Fifty Shades Of Andrew Biersack

At eight o’clock, I knocked on the large white door that belonged to Andrew. He opened in a white shirt with a dark grey blazer on top. His black hair lay perfectly on the side of his face and he looked absolutely delicious.
- “Finally, Miss Cox.” He smiled and put his hand on the lower of my back to guide me inside.
I was welcomed by a bottle of wine and candles. I wouldn’t have mined some food, but I figured it wasn’t Andrews most developed skill.
- “Cheers.” He raised his glass and smiled happy at me. “It feels so good having you here.”
All I could do was to smile back at him. The living room was filled with sweet music and Andrew walked towards me and laid his hand on my hip. He spun me around and made my dress spread out. He gave me his childish smile and I could feel how I melted inside. I felt every single feeling crawl underneath my skin as I breathed in the air. The dim light from the candles, the soft classic, violin music and the smile of the man I was ready to die for. The emotions tortured me like an itch I couldn’t scratch. It exploded in a kiss and I gave myself to his arms.
- “Are you sure about this?” I nodded my head.
“I just don’t want you to hurt again.” He gave me a worried look.
- “Andrew Biersack, shut up and make love to me.” His eyes darkened and a wry smile grew on his lips and he flipped me around. He lay me down on the couch. He traced my neck with his nose and I leaned my head back a little to give him more access. The tip of his tongue caressed my neck and kept working it’s way over my collarbones. I moaned and I could feel the muscles pump, down there.
- “Andy…” I panted in his ear and he pressed his growing erection to my screaming hips.
- “God, you smell so delicious, Nikki.” I could feel the words being spoken against my skin. He left wet little kisses on my stomach and his hands cupped my breasts perfectly.
He removed my panties slowly without breaking the eye contact. He lowered his head to the point where I no longer could see him above the skirt line of my dress. My hips flexed as his lips touched my labia. I hissed in pleasure as his tongue wandered over my wet down-under parts. He licked, sucked and kissed like his life depended on it. I tugged his hair and he stopped and hovered over me.
- “I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Cox.” He smiled.
- “Please do, sir.” I smiled. This man is so forgivable.
Andy rubbed his impressive length against me and I opened up, welcoming him as he slowly filled me. I moaned out loud and launched at his bottom lip. He clenched his teeth together and raised his upper lip in pleasure.
- “Feel me, Nikki. All of me!” He whispered as his forehead rested on mine. Our hips perfectly in sync. Only heavy breathing and two naked bodies on top of each other that comes together perfectly.
I was sitting on top of his legs and for a moment I was feeling a little powerful being on top. Andy flexed his hips, digging deeper into me, which made my whole body push upwards. He leaned backwards on his hands and watched me fly. I relaxed my head backwards as he picked up the pace, kept hitting the spot like the true sex god that he was. Knowing exactly what he was doing.
I collapsed as I found my release around him and he hugged my upper body tight as he found his as well.
- “You are good.” I panted, absolutely exhausted.
Andy gave me a large smile and caressed my chin. I grabbed his arm and wrapped it around me. We were lying on the couch, surrounded by lit candles. Andy dragged a blanket over my bare legs and bottom.

- “Tell me about your tattoos.” I mumbled and inspected his inked skin.
- “Well, what do you want to know?” He mumbled and kissed the top of my head.
- “I don’t know. What got you into tattoos?” I glared up at him with an ashamed smile.
- “Alright.” He smiled. “This was the first on that I got.” He pointed at a red heart with a skull in it that was placed on his left fore arm.
“It’s the logo of one of my favorite bands. They’ve always meant very much to me growing up. Then it just continued. Chris has a lot of tattoos and I guess he influenced me when he came into our lives. ”
- “What about this one?” I said and grabbed his hand.
- “This one is uuh…” He scratched the back of his head like he was ashamed.
“I got these two on tour like,.. way back.” He put his thumbs together and spelled FP.
- “What does that stand for?” I looked accusingly at him. Andy on the other hand looked like a kid that’s done something really bad but funny, that you can’t tell your parents about.
- “It uh,.. haha, it stands for Front Poop.” He smiled and raised an eyebrow to see what my reaction would be.
- “Front poop?!”
- “Haha, yeah uh. Long story short, my tour manager and me got this tattoo on tour way back when we had released our second album. I always wore tight pants and uh,.. He always had to check that my ‘front poop’ wasn’t too visible.” He shrugged innocent and I couldn’t really believe that someone would actually do that. I laughed right in his face and he smiled and we bumped foreheads. He kissed the tip of my nose.
- “Damn it, Nikki… You are one amazing woman.” His smile!

Again the thought hit me. Was I more amazing than the others?
- “I don’t wanna start a fuzz. So please don’t mind me asking; did you love the other girls?”
- “No. Well, I cared about them. We’re all human. But I never loved them.”
- “Then why would you keep them,.. for your pleasure only?”
- “I told you, it’s not just for my pleasure. They found pleasure in it as well.”
- “So, you do to me basically what you’ve done to them?”
- “Not exactly. Well, I just don’t do as much with you.” He made a face again like a child that has something major to hide from their parents.
- “Speak up Andy.” I demanded and I expected the worst.
- “I can show you better than tell you.” He sighed and he grabbed my arm.

We walked out of the living room area towards the bedroom. For a moment I thought we were going at it again but his held down head told me otherwise. He guided me to the left in the bedroom, between the door and the bathroom and he opened up a large closet. I recognized it as the one with all the whips and other sex toys.
- “This is where I keep most of the stuff.” His grip around my hand tightened.
- “I walked around the house one day and I found this closet. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It freaked me out. That’s why I’ve felt uncomfortable about everything lately. I don’t know what you could do with this and why you would need it.” I mumbled ashamed and with tears in my eyes.
Andy let out a heavy sigh and his head hang down.
- “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He mumbled and he kissed me like he was saying sorry.
I looked up at him with a worried look. What’s wrong my beloved fifty?
To my surprise the wall at the back of the closet was a door.

He opened the door and we stepped into a dark room. It was cold and its presence felt large. The smell of leather filled my nostrils. I flexed my toes and felt the thick carpet underneath my feet. I squint my eyes as Andy turned the light on in the room. What I saw I couldn’t believe my eyes. The floor was covered with a thick red carpet. The walls were painted dark red. Along the wall to my left stood a large bench with some mechanisms I had no idea what it was. To my right stood a large sofa in dark blue satin. On the roof there were chains attached to rails. A large king size bed was placed at the wall at the far end. It was covered in thin plastic sheets. Around it was a bed frame. I could only imagine what stuff you could cuff on to it. The lamp on the ceiling was old and gave the room a dim and dull feeling. There was also a bureau to be found with three drawers and on top of that was a gramophone.
- “What is this?” I asked as I walked through the room.
- “This is my playroom.”
- “What do you have all the stuff for?”
- “This is where I take my submissives. This is where it all goes down.”
I glared at him. What was he thinking bringing me into this room? Of course I was glad that he was being honest with me, but this?! I never thought this for a second about Andrew.
- “Uh, do you want me to be in here?”
- “Not if you don’t want to. But I would love to have you in here.” He mumbled with his deep and raspy voice.
I sat down on the bed, breathing it in for a minute. Oh my fifty, are you really willing to sacrifice everything you are for me? It’s not fair and for a second I hated myself. I should give up the same amount that he’s giving up, right?

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