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What She Wants	By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 2241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: What She Wants
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPHet – Good Charlotte/Hilary Duff
Categories: Hilary Duff/Joel Madden, BDSM. PWP
Rating: N Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Taco, as ever, for beta reading. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Hilary Duff and Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. Thiory ory is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Hilary has Joel just where she wants him; handcuffed to her bed. And she knows exactly what she wants to do to him…

“So, how do I look?” Hilary asked, her hips ing ing against the doorframe, one hand casually running over her breast, the other slapping a riding crop against her latex covered thigh.

Joel whimpered from his position on the bed; spread-eagled, his hands cuffed together above his head to the headboard, ankles roped to the corners of the bed. His already achingly hard cock twitched in the cockring as he lifted his head to look at Hilary, a low moan escaping him and his eyes widening as he took in the skin tight black latex cat suit that emphasised her curves. He slumped back down again, his movement jostling the dildo strapped up his ass, ripping another moan from his throat. “Hil…”

“I asked you a question, little bitch,” Hilary reminded him, one eyebrow raised as she stepped forward, bringing the crop down on the inside of his thigh. “And I expect you to answer me.”

Joel howled, tears springing to his eyes at the unexpected pain. Breathing heavily, he groaned and shifted position to look at her. “S… Sorry, Mistress. I didn’t mean… I just…. I… You… Please… please forgive me,” he begged.

Hilary ran the crop along his stomach, smirking at the muscle trembled at the touch. “You know I will,” she said as she climbed onto the bed, sitting between his spread legs, fingers stroking his thighs. “But I still asked you a question.”

Joel squirmed on the bed as Hilary’s tongue followed the path of her fingers. “You… You look fucking gorgeous, Mistress. “

“I know.” She bit down on his thigh, making him yelp again. “But what have we said about swearing?”

Joel swore mentally, pulling against the handcuffs as pain-pleasure-pain. “I… I’m not supposed to swear in the presence of my Mistress,” Joel admitted, tensing as he waited for the bite of the crop.

“Let’s try and remember it, hmm?” Hilary commented off hand as she picked the crop up from the bed, bringing it down on his stomach, Joel’s yell making her nod in a satisfied manner. Dropping the crop, she shifted on to her knees, tongue dragging along the fresh red mark on Joel’s stomach, the coppery tang of blood coating her lips. She slid up his body to kiss him, sharing the taste of his blood with him. Her thighs gripping his, Hilary straddled Joel’s lap, pressing herself against him as they kissed, her hands gripping his short hair tightly, tongue sliding past his lips, stroking her tongue over his, encouraging him to respond, then sucking hard on it until he was writhing on the bed beneath her, his breath coming in hard pants as she pulled away, both their lips red and swollen. Rocking back on her haunches, Hilary ran one forefinger along the length of Joel’s bound and erect cock, giggling at his strangled moans. “I think you want me, don’t you?” She asked, breathlessly.

Whimpering at the loss of contact as Hilary pulled her finger away, Joel nodded. “Yes, Mistress,” he panted, not breaking eye contact with her.

“And that’s the way I like it,” she smiled, leaning forward to kiss him softly again, tongue flickering out across his lips, then down his throat, pausing to suckle lightly on his Adams Apple, leaving a faint red mark. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.“ Joel’s lips parted and his eyes slid closed as he whispered his reply, his nostrils flaring at the scent of her arousal, her wetness pressing against him, fuelling the fires of his need.

“Yes,” Hilary agreed, her mouth finding one of his hard nipples. “My good little bitch.” Her fingers stroked across his chest to his other nipple, twisting it hard, pinching it and pulling it until he was arching up into her hand, trying to ease the pull. “Good little bitch,” she praised him, biting down on the nipple in her mouth, teasing it with teeth, scraping them over the sensitive nub, then soothing the ache with her tongue. “I love how responsive you are.” She told him, licking and nibbling across his chest to the nipple she’d been playing with using her fingers and giving it the same treatment, running his nails hard down his sides, leaving throbbing red welts.

“Oh God… Hil… Mistress… I… Mistresleaslease…. Uh….”

She stopped and looked up at him. “Do you want something, Joel?” She asked, fingers moving back to his nipples, pinching them between thumb and forefinger and tugging them hard until he gasped, his every exhalation a moan.

“N.. No!” He shook his head, thrashing on the bed. “No, Mistress,” he quickly amended. “Nothing.”

Hilary smiled and twisted his nipples harder. “Good. Your wants and needs aren’t important, are they?” She paused as he digested her words and shook his head. “No, your body is an instrument for my pleasure, for whatever I want. And this is what I want. Do you have a problem with that?” She continued twisting, pulling and twisting his nipples.

Joel thrashed about on the bed under Hilary, tugging desperately at his restraints, trying to escape the abuse to his nipples. But he was secured and going nowhere. He slumped back down against the pillows and shook his head. “No, Mistress,” he admitted.

Hilary leaned up and kissed him, brushing a lock of his sweaty hair from his forehead. “Feels like little Joel wants some attention,” she whispered in his ear before sliding down his body to settle between his legs once again, one finger tracing the leather cockring encircling the base of his erection.

“What gave it away?” Joel grinned, hips thrusting up into her touch, eyes rolling back in his head as she went down on him, her teeth scraping along the underside of his erection before she pulled back, lightly sucking at just the very head before licking along the length, swirling her tongue around and around, tasting flesh and pre-come mingled with the leather of the cockring. Shifting position, she reached between his legs and flicked the switch on the vibrator to turn it on, watching as Joel tensed, his back arching. “Uh……”

Not giving him chance to adjust to the vibrator, Hilary turned her attention back to Joel’s erection, taking him in her mouth once again, teasing him with her tongue and teeth until he was rocking up into her, struggling in his restraints, knees bent as much as possible as he pulled against the handcuffs. Sensing when he was on the very edge of exploding, Hilary pulled back, resting her hands on her knees and watching him: mesmerised by the wordless cries ripped from his mouth; the droplets of sweat rolling down his chest; the rise and fall of his chest as he panted for breath; his eyes squeezed tightly closed; his hair stuck to his forehead, the play of his muscles as he arched his back, thrusting his hips down against the vibrator.

His eyes snapped open when he realised Hilary had moved and he lifted his head, meeting her eyes, begging her to finish him off, to let him come.

“You want to come so badly, don’t you?” She asked him, running her fingers down the crease of his legs. Joel nodded and Hilary smiled. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Oh God, please… Mistress, I… Need…. Want…. Come…. Please…. Let me…Please… Mistress, I… Oh…” Joel whimpered as Hilary increased the levels on the vibrator, his back arching again, his desperation deepening. “Oh… Hilary! Please… I need to come. Let me come, Mistress, please!” He slumped back down again, tugging against the handcuffs, trying to reach out to her. “Please…”

Hilary whimpered as she kissed him again. “You beg so prettily,” she told him, sucking on his lower lip. “So, yeah, I think I’m gonna let you come.” Joel sighed in relief, his sigh turning to a confused moan as Hilary pulled away from him and climbed off the bed. “But first you need to earn it.”
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