Band One-Shots (Open!)

Obedience (Chris Motionless)

Author's Note: Part Two to Hello There. BDSM ahead. I wasn't given much of a scenario so I'm doing the best I can. Then .s are so Wattpad doesn't block this.

I squirmed as his fingertips traced over my body, struggling against the handcuffs that bound me to his bed as he tortured my most sensitive areas.

"Please Master," I begged, "Please let me cu.m." "Not a chance." he breathed, trailing his fingers down my stomach to my heated core as his perfectly sculpted body hovered over mine.

Two of his long tattooed fingers slipped down to slowly rub my cli.t, earning a moan of much-desired pleasure from my soft lips.

"Do you like that, Slu.t?" he whispered, his breath hit against my neck. Oh what I would give to see him, touch him, taste him... But he was keeping me blindfolded.

"Yes Master!" I moaned quietly, bucking my hips, searching for more friction. His fingers moved further down to slide inside of me as his thumb began to rub circles over my cli.t.

"Oh Master, yes!" I cried out, his fingers fu.cking me hard and fast. I could feel how badly I needed to cu.m, how badly I needed to release. But now matter how I begged, he wouldn't give in.

I awoke from yet another sexy dream about my boyfriend, my Dominant, Chris. I could tell right away how wet I was for him.

He's had me on denial for three months now, until he gets home from tour. But his tour ends in a week. I can make it that long, right?

Who am I kidding, I'm going fucking insane. I need to cum. More specifically, I need him to make me cum.

I grabbed my laptop and pulled up Skype, using it to call Chris. He answered, his face holding one of his heart-melting, panty-soaking smiles.

"Hello my beautiful Hanna." he smiled. "I need you Master." I whined, not caring to bother with hellos. That's not why I called.

His smile quickly turned from a sweet smile to a lustful, vicious one. "Hold on." he said, and I saw him leave the main part of the RV and get into his bunk on the floor.

Ricky and I both worry he's going to break his neck every time the RV stops because he sleeps fucking backwards for some reason.

"So you need me, Slut?" Chris smirked, "Why is that?" "My um," I caught myself on the incorrect wording, "Your property is all tingly and wet Master..." I told him, blushing.

He chuckled darkly. "Slut just can't wait for Master to get home, can she?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

"I need you so bad!" I cried, wanting to stick my hand right down my pants and take care of myself. But I wouldn't.

He knew it and I knew it. Only Master touches down there, except for using the restroom. Kind of unavoidable.

"Well just what do you expect me to do about that?" he asked, "I'm not home yet." I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to ask, "May I touch your property, Master?"

His face grew cold as he gave me an angry glare. "How fucking dare you." he hissed through gritted teeth.

"Who touches there?" he growled. "You do." I answered sheepishly as I lowered my gaze, knowing I was in trouble again.

"That's right. No one else touches there but me. Those are my fuckholes to use and deny however I see fit for them, not you! Unless..."

I looked back at the screen as his voice trailed off. "Unless what Master?" I questioned, feeling slightly afraid of what his evil mind had in store.

"Unless you wish to take back your submission to me, and be free to do what you like to your body." he said. I could tell by the look on his face he truly meant that.

My jaw fell open as tears swarmed in my eyes. "You'd let me just leave you?" I whimpered, my lust now forgotten entirely.

"If it's what makes you the happiest then yes I would, but I didn't mean it like that, Hanna." Chris said softly.

"I only meant we wouldn't be Dominant and submissive anymore. I don't want to lose you, ever..."

"Doesn't seem like you meant it that way." I mumbled. I grabbed a Raggedy-Anne type doll off my bed that Chris had gotten me because it resembled the real Annabelle, not the movie version.

I felt a tear slide down my cheek as he spoke. "Hanna of course I didn't mean it that way. I love you so much. I just want what's best for you.

"If being my submissive isn't working out for you, then that's fine. I'd rather know so I can do whatever I can to make you happy."

I was about to respond to his words when I heard Ricky's voice. "Yo Chris, it's almost time, bro. We gotta go and get shit organized."

A sob shook my body. I love that he's out doing what makes him happy, but it makes things so complicated for us sometimes...

"I'll talk to you as soon as I can Hanna. I love you." Chris told me. "I love you too." I said quietly, and then he was gone.

I set the laptop off my lap, and then burst into tears as I hugged the doll tightly to my chest. Everything went from being so perfect one second, to this...

I laid there for what felt like an eternity, but was really about 15 minutes, until I heard my front door open.

I quickly wiped my tears and grabbed the large samurai sword I ordered from Japan, then crept out of my room.

I took silent steps, careful to not even breathe loud, as I kept the sword raised high whilst searching for the intruder.

I heard the sound of a few bags dropping in the living room and headed that way, ready to hack the stranger to pieces if need be.

I slid along the wall with my back to it, silently counted to three, and then jumped around the corner.

I was face to face with the person and without hesitation I swung the sword. The person shrieked and hit the floor, the sword slicing through the air where their head had just been.

"Not necessary!" Chris whimpered below me. "Oh my God Chris!" I exclaimed, tossing the sword over to the couch.

I dropped to my knees and clung to him as I started crying yet again, so he held me tightly in his arms.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice muffled since I had my face in the crook of his tattooed neck.

"We're playing a show in Pittsburgh tomorrow, then one further up, so I'm home for the night." he smiled, running his fingers through my hair.

Damn him, he knows that's a turn on. I crashed my lips against his, and he held my face in his hands as he kissed back.

"I will never let you go." he whispered against my lips. "Good." I murmured back. He smiled. "Now get in the bedroom, you dirty fucking whore."

I grinned and raced into the bedroom, his loud footsteps booming behind me. He grabbed me by the waist when I reached the doorway.

Chris lifted me up and tossed me onto my bed, then immediately yanked off his shirt. He started to undo his pants, but I stopped him.

"Let me." I breathed. He moved closer to me so his legs were against the bed. I unbuttoned his jeans, then tugged the zipper down with my teeth, keeping my eyes on him.

We fell into our normal sex routine for when he gets home. I blow him, he ties me up, eats me out, then fucks me senseless.

It didn't take long of him fucking me till I was right there on the edge. Just before I could orgasm, he pulled out.

"Master please don't stop!" I begged, pulling against my restraints. "You forgot." Chris panted, "I said the end of tour. Not a week before the end."