded a few bits here and there for a variety of songs. The beauty of digital is that you can record things in bits and bobs, layer them, put it all together and then end up with an amazing finished song, you no longer need to sit in the studio and record the whole thing in one, unless you want to, of course.

After a successful day at the office, we have secured a new supplier and provided them with details of exactly what we want. They have guaranteed us that merch will be ready by the time we start rehearsals.

Dom and I go home, snuggle down in his room with a film and some of his amazing popcorn and just spend some quality time together.

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[Time skip 3.5 months to 1 week before tour]

Wow, thinking back on the last few months, we have been so busy recently.

Dom and I celebrated 5 months together at the beginning of this week. Dom cooked, he made steaks, and we had a beautiful candlelit dinner at home. It's just us and Ben living here now. Adam and Tom both moved out. This place is too big for 3 of us so we've been looking at places to move to. I think we found somewhere as Dom put in an offer yesterday so fingers crossed!

Today is the first day of rehearsals for tour. We've hired a warehouse in the middle of nowhere so the guys can practice to their hearts content, work out the set list, and fiddle with tech and stuff. I'm sitting in the office part of the warehouse with my laptop, doing my usual stuff for work while overseeing the boys and making sure that they don't fuck around too much! That's a whole job in itself when it comes to Dom.

Dom has a new drummer. His name is Ben, so we have 2 Bens and 2 Adams now. It can get confusing! I say Ben is a new drummer, he actually used to drum for Dom years ago when Dom was still performing as Dominic Harrison, so they go way back, but he's new to the Yungblud scene.

The Palaye Royale boys turn up to the warehouse for a bit of today's rehearsal. They're going to come in every day and take turns with Dom, rehearsing and practicing their set for the warm up.

Remington makes eye contact with me as soon as they arrive and gives me a big beaming grin as he leans in to give me a hug. Sebastian gives a polite smile and a quick hello hug. Emerson watches his brothers giving out hugs and then walks over to me with a slight side smirk on his face and a slightly raised eyebrow. As his arm wraps around me, he squeezes my waist and then he pulls away and greets the boys.

After watching their rehearsals, we all sit and have a few drinks with Sebastian, Remington and Emerson. Remington glances at me and smiles in an affectionate way but Dom catches him and glares at him causing Remi's eyes to fall to the floor instantly. It's clear to me that Dom is still very much in charge when it comes to Remi, but hopefully nobody else has noticed.

As we chat, Emerson keeps being flirty, making suggestive comments, touching my arm or my knee. Dom is paying more attention to the conversation than to Emerson, but I see him eyeing me up and down like a hungry tiger watching it's prey.

We decide to move the drinks back to the bar at the hotel Sebastian, Remington and Emerson are staying at. Once back at the hotel, we all continue drinking and chatting. It's quite a large group of us with the 3 Palaye guys, Dom, me, both Bens, Adam and Tom, but the hotel don't seem to mind.

My phone rings and it is y/f/n. I answer it but then decide to go outside as it's rather noisy in here. While I'm on the phone, Emerson and Dom come outside and light up a joint. After a couple of puffs each, they offer it to me. I finish up my conversation with y/f/n, take the joint and take a pull. It's good stuff and it starts getting me high pretty quickly as we share the rest.

Smirking at me slightly, Emerson gives me the same hungry look he was giving me in the bar. Dom notices this time and whispers to me,

"You're becoming a good dominant. Set him straight, he can't flirt with my girlfriend. You know what to do."

"Where's your room, Emerson?" I ask, very up front.
"326." he gestures towards the hotel door, allowing me to go first like the gentleman that he is. Dom follows us in but diverts back to the bar to join the rest of the group.

Striding down the corridor, I try to plan out my strategy in my head. Emerson unlocks his hotel room door, we walk in, and he starts to caress my arm immediately. Turning around to face him, I raise my eyebrows at him, close the short distance between us and grasp his chin tightly in my hand, pulling his face down towards mine as he is nearly as tall as Remington and I'm not that tall, even in heels.

"You're overstepping, Emerson. I dominated your brother, put him in his place, and now I will do the same with you. Understand?"
"Yes, Y/N." he replies with a smirk.
"Mistress." I correct him.
"Yes, Mistress." he says with a slightly sarcastic tone.

Taking hold of his wrist, I pull him further in to the room and order him to get down on the floor. He does as he's told. Walking around him, wondering how I can improvise in a room that isn't mine, I realise this will be a challenge.

He reaches out to touch my thigh as I pause in front of him so I push his hand away and order him to take his top off. He removes his waistcoat and then his shirt, dropping them on the floor next to himself. I tell him to keep his eyes down as I remove my shirt, but I catch him peeking at me.

SLAP

I slap him in the face and order him again to keep his eyes down. He smirks again before putting his eyes down to the floor.

I lean down towards his face, bring his chin up with my hand so he's looking at me and ask him

"Are you going to be a good little pirate and get rewarded, or are you going to be bad and be punished?"
"Oh, I'll be good, Mistress." he says, but that smirk is still on his face. He's cockier than his brother.

I kiss his lips, and he cheekily tries to push his tongue into my mouth. I bite it to remind him that I am in charge here, not him. Pulling him up by his chin, I bring him up to his knees before walking back around him and slapping his ass, hard. He doesn't even flinch.

Ordering him to strip, he gets to his feet, takes everything except his boxers off and sits on the edge of the bed. I step to him and push his shoulders so that he falls back until he's laying down. Not saying a word, I point at the middle of the bed and he shuffles over so he's lying down the middle of the bed.

I'm really having to improvise here, because I'm still a relative novice when it comes to topping and I don't have any 'equipment' with me. I walk to the foot end of the bed, take my hair tie out, letting my hair fall around my shoulders, then stretch it between my 2 hands. Letting go of one side, I let it hit the bottom of his foot, hard. He winces. Finally, something that seems to phase him.

After a few more twangs from my hair tie, I pull his boxers down slightly to reveal his semi-hard cock, then remove my skirt and straddle him. Sitting above him in just my bra, panties and stockings, I feel his dick grow harder so I lean forward and begin to wrap my hand around his throat.

"You like what you see, pirate?"
"Fuck yes."

SLAP

I slap him in the face for a second time, for forgetting his manners and not using my title.

"That's for not calling me Mistress."
"Sorry, Mistress." he says, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice again.

I circle my hips so that my crotch grinds against his erection. He reaches down and takes hold of my hips but I grab his wrists and pin his hands above his head. He isn't behaving well enough for me to reward him yet, I'll need to tease and discipline him some more first.

Wriggling down the bed, I take his shaft in my hand and gently stroke up and down the length. A slight groan escapes his lips when I tease my tongue up the frenulum on the underside of the head of his dick.

Flicking my tongue over the slit on the tip results in a sigh from him and he reaches his hand down to tangle his fingers in my hair. Again, I slap his hand away, then stop what I'm doing and climb up to straddle him once more.

"Did I say you could touch, bitch?"
"No, you didn't, Mistress."

Again, with the sarcastic tone.

"You need to behave yourself. Do what you're fucking told. Do you understand?" I ask, leaning over him and speaking close to his face.

"Yeah, I understand." he replies, again without calling me by my title.

"Are you going to learn, or not? It's Mistress to you." I say as I go to slap him once more.

He catches my wrist to stop the slap. Before I know what's happening, he has picked me up, stood up, and put me back down so we're both standing on the floor by the bed. He then grabs me by my throat and marches me backwards across the room until my back hits the wall with a hard thud. A smile creeps across his face as he bends slightly so his face is in front of mine.

"You are becoming a good dominant, Dom isn't wrong there. But I'm gonna show you how it should be done." he says in a ravenous, low-pitched voice as he holds me against the wall by my neck.

Fuck. How did he hear what Dom whispered to me? I didn't think Dom was that loud. Emerson must have amazing hearing.

Continuing to hold my throat, he leans in to kiss me, leading with his tongue, not attempting to be anything other than rough and domineering. I reciprocate, pushing my tongue back towards his.

"Fucking slut." he practically spits the words at me.

Removing his hand from my throat and gripping my hair roughly in his other hand, he marches me halfway across the room to the desk. Bending me over and pushing my face on to the hard wood surface, he uses the other hand to open the desk drawer. He removes the Bible from the drawer, brings it up in the air and smacks it down on my ass cheek. I yelp and jump from the sting.

"Misbehave, do something I don't like, you get punished. You will do everything I tell you, you will not complain, you will not orgasm unless I tell you that you can. For the next couple of hours, I'm your master. Understood?" he says calmly, only a few inches from my face.

I nod, unsure of the depths I've gotten myself into here.

Standing behind me, Emerson places the book on my back as a reminder to behave before he slides his fingertips over the soft skin of my ass cheeks. Releasing his grip on my hair, he uses both hands to rip my panties at the sides and tear them off me.

Slowly tracing the seam on the back of my hold-up stocking, he brushes his finger up my leg and continues up until he reaches my already damp slit. He teases up and down the lips between my legs.

Squatting down behind me, he holds my ass cheeks in each hand as he gently licks at the wetness coming from inside me. Standing back up, I feel his erection pressing against me. He takes his cock out of his boxers and brushes the tip up and down against my lips. I begin to sigh and moan slightly from the pleasure he is causing me. He stops.

Grabbing me by my hair again, Emerson drags me off the desk, the book falling off my back as I move. Dragging me around the room, he collects a few things as we go and throws them to the bed before he pushes me down to the bed.

Straddling my waist, he uses a couple of his neck scarves to tie my wrists to the corner bed posts. Then he picks up the small penknife that is attached to a pocket watch chain which he wears on his waistcoat and cuts my bra in the middle at the front to expose my breasts.

Leaning over me and running his thumb over lips, he follows that with another forceful, dominant kiss which I moan in to.

Working his way down my body, starting at the top of my neck, he licks and kisses my soft skin. Every so often he bites, really hard, leaving teeth marks. After the first one I scream and get a sharp slap from the Bible on the inside of my left thigh, so I restrain myself and whimper, albeit loudly, at each bite.

Gently dipping a finger into my pussy, he seems satisfied with how wet he's made me already so inserts a second finger and then quickly afterwards a third. Stretching me, he probes deeply as I begin to moan, his thumb rubbing over my clitoris as I get closer and closer to climax.

Feeling the clench of my muscles, seeing me grasp the sheet, hearing me moan, he knows I'm feeling an orgasm building. He smirks again, continues until I'm on the edge of orgasm and then removes his hand from my body.

Hearing my small moan of protest over him doing that to me, he says

"I told you, you cum when I tell you that you can. And don't complain."

Bringing the Bible down rapidly on the tender skin of my inner right thigh, I whine against the stinging pain it causes.

Emerson climbs off the bed and walks around the room, maintaining eye contact with me.

"I know you dominated Rem. We tell each other everything." he tells me.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! So he knows exactly what I did to Remi. How I tied him, whipped him, fingered him, made him fuck me and then lick up the mess. I'm suddenly embarrassed and my cheeks flush red.

He walks back to me, straddles my hips again and, holding my chin between his finger and thumb, says,

"Aww is the budding top getting shy?"

He trails his fingertips down my neck, over my collarbone, down the centre of my chest. As he starts to crawl down my body, he replaces the finger touch with light kisses down my stomach.

Reaching the base of my stomach, he pulls my legs up by my knees and then pushes my knees apart to spread my legs. Looking out of the tops of his eyes at me, he kisses his way down the top of my inner thigh before placing another hard bite on the tender skin.

I scream at the stinging pain and grip the bedpost as he grabs the book and bring it down sharply on the other thigh, causing me to whimper, fearful of another strike.

"I said behave." Emerson reminds me, not that he needs to. "Tell me you understand."
"I understand, Master."
"Good girl."

Finishing his sentence, he lowers himself to my thigh once more and licks across the extra sensitive skin that he just struck with the book. Having worked his way up my leg, he begins to gently lap at the moisture that is seeping from inside me. Pushing his tongue into me causes me to gasp in pleasure and bite my lip.

