Chapter 15
Chapter fifteen
For the second day in a row, I wake without Sunshine in my arms. Although we’ve continued our non-filming day routines, she’s been closed off.
When I ask if she’s okay, she smiles and says she is, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
She told me she doesn’t get periods with her implant, so that can’t be it.
It’s not the anniversary of her mom’s passing, and we haven’t had any disagreements I can think of.
Whatever it is, she said she felt up to filming today, so hopefully, she can turn it on for the cameras.
And by turn it on, I mean physically respond to me fucking her.
Since today is our first planned sex scene with Blanche.
I have no idea how this is going to go, so as we leave together for the main house, I lace our fingers together and squeeze.
She squeezes back, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
Hopefully, we can get through this. The script was…
relatively vanilla for Blanche’s tastes, which is probably a good way to start the “scripted sex on camera” adventure we’re about to embark on.
Lucy blushed when she read it and said she trusted me to handle the improvisational components.
The swell of pride I feel every time she tells me she trusts me is heady, something I want to continue chasing for the rest of my life.
I ignore that feeling every time it pops up, though. It does neither of us any good.
Walking into the filming area on our way to hair and makeup, I see it’s set up as a fairly standard playroom, with a St. Andrew’s cross, breeding bench, padded table with attached restraints, and a cabinet I’m sure is filled with various implements.
Blanche has taken inspiration from Rendezvous, it seems, and the luxurious materials she used give this room an air of debauched refinement.
Today’s scene draws inspiration from one of Blanche’s early “lessons” in BDSM from Henry Jr., so even before the sex, we’ll be filming some milder elements like sensory deprivation, restraints, and following basic commands.
Nothing like the baptism by fire that Sunshine got on the trails.
This will be a different kind of challenge.
I’m curious how involved Blanche will be with the mechanics of the scene.
After hair and makeup, Lucy heads out first to get into position.
I wince at the thought of the first part of the scene, but Blanche felt strongly that it was included.
Sunshine didn’t seem too turned off by it, but reading something and experiencing it are two different things.
Hopefully, we continue to find out she shares kinks with Blanche, or things are going to get awkward fast. As if they aren’t already.
Walking into the playroom, I find Lucy exactly where she’s supposed to be.
She’s kneeling on the floor, knees on the hardwood, naked except for the slip of the modesty thong covering barely anything.
Her hair is in one long french braid down her back, and she’s blindfolded.
Slipping easily into my persona of Henry Jr., I begin.
An hour and a half later, she’s begging for relief from where she’s bent over my lap, having just received ten hard spanks with my belt.
I’ve “trained” her to assume a few common submissive positions and teased her with hot wax, leaving her needy and panting.
I’d bet my life savings that wasn’t acting when she broke her “silent” command and whined a “please” a few minutes ago.
Now that she’s received her spanks, it’s time to move things along.
“Cut!” Blanche shouts, and I accept a soft blanket and water bottle for Sunshine, pulling her to straddle me when she tries to stand. I wrap us both as the crew files out, giving her small sips as Blanche hurries people along.
“How are you?” I whisper, although she seems okay.
“Honestly, I feel like if you don’t fuck me, I might die,” she says, and I can’t help but let out a barking laugh. This woman continues to surprise me.
“I think you’re lucky on that front, Sunshine. I don’t think you’ll have to wait long. Any last requests?”
She blushes, almost as red as her ass is after my ministrations. “No, anything on the list Blanche sent is fair game.”
I see a thumbs-up from the remaining camera operator, and Blanche settles back into her director’s chair, having pulled it much closer to where I sit with Lucy. Closer than I expected, but that’s fine. It makes sense that she would want to be able to hear and see better.
“In that case,” I say, dropping the blanket and pulling off each of our modesty garments, “I think it’s time I gave you what you wanted.”
With the green light to touch her like I’ve wanted to all day, I spin her around so that her back is to my chest, legs spread wide so the camera can see exactly how wet I’ve made her.
The dark spot on her thong was at its most evident after I beat the hell out of her with the belt earlier, and we are definitely playing with that more later.
I greedily touch every inch of her skin that I can reach, pinching, squeezing, and caressing.
