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Breaking The Girl	By : EarthToBella Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Incubus Views: 1414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Brandon Boyd or any of the members of Incubus, I do not profit from these writings and do not own Breaking the girl by Kim Korum.

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“ Bri, you can’t be serious? “ Kimberly asked, shocked. “ You don’t even really know him! How the hell are you going to move in with him? “
Briana sighed knowing it was true. Moving in with Brandon was a spur of the moment, utterly insane idea but she decided she would do it anyway. Why not? I’ll use him. She thought. Brandon was promising her the world in exchange for having her there for him whenever he pleased. He’d spoil her rotten and at the end of the day he’d fuck her brains out with his magnificent member. Though she was stunned when he had first asked her. There were a lot of things Briana was expecting and that definitely wasn’t one of them. She didn’t know what to say as he held her and he didn’t expect an answer from her immediately.
Brandon carried her all the way to his bedroom, leaving the articles of discarded clothing behind them. He set her down on his large bed tenderly and she reveled at how soft the comforter felt beneath her. Brandon took Briana three more times that night before breaking dawn and once in the late morning when they awoke. The answer seemed pretty simple to her after that. She didn’t know much about him but one thing she was certain about was that she liked fucking him and that was good enough for now.
“ I’m going to use him, Kim. Plain and simple. “ She assured.
“ I don’t know, “ The blonde eyed her knowingly. “ Are you sure you’re not in love with him? “
“ What? “ she gasped in disbelief. “ No! I’m just going to use him. He has to know that. “
Kim shook her head. “ Damn it Bri, if I would have known that you’d end up moving in with this guy after one night of mind blowing sex, I would have never suggested you going in the first place. How old is this guy anyway? “
Briana wouldn’t have even had the answer to that question if it weren’t for the peek she got at the license in his wallet that morning, after he paid for breakfast. “ He just turned 33, he’s not that old. “
“ 12 years older, Bri. “
Briana exhaled strongly in annoyance. “ Whatever. “ She shrugged. “ I want do this. Back me up will you? “
“ This is insane, “ Her best friend sighed. “ I can’t believe you’re going through with this. I mean, what the fuck am I gonna do? “
“ What do you mean? “
“ Like who the hell’s gonna move in here now? “
“ Why the hell would you want anyone to move in here? This place is perfect for you alone. Now you won’t have to share a bed with me. “ Briana smiled.
“ I guess. “ Kim shrugged. “ Even though I didn’t really mind sharing a bed with you. “
Briana drew the skinny blonde to her and hugged her. “ Aw, Kimmy me too. Listen, we’ll talk everyday and we’ll hangout and I’ll see you at work. It’s just a slight change, okay? “
“ Alright, “ she agreed reluctantly. “ but you’re totally sure about this? “
Briana nodded. “ Positive. “
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Briana’s first weeks in the mansion were both elating and intimidating. She wanted to keep her mind set on the fact that she was just using Brandon. She didn’t really care about his money or his mansion; it was mainly about testing him to see how far she could go and how much she could take. And the saucy young siren did just that. She began shopping everyday, blowing his money on clothes and shoes she loved, semi-loved, and some just for the hell of spending. Briana took Kim and some of the girls out for lunch on the days she worked, had a few spa days with Kim, and even took her shopping.
The brazen young woman even demanded he’d buy her a car and not just any car. She wanted a 2009 Dodge challenger in cherry red with black interior. The only thing Brandon did was smirk and the next morning her dream car was waiting for her in the driveway. He gave her everything she wanted and never set a limit on her spending but sure enough a few other limits were set. Quickly, Briana was told when to be home by and that she was to quit her job at the strip club.
She laughed loudly. “ You’re kidding right? I can’t just quit my job. I have to earn a living. “
“ Briana, you are living here. “
“ So what? “ She scoffed. “ How long before you’ve gotten your thrills with me and get sick of our fucking? You’ll move on to next sweet ripe peach and kick my ass to the curb. “
Brandon smiled at her cynicism. “ I won’t get sick of it. Besides, you’re the sweetest peach I’ve ever tasted. “
Briana almost swooned at his affirmation but willed herself to remain stern. “ Either way, set me up a bank account. I want money. “ She hated sounding like such a bloodsucker but she had to prove a point.
He narrowed his eyes at her. “ You sound like a whore. “
Briana rolled her eyes. She knew what it sounded like but she had to test him. She was there for his taking and she didn’t come cheap. “ I could give a shit what I sound like, “ She said firmly. “ I’m not going to quit my job without some security. Tell me why I should? “
Brandon stared at her for a moment then sighed, understanding. “ Fair enough, doll. “
Brandon set it up the next day, handing her a checkbook and a bankcard. He told her he had deposited 20 grand but he would put more in every week. Briana was shocked to say the least. The money was pretty much insignificant to her. It was really about seeing if he would do what she asked or not and he did. Brandon didn’t care about the money, he cared about her and having her around, under his thumb.
