Chapter 12 #2
I’m greeted with pink tissue paper, and as I dig through it, the tips of my fingers hit plastic.
I pick up the package and my fingers tremble, my eyes zoning in on the item inside.
It’s not a knife or any other weapon. It’s nothing I’ve seen on set before and is probably something I won’t see. At least I hope not.
I take out the letter tucked underneath and my stomach dips.
Dear little idol,
I thought I’d send something different this time.
Something else I know you need. Unlike everyone else, I know your little secret.
You like getting off before putting on a show, don’t you?
I’m sure it’s hard having to take care of it alone all the time.
Let me help you. Let me take some of the burden away.
We can help relax you together. Only you, me, and your new prop will ever know about it.
Xoxo, Your biggest fan.
The paper bunches in my hand and a knot forms in my throat. Has he been watching me? Or she? I don’t know anything about this person. They have to be someone who works here. No one knows what I do in here before going on. What I need to do. How would they?
Can they see me somehow? A chill runs down my spine, and I shove the letter back in the box. My eyes zone in on the toy, and I grab some scissors to cut back the plastic. I’m not going to actually use it, am I?
What if whoever sent it can see me now? My heart hammers and my cock twitches. What is wrong with me? Fear curls inside me, turning into delicious arousal. What the fuck?
I look around. There’s no sign of a camera anywhere. No blinking lights or a suspicious out-of-place item on the wall. Where would it be hiding if there was one? What if they knew some other way? I can get loud sometimes. That’s what happened. Someone heard me.
I separate the toy from the plastic, setting the scissors back in a cup on the vanity.
It’s sick and twisted but my body likes the idea of someone watching instead of listening.
Not just anyone. A certain cameraman. It’s probably not him, but my mind wants to believe it is anyway.
It reaches out to the idea and touches it while I reach down into my pants to touch myself.
It really is exhausting having to do all the work alone, and I’m not sure it’ll be enough just to give myself a hand job today.
I do need this. Who else but Hayden would truly know how much I like being filled?
How I was when his fingers slipped out of me?
It was so bad that I slept with my fingers between my cheeks, pressing tightly to my hole.
I bite back a whimper, slipping my hand out of my pants to shove them down to my ankles.
I look around the room for the lube I stashed here the first time I arrive in case the lotion wasn’t enough.
My heart lifts when I find it, and I snatch it from one of the shelves next to the vanity.
It was the warming kind. I was curious about it. Why do I always have to be so curious?
I stick the dildo to the chair, and I’m thankful I skipped underwear today as I slick up the blue toy. It’s wet and inviting. My breathing is all over the place and so are the vibrations in my body.
I get my hole soaked with lube and watch myself in the mirror as I slowly myself onto the silicone. I rock my hips, stroking myself as I push down more, shaking and breathing harder. I don’t stop until I’m fully impaled. My knees lock up, my toes curling and cock thickening between my fingers.
I wiggle my hips, moaning, and biting my lip to keep from being too loud.
It feels so fucking good. Bouncing up and down, my back arches and my feet lift half off the ground, my knees aching the faster I go.
My hole pulsates, a deep ache spreading and making my stomach tighten before a sea of pleasure splashes inside me, washing away the discomfort.
The door opens behind me and I freeze. Brown eyes narrow in on me, and there’s that sexy smile I like seeing so much. It has me moving my hips again, and Hayden closes the door behind him, locking it.
“What do we have here?” His voice is thick with lust.
“What are you doing in here?” My heart jolts, heat licking inside my hole as the toy rubs me over and over.
He steps closer, sliding one of the straps of my sleeveless shirt down my shoulder. “Wanted to see if it’s been long enough yet.” He pushes it down lower and my nipple slips free, and his tongue pokes between his lips.
My cock flaps against my stomach when I press my hand to the chair, and my teeth clamp together when an overwhelming sensation makes me forget how to word.
“Guess it’s getting close.” He licks his lips, smearing the precum on my tip with his fingers, and he smiles.
“Fuck, look at you, though. Makes me wish I could capture this moment forever. It definitely needs to be seen more than once. It deserves to be.”
“I . . .” My throat locks up and my balls tighten, my cock leaking like a fucking faucet. I like the sound of that. Of him watching me on the big screen in his basement. Of him viewing something we made for only us to see.
