Freddy Rockstar Novels & Stories

“Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’ I gasped sharply, my head falling back as pleasure jolted through me. “Mr Blackwood… oh… yes Daddy… oh fucking god…” I moaned. He finger-fucked me roughly, curling those long digits against my G-spot while his thumb ground hard, relentless circles on my swollen clit. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping in and out filled the quiet study. He added a third finger, stretching me open as he attacked my neck with bites and sucks, marking me.

The song changed to ‘She’s like a star’, by ‘Taio Cruz’ which is Freddie’s favourite song. I felt someone grab my hand and looked back to see Freddie giving me a smile, one of the real ones, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Dance with me, Angel,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. I was so drunk at this point that I didn’t even care that I was dancing with Freddie, I wrapped my arms around him and tucked my face into his neck.

Freddy answered, "Damn girl, I've been trying you all day! I know you're on holiday and all, but I need to tap out right now. Managing Happy Feet and being named manager of the club, I barely have enough time for Freddy time." Roxanne laughed, "Calm down, Freddy, easy there! I'm sorry about being late to answer your call, but it's been marvelous over here. I'll be back soon, and I'm gonna take you out, boo." Freddy teased, "You better, girl! So, is the D that good?" Roxanne playfully replied, "Ahh, Freddy, not over the phone! We'll talk later." Freddy said, "Okay, okay, I get it. But seriously, Roxanne, I need your help. I'm drowning here."

His fingers gripped the side of the earth as the crack broke open a bit more. “I don’t care to die.” Elijah spat and a humorless chuckle escaped Rhyland. I felt another pair of hands against me and I spun around and found Cassius. He took a knife to try and slice through the searing ropes wrapped around my wrists but to no avail. “Who planned this little.... failed attempt? After your blood paints these stones I’ll be sure to go for them next.” The tone Rhyland used was something out of a horror movie, holding not threats but promises in its wake.

“What did you say?” Freddy was gorgeous, tall with a muscular build, and far too many tattoos for polite society. He had that bad boy vibe down to a science. Back in the day, he’d rebelled against his parent’s wishes, smoked far too much weed, and somehow ten years of his life slipped away. Now, at twenty-eight, Freddy was pulling his life together. Not only was he almost finished with his Bachelor of Science at the community college, but he’d also cut back on the weed and booze so he could help more at The Grind.

Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo… My head guard slowly looked up, his face pale with humiliation. “Sir…” he whispered, voice shaking. “It’s not a bomb.” The song continued happily. Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo… My jaw tightened so hard pain shot through my skull. Freddy hadn’t just fooled me. He had walked into my house alone, threatened me, kneeled me down, and offered me a devil’s deal. Then he walked out untouched and left me standing there listening to children’s music like a complete idiot.

Somehow, Freddy wasn’t that angry, he laughed quietly, it wasn’t a joyous laugh, from the look in his eyes, it was pure evil laughter. “You’re really a strong one for being conscious after receiving Hatake’s nab, it was meant to take you out instantly, but I’m happy you’re still conscious to hear me,” Freddy started, he took out another marijuana from his inner jacket pocket and lighted it up before he continued.

“What’s up her ass today?” Troy laughs next to him, spinning his drumsticks between his fingers. “Does Monica ever not have a stick up her ass?” I shake my head at the two of them, letting them continue their banter as I adjust my guitar and imagine firing Monica for the umpteenth time in my life. Just as I focus back on my guitar, playing some of chords to the song we’ll be working on, the rest of the band walks through the studio doors. My band consists of the best of the best. Troy on the drums, Poe on bass, Luke on rhythm, Landon on keys as well as various other instruments. Then we have my backup vocalists: Josh, Elton, and Leo.

He looked between the two of us and stepped forward to touch Rocksyn. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned as he backed away. We walked away and he called out, “Rocksyn I don’t love her. I only want you! Please…” I spun around, let go of Rocksyn and walked towards Jarrod. I slapped him and threatened, “Fuck off or else I will personally make your life a living hell.” *** “So how was your day?” Frey asked as we sat in the last period waiting for the bell to ring. “Where were you during first break?” I asked.

I said. Hours passed and Karuji, Funabi, Chromus, Karuji, Matthias, Sanazo and I were patching Monty Gator, Roxy Wolf and Glamrock Chica, Karuji & Matthias were patching up Monty Gator. Sanazo & Funabi were patching Glamrock. While Darkchromus & I were patching Roxanne Wolf, I look at Roxanne Wolf while Roxy looked at me while Chromus was patching her torso area “scared Roxy?” I asked her “just a bit superstar” she answered I saw Freddy walking towards me “how's the other superstar” said Freddy “restoration is going slow at the moment but at a good pace” I said. I look at Monty “are you okay Monty?” I asked him “doing well Arnold” he said with a smile I got up walk towards the side of the ro