Meet Me Backstage; Part 1

Finally, you were putting your degree to use. Fresh out of film school, you landed your first job as a camera operator for a music award show. Just to get your feet wet and put some money in your pocket to be able to pursue what you really wanted, directing your own drama. Your mind starts to wander, ideas for a script rattling in your brain when the award show director shouts into your headset, "Show the celebrities, you dimwit!" You muttered back an apology as you pan your camera over the celebs scattered around and you just so happen to land right on the one and only Taylor Knight of P.O.V, your fave of the group. Not only does he look devastatingly handsome with his bright blue hair and distinguished face, but he also smirks and arcs his eyebrow as he stares directly into your camera. Your professionalism goes right out the window as you have a mild panic right in the middle of the show as you jerk your body to the left and the camera follows your every move. You try to save it by settling on the pretty girl groups, but everyone just saw you freak out on live television.

You glance a look in his direction, he smirks again and gives a little finger wave to you. You blush and quickly look away. Your extra hand whispers, "You alright?" You give a hum as an answer and continue with your work. You can't help but think about Taylor the rest of the night as you work, while also blatantly avoiding putting your camera back in his direction. You do, however, steal glances his way throughout the rest of the show and at one point he locks eyes with you again and he knows you're avoiding him on purpose. You can see his jaw clench and almost feel the dominance rolling off him from across the stage. You wonder what it would be like to have the full effect of his aura surrounding you as your knees go a little weak at the thought.

Finally, it's time for the top awards and almost time for the show to end. You continue to pan over the celebrities and the fans of the crowd as more awards are called out. And then Artist of the Year is announced, and everyone waits with bated breath for the winner. Everyone knows who will win, but it's still a thrilling wait. Finally, the host opens the card and announces, "Poly Over Vegas!" You try to contain your excitement for them, but as you go to show Tay and the others again, they're gone. Until you feel a presence walk right behind you, almost in slow motion and a deep voice whispers "Meet me backstage after." You almost miss what he says but as you look over your shoulder at him, he winks and you know that you didn't mishear him at all.

Thirty minutes later and you are finally turning in your camera equipment and headset. You're tired, feet aching, back tense and your bangs sticking to your forehead with a slight sheen of sweat on your face. You mentally note that you probably look like a disaster and all you want to do is go home, crash into bed and sleep for a week. But then you remember Taylor and what he said to you in passing... "Meet me backstage." You start to panic because you have no idea where he could be as you start to meander the halls filled with staff and celebrities alike. It's a bit claustrophobic but you push through and find yourself in a back hallway, slightly hidden by darkness when you suddenly feel a presence behind you, and you know it's him. He just gives off a hugely alpha male vibe and it makes your skin tingle. You turn around slowly and he's instantly crowding you. Slowly pushing you up against the wall at your back, engulfed in semi-darkness.

He towers over you, taller by at least a head, as he dips down and breathes a soft, warm breath against your ear and whispers, "So, did you have a panic because of me?" His words ghosting over your skin and making you shiver.

You close your eyes as his body cages you in and stutter back a quiet, "Y-yes. You're a bit intimidating."

He leans back to look you in the eyes, his chocolate brown ones studying your face, flicking down to look at your petite lips, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. The tip of his tongue slowly sliding out of his mouth as he licks his own lips in response. "So, what's your name, cutie?"

You smile slightly, scrunching your nose a bit, feeling like you can breathe a little now, and answer “Lilah."

"Well, Lilah," he says huskily, voice low and deep, "I think I'll take you home with me tonight." And with that he takes your hand firmly in his and leads you out of the venue, your body thrumming with excitement as to what will come next.

He takes the back hallway to get back to his bandmates discreetly as to not stir up too much talk about holding hands with one of the staff from the night. He makes it back to the others, hiding you behind him a bit, and says a quick few words to the guys, mainly Nathan. They all murmur a bit and then as if to solidify what Taylor is talking about you peek out from behind him and give a nervous little wave. Nathan and Eric share a look with each other and look back towards you and Taylor. Chris and Jared give you both a thumbs up and you giggle. Nathan gives Taylor a nod and he squeezes your hand a little tighter. They maneuver around so that they kind of hide you from everyone else's prying eyes and head to their vehicles to leave.

