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He hadn't told me what his stage costume was for the Kurofuku Gentei gig, only that it was "something I used to wear". I hadn't been able to see him before the show, so I was just as in shock as everyone else when he walked out on stage. He was dressed in an outfit he hadn't worn since the early '90s; showing more skin than not with a long black cutout sweater over a lace top that extended into fingerless gloves. Below that were his signature leather hotpants, complete with a leather garter and knee high boot on his right leg and a thigh high boot on his left.
The women around me were screaming his name in near hysterics, but I could only stare in silence at the muscles in his long, lean legs straining against the leather as he moved across the stage, the peeks at his chest tattoo when he shifted his shoulders just so, and the always sensual and suggestive way he fretted the strings of his guitar. Though I had seen him fully bare more times than I could count, something about the brief glimpses of skin and the hint of more hidden beneath his clothing always tantalized me. Watching his hands, my pulse raced as I remembered how he had touched me the same way.
Throughout the show, I felt myself getting more excited, starting to tremble and my lips parting as I started to breathe more heavily. Watching my lover perform was the ultimate turn on, especially since we both had been so busy lately we rarely had a moment to ourselves.
I gasped aloud as he started to swivel his hips to the rhythm of the song, in exactly the same motion that drove me wild when he did it in the bedroom. My thighs clenched as he stared straight at me, blowing me a kiss before turning away and heading back to the center of the stage.
Oh, he was going to get it.
Knowing this was the last song of the night, I started to work my way through the crowd, barely noticed as I made my way to the side aisle. I walked up to the far side of the stage to a staff area, pulling my backstage pass out from my jacket pocket and flashing it to the security guard standing at the entrance. He stepped aside with a slight nod and I walked through darkness, picking my way around boxes and extra wiring until I reached backstage.
I blinked slightly at the sudden brightness of the barren white hallway that held the band members' dressing rooms. Finding Sugizo's, I let myself in to a thankfully empty room and sat down to wait.
After what felt like an eternity, I heard voices coming down the hallway. I stood as the door opened and Sugizo stepped inside. He looked up as he closed the door and saw me.
"Ah, there you are," he said.
Two steps was all it took for me to close the space between us. I slid a finger underneath his leather choker and pulled him to me, our lips meeting in a fierce kiss.
"Did you honestly think-" I said against his lips. "That you could dress like that and act like that and not drive me mad?"
Sugizo chuckled as his arms slid around me. "I was planning on it."
I broke the kiss and looked up at him with a pout. "You're so mean, Daddy…"
Sugizo's eyes widened slightly before he looked down at my chest to see the handcuff necklace I wore, our secret signal established long ago to let him know I was in the mood to play the submissive.
His eyes lingered on my exposed cleavage, enhanced by the red corset top I wore, as he stepped back and turned towards the makeup table, pulling off his sweater. "Just give me a couple of minutes to-"
I interrupted him with an impatient stomp, the click of my heel bringing him to a halt.
"I don't want to wait!" I whined. "That entire live was torture!" I switched to a mocking tone. "What's the matter, too tired to fuck me? Are you getting too old?"
That did it.
Sugizo whirled around and grabbed my upper arm in a vice-like grip, pulling me close and staring me down with gritted teeth.
"How dare you speak to me that way," his voice was low and dangerous. It made me shiver. I looked into his eyes and saw the arousal behind his angry glare. This was all part of the game.
"You think I can't handle a dirty little slut like you? I see I haven't taught you well enough yet."
He turned me around and pushed me towards the small loveseat in the corner, making me half fall onto it. I gasped as he grabbed my chin and lifted my face up to look at him.
"Panting at me like a bitch in heat," he sneered. "So detestable." He held me in place with one hand while unzipping his shorts with the other.
I started to reach out to touch his lace-clad chest and he slapped my hand away.
"Don't touch."
Sugizo lifted his right foot and stepped onto the loveseat cushion so his bare thigh was beside my cheek, the creak of his leather boot causing me to glance over at his pale, toned flesh. So close I could feel his body heat.
"Daddy…please. Let me touch you," I whimpered, biting my lip.
"Why?" Sugizo had freed his hard length from his shorts and was lightly stroking himself. "Why should I give you anything? You don't deserve to be rewarded. You deserve to be punished."
My eyes were glued to his cock and I licked my lips in anticipation. The punishment was a reward in itself.
Sugizo scoffed at me and roughly shoved his hand into my hair. "You want it so bad, then take it."
