by Chloe Cox
Again, she obeyed.
Fuck, he was mesmerizing. Coming toward her with the slow intensity of a hunter. Of a man with a purpose.
His hand was on the inside of her thigh now, his other hand pushing up her skirt while she panted in short little breaths and gripped at the ends of her armrests. Her lower belly was already contracting, like it knew what was coming. Jesus.
He stroked her, outside her underwear. Her eyes almost closed.
“I can feel how wet you are,” he said.
Mutely, she nodded.
“Good,” he said.
Then he pulled aside her panties and pushed the cold silver bullet inside her.
Adra gasped, then shivered, then gasped again. She lifted her hips to accommodate it, to help him slide it up inside her, and he watched her the whole time. She was breathing hard by the time he finished, wishing he wouldn’t take his hand away, wishing…
Ford dug something out of his suit pocket, held it up.
It was a remote.
“You’ll go about your day like any other,” he said. “I’ll call you when I want you.”
Adra stared feverishly at the remote. At any time, in any place…
Except apparently here and now? When she was already so wet, so worked up, so…
Suddenly Ford was on her, one hand gripping between her legs, the way he liked to do, putting pressure on her, the other slipping inside her blouse, mauling her breast. And his mouth on hers, taking her in.
Adra moaned.
Then he turned on the bullet.
The vibrations rocked through her, sending echoes through out her body, echoes all centered on the growing storm in her g-spot, the…
They stopped.
Ford pulled away.
Adra blinked up at him, bewildered and probably disheveled.
“Be available,” he ordered.
And then he walked out the door.
Well, it had worked. About the last thing she was feeling right then was sad.
chapter 14
The day only got crazier from there.
It had only been about an hour, give or take, but Adra had spent that entire time in a constant state of oh-my-fucking-God need, and that meant it had been an eternity.
The actors had needed less and less coaching as the shoot progressed, and Derrick had a late call time today so he wasn’t around to try to get her attention, which meant that not too many people bothered her while she was walking around like a woman in heat wondering where Ford was. Which was good, because he’d turned the bullet on twice already.
The first time she’d had to steady herself against the wall.
The second time she’d gripped the sides of a chair and closed her eyes.
Both times, he’d left her hanging.
What the hell was the range on that thing?
Her nipples were at the point of pain. There was no way at all to hide it; every man she passed had to tear his eyes away, and some of the women, too.
She was so past caring.
All she cared about was an orgasm. All she cared about was when Ford would finally relent, and fuck her. For one blissful, torturous hour, he’d made her life incredibly simple.
Which might explain why she was so off her guard when Lola showed up.
Well, waddled up.
Adra smiled and tried to force her brain to switch gears. “You look great, you know.”
“I feel like a whale. It didn’t hit me until this week, and suddenly, boom: whale. I have no idea what’s going on.”
“Your due date is what’s going on,” Adra said.
Lola looked at her. Adra couldn’t help it.
“Hey, don’t you cry!” Lola said. “I’m the one who’s pregnant! And holy crap, do I want to be done being pregnant. I just want the baby already.”
“I know,” Adra said. “I’m just…how soon?”
Lola took a deep breath. “Twenty-two days,” she said. “What? Why are you smiling like a lunatic?”
“I’m just really happy,” Adra said. Seeing Roman and Lola start a family, seeing them in love—it was almost as good as seeing Charlie happy. Adra knew it didn’t necessarily make sense that she didn’t believe in happy endings for herself while she believed vehemently in those happy endings for her friends, but she was ok with being a woman of contradictions. Mostly she felt very lucky.
“C’mon, you goofball,” Lola said gently. “There’s some sort of entertainment TV show here, and they want to do an interview with you, and I figured…”
“Oh God, seriously?” Adra said, suddenly alarmed. “Which one?”
“The Daily Tattle,” Lola said. “Someone named Brooke Kenner?”
Adra made a face. “Yeah, I know her. Or know of her. Which is enough.”
“Yeah, she’s definitely going to ask about the rumors about you and Derrick,” Lola said. “Roman and I thought that, given all the bad publicity, we need to put a fun, warm face on Volare, you know? It’s better to jump out in front and try to take control of it at this point. And I’d do it by myself, but they won’t do it without you.”
“Of course they won’t,” Adra sighed. “You know they’re going to edit it ruthlessly, right?”
“Yeah, but they underestimate us,” Lola grinned. “But you really don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, kiddo. I’m serious.”
“I know you are, but you’re right that we kind of need it,” Adra said. “Besides, I can do these in my sleep. I mean, probably. I coach clients through it all the time, so it’s gotta be the same thing, right?”
“Huh,” Lola said, sounding slightly less than confident. “Well, you look great. New moisturizer?”
Adra felt herself start to blush. There was definitely only one thing responsible for her recent glow.
“Sure,” Adra said.
Lola laughed and looked at Adra sideways. “Yeah, how are those new living arrangements working out?”
