Disclamers: I don't own not a one person used :) in that fic. I don't own anything that they would like to have or don't have so there's no point in suing me. I don't know if they do what I wrote they do but I believe they're all over 21 so who cares.
Before you faint after reading the ratings, it's not what like you think. Just read :)
Sequel: to 'Celebrity' - the same AU ( I love that AU, more AU like that :) )
Dedicated to: Jools, she beated this part ^__^
WARNING: NC-17 - *sicksicksicksick* BDSM, M/S, 3some, really bad language, violence and... schmoop, what a combo *sick*. Let's just say that this story should be on 'Nifty' in authoritarian section!but then... who said that experimenting is bad?

Filthy Fun
by Kirke

PART 3

Danny-dearest is probably completely oblivious to what kind of evil, twisted plotting crosses my mind at the moment, cos instead of running away with a scream he leans forward and breaths a tough-in-his-opinion "Well?"

I blink, pretending to just not get it, blessing the hours of acting lessons I took in the past. "What do you mean, Danny?" I ask, barely masking my amusement with the faked interest "I'm just trying to remember..." the last word is cut by his tongue trying to harvest my tonsils. Jesus, what a skillful mouth, you want nothing more than sink in it and let Daniel have any wicked way with you he can think of.

For the few longest seconds all I want is to submit to this feeling, let him take me or do whatever he planned to do to me, so I welcome his hand on my chest with a happy, muffled sigh but just then a chain of incredibly strange images fills me... chest-breast-Jennifer. Oh... that makes it.

With a loud, venomous hiss I push Daniel away from me and sit up on the bed, growling through my clenched teeth.
"Wha
t the hell are *you* doing?" and before he could even try to answer I hush him with a sharp rise of the hand.

"You violated the rules, Daniel, you'd promised!"

Of course all my anger leaves the moment I look down at his rumpled, sweated body but I *shall not* give him satisfaction of knowing this, so I'm doing the thing I have years of practice behind me- I pout. God, I'm so good at that, lower lip pushed forward just barely but enough to notice, eyes that seem to say 'You failed me, I trusted you and you failed me... but then, what's new?' and my both arms crossed on my chest. Of course, it's rather dark in the room so I doubt that Danny sees me in all of my Diva Glory but that's not important, what is really important is the effect. He knows what I'm doing and he's scared shitless, that I'm going to say something like...

"Have a good night." I growl through clenched teeth and I mean it in some part... in a very small and covered with sweat part but he doesn't need to know that one.

That quiet, panicked whimper that sounds right beside me is enough proof that this would be the best punishment for him.

"No, Darren, hun, lover..." he pleads and I have to bite on my lip to prevent a triumphant grin from appearing on my face "I'm sorry, baby, you are so hot, I couldn't help myself. Please don't leave me like that..."

"Like what, love?" I turn my head slowly to savor that sight before, or rather below me "Hot? Bothered? Needy?"

He nods quickly a few times and sitting up gives me a look of a wounded puppy. "It won't happened again." He assures me and I don't need any light to know that his eyes are glowing with desire. If there were any doubts that my little spider net is wrapped around him tightly, they are all gone now. I choose that little euphemism consciously, I've heard that spider females eat their partners right after coupling and at the moment Danny is handing me a fork and asks do I need a handkerchief. He doesn't try to fight the feeling or pretend that he's untouched by the whole game, no, he knows that his mental self is licking my feet and, if I guess correctly, doesn't care anymore.

I sigh, pretending to think about it for a moment, even if my mind has been made up from the beginning.

"Fine" I state flatly, acting like that was the toughest decision I've ever had to make in my life "but you are going to do whatever I make you to, understood? Do something wrong and I'm really going to sleep"

He nods again and I let a small, kind smile appear on my lips. Some might say it's evilly twisted and since I don't have any time to argue with them, I'll leave it like that.

"Close your eyes and don't move a muscle."

I wait few seconds, wanting to make sure that he does exactly what I say then reach for a beside table and flicker a light on. The gentle glowing of small lamp floods our bed I finally can have a proper view on my dearest hubby.

He's sitting up as I told him, those long, graceful legs stretched in front of him, his hands put flatly on the bed for support. I moan, delighted when my eyes stops at his groin. Ouch, that have to be painful. I can see a damp spot where the tip of his cock is and all I want to do is to lean down and lick it. Maybe I should, I'm sure Daniel wouldn't complain.

"Danny..." I breath slowly "where did we finish?"

His eyebrows rise confused and for few seconds thoughts fight their way up to his other head, before relief washes over his features "Brad was about to fuck you" he says, obviously proud of himself. I chuckle, even if actually I'd prefer moaning or grunting or screaming 'Yeeees!' and 'Harder!'

"Mmmmmmm... aren't you a smart boy." I tease "Well, I have a mission for you but remember, only what I tell you to do, nothing more." I prefer to remind him than have to punish him for forgetting later... no wait, damn... too late, he heard that.

"Yesssss" he hisses and I have to wonder if he says that as he plugs deep into me in his mind, his fingers painfully digging into my hips. I don't mind, after all, a good imagination is a key to success for a songwriter.

