Fic: Dirty Tricks (part 2)
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mjartrodTitle: Dirty Tricks
Genre: smut
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Just a nice little fantasy.
Summary: Valentina believes that revenge is a dish best served.. hot.
Author's notes: For something that has taken me so long to finish you'd think it would be better :p But I still lurrved to write it so I hope you enjoy! When writing this, I listened a lot to Lady Gaga's 'Love Games', 'Poker Face' and The Chemical Brothers 'It began in Afrika'.
Million thanks to Kat for betaing, she's always an inspiration :D
Part II
The club in Nancy was vibrating with energy, the latest from The Chemical Brothers booming from the speakers, and, as expected, the cheerful blonde drummer was still hanging around. And he probably still would until he either got completely plastered, or found someone to get him laid- perhaps both. He was easily spotted by Valentina, cigarette dangling from his fingers as he chatted up a busty waitress, who giggled like a schoolgirl before she left to serve someone else. Dom wasn’t exactly Valentina’s type. Boyishly good looking and funny he was, but the regular atrocities he committed to his hair (currently very short and bleached blond), combined with his terrible sense of style, didn’t do much for his cause. But he was a charmer, and she wasn’t entirely immune.
He had been her partner in crime before, both dancing all night long after Matt and his two left feet sniffed disdainfully at her enthusiasm for ‘shitty pseudo-electronica’. Tonight, she hoped she could count on him once more.
Dom was pleased to see Valentina, boldly staring at her from head to toe, obviously enjoying the sight of the brunette in her slinky turquoise dress, long ponytail bobbing sexily as she sauntered. Hugging her in a flashy manner, his hands stroked her naked back, but never strayed lower than her hips.
“Leave sodding Matt and come have fun with me, love! I feel sooo lonely...”
He was even more pleased when she suggestively said she had a surprise for him at the hotel.
They smoked the weed that she produced out of her small purse on the way back, Dom incessantly flirting with her, his grey eyes growing glossier. He was quick to enter their room when she slid the key card and let him in; but the massive party he expected never came. It was quiet and dark.
“So where is everyone...?”
A muffled voice started him, and just then Valentina switched a dim light on. The bed was revealed, a very naked and pissed off looking Matt tied down to it, complete with gagged mouth. Was that a handcuff around his skinny ankle? It only took him a few seconds to burst out in laughter at the comical scene. The hilarity faded as soon as he looked back at Valentina. Her dress was sliding down her body, pooling around her feet and she was completely naked. And too fucking hot for words.
He whistled in appreciation before he could even register what he was doing and there were more loud, stifled complaints from Matt, who was rubbing his mouth wherever he could, clearly trying to get rid of the gag.
“Um...” The drummer looked back and forth between his best friend and his girlfriend.
“Ready for some fun, Dom?” Her black hair fell loose on her shoulders as she walked resolutely towards him wearing only her high heels and a predatory gaze, the drummer gulping, fighting a losing battle to keep his eyes above her neck.
“Mmmmph!”
“But... Matt-“
Clearly his band mate didn’t approve any of this. The bed was creaking as he strained against the restraints on his wrists, the metal around his ankle clinking as he shook his leg. His only free limb flailed as he knelt, stretched out, knelt again in what was an obvious desperate but useless exercise.
“Don’t worry about Matt.” Smooth hands rested on his shoulders. “You know we can sleep with other people...”
Leaning against the wall with Dom standing with his arms by his sides trying to contain himself, Valentina pulled the blond man by the collar of his shiny shirt and boldly crashed her mouth on his. Matt pulled on the bonds again, watching in utter outrage at how his supposedly best mate did not step back, did not stop her and after some moments of hesitation, began to respond with as much fervour, hands landing on the wall on each side of her body as her arms snaked around his neck. Every fantasy Matt ever had that involved having his girlfriend in a threesome or just watching her getting fucked by another guy was shattered and crushed to dust in that very moment.
“I... you sure this is a good idea...” Dom groaned as she moved on to his throat, lips closing over his Adam’s apple. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he shouldn’t be doing this; but with his head light and his dick hard, he had little desire to stop now.
“God, you smell so good...” Her hands travelled to his back, slipping underneath his shirt as she left small kisses all over his skin. “It’s okay, Matt’s here. It’s not like we’re not doing anything behind his back...”
