Snap out of it, Steph. I found their table and slid in next to Darren, greeting Daniel with a too-brief kiss.
"God, it's been ages!" I squealed, and he laughed. "You don't know how much I missed you!"
"Later. We have company," Daniel said with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I hugged Darren, breathing in the Dolce & Gabbana cologne that seemed so right on him. "How are you?"
"Doing alright." Was he nervous, or was it just my imagination. No, just my imagination.
"Did you ever find Tim?" asked Daniel.
"Yes, and I told him you said hi," I smirked. This led into a conversation about You Am I, and then whose job was tougher and less glamourous (I was outvoted two-to-one, and I still refused to give in. Blame my stubborn nature.), when Darren excused himself to use the men's room.
When he was out of sight, I leaned into Daniel. "So what's this you couldn't tell me before about our new playmate? Is it Darren?" I purred cheekily.
"Ah. Our reporter gets her facts correct."
"C'mon Daniel. I'm serious."
"As am I."
I sipped my brandy alexander and pondered this. Darren, submissive? I looked at Daniel questioningly as he answered my unsaid query.
"He mentioned it a few nights ago, when we were in Philadelphia. He knows about us, and he was asking so many questions. I finally came right out with it and asked him."
"And you actually told him."
Daniel nodded. "He was taken aback when I did, but he came around. He wants to play with us, Steph. It's all new to him; he's read the Sleeping Beauty trilogy, and I guess he wants to discover it for himself."
It did make a certain amount of sense. Darren was, of course, the frontman for Savage Garden; its mouthpiece. He also had the reputation for having a bit of an ego. Why wouldn't he explore his darker side and find out what secrets hid there...
You're fantasizing again, Stephanie. Darren returned and sat down, catching my eye, and then Daniel's.
"You told her."
"Are you totally serious about this, Darren?" I interjected. "We don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do."
"I think so." He paused. "I want to. Yes."
I looked over to Daniel, still unsure.
"We're both firm believers in consenting adults," I continued, my mind racing, "and we don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"I'm fine, Steph. I am, really. I've thought about this for a long time; dreamed about it, the whole thing. Let me explore with you. If I don't like it, I won't hold it against you. Either of you."
Daniel grabbed his hands and looked directly into his eyes. "Just promise me you know what you're getting into."
"I know what I'm getting into," Darren insisted. He turned back to me. "Look Steph, I know you're still confused, so I want to tell you about a fantasy I have. I've been having it since the first dates of the Australian tour. You know the part of the show where I bring up a fan for 'This Side of Me'?"
"Yes."
"There was a girl at the Melbourne concert. Gorgeous brunette, had on the tightest blue sequined dress. I was bedazzled by her, so I chose her that night. As the guards pulled her up, I noticed her boyfriend beside her, typical rugby type, looking more than a tiny bit jealous."
Darren took a deep breath as he continued. "The fantasy takes place after the show. I'm walking down the hotel corridor, and I see her again, wearing that same dress. She's beckoning me in. Still hypnotized by her, I go. What I don't know until it's too late is that it's a trap set up by her and her boyfriend. He's much bigger than me, and I get very scared. He pins me up against the wall, and he whispers in my ear: 'You're on our turf now, Mr. Pop Singer.' I plead for them to let me go, threaten to call the cops, but they just laugh, both of them. They know I'm becoming very hard, especially the guy. He fondles me as I struggle, begging for my life."
Darren was starting to blush; I was doing my best to absorb it all.
"The boy throws me on the bed, and they both start ripping my clothes off. When I'm naked, they turn me over--the girl is much stronger than she appears--and bind me hand and foot to the bed, my ass up in the air and exposed. I cry for them to take anything they want, but please let me live."
"'But you don't understand,' the girl says to me, 'he wants you as badly as I do, but we're sick of the way you act sometimes, you're just full of yourself, Darren Hayes, and we're going to teach you a lesson we guarantee you'll never forget.'"
"With that, she pushes up her dress, revealing she isn't wearing panties. She positions herself in front of me, shoving my face into her crotch, forcing me to eat her out. I tongue her, and it's the most delicious pussy I've ever tasted. Meanwhile, her boyfriend is lubing me, and before I can protest, as if I could, he enters me roughly, fucking me hard, tearing up my insides. It's the ultimate in pain and pleasure together, and I want to scream for him to stop, although I'm secretly enjoying it, knowing that somehow I deserve all this."
'How do you like that, pretty boy?' he sneers at me as he's taking me. But I'm too involved in tonguing his girlfriend to answer."
"And then?" I inquired.
"And then--" Darren took another breath. "That's when I come."
I understood now, letting Darren know as such. He relaxed and looked to Daniel. "I know what I'm getting into. It took more than enough soul-searching. But this is something I think I've been needing for a long time."
"It's okay with me if it's okay with Steph."
"It's okay with me." And it was, so why did I suddenly feel nervous? Because you are going into uncharted waters, opening doors that can never again be closed...ohgod Darren, my object of lust, my angel, begging for us to posess him...
chapter three