by Breena Wilde
“You’re such a kitten, Scarlett.” Zane’s voice is low, earnest but his gaze is dangerous.
She squirms in her seat. Shakes her head. “Hey, no one makes it in this business by being sweet.” Then she gives me a pointed look. “Certainly no one makes it for long on their back.”
“Fuck you,” I whisper.
Nigel is still laughing so hard tears are streaming down his cheeks. I’m half tempted to reach over and smack the top of his balding head, see if that’ll shut him up.
“Ooooh, a bad ass. Doesn’t change anything.” She sniffs, takes a sip of her drink.
Zane is squeezing my knee so hard I’m sure there’ll be bruises, but I don’t care. He asked me to “come here.” I didn’t want to. He can deal with the fall out.
“I bet you’re just scared of doing those scenes. Probably don’t even have a pussy. Maybe… Is that why you don’t want to do it? Or maybe it’s dried up and shriveled. A wrinkly mess that couldn’t fuck even if you wanted it to.”
Nigel’s laughs turn into full-blown cackles. “Shit. This girl is perfect, Johnny.”
Scarlett leans back in her chair. “You better rein in your whore, Zane, or I’m walking.”
Zane stands. “I think you and I should have a private chat.” He offers his hand to Scarlett.
She takes it and stands. “Yes, let’s.”
As they walk way, she turns back and casually flips me off.
Chapter 7
We ride home in silence. He won’t talk to me. Won’t even look my direction. I can’t help but think about Scarlett and what she and Zane discussed. Whatever it was didn’t make him happy.
When they came back to the table she seemed smug. Zane’s emotions were coiled like a snake wound too tight. I could feel his tension and wondered if he was angry at me.
Probably, I think, resting my head against the seat and closing my eyes.
When the limo stops, I sit up. It’s then I notice we aren’t at the hotel, but we’re at the warehouse. The one with the Blue Room inside.
Shit! He is mad.
The door opens and Zane gets out first. I follow.
Zane doesn’t wait. He hurries to the warehouse door and yanks it back so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t come off the hinges.
Lincoln’s features are back to stoic. “Tread lightly,” he whispers, so low I barely hear him. He starts toward the door.
A wave of panic sneaks over me. Should I run?
Where, I answer myself. Me and my big fucking mouth.
Taking a deep breath, I follow Lincoln. Inside, he leads me down the hall. The door to the Blue Room is open. The bed in the middle of the room is made. Near the edge of the bed are strips of leather and silver chains.
I swallow my fear. Game face, I tell myself.
“Mr. Zane wants you to take off your dress. Leave everything else on. He’ll be in soon.”
He steps outside the room and closes the door. I sigh. This is my life. I resolve myself to whatever will come next.
The dress slides off easily. I search in vain for a hanger but there isn’t one. At the end of the bed are the leather straps. I set down the dress and pick up one of the pieces of leather. Silver buckles line the ends.
While I’m checking it out, the door opens. It’s Zane. He’s wearing only his pants and a grim expression. He brings heated electricity and I can’t help but sit.
I feel like I should say something, apologize, even though I have nothing to be sorry about. Unless I embarrassed him. Maybe that’s it. “I’m sorry,” I begin.
He steps toward me.
“Really, I shouldn’t have said anything. I can fix it. Talk to her. Tell her she’s lovely or whatever she needs to hear.” The thought of spending time in the same room with that bitch makes me ill, but I’d do it because I don’t want Zane to back out of the deal. I want him to pay for college. I want to learn the business.
You want to continue to fuck him too, I think, and realize it’s true.
He’s standing so close our knees are touching.
“I mean it. I know I fucked up and I’m sorry.”
Zane’s hardened face softens slightly. “Get on the bed and lay on your stomach.”
My shoulders fall. “Okay.”
When I’m in position I feel his weight on the bed behind me. The tinkling of the buckles and chains reach my ears. I feel him wrap the soft leather around one ankle. Then the other.
