Title: Use me
Author: Lusmeitli
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Absolutely no, since this is a dedicated story.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction, as in “absolutely no part of this is based on reality”. It’s a product of my gutter mind entirely. I make no money with this; it’s for my (and hopefully your) entertainment only. I’ve never met Mr. Gahan and the way I describe him (or any of the other real life persons mentioned in this story) are mere assumptions and a LOT of wishful thinking from my part. I feel the deepest respect towards this great man and mean no harm. So please don’t sue.

Author’s note: This story is the product of one picture and what it did to my pleasantly dusty mind. It is dedicated to Danka.

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### PART ONE ###

She lowered the camera and stared at him.

“Do something with your arms and legs,” she demanded, quickly bending her head to unnecessarily fiddle with the lens and to evade his gaze.

The leather softly squeaked as he willingly complied, his eyes not leaving her face for one second.

Even though her head was bent, she felt his intense, dark stare on her and heat rose in her, making her cheeks blush. She was fighting for her composure ever since she had started taking photos. She had simply wanted to try out some ideas to present them to the marketing department next week and suddenly it had turned into a real photo shoot. She should have known better – should know herself better than to think she could just take a picture of Dave and that would be all to it. She was too much of a photographer - and too obsessed with her object - to be able to do that.

He did things to her. Things she couldn’t put in words, nor even fully understand herself. But staring at him through the lens had turned what had started as a playful experiment into something much more serious, much more dangerous.

It was as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her. She had been able to hide behind the camera for a while. But the very apparatus had turned tables on her. Instead of allowing her to build up some distance between them, for her to cool down again, it had heated things up immensely for her. Watching him not only with her eyes, but through the sole focus of the camera lens seemed to magnify his sexiness, the whole effect he had on her even more.

And the lighting was just perfect, she wouldn’t need any additional artificial light; the sun was doing a most excellent job, reflecting back onto his face from the bright floor in the most flattering way.

His five o’clock shade that was speckled with white stubble, glistening in the sunlight just as enthrallingly as did the few white hairs below his temples, such a contrast and yet so in harmony with his dark brown hair.

The tattoo on his left lower arm, standing out so clearly against his skin, darkened by the sun – as if he'd just had it done.

His long, slender fingers resting relaxed on the armrest of the worn out leather couch. She wondered what those fingers would feel like on her skin, touching her, caressing and teasing her.

And his eyes... his intense eyes that seemed to burn themselves into her. If she didn’t know better, she’d have thought he wanted her just as much as she wanted him now.

She felt she had fiddled with the lens for long enough now and looked up again, only to nearly have the camera slip from her hands in shock. She drew in breath sharply and at realising that he had heard, must have heard, she quickly put up the camera again, at least hiding her eyes from him.

Her heart thudded in her chest painfully loud as she looked at him through the lens.

He sat there, his right leg now angled up on the couch, the hard heel of his new leather boot pressing into the soft, worn-out leather of the couch. His right arm rested just above his knee, his thumb fiddling with his index and ring finger, every now and then touching the ring he wore, twisting it.

The soft clicking filled the room, along with their soft breathing, only interrupted by the dripping inside the old radiator behind Dave every now and then.

She sat down on the armrest of the leather chair right next to the couch, much more for her own support than for the picture’s advantage. The clicking got a little more frequent as she stared at the bulge in the front of his jeans, her cheeks blushing a deep shade of red as she thought about how it would grow, what it would be like to feel him grow under her hand, feel him strain against the fabric.

She tried to clear her mind of these thoughts and her eyes wandered on, up his t-shirt that hid his tattoos she knew would be there but had never seen up close for real. And up her eyes travelled to his throat. How she would have liked to kiss him, teasingly bite him there, let her tongue run along his soft skin, up to where the stubble started to grow. Let her tongue run over the point she knew she could feel his heart beat and feeling the rush it would send through her.

And then his eyes… Her breath hitched again at his intense stare. His eyes were pure lakes of fire – or perhaps she was just imagining things.

That moment, the radiator softly rattled and another little waterfall dribbled down inside the pipes and her gaze fell upon the heater behind him and away from his eyes. Right that moment the sunlight caught in Dave’s silver bracelet on his left wrist, twinkling teasingly and heating up her thoughts further.

She closed her eyes, giving a frustrated sigh, lowering her camera to her chest, gripping the plastic cabinet for dear life – as if it could give her back her sanity and composure. The only thing she heard was the pounding of her blood in her ears and she took several deep breaths to try to calm herself down.

But something changed with the last few breaths. It felt odd and she couldn’t quite place what it was. She opened her eyes and nearly jumped as she stared right onto Dave’s chest. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him move his hands and before she even registered the movement, she felt his warm fingers close around hers. The touch caused goose bumps to rise on her skin and her eyes flew up to meet his when he pushed her hands gently, but firmly down, making her drop the camera on the armchair.