Briana quit her job to a lot of the girls, mainly Kim’s, and her boss’s disappointment. She understood though. She did make that joint a hefty amount of money during her stay.
Her days weren’t nearly as exciting as her night’s. At night, Brandon would ravish her and take control of her, mind, body, and soul. Briana didn’t know what she loved more, his big strong hands that orchestrated her like a conductor to a symphony, forcing her to be still and when to move again. His skillful tongue that tasted every ardent inch of her sensuous body, or was it his unquenchable cock? His size was more than impressive, intimidating even, but it always yearned for her, ready to take her and standing proud. The very sight of it sent her to the brink.
Brandon fucked her every night under his passionate direction. His tone low and husky as he promised her body things she never could have conceived if it were anyone else. Briana was always good and tight and dripping for him and he showed her just how grateful he was. His sweet, beautiful peach always came hard and in multiples as she shook and thrashed beneath him, above him, sometimes not even minutes into him pounding her into blissful oblivion.
Briana wondered if it was possible to be infatuated with someone’s body rather than the person themselves. She felt slightly anxious at the thought of him getting bored of her too soon even though she’d only been there a little over 2 months. She shook her head at the thoughts, reminding her self that she was not to get too attached to Brandon but to take the situation for what it was.
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Soon enough, Briana felt her contact with her friends slipping away. She didn’t really have that many friends, mostly the girls from the club, but she still noticed there was a lack of communication with her. Except for Kimberly. They spoke everyday and hung out as much as possible but Kim also had a life of her own and couldn’t constantly be in Briana’s side of town.
Briana started to feel lonely, practically living alone in the palatial mansion because Brandon had been going away on business for the past month. And when he would return home, he wasn’t in the talking mood but neither was she. When it came time for him to leave again, he would tell her he wished that he could bring her but that those trips were strictly business and promised her they would travel somewhere soon. Bri hated to admit it but she missed him terribly while he was gone, though she told her self there was no use in sulking. Besides, upon his return, Brandon would always bring her a little gift to let her know he was thinking about her. She shrugged it off and would resume her daily schedule.
When Briana had first moved in, she would wander curiously through out the mansion, scoping out all 12 rooms and hoping to find secret passages along the way. She knew it was childish but the place was enormous and Brandon was sort of a weirdo. She learned very quickly that he didn’t like to delve very much into his personal matters or his work… So most of the things she learned about him was from close observation. One thing he did tell her was that since she had moved in, she had brought upon a substantial amount of inspiration on his art. Briana knew he was a painter of some sort. There was a studio in the home and sometimes when he was home, quietly she would watch him paint from beside the doorframe in awe.
Brandon was as much a passionate painter as he was a lover. There was a beautiful intensity to the way he painted. He took on a bohemian sort of feel. Usually he was in a pair of ripped up jeans and his lean chest bare. Bri wanted to touch her self at the sight; she did once at his request. He took her a few times with smudges of fresh paint adorning his body like the indelible designs of ink.
Even so, Brandon was still a bit of a mystery. During the week, when he wasn’t out of town, he was practically gone the whole day. She wasn’t sure where he went and didn’t bother to ask. Worst-case scenario, he had a wife and kids and was living a double life with her. If that was accurate, there wasn’t much Briana could do about it and she would surely move on. She truly hoped that was not the case though.
The kept young woman would wake up in the late morning and have a long bath. By noon, the private chef Grace would make her either lunch or a late breakfast. Grace was a sweet woman who was in her early forties and had a contagious laugh. She would make Briana all sorts of comfort foods and basically anything she wanted. From gourmet burgers to home made pizza to raw sushi rolls. She would come in early in the morning and make Brandon breakfast before he left for the day. She’d then cook whatever Briana desired during the day and when Brandon got home around six, Grace would make a vegetarian dinner for them both. After that she’d take off. Briana was definitely a carnivore but she didn’t mind eating the vegetarian meals with Brandon. She was glad she could get her meat fix earlier in the day and he didn’t seem to mind.
Briana spent a good amount of time in the study, reading books. Brandon had so many it was like a mini library. She also looked at his sketchbooks and drawings, admiring every single one of them. Sometimes she’d take a dip in the pool, swim a few laps, and relax in the Jacuzzi. She was surprised at how much free time she had and decided to take up new hobbies.
