by Ally Vance
Stepping back into the studio, I freeze. The lights are all off and the normally open, airy space has been plunged into darkness. A single light remains on, one of Carters filming lights with a softbox surround illuminates the bed, the black silk sheets beckoning. Even the screens that usually give off an eerie glow while we shoot are turned off except one.
“Carter?” My voice reverberates through the air, filling the room. Silence. I can’t even hear him breathe. “Carter? This isn’t funny.”
I move closer to the light, watching it cast shadows across my skin as I stand in its path. I’m in the spotlight, literally, and something about that makes my skin tingle. All the tension I felt with Dex seems to melt away as I peer into the blackness, trying to find the camera man with the brooding eyes.
I’m still wearing my harness, and every now and again, the metal loops glint in the light as I shift, trying to detect any sign of Carter. I rub my palms on my thighs, swallowing as my fight or flight response begins to kick in. It tastes delicious. The tension. The nerves. The excitement. He could be anywhere. He could be watching me as I grip the edge of my skirt, bunching the fabric in my fists, or he might not even be here at all.
No, I feel eyes on me. I can feel them roaming over my skin. And it’s making me hot, as I stand under the light, exposed. The air shifts somewhere behind me, and I feel him closing in. If it even is him.
“Carter…” Even my words seem to tremble, as they brokenly slip from my lips.
I flinch when he reaches out from behind and brings a blindfold over my eyes. He was closer than I thought, and for some reason, that just thrills me more as his hands move to my waist.
His mouth brushes against the shell of my ear. “Safeword is ‘Oranges.’ Say it, and I’ll stop.”
Pushing me backwards onto the bed, the silk clings to my skin as I crawl up towards the headboard and rest on my elbows, waiting for him to join me. I can feel the mattress dip under his weight, the sound of his steady breathing almost drowned out by my own heartbeat as he moves closer. Slowly. Agonizingly slow.
I can’t help the way my body shivers. Biting my bottom lip, I grin. “I’m never going to say it, I hate oranges.”
A hand grabs onto my ankle, and he yanks me onto my back fully before gliding his hands up my body, forcing my legs apart. Carter places a gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh, and I swear I can feel it all over my body as his mouth moves on my skin.
“I know.”
Chapter Five
Carter
I’ve lost my mind. With Ruby, I’d drawn a line between us, and now I was erasing it with my tongue. When she’d gone to the bathroom to remove her disguise, I’d rung Hugh about the technical issues. He wasn’t pleased since he paid for the best servers on the market, but while we were talking, everything had come back online. However, lots of the performers had gone home, like Dex had, thinking tonight was a write-off. That became my moment of no return—I don’t know why I said it, it was reckless and the words slid from my lips too easily, but I promised him a show.
Fastening the black half-mask over my face, it’s like something has come over me. I’ve been possessed by Ruby. She’s under my skin in the worst way, and I’ve been denying myself up until this moment. I wanted her. I watched her. Now, I was being given a chance to live out my fantasy. To own her.
Turning off the main lights, I set up the lightboxes and camera, making sure to turn the monitor, with the brightness on low, so I could keep an eye on it as Ruby hums to herself as she brushes out her hair. She has the door closed, but I’ve watched her routine so many times now, I know it by heart. Hugh was going to broadcast us on every DIX channel that wasn’t streaming, that way there would still be a show, all I had to do was keep Ruby in the shadows until I got the blindfold on her, protecting her identity from the rest of the world since I wasn’t the type inclined to share—as evidenced by the way I wanted to strangle that fucker Dex earlier. Ruby brought out my green-eyed monster, and it wanted blood.
“Don’t say my name until this is over,” I whisper against her thigh. Her skin is delectably soft, and she lets out a soft whimper as I sink my teeth in.
“What?”
I kiss the angry red mark I’ve left. “You’re on camera, the world is watching.”
Ruby moans, making me grin. I wasn’t expecting her to stiffen or push me away, but you never could be sure, and I had to be certain she was secure in the boundaries I was setting because once I tasted her, she was mine.
“You still have the safe word,” I remind her as my tongue traces invisible patterns on her flesh.
“Why are you still talking?” she growls, lifting her hips as she writhes beneath me.
“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here,” I remind, as I push her legs further apart, stretching her and applying a little pressure until I hear a hitched exhale.
The cameras are set up to capture two viewpoints, which means I don’t have to worry about angles or positioning as much as I would if this was an amateur show.
She’s wearing a red lace thong, barely a scrap of material that covers almost nothing. I know her pussy is already slick, because of the way the fabric clings to the shape of her.
Mouth hovering over her, I command, “Grab your legs, behind your knees and hold them. If you let go, I’ll stop.”
She nods enthusiastically, and it makes my dick twitch. Fuck, other than some nibbles and a lick here and there, I haven’t even touched her yet, and it already felt like I was about to burst. Rubbing my nose along her slit, I take my time—for both of our sakes. Through the silk fabric, I lick, flattening my tongue against her clit.
