Categories > Celebrities > 30 Seconds to Mars > Bondage, Love, and Rock and Roll
Lisa shuffled ahead through the front door with her bag in hand and I closed the door behind me. She dropped her shopping bag and purse on the couch and gave in to her curiosity of my new house. I remained at the front door as she waltzed to the large bathroom. I could see the doorway to every room from my position, which was to my advantage.
“You know curiosity killed the cat, right?” I asked as she left the bathroom and danced into the black and white kitchen. Excitement was written all over her.
“Yes, but satisfaction brought him back” she sang. I kicked off my sneakers, tossed my bag on the couch with Lisa's shit and tiptoed to the kitchen. My movements could easily be seen over the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room, but Lisa was so wrapped up in her task of checking everything out that she didn't noticed.
She was peering through the window above the white porcelain sink, her hands gripped the edge of the sink as she stood on her toes. I slithered up behind her pressing my body against hers and my hands intertwined with her hands on the edge of the sink. I felt her gasp and shiver at my touch. I nuzzled my head in the crook of her neck.
“We both know you shouldn't have done what you did,” she whimpered at the memory of her naughty action, I couldn't stop the smirk that developed on my face, “Mind telling me what you did? Just to make sure we're on the same page” I purred into her ear and pinned her to the counter with my hips earning a low moan from my bondage partner.
I remember when I accidentally revealed to my parents that I was bisexual and they ruthlessly disowned me during junior year at sixteen years old. Lisa was my closest friend and savior so I ran to her. At the age of nineteen, Lisa had a one bedroom apartment and car to herself. After a month, she told me I need to get a job or find another place to stay. She had a job but I never knew details and I really didn't care to know. I had countless night-shift jobs but I either quit or got fired. The last official job I had was a night cashier at a chicken joint downtown on the weekends. I quit because I was the only one working at night and had to fend off drunks who attempted to cop a feel over the counter.
I got back to the apartment at around one in the morning the second Saturday of June, which was early because I quit. I didn't know if Lisa was home or not; I just wanted to go to bed and avoid telling Lisa about me quitting another job. I opened the front door and quietly made my way to the bedroom we shared. Lisa was nude and tied up in strong, white rope while some hot guy fucked her brains out in front of a camera. They were completely oblivious to my presence; I was just standing in the doorway getting hornier by the second. I realized this had to be her job because she could use the apartment at night while I worked and go to school during the day like me. Lisa screamed out her orgasm and withered underneath her partner; he still pounded into her and voiced his own moment of pure ecstasy only seconds later.
I remained frozen as the two sprawled across the bed and caught their breath. Lisa only noticed me when she finally dragged herself off the bed and went to leave the room.
“Gwen I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to find out about this,” Lisa whispered as her eyes flickered across the room for something to cover herself up with. Her partner just laid there on the bed, he probably didn't know what to do.
“Why not?” I replied, taking a step forward.
“I don't know,” she responded looking down to hide the color creeping into her cheeks.
“Umm I hope you don't mind; but I want to help, to be a part of this?” I whispered and it was my turn to hide the blush in my cheeks.
“Why?” she asked, disbelief evident in her voice. I looked up to see confusion, shock, and disbelief written all over her face.
“Why not? I mean this is a great job especially for me and my love of bondage,” I smirked, she smiled but I could still see the confusion in her eyes, “And plus I quit another shitty job again.” she smiled and turned to introduce me to her partner Chris.
After she and Chris took a shower, we all sat down at the kitchen island and talked about the details of the job and what is expected. After an hour or so, Lisa headed off to bed while Chris stayed up with me, he had fuckload of energy. We talked and got to know each other quite well. It turns out he was a senior in high school in the neighboring county.
Minutes turned into hours and before we knew it was five o'clock; Chris stayed and slept on the couch like he usually did, to my surprise. I crawled into bed and cuddled with Lisa, like usual, and thought about how we will record a few rough sex scenes with the some rope and toys, and then send it to a few porn sites every night for about four thousand dollars each week. I was a virgin so I didn't want to have sex with Chris in any of the scenes and they didn't mind, but I'm bisexual and planned to have a little more fun with Lisa. This continued until a week before Lisa and I graduated. We lost touch with Chris about few days later; he just up and moved. We just assumed that he finally went off to college.