Briana took up yoga classes in hopes of becoming even more limber then she already was. She began to play the piano again. Brandon had a grand piano as well as many other instruments in the house. Briana played the piano as a kid and in her early teens. She missed the beautiful sounds that resonated from it. Occasionally, she would shed a few tears as she played in remembrance of her child hood and her home in Manhattan. She wondered about her parents and her sisters, if maybe they missed her if even a little tiny bit. Bri was slightly thankful that Brandon and her didn’t speak so often because of her past. She hoped that for the duration of their relationship, her upbringing was never brought up. She was not sure if she could tell him the truth.
The butler Claude was around most of the time but kept his distance from Bri. He was an elderly man who wore your typical butler attire. He never spoke to her aside from the normal hello, goodbye, good morning, good evening. He was also very vigilant. Briana for some reason felt like he was keeping a watchful eye on her for Brandon. Briana wondered if maybe Claude was waiting for her to do something so he could run and tell Brandon. She felt like a butler was unnecessary, she didn’t even have one in New York. All he basically did was open and close the doors, which he was really good at. One day Briana raced from her car to the door in hopes of beating Claude to it but he had it open right before her hand touched the knob. She gave up after that.
One thing she had been used to was the maids. Living out on her own, well with Kim, Briana had to do things for her self for the first time. In living with Brandon, she did not have to again. It was hard to get use to at first but after two weeks, she wasn’t complaining. Once a day a maid would come over and make the beds, pick up a few things here and there, ext. Then once a week a few maids would come and clean the place spotless. None of them ever spoke to her either.
Jerry, Brandon’s occasional driver, was a fairly young guy. He was big and strong and the only time Bri ever saw him was when Brandon and her went out for dinner. She’d catch him checking her out every now and then but he’d quickly turn away, which made Briana laugh to her self. Sometimes she would adjust her cleavage in front of him just to watch him squirm.
Brandon had certainly accommodated her but she was mostly by herself, looking forward to his arrival. Briana would find her self rewinding their sex scenes in her day dreams, picturing that face he made when he was making her come and it made her want him right there and then. She felt consumed by all the sex that was had between them. She had only been with 3 other guys and before she had slept with Brandon, she hadn’t been with anyone for a good 8 months. She was still pretty green. Sex had never been such a driving force in her life, like it was now.
At times Briana just had to get out. She would take off and drive around L.A. in her beautiful new car. She still couldn’t believe he had gotten it for her. Sometimes she thought about just taking off and disappearing in it. Packing her stuff and never looking back, but she perished the thought. She wasn’t ready to leave him just yet…
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“ You know what? “ Kim said, a smile tracing her lips.
“ What? “ Briana asked, turning her gaze away from the young Asian woman that worked on her pedicure to Kim’s now smiling face.
“ You should throw a party at the mansion. “
Briana shook her head. “ Um, I don’t think Brandon would be a fan of that idea. “
“ Um, isn’t he gonna be gone all week? “ Kim reminded.
Briana nodded with a slight sadness. Yes, he was going to be gone for a week. The longest he’d ever been gone since she had moved in a little over 2 months ago. She found her self practically begging him not to go at one point or at the very least take her with him. Brandon had explained to her, “ Briana, I’ve told you, this is business- PR stuff. If I bring you I’ll just want to stay cooped up with you in the hotel room and I won’t get any work done. “ That might have been true, but she still wished he would have stayed.
“ So let’s have a fucking party! “ Kimberly exclaimed, causing the pedicurist that was working on her toes to jump slightly. “ We could invite the girls from the club and the bit of people that we know and throw a little bash. Good tunes, good food, good time. “ Briana was actually considering it. “ I mean seriously Bri, what’s the point in having this amazing house if you’re not putting it to use? “
“ That’s true, “ Briana agreed. Why shouldn’t she throw a party? Brandon was gone and the more she thought about it, the more upset it made her. She was well overdue for some human interaction. She did miss a lot of the girls from work and maybe some old faces would do her some good. “ Alright. Let’s do it. “ She smiled excitedly.
“ Yes! “ Kim cheered. “ We’ll do it- let’s see, “ She thought a moment then said, “ It’s Wednesday now, so we’ll do it on Friday! And the next day we could hire a cleaning crew to come bright and early and clean everything up and Brandon would never know. “
Briana was pretty sure Brandon would find out but she really didn’t care. It was a harmless little party and what did he expect? She was 21 for Pete’s sake; he didn’t think she was going to stay hidden away in his tower like Rapunzel, did he? Briana would have this party and worry about the consequences, if there were any, later.
“ That’s a fabulous idea, Kimmy. “ The brave young woman grinned. “ Friday it is then! “
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Hmmmm, well then, there seems to be a party being planned. How do you think Brandon will react if he finds out? I know how and let me tell you, you will be shocked... Just as shocked as Briana is going to be... Comments? Insights? Guesses? Let me know, will ya?
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