He put his head down and got back to work. The next few hours passed quickly. He looked at his watch and thought of all the things he still had to finish up before he called it a day.
He sighed as he realized he was going to be late for Mia. By the time he got off the lot and drove over to the theatre it would be close to six-thirty.
He went to the closet to pull out his suit and quickly changed his clothes. He wouldn’t have time to eat, so he stopped by the vending machine and grabbed a candy bar and bottle of water and made his way to his car. He was looking forward to this day coming to a close, but unfortunately, that was still a long way off.
He could see a good crowd gathering as he pulled his Porsche up to the famous Chinese Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard. The stars of the movie were lingering outside on the red carpet, surrounded by the press.
They were all there and he was making a late entrance. He pulled his car behind a stretch limo and was met by a beautiful young greeter who opened his door for him. Behind her was the valet who he gave his keys to.
The greeter walked him out to the red carpet, to the screams of his fans. He paused for a moment and waved to the crowd and was met by even louder applause. He stopped to shake a few hands until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Mia, looking stunning as ever.
She’d gone all out for this event, wearing an expensive blue cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. He greeted her with a kiss to the cheek, but one look at her told him she was not in good spirits. She was smiling, but her eyes were angry.
“Sorry I’m late, I lost track of the time,” he confessed.
“You’re not wearing the Cavalli,” she said through clenched teeth.
He was confused. Mia waved half-heartedly to the crowd as she walked with him up the aisle.
“What?” he said, unsure what she was talking about.
She sighed heavily.
“The blue Cavalli tie. I asked you to wear it so that we’d match,” she pouted.
He shook his head, too tired to press her further.
She took his hand and led him into the press. They all wanted to talk to him and he did his best to pump up the film, but his heart wasn’t in it. Mia enjoyed herself, chatting everyone up. He gladly let her do all the talking. She was in her element.
As they came to the end of the circuit, they were greeted by a fresh faced entertainment reporter from E News. She asked Ethan about the film, mostly a repeat of the questions he’d answered over and over already.
Then she turned to Mia and asked her what was coming up for her. Ethan smiled patiently, but all he really wanted was to go inside. Mia prattled on for a few minutes until the reporter cut her off.
“You two have been seen together quite a bit these past few months,” the reporter said. “Are you an item?”
Ethan smiled and put up his hand as if to ward off personal questions. He tried to lead Mia gently away but she hesitated.
“We sure are,” Mia answered, a little too eagerly, as Ethan pulled her along.
It took a lot to upset Ethan, but today had been a rough one and his patience had just run out. He lead her inside and the usher closed the doors behind them. He pulled her aside.
“Mia, what the fuck?” he said angrily.
She looked at him with surprise. Ethan had never spoken harshly to her before. Having been caught off guard, she failed to filter her words before responding.
“You promised you’d come early and left me standing alone for thirty minutes. I did all this for you. I’m here for you. And you couldn’t even show up on time. And to make matters worse, you didn’t even wear the damn Cavalli!”
Ethan took a step back, trying to process what was happening. It was a fucking tie, why did it matter? Why did any of this matter? They stood in silence a few moments.
He looked at Mia and could see she was disappointed and hurt. He realized that he’d been inconsiderate. He had invited her, regardless of his reasons, and he had promised her the party after. She’d put a lot into this evening and he owed it to her to be present. He took her hand.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have been more considerate,” he said. “You look gorgeous,” he added.
Mia looked up at him and smiled.
“You think so?”
He nodded. She leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“I’m not wearing panties.”
She looked up at him and smiled seductively. He shook his head slowly and smiled at her. He knew she was trying to heat him up, and maybe a month ago it would have, but now it just wasn’t enough. He knew he needed to tell her, but it would wait until the right time. Why spoil her night?
Chapter Twenty
Ethan
The valet pulled up with Ethan’s car, signaling the end of a long night.
After the film ended, the cast and some of the crew drove up to Spago to continue the party. Although he initially didn’t want to go, Ethan had to admit he had a good time. It was fun catching up with everyone. He hadn’t seen many of them since wrapping up filming sixteen months earlier.
Mia also seemed to have a really good time, their earlier conflict didn’t really land on her at all. She knew several people at the party and ended up hanging out with them most of the night. Ethan was relieved as it gave him a break from her, and the freedom to chat up other people.
Every now and then, Mia would stagger over with champagne in hand, and cosy up to him for a few minutes. Ethan kept his eye on her throughout the night, just to make sure she was okay. She was drinking quite a bit.
In spite of the activity around him, he found himself thinking of Reagan. He wondered what his night would have looked like if he’d been with her instead. Thinking about that put a smile on his face, the kind of smile that said, “I have a hot little secret.”
Several times throughout the evening he found himself looking at his phone, scrolling through some of her past messages. Especially the last one.
It’s time for you to cum for me.