She swallowed at his gaze. If it had been dark and intense before, it was black and burning now. It would be forever imprinted in her mind.

“Enough pictures,” he finally said huskily, his eyes dropping to her lips and flicking back up again.

Her heart now pounded painfully against her chest and she thought he must hear or even feel it. He took another step to her, his eyes dropping to her lips once again, this time lingering there.

“Enough playing around,” he commanded, his hot breath puffing onto her lips.

His kiss was hard and bruising, demanding, full of lust and desire. There was nothing tender about it and she didn’t care the least. She felt a moan rise from the depth of her soul and he wrapped his arms around her, one hand on her ass, squeezing it, grinding his groin into hers, the other fisted in her hair, keeping her in place as he plundered her mouth.

She was eager to response, switching off her brain, completely losing herself in the moment. Her left hand sneaked around his waist, rubbing over his bum, getting him to her closer, more intimately and moaning at the feeling of his member growing, pressing into her. Her right hand curled around his neck, her fingers caressing his soft hair there.

She knew she was lost when he moaned into her mouth.

 #### PART TWO ####

 
The sheer intensity of the feelings that washed through her, nearly brought her to her knees. It was all it took to open the gates and let her body, soul and mind be swept away. His tongue danced with hers in a passionate quarrel for submission – and neither were willing to give in.

As sudden as his attack had started, he pulled his mouth off hers, staring down at her slightly swollen, deep red lips, moist from the kiss. Then his eyes burnt into hers again and she shuddered.

“What were you thinking?”

“What...? When?” she blinked up at him, thoroughly distracted by his hand that now was sliding down from the back of her head to the side of her chest, cupping her breast, his thumb grazing her hardened nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra softly.

The contrast from this tender caress to the previous harshness of his kiss surprised her and she didn’t understand, couldn’t even get her mind to work properly.

“Before, you were thinking of something naughty, weren’t you.”

The sudden memory of the silver bracelet and the radiator in the back came back so vividly, she blushed furiously under his searching eyes.

“So I was right.”

As she looked up at him, he had a smug grin on his face that slowly faded as he pulled her to him again for another passionate kiss. It sent hot white heat through her, pooling straight in her groin.

“Come on,” he mumbled on her lips, “you’ve been teasing me for too long.”

She wanted to pull away, but he had foreseen that movement and he quickly deepened the kiss, very obviously grinding his hard-on against her. She had been teasing him? But hadn’t it been completely the opposite?

“Come on,” he urged her, taking her hand and placing it on the bulge and she moaned at the feel of him. “Tell me your little fantasy.”

She closed her eyes as his hot lips attacked her neck and she felt his stubble scratch over her sensitive skin. She lost all sense of time and the tiny voice in the back of her head finally shut up, her brain swimming in lust and passion.

“You cuffed to the heater,” she rushed out, half hoping he wouldn’t hear.

But he did.

His lips left her neck and she moaned in protest as she opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were now black, glistening dangerously. She realised what she had said, embarrassment suddenly rushing through her. Way to go there. Go and make a complete fool of herself…

He lifted her chin up to meet her gaze again, a wicked smile starting to tug on his lips, his eyebrow raised – cocky.

“Why, I never imagined you as the kinky kind,” he said, his voice half dripping with amusement and something else.

“Submission, huh?” he mumbled as he bent his head, taking her nipple into his mouth – with the shirt and the bra, biting down lightly onto it. She cried out in pleasure.

“Now, where do we get cuffs from?” he said, watching her blush a deep red.

“I don’t have cuffs, but…,” she trailed off.

“Where?” he instantly asked and she tilted her head ever so slightly to the direction her handbag lay in.

He didn’t leave her for a second, but pulled her along to the table by the door. His eyes holding hers captivated, his one hand opened and rummaged inside her bag until he found what he was looking for and pulled it out and up in front of her eyes.

“That’ll do,” he remarked, as he pushed her to the heater.

Her heart was beating rapidly, breathing was painful. She couldn’t believe this was happening, how could it be true? Surely this was but a dream – a bloody good one, mind you – but this could never happen in reality. She certainly had gotten lost in another daydream of hers about him, whilst taking pictures of him. But it all felt very real, his hands and lips on her body, his words, everything–

“What now?” he asked as he turned them around, so he stood with his back to the heater.

She looked up, biting down on her lip. “On the floor.”

“What?” he said, “I can’t hear you.”

“Sit down on the floor,” she said a little louder.

He held her gaze and did as she asked.

“Give me your hands,” she ordered a little more confidently and he did as she asked.

