33. Chapter 33
33
Sophie
The light from the space in the curtains is blinding and I blink as my eyes adjust. Miles must have opened them a little when he got up. The spot beside me is cold and I check the clock to see how late it is. It’s not. It’s just a few minutes after seven, but I hear the water running in the bathroom.
Sliding out from beneath the sheets, I stand and stretch with a yawn that turns into a satisfied groan. The carpet beneath my feet is anything but soft as I take the necessary steps to reach the bathroom. I open the door a crack but stop when I see that Miles isn’t in the shower. He’s in the tub, filling it up and leaning back in the hot water as steam rises. His eyes are closed while his head rests on a rolled up towel. His far knee is bent, sticking out of the water, the other leg straight out in front of him. The position gives me the perfect view as he absently strokes his cock. He must’ve just begun because it’s still soft, but he’s lazy with his movements. His breathing is even and I hate to interrupt him.
When I start to back out and close the door, he speaks up.
“You could stay.” He smirks and I pause. “Enjoy the show.”
“Enjoy your bath.” I try again to leave, but my feet won’t move.
“I’d enjoy it more if you came and joined me.” Before I can protest, he adds, “The first panel isn’t until ten.”
“Even after last night, you want me to join you?” I open the door wider and lean against the frame .
Miles opens his eyes and turns his head slightly to look at me.
“ Especially after last night.” He hasn’t stopped stroking himself and I notice he’s gotten harder. “I want to show you how,” Miles bites his lip as his eyes roam my body, “ supportive I can be.”
I hum deep in my throat and take a step forward. The cold tile sends a shiver up my leg. With the second footstep, the chill works higher up my body, even affecting my nipples, hardening them. I keep walking until I can bend over and lean one hand on the side of the tub. The other reaches out to shut off the water which is now two-thirds of the way up his torso.
“You want to show me your support?” My voice is velvety soft and low and I reach out to run my fingers through his hair. Miles leans into it, his lips parting. His brown eyes are full of the same need I can already feel growing in my lower belly. I drop my hand to grip his chin–not hard, but enough to get his attention. “Use your words.”
“Yes.” His voice is hoarse and my smile grows. “Please, let me show you.” His eyelids droop when my fingers twitch on his jaw. I lean down further until my breath hits his ear.
“Is that what you want?”
“Fuck, Sophie, get in this damn bath,” he growls.
I giggle when he grabs me and squeal when he pulls me down into the water.
“Miles! My clothes-”
He shuts me up with his mouth on mine. The cold edge of the tub presses against my calves while he holds my upper body to keep me from sliding down into the water. His tongue plunders my mouth, taking control, but I’m determined to take it right back.
I simultaneously try to keep my lips on his while pulling my legs into the water. Miles does his best to help, but our mouths eventually part and I giggle, trying to dislodge myself. I straddle him, still wearing my shorts and t-shirt. Both are soaked and I know my hardened nipples are pulling focus in spite of the hot water surrounding me. Miles doesn’t seem to be able to see anything else until I rock gently, rubbing my covered pussy over his erection.
“Eyes up here, pretty boy.”
“Pretty boy?” Miles raises an eyebrow and he’s so devastatingly beautiful, I have to look away, instead following the tattoos on his skin with my eyes.
“Still ready to show your support?”
Miles smirks and hums a confirmation .
I stand, slowly so as not to splash too much. Water cascades down my body, the weight pulling on my shorts and making my shirt hug every curve. I take a step back to give Miles the space to see what comes next.
Taking the bottom hem of my shirt in my hands, I lift it as slowly as possible, inching up my stomach. He can’t keep his eyes on me as the undersides of my breasts are exposed.
“I’m going to need you to speed up.” His voice is low and husky and I feel the corner of my mouth pulling upward into a knowing smile.
“Who said you’re calling the shots?”
I pull the shirt all the way off and toss it to the bathroom floor. It lands with a loud, wet splat.
