It had been three weeks since she'd come to him reeling from her unexpected breakup with Luke, practically begging him to play with her.
They hadn't played like that since, but she'd been amazed at how seamlessly they'd slipped back into being together. It was like that one act of trust between them repaired something in their relationship somehow, something she hadn't even realized was broken.
Deacon had warned her the next day, however, that there would be a consequence for the way she came to him, unbidden, and begged him—after she had gone and chosen Luke in the first place. Rayna had rolled her eyes in the moment, but secretly she'd been yearning for it. Consequences weren't things that came around very often in their experimentation—Rayna had always been a little bit scared of them, if she were honest. But the few times they had come around, they'd always left her feeling satiated and turned on in unexpected ways she never thought possible.
So, she'd been waiting for it, anticipating it, even though he'd only mentioned it the one time in passing.
She was sitting in the hair and makeup chair backstage in her dressing room at the American Airlines Center in Dallas, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone as her hair team finished up her look for the night. She heard a knock at the door and offered a brief "Come in."
Deacon popped his head in. "Hey," He said, looking at her and smiling.
She waved him in, and then stood up from the hair and makeup chair, "Can I have a few minutes, y'all?" Her hair and makeup team nodded, and left the room silently.
After they were gone, Deacon pressed the lock on the door behind them. Rayna walked over to him and slid her arms around his neck.
"Hey, babe," She leaned her head forward and kissed him. "You ready for tonight?" She asked. She'd finally gotten him back up on stage with her—he'd played as her band leader for three shows last week, and four this week, including tonight's sold out show.
He leaned down and kissed her neck, "I sure am." He pulled her to him, "But you're not." He let his hand trace the hem of her dress, "That's a nice dress, baby. Real short."
She pulled back from him and studied his face, noticing his mischievous grin. She glanced down and saw that he was holding a small black gift bag.
"What's that?" She questioned, looking between him and the bag.
Deacon held it up, "Oh, this?" Deacon chuckled, "Funny you should ask." He twirled the bag around a bit, "Do you remember a few weeks ago, when you came to my house… begging to be fucked?"
Rayna flinched at his word, but felt it immediately between her legs. She nodded, "Yeah." Her mouth was suddenly so dry.
Deacon reached out and ran his hand along her collarbone, "I thought you might." He stared at her, "This," He held up the bag to her, "Is your consequence."
Taking it from him, she felt her stomach tighten. She opened it up and peered inside. She looked up at him, her eyes widening slightly.
"Take it out." He commanded, watching her carefully.
She reached into the bag, and took the 'gift' out. It was purple and egg shaped, with a piece that extended off the end, arching over the back of the egg. "What is this?"
Deacon clicked his tongue at her, "You know what that is, Rayna." He let his gaze travel up her lean legs, stopping to stare at the juncture of her thighs. He leaned down and put his mouth on her ear, "Put it in."
Rayna gasped lightly, "Deacon," She whispered, "I can't." She'd never been particularly fond of putting things inside herself.
Deacon spoke against her ear, "That wasn't a request, Rayna." He pulled away from her, "But I've changed my mind." He took it from her hand, "I want to put it in."
He ran his hand over the outside of her thigh, letting it trail to the inside, caressing the skin there. His hand crept up closer and closer to her center, teasing the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
His head was still bent at her ear, "Are you ready for me to put this inside of you, Rayna?" His voice was slightly ragged, "Or do you need more time?" He inched his hand further under her dress.
Rayna let out a breath of air, and closed her eyes.
"Let's find out," Deacon said, his fingertip edging along the line of her panties. He slipped a finger underneath the fabric, and ran it along her. He gasped in mock surprise, "Oh, Rayna, you act so shy," He slid a fingertip into her, "But you're so wet already, thinking about sliding this into your pussy, aren't you?" He nodded his head to the egg she was holding.
Rayna nodded, "Yes," She hissed as his finger worked its way inside her, followed quickly by another.
