But Grace was a woman he could have fun with both inside and outside of the bedroom. It didn’t matter if she was newly discovering her sexuality, and choosing to do it in a public manner, at that. All that mattered was making sure he still got to be with her. He couldn’t lose the one girl he’d found who made his dreams seem like a real possibility, instead of just a dream. Dreams of getting married to a woman he could tie up and spank, but also go to the movies, on vacations, and even to the playground with their kids. Yeah, he could see Grace doing all those things. With him.
“I’d still date you no matter what you did,” Ian replied.
Grace smiled up at him. “Really? So you really thought about what I said at the pancake house, huh.”
“You could say that,” he laughed, and in front of everyone, he put his arm around her waist, pulled her in close, and kissed her. She tasted like strawberry lip-gloss and something else uniquely Grace-scented.
Ricardo coughed. “Now that we’ve all kissed and made up, are we shooting a video or what?”
“Yes,” Ian replied. “But only if you don’t show her face.”
“No deal,” Ricardo said. “Our subscribers love seeing the girls faces when they scream and when they come, you know that.”
Nikki stood up from the corner, stubbing out her cigarette. “I have an idea,” she said.
*
Grace looked over at her, surprised. Not nearly as surprised as she was by the fact that Ian was willing to date her even if she was in the porn video. And she did sort of like the idea of not showing her face, since then she’d never have to worry about someone being positive they’d seen her.
Nikki walked over. “You blindfold her with a big blindfold that covers half her face, and put one of the wigs on her. If Master Ian here can manage to not gag her for the shoot, she’ll have plenty of facial expressions with just her mouth and no one will know it’s her.”
Ricardo cocked his head to the side as if he were envisioning it. “Yeah. That could work. Get me a wig.”
Wow. This is really happening.
Nikki brought out a short blonde wig with bangs, and helped her tuck her long hair underneath it and pin it in place. Since everyone was used to seeing Grace as a brunette, the change was impressive. With her fair skin, she was certainly passable as a blonde, especially since the wig’s bangs in the front were long enough to cover her dark eyebrows.
Ricardo walked them over to the dark leather spanking bench, adjusting a light in a way that made no obvious difference to her, but that elicited a thumbs up from the large, handsome man looking through the view-finder on the camera.
Ian turned to that crew member behind the tripod. “We need to film this a bit differently. “I’m going to be facing the camera, she’ll be dressed and facing me. I’ll blindfold her, and once her identity is properly hidden, you can shoot how you like.”
Ricardo nodded to the crew and clapped his hands. “Let’s do this, we’re wasting time!”
Ian stood just like he said, looking right at her but facing the camera so her back was to them. It made her feel a little more at ease to only have to look at Ian, and not at the lights and the other men watching…
Am I really doing this? Am I going to wake up soon or is this real?
She laughed nervously, and Ian smiled.
“You’re so distracted, honey,” he said, effectively nicknaming her despite the fact that she’d completely forgotten she’d need a fake name to go with her new look. “I’m going to blindfold you so all you can focus on is me, and the experience I give you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, hoping the mike would pick it up. Just in case it didn’t, she nodded her head vigorously.
He carefully tied the blindfold on over the wig and over her eyes, his hands so warm as they brushed against her face. The material was thin enough she could still see vague shadows from underneath it. Would this hide her identity? Did it matter?
But she liked that Ian was being so protective of her. And that he wanted to do this with her without letting it affect their outside relationship.
“I’m going to take all of your clothes off. Be cooperative, honey, like a good girl.”
He turned her around, and she imagined that now she was facing the cameras. So many men were watching her…and Nikki, too, probably, smoking her cigarettes in the corner perhaps.
A shiver of desire ran through her. Perhaps she did have an exhibitionist streak in her after all. Ian pulled her tank top up from the bottom, past her bra and over her arms. With her arms lifted in the air, Ian took both of her wrists in one of his large hands and ran his other hand over the curves of her body, slowly undoing the clasp on her bra and removing it, letting it fall to the floor.
Cool air hit her nipples, and they beaded into tight peaks. It wasn’t just the cold, though, that did it. It was Ian, and his hard cock pressed against her ass as he stood behind her, undressing her for the world to see.
He let go of her wrists and unzipped her shorts, sliding them down her thighs, taking the time to caress her legs as he pulled them off of her. Only her panties remained.
Thank God I’m blindfolded. I can’t imagine watching the entire crew watching me.
Actually, yes, she could, and her panties dampened at the thought.
Ian pulled her panties off and pressed them softly by her face until she nuzzled into them, inhaling her own musk like she knew he wanted her to do, just as he had wanted her to lick his fingers that night after he’d played with her pussy.
“Your scent is so sexy,” he murmured in her ear, and she smiled. “Now, I’m going to lean you over this bench and restrain you, honey.”
“Yes, Sir.” But what would he do after that? The possibilities were endless, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.
“Patience,” he said, and from the heat in her cheeks she knew she was blushing. It was if he could read her mind.
