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Who's In Charge	By : TheFairyWithBoots Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 63 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction written out of respect and admiration. I obviously make no claim the characters in this story, and anything that I write is simply written for my own entertainment, and hopefully for others as well.

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- 1-Who's In Charge
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She could tell by the way Robert glared at her at the dinner table that her attitude had her on thin ice. He had told her that he would do whatever she wanted as soon as they got back to the hotel, but that would require her to sit and listen to him talk endlessly to his band mates about topics that were tedious to her. She wanted his attention now. 
She sat with her arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot impatiently. She knew that he heard it because she could see him close his eyes and take a deep breath as if his patience was being worn thin. She felt a smug satisfaction at the fact that she was making him feeling something, even if that something was annoyance. She wasn't going to let him ignore her. The pit in her stomach ached as she longed to have him inside her. 
Dinner was tediously long. She kept her expression passive as Robert continued his conversation. She kept consistently tapping her foot, knowing that the noise was getting on his nerves. It took a lot to annoy him or make him angry, and she felt a strange sense of arousal when she knew she was pressing the right buttons. 
The others glanced over at her, and Robert's face looked angry for a brief moment but he quickly masked it. He propped his arms up on the table, and her eyes travelled down his muscular arms, biting her lower lip. He covered his mouth and cleared his throat. 
"Why don't you blokes go and get us another round of drinks?" he suggested gently. A sly smirk came across her face. She knew he wouldn't yell at her in front of anyone, and she relished in having this kind of power over him.
Once they were alone at the table, a blank expression came across Robert's face as he reached into his wallet to pull out the key to their hotel room.
"What are you-"
He cut her off, handing her the key. "Save it. I'll have security drive you back to the hotel. Wait for me there and don't leave the room until I get back."
Her brow furrowed. What right did he have to make her stay in the room!?
"But-"
"I said save it. I'm not having you interrupt the meeting with your childish antics. Stay in the room. I'll have security keep an eye on you. If you leave, then I will know and will deal with you accordingly when I get back." His band mates came back to the table with another round of drinks, prompting the end of his stern lecture. He waved security over before giving her a stern glare. "We'll talk about this later." 
She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a scowl. "Maybe we will, maybe we won't."
Robert's face changed in that moment and he gave her a dangerous glare. He didn't even have to speak; his look dared her to say that again. She felt so small, and she thought for a moment that he might force her over his knee right in front of everyone. 
She smiled weakly. "Maybe we will..."
Robert picked up his fresh drink and took a sip as he glared at her, as if to silently say "I thought so."
Robert told his bodyguard to escort her back to the hotel and to call him if she tried to go out. She followed security out of the restaurant and into the limo, her arms crossed as she sulked.
She was driven back to the hotel, knowing very well that Robert was going to let her have it once he got back. The look on his face after she had challenged him sent chills down her spine as she looked out the window, watching the city pass by her. 
She quietly made her way up to their hotel room once security handed the keys over to valet. Her stomach turned into knots as she anticipated what Robert was going to do to her once he got back.
She figured she may as well be ready. She showered and shaved, freshening up as best she could. She had expected to be waiting for hours; thought that perhaps he would stay out longer just to punish her for her behaviour. But she heard the door to their room opening as she was getting out of the shower and wrapping herself in a towel.
She came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her. He was taking his jacket off and putting his keys and wallet on the nightstand. He turned around to face her. He was already much taller than her, but his anger made him seem larger. He placed his hands on his hips.
"Are you going to explain what the fuck that was back at the restaurant!?"
She flinched at his harsh tone but maintained her nonchalant expression. She shrugged. "You weren't paying attention to me."
"I was in a band meeting! And you were acting like a petty child who wasn't getting her way."
She smirked again and shrugged.
Robert unbuckled his belt. "Drop the towel, and bend over the bed."
Her eyes widened in fear but the idea of what he was about to do aroused her.
"Why...?"
"What the fuck do you mean why!? Because I said to!"
