Page 7 of Bend Me Over

Emily just so happens to be a single mom I met at the park a few months ago when I was babysitting one of my friend’s kids.

It was a surprise to find out she worked here when she was assigned to be my guard a few weeks later during one of my heats.

We got to talking after work one night, and I found out her ex-wife left her and her daughter only two weeks after Emily gave birth.

Her daughter is ten now and a sweet kid. She deserves to find her person.

“Are you on the bench only tonight, or are you wanting to move to something more private?”

“Bench for now. But who knows, we will see what the night brings us.” I grin.

“Sounds good to me.” She smiles, opening the door.

Emily sticks behind me as we walk towards the bench. I keep my head down, not really having any interest in watching anyone else do their thing.

I’m here for me, and me only.

Once I’m in position, Emily helps strap my arms and legs into place. “Comfortable?” she asks me and I nod. “Before I step away, are your green lights still a go?”

“Yes.” I nod again.

“Let me know if at any time you want to be removed.”

“I will.”

She takes a step back, giving me some space.

Green lights are all the things you give permission for your partner to do. Whatever station you're at, a guard will post your list of green lights and hard limits.

Green lights are praise, degradation, dirty talk, rough sex, breath play, light spanking, that includes my ass and my pussy, and bukkake. What can I say, I’m a cumslut. I loved to be showered with it and filled with it. I like it almost more than being knotted.

As for my hard limits, that would be being slapped across the face. Other than that, pretty much everything is a go.

Now, all I have to do is lay here and wait to see who’s gonna rock my world tonight, because trust me, I really fucking need it.

Chapter 2

Trenton

“One more show.” Max groans as he throws himself onto the couch of our tour bus. “Then we get a break. A much needed one. Not only do we get to be home for Christmas, but we get two whole months off!”

I chuckle at his complaintive excitement. “You make it sound like our life is so hard.” Leaning against the counter, I stare down at my best friend, a flash of hunger filling me.

He lifts his head and glares at me. “You damn well know how hard this job can be sometimes. We’ve been at this for three years dude. Three. And I think the longest we’ve had off was what, maybe a week?”

“It’s the price to pay for being a rockstar.” I shrug, not sure what else to tell him.

Max and I formed Twisted Destiny back in high school. For a while, we were just a band that played in my garage. But thanks to social media and a few viral videos, we were picked up fast. The rest was history.

We were brought into the recording studio right away and as soon as our first song was ready, they started sharing it on all streaming platforms.

By the time we were done recording the album, that song had blown up. Two months after its release, we were touring around the world.

I can understand where Max is coming from. After one tour we’re back in the studio and recording another album before leaving for another tour. It’s been a rinse and repeat thing for years.

But after the other members in the band requested to slow down, the label agreed to give us some time off.

Not that they had much choice when Riker and Leslie threatened to quit.