Chapter 13
Chapter thirteen
The ticking of the grandmother clock in Blanche’s office is the only sound among the three of us.
After ensuring Lucy was okay following our…
scene, we were picked up by a stoic Blanche in a golf cart and driven back to the main house.
I was shown into a guest bathroom, where I washed the day off, and then came back to Blanche’s office dressed in the soft robe left for me.
Within a couple of minutes, Blanche and Sunshine joined me, the latter looking similarly scrubbed pink and no worse for wear, except a blush creeping up her neck.
Blanche made us all steaming mugs of hot chocolate, which we’ve been sipping in the quiet, nobody wanting to break the companionable silence.
I doubt whatever follows will be as companionable.
I wince, wondering if I should have told Blanche that Sunshine had a safe word.
From her perspective, this probably looks…
bad. But I’m not a person who likes to involve people in my plans, and I didn’t even plan this, per se.
I woke up this morning and realized there was no fighting my feelings.
It would have been impossible to continue with filming as we were. I was well beyond my limit.
Nobody is making eye contact, but finally, Blanche puts her mug down and slowly rounds her desk.
She leans back against it, standing just in front of Sunshine and me, and I look up, expecting the worst. Her carefully neutral face gives nothing away.
Just as I’m opening my mouth to start a very long, profuse apology, Blanche claps her hands together and gives us a blinding smile.
“The two of you were utterly fantastic!”
Sunshine and I turn to look at each other before facing Blanche again as she continues to praise our performance today.
“I couldn’t believe my eyes! The raw, animalistic passion. The screams, the moans. If I didn’t know better, you could have passed for me and my Henry!”
At this point, I feel like it’s necessary to clarify exactly what happened today.
“Uh, Blanche,” I begin. “You know, uh. You know that today wasn’t exactly…simulated, right?”
She throws her head back with laughter, which I take as a good sign.
“Yes, dear. It was extremely evident as soon as the drone got its first shot of your drenched cock sliding in and out of Lucy.”
I’m even more confused now. She knew the entire scene and didn’t intervene?
“You’re welcome, by the way. As soon as I realized what was happening, I sent everyone except the drone pilots home. Only a few people saw anything, and they aren’t the type to blab around town.”
I glance at Lucy, who looks just as surprised as I am.
“The passion, the intensity. It was just so special to watch the two of you. Explicit sex is probably the best way to immortalize what Henry and I had.” She gazes forlornly out the window of her office, then smiles as a cardinal flies past. “What I’m trying to ask is if you’d both be interested in moving forward with explicit sex scenes included in the film. ”
“Yes.”
My head whips to face Lucy, who’s gone back to calmly sipping her hot chocolate like our employer hasn’t just asked us to continue fucking on camera for the film in which we portray her and her late husband.
I’m not convinced that I’m not dreaming this entire day.
My Sunshine wants to continue fucking me on camera? With no hesitation?
“Ah, how exciting! And you, Sasha, dear? If you aren’t comfortable with it, I completely understand. Being on stage at Rendezvous and on film are certainly different beasts, and I can try to find someone in the industry to step in…”
“No!” The volume of my outburst surprises us all, and I clear my throat before continuing more quietly. “No, that’s not necessary. I don’t have any objection to continuing.”
Blanche claps her hands in delight.
“Excellent. Now then, just a couple of housekeeping items while I have you both here. Lucy, darling, are you on birth control? If not, we need to have a very different conversation.”
My heart sinks into my stomach, and I feel sick. Jesus Christ, I fucked her raw. I’ve never in my life fucked a woman, or man, without a condom, but I didn’t even hesitate today. I can’t imagine having anything between us, but I have no idea if she’s on birth control or not.
“I have the implant in my arm. And I’m clean, for the record, in case anyone was curious,” she mumbles, draining the last bit of her hot chocolate.
“Well, that I knew, dear. It was a part of your background check and the bloodwork you submitted before you moved in!” Blanche waves her hand like it should be obvious that she’d thought to have us tested for everything under the sun before allowing us on her property.
“Sasha is, of course, squeaky clean as well.”
At this, I have to turn to Lucy.
“I never would have put you at risk if I hadn’t known I was clean. Never,” I say, hoping she sees the sincerity in my eyes.
I’m relieved when she reaches over to pat my knee and winks at me. “I know, Sasha.”
I capture her hand with mine and lace our fingers together, moving them to her thigh so that I’m the one stretching uncomfortably to bridge the gap between us instead of her.
I’m thankful she’s on birth control, but there’s also a deep feeling that I can’t shake off or define.
It feels like the hot flash of anger, but that can’t be it.