Lisa grinding her ass into my pelvis created friction that brought me back to the present. “I was staring at Jared like he was a piece of meat” she moaned. I released my grip on her hands and rested mine beside her's.
“Hands. On the fucking window” she quickly pressed her palms to the cold glass with a “Yes, Master”; I loved how easily she fell into submission sometimes. I took a step back and Lisa whimpered from the lost of contact but didn't dare move.
“So would you like my revenge, your punishment, to be torture or pleasure?” I purred.
“Anything you want Master,” she uttered.
“I feel like having a bit of both worlds today” gripping Lisa's hips. I then quickly and aggressively slammed Lisa's hips into mine and the moan she let out that will definitely stir up some questions with the neighbors and any beach-goers outside. She rested her head on my left shoulder and with my right hand I moved her silky dark brown hair to reveal her neck. I licked up her neck and nibbled on her lobe and she rewarded me with very satisfying sounds. My left hand snaked around to the front of Lisa's pants and rubbed her core through the thin fabric of her short shorts and panties. She was enjoying this way too much right now. I stepped back once again and Lisa removed her hands from window much to my displeasure. I slapped her ass, hard. Lisa gasped in both pain and pleasure.
“Turn around and strip.” I commanded her and she slowly turned around with a seductive smirk plastered on her face. She took her time lifting her dark purple v-neck above her head, revealing her full breasts covered in a simple black bra. I reached up and gently kneaded her breasts and Lisa moaned in pleasure. I removed my hands from her body once more and this time I took more than a step back and leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen. Lisa pouted and I raised my eyebrows. She spun on her heels to have her back facing me once again; straightening up, I was about to slap her ass again but stop with my hand raised in the air when I realized that she was undoing the button of her shorts. I returned to my relaxed position and watch lustfully as Lisa painstakingly pulled her short shorts down her thighs to give me a great view of her plump bottom clad in only skimpy black panties. She was still facing the window when I stepped up to her, my right hand reaching up and gripping her neck just under chin with slight pressure. She tried to stifle her moan and failed miserably to my delight. I wanted her so fucking bad right now.
“Bedroom. Now.” I ordered and there was a knocking at the front door. Lisa ran off to my bedroom and dismissed the unwelcome visitor.
I walked into the room and Lisa was spread eagle on the bed; I was glad to see that she left her bra and panties on, like a good girl. I continued to walk right past the bed and into the closet, Lisa whined. I grabbed the box labeled 'Bedroom Shit' and sauntered over to the bed. Lisa giggled when she caught sight of the box and figured out what its contents might be. I set the box down at the foot of the bed and slowly peeled open the top; I planned of teasing her until she was on the edge of exploding.
I quickly removed my clothes, leaving on nothing but dark blue boy shorts and a black bra and I pulled out a white rope similar to one of our past and a leather horse gag bit; Lisa let out a low growl and got up from the bed when I raised my eyebrows suggestively. She assumed her favorite standing position that allowed me to bind her into submission: legs spread shoulder width apart and hands behind her back. Lisa was bound and gagged when I was reaching into the box for the toys when there was a loud banging at the front door. I don't know who the fuck is at the door but I'm about to make them disa-fucking-ppear. I stomped to the offending sound leaving Lisa attempting to protest with a gag in her mouth. I removed my handgun from my purse and approached the door. I was going to make sure they fucking never came back again. I threw open the door and the firearm pressed against the side of my thigh.
The three pairs of confused eyes trailed from face to my bra and boy shorts and they became filled with desire. Those eyes finally became frightened, confused, and shocked when they landed on my weapon.
“That's a gun!” Shannon shouted; then Shannon, Jared, and Tomo each took a step back simultaneously. No shit Captain Obvious! I glanced back into the house to see Lisa made her way into the living room.
“Wait, Gwen?” Jared's icy blue eyes were swirling with so many emotions I was starting to get a bit dizzy. Lisa made a noise and his eyes flickered to her bound form, “Who is that?”
Jared returned his gaze back to me and they held nothing but terror. Only one word came to my mind at the this very fucked up time.
“Fuck.”