She shrugged again. "You ignored me all throughout dinner and even sent me away when I became too much for you to handle." She saw his eye twitch when she said that, making him look like he was on the verge of snapping. "Maybe I don't want you anymore."
Robert's expression darkened, and he spoke through clenched teeth. "I said drop the towel, and bend over the bed."
She crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.
"Make me."
A sinister smirk came across Robert's face as he reached out and grabbed her firmly by her neck. She barely had time to gasp in shock before she was bent over the bed face down. Her towel was slipped away from her, exposing her delectable rear to him. She heard his belt buckle come up undone, and she braced herself for the sting of leather on skin that she had become so accustomed to. But she was instead met with him pressing into her, and she could feel how hard he was through his jeans. A grin broke out over her face as she realized that she had been pressing the right buttons all along.
She moaned softly, pressing her rear back into him, grinding her hips in an attempt to cause friction. His erection strained the fabric of his trousers; she needed him inside her.
Robert's strong hands gripped at her hips, preventing her from moving against him.
"Oh, no," he told her, a smirk heard in his voice. "You think you can pull the shit you pulled and be given pleasure so easily? No, you need to go through your punishment first."
She let out a whine. "But Robert..."
"Save it! And when you're in here, you'll call me 'daddy.'"
She glared up at him, sitting up in the bed. "What!?"
"You heard me. You will call me 'daddy.' Or 'sir.' I'm going to remind you again who's in charge." The smirk never left his frustratingly handsome face. The bastard was teasing her.
"No!" It came out like a bratty whine; like a child refusing to obey.
He knelt in front of her, coming eye level with her. "Yes, you will or else I'll- "
Her spit hit him directly in the face. He paused, closing his eyes as he wiped the saliva from his cheek. He took a deep breath before grabbing her firmly by her hair and pulling her against him. Pain shot through her scalp as he forced her face down on the mattress. She was no match for his strength; she felt so small and helpless underneath him, which caused her stomach to turn somersaults as pleasure shot straight through her. She wanted this. She needed this.
He loomed over her, his breath heavy on her neck. "You just keep making stupid decisions tonight, don't you, little girl?"
She couldn't see him because he had her face pressed so firmly down into the mattress but the feeling of his breath heavy on her neck and ear made her melt into the mattress.
"I guess I'm just going to have to remind you who's in charge here, aren't I?" His voice was low and seductive in her ear.
She let out a defiant grunt into the mattress. He gave her enough room to breathe but her voice was still muffled.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked while loosening his grip on her hair just enough for her to raise her head slightly. She turned her head to the side and took in a gulp of air.
"Fuck you!"
The grip on her hair tightened as he yanked her up into a sitting position. She bit back a cry of pain, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing her whimper or beg. Not yet. Her hands went up to grip the hand holding her hair.
"You're a naughty little bitch tonight, aren't you?" he whispered gruffly into her ear. "You want me to show you your place, don't you?"
When she refused to answer, he gripped her hair tighter, causing her to involuntarily cry out. "Answer me, you daft whore!"
His insults only aroused her further. "Y-yes..."
"Yes, what?"
He was testing her. She wasn't going to let him see her beg. Not yet.
"Yes, Robert." Her tone was antagonistic, knowing very well that he wanted her to address him as her superior.
His grip tightened on her hair. His other hand came around to grip her throat. "Wrong answer." He forced her face down onto the mattress again, flattening her underneath his strength. She heard his belt slide out of his belt loop, and she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself. He yanked her up to the foot of the bed, still keeping her on her stomach as he tied her hands behind her back with his belt.
"Robert, what the fuck-"
She was cut off short when his hand came down hard on her arse, causing that familiar sting to reverberate through her, causing her clit to throb with anticipation.
"Shut the fuck up a minute, will you!?"
"No-"
His grip on her throat tightened. "What did you say? Care to repeat that!?"
"Why don't you make me?"
