Mr Pierce looks at me and waits.
"Your safeword?" he asks again.
"I stick to the traffic light system. It makes it easier and means there are no excuses for not stopping," I explain.
"You think I would ask for your safeword just to ignore it and carry on?" He tilts his head.
"I don't know you, Mr Pierce, and it wouldn't be the first time someone pretended they forgot my safe word, so traffic lights, even the most vanilla people know red means stop!" I snap.
"Well, those who ignored your safeword shouldn't even have permission to touch you in such a way," his words are low and almost a growl. "I assure you, regardless of your safeword, you say it, I stop," he stares into my eyes.
I nod. "I'll stick with the traffic light system, thanks," I reply.
"Your Limits? I need to know what they are. As I said, I've yet to find someone who can tolerate my sadistic tendencies. I'm hoping the amount you get will mean that you at least fake it like you enjoy it," he says, and I almost laugh.
"Watersports is a big no, along with scat. Knife play is fine as long as it isn't deep enough to cause scars. Same with fireplay, I'm fine with it as long as it doesn't go any further than first-degree burns, so stop before it hits that mark to be safe," I explain, and he stands looking at me amused.
What else are my limits? "Anal fisting is off limits, as well as any vomit play; I'm not sure how anyone can find that a turn-on," I explain.
"Any other things?" He asks and waits.
No, the fact is my limits are very limited. I've done most of it during filming. This will be no different, at least I know, or hope he won't try to do something I have said is my hard limit.
"Those are my only limits, oh and mutilation. I like my clit thank you," I smirk.
"Now, now, Alexis, I would never mutilate a woman. There's a line between sadistic and beast; I won't cross it."
Oh, there's a line? So, mutilation of a female's genitals is a beast move? I almost laugh. Half the stuff he is probably going to do to me some will see as a beast move.
Some will see it as it is, sadistic tendencies of dominant males.
"So, those are your only limits?" he asks again. "You need to speak up now, Alexis, as later it will be too late. Then what will you do?" He leans in and licks along my neck. "Say the safeword to save yourself from your lie?" he asks.
"Those are my limits. This isn't my first rodeo. I've also been in rooms like this before. So if you want to whip me full force, do it. If you want to wrap your hand around my throat-" I say and wrap my hand around my own throat. "And squeeze until I am sure I am going to die, do it. If you want to see marks across my body from your sadism, do it. Who knows, I might actually get off from it," I doubt it, it's rare I get off from anything these days.
His eyes light up with interest and I watch the slow smirk that spreads across his face.
"Now, now, Alexis, let's not tempt the sadist to test your pain limits; it would be a shame for you to scream the safeword," his words growled, and my body shook. "Going forward, you will address me as Sir. During the scene, you will follow my orders as you would any dominant or master. Refusal or acting like a brat will bring about punishments to teach you to stay in line," he says.
My body shakes at his words. How is this affecting me? God, anything else, and I'm like a statue, broken, used, and bored. This, though? My body is already on fire.
"So the script, what is the plan, how will it go?" I ask.
"Script?" He stands smirking. "Oh no, Alexis, there is no script; we're doing this real-time. We're not making a p**n video that shows it's scripted; we go with the flow. Hence I asked for your limits. It means there are no awkward moments or switches between script sections. Just one long, perfect session." He growls the words into my ear, and I almost moan out loud.
Shit.
"The bathroom is there, Alexis. Your outfit is hung up for you. I shall speak to your manager regarding expanding today, considering it's already been so long," his words have me nodding.
I walk into the bathroom and look around; the entire bathroom is just as big as that room was. Standing, I remove my clothes and lingerie.
Washing myself slightly using the sink, I dry and put on the small leather outfit. I grab the mouthwash and quickly swirl it around my mouth.
I've no idea if he wants my hair up or down. I decide to plait it, once I've finished. I suck in a breath. I can do this, it's no different to other times.
Sure, there is no script, but he has my hard limits; I have the safeword, and he doesn't appear to be a sociopath or murderer, but what would I know?
Stepping out of the bathroom, I stop when I see him. Oh hell, I'm doing this. He's stood in just jeans. The button and zip are undone, which shows the perfect view of the V going down. I almost drool at the sight of him.
"Are you ready?" His words snap me back to reality. He's stood smirking like he knows he caught me admiring him. He did, I can't deny it, he did.
"I'm ready," I say, and my heart thuds in my chest.
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 porn. 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 wan
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