He pulled me forward and my lips immediately enclosed around his erection. I moaned as he thrust himself all the way into the back of my throat. I was thrilled at the taste of him on my tongue, his unique essence I could never get enough of.
"Fuck," Sugizo groaned and pulled at my hair, his nails digging into my scalp.
I looked up at him as my head bobbed up and down, the heat flaring between my legs as I watched him throw his head back in ecstasy. I loved that I could make him feel this way, that he could use me for his own pleasure.
He glanced down and met my eyes. "You love this, don't you?" he murmured breathlessly. "You love sucking my cock like a filthy whore. Drinking up every last drop when I cum down your throat…"
I moaned in agreement, then froze as I heard a knock on the door.
"Sumimasen, Sugizo-san…" a voice called through the door. It was a stagehand.
I tried to back off of him, but Sugizo clenched his fist in my hair and held me there.
"What is it?" he said, glaring at the door.
"So sorry, but you're needed for the post-live meeting-"
"In a minute," Sugizo said with an irritated edge to his voice.
I whined, my jaw starting to ache from being held in place. I felt myself start to drool around his cock, the saliva dripping from my lips.
"But if you could just-"
"I said, in a minute!" Sugizo shouted. He listened for the stagehand to walk away, then looked down at me. At this point tears had started to spring to my eyes from the discomfort, but I didn't dare move.
"You look so pretty right now," he purred at me. "You're such a good girl."
He let go of my hair, and I released him, gasping for air. I already missed the taste of his skin, so I turned my head and bit his thigh, sucking his flesh between my teeth.
Sugizo hissed in pleasure as I left a mark on his skin, then took my hand and pulled me to my feet.
"No time for that," he said huskily. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, turning and sliding me onto the makeup counter. Bottles and boxes clattered to the floor as we kissed hungrily, Sugizo's tongue exploring my mouth and his hand shoving up my leather miniskirt.
"No underwear?" He broke the kiss to say, sliding a finger across my naked folds. I moaned and clung to him, wanting to fall apart from just that light touch. “You are so filthy…”
He slid a finger inside me, already finding me wet and throbbing for him.
“Look at this mess,” he said, holding up his hand, showing me the shimmering wetness coating his middle finger. "You're so wet for me and I've barely touched you."
"Always, Daddy," I managed to whisper before he pushed his fingers past my lips.
I lapped my essence from his skin before he tore his hand away and replaced it with his lips, pulling my hips forward and burying himself into me in one fluid motion.
His pace was rough and wild; I could barely hold on to him and had to brace myself against the table with one hand while the other clung to his neck. I threw my head back, barely able to catch my breath between moans, not caring if people could hear me. The fire that had been smoldering inside me for hours flared up and consumed my body, racing from my core out to my limbs and down to my fingers and toes.
The growls and groans that spilled from Sugizo's mouth were feral as he loosened the ribbons of my corset and allowed my breasts to spill out over the top of it.
"Who will you obey?" he growled against my chest, dragging his teeth along my skin.
"You," I panted, dizzy from the heat between us.
"Who do you belong to?" He pounded his fist onto the table.
"You, Daddy! Only you!" I gasped as his teeth sunk into my breast, giving me a bite mark that matched the one on his thigh.
That was all I needed for my orgasm to hit me full force, and I trembled, panting in his arms as he quickly followed with his own.
Gasping for breath, our foreheads touched as we came back down. His eyes were closed and he pulled me close, the lace of his shirt scratching at my bare skin. I wrapped my arms and legs around him until I couldn't tell where his body ended and mine began.
After a moment, his eyes fluttered open and he kissed the tip of my nose, smiling. The game was over. "I've missed that."
I smiled back, wiping uselessly at his ruined lipstick. "It's been a while."
He stood up and stepped back from me, tucking himself back into his shorts. "You know, you may have been right."
I pulled at my skirt to put the hem back where it was supposed to be. "About what?"
"Maybe I am getting too old for that." He gritted his teeth and rubbed at his right bicep. "My arm is killing me. What I had been trying to do was grab my elbow brace."
"I'm sorry," I said, starting to pick up the makeup that had spilled around me. "I'll probably be feeling it in my back tomorrow." I tossed him a hand towel I had found. "Wipe your face, you look like you've been thoroughly fucked."
Sugizo laughed and did what I suggested before pulling on a tour T-shirt over his stage costume. He walked back over to me and kissed me softly, back to the sweet, charming man that he usually was.
"See you at home," he said.
"See you." I watched him walk out the door before sighing and looking around the room at the mess we had made.