Ian took control of her body, guiding her as if in a dance until she was positioned exactly the way he wanted her to be over the bench, facing away from the main camera.
“When you first came here,” he said, lightly spanking her ass, waking up her nerve endings, “you said that I was the one who held the whip.” He spanked her some more, warming her up, and she could barely concentrate on his words because with the blindfold on she was completely in-tune to the sensations on her skin. The heat. The sting. His hand, caressing her ass before smacking it again.
“I’m going to whip you now, for the first time, is that correct?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you remember your safeword?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her body shook with adrenaline. Please, she thought, but she didn’t know what she was hoping for, what she wanted.
More. Yes. She wanted more of whatever Ian wanted to give her.
She gasped as a thick leather rope glided over her skin. He was showing her what the whip looked like as if she were a blind woman, it seemed. She could envision it now, and imagined it was long and black like so many of the instruments of pleasure-pain the dungeon had to offer. The tail slid over her back slowly, as if to give her a feel for the length and weight of the whip.
If her legs weren’t tied apart, she’d squirm just so she could feel her clit move against her own flesh. But in this open position, her movement only succeeded in rubbing her clit against the bench a bit, not nearly enough. She moaned.
“My dear, we haven’t even begun,” Ian said, and with that, the first lash hit.
It felt like a static shock, the kind you get after shuffling across the carpet and then touching a metal doorknob, except this shock was long, lining her back from one shoulder to her opposite hip. She took in a sharp breath of air, barely getting a sound out before the whip came down again.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ian said, and whipped her again, and again, until her entire world shrunk down to include only her, and Ian, and the whip.
The whip, the whip, the whip…
She rubbed her
clit against the bench, moving her hips in time to the lashes, and suddenly she heard the whip drop with a thud to the rubber-matted floor and Ian’s hands grasped her around the waist.
“Please, Sir,” she whispered, and he complied, reaching around so his long fingers were between her and the bench. He rubbed her clit hard and fast, her juices making her so slippery that she could feel him pausing to wipe them across her naked thighs so he could get more friction.
Had he done this to any of the other girls on the videos? She didn’t think he had. He’d always used a vibrator, something between him and the girls. But with her, he seemed to have no problem getting physical.
Oh my God, is he going to fuck me in front of everyone?
The thought excited her, but it wasn’t going to happen. It just wasn’t that sort of site. It was all about the BDSM, and the pain, and the pleasure…the pleasure…she gasped as Ian rubbed harder, faster, pinching her clit.
She screamed and bucked her hips, pulling against all four restraints as she climaxed. Through the blindfold she could see a man with a camera focused on her face as Ian tortured her by slowing down but not stopping once she came.
“Please, please,” she gasped. “I came.” You can stop now. But she wouldn’t safeword. Not for a little over-stimulation.
“You have a choice, honey,” Ian said, his voice thick with desire, the same voice she’d heard whispering to her late at night after they’d made love. But this time it was meant to be shared…with her, with the other men in the room, and with everyone who would ever watch this video of her in bondage.
She moaned, wriggling her hips under his hand.
“Either you get twenty minutes of forced orgasms with my vibrator right on your virgin little nub, or you get a spanking—”
“Spanking, Sir!” she interrupted, practically shouting it.
“Okay, but you didn’t let me finish what I was saying.” Removing his fingers from her clit, he was gone suddenly, and then seemed to appear out of nowhere directly in front of her, standing on the mat next to her face.
His fingers smelled like her arousal, and she blushed when he pressed them against her lips. Without him asking her to, she sucked them into her mouth. This time, it was Ian who groaned with desire. She smiled around his fingers, loving the fact that she turned him on as much as he turned her on.
“I’m going to spank your pussy,” he said. “Aren’t you sorry you interrupted me now?” He chuckled.
But no, she wasn’t sorry. After an orgasm her clitoris was always so sensitized she couldn’t handle having a buzzing vibrator pressed against it, not if it was anything like what she’d seen Ian do in those downloads. Images of him tying long white vibrators to the girls’ thighs as they came over and over until they screamed flashed through her mind.
Ian was gone again, but then she felt his heat behind her. She had no idea where the camera was, what angle they were filming, and she didn’t care. Half a dozen men and at least one other woman were watching her right now, and all she could focus on was Ian, and what he had in store for her.
Would it hurt?
“Are you ready, honey?” he asked.
“No, Sir.” Grace would never be ready, but she wasn’t safewording. She could do this.
“Then I’ll give you a countdown. On three, honey. Breathe.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her whole body trembled with anticipation and adrenaline.
“One.…Two…Three,” he said, slapping his hand up between her thighs on the word “three”—directly on her clit.
She yelped, shocked by the sting of it, how it mingled with that specific intense pleasure that only her clitoris seemed capable of creating within her.
He spanked her pussy again, and she tried to slam her legs shut, forgetting until the restraints reminded her that she couldn’t close her thighs.
“May I?” he asked, and this time she knew exactly what he meant.
“Yes, Sir.”