Licking and probing, his tongue gets me so turned on. Using my natural wetness for lube, he easily slides 2 fingers inside me, replacing his tongue with them and moving his tongue to my clit.

He deftly finds my G-spot with his fingertips and strokes it with a curling motion. As he licks over my clit, I feel the start of the familiar knot deep in my stomach. Slowing building, he continues to lick and probe, my head throws back as I gasp and moan.

My hands wrap around the bedposts as I try to restrain myself from the orgasm straining it's way to the forefront. The muscles inside suddenly clamp down on Emerson's fingers as the climax hits me suddenly like a brick wall, lightning shooting up and down my spine.

He stops pleasuring me mid orgasm.

SMACK

The Bible strikes my inner thigh as my orgasm falters in its tracks from the sudden lack of stimulation.

"You need to learn self control." Emerson smirks at me as he wipes my wetness from around his mouth and chin with his hand.

Leaning over me and undoing the scarves that have been restraining my wrists, he then drags me by my hair to the centre of the floor and orders me to my knees. Realising exactly what he wants me to do, I reach up and shimmy his boxers down over hips to expose his hard member and receptively open my mouth.

Looking up at him while I take his length in my mouth, he groans as I hollow my cheeks. Pausing only to lick around the head of his cock and over the slit once in a while, I suck all the way to the base of him, having to really focus so I don't gag.

By the time he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my mouth off his dick, I can taste the saltiness of pre-cum. Pulling me to standing, he marches me in front of him back to the desk and once again pushes my face into the hard wood, bending me over as he stands behind me.

In one swift thrust, he buries his full length in my pussy making me moan. Moving his hips back and forth, his movements slow a little momentarily and I glance back to see him removing his neck scarf. He leans over me and wraps the scarf around my throat before straightening back up and continuing to thrust his length into me whilst keeping one hand on the scarf at the back of my neck.

His other hand hovers at the base of my spine on my ass cheek.

Ptui

I feel the spit hit my asshole but before my brain can process, he slides a finger in. Keeping fucking my wet pussy, he begins to finger my ass, first with one finger then adding a second. My moans increase in volume and he gives a slight pull on the neck scarf around my throat to tighten it.

As my orgasm builds yet again, I wish it to subside. But the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my moist depths combined with his fingers violating my ass only serves to bring me steadily closer to breaking his rules again.

As the first wave of orgasm washes over me and I yelp with the overwhelming feeling, Emerson tightens the scarf a little more until I cannot make any noise, cannot even breathe, but he doesn't stop fucking me.

Once the orgasm subsides, he releases his grip on the scarf and slaps my ass cheek so fucking hard he gasps himself as it stings his hand.

"You need to learn restraint." he says as he removes his fingers and cock from my holes.

He goes and lies down on the bed and then orders me to straddle him. I do exactly what I'm told.

"You are going to ride me, and you're not going to cum. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."

So I reach down and grab his erection and lower myself onto him. Riding him, I start by just bouncing myself up and down, a movement that I know will make me take a little longer to cum. It doesn't take him long to realise what I'm trying to do, and he orders me to ride him the way I would if I wanted to cum.

I change the way I'm riding, grinding back and forth instead so my clit presses against his pubic bone and his length is entirely inside me, his tip pressing my G-spot.

As I feel myself getting close, he reaches up and grabs the neck scarf around my throat and tightens it so I can't breathe again.

"Don't you dare! Hold it." he orders.

So I hold it. After about a minute, my brain starts to fog right before he releases the scarf, everything swims back in to clarity and my orgasm subsides slightly. I almost stop grinding and riding him, but he orders me to keep going.

I do as I'm told as keep grinding back and forth on him, orgasm building again. My breathing speeds up again, giving it away along with the moans, so he tightens the neck scarf again until I quiet down because I can't breathe.

"No. I said no!" he enforces.

Again, I hold it. Everything begins to go foggy again and he releases his grip on the scarf completely, almost like he knows exactly when to let go. My climax wains once more as clarity comes back.

Suddenly, I am on my back. He doesn't even give me the chance to get off him, he just holds my hips to his and flips us both over, his member still buried in my core.

He lifts my knees, bringing my legs up until my ankles are on his shoulders. Slamming his full length hard into me with every thrust, he tightens the neck scarf around my throat once more as he feels my climax growing, the walls around him throbbing. I know now to hold myself back and I grasp at the sheet until everything begins to cloud again. He releases the scarf and continues to pound into my now soaking wet hole.

"Good girl." he praises, knowing I withheld my orgasm without a reminder.

Leaning down to my face, he kisses me, passionately not domineering, cupping the side of my face in his palm. I kiss him back, my hands running through his hair as he changes his pace and angle slightly to slower, focussed, deliberate thrusts that are aimed to stroke my G-spot with the head of his cock.

My fingers tangle through his long, dark locks as I try to pant back the beginning of another orgasm. He moves to kissing my neck, my fingers still entwined in his hair, the warm knot rapidly building in my stomach. As my muscles start to contract down on his length as he pushes in and out of me, I know he knows I'm close.

"Cum for me then, Doll." Emerson whispers into my ear between kisses.

Having had permission, I let go and one of the longest orgasms I've ever had begins. Primal, animalistic noises escape my vocal chords between pants, my back arches, every single muscle in my entire body contracts as the waves of orgasm storm through me like a tsunami.

I feel the extra effort he is putting in to every thrust and hear the strained groans and I realise he is holding back his climax to allow me to cum. The moment my orgasm is finished, he pulls out of me, rises on to his knees and puts his hand behind my waist, sitting me up in front of him.

With just a few strokes of his cock with his hand, his body begins to shudder as he groans and ejaculates in to my open mouth and over my face.

Exhausted, I fall back on to the mattress. Emerson fetches a towel, wipes his cum off my face and lays down on the bed beside me to catch his breath.

Sitting up, he removes his neck scarf from my throat and ties it back around his own neck then lights a joint and takes a few pulls. Picking up his phone, joint still in his mouth, he texts Dom,

'She's broken. Come and get her.'

When Dom arrives, Emerson greets him at the door, having put his boxers and trousers back on.

"What the fook happened?"
"You told her to top me. She tried. She failed."

Dom comes over and kneels down next to the bed. Gently stroking my hair, he looks at me sympathetically and asks Emerson if there's a spare blanket or something in the room. As Dom scoops me up in his arms, naked bar my stockings, Emerson comes back with his big, black fur coat and covers me over with it.

Dom carries me back to our room and puts me in our bed, then takes Emerson's coat back to him. I start to fall asleep, but I feel Dom kiss my head and snuggle in behind me when he gets back as I fall in to an exhausted sleep.

Chapter 19

[A/N this chapter involves knife play, blood kink, self harm and inflicted harm. There will be a trigger warning before that part starts. If these things are triggering to you, please skip that section]

Dom, his crew, and the Palaye Royale boys have been in rehearsals for several days now. I'm still spending more of my time trying to corral their boisterous mischievousness rather than doing the office side of my job, and to be honest it is exhausting! Their energies just bounce off each other, it's like herding cats, and it is just impossible!

I am still getting hungry looks from Emerson, which I'm trying to ignore, since he turned the tables on me 5 days ago. Don't get me wrong, it was very fucking good, but I was woefully unprepared. I know Dom has noticed as he told me that he had a quiet word with Emerson about it, but I am hoping nobody else has noticed because Dom talking to him doesn't seem to have stopped the looks.

The first night of the tour is in 2 days time and the guys all sound pretty good now, most of the setlist has been decided for both Dom and Palaye although there are final changes going on today, swapping some songs in and others out and changing the order they're in. We head out tomorrow to get to the first city with time to spare so we can relax.

After rehearsals, we go back to the hotel. I really would like a quiet one tonight as we've all either been down in the hotel bar or out at some bar or restaurant every night so when Dom and I get into our room, I change into my silk camisole and shorts. I sit on the bed and turn the TV on to chill while Dom goes for a shower before he goes to join everyone else. Mindlessly, I half watch whatever programme is on.

When he gets out of the shower, Dom flops onto the bed next to me on his back and sighs. Absentmindedly, I start stroking his damp, bright red hair as I sort of watch the programme on the TV but don't really pay attention to it. Dom rolls onto his side to face me and wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me in towards him.

"I fooking love you Y/N. You know that, right?"
"Of course I know babe. What's wrong?"
"Nofing, my Princess. Everyfing is right when I'm with you."

He starts planting little kisses down the side of my ribs as I keep stroking his hair. His hand wanders as he kisses, caressing the soft skin of my thighs but purposely avoiding the folds between my legs to tease me. As he brings his hand up underneath my camisole to my breast, cupping it as he pinches my nipple slightly between his thumb and finger, I look down at him and notice that the towel covering him after his shower is now becoming a tent as his hardness grows.

With the towel still wrapped around his waist, he straddles me and sits on my legs, leaning down and kissing me hungrily as he cups my face in his hands. Entwining his hands in my hair, his tongue pushes into my mouth, wrestling mine for dominance. Both of us breathing rapidly, hearts beating faster, my hands explore his biceps, shoulders, pecs, then down his stomach to the top of the towel before I reach around him and grab a handful of his ass cheeks.

He reaches down to grab the bottom of my camisole and pulls it frantically off over my head before bending to kiss my neck and shoulders. We both wriggle down the bed so I'm lying on my back and he's still straddling me, the towel still peaked over his erection.

We both wriggle down the bed so I'm lying on my back and he's still straddling me, the towel still peaked over his erection
Climbing his way down my body he places kisses all the way down combined with licks, gentle nibbles and love bites. Reaching the waistband of my shorts, he pulls them desperately down my legs and I kick them off my feet.

Lapping his tongue rapidly over my clitoris, he presses 2 fingers to my opening and slides them into me. Curling the tips of his fingers inside me, he teases my G-spot while running his tongue over my clit. Grasping the sheet with one hand and the hair on the back of his head with the other, my climax builds and little shocks of electricity pulse around my body as the sensation takes over.

Breathing heavily, heart pounding as my orgasm begins to subside, Dom makes me gasp by gently removing one of his fingers from my pussy and sliding it into my anus. Keeping his fingers inside my holes, he kisses and nibbles his way back up until he reaches my lips, shrugging off his towel on the way.

Kissing me, biting my lip, he continues to use his fingers on me as he brings me closer to orgasm once more by adding in his thumb rubbing rhythmically over my clit. When my breaths become shallow again, he removes his fingers from me and swiftly plunges the full length of his rock hard shaft into the depths of my wet hole, taking my breath away completely.

My arms wrap around him, nails digging into his back as I cum loud and hard from the persistent thrusts. The waves recede and he pushes himself up on his elbows and looks down at me. His pupils dilated, he smiles his cute grin at me and kisses me. My hands rest on his biceps as he continues to kiss me and thrust himself into me.

Dom's breathing starts to become ragged, his rhythm becomes irregular, his cock begins to throb inside me and I know he's fast approaching his own climax. Nipping at his bottom lip, I change the angle of my hips slightly so that he penetrates me very slightly deeper, and I instantly nearly hit the roof with pleasure, gripping tight to the muscles in his upper arms.

As we both reach the peak of our climax at the same, both of us breathing heavily, moaning loudly, I feel something almost spiritual. I know I love him but suddenly it's like Dom is the other half of me that I've been missing. I don't know how it has taken me this long to realise this, or why it hit me right now, but as I wrap my arms around his spent body that has collapsed on top of me, I sigh contentedly.

"Love you babe." he says, giving me a quick kiss before getting off me and starting to get dressed.
"I love you too, more than you know." I reply.

I grab my pyjamas and pop them back on as Dom leaves to go down to the bar to join the lads. I doze off still half watching the TV.

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[Time skip of a month]

Tour kicked off on 10th September in Manchester, we've flitted back and forth between UK and mainland Europe for the last month doing a lot of the major cities. There is still another month to go though as the last date of the tour is 13th November. It's a 36 date tour, but with the odd day in between venues, it has ended up being spread over 2 months.

