So, here it is. My David Story.

A little background...

I participated in an interactive fan fiction on a friend's site, and my character ended up with David. I spent so much time immersing myself in his music and stories about him (which are hard to find, by the way) that he took over my thoughts for quite some time. I couldn't get him out of my head. He's still in there, rattling doors and opening drawers and such, but he's behaving himself. Mostly.

This story came out as an outlet for me to try to get through my little obsession. I told some of the girls from the other fan fic exercise, and they thought it was hysterical that I got so wrapped up, that I couldn't think of anything but him.

They convinced me to "go public" with the story, so here it is.

I hope you enjoy it. It starts here.

~ Hath

Chapter 52: Dessert

Monday, February 11, 2008

David was looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive. Good. That was what I was shooting for. It took all I had to get through dinner without leaping over the table and begging him to fuck me stupid. I ate slowly, drawing out the evening. David wolfed down his food like his very life depended on clearing his plate. I could feel his gaze boring into me while I ate.

I delicately wiped the corners of my mouth and stood. “Do you want more?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said roughly, “but not dinner.” I circled the table again to stand behind his chair. I dug my hands into his shoulders, and kneaded. His head dropped back, and I leaned forward to drop a light kiss on his lips. The beads of my headdress swept to either side of his face, brushing him lightly. He moaned, and I slid my tongue into his mouth for a second before straightening.

“So, you ready for dessert then?” I asked.

He gulped. “Hell yeah,” he said.

I smiled and allowed him to push back from the table. Taking his hand I led him up to his bedroom. There were candles flickering delicately, and snow white sheets on the bed. “Hath,” he whispered.

“Yes, my love?”

“I want,” he cleared his throat. “Will you let me take your picture? Please?”

This isn’t what I expected. “Uh, sure, sweetheart. I guess so.” I wasn’t naked or anything, so I didn’t really mind. I was just surprised. David led me to the bed, and had me sit on the edge, with my legs crossed. One leg showed all the way to my hip, and his eyes turned dark. He went into the closet and came back with a camera. He looked through the viewfinder at me, and swallowed hard.

“Sweet Jesus, Hath,” he said as he snapped pictures. He had me lean back on my elbows, prop myself up against the headboard, and stand by the fireplace. He set the timer, and came to stand by me. As the little red light flashed faster, I turned to David and took his face in my hands. My leg peeked out from the slit in the gown and David’s hands went to my waist. My eyes were half closed and my lips parted ready to kiss him when the flash went off.

I felt a slight pull, and the gold cord around my waist loosened. He tugged on the cord a little more, and the straps came down altogether. The gown fell away to my waist, and David groaned. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, as he traced his fingers across my collarbone and skimmed them lightly over my breasts. The peaks pebbled instantly and insistently, and David couldn’t resist. He took first one, then the other into his mouth and suckled greedily. I pushed my hands through his hair and pulled his head up.

“Happy birthday, my own true love,” I said, and kissed him hungrily.

David pushed my dress down over my hips, leaving me in the laceup boots, armband, and headdress. He scooped me up and brought me to the bed, settling me on the duvet. He held up a scarlet throw pillow and I looked at him, a question in my eyes. David smiled, and placed the pillow so it covered my naked bits and reached for his camera again. My eyes went wide, and I started to shake my head.

“Please,” he begged. “They won’t go anywhere but here.”

“Alright,” I said. I was still a little uncomfortable, but I trusted David implicitly. He took a few photos from the front, then walked around to the other side of the bed. I looked at him over my shoulder, wide eyed, and he clicked away. He made me feel so special, so beautiful, that in that moment I would have done anything for him. He dropped the camera when he saw the look on my face and stalked toward the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. I watched as he slowly peeled the silk from his body and dropped it to the floor.

I stood and dropped the pillow. I reached for David’s belt, and pulled him toward me. He was straining at the light fabric of his dress pants and I cupped him lovingly as he leaned in for a kiss. I worked the buckle, button and zip, and pushed his pants to the floor. He kicked them and his shoes away, and tried to push me back on the bed.

“Uh-uh lover,” I said. “It’s your birthday. Tonight the Goddess is here to please you.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, and dragged his boxers down and off his body. I stood and turned him, pushing him gently so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I locked eyes with him as I slowly sunk to my knees again, and took him in my mouth. He groaned and his head dropped back. I trailed my fingernails up his legs, making them tighten. I gripped his hips, and brought him fully into my mouth; relaxing my throat to take him all in.

I sucked and licked at him until he was helpless on the bed. Smiling, I kissed him gently up and down his length, and let the beads of my headdress clack against him. He twitched, and when he would have said words, I took him again in my mouth and sucked hard. He arched from the bed with a curse that trailed off into a moan. A minute later and his legs were tensing. “Hath…” he moaned a moment before he exploded in my throat. I sucked and licked at him until he relaxed, and he sat up to pull me up into his arms.

David nuzzled my neck and I shivered. “I want my dessert, too,” he said, and laid me down on my back. He trailed a hand lightly up my thigh, encouraging them to drop open. His mouth nibbled on mine while his fingers worked magic on me. I sighed when they slid into me and brought me up close to release. He stopped and moved to my breasts instead, all the while kissing me. Finally, his mouth began tracing a slow, lazy trail down my body until he was nestled between my open legs. He blew gently on me, and I arched off the bed, moaning his name. He licked me lightly, and I nearly cried.

“David,” I begged. “Please…”

David chuckled. “Now, darlin’ you wouldn’t want me to get a stomach ache from eating too fast, now would you?”

I laughed at the absurdity of his question. My laughter trailed off on a moan as he spread my lips and thrust his tongue deep inside me. He worked his tongue in and out of me, lapping at me, bringing me higher and closer to the edge. David could feel me constricting around his tongue, and he withdrew his tongue to nibble on my clit, and I lost it. I screamed his name and tried to grab his head, but he stopped my hands, pushing them roughly away.

David held my hips firmly to the bed as he sucked my clit into his mouth and thrust two fingers inside me and began pumping me. My head was thrashing back and forth, the beads of my headdress flailing at my cheeks. My hands were scrabbling for purchase, finally grabbing onto the headboard over my head. David looked up and smiled wickedly at me. He stretched his tongue out and I tensed before he even touched me. With long hard strokes, he lapped at me like an ice cream cone until I screamed his name again, arching hard from the bed. I collapsed, hands releasing their death grip on the headboard to fall around my head.

I felt the bed shift as David moved, and felt a sheet pull up across my torso. My eyes flew open when I saw a flash behind them, and I was staring agog at David.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Baby, don’t worry, you’re covered. I just had to capture you. You looked so sated and perfectly content and utterly mine.”

I shook my head, and sat, then rose to my knees. Pointing a finger at him, I ordered, “Put down that damned camera, come here, and fuck me stupid. I am a Goddess, and I command it. Cross me, and suffer the consequences.”

He smiled and complied. Smart man.