He smirked a little, his leg bouncing faster with his impatience.  He was never very good at sitting still.  Frustrated with his own solitude, he lifted his toned arm up towards his face, awkwardly glancing at his watch in the dim lighting.  Disappointed with its reading, he let out another strangled breath.  

11:00pm.  

In response, he grunted and grabbed the remote, clicking through the channels unmercifully, desperately trying to find something to grab his attention.  Unfortunately, nothing appeased him.  All he could think about was what he was planning to do to you when you finally fell asleep.

Ay

I just got a idea.

You know,

thinking of some things we could do.

Spice things up...

He had just arrived home from tour not even three weeks ago, but the typical greeting wasn’t its usual.  Normally, it was something you both looked forward to.  He would walk in, wrap his strong arms around you, push you against the wall, and make you scream in every inch of the house until the sun came up the next morning.

But somewhere along the lines, the passion just wasn’t the same this time.  While you both still loved each other immensely, something was very off.  You weren’t sure if it was the fact that you’ve made love in every conceivable position in every conceivable place in the house, or if it was just a comfort washing over you from dating for four years.  Or maybe the distance was making you forget each other more than it was making you grow fond of each other’s absence. The jury was still out.

So naturally, you wanted to revive the intense passion you once shared.  Remembering an article you read from an issue of Cosmo months ago, you suggested that you try a game of roleplaying.  Neither of you had tried it yet, but the reception definitely didn’t go over well with Justin.  Instead of taking it as something fun and exciting to try to spice up the relationship, he took it as a dent to his precious manhood.

But after three weeks of being back home on tour, with the passion still not coming back for either of you, he decided to take matters into his own hands.  You just didn’t know it yet.

11:58pm.

He sighed again, finally turning the TV off.  He had spent nearly an hour waiting since he abandoned the studio, and he figured by now you would be passed out completely.  He knew that you usually fell asleep around 9:45, but he didn’t want to risk any potential issues.  He wanted to make sure that you were in a deep sleep.

His body slowly arose from the couch, making sure to kick his tennis shoes off as he pulled the cotton t-shirt from his upper body, leaving him in nothing but his basketball shorts and his socks.  He eyed the stairs, turning the last light off before padding his way ever so quietly up the carpeted staircase.  He was determined not to make a sound.

If I snuck up in yo bedroom,

touch you while you sleep,

would you act suprised as if you didn't know it's me?

As he neared the bedroom, he stopped just outside the door, not caring about his slight stalker-like appearance.  He bowed his head, listening intently to see if he could hear the slight snore from you, the one he knew you only did when you were zonked.

Snore.

“Perfect,” he whispered to himself, barely audible.  

He pushed the door open a little further, tip-toeing his way into the room in the dark, thankful that he had its layout memorized.  Once in the room, he saw that the covers were pulled tightly over your body, something you always did when you were alone, and he silently cursed you for having to be so insecure without him.

His cursing didn’t last long, though, the memory of the playful fights you had dancing across his memory.  He got a little closer, slowly dropping to his knees beside the bed, taking a moment to watch the way your hair splayed across the pillow, and how the soft moonlight fell barely across your face.  Even in times like these, he couldn’t deny your sheer beauty.

I came to steal your heart, girl, don't call the police.

I only want a part, girl, really just a piece.

Shaking his head from his thoughts, he slowly reached up to grab the very top of the covers, attempting to pull them down ever so slowly, being sure not to wake you.  But every time he moved the covers a few inches, you would shift slightly, and he would pull away in a slight panic.  

“Mmmm...” you mumble.

He took a deep breath, just pausing awkwardly over your body, the covers pooled slightly around your chest.  He waited until you were calm again, and he continued his trek to remove the covers, smiling triumphantly when he finally got them free from your death grip and removed from your body.  He watched as you shivered slightly from the newly chilled temperature hitting you, watching your nipples harden beneath your sheer, half see-through nightgown.

“Yes, this will be easy,” he whispered, reaching his hand to your thigh to lightly push up the gown you were wearing.  He noticed you weren’t wearing panties tonight, and he was thankful.  He wasn’t sure if he would be able to pull this off if you had been.

If you show me the money, then

I'm gon' show you the beast.

He very carefully slipped into bed next to you, making sure not to wake you or shift the mattress noticeably.  As he settled on his side, he watched as you shifted slightly onto your back, welcoming the warmth of his body.  He couldn’t help but stare back at your taught nipples, biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

He reached down to slowly let the fingertip of his index finger just barely make contact with the skin just above your knee.  He slid it slowly up, allowing it to maneuver beneath the fabric of your nightgown, stopping just below your belly button.