Another strike on her arse. It was harder this time, knocking her forward as her skin burned and throbbed. "Is that was you want, little girl? You want Daddy to make you shut your insufferable little mouth?"
When she didn't answer, he tightened his grip on her hair. She cried out.
"Answer me."
"Y-yes..." she managed to get out, trying but failing to suppress her whimpers.
His grip loosened and he pulled away for a brief moment. She could hear his clothes rustling as he threw them somewhere as she lay there with her hands tied behind her back, her arse still burning. She rolled over, trying to get a better look at him before she was pushed back onto her stomach.
"Did I tell you that you could roll onto your back?"
"No..."
"Then don't." He leaned down, and she could feel his hot skin against hers; his fuzzy chest against her back. She felt his breath on her ear as his voice lowered to a sultry whisper. "I'm going to beat your pretty little arse black and blue for the shit you pulled today." She squeezed her eyes shut. His voice turned gentle as his teeth grazed her ear. "You remember our safe word?"
She felt comforted by his sudden change in tone. She was reassured that no matter how rough he got with her, he'd never hurt her. She nodded into the mattress. "Yes..."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir." Her tone was sarcastic, and she was tired of waiting.
She heard him sigh. "Close enough..."
She turned her head to the side. "How many times?" He would normally make her count with him.
"Hmm... as many times until I feel like you have learned your lesson."
Her stomach clenched with fear and anticipation. She felt him pull away as a rush of cold air hit her back. She took in a deep breath as she waited for the first strike.
SMACK!
She let out a half-whimper, half-moan as the blow caused her to flinch forward. Her delicate skin stung and throbbed. This was what she had been waiting for all day, what she had been aching to have him do.
"Had enough, sweetheart?"
"Fuck you, Rober-" She didn't even finish her retort before his hand struck against her arse again, this time on the alternate cheek. This blow felt angrier, like he felt genuinely disrespected.
"You call me 'sir.' And I'd watch that filthy mouth of yours if I were you."
She opened her mouth to retort before he struck her again, the blow causing her head to spin. She writhed in her restraints, the leather belt digging into her wrists.
"Say it," he commanded.
"Say what?" she panted.
SMACK!
"Say 'yes sir.' Better yet..."
SMACK!
This blow reverberated through her entire being. She felt his strong hand massaging the raw flesh of her arse, the mixture of pain and pleasure causing her to lose herself. She wanted to kick herself for allowing him to cause her to break so easily under him.
"Tell me who your Daddy is."
She scoffed. That one little sound seemed to be enough for him. He grabbed her firmly by the hair, pulling her up to press her back against him. She cried out, pain shooting through her scalp.
"I said tell me who your Daddy is," he said into her ear through gritted teeth. His teeth grazed her earlobe, as if he longed to take a bite of her delicate flesh. She longed to have him sink his teeth into her. To mark her.
She tried to turn to face him, to steal a kiss from him but his grip on her hair tightened. His free hand reached around to wrap around her neck, squeezing firmly enough to make it more difficult – yet not impossible – to breathe.
"Tell me who your fucking Daddy is!" he growled in her ear.
She gasped, whatever resolve she had left crumbling as she melted against him.
"You are, Rober-" The grip on her neck tightened. "You are, Daddy!"
She felt his growl of desire vibrate through his chest as he suckled on the side of her neck, nipping her soft flesh with little love bites. She let out a small moan, which she felt him harden at. She pushed her arse up against him, grinding against him in another attempt to cause friction.
She was immediately pushed back onto the mattress. "It's not going to be that easy, love. Your punishment isn't over."
SMACK!
She cried out as the blow caused her to flinch forward yet again. Each smack became more and more consistent. She tried counting to ten each time, but each blow became so intense, her brain went into shock. Despite the pain – no because of the pain – it felt so good. Her hands writhed in her restraints, her knuckles tightening as each strike against her arse became harsher.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
"Daddy, please!" she cried. She had stopped counting at that point. Her body was trembling now as the flesh on her arse was raw and throbbing now.