“Give me your hands,” he says.
I turn my face, trying to see him. He’s waiting. I put my arms behind my back. He wraps a leather cuff around each wrist.
“I’m going to put a cuff around your neck.” He moves so that his knee is pressing against my pussy. He gathers my hair into a ponytail and wraps a hair band around it. The act is such a simple one, but it sends shivers through my body.
His fingers caress the front of my neck before he wraps a leather cuff around it. Then he connects everything so my neck, arms and legs are hooked together. My legs are spread wide and my pussy presses into the bed. It rubs against my clit. The pearl ring is still attached. A surge of ecstasy surges through my body. I try to readjust and pull my legs together, but that causes my neck to yank back.
Zane then produces a tan ball attached to a leather strap. “This goes in your mouth.”
“No, please. It’ll make me gag.” I try to shake my head back and forth, but he grabs my ponytail and holds my head steady.
“Your sassy mouth must be silent.” He presses the ball between my teeth and ties the leather strap in a knot at the back of my head. My tongue and mouth explore the ball. It tastes like mint and isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
He leaves the bed and walks over to the sex toys table. When he returns he’s carrying a riding crop and a dildo.
He sets them in my line of sight and sits on the bed.
I’d apologize again if I could speak, but I can’t so I lay still and wait.
He takes a deep breath. “Dinner did not go the way I planned.” He strokes my cheek and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I always get what I want, sweet Cadence. Always.” He gets on the bed and kisses my cheek. “And right now I want you.” He moves his hand under my pussy to my clit. “Ah, you are still wearing it. Good.” He flicks it and I groan.
Holy fuck.
Zane slides the dildo into my pussy. With the flick of a button it starts to vibrate. The gratification is instantaneous. The pressure builds and I orgasm before I have a chance to really feel it.
I try to move my body, but it’s difficult.
“All you can do, sweet Cadence, is take it. Accept it, and then take it some more.” He pulls the dildo out and presses it against my ass. It’s slippery from my pussy and goes in easily.
He pulls me so my knees are on the edge of the bed and slides his dick inside my pussy. The feeling of double penetration is new. I’ve never fucked two men before, or even had another client do something like this. It’s different. I feel so full.
As he fucks me in the pussy, he moves the dildo in and out of my ass. The movement pushes the pearl against my clit and I feel another orgasm coming.
“This is how it should be. You with your legs spread apart, anxious for me, waiting for me to fuck you. God, you’re like the Queen of Whores. And Scarlett. I know she’s a bitch. I told you she was. But you and your sassy mouth, your haughty attitude nearly cost me my leading lady.”
I know. I know, I think, trying to feel bad. But my body feels too good. He picks up the riding crop and as I come again, he slaps me on the back. I flinch, expecting the pain to come from my ass cheek. The surprise makes my orgasm come stronger.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, I think. But he doesn’t let up. His dick slams into me over and over. My body is overwrought with all of the sensations. When I feel my body about to crest on another orgasm, Zane stops.
Dammit, I think with a mixture of relief and sadness.
He unhooks my wrists from my ankles and my neck. I didn’t realize how tense my
body was until it’s finally able to relax. Lastly, he removes the ball, kissing my lips. His hands caress my arms. His fingertips slide over my stomach and down to my clit. He tugs on the pearl and I moan.
“Fuck, Cadence. You’re beautiful.”
He kneels in front of me and slides his cock into me, moving in and out slowly. I put my hands above my head and close my eyes. The sensation is amazing, gratifying. He leans down and teases my nipple with his teeth, touching the pearl necklace he gave me earlier tonight.
“You were the most beautiful woman in the restaurant, sweet Cadence.”
A fire slowly starts to build between my thighs, the embers crackling into a roaring flame. Zane speeds up, thrusting faster and faster until our bodies shudder together. He falls on top of me. His face is turned away and his hair is in my face. It smells of lime and vanilla, the shampoo from the Blue Room. It isn’t in the hotel room. I’ve used that shampoo once already; it’s scented pomegranate and apple.
