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Waiting	By : girlcalledkill00 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1858 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know or own the band Green Day or any of it's members including Billie Joe and Adrienne Armstrong. This is purely fiction and I made no money from writing it, just enjoyment.

Chapter List
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Chapter 5:
[BDSM! Proceed for het kink: D/s, humiliation, orgasm control, oral.]
"That's all you have to say?" She takes her fingers from my cheek and pulls the sweat soaked curls from my damp forehead. "That's a little disappointing."
I draw a breath. "Please, let me come...Mistress..." I sob. Fucking hell, I need a Kleenex, my nose is filling up with snot. I sniffle.
"Here, Billie Joe, let me," she reaches across me to the tissue box on the nightstand, and grabs a handful. She sits beside me on the bed with the Kleenex. I reach for it.
"No. Did I give youpermission to move yet?" She gets really quiet. I freeze, in fear, then I can only shake my head a little.
Humiliated, I lay there sobbing while she mops up my face. She holds a wad up to my nose, and I blow a few times. I don't know why, but it makes me feel lower than when I was made to kneel on the floor. I feel a twinge of resentment and irritation. It doesn't even makes sense. I feel like rebelling because of a fucking tissue, and not for getting my ass beat with a belt or denied my orgasm? But I do. Swallowing through a lump in my throat, I look up into her beautiful face, and I remember we agreed on this a long time ago. I trust her too much to dishonor that. So I hold still because she told me to. Because it pleases her. And because it pleases me to submit to her, even if I am to be humiliated by doing so.
She tosses the snotty tissues onto the floor. "Beg some more, I like it, " she says. Her hand finds mine that I have pressed beside my hip, and she curls her fingers within mine. She leans in and deposits little kisses up my neck. Shivering with pleasure and desire, I groan softly. "Mistress, please, no more punishment. I'll be good. I'm sorry I didn't follow the rules." I squirm under her as she grazes my neck with her teeth."Please..."
"Hold still, Billie Joe."
Her hand finds my hard cock as she is nibbling my earlobe, and she curls her fingers around it and lightly strokes it, up and down. Almost immediately I feel it twitch, then throb and ache, and painful yearning floods my senses, all at once. I moan from deep within my belly and writhe under her touch. Her teeth graze my ear, and she whispers, "Hold on, Billie Joe, don't come. Hold still. Beg for me, you are getting me so hot for you, Billie Joe...my beautiful sub..."
Whimpering, I brace myself with my feet planted on the bed. "Please Mistress, please no more, I need to come. No more punishment, I beg you....please...I don't think I can hold on any longer..." Yet again, tears seep from the corners of my eyes that are burning from so much crying. She keeps up the stroking, and she kisses my cheek tenderly, then sits up to look at me and smile. I drink in that smile with my eyes as if my life depended on it.
"Billie Joe,"she says. She stops stroking me and just holds my cock as I gasp with need. "I forgive you. I love you. You took your beating so beautifully, so brave. How can I stay angry with you, when you are so beautiful?" She leans in to kiss me softly, tenderly; her lips fitting with mine, a perfect match, like us. She pulls off, and wriggles down my body, until she again lays her head by my hips, and wraps her arm around them.
"Let's try this again. Now, don't come..."
Panic rises in my throat, and I whisper, "Am I...still being punished...?"
"Yes, but you're almost done, my love. Don't come, until I can get your cock inside me. Then I will tell you when you can."
I take a deep breath and ready myself. Again she wraps her pretty lips around my raging cock, and slowly, as I groan and ride the waves of pleasure and painful desire, she lovingly sucks and licks, in and out, deeper and deeper towards her throat, until I am writhing beneath her, hanging by a thread. She pulls off just in time, and climbs onto my sweaty body, and lowers her hips over mine, and lowers her hot, soft wetness down and around my near-exploding cock.
Eyelids fluttering, she throws her head back and grinds her hips into me, filling her pussy with my cock to the hilt. Reaching up, I groan and wrap my hands around her shoulders. Then she pauses and looks down at me.
"Don 't come. Don't come."
I am on the edge. "Please Mistress...." Tears come to my eyes. "Oh Jesusgod, please, I have to come, please, Mistress, let me come..." I'm gasping and drenched in sweat.
She squeezes me, deep inside. I groan and whimper. I want to please her, so badly. I squeeze my eyes shut, tight, and sob.