She heard a dark laugh come from Robert's lips. "Awww, has my little brat had enough yet?" he asked condescendingly. "I just know that you're so wet for me down there..."
She whimpered again. He was right. Her walls ached as she longed to have him inside of her.
SMACK!
"Daddy!" she cried out.
He groaned as he massaged her sore arse cheeks. "I love it when you call me that, my beautiful little slut. Say it again."
SMACK!
Tears rolled down her face as pleasure and pain coursed through her yet again. "Daddy, I need you! Please..."
SMACK!
"DADDY!" It came out as a scream. She shook underneath him, her legs trembling.
He paused, and for a moment, she thought that he might let up on her. She felt herself melt as his strong hands caressed her now red skin as if to sooth her. His hands slipped underneath her to circle her clit, and her mind became so clouded with pleasure, she stopped thinking rationally. She moaned, grinding herself into his hand, letting him know how wet she was for him. He pulled his hand away abruptly to give her another hard smack on her rear.
"No! Bad girl! You don't cum until I say so!"
She was sobbing now. He had completely broken her. She needed her Daddy right now, and couldn't take any more of his teasing.
"Daddy, please... I need you, Daddy..."
He leaned over her, the feeling of his fuzzy chest against her back as his warmth blanketed her felt so good, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
"Look at me."
Her eyes went up to look into his beautiful face. His blue eyes were gentle as he wiped a tear away from her cheek. He leaned in to give her a tender kiss on the lips. She closer her eyes, kissing him back as passionately as she could in such a position.
His hands went to her hips and flipped her around onto her back. She stared up at him, getting a full view of his gorgeous body. Her hands were still bound behind her back as he took her trembling legs and placed them over his shoulders.
He leaned down, pressing firm suckling kisses first to her neck, then her collarbone. She let out a small whimper as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling firmly. She yelped when she felt his teeth scraped the sensitive flesh. He seemed to like the way she writhed underneath him, so he continued this motion for a few moments before switching to the other nipple.
He continued until she was a trembling, sobbing mess underneath him. She felt him smirk against her skin, and she wished more than anything that the stupid belt holding her hands behind her back was gone so that she could run her hands through his blond curls, and hold him to her for as long as possible.
He kissed down her chest, leaving small bite marks on her skin, glaring up at her as he made his way down lower. Her walls clenched at the idea of him finally being between her thighs.
"Robert, I-"
His glare was dangerous, and she knew that she fucked up.
"What did you just call me?"
She shook her head quickly, knowing that she couldn't handle another beating. "Daddy, no, I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"
His large hand wrapped around her throat as he rose up to loom over top of her. Tears burned in her eyes as he squeezed ever so slightly, letting her know that she was completely at his mercy.
His eyes seemed to soften in that moment, and she could see the wheels turning in his head. He suddenly hauled her up into a sitting position and wrapped her legs around his waist, making her straddle him. The closeness was intoxicating, and the feeling of his hard cock pressed against her made her want to grind her hips into him but she was afraid of what he might do if she made a move he didn't give her permission to make.
His arms reached around behind her to his leather belt that had her wrists bound, and unfastened it, setting her wrists free. She gasped as he took her hands into his and rubbed them gently, pressing gentle kisses to where the leather had dug into her flesh and left an abrasion.
"Come here..." he whispered as he pulled her head down to rest on his shoulder as he cradled her like a child. "You were such a good girl, darling. You took your punishment so well. Now let me take care of you."
His hands lifted her hips up so that he could position her over him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wounding her hands through his hair as she leaned in to meld her lips into his. He leaned in, catching her mouth into a scorching kiss.
He groaned hard into her mouth when her walls engulfed his cock. Her face contorted with pleasure as she gripped hard onto his shoulders as she adjusted to his size. He buried his face into her neck, kissing and nibbling as they moved together. They started out slowly, but the buildup and teasing had caused them both to become ravenous for each other.