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Author's Note: What do you guys think?
I have a bit of a treat for you in the next chapter. ;)
Thanks to midnightdreamer and mintyr for reviewing!
I changed some things on July 7
“You know curiosity killed the cat, right?” I asked as she left the bathroom and danced into the black and white kitchen. Excitement was written all over her.
“Yes, but satisfaction brought him back” she sang. I kicked off my sneakers, tossed my bag on the couch with Lisa's shit and tiptoed to the kitchen. My movements could easily be seen over the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room, but Lisa was so wrapped up in her task of checking everything out that she didn't noticed.
She was peering through the window above the white porcelain sink, her hands gripped the edge of the sink as she stood on her toes. I slithered up behind her pressing my body against hers and my hands intertwined with her hands on the edge of the sink. I felt her gasp and shiver at my touch. I nuzzled my head in the crook of her neck.
“We both know you shouldn't have done what you did,” she whimpered at the memory of her naughty action, I couldn't stop the smirk that developed on my face, “Mind telling me what you did? Just to make sure we're on the same page” I purred into her ear and pinned her to the counter with my hips earning a low moan from my bondage partner.
I remember when I accidentally revealed to my parents that I was bisexual and they ruthlessly disowned me during junior year at sixteen years old. Lisa was my closest friend and savior so I ran to her. At the age of nineteen, Lisa had a one bedroom apartment and car to herself. After a month, she told me I need to get a job or find another place to stay. She had a job but I never knew details and I really didn't care to know. I had countless night-shift jobs but I either quit or got fired. The last official job I had was a night cashier at a chicken joint downtown on the weekends. I quit because I was the only one working at night and had to fend off drunks who attempted to cop a feel over the counter.
I got back to the apartment at around one in the morning the second Saturday of June, which was early because I quit. I didn't know if Lisa was home or not; I just wanted to go to bed and avoid telling Lisa about me quitting another job. I opened the front door and quietly made my way to the bedroom we shared. Lisa was nude and tied up in strong, white rope while some hot guy fucked her brains out in front of a camera. They were completely oblivious to my presence; I was just standing in the doorway getting hornier by the second. I realized this had to be her job because she could use the apartment at night while I worked and go to school during the day like me. Lisa screamed out her orgasm and withered underneath her partner; he still pounded into her and voiced his own moment of pure ecstasy only seconds later.
I remained frozen as the two sprawled across the bed and caught their breath. Lisa only noticed me when she finally dragged herself off the bed and went to leave the room.
“Gwen I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to find out about this,” Lisa whispered as her eyes flickered across the room for something to cover herself up with. Her partner just laid there on the bed, he probably didn't know what to do.
“Why not?” I replied, taking a step forward.
“I don't know,” she responded looking down to hide the color creeping into her cheeks.
“Umm I hope you don't mind; but I want to help, to be a part of this?” I whispered and it was my turn to hide the blush in my cheeks.
“Why?” she asked, disbelief evident in her voice. I looked up to see confusion, shock, and disbelief written all over her face.
“Why not? I mean this is a great job especially for me and my love of bondage,” I smirked, she smiled but I could still see the confusion in her eyes, “And plus I quit another shitty job again.” she smiled and turned to introduce me to her partner Chris.
After she and Chris took a shower, we all sat down at the kitchen island and talked about the details of the job and what is expected. After an hour or so, Lisa headed off to bed while Chris stayed up with me, he had fuckload of energy. We talked and got to know each other quite well. It turns out he was a senior in high school in the neighboring county.
Minutes turned into hours and before we knew it was five o'clock; Chris stayed and slept on the couch like he usually did, to my surprise. I crawled into bed and cuddled with Lisa, like usual, and thought about how we will record a few rough sex scenes with the some rope and toys, and then send it to a few porn sites every night for about four thousand dollars each week. I was a virgin so I didn't want to have sex with Chris in any of the scenes and they didn't mind, but I'm bisexual and planned to have a little more fun with Lisa. This continued until a week before Lisa and I graduated. We lost touch with Chris about few days later; he just up and moved. We just assumed that he finally went off to college.