Reading it aroused him all over again.
Mia sat beside him in the car, chatting happily, her words slurring from all the champagne she’d enjoyed. When he pulled onto the freeway to take her home, she looked over at him, her head cocked to the side.
“Are we going to my place?” she said.
Ethan nodded.
“Yes, I’m taking you home,” he said, trying to sound casual.
She shook her head slowly.
“Your place is better. My friend from Long Beach is crashing for a few more days. No privacy,” she said, smiling seductively.
Ethan reached forward and turned the air conditioning up, but stayed silent. Mia shifted in her seat.
“Just take Highland and we can cut back,” she said.
She took her phone out of her clutch purse and scrolled through it. Ethan continued on the freeway and after a few minutes he passed the Highland exit. Mia looked up again.
“You missed the exit,” she said, looking back.
He sighed through pursed lips. This wasn’t going to go well.
“I’m just going to drop you off, Mia. I have an early morning. I left a lot unfinished today and I have to find a way to squeeze today’s work into tomorrow’s schedule. I’m just wiped,” he said, hoping she would accept his decline gracefully.
“I thought we were going to spend the night together,” she said, her hand reaching out to touch him.
She slowly slid her hand up his inner thigh until it rested on his cock. Ethan smiled awkwardly and reached down to remove her hand. He gently placed it back on her lap.
Mia’s annoyance was clear in her stare.
“I was looking forward to getting you home and fucking you senseless,” she slurred. “And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m not wearing panties.”
She shifted in her seat to stroke him again, probably a little more forcefully than she’d intended. He took her hand in his and held it.
She looked upset.
Eth
an didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but wasn’t sure how that would be possible. Unless he broke down and gave her what she wanted, she was not going to be happy. He could take her home and fuck her, but then what? Break up with her a few days after? He wasn’t the type of guy that could easily do that. He respected her too much.
He smiled at her. He knew he wouldn’t break up with her tonight, the timing wasn’t right. He needed to buy a little time.
“While your offer is oh so tempting, I’m serious, Mia. I just want to get home and go to bed,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
She pouted and pulled her hand out of his. She sat in silence for several minutes before speaking.
“This is the second time you’ve turned me down, Ethan,” she spat. “You know there are a lot of men who would be thrilled to sleep with me,” she taunted.
Ethan clenched his jaw, refusing to comment. He didn’t want to fight.
She continued.
“I don’t get you,” she goaded. “What’s wrong with you?”
Ethan took her hand in his once more, silently encouraging her to calm herself. This was really the first time he’d ever given her any reason to be upset, and she was not handling the situation well.
“I’m just tired. Let’s not say anything we may regret tomorrow.”
Mia snickered and pulled her hand away, then stared vacantly out the window.
When he finally pulled into her driveway, he turned the radio down low. She picked up her clutch as he went around to the passenger side to open the door for her. She slipped her long legs out of the car, purposefully exposing her pussy to him. She definitely wasn’t wearing panties. Mia smirked, pleased he’d noticed.
“See what you’re missing?” she slurred.
She stuck a finger in her mouth and sucked it, then touched her pussy with it. She leaned back in her seat and put one of her heels on the handle of the open door. She locked eyes with him as she slid the wet finger into her pussy and moaned. Then she brought her finger out and touched his lips with it.
Ethan smiled uncomfortably and offered her his hand to help her out of the car. She rolled her eyes, disgusted with him and herself that her taunt hadn’t worked.
She stood up, straightening her dress, trying to reclaim what dignity she could. Then she launched herself into his arms. He caught his balance and steadied her before they both tumbled into the side of the car.
She giggled.
“I’m sorry, babe. I was acting like a bitch,” she said.
She let out a little burp and giggled again.
“Do you forgive me?” she purred in a little girl voice.
Ethan hated when grown women did that. He nodded, chalking it up to the alcohol.
“Of course. I’m sorry I let you down. Let’s talk in a few days?” he suggested, desperate to get rid of her for the night before she did something she’d really regret.
She nodded and leaned in for a kiss. Ethan accepted it, keeping it short and sweet. She gave him a hug and then staggered up her driveway, swaying side to side. He was impressed that she managed so well considering the four inch stilettos and the tipsy state she was in. He didn’t think he could have done so well.
He waited for her to get inside before getting back into the car and driving away.
When he got home he took a quick shower and slid naked into his bed. He picked up his cell phone and reread Reagan’s most recent text. He stared wistfully at his phone, weighing a decision he’d been contemplating all night.
He started to write.
Milady, Will you see me again?
(Pet)ruchio ;)
He placed his phone on the bedside table and turned out the light.
Chapter Twenty-One
Reagan
Reagan read over her text several times before sending it. She’d woken that morning to his request. Initially she was thrilled to hear from Ethan, but her enthusiasm quickly turned to apprehension, her thoughts conflicted.
