8

”Somehow, you’re aware from the very beginning that no matter how you try, Leto’s probably going to know more about you than you do about him. Not meant to imply he uses this as a tactic to veil his nature, more just a comment on his cryptic charm and enigmatic ability to be interested while being even more interesting.”

A Beautiful Lie

this is the dub-con story I have been working on, if you have a problem with consent/power play then don’t read

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Shannon set his wineglass back down on the table. He’d toasted to the new head of the record company they were now signing with and he couldn’t wait to leave. Dinner parties were always boring affairs and it was even worse when he had to dress up; this tie was choking him.

“I’m going to head out” he whispered to his brother.

Jared put a hand on his wrist. “You cant! We have to stick around and make nice with the new guy- plus, if you of all people don’t stick around for after dinner coffee then everyone will know that something is up!”

“You are better at these social things anyway” the drummer replied “Just tell them that the scallops made me sick and I have to head back to my room. Nobody will ask any questions”

The drummer didn’t wait for his brother’s response, he just got up and left. Shannon walked toward the elevators and nearly bumped into another musician.

“I’m so sorry, I should have watched where I was going”

“It’s perfectly alright, no damage done” the curly haired blonde replied “Are you leaving so soon, Shannon?”

He nodded. “I’m afraid the scallops aren’t agreeing with me so I’ll be heading up to my room.”

“Well, I hope you feel better. Good night”

“Good night, Riley” he replied, passing by her and entering the elevator.

Shannon was soon stripping off his stifling suit and climbing into bed, too tired to watch TV or even mess around with his iPad. The drummer pulled the crisp hotel sheets up to his chin and got comfortable, soon drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

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He couldn’t move- it wasn’t sleep paralysis: he literally could not move. Shannon tried to twist onto his side but the scarfs tightly wrapped around his ankles prevented it.

“It’s about time, sleeping beauty”

The drummer’s eyes shot open and he saw a familiar mess of curly blonde hair sitting in the corner.

“Riley?” he gasped “What the hell are you doing?!?”

She shrugged and stood up. “What does it look like? You’ve been ignoring me since we’ve first met and neglecting my advances so, I finally decided to do something about it. You won’t give me what I want so I’m going to take it”

Shannon tried to sit up, but his handcuffed wrists wouldn’t allow it: he was bound and trapped.

“Don’t bother trying to escape” she warned, taking off her belt “I tested your bonds while you were asleep. Seems like that little sleeping pill I slipped into your drink did the trick… hopefully it won’t interfere with your performance”

His performance? The guitarist unbuttoned her pants and dragged them down her long and smooth legs, making her point clear: she was going to have sex with him- whether he wanted it or not.

“Don’t even think about it, Riley: if you do this I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” she interrupted “Run screaming to your brother about how little old me raped you? Who would believe you? The horny beast of a drummer from Thirty Seconds to Mars didn’t want sex from a young fellow musician? You’d be laughed right out of the police station”

The drummer didn’t want to admit, but she was right who would believe him? The best he could do was stay silent and still and try his best not to enjoy it.

“That’s what I thought” she smirked, pulling off her shirt and bra in one go.

Only her tattoos covered her skin now and Shannon realized just how difficult not enjoying this was going to be; she had an amazing body. The musician shut his eyes and tried to think of something disgusting to stop his dick from reacting.

“It’s okay to look, Shannon” she cooed “I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I will”

He shook his head and dug his nails into his palms as he felt her climb up onto the bed and straddle his torso.

“It seems somebody is already enjoying himself” she chuckled, feeling his semi erect cock pressing against her core with only his boxers in between them.

The guitarist grinded against him for several minutes, soon feeling her own juices soaking through his cotton underwear. Shannon groaned at the sensation and thrusted his hips upwards, unable to stop.

“There you go, big boy” she murmured, sitting up “Now lets get rid of these, shall we?”

Relief settled in when the drummer realized that she would have to untie his ankles in order to remove his boxers. Maybe he would be able to break free then…

“Don’t move” she warned, tearing through the material with a pair of scissors.

Shannon growled: that was completely unnecessary and she knew it! Cool metal touched the side of his shaft and the drummer froze, worried that one wrong move might leave him with one nut less. Riley finished her work and threw the scrap of material over her shoulder, too enthralled with the sight before her to worry about where the underwear landed. Even only half-hard, the blonde could see that the man below her was clearly well endowed. A desire to please took over and she lowered herself on the bed until her mouth was right next to his crotch. Shannon felt her warm breath against his skin before he felt her lips testing the tip of his cock.

“Fuck!”

Riley grinned and slid her mouth even further downwards, giving the man beneath her a full on blowjob. The musician tried to breathe evenly and keep his moans to a minimum; he wouldn’t let her know how good it felt no matter how amazing her mouth felt on him.

“Come on, baby” she moaned, stroking him with her hands “Don’t tell me it doesn’t feel at least a little good”

Shannon let out a very embarrassing and undignified squeak when the cool metal of the blonde’s tongue ring pressed against the slit of his head.

“That’s what I thought” she smiled, jacking him off.

The blonde pressed her thumb against his taint and felt the drummer jerk, unable to control his response to her perfect manipulation. Riley added more saliva to the head of his cock and continued her blowjob, lazily stroking the drummer under her as she played with his hardness. Sucking and stroking, licking and drooling; even going so far as to suck him down past her throat. She took him down several times before she gagged on his length and started coughing.

