by Amy Brent
“Do you enjoy these types of movies more than the high-budget ones?” I asked.
“Sometimes,” she said. “But this one’s a horror flick, so I’ll probably just end up having nightmares.”
“Well, you’ll be safe on set so long as I’m there,” I said.
“Thanks. Oh, and thank you for taking care of me last night. And ignoring my crazy, rambling ass.”
The way she tacked that last statement on made me wonder. She acted incredibly strange when I’d called her “Kimberly” as a joke yesterday, and the way her leg was jiggling again told me I was getting closer to this secret of hers. But with whatever the hell was brewing between us, I didn’t feel right digging into her by reading her body language, so I just decided to flat out ask her.
“Bridget?”
“Yeah?”
“Is there something I should know?” I asked.
“Not at all. Why do you ask?”
“It’s just that you answered that question pretty quickly, and you seem a bit tense,” I said. “Especially when I called you ‘Kimberly’ yesterday. It was just a joke, and I didn’t mean to upset you if I did.”
“Oh, I wasn’t upset. Taken aback and very confused, but not upset. I could never be upset with you, Thomas.”
“The middle of last week proved differently, but thanks,” I said. She slid her hand onto my thigh, and I felt my skin warm against her touch. Her head was turned, poised to look out the window, but her focus seemed elsewhere. Her eyes weren’t moving with the passing of the scenery, nor were they focused on the road below us. She had buried herself into her head again, and I didn’t understand why.
“Are you sure?” I asked her again.
“Hm?”
“That there isn’t anything I should know,” I said.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just got some stuff on my mind is all.”
Now, we had gone from “no” to “it’s nothing.” There was definitely something going on, and whatever it was had been taking up space in her mind for a long time now. Her hand was slowly squeezing harder into my thigh, and I cupped my hand around hers to relax her. The moment I did, she let out a breath I didn’t know she was holding.
She was panicking about something, and it killed me that she wouldn’t talk with me about it. But before I could ask her about it again, we had arrived on set, and she was already scrambling out of the car before I could get out first.
We walked onto set, and she was immediately whisked away to hair and makeup. Just like the previous set, I wasn’t allowed back there, but with it being a low-budget film, she emerged twenty minutes later, looking not too far off from what she’d looked like going back there. I stood in the corner of the room where the shadows of the equipment converged and hid me so I could get a good scope of the room. But I couldn't tear my eyes away from Bridget. Every scream scene and every scene where she had to have fear in her eyes looked a little too real for my liking, and I found myself squeezing my fists while she continued to film.
Over and over again, she cried on cue. She screamed out whatever pain it was she was obviously feeling, and the fear that rose into her eyes brought tears to mine. It killed me that she didn’t feel safe, even with me around, and I knew then I’d have to figure out what her secret was.
Whatever it took.
By the time filming was over, it was a little past three, and I knew I wouldn't be able to pick up Lacey. I called my parents while she went back into hair and makeup to change and take all her stuff off, and I was thankful that my mom was around and willing to get her. I hung up the phone with her just as Bridget emerged, and I could tell her eyes were darting around, looking for me.
And when I emerged from the shadows, she took off running and jumped into my arms.
“Well, hello to you, too,” I said.
“Let’s go home,” she said into the crook of my neck.
I put her back down onto her feet, and we called Bernie to head home. The entire car ride was silent, but every once in a while, I would hear her shift. She’d slowly scoot closer and closer to me, like somehow, she knew I’d protect her from the looming world outside of the car. I slipped my arm around her and pulled her close. She sank into me with the relief, the way Lacey usually did after having a nightmare. I was honestly scared of leaving her alone with her own thoughts tonight.
“You gonna be all right tonight?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “I’ll be good. And if I’m not, I can call Rachel.”
“No going out without me, okay?”
“Promise,” she said.
We pulled up to her house with her body cradled into mine, and for a moment, neither of us moved when Bernie stopped the car. It was almost four o’clock now, and I knew Lacey would want me home soon, but something in the back of my mind told me to just stay with her a little while longer.
So we sat there and breathed together in the silence of her car.
“You should get on home,” she said. She threw her door open and got out before I could protest. I scrambled out behind her and watched her walk to her door. She was acting incredibly strange, and it left a bad taste in my mouth, so I asked the question that had been throwing itself around in my head all day.
“Are you sure you don’t have anything you want to talk about before I leave?” I asked.
I saw her body stop before her shoulders slumped forward. She cocked her head to the side a bit, and if I didn’t know any better, I could’ve sworn her eyes glistened over with tears. My entire body yearned to pick her up and take her with me, back to my home where I could watch over her and keep her safe, but then, she turned toward me and answered my question the only way I knew she would.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said.
I wanted to tell her it mattered to me. That I wasn’t just some fuck toy, but I was also her bodyguard. I wanted to tell her it was my job and my right to know what was going on in her head, in case it posed a threat to her safety, but I knew if I cornered her like that, she would run.