Oh, goddammit. Of course Lola knew about her and Ford. Or at least knew that there was something to know. Adra was staying with the man for crying out loud, and they hadn’t been fighting at all, and instead there’d just been lots of smoldery looks and long stares…
Of course Lola knew something.
But the idea of having to explain to Lola what she couldn’t even explain to herself made Adra’s insides twist together in unholy knots. Still, she also hated lying to a friend.
“Um, it’s great,” Adra said.
Smooth.
Lola laughed again. “I’ll bet it is.”
“Hush.”
“Well, you let me know if things get complicated,” Lola said. “I know you can’t go back to your place until this all blows over, but you always have a home where we are. And people willing to listen. You know, friend things.”
“If things get complicated?” Adra whispered. The idea of ‘complications’ was, of course, terrifying. That was what she was trying to avoid entirely. That was the whole point!
Don’t think about it.
Lola just smirked all the way to where Brooke Kenner had set up her little interview area. Adra decided to pretend ‘complications’ were just things that happened to other people, and focused on the evidence of just how good the simple stuff was—she felt the bullet every time she took a step. By the time they got to the interview area, she was already fighting back thoughts of Ford.
The lights were already set up, and Brooke was going over her notes, perched near the couch they’d all share. She looked up and smiled about as wide as a human being could smile and waved them over.
“Ladies, thank you so much!” Brooke said, ushering them onto the couch. “I am so excited to do this interview!”
I bet, Adra thought to herself as she sat down.
And then she stopped thinking for a little bit as the remote-controlled silver bullet pressed firmly into her g-spot.
And then she thought about how it had gotten inside of her.
And about what Ford might do to her later.
And s
he was right back where she started, barely capable of finishing a thought, squirming in her seat. Only this time someone was powdering her face for camera while Brooke Kenner tried to chat them up.
“Adra?”
It was Lola’s voice. Adra tried to snap out of it, but to no avail. She had to cross her legs on this couch, and that meant…
Oh God.
“Adra, you ok?”
“Yup,” Adra said, shaking her head. “Sorry, just lost in thought for a second.”
“You ready?” Lola asked.
“What are we supposed to do again?” Adra whispered while Brooke talked to a production assistant.
“Make us not look like some sort of den of iniquity,” Lola said. She paused. “Well, not the bad kind, anyway.”
“Right,” Adra muttered. “The good kind of den. Got it.”
And she actually might have been able to handle it.
Might have.
The interview started off soft, the way they were supposed to, warming both her and Lola up. And Lola, as always, was formidable, taking charge of the interview almost immediately, representing Volare. And Adra followed along perfectly at first.
At first.
But then, somewhere around Lola’s third witty remark and Brooke’s surprised laughter, the bullet started to vibrate.
Adra’s eyes half-closed and her mouth opened. Jesus Christ. Could he see her? Did Ford know what he was doing to her right now? She couldn’t move, except she had to. She couldn’t…if she didn’t let it out…
Oh fuck.
And just before she thought she might lose it, it stopped.
Adra’s eyes came back into focus on a skeptical-looking Brooke Kenner. She hoped to God her brain would start working again soon, too.
“Adra, you’ve been working so closely with the actors on this project,” Brooke said. Adra didn’t like the emphasis, but at least she already knew where this question was going: the rumors that she was having an affair with Derrick Duvall.
Normally, thinking about those rumors made her vaguely sick. Now? She wasn’t able to keep her attention on it long enough to care. Every fiber of her being was focused on the bullet inside her, and what it might do next.
Adra licked her lips, and tried to ignore the wet pressure between her thighs.
“That’s right,” she said. “I’m one of the consultants they’ve brought on.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard there are rumors swirling around,” Brooke said, leaning in and smiling, like they were old friends. “This is such a hot project, and everybody wants in, and you’re one of the only people that’s read the script! What can you tell us about the rumors that the movie involves the ‘other woman?’”
Adra took a deep breath, and forced her brain to go into gear. This was sneaky. Making it seem like the question was about the movie, when everyone and their mother would know what this was really about.
Focus, Adra. Take control.
“Oh, that’s false,” Adra said. “I mean, there’s no cheating in the script I read, and I’m grateful for that, because I don’t know how comfortable I would have been in that situation. I’m sure you’ve heard the other rumors, Brooke?”
Brooke stumbled. Then she smiled, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Well…”
“Those rumors in the press are so mean-spirited, and they make me so sad,” Adra said, realizing how true that was for the first time. “I mean, Derrick and Ellen are committed to each other, and I hate to hear anyone disparaging their relationship. Derrick and I were involved ages ago—”
Lola laughed. “Hey, don’t date us. I’m still twenty-nine and holding.”
Adra elbowed her friend, getting a giggle out of Lola. She was grateful for the levity. It made Adra seem less defensive, which was probably Lola’s intent. That woman knew how to work a camera.
“Anyway, back in the ice age,” Adra said, “We found out we were just wrong for each other, you know? And Derrick and Ellen are so right,” Adra went on, telling herself it wasn’t actually a lie. Maybe they were? Ellen definitely put up with Derrick, and he’d protected her, so far. “I love seeing my friends happy and in love. I love seeing them end up with the person they’re supposed to be with. It just…it fills me with joy.”
