His time at home had come to an end, due to leave the next day. The first show was amazing and the post-concert sex was even better, but you weren't going to let him get away without one final fuck.

He was dripping with sweat and you had never wished to be a microphone stand more. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes dark, finding you beside the stage every few minutes. Lights On drove you nuts, and you couldn't resist mentally undressing your boyfriend and planning out all the things you wanted to do to him in the hours to come. You left the Air Canada Centre as he began closing the show with Stitches, making sure Geoff would tell him you felt sick and had to get home a little early.

Arriving home a little before Shawn, you went into your closet and slipped into a navy blue lingerie set you'd just purchased. The bra pushed your boobs up perfectly and the lace hugged your hips just right. You threw a black satin robe over your shoulders and tied a loose knot around your waist.

Darting into the bedroom, you lit a few candles and rummaged through your purse, pulling out the brand-new cockring you were going to try out tonight. Taking it out of its packaging, you slipped it into your bra cup. You knew it engorged the penis and created a different feeling, hopefully allowing for him to last longer, too. A win-win for everyone.

You heard the front door to the condo open with a slight creak, the thumps of Shawn's boots being kicked off sending a rush of adrenaline through your veins.

"Baby? Are you feeling okay, hun?" he called out to you, speed-walking to the bedroom to make sure you were alright.

A look of shock crossed his features as he failed to find you snuggled up in bed, but instead standing in the doorway to the bathroom, satin robe hanging open to reveal the body he worshipped.

You saw a glimmer of a smile reach his lips before it was masked by a look of anger, throwing you off a little. His eyes locked on yours as he strode toward you, reaching for your hips and pinning you against the wall in one swift motion.

"You're not sick," he said, his face inches from yours.

"Clearly," you spat back, leaning in a little closer to him.

"Don't give me that attitude. You lied and then you left," he paused for a second, licking his lips and saying sternly, "I thought you were a good girl." Oh. This made sense now. He wasn't actually mad, but wanted to play it up a little. He was needy and horny and needed release, all-the-while thirsting to establish dominance after the occurence a few nights prior.

"I'm sorry," you said, an innocent smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"Well 'sorry' isn't going to cut it, princess," he snapped, his grip tightening as he guided you to the opposite side of the room, pushing you down onto the bed.

You let out a squeal as he wasted no time unbuttoning his damp shirt and tossing it across the room. His long fingers hooked into your panties as he stood at the edge of the mattress, tugging the lace down your legs. Unable to resist a quick kiss, he hovered over you, grabbing your chin with his tattooed hand and kissing you roughly, that magic tongue licking into your mouth. His teeth found your lower lip, biting down and pulling, hard. He was in one of those moods, and you knew you were going to get fucked senseless.

He stood up, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his thick thighs. His boxers came off with them, hard cock slapping his abdomen.

His hands found your thighs as his head dipped down between them, now kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"So wet for me, baby," he said, running a finger between your folds as you squirmed. He gripped your thigh and squeezed, "No moving, got it?"

You nodded, closing your eyes and resisting the urge to buck your hips up to meet his face. He was so fucking hot like this, taking control over you. Passive in the public eye but a beast in the bedroom. Always needed to fuck you into oblivion, making his mark on you by leaving you unable to walk the next day.

His face found your heat as his tongue inched out of his mouth, licking a hot stripe between your folds. His arms locked you in place, resting over your thighs and folding underneath you, leaving you unable to close your legs at the sudden shock of intense pleasure. He lapped at your clit, licking around it and teasing the little bundle of nerves, only taking it between his lips and sucking on it to let go when your breathing got louder.

"You promised to be good for me, baby," he said, moving his hands from under you and grabbing your ribcage. His tongue darted inside of you as his nose bumped your clit, leaving you a moaning mess. His chin was coated in your wetness as you bucked your hips into his mouth, causing him to pull away again. "That's it, I've had enough of your disobedience. Sit up," he said as he stood up, shamelessly palming his throbbing cock and taking it into his hand.

You adjusted, leaning forward and letting your face hover inches from his shaft. Looking up at him, you raised your eyebrows, indirectly asking if this is what he wanted. "That's a good girl," he said, closing his eyes, "Take me. All of me."

With that, you took his head into your mouth, promptly wetting it so you could welcome more of him between your lips. He began fucking your mouth, low grunts escaping his as your hands rubbed up and down his thighs. Releasing his cock with a pop, your hand reached for the base, tilting his dick up as you took his balls into your mouth. He looked down at you, almost angelically, mouth parting as his breathing increased.

"Mmm, baby, keep going," he cooed, letting go of his dominant persona for a few seconds. You created a little more suction, rolling his balls around with your tongue and bringing your right hand to his ass cheek to give it a squeeze. His hands threaded through your hair as you worked your mouth, finally releasing him and moving back to the head. You flattened your tongue and teased the little sensitive dip, looking up at him and meeting his gaze.

"Look at you, pretty little mouth makin' me feel so good," he moaned, eyes closing as your lips roamed his cock. Deciding to test his limits, you sucked on the head, hard, biting down ever-so-softly.

His eyes widened as his hands instantly bunched up your hair, pulling you away from him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to be a good girl?" he asked, anger lacing his voice again.

"Sorry, Shawn," you apologized, that innocent smile tugging at your lips again.

"That's it," he said, reaching into the bedside table and pulling out a little square packet. "I'm gonna fuck your tight little pussy and show you who's in charge, here."

Your core throbbed at his words as you suddenly remembered what you had tucked into your lingerie top.

"Shawn, wait a sec," you started to say, arms slipping out of your satin robe.