You all make it to the vans and file in, Taylor lets you go first, and you decide to sit all the way in the back. He slides into the seat next to you while Chris and Jayson take the front row. The others are in the following van. You get settled and are hyper-aware of how close he is sitting to you. You glance at the other boys and they aren't paying any attention to the two of you. You turn your head to the right to look at Tay and he is staring at you, and then ever so slowly he leans towards you and whispers, "Can I kiss you, baby?" Your voice decides to get caught in your throat, so you just nod once and he then leans even further into your space and his lips connect with your softly in a sweet kiss. His hand moves to the side of your face to keep you in place and he tilts his head to get a better angle as your mouths slot together perfectly. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, and you let out a gasp. He takes this moment to slide his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss even more. As you continue to kiss him, he slides his hand from your face down your neck and onto your shoulder. It moves almost as if on its own down your arm and then onto your belly, his fingers light and nimble across your body. He makes it all the way down to your thigh and then squeezes slightly, letting you know clearly what his intentions are. You break away from him and lean back a little to look into his eyes. He's looking back at you with pure lust and desire and it sets your insides ablaze.

Ten tense minutes later you arrive at their apartment. Chris and Jayson file out first and you follow behind Taylor. They lead you inside and everyone is quiet, you all slip your shoes off as you come through the door. Tay starts to lead you toward his room when you hear Chris shout, "Good luck Tay."

Jayson retorts with "Use protection." They both end up cackling at each other as your cheeks flame bright red with embarrassment and Tay just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

He pulls you into his room and shuts the door behind you and then slams you against it forcing his thigh between your legs. His dominating presence makes your heart race, and a shiver shoots up your spine. He looks into your eyes like he wants to devour you and it makes you nervous. You tentatively place your palms on his taut chest and slowly take off his suit jacket. He lets it fall to the floor and you run your hands up to the scarf around his neck and start to untie it as you keep your eyes locked on his. You hand him the scarf and gently push him away from you as you start to undress for him. He hasn't said a word, but his aura makes you want to submit and all you want to do is please him with every fiber of your being.

You take the hem of your shirt and gently pull it off, dropping it to the floor. Tay watches you hungrily as he backs himself up and sits down on the edge of his bed. You then run your hands over your breasts still caged in your lacey black bra and down your torso until you reach the button of your jeans. You pop it open slowly and inch the zipper down to tease revealing your matching black thong. You shimmy out of your jeans and they pool around your ankles on the floor. You step out of them and drop to your knees and ever so slowly crawl on your hands and knees to where Taylor is sitting and when you reach him, you lean back on your heels. Your dark blonde hair cascading down your shoulders and look up at him through your lashes and whisper, "Do you like it," you pause before you say the next word and then even more softly say, "Daddy?" Tay's breath hitches when he hears that word come from your pretty lips and then he smiles like you've unleashed a beast within him.

"Oh yes, princess. Daddy likes it very much." He replies darkly. "Now, hold out your wrists." You comply instantly bringing your arms out in front of you, he takes his scarf that he was still holding and ties your wrists together tightly. He kisses your hands and asks, "What's your safe word?"

"Red," you answer.

"Good." He states as he stands up, looking down at you he smirks and then undoes his slacks, and his bulge is right at your eye level. You can feel the wetness start to pool in between your legs and your mouth starts to water. He pulls his boxer briefs down just enough so that his erection springs free and he hisses at the relief of not being constricted anymore. Your eyes are the size of saucers upon seeing his dick. It is large and you wonder briefly how it's going to fit. He notices your slight hesitation and pets your hair and says, "Don't worry princess, I'll be easy on you. This time" He swipes his thumb over his slit to gather the precum already collecting at the tip and gives himself a couple of tugs before he says, "Open up."

You look up at him and immediately open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. He places the tip of his cock on your tongue and without further instruction, you wrap your lips around him and start to suck him further into your mouth. He takes his hand off the base of his cock and tangles it in your hair lightly. He pulls it just a bit as you take him further and moan around him, the vibrations going straight through him. He lets out a contented sigh and pushes your head down just a bit further. You open your mouth wider and press your tongue flat against the underside of him and breathe slowly out your nose as you let him take more control. Tay feels your jaw go slack around his length and takes that as a sign that you want more so he places his other hand in your hair and with short thrusts starts to fuck your mouth slowly. He begins to push you further down his length and feels you moan around him again as he hits the back of your throat.

"You like that, princess?" He asks gruffly, "Like the way I fuck your pretty little mouth?" You moan around him and nod just a bit to let him know how much you like it.

You start to shift a bit on your knees trying to get friction in between your legs as your need for more begins to get stronger. He pushes his cock deep into your throat making you gag before pulling out harshly, hands still in your hair he pulls you to your feet. You hiss at the pain and revel in it as your core tightens even more. He turns you around and pushes you down on the bed, you scoot back so that you're in the middle to give him more room. He follows you, crawling over your body and caging you in with his own. He leans down to kiss you deeply; breaking away to take a staggered breath and takes your tied wrists in one hand, placing them above your head. "Keep them here." He commands.

