Idol's Dream

"Idol's Dream"

I always loved performing. I always knew that I wanted to be a star.

Ever since I was little, I was always singing and dancing, putting on a performance at every opportunity. My parents were always supportive of me, paying for my dancing and vocal lessons when I was growing up. My mom always joked that I got it from her side of the family, as she was filipina--and filipinas were usually known to be good singers.

As much as I put myself out there, I never got discovered until I was eighteen years old. I just graduated high school, and I had to make a decision about what I wanted to do with my life. But I wanted to enjoy my summer vacation as much as I could, so I decided to put off that decision for another time. It wasn't until I went to an open mic night with my friends and performed a passionate cover of Joji's

Slow Dancing In the Dark,

the night someone from the audience wanted to sign me to

Nightingale Records,

that I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life.

I met the CEO of the label himself--who seemed very impressed by my abilities

and

my looks. He decided I would be the next big pop sensation for young girls to look up to, and I would have to maintain a clean and innocent

'girl next door'

image. I thought that it would be easy, as I rarely misbehaved anyway. I knew that I would be able to handle it easily.

But then the team introduced me to my manager--thirty-seven-year-old David Masters. He was an incredibly handsome man, from his dark hair to his hazel eyes, and his strong jawline constantly sporting stubble on the lower half of his face that suited him. I couldn't help but feel a bit shy meeting him, but he was very nice to me.

He was always there for me, always asking me how I was feeling before and after performances, and providing me with support whenever I needed it. He always seemed to genuinely care about me, and I felt like I could trust him. I could feel myself feeling more and more affectionate towards him, even though he was my manager. Even when I was becoming more and more famous, he never treated me differently. Even though we had a professional relationship, we were very close.

It wasn't until all my friends that I used to have turned on me once I became famous that I fell into depression, as they were selling personal information and rumours about me for clout. Even though I loved performing, I had to cancel performances while I was on tour because my depression was unbearable. Since I was on tour, away from home, David was the only one who was there for me and told me that he would handle everything. He was the one who listened to my troubles and provided me with emotional support the entire time. I'd say he was the one who pulled me out of my depression.

One night he bought me a beautiful gold necklace with a small diamond encrusted in the star-shaped charm and put the necklace around me, telling me to look in the mirror.

"I want you to know that whatever happens, I'm rooting for you,"

he told me as his hands lingered on my shoulders after he put the necklace on me.

"You're my little star, Leigh. Don't listen to what other people have to say about you--because I believe in you. You're a star."

I looked at myself in the mirror, placing my hand over the star charm before I looked at David in the mirror, seeing him smiling at me as his eyes shined with a glimmer of reassurance and safety.

That was when I knew that I was falling for my manager.

There were plenty of instances where I would have to collaborate with male artists and perform with them onstage, and dating rumours would fly--but I never felt anything for any other guy the way I felt about David.

So one day, when TMZ caught a photograph of me getting a bit close with another artist at a party--David became angry with me for getting caught up in a scandal, but assured me that he would fix it with my publicist. I began to cry and apologize profusely, knowing that I had let him down. He only held me, and apologized for getting angry with me. I then confessed that I never did anything with that artist--I didn't have feelings for anyone except for

him.

And I meant it, nobody made me feel the way that he did. I

loved

him.

And that was when we kissed for the first time. When we kissed, it felt as if we both wanted to for so long. Like all our emotions we had for each other was spilling out all at once.

That was the day I lost my virginity to my manager. We didn't plan on it happening--we were just so caught up in the moment, yet David would always ask me if I was okay, like he always did.

I couldn't have asked anyone else to have my first time with.

And ever since then, David and I had a secret relationship. We could never get caught, it would ruin both my career and his. We always had a strictly professional relationship while in public... But behind closed doors, we could never keep our hands off each other. But he was always so loving, always being soft and gentle or dominant and rough if I asked him.

He was

perfect.

Even though I was Leigh Harper, the perfect pop star in the public eye, I felt almost as if I didn't deserve David, both as my manager and my lover.