With a quick move she had tied his hands (not too tightly) to the heater.

“And now?” he encouraged her to go on, licking his lips, looking at her kneeling in front of him, her hands in her lap, as if she were at a loss for what to do now.

She stood up, her hands disappearing under her skirt for a moment and then the white fabric of her panties pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of them, her heart speeding up more at his feral look with which he observed her every move.

She straddled his thighs and almost shily bent her head to him for a chaste kiss. He held her lips and deepened the kiss. He tasted so great she almost forgot what she had dreamt of doing to and with him.

Another trickling in the radiator brought her back to reality and she pulled back, leaning back and slowly lifting his shirt up. She let her fingers run across his smooth skin, repaint his tattoos, outline his ribs and muscles, feeling the warmth and strength of his body underneath her fingertips. This felt wonderful. To touch him, to worship every inch of his skin, to feel him shudder at certain touches, feel him draw in breath at others.

Her eyes followed the path of her fingers and she bent forward to let her lips worship him, too. As she licked his nipples, she felt the rumble of his groan in his chest, how it built up and vibrated through his rib cage. Slowly, she kissed her way up, letting the shirt go and slide down over his chest again, as she now kissed and licked the skin of his neck he offered to her. She felt his Adam’s apple bob up and down as she kissed him, felt the vibration of his vocal chords when another moan escaped him as she licked her way up to the stubble and upwards to his face.

She gently cupped his face in her hands, looking at it, trying to imprint this image in her mind forever. Then she whispered kisses along his temples and forehead, over his closed eyes, down the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, to finally find his lips again.

Her hands fisted in his wonderfully soft hair – softer than she had imagined and she sighed deeply, her hip thrusting forward into his groin, feeling him hard under her, only his jeans separating them. They both moaned.

She locked eyes with him as her hands slowly travelled down to the button of his jeans – no belt today. She unzipped him, hearing her blood pound in her ears, excited, turned on, shaking with desire and lust. Her hand slipped inside his trousers, curling around his hard member.

His head banged back onto the radiator, creating a hallow sound, swallowing his hiss.

“Fuck, yesss!”

She licked her lips at the sight of him, his head thrown back, eyes closed, lips half open, swallowing hard. Then she looked down as she carefully freed his member. And what a beautiful sight it was. His cock was long and hard, just the right girth, poking out proudly, weeping for her attention. She licked her lips again as she locked eyes with him again.

She lifted her skirt with her other hand, moving up and over him, placing him at her wet entrance, then letting him go, slowly sinking down onto him, taking all of him in. Her breath hitched as he filled her, stretching her almost painfully. He moaned, burying his head in the crook of her neck for a moment, catching his breath.

The fingers of her one hand curled around one of the heater pipes, the knuckles turning white. The other hand cupped his face and for a long moment they were both perfectly still, simply staring into each other’s eyes, before she started to move her hips.

Rocking back and rolling forward, feeling him slide out and glide back in of her, buried to the hilt. He surprised her by thrusting his hips up hard into her and she threw her head back in a silent cry. She now was gripping the radiator with both hands as she moved over him. Their breathing quickened and so did their movements. He met every roll of her hip with a forceful thrust.

“Free me, baby,” he whispered breathlessly.

Her hand found the bondage and easily undid him, and then his arms were around her, guiding her in the rhythm and movements and she was glad, for she was getting lost in the hot white passion.

His lips were on her neck, his hand tugged up her shirt, down her bra, freeing her one breast, his lips eagerly sucking in her sensitive nipple. Pure electricity shot through her as his teeth grazed her skin and she cried out for real this time.

He rammed in and out of her, his other hand on her hip, sure to leave bruises as hard as he gripped her, but she didn’t mind. They were riding towards ecstasy, towards the ultimate bliss.

She could feel the orgasm build, felt it rolling on.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded feverishly, “I want to see you.”

And she did. His eyes were mirroring her own passion, a fire burning so hot in them she didn’t care if she would be burnt. His fingers were now on her clit and the image of the same fingers on her clit now that just minutes before had fiddled with his ring, drove her over the edge.

She moaned loudly as she fell over the cliff and was elevated to the highest of highs, her blood pounding in her ear, her eyes closing after all.

He followed her after a few more strong pumps, shouting her name, biting down hard on the skin of her neck, drawing blood and it sent another wave of oblivion through her.

As her breathing calmed down and she returned to earth, he was holding her in his arms, gently kissing her throat and face, his eyes tender and burning bright with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. He smiled at her and it was a smile she had never seen from him, it melted her, sending butterflies in her stomach to dance around wildly.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn’t seem to be able to find the words. She understood anyways. He pulled her to him for deep, sensuous, long kiss as another rivulet of water dropped down inside the radiator.

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