Being angry that she’s on birth control, that my seed within her has no chance of impregnating her, would be psychotic. Must be something else.
Blanche delicately coughs before moving on to her next checklist item.
“Perfect. Next on my list is exclusivity. I would like to propose absolute exclusivity within the confines of the film until filming is complete. It would be tedious for me to have to worry about re-testing if either of you were to go out and about, as they say. Now—” she continues, but Lucy interrupts her.
“Do you mean exclusivity between Sasha and me?” she asks, and given Blanche’s vague language, I agree we need to clarify.
“Well, yes and no. Outside of filming, it would make things much easier if you kept things exclusive. But…Henry and I were rather adventurous in our younger years. Would the two of you be open to group scenes?”
“No,” I say emphatically. I’m surprised again at the answer from the woman beside me.
“Yes.”
I stare at Lucy as she shrugs. “What? We should at least read the scripts. It could be fun.”
Blanche raises an eyebrow at me.
“We can discuss it and get back to you,” I say, squeezing Lucy’s hand that I’m still holding.
“But if we’re going to do this, I think we need more advance notice and earlier script delivery for anything explicit.
We need to ensure we have time to discuss everything beforehand and request any changes we think are needed. ”
“A reasonable request. I’ll deliver your spicier scripts sooner, absolutely.
We’ll still film our usual scenes, and I’ll have the lighting and camera crews set everything up during our simulated activities.
Then we can clear the set. I doubt we need anyone but myself and one camera person, but we can see how it goes.
I’ll need to rewrite some things for the next scene regardless, so it’ll be a few days before I can get anything to you.
The two of you have opened possibilities I never dared to dream of.
I’m just so excited! Any more questions for me? ”
Lucy and I look at each other and shake our heads, and I notice how tired her eyes look.
“If we think of any, we’ll let you know,” I say, standing and pulling Lucy to her feet. We’re on our way out when Blanche calls out from her desk.
“One last thing, dears! Please confirm your safe word and text it to me! I know today it was red, which is fine, but just make sure it’s unique enough to work for you. Our family safe word is ‘crimson,’ if you need inspiration!”
We make our way into the cottage the same way we have for the past several nights, hand in hand. But this time, I don’t let her shower alone. Without saying a word, I gently lift her bridal style and walk her into the bathroom.
Setting her down on the counter, I start the water for a bath. I wait until the temperature is right, then turn back to her. “Hey, Sunshine, talk to me…How are you feeling?”
“Honestly? I don’t know…” she says, staring off to the side of my head.
I take her face in my hands and pull her attention to me. “Look at me, Lucy. Are you okay?”
She smiles softly, and I can see the vulnerability in her eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
I place a chaste kiss on her soft lips, then slowly unfasten her robe, freezing when she starts shaking. “Shhh, I’m not going to do anything,” I say, holding her still until her breathing regulates. “That’s it. Breathe for me, baby, just like that. Good girl.”
It doesn’t take long before she’s back, and I’m able to finish taking off her robe.
I can’t help but trail soft kisses along her shoulder before removing my own.
I gently pick her up and set her into the tub, then climb in behind her, pulling her back flush to my chest. Her bare skin feels so good against mine.
I’m no stranger to aftercare, but holding her like this feels…different. It’s so much more than anything I’ve shared before. In the past, it was just about safely coming back down from the scene, but this is a true connection.
I would normally bathe her after something like that, but she’s already showered and washed her hair. Instead, I just hold her against me, rubbing soft circles on her waist where my hands rest. “Thank you,” I whisper, giving her a little squeeze. “Your trust in me today means more than you know.”
She lays her head back on my shoulder and turns to look at me. “I do trust you, Sasha.”
Fuck, she makes it sound so easy to put your trust in someone. Something I’ve never mastered. Other than my dad and sister, I can’t say there’s anyone I trust. Not implicitly.
She’s smiling so sweetly at me, and I could almost forget about my family’s background as I look into her eyes.
I could lose myself in this moment forever.
Slowly bridging the gap between us, I gently kiss her lips.
It takes so much within me to eventually break from her, but I know if I don’t, I’ll want more than she can give right now.
Pulling away, I kiss her temple, then rest my head on hers. “Just relax.”
It doesn’t take long until she’s sound asleep. I wait until the water cools, then carefully maneuver us to bed, drying us both before joining her cuddled under the sheets. I don’t even bother going back to drain the tub. I can’t leave her. I need this connection just as badly as she does.
Our bodies melt together as I pull her into me. With one last kiss to her head, I nuzzle into her neck and drift off into the night with a sense of peace I’ve only ever found in her arms.