I tease her before finally capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, determined to make her oblivious to anything except me and the pleasure I offer.
Moving a hand to her center, I feel her tremble head to toe from my light touch.
“Oh, what a good girl you are, sweetheart. I didn’t even touch you, and you’ve made a mess.
” I speak into her temple and press a chaste kiss there, enjoying the mindless way she’s grinding on my lap, searching for release.
Spreading as much of her wetness as possible on her lips to ease my way in, I waste no more time before lifting her from my lap and slowly sitting her down on my cock.
She feels exquisite, better than I remember. She whines, and I throw my head back to look at the ceiling, thinking of moldy cucumbers and trying not to come. Fuck me, I’m about to come so deep in this girl that her implant doesn’t stand a ch—
“Cut!”
My head snaps up in sync with Lucy’s as we both stare at Blanche where she’s made her way toward us.
“Wonderful, my dears. I do want to suggest, Sasha, that you hook her legs over your elbows. Really give us a good view of that stretch.”
It takes a long moment for my brain to catch up with what’s happening. The camera is rolling, we’re filming, and unlike the primal play in the woods, Blanche is…directing. Before I can question myself, I follow her instructions, hooking Sunshine’s legs and spreading her even wider.
“Are you okay?” I ask quietly, and she nods from where her head has lolled back onto my shoulder before mumbling her response.
“M’okay. Just really wanna come.”
I nip at her ear before slowly starting to thrust up, giving her a couple of deep strokes just to—
“Ah, ah, ah! No thrusting, Sasha. I want you to stay just like that for the time being. Lucy, darling, it’s time for you to put in some work and drive him crazy! Play with yourself and see if you can’t edge him a little bit! Action!”
What the hell. I can’t just sit here, not when Lucy’s hot, tight cunt is gripping me like this.
I like to edge, not be edged, and I’m about to say to hell with all of this when I feel her fingers touching me where we’re connected.
I grit my teeth and tense every muscle in my body as I fight the urge to rut up into her and let myself go.
As she uses the wetness she gathered to circle her clit, I feel her starting to flutter around me, and I’m done for.
My groan echoes as I bite into her shoulder, punishing her for pulling this out of me before I was ready.
After never feeling the sensation of coming inside a woman, I’m addicted to it now.
But only with her. The thought of burrowing myself so deeply that even after she bathes, a molecule of me might still be tucked away somewhere where she can’t reach… fuck me.
“Well. At least we’ll have a good money shot. Although I hope you’re ready again soon, mister, because that is not all that was scripted for you today, and you know it!”
I’m too blissed out to even be offended that Blanche is talking to me like I’m some sort of racehorse she’s put out to stud.
I pull Sunshine in for another kiss as I slowly lift her off me, wishing I could see the way I’m sure she’s still spread wide from my girth.
When she’s free of me and my cum drips down onto my half-hard cock, we both moan, and our kiss slows into a more sensual dance.
“Alright, you two. That was a pretty picture, and I’m sure you had fun, but we are treading outside of Henry and Blanche territory! Keep your heads in the game! Next!”
Fuck. Blanche having to tell me that I’m acting too goddamn lovey-dovey with Sunshine is a great reminder to get my shit together. Playing fucking house and getting lost in her orbit isn’t what I intended to do with myself in this town.
Reaching for my inner toxicity for my role, I push myself to the back of my mind. I fist Lucy’s hair and tug.
“On your knees, whore. It’s time to see how you like the taste of us.”
Her eyes dilate as she realizes what’s happening, and she moves to her knees, opening her mouth wide. I’m already hard again by the time I stand to tower over her, pushing her head back with my palm on her forehead.
“What a pretty receptacle you are,” I say softly, leaning down and spitting in her mouth. “Swallow and say thank you.”
“Thank you,” she replies sweetly. Such a quick study.
“That’s a good girl. Now clean me. Every drop. Eyes on me.”
She’s diligent, using her talented tongue to lap up every bit of our combined juices that coat me. I’m almost ready to tackle her and eat her cunt until she screams when we’re interrupted again.
“Cut!”
I can’t do this. I’m not cut out for having someone else control how I fuck.