It's been over a year since I debuted, and I was already beginning to grow exhausted from the fame and the celebrity lifestyle despite only being nineteen. I loved to perform--but being famous was beginning to wear me out. I only came to the realization recently, but one of the only reasons I keep going as an idol is for David

.

Not even for the money, not even for my fans... But for

him.

David was the reason I had all of this, all this fame and wealth, all these supporters, all these opportunities, he was the reason I became as successful as I did. But truth be told, I didn't need any of this.

He was all I needed to make me happy.

The bright lights were shining in my face, blinding me as the crowd cheered loudly, the sounds of clapping and screaming filling the entire stadium. I couldn't stop smiling, even as sweaty as I was. I had just finished performing my last song of my show, and was on a complete rush. "Thank you, Chicago! You were such an amazing crowd!" I said into my mic, running a hand through my long black hair as the crowd cheered even louder.

"I love you all! Goodnight!" I said before waving to the crowd as I left the stage, the crowd chanting my name. I sighed deeply as I handed my mic to one of the crew members before I was escorted to my dressing room. I couldn't wait to just change out of my outfit then head into the limo back to the hotel.

After I changed my clothes and headed out of my dressing room, security escorted me to my limousine outside, as fans screamed in my direction while the paparazzi snapped pictures of me and bombarded me with questions.

I just smiled and waved at everyone while ignoring their requests as I made my way inside the limo. I didn't want to be rude, but I was incredibly tired. All I wanted was to head back to the hotel, take a shower, and rest.

I sat inside the limo and closed the door, turning my head to see David next to me, dressed in one of his casual suits as he had sunglasses on, and he was talking to someone on the phone.

I waved out the window to everyone as the driver began to drive away, making its way to the street as David finally thanked the person on the other line and hung up. He looked at me and smiled, taking off his sunglasses as I looked into his gorgeous hazel eyes. "Hey, Leigh. You did amazing tonight."

I blushed. "You think so?"

"Of course. You always do well, but you really shined tonight. Probably one of your best shows ever," he said with a proud smile. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you so much, David... That means so much to me," I said as I brought a hand to my face and tried to hide how red my cheeks probably were. I loved it when he praised me. "I pushed myself more than usual tonight."

He raised a brow curiously. "Yeah? What made you do that?"

I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear as I shyly looked at him. "I know that you grew up in Chicago, so I wanted to make you proud," I said. "I decided to give it my all and put on a great show, so that you could have something to remember."

He smiled at me, moving closer before he placed a hand on my knee. I could feel butterflies in my stomach at his touch. "That means a lot to me, Leigh. I would have been proud of you no matter what, but I'm

really

proud of your performance tonight, and I'm grateful. Thank you," he said to me before taking my hand and kissing the back of it, making me blush deeper.

I love him so much.

"Who was that on the phone?" I asked curiously.

"Jonathan Torres. I know how much you love

The Next Idol,

so I got you scheduled to be a guest judge on the show next season."

I excitedly gasped as I brought a hand to my mouth. "Oh my god! That's amazing! Thank you so much, David... I'm so excited for that!"

He chuckled at how excited I seemed to be. "Of course. I remembered you telling me how much you liked that show, and I figured it would also be a great opportunity for you."

"Once again, thank you so much," I said, feeling so grateful for him. He always knew to book me for things he knew I'd like, like he genuinely knew what I wanted to do. He just knew me like that, which was one of the reasons I loved him so much. I yawned, suddenly feeling a bit sleepy.

"You seem tired. I hope that you didn't push yourself

too

hard," he said worriedly, but I shook my head. "After I get some rest, I'm sure I'll be totally fine."

He nodded. "Alright. I hope you aren't too tired, though..." He leaned in closer to me. "I have a surprise for you once we get back to the hotel," he whispered in my ear, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin.

The rest of the ride back to the hotel consisted of David's hand rubbing my thigh, as we couldn't do anything in the limo. We would just have to wait until we made it to the hotel. It was almost an excruciating wait as David's hand on my leg was already starting to get me horny, and I couldn't do anything about it but

wait.