His long finger slid inside her. “You’re so wet, honey. Tell me you love when I spank your naughty pussy.”
“I-I love it, Sir.”
“Come for me,” he whispered, and ground his palm against her clit, holding her captive with his cupped hand.
She couldn’t help but to obey.
Chapter Eight
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Ian waited until the cameras were off before he took off Grace’s blindfold and untied her, carefully checking her fingers and toes for circulation, inspecting her ankles and wrists for ligature marks. The restraints had left her unharmed, the whip, however, had left its own special brand of light red welts across her beautiful pale back.
“Those will fade in a day or two,” he said, as he helped her up. She stumbled into a hug, surprising him with her easy display of affection.
Ian wrapped his arms around her. “You’re trembling. Are you okay?”
She smiled up at him, pulling the hair pins off the blonde wig, and let her beautiful long brunette hair loose. “Better than okay. That was probably the most adventurous thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
“That scene felt so different to me,” he admitted. “It wasn’t like when I usually work.”
“Oh no, was I that bad?” she asked, looking up at him with worried eyes.
Ricardo laughed behind them, and Ian turned around. He’d almost forgotten they were surrounded by his coworkers on the set. When he was with Grace, the only thing that existed was Grace, it seemed.
“What’s so funny?” Ian asked.
“You two are funny,” Ricardo said, shaking his head. “It was a great scene. We’re going to have tons of subscribers emailing us to see more of ‘Honey’—you know that, right?”
Grace raised her eyebrows as if the thought hadn’t occurred to her. It seemed she had no idea how incredible she was. How sexy.
“It’s up to you,” Ian said to her. Ever since he’d been with Grace, he felt less of need to work as a professional Dom. Not when he had Grace to play with. No other woman could submit to him in the bedroom with that same trusting, loving look in her eye. It made being with the actresses on the set seem like he was going through the motions.
“Maybe if I could wear one of those little half-masks, the kind with sequins? Something to hide my face but make me look interesting,” Grace mused.
“Maybe Ricardo could find another Dom and you and I could just shoot our own scenes for the site,” Ian suggested, speaking the idea before the full implication of his words hit him.
“What?” Ricardo’s face went from amused to pissed-off in a fraction of a second. “Find another Dom? And what are you gonna do for a job?”
Ian shrugged. “If Grace wants to, we can still shoot scenes for you together. But I’m feeling ready to move on to something else.”
Hell, maybe he could even go back to law, as long as he had Grace to come home to at night. With her, it seemed like he really could have it all.
Grace looked up at him surprise. “I’d be happy to do videos with you for the website, and I hate to admit that I love the idea of you not shooting with other girls anymore…but I don’t want to be the one who pulls you out of your lifestyle.”
Ian smiled. He had no intention of leaving the lifestyle. He was never truly in it. His kinks, his desires, Grace could fulfill them all. With her, he could have the one thing he never thought possible: a typical life with a kinky nightlife. He didn’t need to be Master all day long. If Grace were his wife, they’d be equals, partners.
Until bedtime. They’d make up their own sort of BDSM lifestyle as went. Those “one true way-ers” on the forums annoyed the hell out of him anyway. He didn’t care about making random strangers feel justified. As long as Grace was happy, as long as she’d be his—
Wait a minute, wife?
Since when did he look at a woman and think about her likelihood as a good wife? Since Grace. Since now.
“What do you say, Grace? We could make a great team. Lawyer and nurse by day, Master and slave by night.”
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“We already do make a great team,” she looked back over at the spanking bench with a sexy smile. “And we both like late-night pancakes, which pretty much means we’re soulmates. I think I learned that in nursing school.”
“Is that a yes?” he asked, needing to know they were on the same page. “Official girlfriend, official but occasional sex-slave?”
“Wow, you really are a lawyer, aren’t you,” she teased. “Yes, officially, yes.”
Ian picked her up and kissed her hard. “Consider this my notice, Ricardo. We’ll be back to shoot some more scenes tomorrow night. And in the meantime, you might want to start auditioning Doms.”
“So I’m a porn star now,” Grace said breathlessly. “Does this mean I’m not a nice, respectable girl anymore?”
“You did exactly what you wanted to do, and I absolutely respect you for it,” he replied. Unshed tears glittered in her eyes. “Wait, why are you crying? I was being serious.”
“I know you were.”
And she kissed him back.
The End
About Shoshanna Evers
Critically-acclaimed author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories including Amazon Erotica Bestsellers Overheated, and Enslaved, Book 1 in the Enslaved Trilogy, as well as the post-apocalyptic dystopian Pulse Trilogy from Simon & Schuster Pocket Star. Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
The non-fiction anthology Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex: Tips from Multi-Published Erotic Romance Authors, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing Reference, and Romance Writing categories on Amazon.
Reviewers have called Shoshanna’s writing “fast paced, intense, and sexual…every naughty fantasy come to life for the reader” with stories where “the plot is fresh and the pacing excellent, the emotions…real and poignant.”
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