“Stand and carry. Roughly. And you better make her come first, Sasha.”
Jesus. Blanche is no longer fucking around.
I’m too excited to be back inside Lucy’s sweet pussy to care, even though I know I need to taste her sooner rather than later.
I pick her up off the floor and hook her legs around my arms again, rubbing my head against her clit a few times before pulling back to press inside.
She’s so damn tight, though, even when she’s wet, that I can’t quite get in.
Fuck this. I’m about to lay her down on the floor and go to town when…
“Here you are, dear, it happens to the best of us when this much girth is involved!”
The head of my cock is guided inside Sunshine by Blanche’s warm, soft hand, helping to part her lips and allow me to slowly slide all the way home. Lucy doesn’t even notice, and I roll with it, taking the opportunity I’ve been given and setting a brutal pace.
“Don’t fuck her like that, good Lord! Give her a swivel and grind when you’re deep!”
I take Blanche’s direction, and before long, Sunshine screams her release, dragging me with her.
I squeeze her to my chest, and she wraps her legs around my waist, clearly just as emotionally and physically spent as I am.
Before we can retreat to the cottage and recover, Blanche reminds me of the ending of the scene in the script.
“Eat it,” she says evenly.
I pull my face out of Lucy’s neck to look at her, sitting properly in her director’s chair and nibbling on a tea sandwich.
“Eat it, and be glad it’s just yours. Plenty of times that Henry did this, there were ten men before him.”
Ignoring the way my dick twitches at that thought, I lay Lucy down and spread her.
Seeing my essence all over her messy pussy makes me ravenous, and as much as I want to shove it all back inside, I also want to lick it all out.
Spreading her open, I immediately head for her clit, making her vibrate with a series of teasing licks.
“Don’t make her come, Sasha. You’re both done for the day. She needs to be feral for you before you come back for your next scene. Much more so than today. Just clean her up.”
A frustrated scream tears from Lucy’s throat, and I almost tell her I’ll take care of her at home before I remind myself we don’t do that, and the cottage is not home.
I diligently do as I’m told, dramatically licking every drop of cum from her, ignoring the disappointment I feel that she’s no longer messy with me.
I’m pleased knowing that my tongue isn’t deep enough to get every drop out, though, and I hate it.
Finally, Blanche yells “Cut!” for the final time, and Sunshine and I head back to the cottage.
We’ve been promised a debrief to discuss the positives and negatives from today and make the next scene better for everyone involved, and all we have left is to go back and shower off.
While we’re rinsing off, holding each other and trying to think of what to say after…
whatever that was, Lucy’s shoulders start shaking.
Assuming she’s crying, I pull away from her to see her face.
“Sunshine? Are you okay?”
As soon as I ask, the shaking intensifies before she bursts into laughter.
“It’s just…so funny. That has to be like the weirdest thing anyone’s ever done, right? Did she touch your dick at one point?”
I bark out a laugh of my own at that. “Yeah, she touched my dick. I had already halfway forgotten about that, though, so thanks.”
She finally stops laughing and tilts her head back to rinse her hair, looking like a siren under a waterfall, waiting for her next prey. It’s me. It’s for sure me, and I’m coming without a fight, too.
“Sasha?”
“Yes, Sunshine?”
She finishes her rinse and gives me the poutiest eyes I’ve ever seen. Whatever she’s about to ask for, she can have it.
“I’m hungry.”
I’m not sure I feel relief or disappointment at her simple statement, but it’s something I know I can fix, at least.
“Thin crust with cheese only, side of ranch, then curly fries from the place down the road? I’ll wait and get them on the way back so they’re hot.”
I swear her eyes turn to hearts before she crushes me in a hug.
“You’re my hero.”
I kiss her forehead and leave her in the shower before heading out for her dinner.
The drive brings clarity that I always seem to lack around her.
Or is it that I’m perfectly myself around her, and foggy when I’m not?
Either way, one thing’s for certain—if she wants a hero, I’m not the guy for her.
I’m not sure who’ll be more crushed when she finds out the truth about my background.
Her, feeling like she doesn’t know me at all, or me.
Watching her walk away after I hoped it wouldn’t matter.