Lisa grinding her ass into my pelvis created friction that brought me back to the present. “I was staring at Jared like he was a piece of meat” she moaned. I released my grip on her hands and rested mine beside her's.
“Hands. On the fucking window” she quickly pressed her palms to the cold glass with a “Yes, Master”; I loved how easily she fell into submission sometimes. I took a step back and Lisa whimpered from the lost of contact but didn't dare move.
“So would you like my revenge, your punishment, to be torture or pleasure?” I purred.
“Anything you want Master,” she uttered.
“I feel like having a bit of both worlds today” gripping Lisa's hips. I then quickly and aggressively slammed Lisa's hips into mine and the moan she let out that will definitely stir up some questions with the neighbors and any beach-goers outside. She rested her head on my left shoulder and with my right hand I moved her silky dark brown hair to reveal her neck. I licked up her neck and nibbled on her lobe and she rewarded me with very satisfying sounds. My left hand snaked around to the front of Lisa's pants and rubbed her core through the thin fabric of her short shorts and panties. She was enjoying this way too much right now. I stepped back once again and Lisa removed her hands from window much to my displeasure. I slapped her ass, hard. Lisa gasped in both pain and pleasure.
“Turn around and strip.” I commanded her and she slowly turned around with a seductive smirk plastered on her face. She took her time lifting her dark purple v-neck above her head, revealing her full breasts covered in a simple black bra. I reached up and gently kneaded her breasts and Lisa moaned in pleasure. I removed my hands from her body once more and this time I took more than a step back and leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen. Lisa pouted and I raised my eyebrows. She spun on her heels to have her back facing me once again; straightening up, I was about to slap her ass again but stop with my hand raised in the air when I realized that she was undoing the button of her shorts. I returned to my relaxed position and watch lustfully as Lisa painstakingly pulled her short shorts down her thighs to give me a great view of her plump bottom clad in only skimpy black panties. She was still facing the window when I stepped up to her, my right hand reaching up and gripping her neck just under chin with slight pressure. She tried to stifle her moan and failed miserably to my delight. I wanted her so fucking bad right now.
“Bedroom. Now.” I ordered and there was a knocking at the front door. Lisa ran off to my bedroom and dismissed the unwelcome visitor.
I walked into the room and Lisa was spread eagle on the bed; I was glad to see that she left her bra and panties on, like a good girl. I continued to walk right past the bed and into the closet, Lisa whined. I grabbed the box labeled 'Bedroom Shit' and sauntered over to the bed. Lisa giggled when she caught sight of the box and figured out what its contents might be. I set the box down at the foot of the bed and slowly peeled open the top; I planned of teasing her until she was on the edge of exploding.
I quickly removed my clothes, leaving on nothing but dark blue boy shorts and a black bra and I pulled out a white rope similar to one of our past and a leather horse gag bit; Lisa let out a low growl and got up from the bed when I raised my eyebrows suggestively. She assumed her favorite standing position that allowed me to bind her into submission: legs spread shoulder width apart and hands behind her back. Lisa was bound and gagged when I was reaching into the box for the toys when there was a loud banging at the front door. I don't know who the fuck is at the door but I'm about to make them disa-fucking-ppear. I stomped to the offending sound leaving Lisa attempting to protest with a gag in her mouth. I removed my handgun from my purse and approached the door. I was going to make sure they fucking never came back again. I threw open the door and the firearm pressed against the side of my thigh.
The three pairs of confused eyes trailed from face to my bra and boy shorts and they became filled with desire. Those eyes finally became frightened, confused, and shocked when they landed on my weapon.
“That's a gun!” Shannon shouted; then Shannon, Jared, and Tomo each took a step back simultaneously. No shit Captain Obvious! I glanced back into the house to see Lisa made her way into the living room.
“Wait, Gwen?” Jared's icy blue eyes were swirling with so many emotions I was starting to get a bit dizzy. Lisa made a noise and his eyes flickered to her bound form, “Who is that?”
Jared returned his gaze back to me and they held nothing but terror. Only one word came to my mind at the this very fucked up time.
“Fuck.”
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Author's Note: What do you guys think?
I have a bit of a treat for you in the next chapter. ;)
Thanks to midnightdreamer and mintyr for reviewing!
I changed some things on July 7
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