“You want to be in charge?” Miles asks. “Want me to be your good boy?” His throat works hard to swallow before he takes a deep breath. “Tell me what to do. Tell me how to please you,” he begs.
His words send a throbbing need straight to my cunt and I have to fight the urge to squeeze my thighs together.
“What are you waiting for? You can’t support me while I’m wearing this.”
A small laugh escapes Miles’ nose, but he twists until he’s on his knees. Slowly, his hands rise up the sides of my legs, sending tingles throughout my entire body and ending in my lower belly. Goosebumps follow his touch as he breaches the surface of the water. When his hands brush the bottom hem of my shorts where they stick to my thighs, his gaze flicks to mine.
“Pull them off.”
He swallows, his jaw clenching, and he grips the shorts between his fingers. I swat his hand away lightly.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I chide, tapping my bottom lip. “With your mouth.”
“Sophie,” Miles groans, reaching for me again. This time I slap his hand away harder.
“I said use your mouth.”
His jaw works like he wants to fight me as they stick to my skin, but the desire to submit wins out. Miles drops his eyes to the bottom of my shorts and leans forward. His tongue makes contact with my thigh first, licking up until it slips beneath the fabric. The move allows him to take it between his teeth.
He pulls slowly, the wet shorts fighting him. He reaches for the other side to help and I swat his hand away again, earning a grunt of frustration. The shorts budge, slipping an inch at a time down my legs until they’re too lopsided to keep moving .
Miles lets go of the lower side and raises his head to repeat the process on the other. I watch with a grin. As I’m slowly revealed to him, Miles moans and when the shorts hit the water, I allow him to use his hands again. He leans forward to press his lips to my thighs. My fingers slide into his hair, but I keep my grip gentle to allow him to continue to move.
With the shorts below the water, I step out of them. Miles’ hands are on my thighs in the next moment, but I’m unsure of what to do. What to order him to do. I rarely take control except on camera and that’s planned out in advance.
“Sit on the side of the tub,” Miles says softly, offering a suggestion rather than giving a command. “Legs up on the shelves, there.”
He indicates indentations in the corners of the tub. I back up another step and sit on the edge, the cold surface sending yet another shiver through me. Once my feet are in place, Miles smiles, waiting.
My confidence is back.
“Crawl to me, pretty boy.”
“I don’t care what you call me, honey. As long as you let me taste that incredible cunt.”
Miles leans forward, approaching me on his hands and knees with his gaze trained on his target. I’m already dripping for him. He stops just short of placing his mouth on me, waiting for explicit instructions.
I run a hand through his curls and grip hard, angling his head up.
“Eat this pussy like it’s your last meal,” I order. “I want to come all over your face and scream your name doing it. Think you can make that happen?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He winks before, quite literally, diving forward to devour me.
“Fuck!” I scream when Miles shoves his tongue as deep as possible.
He licks and laps and sucks and tastes every part of me, the sensations overwhelming. The man likes his worship. Closing his mouth over my clit, he swirls his tongue around it, causing me to twitch as an orgasm hovers just out of reach.
“Use your fingers,” I breathe.
It doesn’t really sound like an order, but he obeys, using three fingers immediately and forcing another curse from my lips. I let go of his hair to support myself as I throw my head back against the wall, moaning with abandon. The waves of pleasure are closing in, about to drown me. Miles growls into my pussy and the vibrations send me over the cliff with a hoarse cry .
He doesn’t stop, continuing to attack with mouth and fingers while my brain absolutely melts inside my head. Even when I begin to come down, he continues until I grab his hair again and pull him off.
“Stop,” I pant. “Stop.”
He opens his mouth and breathes out a laugh before licking his bottom lip. We both continue to gulp down air and I mirror his laughter. He grips my ankles gently and stares up at me.
“How was I?”
“You were a very,” I meet his gaze, “ very good boy.”
“What can I do for you now?”