With a flutter of nerves, she pressed send.
My Pet, nothing would please me more, however I think it’s important we speak first. What is your availability to FaceTime? I’m free to speak anytime before noon today.
Their first session had been incredible, but she’d allowed things to spin out of control and wasn’t sure how to transition back into a professional relationship with him.
Would it even work?
Did she even want that anymore?
Ethan was special. That was the only thing she knew for sure. Before he left, he’d assured her that when they met again, he’d have no expectations. He said he wanted her to be who she was, and yet, he also promised her full control.
What did he mean by that?
Reagan needed to know the answer before she could decide how to move forward. Things would have been so much easier if she had kept up her walls.
She made coffee and a light breakfast and went out to the balcony to enjoy her meal. She’d planned on going to the retirement home that afternoon to visit with the seniors. She tried her best to volunteer there at least once a week.
She loved the residents, who were always so kind to her, and she enjoyed their stories over a game of scrabble or euchre. Most of them had worked in the entertainment industry at one time or another, and their tales were filled with the fascinating history and drama of old Hollywood. Often the stories were so outrageous she wondered if they were even true, but it didn’t really matter. She loved the smiles and laughter that often ensued.
Today she planned to read to Bill. He was losing his sight and reading was a luxury now lost to him. He was a kind man, a retired screenwriter. His wife was gone and his children lived on the other side of the country.
Reagan’s parents had both passed, and Bill was quickly becoming a father figure for her. He adored Jack Reacher books. At the moment, they were reading Die Trying. Reagan had a surprise for him today. She’d bought him several Jack Reacher audio books to enjoy when she was unable to read to him.
She gazed out at the beautiful Hollywood view from her balcony when her phone chirped. It was a reply from Ethan.
Milady, I am heading to the office shortly. Can we chat between meetings? I have twenty
minutes free at eleven. Shall I call you?
Reagan smiled, happy he’d responded so quickly. She returned the favor.
That will please me.
She put down the phone and went to her bedroom. She stripped naked and then went into the bathroom to look at herself in the full length mirror.
She found herself getting down on the floor and spreading her legs. She looked through her knees at the reflection in the mirror. Her legs were wide open and she had the exact view of her pussy that a man would have before going down on her.
Was this the view Ethan would have?
Would he like what he saw?
She touched her clit tenderly, and imagined what it would feel like if Ethan’s face was between her legs. What would his tongue feel like as it pressed against the sensitive folds of skin? What pleasure would shoot through her body?
She rubbed her clit with increasing pace, and then, as her pussy got wetter, began to slide a finger inside herself.
She followed it with a second finger and imagined it was Ethan’s erect cock sliding inside her.
It had been so long since she’d felt the thrust of a man’s cock inside her body. So long since she’d felt the pulsing contraction of a man’s orgasm inside her. She wanted to feel Ethan pouring his load inside her. She wanted him to cum so hard inside her that he’d fall in love with her and never let her go. She wanted him to pour so much of himself into her that she’d feel him dripping out of her later in the night, wetting her bedsheets while his arms were still wrapped around her.
She knew she was losing control of her emotions. She was falling for Ethan.
She slid her fingers deep inside, and curled them, toying with her G-spot.
When she climaxed, she silently mouthed Ethan’s name, his face ingrained on
her imagination.
After showering, she pulled her wet hair into a ponytail and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
She debated whether or not she should dress as Lady Grace, but decided against it. She wanted Ethan to see another side of her. Besides, she wouldn’t have time to change again if she wanted to get to the retirement home by twelve-thirty.
She didn’t need the clothes to be commanding. They just helped.
She finished getting ready by applying a small amount of makeup and made her way into her office. She had time to answer a few emails and confirm a few sessions. She had a client coming that evening, an easy going, submissive fellow who enjoyed sensation play.
This client had actually never seen Reagan, except through the masked images on her website. He would blindfold himself before she even opened the door. She could stay dressed in her jeans and t-shirt and it would make no difference to him.
She was finishing up the last of her correspondences when Ethan’s FaceTime came through. It was precisely eleven. She liked how punctual he was.
He looked a little frazzled when his face lit up her screen, but he still had a sensual smile on his face.
“Good Morning, Milady,” he said.
Reagan couldn’t help but offer him her smile back. She felt her skin flush and internally scolded herself.
Come on Ray, hold it together.
“Good Morning,” she replied softly.
He looked beautiful, his blue button-down shirt complementing his eyes.
“Do I have your permission to speak freely?” he teased.
Reagan laughed.
“I think this situation calls for it,” she said.
He looked up and signaled to someone, having obviously been interrupted.
“Give me ten seconds?” he asked, and proceeded to take some papers that were handed to him.
It appeared as though he was signing some documents. Reagan waited quietly.
“Thanks, close the door behind you,” he ordered to the person on the other side of the monitor.
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