I can’t help but wonder if he was in here with someone else earlier today. If he was, did he use protection? Or does he fuck all of his women the way he fucks me?
I realize I’m angry, jealous even, and that pisses me off. He’s my client. I work for him. This isn’t a romantic relationship. It isn’t any kind of relationship. I agreed to fuck him for six months, and in return he promised to pay for my college.
Zane smiles and moves away. “I’ve got some work to do at the office, but Lincoln will take you back to the hotel.”
I sit up. “Yes, Mr. Zane.”
He pulls on his pants. “See you later, sweet PFA.”
Chapter 8
The next morning I shower and put on a gray wraparound dress with matching ankle boots. I put my hair up in a messy bun and apply some pink gloss to my lips and light shadow and mascara to my eyelids and lashes.
Zane never came back to the hotel room, and I can’t help but wonder where he is.
The pearl necklace and the clean clit ring are back in the black box. I would’ve put them in the safe, but I don’t know where it is. Instead I tuck it in the drawer with my under clothes. I’m not hungry, so I skip breakfast.
Lincoln drives me to the office. He’s still stoic and I feel bad. I know it’s my fault he isn’t happy, but I’m not sure how to fix it.
When I open the door to the bungalow offices, the double blondes sneer at me. I sneer back and move down the hall.
Zane’s door is closed. I am about to knock when I hear Zane’s voice on the other side of the door. “Scarlett wants this. For the sake of the show, I’m going to allow it, but you’d better keep you mediocre dick away from Cadence or you’ll never work in this town again.”
Holy shit. Who’s he talking to?
I immediately find out when the door flies open and John Cruze storms out. His eyes catch mine briefly. He peruses my outfit and a smile lights his face, giving me full access to his gorgeous dimple. “You look beautiful,” he says quietly.
“Thanks,” I respond, taking in the way his white tee shirt clings to every rippled muscle, and how his jeans sit low on his hips, a black belt in the loops. With my eyes I hope he sees how hot I think he is—but this close to Zane I don’t say anything else.
John sighs. “I guess we’ll be working together. Should be fun.” He pats me on the arm and walks away.
What the fuck is he talking about? There’s no way we’re working together.
I peek into Zane’s office. He’s leaning back in his leather chair, tapping a pencil on his knee. “Come in,” he says.
I do and am about to close the door when he stops me. “Don’t close it, this won’t take long.”
“Okay,” I respond, and turn toward him.
He drinks me in like I’m his favorite bourbon. “John is right, you do look beautiful today. Soft.”
“Thanks,” I say and smile, gauging his mood. I don’t want him to be mad. If last night showed me anything it’s that I like this set up a whole lot more than what I’d been doing: fucking different men every night. Zane can be difficult, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I just need to keep my mouth shut.
Zane sits forward and picks up a thick stack of paper. “Your job today is to read this script. The passages marked in pink are where you’ll be stepping in for Scarlett and taking her place.”
I take the thick script from him. On the front is the title: The Supernatural Client List and I realize this is the film, the one with John Cruze. Scarlett will play his love interest, Felicia Jordan. My heart pounds in my throat. I fall into a chair.
“Zane, I can’t.” It’s the idea, being naked and vulnerable with a man I have feelings for. It’s pretending I care about him, that I want to fuck him, when I really have those feelings. It goes against my fourth rule, and I just can’t.
His calm demeanor changes to fury. He rises, slamming his hands against the desk. “Cadence, you can and you will.” He comes around and takes my face in his hands. “You agreed to this, agreed to be my personal fucking assistant and I’m personally telling you that I don’t give a fuck if you want to do it or not, you will. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?”
I swallow and nod.
He releases my face, caressing my bottom lip with his thumb. “You’ll pay for your silence and the misuse of my name later. Now get out.” He sits in his chair with a thud and turns toward his computer monitor.
“Yes, Mr. Zane.”