You nod your head in response.

"Words, princess."

"I won't move, Daddy."

"Good girl." He then starts to kiss and nip at the skin on your neck, down to your collarbone. He pulls the cups of your bra down under your breasts and hums against your skin as he continues to kiss down your body. He places his hand on your left breast and rolls your nipple between his fingers and his mouth latches to the other. He rolls his tongue around the nub until it's hard and then bites down on it gently.

You arch your back as you moan out "Daddy!"

"Yes, princess?" he teases.

"More, please." You gasp.

He continues to move down your body, kissing and licking and teasing. He gets to the top of your panties and diverts to the side, spreading your thighs open with his large hands and start to suck a mark into your thigh. You hiss and moan at the pain as heat coils deep inside you, but not quite enough for you to release. He slowly ghosts his hands above your skin getting closer to your core and digs his thumbs deep into your groin. You thrash your head to the side and moan louder.

"Mmm, I love the sounds you make. I can't wait to hear you scream my name as I fuck you." He finally takes your panties and slides them down your legs and gets to see your wet core for the first time. "Oh, shaved I see. I like. Let's see how sweet you taste." He moans softly as he drags his nose lightly over your pussy lips to your clit. He opens his mouth and lets out a warm breath against you and your thighs tense around him as your breathing becomes more ragged. He uses his thumbs to spread you open and drags the flat of his tongue from the base of your slit all the way to your clit. He flicks your clit expertly a few times before he slides two of his fingers into your pussy. "So very wet for me already." He says against your skin.

You arch your back against him and moan again, "More, Daddy, please."

"Such a polite girl,” he chuckles mischievously.

He finally starts to thrust his fingers into you, as deep as he can, "Yes, Daddy."

He uses one hand to hold you open and sucks on your clit hard. Then he curls his fingers inside you and your legs start to shake even more trying to hold off your climax. He realizes that you're holding back so he pulls off your clit with a pop and whispers, "Cum for Daddy, princess. Cum all over my hand."

With those words, you finally let go and clench around his fingers hard, and scream, "Fuck, Daddy, yes!"

Taylor fingers you through your orgasm, slowing his pace as you come down from the intensity. He removes his fingers from you and crawls back up your body. Looking you in the eyes, blown wide with desire he asks, "Are you ready for my cock, princess?"

You look up at him in your post-climax haze and reply, "Yes, Daddy. Please give me your cock. Fuck me hard."

He smirks devilishly and says, "As you wish." He lines his tip up with your core and harshly plunges deep inside you. "So tight." He whispers.

"Fuuuck." You moan into your arm. He grabs your chin roughly to make you look back at him.

"Eyes on me, princess." He sets a harsh pace, fucking into your wet core deep, making you a moaning mess as your eyes are locked on each other. Your back arches as he grabs your legs to wrap them around his waist. He places his hands on your hips and thrusts even deeper, hitting that magic spot that makes you go insane. His grip on your hips is tight only fueling the fire inside, you love the pain. "Do you like it rough like this? Like the way I take what I want?" he asks darkly.

"Yes, Daddy. Use me please."

"God, such a submissive little slut. I love it." He replies. You keen at the praise, moaning more as he continues to fuck you. You can feel the coil deep in your belly start to burn again knowing you're about to cum once more. He can feel you squeeze around him, and he grunts with the tightness of your core around his dick. He slows just slightly and asks, "Are you going to cum all over this dick for me, princess?" You gasp at his words, filthy just the way you like and let your instincts take over as you cum all around him, the lewd squelch of the wetness between your bodies is obscene and you relish in it, screaming at the rush of feeling through your climax. He thrusts into you just a few more times before he pulls out and strokes himself over your body and his warm cum spurts from his cock all over your stomach, some even reaching your chest with how hard his orgasm hits him. He runs a finger through his spunk on your stomach and reaches up to your mouth, you open up instinctually and suck his digit into your mouth and groan around it tasting his saltiness on your tongue.

Taylor stands up and goes to his en-suite to grab a towel. He comes back and gently cleans you up. He unties your wrists and gives each of them a kiss showing his gentleness. "Are you okay?" he asks. You dreamily look up at him, spent from both of your orgasms, and smile brightly.

"Just perfect." You respond, "but a little tired." You giggle as he scoops you up and places you on the pillow. He pulls his blanket out from under your limp body to climb in next to you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to his chest.

"Then sleep, princess. We'll talk more in the morning." You let out a sigh of content as he spoons you, basking in the warmth of his body pressed against yours. He kisses your hair sweetly as you interlock your fingers with his over your waist, pulling him closer as you both drift off to sleep.