I'm having so much fun, as are Dom and all the guys. Don't get me wrong, it is very hard work as I try to help with setting up the stage equipment, sound checking, taking it all down and so it can be hauled it to the next venue. Because of the back and forth schedule, we even have a European crew who are driving one lot of Dom's and Palaye's equipment between European venues and a separate UK crew who are driving another lot of Dom's and Palaye's equipment between UK venues, so that we don't have to worry about lugging everything back and forth or things getting lost en-route.

Tomorrow is a day off after tonight's sold out show in Budapest. The Palaye boys said that they're planning to head out and admire the architecture; Emerson is a big admirer of beautiful buildings and culture. Dom said that he'd like to go as well, so I will too, and we can both learn about the history and culture of Budapest.

On and off all tour, I've been chatting a lot with Remi. He seems to really open up to me, and I like to listen. He's becoming a really good friend. He tells me about his childhood and ex girlfriends. Poor guy has really been through the mill. We bond over a love of Supernatural, Marvel and Harry Potter, and have agreed to cajole Dom into a Supernatural marathon of our favourite episodes after the gig tonight.

Once we're back at the hotel, Remi and I practically drag Dom up to mine and Dom's hotel room. Dom sits on one side of Remi and I sit the other. Having explained the main plot of Supernatural to Dom on the way back, we start to put on our favourite episodes. Dom seems to enjoy them, but keeps glancing at the interaction between Remi and I, us both essentially fangirling over Dean Winchester.

Remi looks over at Dom with the respect and lust of a horny submissive looking at their master and then rests his hand on Dom's thigh. Dom almost scowls at him and I furrow my brow at them, wondering what is with the animosity between them. Surely he isn't jealous? Maybe he just wants to assert his dominance.

When Remi gets up to use the bathroom, Dom leans in towards me.

"You know I love you, don't you Princess?" he asks.
"Of course. Is everything OK?"
"More than OK. Are you up for some fun tonight, my love?"
"Always, babe. But later on, yeah?" I reply with a smile.

As Remi comes out of the bathroom, Dom gets up and strides across the floor towards him. Remi is standing there, looking very confused as to why Dom looks so stern and dominant. Dom reaches up and grabs a handful of Remi's spiky black hair, dragging him into the main room, and throws Remi to the floor.

Remi adjusts himself so he's on his knees, waiting for a command from his master. He obviously knows the drill by now. Dom looks at me, snaps his fingers and points at the floor. It takes me a moment to realise that he means that he wants me on my knees on the floor as well; I haven't been doing this as long as Remi has. I get up and close the distance between myself and Remi and then drop to my knees beside him.

"Remington, you will do EXACTLY what I tell you."
"Yes, Master." Remi replies.
"And Y/N, you will take everything that is dished out to you without complaint or refusal."
"Yes, Sir." I reply, nervously.

Remi and I are both naturally submissive; I can top if the mood takes me, but I think Remi is entirely a bottom. So it takes us both a little by surprise when Dom takes his belt off and orders Remi to use it to restrain my hands, although of course Remi does so immediately and I don't fight it. He ties them in front of me so I still have some movement.

"Take her throat in your hand, pull her to her feet, and throw her on the bed. Then strip her." Dom orders Remi.

Remi does exactly what he's told, holding me by my throat, walking me backwards and pushing me on to the bed. He pulls my top up my arms as far as it'll go with my hands tied, and inches my jeans down my legs until he drops them to the floor.

With Dom barking the orders at Remi of what he wants him to do, Remi does what he's told and I don't fight him or act like a brat because I don't want him to get in trouble. First he pushes my hands above my head, then lifts my bra to expose my breasts before licking and biting my nipples causing me to gasp sharply.

Licking, kissing and biting his way down my body as instructed, he reaches my crotch, pulls my panties aside, and begins to probe between my labia with his tongue. Once I'm moaning and visibly turned on, Remi is ordered to penetrate me with two fingers which he does with ease since I'm already wet from where his tongue was exploring inside me.

With Remi nipping at my clit as he pushes his digits into my core, Dom almost shouts,

"Stop messing about Rem. You're 'The Vampire' - bite her for fook sakes."

Rem sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my inner thigh making me swear loudly and grab a handful of the pillow under my head. Moving his tongue back to my clit, his nips turn into harder nibbles; not quite full bites, but enough that I'm sucking air between gritted teeth each time.

The pain and pleasure combination from the bites and his fingers pushing in and out of me start to swell the knot of orgasm inside me. I become breathless as it builds.

"Make her cum." Dom tells Remi.

A small part of my brain thinks that is odd, Dom doesn't usually allow me to cum so quickly or easily, but the thought is blown away quickly as Remi curls the tips of his fingers against my G-spot and applies both suction from his mouth and direct pressure with his tongue to my clitoris and sends my consciousness into oblivion. I let out a loud yelp, almost a shout, as my climax peaks.

It's still unusual to me that he allowed me to cum. I remain puzzled as Dom whispers something in Remi's ear. Remi stands up, grabs my restrained hands, pulls me off the bed and pushes me to the floor. I land in a sitting positing, slightly shocked, and Remi moves me until I'm lying on my back on the floor and then adjusts his position over me and sits more upright on his knees, slightly leaning over me.

In that position, after pushing 2 fingers back inside me, he changes what he's doing with his fingers; no longer curling the tips of his fingers on to my G-spot or sliding them in and out of me.

"I've never done this, Master. I've only seen it done." Remi says to Dom, a little sheepishly.
"Just do it." Dom barks back.

Now I'm nervous. What has Remi not done before?

He starts to move his whole arm in a sort of up and out then down and in motion, slowly at first, building speed gradually, so that his palm rubs against my clit and his fingers rub near to my G-spot but in a different motion than before.

I've never felt anything like this. It's strange and hard to describe, but it feels good. A feeling that is a bit like an orgasm, but more intense and not quite the same. It swells up inside me, my breathing becoming more rapid and heavy. The intensity ramps up more and more as his speed builds, I let out sighs at first and then moans as the feeling grows deep inside me, but no orgasm releases.

Remi keeps the fast pace of his arm, assaulting my G-spot in a way it never has been before. Suddenly my back arches in an involuntary movement and I release drawn-out scream as a gush of clear fluid cascades out of my pussy and soaks Remi's hand and wrist, the tops of my thighs, and the floor below me.

"Fook yes! Well done Remi, you made my little slut squirt!" Dom exclaims, proudly.
"Now fooking lick it up."

I squirted? That's what that was? I've never done that before. On command, Remi moves back down so his face is between my legs, so close to my slit that I feel his breath on my drenched vulva and legs, and as he begins to lap up the slick mess, Dom moves over to me and whispers in my ear,

"Well done, my love. You will be doing that for me in the future. But for now, you are going to be good and take every little bit of pleasure and pain that I make Remi inflict on you."
"Yes, Sir." I reply, obediently.

Standing up and walking around us, Dom begins to palm his erection through his trousers. He runs his hand over Remi's butt cheek and then sharply brings his hand down on it, slapping Remi hard. I see Remi tense on impact, but he doesn't make a sound so Dom repeats the action until a small squeak escapes Remi's lips.

"Her turn. Turn her over."

Remi rolls me over on the floor so that I'm on my front, my hands above my head, still tied. He raises his hand up in the air and brings it down with force on my backside, making me shriek.

"Again." Dom commands.

So Remi hits my ass again and I swear through gritted teeth, knowing that Dom wont be happy if I scream too much. 4 more times Dom orders Remi to slap my butt. Each time, I try to restrain my reaction but the swearing and screaming continues to get louder as the soft skin of my ass cheek becomes increasingly more sensitive with every hit.

"Get her hands behind her back."

Remi does as he's told untying my hands from above my head, taking my top off my arms where it still was from where he stripped me, and retying them behind my back. Then Dom instructs Remi to eat my ass, so Remi spreads my ass cheeks and begins to caress and probe my anus with his tongue. Dom tells Remi, after a few minutes of penetrating my ass with his tongue, to

"Get on top of her back and fuck her soaking wet cunt. Abuse her."

Remi obeys. At first he holds my arms behind my back as he slides the length of his already hard shaft into my core. Then, lays on me, pressing me down to the floor, wraps his hand around my neck and tightens his grip to slowly choke me while he pushes himself repeatedly into me.

The inability to move, the lack of breath, Remi's cock pounding into my G-spot all quickly combine and result in wave after wave of orgasm washing over me as my body shudders on the floor underneath Remi and gasps and strangled cries of pleasure escape from my throat.

[A/N knife play, blood kink, self harm, inflicted harm starts here. Please skip to the page break if these are triggering to you.]

As I finish cumming, Dom drops a small pocket knife on the floor next to me and tells Remi to pick it up. Remi reluctantly does what he's told, slowing his thrusts and staring nervously at the knife in his hand.

"The taste of your blood turned my little whore on last time. Give her another taste." Dom orders.

Remi stops thrusting, curls his left hand around the blade of the knife and pulling it across his palm as he winces from the pain. As he begins to fuck me again, still laid on my back, he puts his hand in front of my face for me to taste his blood.

Seeing the thick, maroon liquid oozing from his hand, a tear falls from my eye as the guilt overwhelms me, and I shake my head.

"Lick it off, whore." Remi orders, and it occurs to me that those were the first words he's spoken since Dom threw him to the floor.

Remi pulls my mouth open with the other hand, holds my chin and puts his bleeding palm to my open mouth. Tentatively, I touch the wound with my tongue and rediscover the metallic tang of his blood. As he speeds up his rhythm once more and continues to pound into me, I actively suck at the blood oozing from the cut on his hand. It does turn me on, I can't help it.

Another orgasm builds inside the depths of my wet hole as Remi pumps into it and his blood seeps into my mouth, and I moan into his hand as I cum.

Dom strips his trousers off, freeing his erection from the constraint of his trousers, then lays down on the floor next to me. He instructs Remi to get me on my knees straddling him. Remi takes his weight off me, lifts my hips so that I'm on my knees and, as Dom helps me to move my helpless top half, he helps me to shuffle sideways and straddle my boyfriend.

As I lie face down on Dom's chest, my chin on his shoulder, Dom reaches down and easily slides his erect penis between my soaked lips and deep into me and starts to slowly fuck me. He then orders Remi to pick up the knife again, which he does without hesitation.

"Cut her. On the back of her thigh or her ass, somewhere it won't show much."

Remi does hesitate now. He looks at Dom almost horrified that he wants him to inflict that much pain on me.

"You are 'The Vampire', right?" Dom questions, still sliding his cock in and out of me.

Remi furrows his brow but nods.

"Can't fooking hear you."
"Yes, Master. I am."
"SO FOOKING CUT HER AND DRINK HER BLOOD!" Dom shouts.
"Remi, it's ok. Do it, I'm fine." I say, trying to reassure him.

Remi nods. Straddling Dom's legs and kneeling behind me, he presses the knife to the flesh at the top of my right ass cheek and carefully drags the blade across my skin. The sting the cut radiates through my skin as the wound opens and begins to pour with my Ruby red blood. Remi bends, licks the trail back up to the laceration that he just made and closes his lips around it. Gently sucking, he drinks my blood as Dom's pace quickens.

Dom grabs the knife and drags it across his own palm, then puts his bleeding hand to my lips. Eagerly, I take the wound between my lips, licking it and sucking to drink on Dom's blood.

Letting out several moans, it's obvious that I'm turned on, my pussy becoming steadily more slick as I approach another orgasm. Before I get there, Dom orders Remi to stop and to start fucking my ass.

Ptui

Remi spits onto my asshole and guides the tip of his dick to the hole. With gentle pressure, he pushes himself in and begins to softly thrust. Little by little, he inches his way into my ass until his whole shaft is buried in my rectum.