Chapter 9
I’m about a third of the way through the script. It’s interesting, following the usual guidelines of a story.
It starts out with a cocky young CIA agent-in-training named Justice Reynolds. He graduates top of his class. All of his friends want to be him and all the ladies want to do him. A covert agency of the CIA asks him to join their group. Justice agrees.
He completes several operations with his partner, Felicia Jordan, played by the bitchy Scarlett. After several operations it’s discovered the agency isn’t a part of the CIA but is a radical group called the Jade Keepers.
Both Justice and Felicia turn double agents and begin working for the actual CIA. They also break protocol and act on their feelings for each other.
They meet secretly in Japan after completing a mission.
INT – Lush Hotel Room – Night 37
Felicia sits on her bed in a lavender silk robe, flipping channels. Candles are lit around the room, giving off a romantic ambience. There’s a knock at the door. Felicia opens the door and Justice is there.
FELICIA
Hi.
She leans against the door, showing a bare leg.
JUSTICE
Hey yourself.
He runs a hand along her thigh before walking past her into the room.
FELICIA
You want a drink?
She closes the door.
JUSTICE
No, I want you.
He pulls at the sash around her waist and pushes the robe off her body so she’s standing in front of him, naked. Justice takes in her body before leaning down and kissing her deeply. His hands roam her body, cupping her ass. He lifts her and carries her over to the bed and lays her down.
FELICIA
Sighs
What are you waiting for?
She pinches one of her nipples. Justice quickly undresses and climbs on her, tugging her thigh, pulling her closer. She reaches up and grabs him by the neck, kissing him, their tongues intertwining. They move all over the bed and fuck until their bodies are sweaty .
JUSTICE
You feel so good, Felicia. I love (he pauses, unable to tell her how he really feels, that he’s fallen in love with her) your body.
FELICIA
I love your body too.
She runs a hand over his short hair and down his back to his ass.
The whole time I’m reading this I can’t help but imagine John Cruze and myself in the scene together. It’s a little cheesy, but not raunchy. It seems pretty tame to me. Still, my pussy is wet at the idea.
There’
s a knock and Zane opens the door. “How’s it going?” he asks, stepping in and closing the door behind him.
I shrug. “Good. I’ve just finished the first sex scene. It seems pretty straightforward. I can’t believe Scarlett has a problem with this. It isn’t even a little raunchy.”
Zane chuckles. “The next one is a little worse. Angry sex,” he says, and moves forward.
“Ah,” I say and smile.
“Last night, your comments about her dried up girl parts are probably pretty close to the truth. I made a few phone calls and after some coaxing was informed that Scarlett has never done a sex scene. No one knows why, but she refuses.” He takes the script from me and pulls me up. “I’m sorry I’ve been angry.” He shakes his head. “I’m a man who likes things to go my way.” He gazes into my eyes. “Can you forgive me for last night?”
I lean against him. “Yes, if you can forgive me for my sassy mouth.”
“Only if you use it on my dick right now, sweet PFA,” he says with a cheeky smile.
In response I unzip his pants and reach inside. His massive cock is warm and hard. I kneel in front of him and take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around him.
He grips my shoulders. “Cadence, your mouth is like fucking heaven.”
I suckle him, wrap one hand around the end, and run it up and down his dick with my mouth. With the other I take his balls in my hand and squeeze them gently.
He sucks in. “Holy shit.” He lifts me off my knees and turns me so my ass is toward him, then he raises my dress and sticks a finger in my pussy. “So fucking wet.” He slides his cock inside, pushing into me until I’m filled.
I moan at the feeling and he rocks into me again and again. The incredible heat builds. “Zane. Fuck, I’m going to come all over your enormous cock. Aw, fuck.” I grab the edge of my desk as my orgasm explodes around him.
His soon follows.
After a few more thrusts, he pulls out. He zips his tan pants and tucks in his black shirt, then walks to the door. “I’ll be gone the rest of the day. Finish the script and I’ll see you at the hotel tonight.”