Finally, the limo pulled up to the front of the hotel as I got out, and David climbed out as well. There were still some paparazzi snapping photos or other people around pulling out their phones to take pictures of me, but I just tried to ignore them as security shooed them away.

The hotel doorman opened the door for us as we made our way straight to the elevators to go up to our rooms on the twentieth floor. David and I maintained our 'professional' appearance until we made it to our hotel rooms that were beside each other, but connected through the inside.

Once I got into my room and closed the door, I made my way straight to the bed, planning to quickly flop onto it and rest for even just a few minutes, but something on the bed caught my eye.

It was a bouquet of roses, along with a card and a fancy looking box. I picked up the card to open it and read it.

"Bought this for my special girl. I'd love to see you in it. You are always my star no matter what. Love, David."

I smiled before putting the card down and picked up the box, lifting the top lid. I widened my eyes and immediately felt my face heat up seeing the contents--some lacy pink lingerie. It consisted of a baby pink bra that had lace designed in embroidered floral patterns, with matching lace panties and stockings with thigh garters.

He wants me to wear this for him?

I wondered to myself before smiling coyly.

Alright. I'll take a quick shower first, then I'll get ready...

I put it down before I headed for the bathroom, cleaning my makeup off before undressing and getting into the shower. I cleaned my body and shampooed my hair before rinsing myself off, then turned off the shower and stepped out to grab some towels for my hair and my body.

After wrapping my hair and body up in towels, I headed out of the bathroom and headed to the bed, drying my body before getting changed into the lingerie. It fitted my body perfectly, like David knew

exactly

what my measurements were.

He must have memorized every curve of my body.

I towel-dried my hair before combing it, looking in the mirror with a sigh as I checked myself out.

It's a bit embarrassing, I've never worn anything sexy like this before... But I'm sure it will make David happy,

I thought with a little smile.

I went over to the door that connected my room to David's, unlocking my door and opening it before I took a deep breath. I knocked on his door and waited a few seconds before his door unlocked and opened up, David answering. He instantly smiled as he slowly gazed at my body while I only stood there, awkwardly rubbing my arm with a hand.

"God, Leigh... You're so damn beautiful," he said to me, clearly impressed. I looked away and began to blush. "D-don't stare too much... I'm not wearing any makeup, and I don't usually wear stuff like this, but you bought it for me, so I'm happy to wear it for you..." I said, before walking closer to him and bringing a hand up to his cheek as I looked into his eyes, his prickly stubble tickling my palm. "I only want

you

to see me like this, okay?"

David softly chuckled and placed his warm hand over mine. "You're so gorgeous no matter what. You're my little star," he said, and I could see in his eyes how genuine he was. "Come, let's head over to the bed."

David took my hand and led me inside his room, bringing me over to the bed as I sat down on the edge. David leaned down to press his lips against mine, as the two of us engaged in a tender kiss. Every time we kissed I swear I fell for him even more. He always gave me butterflies.

I smiled into the kiss, hooking my arm around his neck as I pulled him closer, letting him deepen the kiss. Our kisses were slow and steady, but grew more passionate the more we made out. His hands held my face and I felt him softly groan into the kiss as his thumb stroked my cheek, and I parted my lips wider and allowed him entrance.

Our kisses began to grow sloppy and messy, feverishly kissing like it was more important than air, but I didn't care, I wanted to taste him as much as I could. I was so addicted to him, I wanted nothing more than to drown in his kisses.

I fell back on the bed, pulling David with me by his tie, giggling as David hovered over me before he smiled and leaned down to kiss me again. I closed my eyes and reveled in the taste of David, feeling like I was getting high just from his kisses and his touch. Not like I knew what getting high was like--but David was my drug.

His hands gently moved up and down my sides as he moved his lips away from mine, kissing his way down to my neck as I sighed and tilted my head back to give him better access. The way his prickly stubble scratched against my skin as he left kisses and soft nips on my neck felt incredibly tantalizing. I felt like I was a princess, and he was my prince who knew how to please me and pamper me, and just make me feel

good.

