I watch as he picks up a remote. As he clicks the button, beeps surround him, and I glance at the camera's setup. The lenses are in hidden spots.
Almost perfectly, it helps to make this feel less like p**n. I'm still staring at his body. He's like a cocktail.
Good and Evil. Saint and Sinner. The God and The Devil. All aspects perfectly combined into one delicious man, god damn Alexis! I shake my head and force the thoughts away.
I don't usually obsess over guys, not like this anyway. He grips the straps of my leather outfit and pulls me to him; I'm forced onto my toes as my chest presses against his.
My breathing instantly kicks up, and he smirks. Not wanting to shy away, I force my face to lift, my chin jutting out in a defiant stance.
"Oh, bratty, I like that," he smirks, and his mouth teases my neck. I bite back the moan, something that I rarely have happen. Usually, I have to fake them, but no, that one was genuine and took everything to hold in.
His force shocks me but has me wanting to submit to him. I was expecting him to start slow and soft, but the way he gripped my outfit and held me against him screamed he was anything but slow and soft.
"So perfect..." His words are growled, and he bites against my neck. It's only gentle, so my body pushes closer to him, and he bites harder. A small scream escapes my mouth, followed by a moan.
"Perfect, or you will be soon when you're marked enough," his words have me panting. I want his marks, call me a whore, but I want them, and I am glad I am doing this, even if it is prostitution right now.
His hand wraps around my neck, and I raise my head more to give him better access. His eyes spark with intensity as I lick along my lower lip. I bite against it gently, and he leans forward. His teeth grip my lip and pull it free.
"Only I get to bite you. Keep those teeth off that lip," he growls.
"Yes, Sir," my words are moaned. His mouth claims mine, and my body explodes god that taste, what is it? I don't even know, but I crave it. I force my tongue to move inside of his mouth as he moves against mine.
Whimpering, I stroke along the bridge of his mouth. His teeth bite against my tongue. I don't try to pull away like most would, instead, I moan, and push closer to him.
I'm barely able to breathe; he's taken my entire breath away in a way I didn't expect. His hand tangles into my hair, and he pulls my head back. His other hand removes from my neck and wraps around my waist, holding me against him.
He bites against my lip. I yelp at the shock and feel him suck against where he had bitten. His mouth moves away from mine, and keeping his hand tangled into my hair, his other hand pushes my chin down to force my mouth to open.
I whimper against his body, he learns closer and smiles. I watch as he spits into my mouth, and my body shakes. "Dirty girl," I nod and whimper in agreement.
I taste blood on my tongue and realise that is what he has done. He bit my lip to suck the blood from it. My hair is standing up, and I feel like my body is covered in goosebumps. He groans into my mouth and kisses me harder. I'm unsure what the taste is inside his mouth, but it's intoxicating and makes me crave him far more than before.
He moves quickly, and I find myself spun around. His arm wraps around my body before his hand grips my neck. He pulls me against him, and my back slams against his chest. I can feel his cock against my back as his mouth bites along my ear and down my neck.
Moving, I push my hips back, grinding against him, and he groans. His tongue darts across my neck before he bites down hard; I moan to fight off the scream that threatens to escape. Each time he touches me, he seems to fall deeper and hold me tighter.
I'm barely breathing; somehow, he has my body reacting in ways it hasn't in years. My entire body and soul are screaming out for more from him, begging for him to continue touching me.
His grip around my neck tightens, and I feel his hand stroke down my side.
"Fuck, I do love leather," his teeth bite my ear.
"Not as much as I love the feel of it across my ass, sir," I taunt, and he groans.
"We will soon see just how much you like it, dirty girl." His words stop, and his hand push into my skirt; my body explodes, and I moan. He chuckles against my ear like he knows.
"So wet already. Maybe you're the one after all," he says as his fingers run along my sex over the leather underwear. He groans into my ear and pulls me closer to him.
His other hand moves from my neck and tangles into my hair. His hand yanks hard, pulling my head back, and bites against my neck. "I'm going to fucking use you, dirty girl, and you will beg for more." I try to nod in agreement, but his grip on my hair keeps me hostage.
The knock has him groaning. His mouth continues to tease him more, and the knock happens again, and the woman walks in.
"Sir, you're required right away. There is an incident that requires your attention," she speaks and glares at me, but I can't give myself the time to care right now.
I was enjoying this so damn much. I'm still panting against his body.