He stilled, not moving his fingers, "Yes, what?"
She smiled, "Yes, sir."
Deacon worked his fingers deeper into her, "And why is that, Rayna? Why are you so wet for me right now?"
With her eyes still closed, she moaned, knowing what he wanted to hear, loving to say it for him, "Because I'm your slut."
Deacon pumped his fingers in and out of her faster, "That's right, you are." He took the egg from her, and traced it up her thigh. Removing his fingers from her, he pulled her panties aside, "Open your eyes."
Rayna opened her eyes and looked at him, watching his eyes flicker over her face. His gaze was dark, and she saw the lust clouding it.
He placed the egg at her entrance. "Look how easily that slides right in with how wet you are." He marveled as he slipped it all the way inside of her. Rayna inhaled sharply as she felt it fill her, not anticipating its circumference.
Deacon watched her face as she adjusted to the object inside of her. He moved the external piece to make sure it was positioned over her clit, put her panties back in place, and then ran his hand back down her thigh.
He leaned in to kiss her on the lips, slipping his tongue inside before pulling back and staring at her. "Tonight, you're going to come for me." He held up a small black object.
Rayna's brain tried to process the information, tried to discern what he was holding, but her brain wouldn't connect the dots through her lust.
Deacon leaned down and scraped his teeth over the outside of her ear, then slipped his tongue inside. Rayna felt like she might lose her balance, her knees suddenly unable to hold up her body. His breath was hot in her ear when he whispered, "In fact, you're going to come for me in front of 20,000 people tonight." He held up the black object which she now realized was a remote control, "At my will."
Her mouth fell open, and he chuckled as he watched the emotions pass over her face—shock, embarrassment, a touch of anger, and then the one he knew she would land on: arousal.
Deacon kissed her roughly, and then slipped the remote control into the pocket of his jeans. He stopped at the door, "I'll see you out there, baby."
Rayna stood in the middle of her dressing room, her knees shaky underneath her weight. When Deacon had mentioned a consequence, she hadn't thought it would be anything like this. She clenched around the vibrator sitting inside her, and she felt an immediate thrill. Giving Deacon full control over her by way of a remote-control vibrator was one thing, but to give it to him in front of 20,000 people was entirely another.
Rayna felt the coil in her stomach tighten, surprised at herself for being so turned on by the prospect.
A knock at her door startled her, "Time to walk, Ms. Jaymes," someone said on the other side of it.
Pulling herself together, willing her knees to work, she walked to the door and pulled it open. She glanced at people in the hallway, convinced they could see right through her, convinced they could tell how wanton she was. She put her head down, walked to the side of the stage, and took the microphone. As the announcer introduced her, she was staring straight at Deacon who was looking directly back at her, playing his guitar, smirking.
Smug bastard, she thought, and it's sexy as hell. She said a silent thank you to her wardrobe team for choosing something with sequins and glitter; the last thing she needed was everyone in the American Airlines Center to see how hard her nipples were.
Taking her place on stage, she glanced back at Deacon, who was staring at the audience. She knew it was no use trying to figure out what his game was, but she couldn't help but try anyway.
"Hello, Dallas!" She said into the microphone, "How are y'all doing tonight?" She asked, and the screams roared back at her.
She'd gotten through four songs, and nothing had happened. Somehow, she felt even more turned on by the anticipation of not knowing exactly when - or what - was going to happen.
Halfway through "It's My Life," she felt the vibrator come to life. She was walking across stage and stopped abruptly, but kept singing. She glanced at Deacon, but he was looking at his guitar.
He kept the vibrator at a steady pace for most of the song, ratcheting it up only when she wasn't singing so she could get accustomed to the faster speed. By the time the song ended, she was flushed. She used the loud instrumental ending of the song to let a small moan escape her, careful to hold the microphone away from her.
When the song was over, she looked at Deacon, who, she was pleased to notice, looked just as turned on as she was.
Thank god for that guitar, she thought, dropping her eyes down to where his guitar covered his groin.