He looked at you as if to say something snappy, but his eyes were overcome with adoration at his beautiful girlfriend. Concerned about whatever you had to say, he leaned down and nuzzled your nose with his, mumbling, "Hmmm?"

Looking down at his feet and averting his gaze, you blurted out, "I, I uh, Iwantedtotrysomethingtonight," covering your eyes with your hands.

A deep laugh escaped Shawn as he sat down on the bed beside you, "Oh yeah? And what's that, baby?" he questioned, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Umm, well, I sort of bought this, this thing," you said, looking in his direction without making eye contact. His hand softly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "It's kinda stupid, we don't have to.." you trailed off, unsure of where you were planning on going with this.

Still giggling, your naked boyfriend asked again, "What is it, love?"

"I, I um, I kind of bought, I bought something," you mumbled as you plucked the ring from your bra, holding it out in your palm for Shawn to see.

His eyes widened as he looked from your hand to your eyes, and then down to your lips. He pulled you in for a soft kiss, soon deepening into something more. It was needy and loving, and Shawn was the first to pull back.

"Put it on," was all he said, standing and looking down at you expectantly.

Your mouth fell open, shocked at his openness and ability to keep this role-playing going. You aligned the ring with his tip, rolling the solid rubber down his shaft until it reached the base. He handed you the condom, which you rolled on as well.

"Get up," he snapped, forcing you to stand as he pointed to the washroom, slapping your ass as you walked by.

You entered the bathroom, Shawn coming in behind you as he flipped the light switch on, illuminating your surroundings. Turning to face your boyfriend, he grabbed your hips, roughly turning you around and bending you over the counter.

Your eyes stared back at your reflection, travelling upward and raking over your boyfriend. His little hairs clung to his chest as he was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

You caught the movement of his arm in the mirror, bracing yourself as a massive hand came down to spank you. You whimpered at the feeling of your ass on fire, a smirk crossing Shawn's rosy cheeks.

"Babe, does it feel okay?" you asked, genuinely concerned about the new toy.

"I mean, it's a little different. Warmer, not uncomfortable, but different. My dick's a little bigger though. Wanna feel?" he asked, causing you to reach your hand out to grab his member. Instead, he pushed into you, allowing you to feel the other way.

Your wet walls adjusted to him quickly as his hands bunched up your hair, pulling your head back to properly look at him in the mirror. You glanced at his face, seeing a look of determination as he watched himself slide in and out of your entrance. His chest was heaving as his abs were contracted, hips feverishly pounding into you.

He felt a little bigger inside of you, but not a huge difference. You let out moans as he bottomed out with each thrust, burying himself a little deeper than usual because he was fucking you from the back.

His free hand gripped a handful of your ass as you whimpered, closing your eyes at the mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Look at me," he said in between breaths, tugging a little harder on your makeshift ponytail.

"Yes, yes Shawn," you gulped, making eye contact with him in the mirror again. His hips slowed as his eyes fluttered shut, clearly enjoying making love to you in such a nasty way. You pushed your hips back against him to meet his thrusts, aware that it would warrant another spanking. When you felt his hand come down on your ass for the third time, you yelped out in pleasure. His hips sped up as he leaned over you, chest on your back. He pounded into your heat as he stared you down in the mirror, eyes laced with love juxtaposed to the situation.

Releasing his death-grip on your ass, his hand snaked around to the front of your body, toying with your clit while the other wrapped around your neck. He edged you closer and closer, only changing up his pace or moving his hand when you were ready to come on his cock. The ring was causing him to last longer, meaning he teased you a little longer.

His lips came down on your left shoulder as he continued to trace small circles on your bundle of nerves, enlarged cock pounding into you. He kissed a line from your shoulder to the nape of your neck and back again, nipping at your skin and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

Standing up again, his hands gripped your hips as he relentlessly fucked you, pulling you closer as he thrusted forward. You were screaming out, moans echoing all over the bathroom. Shawn's moans were coming out in strings of curse words as his head hung back, mouth agape with closed eyes. Once again, you tried to gain control over the situation.

"Shawn," you pressed, hoping to catch his attention. His eyes snapped open as he looked at your reflection. "Look at me," you said, maintaining a straight face.

He did as he was told, looking into your eyes as he fucked you senseless, hands moving back to where you needed them. "Mmmmhm, like that, yes, yes Shawn," you called out, forcing him to keep his pace on your clit so you would be able to come sooner. "Come for me, Shawn," you said, looking up at him in the mirror.

"You want me to come for you, princess?" he asked, hips rocking into you rapidly.

"Yeah, baby, I need you to come for me," you responded, and his hands laced with yours as he leaned over you on the counter.

"Okay, okay baby, I'll come for you," he panted, kissing your shoulder and squeezing your hands. "I'm-I'm gonna come babe, babe I'm gonna come," he grunted, thrusts growing sloppy as he called out your name.

"Look at me, Shawn, I need you to look at me when you come," you said, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

You watched as he finished inside the condom, eyes crinkling at the edges but looking into yours as his mouth hung open, low moans escaping his windpipe. Planting a kiss on your temple, he pulled out of you and peeled the condom off, removing the cockring with a smile on his face. You turned to look at him and he pulled you in for a kiss, his naked body hot up against yours.

"Was it good, babe?" you asked, snaking your arms around his neck.

"Umm, yeah," he groaned, reaching around your middle and picking you up.

"Shawn, what are you doing?" you questioned, wondering where he was taking you and how on earth he had so much strength after that.

"Time for you to look at me while you come, princess."