“You don’t think that’s enough?”
“I want to break our record.” He shakes his head. “And then break it again.” He kisses one knee and then the other. “And again. And again.”
“Oh boy, you’re gonna be trouble this morning, aren’t you?”
“Only if you’ll let me.”
“How can I say no to that?” I grip his chin and pull him up to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and moaning in approval.
“Please,” he whispers against me. “I need you to sit on my face.”
I pull back in surprise. The other night, with Brody, I was essentially hovering. My weight fell on my knees on either side of his head, not on his nose and mouth.
“Are you s-?”
He cuts me off with a finger against my lips.
“Don’t you ever ask me that again,” he growls. “If I ask you to sit on my face, I want you to sit on my fucking face.”
“Then I suppose we should move to the bed,” I whisper against his finger.
Miles helps me out of the tub, drying me with a towel. While the water still clings to his body, he focuses on wiping every drop from mine. When he’s finished focusing on me, he wipes his arms and chest quickly, impatiently.
“You’re in charge,” he reminds me when I don’t lead the way to the bedroom.
This is one of the few times I wish I was skinnier, imagining how it would feel if he could pick me up and just carry me to the damn bed the way the men in romance books do with skinnier heroines. Miles must see my hesitation because he growls out a question that floods me with relief and excitement.
“Do I just need to throw you over my shoulder and take you to the bed? ”
“How much can you lift?”
“How much do you weigh?”
“That’s not very polite to ask,” I shoot back.
“I think polite went out the window three shoots ago.”
He studies my face a moment more before grunting and bending over to wrap his arms around my legs. He swings me up and over his shoulder, earning a squeak from me.
“Miles!”
“You didn’t give me an order and we don’t have all day.” He stomps out of the bathroom and over to the bed, throwing me–literally throwing me–down onto the mattress. “You ready to smother me?”
“Get down here.” My confidence is back, fueled by the fact that he threw me over his fucking shoulder .
“Anything you say.”
It takes me another hour to make it back to my own hotel room. When I leave Miles’ room to get ready, my legs can barely hold me. It’s going to be a long day.
Miles and I join the throng waiting outside the hall for the rigging demonstration. Hearing our porn names called, we look back to see Talia heading toward us, wearing a short black skirt and cropped, white tank top. Her Converse are far more practical than the heels she wore yesterday and her hair is pulled back in a ponytail.
“Hey!” she shouts over the din of the crowd as she joins us. “I’m so excited for this demo.” She’s practically bouncing on her toes.
“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to get into this kind of thing for a while,” I lie.
I’ve had to force myself just to look at trailers for content involving this fetish, but it’s common in the kink community and is becoming popular in porn too. Just the idea of being unable to bend or straighten my arms or legs has my chest feeling tight again. Maybe this demo will help during the rare domination scene when I’m the one giving the orders.
Like this morning, with Miles.
Hiding my grin as the doors open, I take Talia’s offered hand and grab Miles’ behind me to keep us together. We snake through the crowd to find seats in the fifth row. It’s close enough to the action to see details, but far enough that we won’t have to crane our necks for a better view of the stage.
The lights dim and screens on either side of the hall light up with live images of the stage. An announcer’s voice comes over the speakers.
“Guys, gals, and non-binary pals, please welcome to the stage Scotty Robertson!”
A man who looks to be in his fifties takes the steps up to the stage from the far side of the hall. His head is either shaved or bald, shining in the spotlight. His light gray beard is full, hiding his lips though I can tell from here that he’s smiling. He waves as the audience applauds, a mic attached to his ear.
“Thank you!” he shouts with another wave. “Thank you! So,” he waits for the applause to die down before he continues. “Some of you know me, but I’m guessing most don’t. I’ve been outta the game for a bit, but I’ve been in this industry for half my life.”
