“Count it.”
“One.” I groan, anticipation killing me, and the ache between my legs building as I crave more. A loud thwack fills the room as the paddle pushes me deeper into the mattress.
I wait for the next one, my skin tingling, on fire from the impact. It comes seconds later, and another groan is ripped from my mouth. “Two.”
“Good girl.” His hand moves down my back and then returns to my neck, it’s oddly comforting when the intensity is threatening to overwhelm me. He squeezes lightly, before laying the third one on me.
“Fuck,” I grunt, this one was harder, almost making me fold into the bed with the weight of the pressure. “Three.”
“Say the words and I’ll stop,” Carter says once again.
“Ask me for my consent one more time and I’ll scream your name for everyone to hear.” Hissing, I push my raw ass back into him, whimpering at the friction with his trousers. “I understand the rules, now either spank me or fuck me or I swear to god…”
He chuckles and something lands on the bed next to me, I think it’s the paddle, the fourth spanking forgotten as I hear the sound of a zip being dragged down and clothing being removed.
My hands fist the silk sheets, of course Carter was getting naked while I was blindfolded and unable to see anything. He better give me the video after this. I’d make him.
A sharp slap fills my ears, the last spanking done with his hand, but before I have time to register it or the warm pain spreading through my lower limbs, he’s inside me with one thrust.
“Fuccccccckk,” I scream into the sheets, grabbing them as if they could steady the explosion that was building.
“Not fuck,” Carter mockingly scolds. “Four. Say it.”
His fingers bite into my hip, as he pounds me with a frenzy I never thought the cold man was capable of. “Fo-fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I breathe, words vanishing from my head as another orgasm builds.
Leaning forward, Carter grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back, pinning me in place, with my ass still in the air. “Say...four!” he demands between thrusts, but I refuse to let the words pass my lips. Let him fuck me into submission, I want him to. I want him to reduce me to a quivering mess as he hits my G-spot.
“Say FOUR!” he roars, yanking my head back again by my hair, but the joke is on him as the pain sends my body over the edge. It takes a lot to make me come from sex alone, but it does happen, especially since I’m this horny and Carter knows what he’s doing.
“Fuckinggg…” I pant as my body begins to tighten around his, wanting to prolong the feeling. It’s like every nerve has imploded as my orgasm is ripped mercilessly from me. And as I try to ride out the storm, I’m barely able to whisper, “Fucking four.”
Carter massages my ass cheek, his hand cool against the sore skin as he pulls out. And I whimper at the loss of him. “What? Where are you going?”
There’s movement as he clambers off the bed, and I can hear rustling and something beeping before he returns.
“I’ve got the handheld camera,” he explains as he stands near the edge of the bed. “You’re going to clean up the mess you’ve made on my dick.”
Even though I’ve been thoroughly fucked, I’m glad we’re not done yet. Carter has kept me at arm’s length for so long, I’m desperate for any scraps he wants to give me. I need him to need me with the same intensity I feel, to sink my teeth into his skin and hold on, until we’re both exhausted.
I sit up and shuffle towards the sound of his voice. Reaching out, my fingers hit something hard and warm, and I realise it’s one of his muscular thighs. As a photographer and camera operator, I was used to seeing him squatting in all sorts of positions, and it had obviously done wonders for his body.
“Enjoying yourself there?” he asks with a smug tone, and I blush. I’d been rubbing my hands up his thighs for a few minutes, just relishing the feel of him beneath me.
Chapter Seven
Carter
Fuck. I’d fucked up, big time. Once was not going to be enough. When this show was done, how was I supposed to walk away? To go back behind the camera as she fucked dickheads like Dex?
She makes a fist around my cock, and I suppress a groan. Holding the camera in one hand, I aim it so it’s looking down at her beautiful face and my raging hard-on. My other hand goes to her hair, it’s a territorial thing I think. I’m the only one who knows this is her real hair, I’m the only one who’s pulled it as I fuck her on camera. No one else in this industry will see this view, not like this, and that makes something in my chest swell.
She doesn’t mess around as she takes me in her mouth, slurping on my dick like I’m a goddamn lollipop, and it takes everything I have not to bust a nut then and there. I mean, I’m amazed I lasted through the sex, it was a close call as her body had milked me to the fucking brink. Ruby wasn’t just addictive, she was all-consuming. She took and took until I had nothing left to give.
Taking me deeper, I shift my hips a little to meet the rhythm of her mouth. She pulls off my dick with a soft ‘pop’ before licking leisurely, and teasing the head with her tongue. She works my length with her hand, while she moves away a little to lick her fingers seductively, sucking on her index and middle finger, coating them until they glisten on the screen. I’d rather she just kept sucking, but there had to be some fanservice in our little show. After a few seconds of
