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What A Girl Wants	By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Bon Jovi Views: 2555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Bon Jovi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: What A Girl Wants
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much
Fandom: RPS – Bon Jovi
Categories: Heather Locklear/Richie Sambora/Jon Bon Jovi, PWP, BDSM
Rating: NC17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others, please let me know so I can come and preen.
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora and Heather Locklear 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. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Heather always gets whatever she wants. And Heather wants Jon…

Heather ran one finger along the length of Richie's swollen cock, circling the head before smearing his pre-come over his belly. Richie whimpered and arched up into her hand, pulling hard on the handcuffs securing him to the bed.

"So," she asked conversationally, still breathing hard, "do you want to come?" She grinned as his lips parted, tongue darting out and running over them. She bent her head and kissed him lightly, pulling away before he could deepen it again. "It felt so good when you made me come, baby. Don't you want that too?"

Richie moaned and wriggled on the bed. "Y… Yes," he gasped. His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily, arousal sparking through his veins. He'd been kissed awake by Heather, handcuffed to the bed and teased for hours for no reason other than that it was her birthday. Not that he minded; not too much, he was just desperate to come. And that was the way she liked it, liked to hear him beg. "Heather, please… I need… I… Oh, God, please… "

Heather laughed. "Ok," she agreed. "But on one condition. You're not allowed to come until I say so, but you already knew that, didn't you?" She didn't give him chance to respond, sucking the head of his cock into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it.

"Heather, fuck…" Richie thrust up, hands curling into fists, his legs scissoring as he rocked his hips.

She pulled the blindfold from his head and met his eyes as she pressed his hips down against the bed, slowly taking more of him into her mouth. She gently scraped her teeth along the sensitive skin, before letting him drop from her mouth. "You can come now," she told him before taking him fully into her mouth again, sucking hard as Richie cried out, tensing and pumping his hips desperately as he came.

He slumped back against the bed, hair sweaty and sticking to his scalp, breathing hard, a dopey grin spread across his face. "Thank you," he whispered.

Heather smiled at him and dipped her head to kiss him on the lips. Richie relaxed, eyelids sliding closed as he waited for her to uncuff him. His eyes flew open when she climbed off the bed and walked towards the bathroom. What was going on, he wondered. Normally, his orgasm signalled the end of the session and she'd free him.

"Heather?" He called out, sighing and slumping back down on the bed when he heard the shower start. Shifting position to ease the stiffness in his shoulders, he waited for her to finish her shower. "Heather?" He called out again as the door started opening. His eyes widened when she walked out. "Wow," he declared. "You look amazing." He ran his eyes over her long denim skirt and white bustier.

Heather grinned back at him as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. "Thank you." She dipped her head down and kissed him hard, then made a show of looking around the room. She turned back to Richie and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She said in a mock-sulky tone. Richie grinned. "Well?" Richie still didn't reply and Heather pouted. "Richie…." She whined, bouncing lightly, pout increasing. Richie laughed at her sulky expression and pulled on the handcuffs. "Oh." Heather laughed, blushed lightly and leaned forward to unlock the cuffs.

"Thank you," Richie smiled, pulling her down on top of him and kissing her hard, fucking her mouth with his tongue. "Happy birthday, Heather."

Heather pulled back and met Richie's eyes. "Well?" She asked again.

Richie laughed and sat up, wrapping his arms around Heather, pulling her on to his lap. He followed her gaze around the room. "If you could have anything, anything at all for your birthday, baby, what would it be?"

Heather narrowed her eyes. "Don't you think it's a bit late to be asking me that?" She grabbed his nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pinched them hard, twisting them and pulling them out. Richie yelped, arching forward, gasping for breath as twin fires spread across his chest. "You forgot, didn't you?" She accused him, pinching his nipples tighter. "You forgot my birthday," tears welled in her eyes. "How could you?"

Richie grit his teeth against the pain, his fingers curling around her wrists. "Let me finish, baby, please." He groaned, tensing again as she released his nipples, feeling flooding back into them. "Of course I didn't forget your birthday," he promised, kissed her softly. "I've never forgotten before and I'm not going to start now. And I've not forgotten to buy you anything either," he continued before she had chance to interrupt. "You have got presents but they're hidden." He paused as she looked around the room again, frowning. "Hidden means only I know where they are," he reminded her. "The reason I asked you what you wanted is because we have the day together. Alone. And I just thought you might want something… special."

Heather sniffed as a few tears slid down her cheek, tears she quickly brushed away. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I just… I just…" She brightened up quickly. "Something special?"

Richie nodded. "Yeah, anything you want."

"Anything?" She echoed. "Absolutely anything?"

Richie nodded again, slower this time, wondering what he was getting himself into. "Absolutely anything," he confirmed.

Heather grinned and flicked her hair back over her shoulder. "For my birthday, I want…" she paused and met Richie's eyes. "I want Jon!"

"Jon?" Richie echoed, furrowing his brow.

Heather nodded. "Yes, Jon. You know, about 5'9, light brown hair, blue eyes… You work with him!"

"Uhmm… yeah Heather, I know who Jon is, but… I don't…"

Heather laughed and rolled her eyes. "You asked me what I want for my birthday. And I told you. I want Jon," she enunciated carefully.

"Oh," Richie's face fell and his stomach sank; he had heard her right after all. "I see."

Heather grinned at Ri's 's expression and pulled him close to her, whispering against his lips. "But do you know what I want from Jon? I want to see your mouth around his hard cock, want to watch you swallow as he comes down your throat!"

Richie trembled and he kissed Heather hard, whimpering as she trailed her finger around the head of his cock.

"Thought you'd like that," she laughed, kissing him again to distract him as she slipped a rubber cock ring around the base of his cock. "You do, however, stink" She told him, snapping one handcuff around his wrist and tugging him to the bathroom. "You need a shower, but this," she ran her fingers over the cock ring, "stays on. As does this." She pulled the dildo all the way out of his ass and slid it back in slowly, laughing as Richie's legs shook, a long deep moan ripped from his throat.

Heather pushed Richie into the shower unit and attached the free handcuff to a ring in the wall, making sure he couldn't reach the shower controls. She turned the cold water on full and stood him under the spray. She handed him the soap then leaned in and kissed him.

"Now you be a good boy, stay here and get nice and clean, and I'll go and phone Jon!"
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