Continuing to make barely-there contact, he brushed his fingertips lightly along your lower abdomen, right above where your panty line would have been if you were wearing any.  He smirked to himself as he watched your body start to quiver.

Finishing with his torture, he moved his hands up to your beautiful mounds.  One hand moved to your right nipple, lightly circling his finger around it, watching it get so hard that it looked painful.  Continuing his torture, he moved his mouth down, hovering slightly over your other nipple, letting his breath tease you playfully.  He could feel your body starting to twitch and writhe a little, and he couldn’t help but smirk.

After continuing to tease your body, he decided to make his move.  Being a little more bold this time, his hands gently grabbed your legs, pushing them apart just enough so his body could slip between them unnoticed.  When you didn’t move or respond, he decided to continue his trek and test the waters to see just how much he could get away with.

His lips gently descended upon your luscious inner thighs, just above your knees, alternating between a slight nibble and sweet flicks of his tongue.  He was teasing and nipping at your flesh so well that goosebumps were starting to form involuntarily.  Every once in a while, when you would move just a little too much for comfort, he would pause briefly; but you never woke up enough to stop his sleepy assault.

If you give me your honey, girl

I promise I'll be sweet.

I came to steal your heart, girl, don't call the police.

I only want a part, girl, really just a piece.

“You really would have called the cops on me?” he whispered, beginning to kiss down your jawline.  “You wouldn’t do that...” he mumbled.

“Like hell I wouldn’t.  Maybe I should call the cops on you now.  My boyfriend wouldn’t do this crazy shit...” you whimper.  The more you thought about it, the more pissed you were that he had the audacity to come in here and try and have his way with you while you were sleeping.  It kind of made you feel violated, even though your body was still pulsing with pleasure.

“Baby...don’t play...” he uttered.  This wasn’t going the way he planned.

“Don’t play?  You just came in here and really...I mean...this is kinda like rape.  Having sex with someone without consent?  That’s just wrong...” you utter, gently pushing at his shoulder, trying to get him off of you.

“Baby...don’t.” he whimpered.  You continued to push at his chest, trying to get him off of you, until you finally knee him in the side.  He pulled out of you quickly and rolled to the side, making a loud groan.

“Oww....shit.  God, why did you do that?” he whimpered painfully.  “Fuck.”

“Oh shut up, I didn’t hit you that hard.  I just wanted you to get off considering you just tried to rape me,” you continue, rolling your eyes at his schoolgirl like behavior.  Sometimes, he could be such a baby.

But after about fifteen minutes of him whimpering and groaning in pain, your sensitive side started to peak out, the grumpiness of just waking up wearing off.  Maybe you really did hurt him.

“Honey...honey are you okay?” you ask, finally.  You reach over, lightly touching his shoulder in concern.  “I didn’t mean to hurt you.  I just...you know how grumpy I get when you wake me up, and I just...was startled and shocked that you...would...you know.”

“It’s fine, don’t touch me,” he hissed.

“C’mon, please?” you whisper.  “I really didn’t mean it.  Let me make it all better, okay baby?”

Then we can run it back girl,

it's your turn to go on me.

He tried not to smirk when you said that, making sure his face was well hidden.  He had secretly known that it was possible you would get pissed, and he had thought of the perfect retaliation if you did.

“No.  I was just trying to please you, surprise you....make love to you.  And you just fucking hit me.  So much for having children.  You ruined that prospect for me now,” he grumbled, really playing it up.

“Oh, come on.  It’s not that bad, is it?  Let me see,” you whisper.  You were starting to really feel badly about this situation.  You really didn’t mean to hurt him.

You gently tugged on his shoulder, getting him to lean back on the bed so that you could have access to his lower half.  You needed to inspect the damage, and take care of him.

“Are you feeling okay?  Tell me where it hurts.  Is it only the groin?  I didn’t mean to hit you, baby” you utter.

“No...it’s not just the groin.  I mean...it’s just pulsing, it hurts so bad,” he whispered.  He wasn’t lying.  His dick was so hard that it was throbbing, the head of his thick penis already purple from not achieving his release yet, ‘causing a dull ache.

“Oh no, baby.  I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I hit you, really.  I hope you know that.”  Now the guilt was really getting to you.  “Nothing else hurts, right?”

The room is spinnin' ridiculous,

my body freezing cold.

“Yeah, actually.  I just...I feel like my head is spinning, and I just...everything hurts.  I need a miracle,” he whimpers.

You finally pull his hand from his groin, and when you see the state of his throbbing penis, you realize that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with him.  You glance up at his face, but it gives nothing away.  Well, if he wants to play this game, then he’d better get ready for some new rules.

We can try some role play,

you can do what I say,

I can do what you say.