She threw a look at the brunette on the bed over Dom’s shoulder and watched his face turn into a darker shade of red. Furious didn’t begin to describe how he looked and she let her eyes fall shut, nibbling her own lip in satisfaction when the drummer’s warm hands began fondling her gently, so different from the possessive, electrical manner Matt usually touched her. She encouraged him with soft moans, stroking his back luxuriously, her fingers moving to the front to slowly unbutton his shirt when it was clear he was past caring Matt was in the same room, the singer watching them like a hawk with his fists closed.
He had offered himself on a golden plate for her. And that stupid retarded wanker, the nerve... he was well fucked if he thought he could get away with that.
Dom pulled back to look at the gorgeous brunette when her hands touched his bare chest and her fingers teased his nipples, the obscene way she licked her slightly swollen red lips making his cock jolt. Her index finger traced a line down his torso, his abdomen and upon reaching his crotch, a naughty twinkle in her seductive brown eyes, she simply palmed him over the jeans, rubbing him once, twice. His hips moved automatically and she removed her hand. There was no time for frustration to set; his eyes were bulging as she began touching herself instead, stretching out her index and middle fingers, both digits disappearing out of his sight, below her body. His blood seemingly ran in one direction only as he imagined how moist she would be, her fingers moving fluidly. There was no possible refusal for her invitation when she grabbed his hand and placed it over her pussy, replacing hers. He rubbed the palm softly over her clit, one finger sliding inside her easily, then another one, revelling in the slickness. Fuck, did he want her.
“Dom...” She called against the side of his face, seeing Matt’s eyes turned into slits, his whole body deadly rigid. He had gone silent but he wouldn’t take his eyes off the pair. She slowly took the drummer’s damp fingers to her mouth; licked them. Watched his breathing becoming more laboured as she slurped, his eyes so dark that in that moment she truly believed she could make him do anything. She had the easiest task in the world ahead. “Do you want... more?”
“Yeah… fuck, yeah...” he breathed, reaching for her mouth. She didn’t let him.
“You can do anything with me, anything you want... you just have to do one thing beforehand.” Her veiled request was met with vigorous nodding, his hands on her back, her arse, her breasts, everywhere at once. “And then you can have me...”
“I can have you...”
“Any way. You want.”
“Shit, tell me what I gotta do...” His mouth was already capturing a nipple.
“I want you to fuck Matt.”
“You want me to what?” He spluttered.
The high pitched sound of protest coming from the restrained man on the bed, together with the look of sheer absurdity on Dom’s face was priceless. But she held the drummer’s head between her hands, speaking against his lips. “And then we can fuck, it’s gonna be amazing...”
“You can’t be serious, right,” he cringed, his face a picture of disappointment. Of course, it had been too good to be true. “That’s just wrong, I mean it’s Matt, I can’t...” he looked back at his band mate, twisting and turning on the bed in full force now, throwing death stares at the two of them. And then back to the sizzling naked woman in front of him. “Um.” A woman who was asking him to... “Wait a minute... why do you think I would even want-“ He frowned.
“But you’re just so incredible with women, Dom... who else would it be?” She pecked his lips again, the tip of her tongue darting out to delicately tease his upper lip. “He’s not going to be upset with you, he’s going to love every second of it. I know you can do it.” Making him turn around in her arms, she rested her chin on his shoulder, both facing Matt on the bed. His bare arse wriggled as he fought against the bonds, sharp shoulder blades and back glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The icy blue eyes could shoot daggers. “Besides, don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to take him down a notch or two for all the times he acts like an arrogant twat...” she whispered in his ear. “Can you imagine how tight he must be...?" A firm stroke over his jeans brought out another groan. “Haven't you ever been curious about what it's like to be with another man...?”
“Valentina...” Dom tried, shaking his head, but she rested a finger on his lips, kissing the back of his neck.
“Fuck him. And then you can fuck me next.”
There was silence for a few moments. Matt was glaring at Dom, looking positively murderous.
“What if I say there’s no fucking way?”
“Then I guess you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what you missed.”
The sober expression on his face when he faced her again was not a good sign. Valentina visibly deflated and for a split second she felt so ashamed she didn’t know what stopped her from bolting out of the room. What was she thinking? Convinced that some well aimed seduction, weed, alcohol and a horny Dom would gladly jump aboard in her and Matt’s twisted games? Of course he was not that desperate for a lay. Not with her and clearly not if it meant doing something against Matt’s wishes, who was used to always getting his way. Maybe this was nothing but a whim, maybe it was a mistake to involve Dom in their relationship like this. But after her boyfriend’s atrocious behaviour tonight – again – she yearned nothing more than to be spoiled with a little fantasy of hers.