So, I answered the only way I knew she would accept.
“All right,” I said.
I turned to start for my car, and I heard her footsteps behind me. I went to turn around, but I felt her hands on the collar of my jacket. Her eyes were frantic, and her body was suddenly pressed close to mine. As Bernie began to back out of the driveway, she thrusted her lips upon mine as she raised up onto her tiptoes.
Her lips were soft against mine but filled with a desperation I couldn’t pinpoint. Her grip on my collar was shocking, like the fear she held within her body was willing her to keep me here. I dropped my arms to her waist before I cloaked her body with my strength, and as I swept her off her feet, I walked us back into her home and headed for the staircase.
Chapter 17
Bridget
He threw me onto my bed, and my entire body was on fire for his touch. The look in his eye was nothing short of primal, and I wanted one last experience with him. One last memory to hold on to before his outlook on me forever changed within the confines of his mind.
“Look underneath the bed,” I said.
He looked at me strangely, but all I did was begin to shimmy out of my clothes. Piece by piece, they fell away from me. When I stood on my knees, naked for him on my bed, I pulled at my nipples and asked him again.
“Look. Underneath. The bed.”
He dropped to his knees and felt around before I saw the look on his face. He pulled out the trunk underneath my bed and snapped the lid open. The glimmer of deviousness that wafted over his face was one I’d never forget. He began pulling out items, one by one, making me wet with every single item he placed beside him on the floor. I wanted him to use all of them on me. I wanted to coat every single toy I owned with a memory of him so he could never really run from me.
I saw him pull out the handcuffs, and the glimmer of deviousness morphed into wanton lust. His eyes darkened into a mighty storm before his gaze lifted to mine, and that’s when I knew what
I had to do.
I had to give myself over to him completely, both in body and in memory.
“Lay down on your stomach, and put your hands at your headboard,” he said.
I scrambled to the edge of the bed, with my juices dripping down my thighs. I felt his hand slowly slide up my spine, shivering me to my core before his hand reached my wrist. He cuffed me to the headboard before he began massaging my back. As his strong hands made their way down my skin, I could feel the intensity growing within me.
“Thomas,” I said breathlessly.
He got to my ass and bent over to kiss it. He nipped at my ass, marking me as his own, before he parted my cheeks and spat on my asshole. I felt him shuffle off the bed before he returned, and when the cool plastic began to slide up my thighs, slicking itself with my leaking silk, he pressed the tip of the butt plug to my asshole and teased me with it.
“Are you a good girl?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m such a good girl. Just for you, Thomas.”
I wiggled my ass around in the cool air of my bedroom, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch against me. My nipples were hard against the sheets of my bed, and I could smell his cologne permeating the room, but he was robbing me of his touch. I wanted that thick dick deep inside of me, spreading me for the world to see while only his eyes devoured me in the night.
I felt the plug being pressed to my asshole before it slid in with a pop. I hissed, adjusting myself around the intrusion. I felt my legs quivering, threatening to give way so my fluids could leak onto the bed. But then, I felt the stubble of Thomas’s cheeks scoot up underneath me, and his hands pulled me down onto his face.
His tongue probed my depths while I ground down into his skin. His stubble tickled my skin while his tongue lapped up my juices, and all I could do was writhe and moan while his hands gripped my ass. I could feel myself pulsing around the plug, swallowing it deeper into my body with each thrust of my hips into his lips. His tongue would lick my throbbing clit and begin to swirl around it. It took me no time at all to begin climbing that slow ascent.
“Thomas. Yes. Fuck, just like that. Right there.”
He found that spot that burned in all the best ways, and he pressed his tongue deep into it. The roughness of his skin contrasted with the softness of his lips. He dug his fingertips into my ass cheeks, forever marking his fingerprints into my body, sending me over the edge in a snap orgasm that shook my body and made me collapse onto his face. My pussy clenched for him while it drenched his face in my womanly fluids, and he sucked it all down like a hungry newborn waiting for its first meal.
Then, he lifted my hips off his face and slowly lowered me to the bed.
“You taste divine,” he said.
I felt his hands run over my ass one last time before he gave my cheek a smack. The crack resounded in the room, and I couldn’t help but moan. My body shook from the limits he was pushing me to. He slowly slid the plug from my ass before I heard it thump to the floor beside me, and then he grabbed my hips and hoisted them into the air.
“Give me that dick,” I said.
“As you wish.”
He thrusted his hips forward and pummeled me with his cock. I cried out in pleasure as he filled me to capacity, with my walls faltering with every inch it swallowed. My pussy was soaking wet for him, begging for the assault only he could give me, and I moaned heavily into the pillow the moment his hips first snapped against mine.
“Thomas. Yes. Holy fuck, your cock is massive. Oh, shit.”
“You like that?” he asked. “You like it when I fuck you like a ragdoll?”
