A/N: WARNING! This fic is extremely graphic and should not be read by anyone under 17 years of age. You have been forewarned! I don't own Instant Star. Guilt from lack of posting warrants a second post. Don't get used to it. I don't feel that guilty.

Come Back To Bed Part Deux

Tommy gazed at her belly button as if its depths contained the secrets of the universe. "Tommy…" I said seductively as my fingers deftly traced his collarbone. "Do you have any handcuffs?" I said batting my eyelids at him. "I have all sorts of toys under the bed…" he said grinning mischievously. She grabbed his head roughly and pressed her lips against him. After a few minutes of furious tonsil hockey she left him senseless lying on his back while she rummaged underneath the enormous bed. She pulled the items she wanted and straddled his stomach; she reached over and handcuffed his left wrist to the bed post. It took a few moments for his brain to register what she was doing, but by then she had already secured his right wrist to the other bed post. "Jude, what are you doing?" he said nervously. "Oh just experimenting…" she said with a smirk as she secured his ankles at posts at the end of the bed; the metal clinking as she closed the remaining cuff. She saw his Adam's apple bob up and down before she saw him make an audible gulp. "Honey, you ain't seen nothing yet..." she said as her innocence faded away right before his very eyes.

Tommy's body shivered. Jude noticed and laughed; her laugh bounced around the walls of the room and left Tommy feeling more than a little anxious. "Don't worry Tommy, don't you trust me?!" she said with a smirk. She grabbed the gel and squeezed a generous amount into the palm of her hand. "What do you plan on doing with that?" he said his eyes staring darkly into mine. "Oh you'll see; good things come to those who wait…" I said as I closed the distance to the bed with two strides. I rubbed my palms against his wrists, down his forearms, to his biceps, and rested them on his shoulders. I squeezed them harshly to try to work the kinks out of his shoulders and neck. "Tense, Quincy?!" I said with a lascivious grin. I squeezed more gel into my hands and began to vigorously rub them all over his chest and abdomen. His muscles rippled as I worked my hands. I paid careful attention to each nipple and blew cool air against them until they were taught. I put a pincer like grip on them and squeezed. A deep groan resonated from his mouth and I knew the gel was working. I began to stroke his v-bone for a while. Then, I rested my hands on his thighs and moved them up and down enjoying the feeling of sliding them downwards until I reached his ankles. I smiled as I looked down at my handiwork. I noticed an area I had purposely ignored. I squeezed more of the gel onto my hands and frowned as I struggled to get the final dregs out. "Looks like you're all out, Quincy." I said. "I'll buy some more." he said hoarsely as his breathing grew harsh. I made quick work of his groin, although he was already straining by the time my hands coated him with the gel. I stood there watching as he fought his body's urges. I was entranced at how much control he had, but I was the one running the show. And I wanted that to be clear. I slid onto the edge of the bed by his feet. He stared idly at me with an almost bored expression on his face. His body was shiny from a layer of the gel that I had slathered onto his body. I rested myself lightly on his shin and slid my body until my center sat atop his knee cap. And then I began to rub myself against him while I stared straight into his dark eyes. I drove my hips into him. He didn't move a muscle. My hands clutched the sheets of the bed as I slid over him and into him and around him. I could feel the gel being absorbed into my core. And it felt good. I felt things in my stomach tighten. And I liked it. I glided over his left thigh. Up. Down. Up. Down. I rubbed myself over his thigh, his stomach, his chest, every inch of his skin I claimed with skin, and teeth, and tongue until both our bodies were slick with the the gel. My body was on fire. It felt like every nerve was standing on end. I turned around, so my back was to him and slid down his right thigh. Up. Down. Up. Down. I moved down his knee and rubbed my buttocks against it savagely. Up. Down. Up. Down. Tommy was moaning my name over and over by then. It was like sweet music to my ears. His erection was fully grown and was rubbing against his stomach he was so hard. He wasn't prepared for what I did next…

I leaned my elbows to the side of my body and arched my back before I slid my body down his length. His eyes shot open and he struggled against his restraints as he entered me from behind from my prompting. From my advantageous position above him I could control the depth and speed of his penetration. He laid hot kisses against my shoulder and neck as I rode him. I moved slowly allowing my body to adjust to him. The gel that coated my butte and his dick eased the movements as he went in and out. In. Out. In. Out. As I slid onto him I was awashed with white hot pleasure. Each time he entered me it felt like he filled my entire body completely as if he grew larger than humanly possible and I could feel him in my chest straining to push through my body and out of my mouth. Lightning struck. All thoughts were shoved to the back of my mind as I slowly began to increase the pace. All I could do was feel. It was a primal urge, desire, a need to be filled, to be made whole, to feel satisfied. When I felt like I was going to burst I slowed down. I toyed with him. I changed penetration depths. I changed angles. I changed speeds. I wanted to feel him everywhere inside of me filling me until I cried out his name. Over and over again. And so I did. I lost count each time he made me cum. And each time I climaxed he was still rock hard never once seeking his own release. Years of discipline, honing control of his body, so that he alone was in control. I slammed myself against him no longer playing it safe. This time I wanted it rough. I wanted it hard. And I wanted it fast. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Our skin made a slapping sound as I bounced up and down against his flesh. As I was about to cum I leaned forward and grabbed his feet and squeezed down at the pressure points that he had massaged on my feet earlier that night. His climax surprised him and he cried out loudly. We were both breathing hard. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. My ears were still ringing from the force of my scream. A mirror had shattered. Oops. I gently removed myself from him and draped my body on top of his as I nuzzled his neck. I rested my ear against his chest and listened to his heart racing...dum dum...dum dum...dum..dum...dum dum... His eyes were still glazed over from his orgasm; he had a silly grin plastered on his face and I couldn't help but love him for it. "You're one of a kind you know that…" he said when he was finally able to muster some words. "And you're all mine…" he growled possessively before pulling me into a hungry kiss as if he could swallow me whole.

To be continued…