The blonde offered her one of his captivating smiles, though, her mortification had to be more than obvious... He said nothing and just padded over to the bed, kneeling on it calmly. Matt looked like a deer caught in headlights. The drummer’s hands moved to the silky scarf around his head and untied it.
“Fuck...” The singer was hoarse from all the struggling and he narrowed his eyes at his band mate viciously, who was reaching for the knots on his wrists. The little piece of shit was so going to get it. He could get on his knees and ask for forgiveness for all Matt cared; he should have helped him the moment he stepped inside his room. “Don’t you ever... ever... and that bitch...” he paused when Dom crawled back on the bed. He looked at his wrists again and tried to move them. Still tied. Tighter. “What the... get these bloody things off me already, what the hell are you doing?”
“Sorry, mate...” Dom bent to gingerly place a kiss on Matt’s cheek, who shrugged him off with an incredulous look on his face. “… but she’s got a point.” And he began to unbuckle his belt.
“What?” Matt shrieked, blue eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. “You... you dumb fuck, don’t tell me... what the fuck do you think you’re doing!”
Valentina could barely believe the scene in front of her. Dom winked at her and she couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands, giggling deliriously. Kicking her shoes away, she almost ran to the bed, hugging Dom and dropping quick kisses on his chin, on his cheek, all over his face. Ignoring Matt’s torrent of protests and curses, she slid the unbuttoned shirt down the drummer’s shoulders, caressing the toned upper arms. “Take it all off, Dom, I want to see you...”
“You sick bitch!” Matt snarled.
“No, darling,” she grinned at him. “You’re the bitch.”
Dom’s laughter joined hers, the blonde looking far more relaxed and excited than it first seemed. He discarded his clothes, hard dick coming to full view and he stroked it proudly, as Valentina rummaged in her luggage.
“I’ll fucking slaughter you... I’ll fucking slaughter you if you do this! Both of you when I get out of here!” Matt continued, now a paler shade of white. “You fucking fairy, I knew it... after my arse all this time, were you?”
“You’re not going to make me change my mind, Matt, so I suggest you chill out.” Dom grabbed a small key off the nightstand, guessing it belonged to the handcuffs. “Face it, you’re privileged. No other guy gets the honour of feeling my dick.” He released Matt’s ankle to yet another stream of insults, but did not let him move, sitting down on his legs immediately.
Matt did not immediately register the condom and lube that Valentina brought, but the sound of squelching on latex when he stilled for a moment was like a gunshot to his ears.
“Get the FUCK off me, you cunt!”
A mighty pull on the stripy scarf and a thin wooden bar of the headboard gave away and splintered. He was scrambling away, finding himself partly freed, but he was quickly squashed down onto the bed again by Dom with Valentina’s help. They removed the fabric around his wrists, Dom then simply twisting his arms behind his back as Matt thrashed underneath and shouted. Horrifyingly aware of the drummer’s very male naked body sliding lower to straddle his thighs, the contact made him want to sprint at least twice as fast as humanly possible.
“Come on, Matt.” Valentina fingered through his black hair, the spikes turned flat. “Never thought you’d be this narrow minded about sex...”
“Narrow minded my arse! And it’s NOT just sex, it’s disgusting, it’s -“
“Shut it and hold out your fingers.” Dom shook his wrists, nodding to Valentina and to the tube that had dropped to the floor.
“Fuck off,” he growled. He was getting tired, but a new wave of panic and energy surged when he saw the lube in Valentina’s hand. “I’m not...you twisted bastard, if you think I’m-“
Dom squeezed one of his wrists tighter, making him wince. “Either you do it and make this easier on yourself or... you don’t. Your choice.”
Matt closed his eyes, hiding his face on the bedclothes. If they were doing this just to wind him up, they had succeeded spectacularly because he couldn’t recall the last time he felt so angry and helpless. Maybe now they’d stop. They wouldn’t do it, Dom would never do this. None of this was happening, in fact, they were just taking the piss and Matt would definitely not give in to anything... His heart was racing as he slowly uncurled his fingers and instantly felt cold trickling on them. Nothing could have prepared him for that or the shock of his fingers being guided down his body. And then inside. The poking of his own digits felt alien but he took several deep breaths, determined not to show any weakness. And after a few moments of plain uneasiness and awkwardness, he felt Dom moving up over his body, still straddling him but letting go of his arms. For a moment he couldn’t move, he was shaking; but then he splayed his palms on the mattress ready to flee. Large hot hands landed on his buttocks before he could move another muscle. Something much bigger than his fingers pushed in.