“Give it to me. However you want. Just give me all of you.”
His words sent hot shots of electricity through my body while his dick grew with every thrust he made. My bed bounced against the wall, and my body jolted with every move while my pussy clenched down onto him, holding on for the ride. I couldn’t push back, and I didn’t have any leverage. He had strapped me down and worn me out before he took full control of my body. I relinquished myself to his beating, feeling his hips dive into mine while his balls snapped against my sensitive clit. I could feel his muscles rippling against my skin while his hands held my hips steady, and I knew in that very moment no man would be able to top him.
Thomas was a hulking mass of masculinity, and when his thighs connected with the back of mine and I felt those leg muscles flexing with work made only for me, I felt tears rise to my eyes.
“God, this feels so good,” I said breathlessly.
I felt my body climbing that hill again, and I screwed my eyes shut. Thomas groaned with every flex my pussy made around his raging cock. I knew I was tight for him, like my walls were made only for his dick. When my body willingly leapt from that ledge, I cried out his name into the pillow in front of me while he stilled his cock inside my body.
“That’s it. Grip that pussy around me. Come for me, Bridget. Say my name.”
“Thomas. Oh, god. You know just what to do to me. Thomas, yes.”
My orgasm left me breathless as he pulled himself from between my legs. I collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating, heaving for the breath of air that never seemed to come my way. I was shaking, trembling at the merciless slaughtering of my body by his dick. He kissed me down my spine while massaging every inch of my skin, and I couldn't help but smile at his touch.
“You’re incredible,” I said.
“I’ve got one last surprise for you,” he said hauntingly.
I heard him scoot off the bed and rummage around again before he came back. I felt something run up the back of my thigh that I didn’t recognize until he got to my asshole. The moment I realized what he was doing, my body clamped up. He massaged my ass cheeks to get me to relax before he pressed his finger deep into my puckered hole, then he inserted another one to spread me wide for the vibrating dildo he’d picked up.
“You’re gonna love this, I just know it,” he said.
He removed his fingers from me, and I whimpered at the loss of his touch. I heard the squirting of lube onto something before it sloshed onto an object, and then the cool mass pressed itself up against my asshole.
My body was wanton and ready for the pleasure he was about to give me, and I knew the moment he turned on the vibration that I was going to be done for.
“Open wide,” he said. He pressed the tip of the vibrator into my tight little hole, and I bit down into the pillow. Pain shot up my back while he gave me a second to adjust, and with every inch he inserted, I could feel myself being ripped into two in the best possible way. My dildo filled my asshole as Thomas held steady to it, then I felt him press the tip of his cock back to my pussy.
“Oh, god,” I choked out.
“Oh, yes,” he said.
He pushed back into me, and the sensations that rolled over my body were foreign to me. His dick rubbed against me in all the right ways, and the vibrations ricocheting over my body shook me against his body. The moans and groans that poured from Thomas’s lips as he fucked me like his own little toy pulsed a need inside of me that drenched his balls in my juices. My body lurched with every single thrust he snapped against my body, and as my asshole throbbed around the dildo, it pulled the foreign object deeper into my body so Thomas could grab back onto my hips.
“Holy fuck, Bridget, you’re so good to me. God, you’re beautiful.”
The breath had been beaten out of my lungs, and all I could do was drool on the pillow. My vision was dimming, and my head was spinning. My pussy was throbbing, and my asshole was trembling. The electricity that shot through my body throbbed my vision and ached my head, and when I felt my eyes close shut, I collapsed into the bed. My body was wholly his now, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Nothing except drool on the pillow and wait for my pleasure to take me hostage.
“Fuck! Bridget. Yes, that pussy’s so tight for me. Oh, holy hell. Yes. Take my fucking cock down.”
My orgasm crashed over me, and I felt him rip himself from betwe
en my legs. I trembled and convulsed in pleasure as hot streams of Thomas’s come doused my ass and the back of my legs. My pussy was clenching down on something that was no longer there, and my back was arched so heavily it began to cramp. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and the vibrations of the dildo in my ass kept me riding my high even longer, and when the world finally faded to black, I could only remember the sound of Thomas’s voice.
“Bridget. Bridget? Can you hear me?”
When I fluttered my eyes open, my wrists were no longer bound to the bed. My ass wasn’t vibrating, and my thighs weren’t drenched in Thomas’s cum. I was curled into him, and his strong, tight arms were wrapped around me. I opened my eyes and smiled.
“There you are,” he said, grinning. “You had me worried there for a second.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“You passed out on me.”
“Then I guess you deserve a medal or something,” I said. “Did you clean me up?”
“When your heart rate settled, and I knew you were all right, yes,” he said.
“Thanks.”
I felt his thumb brush against my cheek, and I knew I couldn’t keep this from him any longer. I had developed too deep of a bond with him for me to go any longer without telling him the secret I carried.
The secret responsible for my fame.
“Thomas?” I asked.