“I think I’m actually going to need some lube for this” Riley mused “You’re bigger than I thought”

Shannon grunted. “Believe me when I say that any pain I cause you will bring me GREAT pleasure”

The guitarist pinched the head of his swollen cock in response. “Naughty boy!”

He straightened his legs in response and  gritted his teeth, setting his mind to no longer make a sound- either good or bad. Riley laughed and grabbed a tube of lubricant from the bedside drawer, generously coating the drummer’s cock before lubing up her already slippery lips.

“You’re clean right?” she asked, rhetorically “I hate condoms, the fucking latex rubbing you and irritating your vag- uh! Nope, we’re going bare”

“Riley!”

She dug her long fingernails into Shannon’s thigh, cutting him off. “You don’t get to say no, drummer boy…”

Shannon glared at her in the darkness, watching as she straddled his hips and placed his dick at her entrance.

The bitch grinned. “I promise, I’ll be gentle”

That didn’t mean he had to be… Without warning, he thrusted his hips as high as possibly could- spearing through any resistance.  The guitarist screamed in sweet agony and the drummer did it again, butting against her cervix with the head of his cock over and over again. Riley let him have his fun for a few moments before she pinched his nipples and ordered him to stop; the pain was so distracting Shannon did as he was told.

“And for that little bout of defiance, I think I’m going to show you that I mean business”

The blonde reached onto the the bedside table and opened the cock ring, causing Shannon to squirm underneath her body.

“No, no! I’m sorry! Don’t put that fucking thing on me!”

“Too late, drummer boy” she purred, snapping and locking it in place.

And just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the damn thing started vibrating. Riley moaned and sunk back down onto his straining length, enjoying herself and his anguish.

“Oh, god” she groaned “It feels so good buzzing against my clit”

Shannon had to agree: the vibrations combined with his trapped and pulsing cock and the tightness of her around him was walking the line between pleasure and pain. He tried to control his reaction but he couldn’t; biology was taking over at this point. The blood pounding in his cock was taking over his subconsciousness and it was all that mattered; ending the torture was the only thing he could focus on right now.

“Yeah, that’s right” she said, breathily “Move your hips, make me cum”

The drummer started rotating his pelvis and rolling his hips, trying to get as much friction as he possibly could.

“Keep going… oh, fuck”

Riley was going too slow and the drummer was through being soft; he had to cum now- before his nuts burst. Pulling at his bonds and sitting up as high as he could, Shannon planted his feet flat on the mattress and pushed upwards- causing his girlfriend on top of him to moan.

“Come on, Ri- fuck me, baby!” he shouted, sweat pouring from his brow.

The blonde was riding him in sync with his thrusts. “I thought this was my fantasy, Shan”

“It’ll be your fucking nightmare if you don’t go faster” he growled.

The guitarist placed her palms on his shoulders for leverage and began riding him for all that she was worth while grinding her clit against the cock ring. Her lover was using all of his strength to to push her upwards and he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold out.

“Oh, god- fuck! Shan, baby- I’m gonna cum!”

With one last thrust, Shannon was letting go inside of his girlfriend’s contracting cunt while she came at the same time. Riley’s legs were trembling and her whole body was still shaking when she gave the drummer a smile.

“Aren’t glad I got that IUD?” she grinned.

He nodded. “I’d be even happier if I could move my arms, babe”

She laughed. “Just pull the safety release, you idiot. I told you I’d make sure you could get out at any time”

The drummer looked up at his cuffed wrists and indeed saw the tell-tale latch. Pushing it, he let his arms down and swung them back and forth, trying to work the blood back into his veins. Riley got up from his softening length and released the scarf that bound his feet, squealing surprise when pulled her back up to him and rolled over.

The musician kissed her forehead and nuzzled her nose, still feeling affectionate after their playtime.

“Did I go too far?” she asked

He shook his head. “It was everything we discussed… Although, I am sorry about having to be so cordial in the banquet hall earlier- Jared was watching and I didn’t know if there were any cameras”

“I know, boo” she smiled, kissing his chest “You more than made up for it”

The drummer smiled and then frowned. “By the way, did you mean what you said earlier? About drugging me?”

“That was a half-truth” she admitted “I swapped out your regular coffee for decaf so I knew you’d conk out early”

“You sneaky little minx” he growled, biting her neck.

Riley giggled and then lied against his chest, happy to have such an understanding boyfriend.

“Thank you”

He frowned and looked down at the blonde tracing circles on his chest. “For what?”

“For letting me do that” she explained “Even though it wasn’t anything too crazy, the fact that you trusted me and let me do that to you, it’s- well, it just means a lot and I want you to know how much I appreciated you doing this for me”

Shannon kissed her. “Anything for you, Ri… Especially if it means that I get an orgasm out of it”

Riley playfully bit one of his fingers, smiling when he tapped her nose in reprieve.

“Just know that I myself have a few little fantasies I’d like to act out”

“Like what?”

The musician grinned. “Let’s just say that I hope you still have that leather jumpsuit from your EMA performance; I’d like to do a little something with you halfway out of it…”

“Anything for you, babe”