As I continue to lap at the blood oozing from Dom's hand, Dom pounds into my pussy and Remi penetrates my ass. Beads of crimson get spread around my butt cheeks by Remi's hands as they both grip my ass and hips as he rails me, his left hand seeping his blood onto my left side, the wound on my right side leaking my blood onto my right.

"Cum. Now. Both of you." Dom orders us both.

The feeling of them both fucking me at speed makes me cum, screaming against Dom's hand and my body trembles in climax. Dom bites down on my neck which prolongs my orgasm. The muscles surrounding their cocks clench down on them both and they both grunt and groan, their dicks twitching, as they both shoot their sperm into my holes.

Remi releases my hands from Dom's belt behind my back.

"You're both a fooking mess. Go and shower." Dom tells us.

Remi and I head to the bathroom and when we get there we see what Dom means. My ass and hips are covered in both our blood, his hand is covered in his blood, his face covered in mine and my face covered in his and Dom's blood.

We turn the shower on and climb under the water together. I know the warm water stings the wound on my ass, and I expect it stings Remi's hand too, but they have both almost stopped bleeding now.

Once clean, we get out and wrap ourselves in towels. Dom has found the first aid kit that I insist on taking when we travel and he has bandaged his own hand. He patches me up with steri-strips and a dressing as I lie face down on the bed before moving on to Remi's hand and covers his wound with gauze and wraps his hand in a bandage.

I'm absolutely exhausted and start to doze while Dom is sorting out Remi's hand. I wake slightly as Dom climbs into bed so I shift myself onto my side and adopt my usual sleeping position with my head on his shoulder, hand on his chest and one leg draped over his. It comes as a surprise to me when Remi climbs in behind me and spoons me with his arm around my waist, but we soon fall asleep together.

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[A/N if you had to skip, it is safe to continue from here]

 

We are up bright and early the next morning, although Remi had to sneak to his room from ours without anyone seeing him so that he could change his clothes. Grabbing a quick breakfast in a local café, some of our group are hungover from drinks in the bar after the gig, and I'm sore from last night's activities, so most of us are wearing sunglasses despite it not being particularly sunny today. Luckily the coffee kicks in quite quickly and we all start to feel a bit better with the aid of some paracetamol. Nobody has question Dom and Remi's bandaged hands, or not in my earshot at least.

Emerson acts as a tour guide, leading the rest of us around the city of Budapest, pointing out interesting history, beautiful buildings, and immersing us in the culture. As we wander through City Park, Dom is talking to Emerson quite a bit, probably learning more about the history of Budapest because I know that Dom like history too, so I make small talk with Sebastian.

As we approach Vajdahunyad castle in the middle of the park, Dom comes over and takes my hand. He slows us down a little and the rest of the group walk slightly ahead of us, all chatting away. As we're going over the bridge, he sings softly,

"I'll love you all of my life,
"Until you close your eyes for good."

He stops walking as we reach the portcullis, and I notice the rest of our group ahead of us turn around as though they're waiting for us.

I look to my left at Dom, about to ask why he's stopped, when he drops to one knee, holds out a ring, and says,

"I love you, Y/N. Will you marry me?"

Chapter 20

"I love you Y/N. Will you marry me?"

I stand there, completely dumbstruck. Dom stays down on one knee, looking up at me , waiting for a response.

"Y/N? I said, I love you. Will you fooking marry me?" he says with a massive smile on his face.

My eyes widen and my hands fly over my mouth as the reality of what he's saying sinks in. I can't say a single word, I can barely think straight! All I can do is nod my head.

Dom reaches up, takes my left hand, and slides the ring he's holding on to my 4th finger. He stands up, wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me in for a soft, gentle kiss with his other hand on my cheek.

It's only then that I hear applause and cheering. Dom stops kissing me and we turn to our group, some of whom are clapping, a couple of them filming us on their phones, all beaming smiles at us. I grin back at them and a small tear of happiness rolls down my cheek. They all embrace us as we walk back over to them, congratulating us both.

We spend the rest of the day walking and finishing Emerson's guided tour of the city, then decide to go for dinner together at a lovely little restaurant. After mains but before desserts, I go to the toilets and am standing at the sink washing my hands and admiring the absolutely beautiful diamond and sapphire ring that Dom gave me when I hear raised voices outside through the window. I recognise them right away - Remi and Dom, and it sounds like they're arguing.

I want to diffuse whatever this is as it could potentially jeopardise the rest of tour, so I quickly leave the toilets and go back to the table and ask where Dom is, even though I already know. Sebastian tells me that he went outside for a smoke, so I go to the door and step outside. As I round the corner, I hear Dom trying to calm and reassure Remi, saying,

"Quit being a whiny little slut. Just because we're engaged doesn't mean the fun is gonna stop."

Dom notices me walk round the corner and come to an abrupt stop as I hear what he says to Remi and, looking at me over Remi's shoulder, he adds,

"Unless my Princess wants it to stop, of course."
"Of course I don't want it to stop, I'm still having fun. This ring shows our commitment to each other, the promise that we belong to each other. But it doesn't mean we can't still enjoy our sex life and share ourselves with others." I say, addressing them both.

Remi turns to face me as he hears my voice. He gives me a smile and pulls me in for a big hug. We all go back in to the restaurant, finish our meal with everyone, and go back to our hotel.

While Dom holds me in his arms with my head on his chest as we snuggle down in bed, I just need to talk to him. There's some things I need to straighten out now that we're engaged to be married.

"Babe, I want to understand, so bear with me. You've asked me to marry you and I feel like you get jealous sometimes, but you literally just told Remington tonight that we will still play and you'll still share me. I love to play, don't me wrong, but I don't get it."
"I don't know, my love. Yeah, I do get jealous. I can't help it. It's my insecurities about myself. And that makes me possessive when it comes to you."
"That I understand. But you contradict yourself. You're possessive over me and jealous when I'm getting fucked by other people, but you still want to share me. How does that work?"
"It is a massive turn on. The conflicting emotions in me, it all mixes together and I get fooking horny."
"Ok, I think I get it. I enjoy playing babe, I really do. But I'm always yours, you know I love you, right?"
"Of course I do. I asked you to marry me because I love you. I want to tell the world that you're mine. Sharing you; it turns me on. Knowing that no matter what anyone else does to you, you're mine at the end of it all."

I think that answered everything I wanted to know. So, I tell him I love him again, kiss his beautiful, plump lips, and roll over with his arms wrapping around me. I reach my arm up behind his head as he spoons in behind me and gently caress the back of his head. He moans softly. As I lay my arm back down in front of me, he places his lips to my shoulder and neck, kissing my delicate skin. Now it's my turn to moan, it turns me on so much when my neck is kissed. His arm snakes around my hip and he starts to tease my clitoris with the tips of his fingers.

Rolling slightly backwards towards him, leaning into his body with his kisses peppering my neck and shoulder, I part my legs very slightly to allow him better access to what he obviously desires. He slowly and gently pushes just one finger down from my clit to the slit between my legs and slides it inside. In and out, back up to my clit, back down again, in, out... he repeats the action over and over, penetrating me and rubbing my clit alternately.

As he realises I am beginning to get wet, he pushes a second finger inside to join the first one and curls the ends to tease my G-spot. At the same time, he presses the heel of his hand onto my clit with a slight circular motion. Quiet moans escape my throat, the knot of climax expanding deep inside me.

He doesn't give me the chance to cum, but removes his hand from its place between my legs and gets up onto his knees in between mine. As he lays his body over mine, his solid erection presses against the entrance that he just removed his digits from. With a slow, deliberate push, he penetrates me, sliding deep inside.

Slow rolls of his hips towards mine bury his member into my core repeatedly. I steadily approach the orgasm that was already building before and it isn't long until my body spasms as the electric waves pulsate through me. Once it is finished, I figure I'll surprise him a little.

Clenching my thighs around his hips and catching him off guard, I roll us both over so that he is lying on the bed and I'm on top of him. With my hands on his chest, I raise my hips and bring them back down. Staring me right in the eye, his hands creep up my thighs and around my butt cheeks, holding onto my shapely ass. Rising and falling, my hips building speed, I ride him until I begin to feel that familiar warmth intensifying. My head falls back as the sensation starts to wash over me, my body shudders and falters; I can't keep moving at the speed I need to maintain the orgasm while I cum. He instantly takes over, bucking his hips up towards mine, holding my hips and grinding me down onto his cock until my climax subsides.

Dom brings his left hand around to the front and starts to rub at my clit as I start to bounce on his dick again.

"Sit up, lean back a bit." he tells me, breathily.

As I place my hands on his thighs behind me, it gives him full access to do what he wants with his fingertips. Rubbing my clit harder and faster, he begins to rhythmically raise his hips towards mine, thrusting himself further in. With his right hand still holding hard onto my hip, the depth of the penetration hitting my G-spot, along with the persistent abuse my clit is receiving at the tips of his fingers, my breathing becomes rapid and shallow and my pussy twitches around his shaft as yet another orgasm grows. One glance down at his face is enough to show me that he is getting close as well, his brow furrowed, his eyes half closed, his pink lips slightly parted. With his hard cock throbbing inside my wet hole, my body tips over into ecstasy, all conscious thoughts have left my brain.

Once both our bodies are spent and we've caught our breath, I gently climb off and lay myself down next to him, adopting my usual sleeping position with my head on his shoulder and hand on his chest. He strokes my hair and kisses my forehead.

"I fooking love you, Y/N."
"I fucking love you too, Dom."

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It's Dom's last night of tour tonight. By some sort of miracle, the press hasn't managed to get hold of the fact that Dom and I are engaged and it's been a whole month! There were no other tourists around at the time he asked me, just us and our group, and none of us have shared anything online. I'm not even sure if we're going to make an announcement or anything like that. Every few spare minutes I get, I'm looking at wedding dresses and all of the various things you need to think about when planning a wedding. Once we're home from tour, we're going to try and find a venue, because I want the other things like flowers to compliment the venue.

The final gig goes well. Dom obviously doesn't want it to end as he throws in 2 extra songs that aren't even on the set list, just to prolong being on stage. And then stage dives during the last song of the night. He really can't help himself, although my heart is in my throat at the worry of him getting hurt doing things like that. Luckily the security team dive straight in behind him and make sure he crowd surfs his way back to the stage unharmed.

At the after party, there are people from management, people from the record label, all sorts of celebrities, and of course the Palaye Royale guys. Everybody drinks way too much, myself included although I don't let myself get as wasted as they all do because technically I still have a job to do. Loads of people hit the dancefloor. Dom drags me to dance, and by the end of the night I am exhausted having danced with the Palaye boys and Dom's entire crew.

Dom makes a rather drunken speech at the end of the party, thanking pretty much everyone on the planet. We make our way back to the hotel, so late that the hotel bar closed hours ago, and end up bringing Tom, Adam, Sweet Adam, both Bens, Remi, Emerson and Sebastian up with us to our suite to continue the party for the rest of the night. As it starts getting light, people start peeling off back to their rooms one by one.

Once Dom and I are alone in our room, I tell him I need to go to the bathroom before we crash into bed for a few hours. While I'm in there freshening myself up before bed, I hear Dom make a phone call. It's really early in the morning, but he may be chatting with Colson in the US or something where it is late night so I don't pay any more attention to it. I slip my lace camisole nightdress on and open the bathroom door. There, I find Dom standing in the middle of the floor, still dressed, with a devilish look on his face and a video camera in one hand.

"You up for some fun, my love?"
"Always! What did you have in mind babe?"
"Put your robe on. Come with me."

Confused, I put my robe on and Dom takes my hand and pulls me out of our room. Walking down the corridor, I am so puzzled what's going on and I keep trying to ask him but every time I do, he just gives me that same devilish smirk he gave me before.

"Babe, what is going on?" I demand, as his strides begin to slow.