When "Already Gone" started up, she felt the vibrator kick into what she assumed was its highest gear. She inhaled sharply, and she would have laughed at his pun if she weren't so horny. She sang the first verse, and then felt the vibrator kick up another speed, and then start pulsing. She turned to look at Deacon, but he was playing without missing a note; she couldn't even see the remote-control. The vibrator pulsed through the chorus, and then vibrated steadily through the second verse.
She knew Deacon was playing with her—he knew her body inside and out, could get her from zero to orgasm in three strokes, if he really wanted to. He always had been able to. She knew she would come exactly when he wanted her to, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was completely at his mercy, and in front of a sold out arena at that. The thought thrilled her beyond belief.
They'd had their exhibitionist moments to be sure, but this was on another level. She glanced out at the crowd, and realized she couldn't do this looking at them. She turned instead to look at Deacon, watched him strumming his guitar. She still couldn't see the remote, but there was a guitar solo coming up.
He stepped forward, began to play, and she felt the vibrator within her alternating between the two highest speeds, with a bit of pulsating thrown in to the mix. She saw Deacon turn his head to look at her, away from the crowd so they couldn't see his face, and he mouthed one word. Come.
And she did. Right there in front of 20,000 people. Her eyes snapped closed and her legs wobbled a little, but she didn't care—most people were looking at Deacon, and the ones who were looking at her would never have guessed the truth: that Deacon Claybourne had just brought her to orgasm in the middle of a concert with a remote-control vibrator he'd placed inside her himself forty-five minutes prior.
When her eyes snapped open, Deacon was staring at her, still playing the guitar at the end of the solo which he'd stretched a little longer than usual, for obvious reasons. The vibrator speed was at low, providing a bit of post-orgasmic stimulation. She shuddered, and then gathered her wits—stepping next to him, she sang the last few lines of the song.
When it was over, she turned to look at him, and he smirked. She knew exactly what he was thinking.
Already gone, indeed.
Throughout the rest of the concert, he played with her—teasing her unexpectedly throughout the night, so that by the time the show was over, she was just as turned on as before it started.
As the last chords died down, she clenched her muscles around the vibrator, and nearly spoke through gritted teeth: "Thank you, Dallas, and goodnight!"
She turned to walk off stage, and Deacon followed behind her. He kept his guitar wrapped across him as they exited the stage, and Rayna knew exactly why. She led Deacon off stage by his hand, tossing him a look over her shoulder.
As they descended the stairs, Rayna raised her voice so she could be heard over the crowd, "No encore tonight," She told the sound guy.
Someone on staff came up and reached to take Deacon's guitar, but Deacon shook his head, "No, that's alright, I got it. Thanks."
They made their way through the hallways of people applauding, clapping them on the backs, and were almost to the dressing room before Bucky stopped them.
"That was…" Bucky said, drawing out the phrase, "Something else, you guys." He smiled at them, "Really, really great show." He said. "Electric."
Rayna smiled, "Thanks, Buck."
She felt the vibrator pick up speed and she turned to look at Deacon who just smiled.
"Yeah, thanks Buck." Deacon said, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his guitar across his body.
Bucky nodded, and headed down the hallway with a wave of his hand.
Rayna pushed the door to the dressing room open. When they were both inside, she slammed it and threw the lock.
"Fuck." She said, leaning her head back against the door.
Deacon took his guitar off, and her eyes immediately fell to the bulge in his jeans. She crossed the distance between them and threw her arms around him, crushing his mouth underneath hers. She hungrily slid her tongue into his mouth, kissing him roughly. He put his hand on her lower back and ground himself into her.
She could feel him against her abdomen, and she moaned into his mouth.
He pulled away and bit her lip, "God, I could still smell you on my fingers when I was playing tonight."