Matt’s oncoming protest died in his throat, his mouth forming only a stunned ‘o’ shape; his head dropped to the mattress again, fingers clasping the sheets, his body so tense he thought it would snap. And then Dom moved forwards, a shaky moan leaving Matt’s lips. It hurt. It fucking hurt and he didn’t want to imagine how much worse it would get if he resisted.
Sitting on the furthest edge of the bed, Valentina watched in complete fascination as Dom shallowly moved in and out on top of him. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, but the heat building inside her from seeing her boyfriend subdued and dominated like that was overwhelming. And then Dom bent forward, lying on top of Matt, tearing another gasp from him and leaning to rasp in his ear.
“Spread your legs...”
“What? The fuck you take me for? I’m not... just get it over with you queer...” he hissed back.
“Stop bitching and do what I say if you have any intention of walking tomorrow, I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Humiliated beyond belief, he admitted that, at least, hurt pride he was sure he could deal with the following night on stage. Another bout of rage bubbled inside him when he realised Valentina was absorbing the scene with glazed eyes and he threw her a venomous look before inhaling deeply, feeling his band mate shifting to give him room to move, and he slowly parted his legs. He grimaced as Dom slipped inside him deeper, the blonde releasing a small sigh close to his ear. One of the kind he had heard too often from him before on the tour bus or in a hotel room, often joined by an eager female moan.
“How does it feel?” Valentina whispered, edging closer to them.
“So good... Jesus Christ, Matt, so fucking good.”
Matt felt himself flushing at the words, wanting to kick himself for it, his body tensing immediately and making him squirm in discomfort. It wasn’t as painful now, but he was still counting the seconds for it to be over. And then he could deal with them. Both. He squeezed his eyes shut when Dom changed position, now kneeling between his legs and holding up his hips. He slid in and held, and then seemed to roll his pelvis. It hit Matt without warning. An electrical shock ran his insides, up his spine and his head shot up, eyes wide. His fingers curled like claws on the duvet and screw the pain, he desperately tried to push Dom back.
He was pinned down in two seconds.
“Enough! That’s enough! You like to shag blokes, cheers, now get the hell off me now!”
“Do it again, Dom...” The glint in Valentina’s eyes was devilish. “Do what you did again...”
Dom tried to sway his hips in the same manner, more than happy to please her, and Matt jerked underneath him, burying his face on the mattress and letting out a choked sob against the duvet. He couldn’t, it wasn’t possible.
“You liked that... you liked that, didn’t you?” Dom tried to hit the same spot with a grin, infinitely amused with the reaction.
“Go to hell!!” Matt screamed, but he couldn’t stop himself from releasing another moan, his hands bunching the sheets with another grind of hips from his band mate.
“You complain if it hurts, you complain if it’s good... fuck it if I understand you.”
“Stop it already! Oh god, no...” Dom was now repeatedly stroking whatever was making him feel so disgustingly good and his own cock was hardening. “Shit, I said stop this right now!”
“Let go, Matt, just enjoy it...” Valentina stretched out beside him, nuzzling his neck. “Tell me how hot it makes you feel, how you want more...” He was shaking his head stubbornly, looking away from her, but his whole body was relaying a different story. His skin was feverish, he was panting and she could even make out his hips rubbing down against the bed as Dom fucked him, most likely desperate to get more friction.
Biting the bedclothes hard, Matt tried to at least smother his voice but he was going through pure torture. The shock of how he was feeling coupled with the actual sensation left him a jumbled mess, body and mind alight with a rush that replaced the primal instinct of fleeing with the primal instinct of reaching fulfilment.
“I want to look at you, please let me touch you.” It was Valentina’s voice. “Dom, let him turn around...”
Complying, Dom slid out to flip him over, chuckling at his band mate’s weak resistance, and immediately crawled again between his legs. Matt’s arms flew to cover his heated face, his undeniable erection now exposed to all three. A familiar skilled hand wrapped around it and Matt swallowed, unable to stop his own hand from closing over Valentina’s.
A strangled groan, body arching upwards and Dom could feel his band mate’s orgasm, his arse clenching his dick so tightly it almost hurt. Fucking hell, he was going to come himself right at that moment if he didn’t pull out. He sat on his heels, removing the condom, and watched as Valentina kissed her breathless boyfriend slow and deep, bringing him down. Both their hands joined on his cock, cupping his balls; the come smeared on his skin glistening.