Pulling me to a stop in a hotel corridor, he pushes me against a wall. Pressing his body in close to mine, he sweeps a strand of hair off my face, his thumb lingering on my cheek as it brushes across. He leans in to kiss me, invading my mouth with his tongue. As I lose myself in the passion of his kiss and thoughts of why I'm standing in a hotel corridor in my nightie starting to wane, he knocks 3 times on the door that we are stood next to so gently that I barely even register it.

"Ready?" he asks breathily, having barely taken his lips off mine.

I furrow my brow in confusion as the door beside me opens. Dom suddenly wraps his hand around my throat, pulls me sideways and then marches me backwards through the door. My eyes are on him and nothing else as he pushes me back into the room. When my legs hit the edge of the bed, he pushes me so that I fall back on to the mattress.

Turning his back to me, Dom walks towards the still open door. Either side of the door stand Remington and Emerson. As he approaches them, Dom throws the video camera he is holding to Emerson who catches it easily. Stepping through the doorway, Dom turns and says,

"Call me when you're done, I want to finish her off."

Turning to address me as he shuts the door after Dom leaves, Emerson states,

"Oh, we're gonna have some fun tonight."
"And you're gonna take it like a good little girl, isn't that right?" Remi follows up, and I nod obediently.

As Emerson starts to set up the video camera, Remi strides over to the bed. Still wearing the PVC trousers, leather harness, and one elbow high PVC glove that he wore on stage, he sits next to me and asks if I'm ok. I nod and give him a small smile. I cast my eyes down to the visible bulge of his crotch, surprised that it was already beginning to grow.

"If you wanna see my dick, just say so." he says with a cheeky grin on his face, making me blush a little.

He shuffles a little closer to me, gently pulls my hair to the side, leans in and places the gentlest of kisses on my neck and throat where Dom's hand was when he marched me into the room. I exhale softly as Remi's soft lips touch the delicate skin on my neck, he slides my camisole straps off my shoulders to expose my top half, and cups my bare breast in his hand. I respond in kind, running my finger tips up his PVC covered thigh until I arrive at the hardness inside.

Sliding his zip down and reaching inside, I grasp his erection in my hand. He stops kissing my neck and the hand that was cupping my breast snaps down and grabs my wrist.

"Not just yet, sweetheart." Remi scolds, and then chides me by biting the crook of my neck.
"Fuck!" I exclaim as the pain shoots through my nerves.

Leaning towards me in a domineering way, Remi moves to lie himself on top of me, holding me in place with his weight. The leather of his harness is cold against my chest. Reaching down underneath him, the fingers of his non-gloved hand find the wetness between my legs. Slipping 2 fingers into me swiftly before removing them, he brings his hand up, licks one of the fingers himself leaving the other still covered in the wetness from inside me.

"Damn, you taste good. Open your mouth." he tells me.

As I open my mouth, he puts the other finger into my mouth, making me taste myself. Clambering down my body, he positions himself between my legs. Grabbing my wrists and holding them at the sides of my hips, he starts to nibble at my clitoris. I begin to moan, enjoying the gentle nips from his teeth against the sensitive, pink button. Hearing this, he throws in a few licks and sucks, teasing me, lulling me into a false sense of security before he bites down almost as hard as he bit my neck.

I try my best to restrain the noise that unintentionally escapes from my throat. Remi grips my wrists tighter, then goes back to licks and sucks before releasing one of my hands and sliding 2 fingers back inside me. He continues to hold the other hand, gripping tighter as my noise increases as the warm tingle of orgasm starts to build. Curling his finger tips, he hits my G-spot and with the attention his tongue is paying to my clitoris, it makes me climax within seconds.

Emerson stays behind the camera, moving around to get better shots, occasionally palming his own erection through his blue and red striped suit trousers. Remi notices this as my orgasm comes to an end, withdraws all attentions, and walks over to Emerson. Remi whispers in his brother's ear and takes the camera from his hand.

Emerson removes his waistcoat as he strolls casually over to me and helps me up off the bed. As I stand, my camisole, which was already around my waist thanks to Remi, falls to the floor leaving me standing there completely naked. His eyes and fingertips both graze softly over my skin as they trace over my collarbones, down my breasts, around my nipples, and down the sides of my waist like he is appreciating a work of art.

"Give me your mouth." Emerson says to me in a low-pitched voice, so I drop to my knees.

Biting my lip in anticipation as he undoes the fastenings on his trousers, I look up and lock eyes with him. With his already hard penis straining against the material of his boxers, he struggles a little pulling his tight suit trousers off and swears softly under his breath as he finishes taking them off. I free his erection from his boxers, take hold of his dick in my hand as his boxers fall to the floor, and stroke my hand up and down the length a few times as I lick the very tip.

Caressing the side of my face as I lick him, he locks eyes with me and gives me an intense stare, like he's staring directly into my soul, then moves his hand slightly back so his fingers are in my hair as he gently pushes his hips forward so his cock enters my open mouth. Releasing my grip, I move my hand around to his side and place it on his hip. Maintaining the eye contact with him, I slide my mouth smoothly up and down his shaft with a steady rhythm.

He groans deeply in his throat as I take him deeper in my mouth, his tip hitting the back of my throat. My jaw is aching by the time I feel him twitching in my mouth, the head of his cock throbbing, and hear his breaths becoming shallower. I keep my eyes on Emerson's as Remi moves next to me at my face height, the camera close to my face. As Emerson starts to lose himself to his climax, Remi says to me,

"Show me."

I know what he means so I open my mouth and use my hand to stroke his ejaculation onto my tongue. Once he has finished, I turn to face the camera so he can see the full load of cum in my mouth before I close my mouth and swallow it.

Emerson doesn't bother to put his clothes back on as he takes the video camera from Remi's hand and backs off a little away from where I remain on my knees. Remi lifts my face with his hand under my chin and makes me look at him as he stands up in front of me.

"A little pain before the pleasure. Yes?"

I nod.

"On your hands and knees." he orders me.

Already being on my knees, I lean forwards until my hands are also on the floor. Grabbing one of Emerson's scarves, Remi folds it then wraps it around my head, tying it at the back, so that it covers my eyes. I hear the familiar click of a lighter. I sense Remi kneel down beside me. Then white hot drops of pain as candle wax drips onto the top of my back.

I can't help the small whimpers in my throat. I enjoy this kind of pain, stinging but temporary, but it is pain nonetheless. A line of wax is slowly dribbled from the nape of my neck all the way down my spine to my coccyx before it stops. I can hear Emerson's footsteps gently padding around, getting different angles with the camera.

SLAP

Remi smacks my butt cheek hard, then pours wax onto the stinging flesh. I yelp a little.

SLAP SLAP SLAP

He slaps the other side 3 times in quick succession, to get it really stinging and sensitive, and then pours more wax on it. I yelp again, a little louder. Remi gropes the first butt cheek now that the wax has dried as he starts to drip it up one side of my back and then back down the other, making me whimper a little from the sting. Then his hand moves to my pussy and he slides 2 fingers in with ease. He starts to pleasure me whilst causing me pain with the wax. I begin to throb around his fingers as he thrusts them in and out of me. Climax builds inside me, my whimpers turning to moans, my breathing shallows and quickens.

Before allowing me to orgasm, he stops. He takes the scarf off, then sets the candle down on a table and blows it out.

"Do you have your pocket knife, Emerson?" Remi asks his brother.

Emerson puts the video camera down on the table, still facing towards me, and goes to where he left his trousers. He picks them up, rummages in a pocket and hands the pocket knife to Remi before picking up the camera again. Remi flicks it open then gently begins to scrape away a little of the wax from my ass cheeks.

"Get on your back." Remi tells me.

Obediently, I lay down on my back on the floor. Remi positions himself between my legs once more and starts to graze the knife up my inner thigh with enough pressure to make it tingle but not enough to cut me. He carries on up my stomach, around the curve of my breasts, slightly more gently around my nipples making them harden at the touch, and up to the base of my throat. The sensation of the knife as it moves across my skin makes me squirm, bite my lip, and moan softly.

"Hold still." he orders me.

I'm a little scared, but do exactly as I'm told. He skims the knife back down my body in the same way he did going up, causing my skin to tingle at the touch of the blade but I make sure I keep still. As he reaches the top of my inner thigh, he puts the pocket knife down. Pushing his face between my legs, he teases my clit with his tongue again.

Emerson gets the camera right in Remi's face, showing exactly what his brother is doing to me. This time using the hand with the PVC glove, Remi presses 2 fingers against my already slick entrance and they slide inside. Having PVC clad fingers inside me isn't a horrible sensation, but it is one that I'm not used to so I wriggle a little as I get used to the feeling.

Remi fake clears his throat as a reminder to me to keep still. Then he curls his finger tips and starts to abuse my G-spot while keeping his tongue on my clit. I begin to moan again, the pleasure clouding my head, my pussy pulsating around his fingers as I get closer and closer. It isn't long before I'm practically screaming at the peak of my orgasm.

As my head clears and I open my eyes, Remi sits up and moves the position of his hand slightly to one I recognise from last time when Dom made him dominate me. He changes the angle and movement of his fingers deep within me.

With his PVC covered digits working away in my moist pussy, I feel a not unfamiliar feeling creep up on me. I exhale heavily and moan loudly as he makes my pussy gush clear liquid all over his hand. Once his gloved hand is soaking wet, he slides a third finger into me, thrusting them in and out.

Still moaning at the onslaught I am receiving, he slides in a fourth finger and continues pushing them in and out, over and over. He can see I'm getting breathless and decides to up the ante even more. He stops thrusting his fingers into me, curls his thumb in and slowly but firmly pushes into me. His gloved hand and my pussy both slick wet from where he made me squirt provide all the lube he needs as he slides his hand into me.

Once he is inside up to his wrist, he thrusts carefully and gently with his arm, pushing his fist back and forth. My back arches as my breath catches in my throat and my eyes close. I can't describe the feeling; being stretched so much, being so full inside, the intensity of it all. A hand firmly pushes on my chest, forcing me back down to the floor, and I open my eyes to see Emerson standing next to me with his hand between my breasts, camera still pointed at my crotch.

Being physically held down while being violated by a PVC glove-covered hand is quite a turn on for me, it turns out. I cum without warning, moaning so loud I'm virtually screaming, the walls inside me clenching down on Remi's hand to the point he can barely move.

As soon as my orgasm ends and I unclench, Remi removes his hand from my pussy, removes the glove and throws it towards the bathroom. Emerson stops pressing down on my chest as I lay there trying to catch my breath. He hands the camera to Remi and then goes down on one knee next to me, puts his hands under my neck and my knees and stands back up, lifting me up off the floor.

"Are you alright, Doll?" he asks me.
"Yes, I'm ok."

He kisses me while still holding me, then gently lowers my feet to the floor. His hands explore my body as he kisses me, fondling my breasts and my butt cheeks as his tongue brazenly trespasses in my mouth. I wrap my hands around his biceps as his fingers venture down and find my clit, rubbing circles, teasing. One hand creeps down his abs, down until I find that he is already hard again. As I stroke up and down his shaft, his kisses moves to my neck. He moves my hand from his bicep with and ensures that I have a good grip around the back of his neck then lifts my leg up and brings it around his waist while he keeps rubbing at the sensitive spot between my legs with the other hand.

Emerson then moves his hand from my clit, stops me stroking him by grasping his own shaft and lines himself up with my wet entrance. A gentle thrust and he's inside me. Soft thrusts, light kisses down my neck and across my collarbones, this is a different Emerson to the one that dominated me - he is caring, gentle, almost loving. A complete contrast. Remi is being the opposite of his natural state too, he is being more assertive, more dominant, almost like he wants to prove himself.

I begin to get breathless as Emerson continues thrusting in and out of me as we stand, his speed building, my arms now both wrapped around the back of his neck to keep my balance, one of his hands holding my leg up by the knee, his other hand behind my waist. His tips hits my G-spot with every thrust as Remi steps around us, video camera in hand, palming the bulge in his PVC trousers as he watches us.