She says, as she caresses my face, "Open your eyes, Billie Joe, and come. Come with me. I love you so much."
She is riding my erection, and I grab her hips and with just a few thrusts I explode into her with an exquisite release. I am carries away by waves and pulses of pure, raw pleasure. And I scream along with the pulsations and arch my back and lift my hips to drive myself and my love as far into her as I possibly can. She meets me there, her back arching, her hot pussy grinding into me, eyes closed, lips parted, her own sweet groan of passion drowned out by my unbridled yell of complete joy. It carries us, on and on, until, drenched in sweat, she collapses onto my chest. We gasp for air together, skin to skin. We have forgotten what words mean.
Closing my eyes, I drape my arms over my wife and squeeze her in a tight embrace.
After some time, she stirs, and climbs off of me, and snuggles into my side. Drowsy, I roll over onto my side to face her. My ass still hurts like hell. She smiles at how quick I am to move onto my side when she allows it, because it's what I always do after she gives me a beating.
She holds me close with one arm wrapped protectively around my back, under my arm. She is careful about avoiding the strips of red belt marks across my shoulder blades. Embracing me, steady and secure with one arm, she talks to me gently as she caresses my face with soft fingertips. I close my eyes and listen to her voice which is soft and kind now.
"You are very good, Billie Joe, you pleased your Mistress very much. You're safe now, no more punishment. My beautiful sub. You were exquisite." She kisses me tenderly. I sigh with happiness and relief that she is happy with me; that I have pleased her. Releasing the kiss slowly, she lays a finger on my bottom lip. "You OK? " I open my eyes, nod and kiss her finger before she takes it away. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her. "Thank you, Mistress," I whisper. "I'll be good. I promise."
"I know you will, believe me. I hope I wasn't too hard on you, Billie Joe. But you really seemed like you needed a good beating. All day long, I was thinking about whipping your sexy ass with your belt. We were sitting with your mom, and I was looking at that silver belt buckle and hard black leather around your hips, and I was getting wet, daydreaming about beating your lovely ass until it was nice and red and sore. I'm getting wet again just thinking about it right now. Does it still hurt?"
I feel myself blushing at her talking about this and including my mom in the story. "Yes, very much...Mistress."
"Good. That makes me hot,Billie Joe. And I know it makes you hot too."
My face gets warmer. "It...does. I like it."
Smiling, she takes her arm from my back to gently take my hands, one at a time, and kiss my wrists, which are red and even bruising a little from her tight restraints. I guess I'll be wearing long sleeves, really long sleeves for band practice and soundcheck tomorrow, even though it won't matter. I'll forget, roll my right sleeve up to play guitar, and Tre' is going to be a royal pain in the ass about it when he sees the raw redness and bruising around my wrist. Hey Billie, you been playing the bitch recently? How's your ass? What did she use this time?he'll yell, when we are doing the soundcheck with about a million people standing around. And I'll tell him to shut the fuck up. I smile a little at the picture in my mind.
She releases my hands, and wraps her arm around me. "What, Billie Joe? What is your smile about?"
" Tre', and my wrists, I won't hear the end of it at soundcheck...Mistress..."
She laughs a little. "That's your problem."
"Yes, I know. And when the guys notice that I'm not sitting down..."
She laughs again. "Once again, your problem, not mine. But if you're really good, maybe I'll put something on your ass to make it feel better, Billie Joe. That nice smelling stuff I've used before, it feels kind of cool."
That sounds so good to me. It still hurts so much, I feel like crying."I'm trying my best to be good. What do I need to do, Mistress?"
"Well, I'm really comfortable here. When I'm ready to go get it from the medicine chest, I'll get it. But I want to relax here for a little while. You don't mind waiting, do you?"
I'm in so much pain. But of course I say, "Of course I don't mind, Mistress." She looks at me, expectantly. Confused, I say, "I'm sorry, Mistress, I..I don't know what you want me to do."
She brings her face close, and kisses me. Her lips are soft on mine, and she pushes my mouth open with her tongue, just enough to get me warm and make me groan a little. She pulls away enough to speak. "I want for you to wait for it."
"I said-"
"On your knees, Billie Joe."
I stare at her and feel a hot flush hit my cheeks. She is dead serious. Jesus fucking Christ.
With a sigh, I roll out of the bed, and get on my knees.
And wait.
The End.
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