Writing My Way Into Your Heart // Alex Bowman

✧･ﾟ: * Chapter One *:･ﾟ✧

Tags: sexual content between a Dom/sub.

"Yes, what?" Rosalie looked up to where her Master stood towering over her naked body, ready for his taking.

"Yes, Master Bowman." He smiled down, licking his lips like he couldn't wait to devour her.

Master Bowman kneeled over Rosalie, double checking to make sure the knots were tight around her wrists and ankles before settling between her legs. Her pussy was glistening with anticipation; it took all he had to not plunge deep within her, to feel that tightness around his cock. He wanted to go slow tonight, to make her come undone on his tongue and to have her wrists and ankles red from pulling on the restraints.

She was all his and no one else's.

"Is Baby ready for Master?"

"Yes, Master Bowman." Rosalie's breath caught in her throat as she answered him. Master Bowman bent down, his tongue slipping through her folds, licking against her tiny nub of pleasure. His mouth enclosed around her clit, sucking until he felt it twitch against his tongue, a small evidence of an orgasm filtering throughout her body.

Master Bowman smiled against her inner thigh, loving the small moans escaping Rosalie's mouth. He commanded her to stay quiet as he was tying her up, wanting nothing but the sounds of skin on skin filling the room when he fucked her.

"I want you to taste your orgasm, taste how sweet and salty you are on my tongue." Rosalie watched as Master Bowman climbed up her body, his hard cock lightly brushing against her already sensitive clit. The reaction caused her eyes to close and her mouth to open, Master Bowman immediately capturing her tongue.

"Mmm," she moaned, chasing her Master's mouth as he pulled away smiling. Her heart did a little flip in her chest as his deep sea eyes pierced hers.

She was falling, not for her Master, but for the small appearances of Alex that would peek out during moments of intimacy. Alex Bowman and Master Bowman were not the same person, and more than anything, she wanted to be with Alex.

"Rose, look at me." The hard facade of Master Bowman was gone when she met his eyes; this was Alex, the man she truly wanted to be with.

Alex held her gaze as he lined up his cock at her entrance before oh so slowly...

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My phone buzzed on the desk beside me, breaking me out of the writing trance I was in. I quickly glanced at it and laughed, "speaking of the devil." It was a tweet from Master Bowman himself.

@AlexBowman88: Hey guys! About to go live on HMS.com. Got the winning diecasts in from Chicagoland, just signing some for a few lucky fans!

I quickly clicked on the link for the livestream and set my phone up beside my laptop so I could continue writing my fanfic. It was crazy how a small conversation with a friend could lead to a new pet name for Alex and suddenly I'm writing a crazy fanfic of how a Dom/sub fall in love with each other. I know this troupe is popular, but how could I not write it about our beloved Alex Bowman? I mean, look at him; he's tall, he has the most perfect hair, hazel eyes that look into your soul. That raspy voice that makes you melt the moment he says hi. And don't even get me started on that smirk he does.

I swear, he can melt your panties with just one look.

HMS.com loaded and up popped the familiar face of Alex and his PR guy. "Hey guys, taking some questions. So pop on over to the comment section and send them in!" Alex smirked at the camera and I swear my heart leaped.

My eyes trailed over to the comments, watching the questions roll in. This was rare, Alex never does, live streams or Q&A's. Rarely he does anything on a whim like this if it isn't in his schedule already.

Alex's PR guy started to rattle off some of the questions that had to do with the stupid stuff I wasn't interested in. Truth be told, I knew everything about his racing career and most of what goes on in his personal life (I promise, I am not a stalker, just a very... attentive fan). I stared at the screen as Bowman started to fanboy about the latest i Prevail album when it really hit me.

This video was live.

My heart was in my throat when I realized I could ask him something in hopes that he'll answer.

I pressed the screen, the cursor coming to life with a steady blink. "Should I?" I don't know, what should I say? Everyone was asking him the same questions, 'what's your paint scheme?', 'when do you think you'll ever race on dirt?', lame racing questions everyone asks. "Okay, Ella, you can do this." Talking to myself seemed like the only pep talk I needed because I found myself typing up a question.

What's your favorite track?

Ella. Why? You know his favorite track is Kentucky? WHHHY did you ask that? I sighed, annoyed with myself because this boy has me tongue tied and my brain can't function clearly when I see him.

Annoyed, I glanced back at my fic thinking I should just continue writing this chapter instead of paying attention to the clusterfuck of this Q&A. The cursor continued to blink up at me when a crazy thought crossed my mind.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." I picked up my phone and began to type again. The moment I pressed send, I immediately regretted it because his PR guy started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Alex stopped signing and looked towards the camera.

"EllaJean88 wants to know if you've read any fanfiction written about you." My heart stopped beating in my chest and I suddenly forgotten how to breathe.

"Wait, what?" Alex tilted his head and laughed.

I wanted to die.

"There's fanfiction about me?" I typed back a response.

"EllaJean88 says yes, it's very popular on a few websites."

Alex smiles, "do you write fanfiction about me, Ella?" I squealed when he said my name, no lies there, and that smile of his! UGH. Just kill me already!

"No comment." Both Alex and his PR guy laughed.

"Well, I might have to look into this."

"Please don't!" I typed back. Alex just shook his head and went back to signing his diecasts with a huge grin on his face.

I didn't say anything else for the rest of the Q&A, already floating on cloud 9 for Alex saying my name and him answering my question. Pretty sure mentioning fanfiction to him was a very bad idea, but hopefully he forgets. I hope both of them forget, but I have a sinking feeling they won't.

*fingers crossed*

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A/N:  I know this is super short, but I really hope you liked it!  Next chapter will be posted next Friday! 

*As a little reminder* 

This WAS a Kyle Larson fic that I had posted a few years ago.  So if you are a faithful reader of my earlier stuff, then yes, this will sound familiar to you! But I promise, this will be so much better than that one!