My head throws back and a low moan starts in my throat as the warmth of climax grows inside me. With his speed increased, Emerson is now fucking me quite fast. Combined with the angle in this position, my orgasm releases and fires lightening bolts up and down my body and my moans turn into a shout. The shout turns to a scream as I continue to cum, losing control of my body, my leg giving way underneath me. He holds me up with the arm around my waist and hand under my knee as he pounds into me until he spills his cum deep inside me.

Still holding me up as he takes his cock out of me, he puts my leg down before picking me back up like he did before and walking to the bed. He lays me down and then takes the video camera from Remi. He sets it down on the table long enough to just put his trousers back on, not even bothering with his boxer shorts. Remi removes his trousers, discarding them where he stands, and makes his way over to me on the bed.

Remi physically rolls me over so I'm on my front, spreads my legs with his hands, then clambers back in between my legs again.

PTUI

He spits on his hand and rubs it onto his dick, providing lube, then leans over me and presses his tip to my asshole. He firmly pushes and penetrates my ass until he's buried in my rectum in one smooth motion. A tiny mewl of pleasure escapes my lips. He pumps his hips back and forth, gaining momentum, as Emerson films his brother fucking my ass. Small mewls and cries of pleasure slip out from between my lips. I feel Remi's dick start to throb inside me, and remember what Dom said to me about not cumming unless he's told to.

"Remi, cum for me."

Seemingly ignoring me, he pulls himself from me, grabs me by my hair and pulls me until I'm sitting facing him. Giving his length a few pulls with his hand, he shoots his load all over my breasts and then pushes me down onto my back on the bed. Turning to Emerson, he says,

"You can turn that off and call Dom now."
"I have a better idea. Get your trousers on."

Remi puts his trousers back on and then they both help me to my feet. Emerson leaves Remi holding me up, picks up my camisole and heads to the door, video camera still in his hand, filming.

"Come on then." he says to us both, and opens the door.

I'm still naked, covered in cum, too exhausted to protest, as Remi half holds me up and walks me down the corridor with Emerson filming my dishevelled walk of shame. When we reach mine and Dom's room, Emerson knocks on the door. Dom's face is full of confusion and surprise as he opens the door. Emerson finally shuts off the camera as Remi and Dom help me through the door. Dom takes me to the bathroom and turns the shower on for me before sitting me down under the water, then goes back to talk to Remi and Emerson.

"Looks like she's too knackered for me! Nice one lads, fanks. Hope she wasn't any trouble." I hear Dom say.
"None at all. We had a good time. Thank you, and sorry you didn't get to finish her." Emerson replies.
"No, it's alright. Sounds like I'm gonna enjoy watching this."
"I'm sure you will. Good night." Remi says, and I hear the door close.

Dom comes back to the bathroom, washes me, dries me off, and helps me to bed. I'm shattered, so the second my head hits the pillow, I'm asleep, I can't even make myself wait for Dom get in beside me.

Chapter 21

[Time skip to June 24th]

The last 7 months since the end of tour have gone by so fast, I've barely had time to process it all. I really am amazed that we pulled everything together to organise a whole wedding in that short space of time. I say we, but it has been mostly me, but that's normal for me to organise things. I've had to name drop Dom a few times to pull strings, and throw money at some things to make them happen. 

Dom has been keeping busy too - writing, recording, releasing a new single, promising a new album, staying active on social media because he misses his fans when he's not on tour. And he's been a really great sounding board for wedding stuff whenever I've needed, although he's given me free reign for most of it. I did keep an eye on the media, as we didn't really want our news leaking after we decided not to make an announcement. I had a little bit of a panic when Metro newspaper had Dom and I in their spotted section leaving a florist empty handed, but it stayed at just that. Thank God for so much being online that I've been able to organise almost everything from home!

We flew over to the Czech Republic yesterday. Last night we had a beautiful dinner at a restaurant in the town but then we slept in separate rooms, as is traditional the night before the wedding. We chose to get married at Hluboká Castle which is a 13th century castle in Czech Republic. We went for a castle because I thought it was kind of fitting considering he proposed at a castle, and it is such a beautiful and romantic place!

Guests have been arriving all morning but, of course, Tom, both Adams and both Bens travelled with us, as did my only bridesmaid, my best friend y/f/n. Tom is Dom's best man which, I think, ended up being decided by some drunken game or competition between them, which is somewhat typical of them, to be honest.

Y/f/n and I are ready. I need to be downstairs and ready to walk out to the archway in the grounds in 5 minutes so we leave the room amd start going downstairs. I know the bride is expected to be late, but I can't keep my man waiting. And I can't to see him all handsome in his wedding suit.

Walking down, I catch sight of the hall, ready for the wedding breakfast later this evening. It all looks so beautiful. The weather is amazing, clear skies, a comfortable 22c so it is going to be the perfect day for a wedding outdoors. As I walk the path from the castle doors, I can see Dom standing at the end of the aisle under the arch of flowers with Tom alongside him, in a French blue three piece suit cut slightly shorter on the leg so that his pink socks peek out at the bottom, accessorised by his standard creepers, with a single silver safety pin on his lapel as a nod to his usual style. All the seats are filled with our family and friends. 

Violins playing Ave Maria begin as I approach. Everyone stands as I begin to walk down the aisle, and Dom turns to get his first glimpse of me in my off-white, off-the-shoulder, lace and silk Maggie Sottero wedding dress. His eyes well up with tears as he sees me walk down the aisle towards him. When I get to the end to join him under the arch of flowers in front of the celebrant, he tells me how beautiful I look and how lucky he is.

We say our vows in front of our friends and family, exchange rings, have our first kiss, and walk back down the aisle as husband and wife. We host a champagne reception in the grounds for our ceremony guests, and for our evening guests as they begin to arrive. During the champagne reception, we take some photos in and around the castle with our wedding photographer. Just before everyone is ushered into the hall for the wedding breakfast to start our evening reception, we head up to our honeymoon suite to freshen up.

After I check my make-up, touching up where necessary, I lay on my stomach on the 4 poster bed in our room while Dom is in the bathroom, and I start marvelling at how amazing today has been so far and staring in wonder at my wedding ring on my finger on top of my engagement ring.

"There's my wife." Dom says, as he comes back from the bathroom.

I don't think I'm ever going to tire of hearing that and a big, beaming grin spreads across my face.

Lifting the hem of my dress until it is over my ass and then pulling my underwear to one side, Dom teases me with his fingertips. 

"Babe, we need to go back to our guests."
"Shhh. We have time. Plus, everyone expects newlyweds to fook the second they're away from everyone."

He pushes 2 fingers into me and I moan back at him in response. With his other hand, he undoes his trouser and pushes them down, out of the way. Typically for him, he isn't wearing boxer shorts. I should have known to expect that! As he continues to use his fingers to pleasure me, he climbs on to the bed between my legs, careful of the dress which is still underneath me. 

Hastily, he swaps his fingers for his rock-hard cock and starts to fuck me. Arching my back and tilting my hips up towards him, his tip hits my G-spot as he slams into me over and over. My orgasm approaches fast, making me cry out in pleasure. Hearing me scream out, Dom lowers himself over my back so his weight is pressing me down to the bed, wraps his hands around my shoulders, and shushes into my ear.

His thrusts, however, do not slow at all. The continuous motion, constant barrage of hits against my G-spot, feeling his shaft sliding in and out of me; another climax builds inside me and my breathing becomes ragged. I feel him start to throb, hear his breaths get shallower in my ear, and I know he is getting close too. I clench down on him as we both cum together, moaning and grunting as our heads both get clouded by the pleasure.

"Stay there." he tells me, as he climbs off me.

Puzzled, I stay exactly where I am. He goes over to his suitcase and takes out something small and pink. Coming back over to the bed, he slips a small egg vibrator inside me, nestling it next to my G-spot, and then tells me to leave it where it is but go and clean up so we can go down to the evening reception. 

I clean up in the bathroom, making sure to leave the egg in place, before going to the door of our room. He has his mobile in his hand and I suddenly feel the egg vibrating inside me and it stops me in my tracks. He's using an app to control it.

"You're gonna have to hide it better than that."

He turns it off and puts his phone in his pocket as we go down the stairs. Approaching the doors to the hall, our arrival is announced.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the newlyweds - Mr and Mrs Harrison." announces the master of ceremonies.

The room erupts into applause and cheers as we walk into the hall hand in hand. It is so lovely seeing so many of our friends and family as we make our way to the top table where Tom and y/f/n are already sitting. The meals are served and everyone eats the amazing food, accompanied by the best wines as recommended by the castle.

After desserts, it is time for speeches. Tom look so awkward as he stands up next to Dom. He doesn't much like talking in front of people, but he takes a large swig from his wine glass, and then gets everyone's attention.

As Tom talks and regales the assembled guests with stories of things Dom and their group have gotten up to, Dom slips his phone out of his pocket and I see him open the app. Begging him silently not to with my eyes, he smirks at me slightly before turning the egg vibrator on.

I take a big gulp of wine and try to listen to Tom, laughing in what I Hooe are the right places, as Dom turns the vibration on and off randomly. By the time y/f/n stands to talk once Tom is finished, I'm sure I'm starting to wet my underwear from the out-of-place pleasure that the vibration is providing.

I squirm in my seat as y/f/n makes her speech, but luckily people just take it as me being a little shy as she shares anecdotes of our antics. Dom continues to turn it on and off at random. I'm definitely wet by the time y/f/n finishes talking.

Now is Dom's turn to make a speech. He turns the vibration off, puts his phone away in his pocket and stands up. He is his usual, bouncy self as he speaks animatedly about our life together and how lucky he is to have me, the yin to his yang, the calm to his storm. He softens and talks about the moment he knew that I'd be his wife - the morning after our second date when we went for brunch and he was the happiest he's ever been.

After the speeches, we cut the cake. It is a beautiful 4-tier cake decorated with flowers to match our wedding flowers. Posing for photos as we cut the cake, Dom whispers in my ear that he has a surprise for me tonight. I can't help but wonder what.

Then we take to the floor for our first dance as the cake is taken away to be portioned out by the kitchens. As Dom takes me gently in his arms, I look up at him and think that I must be the luckiest woman in the world to have this wonderful man who loves me so dearly and can satisfy every part of my life. I nestle in to his chest as we dance our first dance as husband and wife to one of Dom's favourites - Come November by Thriving Ivory.

Once other people take to the floor to dance after our first dance is finished, we mingle with a few of our guests. Tom asks me to dance, and I cannot say no to Dom's best man so I direct Dom to y/f/n to dance with her. On our way to the dance floor, Dom turns the vibration on again and leaves it on the entire time I'm trying to dance with Tom to the point that I have to lie that my high heels are hurting my feet to excuse my unusual movements.

Mingling again after finishing my dance with Tom, trying to work my way back through the guests to Dom, I catch his eye across the room. He smiles at me as I talk to his mum, gives me the most innocent smile, and then the vibration starts again deep inside me. I choke back the words I was saying with a fake cough and someone hands me a glass of water. The vibration stops and I glance at Dom to see him almost wetting himself laughing, obviously at my reaction. 

I make my way over to Dom and he is still chuckling to himself by the time I get there. I tell him that, at this point, I'm now so wet it is trickling down my leg a little. This makes him laugh even more so I tell him I'm going to the toilet to clean myself up a bit. He catches my arm as I turn to leave, and quietly says in my ear,

"Don't you dare take it out, or you'll pay for it later." 

I completely ignore him, because I cannot deal with this for another couple of hours and in the toilets, I remove the egg from my pussy. Not quite knowing what to do with it since I don't have a bag, I clean it off and pop it down my bra.

After a few more hours, the reception starts to wind down. I haven't told Dom that I took the egg out, but I think he knows because I've felt the vibration next to my breast whenever he's turned it on but I haven't had the reaction he expected. In fact, I've had no reaction at all.

We go up to our room once there's only a few guests left propping up the bar. Dom tells me to change and throws a small bag to me that he has taken out of his suitcase. I get out of my wedding dress and hang it up in a dress bag and then look in the bag Dom gave me. Inside is a latex dress, so I take my underwear off too, leave the vibrating egg on the sink, and put the dress on.