She ran her tongue across his bottom lip, "I can't believe we did that. I can't believe I…"
Deacon smirked, "It was the sexiest thing I've ever fucking seen." He kissed her hard, his hands burying themselves in her hair. He pulled on her hair slightly drawing her head back, and then he lowered his head to suck on her neck.
His mouth on her was going to leave a mark, but she didn't care.
Suddenly, she reached for his belt buckle, undid his belt, button, and fly, and slipped her hand inside. He shuddered at her touch, and jerked back with a slight hiss. She hooked her hands into his pants and pushed them down over his hips, gasping as his cock sprang free.
His jeans fell and he stepped out of them.
She looked at his cock, "That looks almost painful." She said, reaching out to touch him.
At her featherlight touch, he gritted his teeth. "I been rock hard for almost two hours, Rayna. It is." He reached out and grabbed her breast roughly through her dress.
She jumped at the sensation, not realizing just how on edge the rest of her pleasure points were.
She reached underneath her dress and slid her panties down her legs, letting them drop to the floor. She reached for the vibrator, still vibrating gently inside her—slipping it out of herself, she dropped it on top of her panties.
She looked at Deacon through hooded eyes, "No more games." She said, her voice rough with need. "I need you inside of me right fucking now."
At her words, Deacon grunted, and took her mouth with his. He backed her up against the full-length wall mirror in the dressing room, and she felt the hard glass against her head as he ran his tongue over hers. He hitched her dress up above her hips, and dropped a hand between her legs, feeling her.
"Fuck, Ray," He breathed, "I've never seen you so wet." He grabbed her legs underneath her knees, steadying her at the hips, and wrapped her long legs around his waist.
She locked her ankles behind his back and smirked at him, "That's because I've never been so wet. Fuck me," She breathed, "Now."
Deacon groaned, and then buried himself in her, driving his cock in to the hilt in one swift motion. As she felt him enter her, thick and hard, she thought she might pass out from the overwhelming pleasure. She'd been waiting for this all night. He pulled out, and pushed into her with a shallow stroke, twisting his hips to settle even deeper before he drove in again.
Deacon watched as Rayna's face tightened, her eyes fluttering closed as her mouth opened to release a harsh moan at the feel of him inside her.
"Yes," She breathed.
He leaned forward and kissed her once before his movements took on a new urgency. He pressed her back against the wall, thrusting his hips fervently, burying his cock in her over and over again. Her cries grew more strained, and his voice joined hers as he moaned her name.
She ground against him, and immediately began to tremble, whispering "Fuck yes, Deacon, take me."
His body cried out for release, and on his next stroke it overtook him, an intense orgasm sending pulses of energy through him as he emptied himself into her. With three final desperate strokes, he felt her break—her muscles clenched and she let out a strangled cry, her head pressing back into the mirror as she came around him.
She was panting against him, and her face was flushed. Keeping himself inside of her, he walked them over to the counter, where he set her gently down, and then pulled out of her.
He leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips, "Well," He said, his voice still breathless from exertion, "At least 20,000 people didn't see that."
Rayna laughed, and Deacon chuckled, stepping into his jeans and buttoning them.
He leaned forward to kiss her, shrugging his shirt on, "You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." He said, tugging the skirt of her dress back down around her hips. He reached down and grabbed her panties and the vibrator. He slipped the vibrator back into the little black bag he'd given it to her in, "And we're saving this for later use." He slipped her legs through the panties, and pulled them up over her hips, leaning in to kiss her. "I love you." He said, buttoning his shirt.
"And I love you." She leaned her head back against the wall. "Maybe I'll have to find ways to draw more consequences in the future." She whispered, looking at him through her lashes.
His gaze flashed dark and then he leaned into her, his breath on her face, "Oh, please do, Rayna." He said, running his hand over her smooth calf, "Please do."
Someone pointed out that I missed the opportunity to call this story 50 Shades of Ray. Sad about that.
There might be more to come including origins of Rayna & Deacon experimenting with light BDSM and that edgy moment with Teddy, and possible role reversal...
In the words of Liam, "It depends."