I raise my hand, my fingers delicately brush over his damp forehead, in a failed attempt to sooth his tormented self. "Take your shirt off."

Daniel quivers so violently that for a second I think that I made him come. One look at his still visible erection assures me that I have nothing to worry about but just to be on the safe side I decide to warn him before he makes that heavy mistake.

"You do know that if you just think about cumming too soon I'll be really *really* disappointed?" I put just enough of threat into my voice that my dear husband understands that me being disappointed means a lot of disappointment for him.

He whispers a silent, 'Yes, Darren' as he reaches to his sides to catch the edges of his t-shirt so he can remove it. He's doing that slowly, teasingly, even if I can see that his hands are slightly shaking. I bet he'd love to throw that thing away with one quick motion but he is too busy trying to turn me into a drooling mass. That bastard is succeeding.

I watch almost hypnotized at the naked, flushed skin that appears before my eyes and want nothing more than to taste it with my tongue, lips and hands. The tips of my fingers are screaming, begging me to give up, they just can't understand why I don't want to let them roam over the body they love to touch so much. I have to smile, so many years together, thousands of days and night spent doing nothing more than pleasing each other and yes, I still want him as much as I wanted him the first night we awkwardly made out on his sofa after our third date.

Sorry guys, you gonna have your fun later, it's all for the greater good. No, of course they don't understand that thrill that rushes through my body when Daniel finally removes his shirt completly, allowing me to savor the sight of his flat stomach, erect nipples and chiseled abs. God, I feel like I'm looking at a greek statue, that man is perfect in every detail.

I know he's aware of what it's doing to me and he is *so* going to pay me for this one. *He* was suppose to be suffering here, not me. I was suppose to be calm, cool, uncaring and here I am, salivating like a damn high school kid during his first visit to a strip club. Oh, well, more of that later, if he wants to turn this into a Dan-display, fine with me, the more horny I am the more twisted things I can think of, so, after all, he's helping me with my revenge.

I think it's time for another phase, my favorite one- make him finally and completely understand that no matter what kind of tricks he tries, I'm still the big boss.

I go on my hands and knees and slowly, like a curious little kitty, start to circle his body, making sure that he feels every movement of the bed. I can bet my perfectly shaped arse that if he was watching me now, he would be cumming in buckets. Well, he can't see me but I'll do everything that is in my power to make this up to him. I bent me head until my cheek touches his leg and let out a loud meow.

I start to rub it rhythmically up and down, using the tip of my tongue to leave a wet trial on it. I have to say that Dan's self-control amazes me. Not only does he avoid making a single sound, I couldn't feel even a twitch of muscle. I wonder briefly if he fell asleep on me or after all, decided to play tough.

Well, judging from the rasped breath he's conscious so that means that he wants to show me what a big brave boy he is. Ok, Danny my boy, I can play tough as well.

"Danny..." I purr still rubbing my whole face over his heated thigh "did you liked the story I was telling?"

"Yes." Short. Too short. I want him to scream for me, to act like a dog that is closed in a cage while a bitch walks freely around it, I want him to howl and throw himself on a fence and I want him to admit that I'm doing all those things to him. Most of all, I want my sweet revenge.

My face stops assaulting his poor leg and I straighten myself up. I let my right hand drift to his thigh and aimlessly caress it, only nothing what I'm doing here is done aimlessly or 'by accident'. I know exactly what I'm doing, his legs, especially that place right above the knee, are very sensitive. You couldn't make him cum just licking it but if you mix it with other things, he's going to thrash around and beg for more. Of course I think that right now, I could achieve the same effect by saying 'cheese'.

I let my fingers to draw light circles over his skin, my fingertips not pressing hard enough to leave even the smallest sign of my presence there, but enough to let him know that I'm here.

"hmmm... I'm glad you enjoyed it, I am really but, you see..." a moment to prolong the torture of doubt "I didn't like it at all. It lacked something, don't you think?"

If his eyes were opened he would blink "I don't think so..." he admits finally after few seconds, not sure if that what I wanted to hear. That really doesn't matter, anything would do.

"Ah, honey, you are too kind. It was good but not *perfect*." I emphasise the last word by squeezing his thigh lightly "I like *perfect*. I live for *perfect*. What do you think it didn't have?"

There isn't even a second of hesitation as he answers "Sex" at the same moment as I finish my question. Damn and here I thought I was going to play with this for a while. Never mind, the best fun is still ahead of us, I'll let him have that milliseconds of victory, after all it's 43:1 for me and I don't think it should change soon, at least not for his benefit.

I surprise him by pressing my lips against the flushed, sweat drenched skin of his neck, then suck long enough to leave a hickey that would still be visible in the morning. I murmur my appreciation against that spot, allow my tongue to play with it for a while longer, before wandering to his shoulder. "Hot, wet, animalistic sex." I breath slowly against his biceps, my words caressing him and at the same time sending shivers down his spine.