He kept a firm grip on her hips, still maintaining his dominance and control, moving her hips over top of him. She whimpered as he slid in and out of her, starting out with shallow thrusts before penetrating her to the hilt. Each thrust caused her to moan louder as she squirmed and writhed in his grip.
"Oh, daddy, yes!"
Robert reached down to rub her clit while he was still inside her. She arched her back, pleasure shooting through her like a drug, her breasts in full display right in front of his face. He took this chance to suckle on her nipples again. She let out another whine. Her hands were free this time so she wound her hands through his golden locks and held him to her breasts as he kissed and nibbled on her.
She felt a sharp sting in her core as his cock hit the right place inside her, and her face contorted with pleasure once again. Robert grunted as he thrusted upward, watching her bounce greedily on his cock, her clit throbbing and pulsing as he manipulated it between his fingers.
"Tell me who this pussy belongs to..."
She let out a few indecipherable whines and moans.
"I said tell me!"
"I-It belongs to you, Daddy..."
Robert groaned as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. "That's right, it does... no one else can have it..."
Pleasure flooded her like a violent current that she could not brace herself against. She seemed to lose control of her hips as they seemed to be moving at an erratic pace on her own as her walls clenched around his cock. The sound of his tight balls slapping against her were loud and clear along with the hotel bed springs creaking underneath their movements. She could feel her climax coming like a tidal wave building up and she knew it was unavoidable.
"D-daddy, I'm gonna-"
"Cum for me, baby," he whispered gruffly into her ear. "You've earned it... you've done so well for your Daddy..."
Her back arched as she felt her orgasm wash over her. Her thighs clenched tight around him as he firmly rubbed her clit with his thumb. She let out a scream of pleasure that she never knew she was capable of making. He kept a firm grip on her hips and he continued his thrusting, coating her thick, hot juices on his cock.
He groaned and leaned forward, pushing her onto her back as he leaned over her, his hips pommeling into her. She gasped and reached her hand up to touch his face. He took her hand in his, using his other hand to wrap around her throat; squeezing her slim neck with each thrust. He kept going, and she eventually had another leg-shaking orgasm. She heard his breath quicken, and saw his chest tighten, and knew he was approaching release.
He let out a few huffs. "Daddy's coming, darling."
Before she knew it, he let out a roar that sounded inhumane – almost like an animal – and he was shooting his love deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his hips gyrating as he rode out his orgasm. Their sweaty bodies stuck to each other as they lay there in the aftermath of it all. She panted heavily, holding him close as she wound her hands through his hair.
Once the high of their orgasms finally washed away, he pulled out of her, rolling onto his back to lay beside her. He pulled her to him, and she wrapped his arms around his waist, burying her face into his warm and fuzzy chest.
"That's what you were wanting at the restaurant, huh? You just needed me inside you..."
She nodded sleepily. "Mmm..."
He ran his hands through her damp hair. "You are such a naughty minx..."
She smiled sleepily against his chest. "And I'll do it again."
He chuckled and she felt his chest vibrate against her ear. "I should be used to it by now." He gently ran his fingers over the sores that his belt had caused by restraining her wrists. "Might want to give this time to heal though... and get you some more comfortable bindings in the meantime."
She raised her head from his chest to look at him. "Robert?"
He didn't get angry when she didn't address him as her superior; that side of him had already slipped into a slumber. "Yes, dear?"
She ran her finger over his bare chest, twirling his light bit of chest hair. "I love you..."
Robert brought her up to him to give her the deepest, most passionate kiss he could manage. After the kiss ended, he pulled the cover over both of them and wrapped his strong arms around her, blanketing her in his warmth. "I love you too, my dear. Now rest. I'll have a bath ready for us come morning."
Her heart swelled as she melted into his arms, relaxing against his chest as she felt safe and cared for. She was so sated from the two orgasms he had given her, that she was certain is was going to be worth the soreness she felt in the morning. For now, she drifted off into a sated sleep with his arms wrapped snugly around her.
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