80. The Idol’s Plaything (3)

WARNING: Erotica, Power Exchange, Face Slapping, Choking, Spanking, Nipple Play (Biting/Pinching), Graphic Sexual Content, Strong Language.

Sienna

    The roar of twenty thousand people was still vibrating in my teeth, a physical force that made my skin hum and my heart feel three sizes too big for my chest. I slammed the door of my Chicago dressing room, the silence of the private space hitting me like a physical wall. I was drenched in sweat, my stage makeup smudged, and the adrenaline was screaming through my veins, demanding an outlet.

I looked at the floor. He was there. Just like I'd ordered.

Leo was kneeling by the velvet chaise lounge, his eyes fixed on the carpet. He looked so obedient, so still, a stark contrast to the chaotic worship I'd just stepped away from. I felt a surge of predatory heat. I didn't want a fan right now; I wanted a sacrifice.

"Get up," I rasped, my voice raw from the two-hour set.

He stood, his gaze remaining downcast. I walked toward him, the sequins on my bodysuit catching the harsh vanity lights. I reached out and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at me. His eyes were dark with a hunger that matched my own.

"I have twenty thousand people screaming my name, Leo," I whispered, leaning in until our noses touched. "But you're the only one who gets to feel what it's like when I'm this high."

I didn't wait for him to strip. I tore at his shirt, buttons flying, and shoved his trousers down. His cock was already a rigid, pulsing weapon, weeping with anticipation. I stripped out of my bodysuit in a feverish blur, tossing the million-dollar garment onto the floor like trash. I was bare, my tits heavy and sensitive, my pussy already throbbing with a deep, liquid ache.

I shoved him onto the chaise lounge and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. I grabbed his cock, the thick, hot length of it feeling like a brand against my palm. I positioned myself and sat down hard. I didn't need preparation; I was so wet that I slid onto him in one fluid, stretching motion.

"Mmm, fuck, yesss.” I groaned, my head snapping back.

The feeling of being filled bare, right after the stage lights, was overwhelming. I felt every ridge of him, every pulse of his blood. I began to ride him with a violent, erratic rhythm, my hips grinding into his as I used him to burn off the stage energy. I was the goddess, and he was the altar.

"You like this, don't you?" I taunted, leaning down to hiss in his ear. "Knowing that while those people were chanting for me, I was thinking about how I was going to use your pathetic cock tonight."

"Yes... Sienna... ah... yes!" he grunted, his hands hovering near my waist, afraid to touch without permission.

"Touch me, toy. Grab my ass. Let me feel how much you want to own a piece of me."

He gripped my cheeks, his fingers digging into the flesh. I accelerated, my tits bouncing wildly, the nipples hard as stones. I reached my first climax within minutes, a sharp, electric burst that made me scream into the empty room. But I didn't stop. I rode through the waves, my pussy clamping down on him, forcing him to take the brunt of my release.

“Yes, make me cum all over that cock.” I came again, and then a third time, my body slick with sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I felt invincible. I felt like I could break him.

But then, the air in the room shifted.

Leo's hands, which had been tentative, suddenly moved with a terrifying certainty. He grabbed my waist and, with a strength that caught me off guard, flipped me onto my back. The sudden change in orientation made the room spin. Before I could regain my breath, he had my wrists pinned above my head.

"You've had your fun, Sienna," he whispered, his voice no longer the voice of a submissive fan. It was deep, predatory, and vibrating with a new authority. "But I'm tired of being a toy."

"What are you-"

He cut me off with a sharp, stinging slap across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, the sting ignited a fire in my blood.

"You're going to shut your mouth and take what I give you," he growled. He reached down with his free hand, his fingers pinching my right nipple and twisting it until I let out a sharp cry of pained pleasure. Then, he leaned down and bit the left one, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip.

He began to thrust. It wasn't the rhythmic service I was used to. It was a brutal, dominant invasion. He was driving himself into me with a primal force, his hips slamming against mine with a sound like a heartbeat.

"You think you're the one in charge because you're on a poster?" he taunted, his eyes boring into mine. "Right now, you're just a pussy for me to stretch. You're just a body for me to use."

"You... you're just a fan, Leo," I gasped out, trying to maintain the facade, but my voice was trembling. "A nobody I let... ah!... I let touch me!"

"Then why are you shaking, Sienna?" he countered, delivered another slap to my other cheek, balancing the heat. "Why is your pussy gripping me like your life depends on it? You love being taken like this. You love being reminded that you're just a woman who needs to be fucked raw."

He shifted us, dragging me to the floor and shoving me onto my hands and knees. He stood behind me, his hand wrapping around my throat from behind, pulling my head back so I had to look at him in the mirror. I looked wrecked-cheeks flushed, hair a mess, eyes glazed.

"Look at yourself," he hissed. "Look at the world's biggest star behaving like a bitch for a fan."

He drove back into me from behind, the doggy-style angle allowing him to find the absolute deepest parts of my anatomy. Every thrust was a lunging, heavy movement that made my vision swim. He was relentless, his cock a solid, unyielding rod of heat that seemed to be trying to claim my very center.

"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he muttered, his breath hot against my neck. "No one is ever going to fill you like I do."

"Do it then!" I screamed back, the adrenaline and the lust merging into a single, explosive Need. "Prove it, you arrogant prick! Fuck me until I can't walk!"

“Yeah? Is this what you want? Huh!” The challenge seemed to drive him over the edge. He accelerated, his movements becoming a blur of friction and power. I felt my own control shattering.

I wasn't the idol anymore, I was just a woman being mastered by a man who had finally stopped asking for permission.

I felt a fourth climax building, deeper and more violent than the others. My internal walls were weeping, slicking his path as he hammered into me. The friction was so intense I felt like I was melting from the inside out.

"I'm close, Sienna!" he roared, his voice a guttural, vibrating grunt. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to fill you so full of my mess you'll be leaking it for days!"

"Yes! Give it to me! Please… please. Fill me up, Leo! Breed me!"

“Oh fuckkkkkkk, unghh!” He gave three more devastating, lunging thrusts, his balls slapping against my ass with a heavy thud. Then, he buried himself to the hilt, his body going rigid as he let out a long, primal groan. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum shooting into me, a massive, pulsing flood that seemed to hit the very back of my pussy. He stayed there, locked against me, his chest heaving as he pumped every last drop of his seed into my depths.

I collapsed onto the carpet, my forehead resting on the cool floor, my body a trembling mess of aftershocks. I felt the heavy, sliding sensation of him withdrawing, leaving me feeling hollowed out and marked. As he moved away, I felt the warm, white overflow of him escaping me, trickling down my thighs and onto the plush Chicago rug.

Leo didn't go back to his knees. He stood over me, looking down at his handiwork. He reached down, grabbing a towel from the vanity and throwing it at me.

"Clean yourself up," he said, his voice returning to a calm, steady tone. "We have a flight to New York in two hours."

I looked up at him, the sting on my cheeks still humming, the weight of his cum still warm inside me. The dynamic had changed. He wasn't just a toy anymore. He was a necessity.

"Leo," I whispered, my voice thick with the aftermath.

"What, Sienna?"

"Don't go back to the floor."

He offered a small, knowing smirk-the look of a man who knew exactly what he had won. "I wasn't planning on it."

I watched him walk toward the shower, his naked, strong back a reminder of the power he'd just exerted. I was the goddess of the stage, but in the dark, behind the velvet curtains, I had finally found someone who could handle the fire.