You can have it your way.

“Oh, really?” you ask.  “C’mere, baby.  Let me kiss it and make it better, okay?” you whisper.  You lean up, lightly kissing down his temple to his jaw, sucking on his jawline before giving him butterfly kisses.  “How’s that feel?”

He whined.  “Oh, that’s not good at all...not getting better, not one bit.”

Wow, he was really going to go all out for this, but you weren’t going to let him know that you knew what he was up to.  You slowly started to give him a head massage with your fingers as you straddled his hips, making sure to rest your center just above his groin just enough to tease.

You watched as he winced and hissed.

“What’s the matter, baby?  Not getting any better?” you ask.

“No, it’s....it’s just...the pain is migrating,” he whimpers.  Of course it is.

I can't feel my legs,

somebody help.

You oblige, continuing to ask him where the pain is, and trying everything you can to “solve it.”  By the time your kisses made it to his abs, he was whimpering and pretending he was dying.  He was such a dramatic.

But then, as your breath hovered over his penis, he started to groan.

“Mmm...baby, actually.  That feels...I think that feels a little better.  What are you doing?” he asked, curiously.

“Oh, it does, huh?” you ask.  “Well, I guess we’re just going to have to inspect this, aren’t we?  Why don’t you tell me what feels good, okay?  Can you do that for me, baby?”

He whimpered. “I don’t know...I’m not feeling so well, but I’ll do my best,” he replied in his best baby voice.  Damn, he was good.

If you come in and rescue me,

I don't know what to do.

You reach down, gently cupping his balls, and his hips reacted, pushing forward towards your face.

“Well, we must be getting a little closer, baby. Your hips were happy about that.  What about this?” you ask, starting to roll the large lumps between your fingers.

You looked up, watching his head fall back, his lips parting and leaving them open.  He was beginning to breathe heavily, almost unable to continue this torturous roleplaying game they had embarked into.

“Y-yeah.  T-that.  Yeah, um...that....” he hissed, unable to complete his sentence.

“C’mon, sweetpea.  You gotta tell me what feels good, or how am I going to make you better?” you ask curiously.

“I, uh.  I think it would be better if had a little heat.  I think it’s cold....you know...from the blow.” he chuckled, trying not to be perverted.

“Oh, really?  Warmth, huh?  What am I going to do for warmth?” you ask playfully.

He took a deep breath, pulling his lips together just enough to suck his bottom lip into his mouth.  “You could use your mouth....’ he suggests.

“My mouth?  Why would I want to do that.  That’s unsanitary,” you scold, letting your mouth descend closer to his penis.

You playfully let your tongue slide out of your mouth, moving as if you were going to let it slide up his shaft, but you make sure it never touches his soft flesh.  You could tell he was getting impatient when his hips started to push towards your face.

Baby fix me fast,

you know it's an emergency.

“Ah, ah, ah, Timerlake.  I’m running a diagnostic thermal test, and I’m sorry to say, but you’re going to have to control your hips.”

He whined, his hands moving to his sides as he gripped the sheets.  It had been a really long time since you had teased him, and he forgot how good this felt.

“Well, I’m sorry.  I can’t control them.  If you want them to stop moving, you’re going to have to hold them down,” he smirked.

You smirk.  “Oh, really?  And what am I supposed to hold them down with?  You want me to go tie you to the bed?”

He just grunted in response, not even giving you an answer.  Instead, his hands moved down to your wrists, silently begging you with his eyes.

You slowly crawl up his body, letting your lips bend down to meet with his as you allow your hips to slide slowly against his.  Soon, they were rocking ever so slowly, covering his pulsing penis with your dripping wetness.  You could feel his hips rocking towards you involuntarily, but you weren’t ready to oblige yet.

As you continued to make out with him passionately, your hands were busy working on grabbing the handcuffs you had been hiding discreetly.  As your hips started to move fast enough to keep him distracted, you reached for his hands, bringing them up above his head.  As soon as you did, you clasped the cuffs around his wrists effortlessly.  And then you pulled away.

“Hey!  What are you doing?  I’m laying here almost dying from impotence, and you’re cuffing me?  This is not helping me feel better, at all,” he pouted.  You could see the shock on his face that you actually cuffed him.

You continued to rock your hips against his, yet not letting him enter your throbbing warmth.  As you did so, you reached behind you to grab the sheets, reaching up to tie him effortlessly to the headboard.

“Unfortunately, sir...we need to make sure you hold still.  We can’t run tests if you keep moving.”  You smirk as you stand up on the bed, spinning around so your ass was to his face, working on tying the next sheet for his feet.  As you did so, you made sure to lower your center over his face, teasing him playfully.