Mr Pierce glares at her.“Figure shit out yourselves,” he snaps.“We can’t, Sir; you’re needed. Mr Askley is here. He said he got a message saying you needed him here right away.” Her words are quick, and he groans.He steps away from me and I instantly wish he hadn't now that his body isn't touching mine. I feel cold all of a sudden."Find out who fucked up! Do I look like I messaged him asking for him to meet me!" Mr Pierce glares at her."Right away, Sir." She nods."Tell him I will be there in a few moments." He explains and turns to me."Shall I show your...guest out, sir? Then you needn't worry about how long you're taking," she says."She is busy. I will show her out when she is dressed to leave," he argues."No need; I can show myself out," I reply. Walking into the bathroom, I quickly get changed. Stepping out, he is still waiting."I said you don't need to show me out. Please, go to your meeting." I say."We will arrange another time to continue this, so expect my call," he
I watch as he steps closer and smiles at me."Alexis, your manager...erm, Elon, said I would find you here," he looks towards the door, and I laugh."Let me guess, he was fucking someone when you arrived and didn't care to stop?" I smile at him, and he nods."Seen as our night got cancelled early, I came to rearrange it and discuss a few issues, which recently just came too lightly," he says as he pulls the chair out."You're late!" The voice has me whipping my head around. "Move your fucking ass!" Dale screams at me."A lower tone and nicer language might work better," Mr Pierce looks at him."What? Fuck off, asshole, move it, Alexis!" He shouts, and I stand. I am late, I was meant to be filming five minutes ago. I go to walk over and Mr Pierce stops me."She won't be walking any further until you ask her politely," he says while smirking."Consider yourself fired, mate, I'm telling Elon, so get lost," Dale glares at him."You can't fire me; I don't work for you." Mr Pierce grins and
Biting my lip, I look at him; if he's not going to distribute the video, then Elon won't know about it."I'm pretty sure I said you don't bite that lip anymore," he says as his finger pulls my lip free of my teeth."You won't distribute it?" I ask."No. I have someone I know I can trust to edit it. Once he has edited it and given me the copy, he wipes everything. I will keep one single copy on my laptop, protected with a password, and give another copy to you. Two copies, no more," he explains."Okay, then I will agree," I reply."I will collect you, say, at seven tonight?" he asks."You want to do it tonight?" I have no problem with that, but I didn't think he would be in that much of a rush."No, I plan to take you out for food, and we will discuss the payment, where you want the video sent, and such. I will also bring proof that the person I have editing it has signed an NDA, so you can be sure Elon will not know," he explains, and I nod."Seven is fine, thank you," I reply. I'm gl
We walk in, and instantly, the voices stop, and I feel all the eyes on me. Eros is grinning like he doesn't care that he just walked into a fancy restaurant with what looks like a prostitute on his arm.The talking picks up again but is far quieter, and I know I'm now the topic of communication. As we're guided to a table, I keep my head up. Refusing to shy away or hide.A woman gawps at me, and a look of disgust covers her face. I almost say something until her anger turns to her apparent husband, who's staring at my body.Instead, I laugh and continue to walk. Sitting down, Eros smiles."See, not so bad, was it?" He grins at me."No, I think the guys didn't speak about it, or if they did, they no doubt were asking how to hire me," I replied."I like you, you're witty." He grins at me, and my eyes roll. It wasn't a joke; the women clearly were disgusted by me, and the guys are no doubt going to try and ask Eros later how to find me.The waitress brings the menus. I glance through it.
We've eaten and now are talking. He's shown me the NDA his person has signed to confirm they won't discuss the footage he has to edit. It all is legit."How much do you get? Is it a set amount?" He looks at me."I get 40 per cent, that is after the costs of the studio are taken out, the cost of editing, and everything else." It might seem like I should get a lot from the work I do, but when you consider the cost of editing the footage, the workers who shoot it, and everything else, it drops."I just can't see the math adding up, Alexis. If you consider the fifty I was giving him, you were getting ten per cent of it. Now, I'm not sure who he uses, but five thousand is 40 per cent of about 12.5. I'm good with numbers, that means, he's paying out over thirty thousand in editing costs from this video that he didn't need to hire people to film as I had the cameras set up."His head tilts, and he looks at me. Shit. Technically, I should be getting far more than the five thousand Elon offere
I feel more anxious today than I did yesterday or the first time I met Eros. I'm hiding in his bathroom—I say hiding, but he knows where I am, so it's not exactly hiding.Still, I have been in here for over twenty minutes and can't seem to force myself to open the door. I'm freaking the fuck out. Not over what is going to happen, I actually crave it, and him for some bizarre reasons.I'm freaking out over the kiss last night, well, both of them. It went from business to pleasure, and now I'm not entirely comfortable taking money for this. I'll still do it, but I feel like I should give him back the money.Yeah, this feels personal now—too personal—and I hate that it is starting with him paying me. The knock breaks me out of my thoughts."Are you still alive in there?" Eros asks, his voice full of humour. "There is a second door behind the long mirror if you want to run and hide." His words make me smile, as he's clearly laughing and mocking me.Walking to the door, I open it and face
I watch as he moves and picks up the blindfold, my body shaking as he places it over my eyes. Gripping my hands, he ties them above my head, and then there's just the sound of him walking around the room.Each time I hear something move, I question what it is, and if he will use it. I hate not being able to see, but at the same time, I crave it.The hard tap against my clit has me jump and screaming, I prepare myself for it again, only it hits my breast.I feel his breath against my ear as he chuckles. "And that, is why you need a blindfold, it adds to the feeling. You can't anticipate where it will be next." His words end, and I scream, feeling the whip hit."Or what I will use next." I don't care what he uses next as long as he hurries the fuck and does it. My body jumps as the crop hits against my clit again. I barely recover before it hits against my breast then the whip hits against my ass.My body shakes, and I'm glad he's tied my arms above my head. He keeps going, alternating
His body pushes mine, and I feel my arms hook against something metal. The feel of rope wrapping around the top of my arms. Then, more rope is wrapped around the top of my chest above my breasts, then below them, and around my waist."Try to move." I go to move but I can't, I can't push my chest up or anything. It's like I'm stuck in the same position."I can't, sir," I pant, and he kisses my neck."Good." His word is growled, and I shake, feeling the dagger run down my body. He's got it flat against me, so it doesn't even scratch. As it reaches my hip, it turns, and he drags it along my body. I feel the blade scratching against my skin.My body tries to push closer to the blade to get more, but it doesn't move. As it reaches my breast, he drags it along to the other and then down that side of my body. The knife lifts, and I relax slightly before I feel something push inside of me, his hand moves it faster and I cry out.I go to close my legs to stop the pleasure, and he stops me. His