Scotty continues to give us his abbreviated resume before calling forth his assistant. A beautiful woman steps up to the stage, looking a few years younger than Scotty. She’s clad in a black, lace bodysuit that hugs her thin frame perfectly. Her black hair is swept back into a bun and she walks toward Scotty on bare feet.
“Before we show you anything, I want to go over the most important thing in any BDSM scene. Safety.”
Scotty, aided by his assistant, Georgie, continues to explain the ins and outs of where not to tighten ropes that would cut off the important circulation. He gives alternatives, pointing out the right spots on Georgie’s body for all to see. When he’s satisfied that he’s given us a solid foundation, the real fun begins.
I watch, entranced as Scotty and Georgie point out parts of the frame they’re going to use for the demonstration. There are different colors of rope to allow the audience to see where specific lengths get connected and knotted.
First, Georgie is seated in a chair beneath the rig so that Scotty can make sure she’s bound in the right places before hoisting her up. He explains knot after knot as his hands deftly ensnare his assistant. Georgie breathes calmly throughout this whole process. Her ability to essentially zone out almost makes me want to try.
Almost .
By the end of the demonstration, Georgie is hanging sideways with one leg straight out, the other bent with her knee angled down. One arm is tied to her side and the other is bent so that, while her upper arm is at her side, her forearm crosses her chest with her hand pointing toward her shoulder. Her head is supported to take the weight off of her neck and she’s grinning as if she could stay there forever.
After another round of applause, the crowd begins to leave the hall while Scotty lowers Georgie to the ground so he can safely untie her.
“That was incredible,” says Miles as we break through the doors. Talia nods in agreement.
“I’ve been tied a few times for scenes, but never by a partner just for shits and giggles,” she says. “I haven’t found someone whose hands are good enough.” She winks at Miles and he grins, running his hand across my lower back at the same time, reminding me that he’s mine and Talia is just a colleague. “What about you?” Talia asks me.
“Oh, I don’t know if being tied up is for me,” I admit. “Maybe as the rigger.” I glance at Miles. “Think Brody would be on board?”
“He might not be, but I sure as hell would.”
“Who’s Brody?” asks Talia as we head toward the large open area where the marketplace is.
“My roommate,” says Miles. “We, er,” he glances at me. “I guess we’re both kind of dating Honey.” His ability to easily call me by my porn name in public and my real name in private is impressive.
“Shit, girl,” Talia giggles. “Good luck. This idiot’s a handful on his own. I can only imagine what someone who lives with him is like.” I laugh at that.
“It’s pretty new. But I think we’re having fun.” I flash Miles a grin.
“Oh, we absolutely are.”
“You and I are going to have to get together,” Talia says to me. “I’m going to need to know how you juggle two men.”
“Lots of lube.”
Miles has a scene in the afternoon so I find myself in another burlesque performance alone this time. This one is aimed at the nerds with themes from all the big franchises–Star Wars, Game of Thrones, and a variety of others. It’s ridiculous and fun while still being stupid hot. As a straight woman, I can still appreciate another woman’s body .
When I leave the hall, there’s a text on my phone from Miles saying he’ll meet Talia and me in the hotel lobby to catch a ride together to the restaurant. Talia is already there waiting for me, just inside the front doors. It’s way too hot and humid to wait outside until the last minute.
“How was the camera equipment demo?” I ask, knowing Talia has been looking to upgrade her production quality. She talked about it for five minutes straight before we parted ways earlier.
“It was actually really interesting.”
Talia babbles on about which camera she likes the most as well as the couple she thinks are in her budget and can get her through the next year or two.
When Miles approaches, she grins but continues speaking for another minute.
“Now that I’ve been thoroughly bored to death, can we order an Uber?” Miles laughs, pulling out his phone.
“Only if you don’t want to hear about tripods,” I tease.
“Do you want to?” asks Talia.
“No!” Miles and I practically shout in unison.
“Party poopers.” She crosses her arms over her chest, though she doesn’t seem too upset.