That part, at least, was true.
Lola squeezed Adra’s hand. And Adra thought about how, in real life, even though she really wasn’t the other woman, they were still sneaking around. It wasn’t real. But Ford had had a wife, an actual wife, once…
Jesus, where did that come from?
“So who are you with, Adra?” Brooke said, coming in for the kill. “Inquiring minds…”
Adra opened her mouth to answer—and the bullet turned on.
She nearly yelped out loud.
Instead she dug her fingers into the couch, pressed her lips together, and tried desperately to remain still.
They were all staring at her.
Ford…
God, she wouldn’t care if he showed up right then and there—that would be an answer to that question, wouldn’t it? If he showed up right now, she’d do whatever he wanted…
“We keep our personal lives personal here at Volare,” Lola said, stepping in. “We’re not going to disclose anyone’s personal business unless they consent to it. House rule.”
“Oh, that’s no fun,” Brooke laughed.
“Depends on whether you’re a member or not,” Lola said, smiling.
And the bullet finally stopped.
Adra exhaled suddenly and took a long, deep breath. She had to leave. She had to go, right fucking now, and find Ford. She had to.
“Are we all done?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Um, yeah, I think—”
“Thanks,” she said, and got up to go find the man who held her in the literal palm of his hand.
chapter 15
Ford decided to have some mercy. He sent Adra a text ordering her to come meet him.
He’d been in her office for about fifteen minutes, wondering how long it would take her to come looking for him, but he didn’t want to torture her needlessly. Over an hour should be more than sufficient.
His favorite part was when he heard her rush up to her own office door, stop, and then knock. On her own door: she knocked.
She was his sub.
“Come in,” he said.
Adra opened the door, entered, and quickly closed it behind her, leaning back against it after she did so. She looked a little breathless, a little flushed, a lot turned on. She couldn’t take her eyes off him the whole time.
She looked fucking amazing.
“Where were you?” he asked.
“Giving an interview,” she said.
Ford threw his head back and laughed. “On camera?”
“Yes,” she said, eyes flashing. “You made me look like…”
“Like what?”
She didn’t answer.
“What were you thinking about?”
“You,” she whispered.
Ford pushed himself back from her desk. He was sprawled in her big chair, feeling very much lord of the realm, and he wanted her to see it. Besides, she’d need room.
“Be specific,” he ordered.
“You, fucking me,” she said, without hesitation. Then she licked her lips. “Your cock.”
Ford heard himself growl.
“Come here,” he said.
Fuck, just the way she walked. He could tell she was so swollen and primed that she could feel every step. He’d make her feel a whole lot more in about a minute.
Adra stopped right in front of him, her back straight, her breasts out, her head slightly down. Beautiful. Everything about her was always so damn perfect.
He pulled her closer, between his sprawled legs, and said, “On your knees.”
Adra bit her lip, smiling, and then obeyed.
There was a beat. A moment. She was staring at his erection, already so visible through his slacks. Ford wanted to see what she’d do.
“Suck me,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
And she freed his now aching cock with an expression approaching actual awe. The pure lust he saw there made his cock jump, and Adra smiled as she bent down and took him in her mouth.
Ford groaned.
She felt fucking incredible. Just like he knew she would.
His body moved on its own, thrusting gently into her mouth, moving with her while her tongue worked a fucking miracle. Ford threaded one hand through her hair and took hold, wanting her to know who was in control, as if she could forget.
“Be careful,” he managed to rasp.
And then he turned the bullet on.
Adra moaned long and loud and the vibrations carried through to his dick, driving him higher. Jesus, she was good. He had been thinking he’d come in her mouth, but watching her, feeling her on him, knowing she was feeling it too—he wanted to bury himself in her.
“Get up,” he said, and pulled her off of him, pulling her up to her own desk.
He pushed her down on that desk. He looked at her wet lips, her lidded eyes, her flushed skin.
And then he thrust his hand between her legs.
Adra jack-knifed forward as she moaned again, her hands going to his arm instinctively. She was so sensitive by now, so goddamn sensitive.
He was gentle as he could be, even though his hard-on demanded he be quick.
He reached between her legs and pulled out the bullet.
She looked up at him, brows furrowed, apparently past the point of thinking and only missing the sensation. He was almost there, himself.
Fuck waiting.
He pushed her flat on the desk, held her down with his hand between her breasts, and entered her.
Slowly.
So fucking slowly.
So slowly they could both feel every single inch, and Adra’s expression went from desperate to delirious, her hands pulling at him, her body pulling at him.
And then, when they were both on the point of setting fire to the world if they didn’t get what they needed, he started to move.
He angled himself to hit her g-spot and thrust as deep, as strong, as long as he could, watching her writhe and moan and beg as he held her down with his thumb on her clit, like she was speaking in tongues, like she’d lost all sense. She came almost immediately, and she came hard, so hard that Ford had to grab hold of something, force himself not to come with her. And then after that, Ford let go.