Once you finished with the sheet, you slid down his body, carefully wrapping the sheets around his ankles, tying his lower half to the bottom portion of the bed.  And then you got up, admiring your masterpiece.

“Baby...” he whined.  “This is not helping.”

You smirk, just walking into the bathroom, not caring that he was whining and carrying on the entire time.

After about five minutes, you reappear, feather in hand, candle in the other.  As you get closer, you find the lighter by the bed and light the candle before reassuming your position over his languid body, straddling his waist again.

Then you tell me relax,

and get ready for surgery.

“Now...as I said.  We need to perform some tests, see what’s wrong with you,” as you spoke, you wrapped the bandana you had retrieved around his eyes, making sure that he couldn’t see you.

“If it feels good, you moan.  If it feels bad, you cry out.  And then we’ll see if we can diagnose the problem, Mr. Timberlake.  Are you ready?” you ask.

“Y-yes,” he whimpered, a slight uncertainty evident in his voice.  You two had never quite done anything like this, and he was usually very adamant about being in control.  And he’d be damned if he was ever going to be tied down.

You smirk, shifting your body so your center was directly on top of his penis, trapping it between your body and his, covering it in your wetness.  As you did so, you slowly trailed the feather down his body, listening to him moan in response.  

Ever so slowly, you maneuvered the soft material around his nipple, watching it get hard and pucker.  His chest was shivering slightly with the touch, and you could tell it was just slightly uncomfortable for him, even though you knew he was enjoying it.

You watched in awe as he got used to the pleasure, moaning louder and calling out for more.  As soon as you knew he was least expecting it, you dipped the candle, allowing hot wax to fall onto his sternum.  In response, he hissed and jerked forward, attempting to push you off his body.

He wasn’t successful.

You continued you the sweet caress, making sure to love him where you just pained him.  As soon as he got comfortable again, you gave him another wax torture.

As your playful torture continued, your hips started to move ever so slowly, mixing the pain with the pleasure, and the pleasure with the pain.  You watched as his body pulled and writhed against the restraints, trying desperately to make sense of the sensations that were conflicting against his skin.

“Fuck, baby.  I can’t take this anymore,” he whimpered, panting.  “Is the test done now, I really think I’m about to die.”

Baby fix me fast,

you know it's an emergency.

You smirk, moving your body off of his, teasing his penis with the feather to subdue the sudden absence of your body heat.  You could tell he was starting to shake with fear, sure that you would drop the candle on his most prized possession.

Instead, though, you set the candle down.  And in one swift motion, your hips slid onto his, burying his length deep inside you for the second time that night.

He was shocked, his body shaking with awe as he pushed his hips forward.  “Oh God, what are you doing to me?”

“Well, I think I found the problem, sir,” you smirked.

I say I need a remedy,

you say the cure is you.

“Well, I can’t divulge that information until I get the test results back, baby.”  You smirk, giggling slightly at the angered groan that passed his lips.  You could tell his patience was wearing thing as his hips started to move faster to meet yours.  He was desperately trying to get a release, and failing miserably.

Instead, you would stop entirely every once in awhile.  As you sat on top of him, you would wait for him to try to make a move, and then you would pull away entirely.  It got to the point that you thought he would literally tear the sheets off of his confines.

After hearing him start to whimper and cry from the pain of not having a release, doubled with the growing necessity for your own, you decide to oblige the both of you.  Swiftly working your hips into figure eight motions, you could feel his hips starting to twitch with need.

His body was arching off the bed, begging you over and over again to just do it.  Obliging, you start working your hips faster, listening to the slap your skin made when it collided roughly.  At this point, you weren’t even worrying about his release, but about getting him to hit that spot inside of you that drove you over the edge.

You let your body bend backwards, bracing yourself on his legs as you changed angles, and that was just enough to send the both of you over the edge.  Your entire lower half started to tingle, the feeling rising slowly up your thights, into the lower part of your abs, and through to your nipples until your teeth started to chatter.  You couldn’t help but let a moan pass as his hot liquid spilled deep inside of you, oozing out of your center because he had so much to give.

When you came down from your high enough to notice that he was still grunting in the way that only he could, you smiled.  He was still having his orgasm.  This was the longest he had gone since the first time you made love.

Slowly sitting up straight, you reach for the hair tie that’s around your wrist, pulling your sweaty locks into a ponytail before collapsing onto his chest.  You were too tired to worry about untying him at the moment.

A comfortable silence surrounded the two of you as you listened to each other’s heartbeats and were comforted with your happy sighs, the sweat starting to dry and force your bodies to stick together.

“So...what did the test results say?” he asked quietly.

We can try some role play,

you can do what I say,

I can do what you say.

You can have it your way.