Coming back into the room from the bathroom, Dom takes one look at me and whistles in awe. He grabs a collar from his bag and fastens it round my neck before pressing his lips to mine.

"I fooking love you Mrs Harrison. Now come with me."

He throws my robe at me, luckily it covers everything except the collar. We leave our room, he takes my hand and we sneak down the stairs of the castle, hoping there's no guests around. We see Adam and both Bens still drinking in the bar, but we manage to get down the corridor unnoticed.

I'm wondering where we're going when he pulls a key from his pocket, then unlocks and opens a door revealing another set of stairs going down. As I go down, he locks the door behind us, and it's clear we're going under ground now because it is a bit colder. We arrive in a large room with no windows, the only way in or out is the door we just came through.

In the room is a padded BDSM table with metal rings attached to all 4 corners; a St. Andrew's Cross; a 4 poster bed with metal rings on all the corner posts; and a table laid out with whips, chains, cuffs, restraints, vibrators, dildos.

Dom comes up behind me, wraps his arms around me and, in a low pitched voice in my ear, says,

"Surprise, my love."
"Did you set this up just for us?" I ask him.
"Of course. You look so beautiful. You're mine, and I can't wait for the world to know."

He steps away from me and across the room to the table. As he stands across from me, hungrily eyeing the woman that just became his wife, he takes off his suit jacket and waistcoat, then rolls up his shirt sleeves. Clicking his fingers at me, I know what that means and I drop immediately to my knees with my eyes on the floor.

I hear the clinking of cuffs as he picks them up from the table. He comes over to me and pulls me to my feet by the collar around my neck and drags me to the padded table. Pushing me down over it so that I'm bent over, he then cuffs my wrists and my ankles to the rings on the legs of the table.

Lifting the hem of the dress to expose my lower half, he runs his fingers up and down my labia.

"I expected you wetter than that. I fought you'd be soaked."

He pushes 2 fingers into me and probes the depths of me. Fuck! I didn't put the egg back in! He feels that it isn't there and withdraws his fingers. Roughly grabbing a handful of my hair, he brings his face close to mine and calmly but firmly demands,

"When did you take that out?"

I don't answer him, nervous at the repercussions.

"Tell me, my sweet little whore. Or your punishment will be even worse."
"After you nearly made me cum while I was talking to your mother, Master."

I'm being a little sassy and bratty because I want him to use and abuse me.

"I gave you an order not to remove it, didn't I? So why did you disobey me?"
"I removed it BECAUSE you nearly made me cum while talking to your mother. I didn't want you doing it again while I was dancing with your dad, Master."
"Arrogant little slut. I call the shots, not you. If I say you leave it there, you fooking leave it there."

He picks up a leather spanking paddle from the table, swings it back, and brings it down on my ass. Stinging pain radiates from the point of impact as I grit my teeth and whimper.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

He does it again and again, on the same spot, until the skin is red raw and incredibly sensitive.

Dom goes back to the table, puts the paddle back, and picks up a bottle of lube and the vibrating butt plug that he's previously tortured me with.

"What have you got to say for yourself?" he asks, as he drizzles lube down my butt crack.
"Sorry, I guess." I reply, cheekily.
"Excuse me?" he questions, as the tip of his middle finger starts to push into my asshole.
"Sorry, Master." I say with a sarcastic tone.

Not satisfied with my apology, he takes the butt plug and pushes it firmly against my anus until it breaches past the widest point and the rest slides in easily. Turning it on, he then walks round to my head and undoes his trousers. Pulling his erection out from his trousers, I automatically open my mouth when he presses the head against my lips.

He barely gives me a chance to breathe as he pushes himself down my throat, thrusting rapidly into my open mouth. Gagging and gasping for breath, saliva dribbles down my chin as he fucks my throat. He slows a little and tells me to suck his cock, so I close my lips around his shaft and begin to suck as he pushes repeatedly down my throat.

I feel him throbbing in my mouth as I taste the saltiness of pre-cum and hear him groaning in the back of his throat. I know he's approaching orgasm and ready myself for him to cum in my mouth.

Surprising me again, he pulls from my mouth at the last second and shoots his load on my face.

"Lick off what you can." he orders.

I do so without hesitation, but know that there's a lot that I've missed. He grabs a cloth and wipes off what I didn't lick up. Leaving his trousers undone and low on his hips, he goes to the table and picks up a dildo roughly the same size as his cock, then walks back to me and pushes it into me.

Fucking my pussy with the dildo, he turns up the vibration of the butt plug until I'm practically screaming as I get closer to the climax that is building fast.

As he pulls the dildo from my pussy and turn off the butt plug, denying me the orgasm, he says to me,

"Scream as loud as you want, in pleasure or pain. Nobody will hear you down here."

I don't want to let on to him that I'm pleased about that. I like to be able to scream, to let loose my orgasms to their full potential.

Holding me in place by the back of my neck, he releases the cuffs from where they're clipped to the 4 corners of the padded table. Once they're unclipped, he slides his hand around so that it is wrapped around my throat and walks me to the St Andrew's Cross.

Facing the cross, he clips the cuffs on my wrists and ankles to the corners so that my back is to him. Going back to the table, he picks up the 6ft bull whip. Running his fingertips across my ass cheeks and up my back, he questions me.

"Who are you?"
"Y/N."

K-tsch

The whip hits me hard in the middle of my back. I yelp a little.

"Who are you?"
"Mrs Harrison."

K-tsch K-tsch

These strikes are harder. I grit my teeth and cry out.

"Who are you?"
"Your wife."

K-tsch K-tsch K-tsch

This time, it leaves 3 red welts on my back. I wail louder at the pain.

"Who are you?"
"What do you want me to say? I've answered you!" I practically shout at him.

K-TSCH

This single strike is much harder, almost drawing blood, putting me firmly in my place.

"FUCK!"
"Who are you?"
"Your own personal slut, Master."
"Yes, you are."

Dom unclips me and orders me to turn to face him. I do as I'm told and turn around. After clipping my wrists and ankles back to the corners of the cross with my back to it so that I face him, he turns the butt plug back on.

He puts the whip back on the table and deliberates on what to use next. As he ponders over the toys on the table, I moan a little from the butt plug vibrating in my ass. This distracts him a little but he grabs a wand vibrator before he walks back to me.

Turning it on and pressing it to my clit, he stares deep into my eyes. His other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing gently. An orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks but, with his hand around my throat, no sound comes out of my mouth. He releases my throat and turns off the wand at the same time. With 2 of his fingers under my chin, I meet his eye as he says,

"You ARE everyfing you said, and more. You are Y/N, you are my PA, you are my wife, you are my whore. You are my EVERYFING. Never forget that."

Putting the wand back on the bed, he then comes back to me and easily finds the wet slit between my legs with his fingers. Sliding them into me, he curls the tips slightly and begins to move his arm back and forth.

It takes me a moment to recognise the movement of his arm because I've only ever been laid down before now. I don't realise what he's doing until it's too late. A very sudden climax accompanied by a gush of clear fluid which pours over his hand and down my legs. He pauses all movement to let me catch my breath, smiles, and then starts again until I squirt down my legs and covering his hand again.

He looks very pleased with himself as he takes his fingers out of me and wipes his hand off on the same cloth that he wiped my face with. Dom pushes his trousers down and kicks them off and I notice that he is hard again.

Standing in front of me, he positions himself so that he can thrust up and penetrate my pussy while I'm still cuffed to the cross. He plunges his full length into me as I'm forced to helplessly stand here and take it. The sensation of him pulling out of me before pushing back in on every thrust while the butt plug vibrates in my ass has another orgasm building in no time.

As I clench down on him and breathily start to shout out, he starts to cum, completely out of nowhere. We finish together and my already exhausted legs start to shake as he removes himself from me.

Unclipping my ankles first and then my wrists, he picks me up and carries me over to the bed. He lays me down on my front and then heads back to the table, picking up the chain this time.

One end of the chain gets clipped to the cuff on one ankle, then through the ring on the foot post of the bed. He wraps the chain around my body, once around my neck, clips the cuffs on my wrists to the chain behind my back, then loops the chain through the ring on the other foot post of the bed before clipping the other ankle cuff to it.

The plug remains vibrating in my asshole as his fingers venture back to the wetness they created. Using that slick mess, he shoves 3 fingers inside me easily. He then picks up the wand in the other hand and turns it on. I wriggle, squirm and shake my head in protest, but he ignores my silent pleas and presses it to my clitoris.

The intensity increasing as he turns up the settings on the wand, his fingers violating my pussy, the vibrating invasion of the plug in my ass; it's all too much as yet another orgasm builds. The shriek that comes from my mouth is accompanied by tears rolling down my face. Tears of pleasure, like I've had before from the sheer intensity of it.

"Please, babe. No more. I can't." I pitifully start to beg him.
"You're my wife and my whore. You're mine to do as I wish. You can and you WILL until I'm done with you."

With that, he turns the wand off, pulls his fingers from me and uses them to remove the plug from my asshole, then he discards the toys to the floor. He lines himself up with my ready anus and sinks the full length of his shaft deep into my ass.

Laying his weight on my back, he wraps his arm around my neck so that my throat is in the crook of his elbow, squeezing my throat with every flex. Using the other hand, he pulls my hair out of the way off my neck and shoulder, then he proceeds to kiss, lick, and bite the soft skin there that he knows turns me on so much.

He fucks my ass with a steady rhythm, pounding into me relentlessly as he contrasts the violation with breathy whispers in my ear of how much he loves me, how beautiful I am; words which don't get absorbed by my brain as it is too lost in the extremes of pleasure. Clouded by orgasm, but exhausted and broken, I merely whimper softly as I climax one last time from the onslaught my ass is receiving.

Dom's hard dick pulsates, his body shudders and he groans as he spills his semen into my ruined orifice. Unclipping the chains from my wasted body and removing the cuffs from my limbs, Dom occasionally places kisses all over me at random.

"Do you need me to carry you, my love?"

I can barely even nod my head, I haven't just been broken, I've been destroyed. Dom puts his suit back on, puts my robe on me, and then scoops me up in his arms carrying me up the 3 flights of stairs from the dungeon to our honeymoon suite.

Laying me gently in bed as the sun begins to rise, he kisses my forehead. Snuggling in to bed behind me, wrapping his arms around me, he whispers in my ear,

"I fooking love you, Mrs Harrison. I can't wait to tell the world that you're mine."

Chapter 22

I wake in a beautiful suite in the castle to a knock on the door and an announcement of 'Room service!' from in the corridor. My body still broken and sore from the night before, Dom kisses my forehead and bounces out of bed to answer the door in just his boxer shorts. A full continental breakfast is wheeled in on a silver trolley by the bell boy. Dom grabs his wallet and tips the guy before he leaves.

Bringing the breakfast trolley over beside the bed, Dom picks up his plate and starts to eat as soon as he sits down. I raise my sleepy head from the pillow and start to shift myself so that I'm sitting up and can eat, although it's a slow process because of being so sore.

"Come on, Princess. We've got a honeymoon to get started!" Dom says, enthusiastically as he gently nudges my shoulder.
"Didn't we do that last night? That's why I hurt so damn much!"
"Yeah, but we've got planes to catch and stuff. I can't wait! You're gonna love it!"

It really is like living with a child on Christmas morning. He's perpetually excited and bouncy, and can't wait to move on to the next thing. It's exhausting, but it's one of the things I will always love about him.

After eating an amazing breakfast of fruits, local meats and cheeses, different breads and pastries, we get washed and dressed. Dom grabs our suitcases when he sees that I'm struggling because I'm so sore and can't pack properly, although his idea of packing leaves a lot to be desired - he literally just throws things in! I'm going to have to sort that out later. Then we leave our room and go downstairs to a waiting car that is going to take us to the airport.