The steakhouse isn’t an overly nice restaurant, but it’s far enough from the airport and convention crowd that, even on a Saturday, there isn’t a long wait. Soon we’re scooting into a booth–Miles and I on one side, Talia on the other.
“So,” Talia opens her menu and pretends to look through it while talking, “dating, huh?”
Miles and I share a look before he responds.
“Yep.”
“Kinda hard in this industry. How do you guys do it?”
“To be fair, like we said, it’s pretty new,” I reply.
“God, I fucking hate being single,” Talia moans. “But dating is just so hard as a bisexual woman. Men suck, no offense Lance, and women are so intimidating.”
“Good to know I’m not alone,” I laugh. “Any time I film with a woman, I’m worried I’m gonna fuck something up and accidentally bite her clit.” That sends Talia into hysterics and even Miles laughs quietly next to me.
“I can’t say I’m worried about that . Some people like it,” Talia giggles. “Same boat, though.” She continues laughing, more to herself now, “The last girl I dated was a normie at the beginning. Didn’t even have any nudes on her phone. A month in, I had somehow managed to turn her into an internet whore like me.”
“Think Brody would join us on camera?” I nudge Miles’ arm as the server approaches.
“I don’t think you could pay him enough.”
We order a bottle of wine to share and the server disappears.
“Oh, before I forget!” Talia shouts, making me jump. “I’m putting together a Christmas-themed, all-girl thing in December back in LA. Vetting everyone beforehand, but would you be interested?”
“Um, sure. I’ve mostly done one-on-one scenes, just a few threesomes.”
“That’s ok. If you just want to be there to experience the vibes, that’s fine too. Join when you want. We haven’t plotted out the scene or anything,” Talia goes on. “But I’m trying to get a variety of women.”
“Then, yeah, I guess it couldn’t hurt to at least attend.”
“Awesome!” Talia claps quickly, a wide grin on her face. “When we connect for details, remind me to ask whether you’re a top or bottom. No use telling me now,” she adds when I open my mouth. “I won’t remember by tomorrow, let alone December.” Talia jumps, startling both of us. “We need a picture of us!”
She calls over a passing server and asks him to take our photo with her phone. We lean in and smile, holding up our wine glasses, while he snaps a few and then hands Talia’s phone back to her.
“This is a good one!” She holds the phone up for us to see. I hadn’t realized Miles’ hand was on my shoulder while we leaned in. “I’ll send it to you both, but I’m gonna tease my fans that I’ve got a hot date.” She winks.
We chat about various projects we have planned. After several minutes, I ask Talia a question that’s been in the back of my mind all day.
“Do you have a plan for after all this?” I wave my hand around as if to indicate the industry.
“After porn?” she asks. “I guess I hadn’t really thought about it. I really like what I do.”
“So do I,” I assure her. “I’m just curious. Looks fade and not all women are lucky enough to break into the MILF category, you know?”
“I’ve only been doing this a couple years. I’ve been making good money and I’m investing some to give me some additional passive income.”
“That’s smart,” I reply. “Might need to give me the number for your financial advisor. ”
“She’s good.” Talia nods. “Beyond that, I guess I just want to be able to retire comfortably, you know? Maybe with my person, if I find them.” She grins, her eyes unfocused for a moment before shaking her head and looking at me once more. “What about you?”
I blush, feeling a bit foolish for my ambition, but give my reply anyway.
“I, er, want to start a production company.”
“Really?” Talia perks up.
“Yeah, I mean I don’t have a business plan or anything. I’m still getting my feet wet and networking and all that.”
“Oh, hush.” Talia waves her hand at me. “That’s so cool to want to start your own thing. I always trust women-run companies way more than the ones run by men. No offense.” She shoots a look at Miles who chuckles.
“None taken.” He holds up his hands. “I get it.”
“Well when you start it, hit me up. I’ll be in your first video.”
I smile at her, thankful for the support, even if it’s just because of my proximity to Miles.
“Deal.”