"Coupling." Now I'm lapping on his arm like I was a thirsty dog and this was a bowl of fresh water. He has to like it, since he lets out that low, sexy growl, that I hear only when he's really turned on.

"Mating." My mouth leaves a wet trial of kisses and nibbles as I make my way to his erect nipple, paying them some special attention, grinning evilly, when I hear that he's deliberately moaning now, his hands clenching sheets so tightly that it's highly possible that he's going to rip them soon.

"Grinding." Now I'm taking care of that heated stomach. I can feel every twitch of a muscle as I brush my lips and cheek over it, my tongue rimming his bellybutton in a silent promise.

"Fucking" I open my mouth and cover as much of his clothed erection as I can, without chocking. His reaction, even if after all expected, is still highly surprising. He moans loudly and pushes his hips up in a quick, uncoordinated motion, his cock twitching so hard that I can feel it even through the layers of cotton.

My, my, I didn't realize he was so far ahead, just few licks and he would be cumming. I need to calm him down before he spoils my fun completely.

Reluctantly and to Dan's obvious disappointment I abandon his hot erection and sit up. I need to cool down myself, I'm so horny that I'm afraid to touch my own cock, even if that little brat deserves it. My body has to know that since it's been screaming for any attention for quite some time now. I try to not feel the needy throbbing between my thighs and concentrate on Daniel again. I do that, but immediately regret my decision. A sight of your husband looking like he could dance naked in the middle of the lobby just so you would fuck him isn't something I could call 'a bucket of ice cold water'.

Mmmmmm... maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea after all. My state of arousal is definitely working to Jonesy's advantage, so if I could get rid of it... no, I dismiss that thought, I may be cruel, refuse to play fair and want my sweet revenge but, eh... I love that idiot.

I lean down a little "Danny..." once again I nuzzle at his neck, my fingers drawing a path down his spine "Tell me, which of these words do it for you? Which of them made your cock twitch?"

I make my voice sound curious and seductive at the same time. I wait patiently for few seconds, while Daniel tries to gather together enough gray cells to answer my question. I don't repeat it, making him understand that I have time and can sit here all night long. It's not true of course, if Danny decided that he has had enough and went to sleep I would probably throw myself on him and fuck into oblivious but sine he won't do that...

"I personally like 'mating' the most." I inform him calmly, my tongue once again licking that spot I sucked just a moment ago "Such a simple word and so dirty in it's innocence."

Daniel moans frustrated, probably not understanding what are all these games for, if I already have him in a 'fuck me, please' state but I do have a purpose, I need him in a 'fuck me, I beg you!' state. Why? Um... cos I'm a spoiled bitch that always gets what he wants, whatever that would be? Cos I want my sweet revenge for leaving me like that at the party? Cos it's fun? All of the above and add another one- cos he loves it, even if he won't admit it.

"That's... coupling" he admits silently, almost ashamed, knowing that I won't let this drop. Dan can be so skittish sometimes. In our life we've done hot, kinky and even sick stuff, some of them he initiated or proposed and he still can blush like a schoolgirl. I found this extremely sexy.

"Umm... kinky" I moan happily "very technical but what else should I expect from my dirty little hubby." Just like I thought, those parts of his body that weren't red and covered with sweat blush to my great delight.

Like my mum used to said 'Training yourself a good husband is a hard thing to do but it's worth the effort.' It is.

"Oh, don't suffer like that luv. Like I said, I've got a mission for you and all in the name of my pleasure. Are you ready?"

His nod is rapid but resigned. Who knows maybe tomorrow I'll be begging him for a fuck, while he's laughs at my misery but this night definitely belongs to me.

"Well, since you are such an expert in screwing tell me with all the dirty, tiny, sexy details what happens next and better make it good. I want to be able to reward you for pleasing me, oki, Honey bun?"

I hear him letting out a surprised gasp. He didn't expect that one, probably thought I'm going to make him crawl and beg for it (I should... it would be a lovely sight), we both know he's better with his hands than with words, after all it took me three years to make him admit that he loves me, even if we both knew it long before. He's changed now, he's not as insecure and skittish as he used to be, but still he doesn't like wasting his breath when he doesn't have to. He's just one of those guys that instead of saying 'I love you' prefers to wake up at 4 am and run to the nearest bakery to buy me my favorite rolls. Yes, my Danny is a man of action... I am a real bitch to make him do something so against his nature, aren't I?

"He was... he is... reaching for your groin" he stutters and I roll my eyes for a bigger effect before remembering that his eyes are closed. I sigh loudly, heavily then moan in disapproval, smacking my hand lightly over his thigh to emphasise my discontent.

"Nonononono. Oh, come on, Jonesy, I know you can do better than this." He cringes at the patronizing tone that he hates so much, but this only turns he on further. How I changed our little verbal game into a real s/m scene, don't know but I ought to take notes to do it more often. "You are so urned on that you can barely breath and I know what this does to the brain cells. Yours are probably screwing the life out of each other, don't think about it, just say what you see."

He shakes head rapidly and I growl, finally happy as can be.

"Then make me proud, love."

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