I could feel a warm sensation begin to grow down below between my legs, feeling my clit getting hard and my pussy getting wet just from us kissing. David took a moment to pull away and admire me beneath him as he softly chuckled. "You're stunning, angel... God, I wish we could just stay like this forever," He mumbled as he stroked my cheek with a finger, making me blush again.

He climbed off from me briefly. "Can you turn around for me, sweetheart? I wanna see you on your hands and knees," he asked, making me nod. I shifted myself to turn over on the bed, holding myself up on my hands and knees as I stuck my panty-clad ass out in the air. It was a bit embarrassing being in this position, but all I wanted was to submit to him and let him use me for

his

pleasure.

"Good girl," I heard him mutter, making me softly whine at his words. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of my panties before pulling them down to my knees, leaving the bottom half of my body totally exposed. He sighed as I felt his finger against my entrance, making me gasp as he caressed my wet folds. "Mmm, you're so wet," he mused. "You're so ready for me, aren't you?"

"Y-yes," I breathily let out, feeling somewhat sheepish now. "I... Couldn't stop thinking about this while we were in the limo..."

I heard David softly chuckle. "Me neither. I'm so glad we finally get to be alone," he said before he pushed two fingers inside me, making me widen my eyes and whimper as he pushed his fingers all the way within me.

"I always love the way you feel around my fingers," David murmured, beginning to thrust his fingers back and forth within my moist cunt as all I could do was let noises slip from my lips while I let him finger me. Feeling his fingers move inside of me felt so good.

He pulled his fingers out of me before rubbing his fingers, moist with

my

juice, on my clit. I sighed out his name as he rubbed his fingers up and down my clit and in circular motions, pressing hard into me, making me submit to his hot touches.

He pulled his hand away before I heard the sounds of him unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. I waited for a moment as I heard the rustling of clothes before I felt him slap his dick against my ass a few times. "Such a gorgeous body. I love everything about you, Leigh... You're

perfect."

I don't think I'm perfect... Even though everyone says so. But David makes me believe it. I feel like the most beautiful and talented girl in the world whenever he tells me how perfect I am.

At that moment, I felt him penetrating me as I gasped. He slowly slid his way all the way inside of me, burying his length within me. It was slightly painful as it usually was, but the pleasure completely overrode the pain. The way my pussy took him and how he was a snug fit inside me made me believe our bodies were

made

for each other.

"Aw, yeah... You always take me so damn well," he breathily said before he grabbed my hips and began to move. He slowly rocked himself back and forth, his dick moving inside me as I could feel my walls clenching around him.

He began to pick up the pace, thrusting within me as I could feel lust building up within me, grabbing a pillow from in front of me before slumping down into it as I raised my hips in the air, arching my back as David continued to buck his hips forward, fucking me nice and good.

"Am I yours,

Daddy?"

I asked him between pants, letting out wanton moans with each thrust into me.

"You're all mine, princess. All mine," David murmured, leaning down to kiss my back as he thrust harder. I loved the way his cock felt inside me as he fucked my aching wet cunt, hearing him let out breathy groans with each heave. My heart was beating at a mile per second that I felt as if it would explode in my chest.

His thrusts began to grow fast and aggressive, but I

loved

it. I knew that he would be more gentle if I asked, but I didn't want to--I

wanted

him to thrash my cunt and use me all for his own pleasure. I trusted him, and I knew that he would never try to hurt me, or do anything to me that I didn't want him to do.

I

loved

him.

I could feel my eyes tearing up from the overwhelming amount of pleasure, feeling myself getting close to my climax. The way David was fucking me was

too good,

I knew that I wasn't going to last very long. I just hoped my performance in bed was as good as my performance on stage.

I felt David lean forward into me as he continued to thrust into me, his breath against the back of my neck as his hands gripped me harder. "You're so perfect, Leigh. I could say it a million times and it'd never be enough," he mumbled in a low and breathy voice as I continued to let out moans while he thrust in and out of me. "You're my little star. You're

Daddy's

perfect little star."