A lot of our family and friends are mingling down in the lobby, so saying goodbye takes a bit longer than I expected. Because I almost single-handedly arranged the wedding, Dom insisted on arranging the honeymoon. I have no idea where we're going or what we're doing, so as our car pulls away from the beautiful castle where we married and spent our first night as husband and wife, I am filled with anticipation and nervous excitement.

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Our 3 week honeymoon was absolutely wonderful! We travelled all over, going to Dubrovnik in Croatia, Venice in Italy, Valencia in Spain, and Paris in France. All of it was a complete surprise. At every hotel, our suites had rose petals everywhere and chilled champagne on arrival. We were always on the go with sight-seeing and touristy things, and everything we did in each city was so romantic, with a fair amount of sex thrown in for good measure (even sneakily having quickies where we shouldn't because we couldn't keep our hands off each other - bending me over in a room that should have been locked in an old castle, up against a wall in a cupboard in a museum, and even with my legs wrapped around him in a quiet hotel pool!) - but then it was our honeymoon, after all. It was amazing, although I think Dom probably had a bit of help to have planned all that. He is really impulsive and spontaneous so he doesn't normally plan or organise things himself, so I thanked Tom, both Bens and both Adams when we got back. They claimed to know nothing about it, but I'm sure they've just got his back, they won't give up Dom's secrets.

When we arrived home from our honeymoon, Dom finally put out an announcement with a couple of our wedding photos. There had been a little speculation on social media since he had virtually disappeared for 3 weeks and paparazzi had spotted us a few times in different cities or airports. His absence was noted by fans despite having pre-recorded post and scheduled them to post at various intervals while we were away, I think they could tell that it was pre-recorded stuff. The post was better received than we could ever have hoped for. I had quietly expected lots of jealous fans and a fair amount of hate, but instead they have mostly welcomed me with loving arms and wished us both a lifetime of happiness.

We've been back at work for 3 months now. The next album is written and mostly recorded, but we're sitting on it for now because Dom wants to tweak a few bits. There is going to be another single from Dom's last album coming out in 3 weeks, but we have the video shoot for it today. An announcement went out last week because Dom wanted fans in the video. We took applications from fans to be in the video and thousands came in! We had to put them all in a random draw as there is limited space at the venue. Emails have gone out to the 100 that were drawn at random with location details.

As we pull up to the video shoot venue in the car, we see a line of fans down the side of the building. The car goes around the back and we go in through a back door. Once Dom is changed and his make-up is done, we let the fans in and explain the premise for the new video. Dom loves to get them involved whenever he can so he is bouncing off their energy.

During a break in filming, I'm watching back some of the footage with Dom and the lads to see what we can do better with different angles etc. There's a lot of technical jargon going on between Tom and the film crew. I think Adam likes the outfit Dom is wearing for the shoot because on one particular close up, Dom asks his what he thinks.

"Maximum sexiness. Full on, bulging pants sexy. Really bring it on the next take." he blurts out in his Scottish accent, causing raucous laughter from the rest of us.

After 15 or 16 takes in total, Tom calls it a wrap. Once he's gotten changed back into something more casual, Dom chats with the fans, takes photos with them and signs things that they've brought with them. The lads all get asked for photos by various fans and, to my surprise, even I get asked for photos by a couple of fans who congratulate me on our wedding.

The lads all come back to ours for a celebratory drink. Dom has a random playlist on in the background as we sit and chat and drink, and when Come November by Thriving Ivory comes on, he grabs my hand and pulls me off the couch because he wants to repeat our first dance. He's a soppy and sentimental thing really. The lads take it as their cue to leave and quietly close the front door behind them as I snuggle into Dom's chest, slow dancing to one of his favourite songs like I did nearly 4 months ago.

Dom scoops me up in his arms as the song ends and carries me up the stairs to our bedroom. Gently placing me down on the bed, he takes his lighter out of his pocket and starts lighting candles all around the room. I tell him I'm going to freshen up and go to the en-suite bathroom. While in there, I slip out of my clothes and abandon them on the floor, freshen myself up, and open one of the drawers under the sink where I've hidden some nice sexy underwear that I can surprise him with.

Opening the door, I stand (hopefully seductively) in the doorway in my red bra, panties, suspender belt and black stockings as Dom lights the last candle and then walks over to me, pulling his top off over his head as he walks.

"Come here, Mrs Harrison. My beautiful wife." he says, as he wraps his hands around my waist and starts kissing my neck.
"I still can't get used to that! It's been nearly 4 months. I love it, but it still sounds strange."

Small moans escape my lips as his kisses turn to nibbles and we find ourselves walking and stumbling over to the bed. Lifting me and gently laying me on the bed once more, Dom kisses his way down the length of my body and I lift my hips off the bed as he wriggles my knickers down; luckily I had the sense to put them on over the top of the suspender belt so there was no faffing around unclipping stockings.

After dropping my underwear on the floor, he kisses and nibbles his way back up my leg. When he reaches the lips between my legs, he softly runs his tongue up and down the slit while his hands continue up my body before coming to rest with one on my hip and one on my breast. Staring up at me from between my legs, he locks eyes with me as he pushes his tongue between the folds, pushing it into me before running it up to my clit.

The speed of his tongue increases until he's rapidly flicking the tip over my clit causing me to moan much louder than before. I grasp at the sheet under my hands as his hand on my hip grips tighter and I shudder as my first orgasm tonight sparks through me like lightening. His tongue doesn't stop even as my climax subsides, his hand leaves my breast and his fingers caress up my inner thigh until he reaches my wet entrance. Pushing 2 of his fingers inside, he continues to lap his tongue over my clitoris. Once his digits are buried inside me, he curls the ends over and immediately hits my G-spot.

The combination of his tongue and fingers once again sends me over the edge and I begin to cum, the walls of my vagina clamping hard down as his fingers work their magic. My moans becoming more breathy with each climax, gripping onto the headboard with one hand and the sheet with the other, he gives me the pleasure of another 2 orgasms before he stops. As he starts to crawl back up, kissing his way up my body, he pauses over my chest and I look down at him. He's just staring at me.

"What's wrong babe?"
"Nofing, my love. You're just so fooking beautiful." And with that, he starts kissing my neck as he lines his tip up with my now slick entrance.

Locking his lips to mine, his tongue invades my mouth at the same time as his solid cock penetrates my pussy. Kissing me deeply, passionately, Dom starts making love to me as I wrap my legs around his waist. His hips slowly pushing forward to meet mine, impaling his full length into me over and over, his hands still exploring my body while his mouth explores mine.

This time, my orgasm builds slowly. My breaths shallow and become ragged, my arms find his biceps and my fingernails start to claw in to his skin as I get closer. Long, slow thrusts, pushing his dick in and out in a purposeful rhythm mean that it builds for longer, becomes more intense. I hear his breath catch in his throat and feel his tip begin to throb inside me and I know that he is close too. The throbbing intensifies the sensation and my climax floods through my body. I lose control of everything, shaking almost violently at the intensity, drawn-out moans of pleasure emerging from my throat, and I hear him groan in response. We finish together and he lays himself down on me to catch his breath.

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That amazing romantic night 4 months after we got married has brought us to where we are now. To the Delivery Suite room that has been my home for the last 21 hours. 8 hours of contractions at home before we came in to the hospital, a total of 29 hours of labour and I've been pushing for the last 45 minutes.

We had stopped using contraception when we got married, because we decided that we were both ready to have a baby so if it happened, it happened. It only took 4 months in the end, but all our family and friends were just as happy as we were when we found out.

I realised my period was late on the day that the single came out for the video that Dom invited fans to be in. I looked at my calendar at the office to start planning the next round of interviews and promo, noticed the date, and realised that my period was a week late. So I quietly popped out to the pharmacy while Dom was doing a quick photo shoot with Tom in the studio, and I bought a pregnancy test. I took the test in the toilets at the office and just sat there in a state of shock when it first came up as positive.

When the video dropped for the single at 5pm, we were all sitting in the office, watching the fan reaction on YouTube. Tom went to hand Dom a bottle of champagne, and I stopped him from opening it by saying,

"I have another reason to celebrate. On top of the single, I mean."

Then I handed him the positive pregnancy test and watched his face as it clicked into place in his head that he was going to be a dad. Then he jumped around the room yelling, popped the champagne, and we celebrated both the single and the pregnancy with the lads!

For the whole 29 hours since my contractions started, Dom has not left my side. He's been a little anxious and he hates seeing me in pain, but I wanted to be able to move around so I didn't get an epidural, even though I came in to hospital for help with the pain. He's even kept his usual ADHD bounciness in check for the most part, which I didn't expect, and he's just been here and been supporting me as I bring our baby into the world.

With the lighting low, relaxing music on, and us both in a birthing pool, he sits behind me and holds my hand as I tuck my chin down for the last few pushes. It is excruciating, the stinging as the baby's head comes out is so painful, although the water helps to ease it a little. A brief pause so I can catch my breath, then another push and the baby's shoulders are born, followed by the rest of the body slithering out.

The midwife places the baby onto my bare chest. Dom wants to cut the umbilical cord so the midwife clamps it and gives him the scissors. As he nervously cuts through the cord, he glances down and catches first sight of our baby's gender. We didn't find out on the scan, we wanted a surprise.

"She's a girl! Babe, she's a girl!!" he exclaims as he starts to cry tears of happiness, kissing both of us on the forehead.
"Hello Lily." I say to her, calling her by the name Dom and I had agreed on for a girl before kissing her.

The midwife helps me to deliver the placenta, then we get out of the pool and snuggle into the bed that's in the room. Dom grabs his phone from the table and takes pictures of Lily. Then he starts making video calls.

"Say hello to Lily Harrison!" is how he starts every call he makes to both of our families and all the lads.

Later, once we're dressed and I don't look so much of a state, we'll ask Tom to come and take some photos of her so we can introduce her to the world.

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- 7 years later -

I wake up in our bedroom, surrounded by the mountain of pillows that I have to sleep in so that I am at least semi-comfortable. I'm 8 months pregnant, it's a Sunday and Dom doesn't have any appointments or tours, he doesn't need to be in the studio today, so he's let me have a lie in.

When I was pregnant with our Lily, we made the decision that once she arrived, I would be a stay at home mum. We can easily afford for me not to work, and it means I'm not missing out on the most important years. I worked until I was 36 weeks pregnant, training my replacement so that there would be no gaps or major issues in the transition.

We still go on tour with him sometimes, during school holidays and such. I take the kids out in whichever city we're in while Dom does soundchecks, then we go back and they watch their daddy singing, with ear protectors on, of course. And he doesn't swear as much on stage when our kids are in the audience. He's dialled back the amount that he's away from home too, but obviously touring comes with his job so we just deal with it. He always reads the kids a bedtime story, even if it is via video chat from the other side of the world.

I roll out of bed, open the bedroom door to the smell of cooking bacon, and waddle down the stairs. I find Dom busy in the kitchen. Lily, who is now 7, is helping him to cook bacon sarnies for breakfast. Our 5 year old son, Jagger, is being more of a hindrance, but he's trying to help and Dom is so patient with him. I walk to the kitchen table and stroke the soft, dark hair of our son Ziggy, who is 2 and a half years old, who Dom has given a colouring book and crayons to so that he doesn't get in any trouble while he gets on with making breakfast with the other 2!

Dom brings Lily and Jagger over to the table with a huge plate of bacon sarnies for us all. He puts the plate on the table and the wraps his arms around my enormous baby bump.

"Good morning, Mrs Harrison." he says, kissing me.
"And good morning baby Harrison." he says, as he squats down in front of me and kisses the bump.
"Good morning, Mr Harrison. Thank you for breakfast."
"No problem. I fooking love you Y/N." he says quietly, so the kids don't hear him swear.
"I fucking love you too, Dom."

Who would have thought when I went into that pub 9 years ago to meet y/f/n, that I'd end up married to a rock star with 3 beautiful children and another on the way? Who knew a pub could change your life?