He pulls out his phone and I choke on my next breath, shaking my head as he lifts it between us, his light shining straight at me. “Don’t.”
“Don’t worry, baby. It’s for our eyes only. For you and your biggest fan. Your favorite cameraman and director. The only one who knows that the real you is what the camera really likes seeing.”
“I . . . I . . . fuck.”
“You like being my little star, don’t you? Getting to film you during all your best moments is such a privilege. So many others would take it for granted, but not me.”
I fuck myself on the dildo harder, slowing down my movements as I go in deeper and sweep over my magic spot. His fingers roll over my cock head and he drops to his knees, holding the phone above his head as he takes me all the way into his mouth.
It’s almost too much. My brain short circuits, my balls lift, and my cock throbs as I hit the back of his throat, my cum spurting inside him.
My hips stiffen, my body rocked from the inside out as my hole tightens its hold on the toy before releasing it again.
He lets go of me with a pop, and his tongue samples each corner of his mouth before he dives forward to suck on my shirt.
The lens is on me still, and I probably look a mess, but you wouldn’t know it by the way he’s looking at me.
“And . . . cut,” he says, lowering his phone after tapping the screen. “Such a beautiful movie star. You did so good and didn’t even have to try. You’re such a damn natural. Meant to be in the spotlight.”
“You filmed me,” I say, sounding distant.
“Yeah. Got all the good parts, and I don’t think anything needs to be cut. It was all so good. The perfect start to our collection.”
“Delete it,” I say, sinking back in the chair and reaching for the waving device.
“Why would I delete such a masterpiece? That would be such a waste, and I’d rather not waste anything when it comes to you.” He straightens his legs, standing all the way up before sliding the strap back up my arm.
I place my hands over my lap but I don’t know why. It’s not like he hasn’t already seen all of me. He had my cheeks spread apart yesterday, practically probing at my insides. Doubt there’s any part of me left to hide from him now.
“Hayden.”
“I’ll go ahead and let myself out so you can get dressed. I’ll see you out there.” He leans down to press a chaste kiss to my lips.
“Hayden,” I say again, and he looks back as he walks to the door.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure no one sees me leaving the room.”
“Delete it, please.”
“I think this is something you should really think about. How am I supposed to watch it again if it’s gone?
Take the whole day if you need to. You can give me your final decision when you agree to come back with me to my hotel.
” He grins and it’s almost sinister, causing my blood to run cold before turning back to molten lava.
He twists the knob, and the only sound I can get out before he leaves is a shallow breath.
The door shuts behind him, and I sit here a while, looking at myself.
My body is flushed and a sheen of sweat covers parts of my skin.
I wipe myself up and clean the toy before shoving it into my travel bag.
Giving it another thought as I change shirts and put on the dark blue jeans my character is supposed to wear next, I remove it from the bag, putting it in the back of my vanity drawer instead.
I have two more scenes to do today, and it’ll be easier to grab it from there.
It’s not the only thing I think about when I’m leaving the dressing room or getting my makeup done.
His last words are replaying in my head, about letting him know my final decision before agreeing to go back to his hotel.
They override all others and I almost forget my lines, but I see him watching me and everything I need to do to get through the scene instantly comes back.
He’s smiling, while his eyes remind me to keep thinking about what my answer will be at the end of the day.
I have three hours. The director shouts, “Scene,” clapping her hands together and jumping from her seat.
“Good job, team. Go get some dinner . . . shower, read, and sleep. Whatever you gotta do to give me a repeat of today.”
She’s giving me permission to leave in a way. I’m what’s holding me back now, and I have to give him my answer. It’ll be better to do it while we’re alone in his car on the way to go eat together. That settles one answer, but deep down I already knew I’d end up going.
That toy felt good, but his fingers were fucking amazing, and I can only imagine what his cock would feel like.
I told him that I wanted it next time, and the sooner that is, the better.
Lisa was right. I did my best today and it was because of him.
Him and his camera. I could ask him to delete it, or I could have him hit record again before adding another masterpiece to his collection.
I exit the front of the studio and look to where we met last time.
He’s standing there, lifting his head at me with that intoxicating smile, and that’s all it takes for me to make up my mind. I’m his favorite star, and I can’t wait to put on my best performance for him tonight.