Watching as she bites down on her bottom lip, I kiss the skin above her panty line. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Her cheeks are flushed, and her tits bounce against the harness every time she squirms, but she keeps a firm hold on her legs. “I...I want you to touch me…”
“Here?” I trail a finger across her cunt, following the contours of her body along the string that’s wedged up her ass. “Or maybe here?”
“Yes.”
I grin at her laboured reply as the tip of my finger brushes over her asshole. I guess Ruby was filthier than I thought, but that worked just fine for me.
“Where?” I’m teasing her now, moving my thumb along the same path my finger just made but with more pressure.
“Everywhere!” she rasps, trying to push herself onto my fingers.
Chuckling, I pull my hand back completely. “Aren’t you a greedy one?”
I’ve wanted Ruby since the first time I saw her come on camera, since the first time she looked at me with her cheeks pink and her body trembling from the release. She became my obsession. I have never seen her like this, not this...desperate. And it was going straight to my head.
“Fuck me, please. Touch me. Do something.”
“Beg louder, the audience can’t hear you,” I murmur against her stomach as I push her skirt up around her hips, giving the camera unfettered access to the same view I have.
“Please! Fuck me!” The words sound feral from her sweet mouth, but it’s all I need to hear as I thrust two fingers inside her. Her body tightens around me, begging for more, and I’m only too happy to indulge as I bury my face back into her crotch, flicking my tongue over her clit. Her hands slacken a little, and I suck on the swollen nub in warning. If she drops those legs, she’ll be punished.
She tastes like temptation and sin, like something I know I’ll regret in the morning, but right now, it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. Her body shivers, and I want nothing more than to wrap my hand around her throat and drive myself inside her, but I promised Hugh a show, not a five-minute fuck, and since I’d waited this long, I wasn’t ready for it to be over anytime soon.
“I’m...I’m gonna…” Her words puncture the heady atmosphere, and I grin.
“No, you’re not. I haven’t given you permission yet.” Shifting, so that I’m sittin
g back on my knees, I just look at her for a moment. There truly isn’t a better sight than Ruby, exposed, vulnerable and hungry for my touch. It’s addictive.
I keep pumping my fingers in and out of her, watching the way they glisten in the shadowy lighting, coated in her juices. Fuck. So wet. So ready.
Taking my other hand, I move up her body before freeing one of her breasts from the ridiculous demi bra. Those things covered nothing, they were pointless packaging for an exquisite product, just to give the illusion of unwrapping something.
Pinching her nipple, I explain the rules of the game. “I’m going to count to ten, and if you can hold on that long, I’ll let you come on my dick. If you can’t...you’ll be punished.”
“Christ!” she grunts as I lean over her body and suck the same nipple I was just twisting between my thumb and forefinger. “Play fairly,” she demands while threading her fingers into my hair and pulling me closer to her.
“I never play fair.” I’m glad she’s blindfolded, because if she could see my face right now, she’d know everything. Murmuring against her skin, I begin my countdown. “One.”
She’d realise that we were always building to this. “Two.”
“Three.” That I had been obsessed with her since the first moment I met her. That I was never going to let her escape. “Four.”
She was mine. I knew it would be like this. “Five.”
Swirling my thumb over her clit, I continue to fuck her with my hand. “Six…” Her pussy begins to clamp down around my fingers, and we both know she’s lost as a breathy ‘Fuccckkkkkkkk’ fills the air.
“How disappointing,” I drawl, giving the camera a smirk. A quick glance over at the monitor shows me that the hearts are rolling in, along with the comments, and I know the take-home will be a hefty pay out. I’m not really disappointed, in fact I was aiming for this exact outcome. “Punishment it is then.”
Flipping her over, still in a post-orgasmic haze, I grab her hips and pull her ass in the air, forcing her onto all fours. The first camera has a perfect view of her face and tits, while the one to the side will show anyone watching exactly what I’ve got planned.
Chapter Six
Ruby
I can’t see, I can only feel, and holy hell can I feel. Everything. Every touch. Every bite. Every breath on my skin. It’s sensory overload as I wait for the next touch, anticipating it, begging for it. And this is just the foreplay.
It should bother me that we’re on camera, that he didn’t ask me first...but honestly? It was hot as hell. Carter was running his tongue up my spine. Carter...the aloof man I’d been trying to seduce since day one was now kneeling behind me with his hard-on pressed into my ass.
“Last time, what’s the safe word?”
I snort. “A disgusting citrus fruit.”
He chuckles, and it’s a sound that goes straight to the pit of my stomach as the butterflies are unleashed. Carter was offering me an out, but I didn’t want it. Something sharp and cold closes around my left nipple, sending a jolt of pain through me. The sensation is repeated on my right, and I assume they’re nipple clamps, a theory that proves correct as he tugs on a chain, linking the two, making me whine. I’m not even ashamed of the noises I make at this point, I just want more. I want him inside me. I want him fucking me so hard, I forget my own name.
I wasn’t expecting the first spanking, the cool leather paddle slamming against my ass so hard it makes me lurch forward as the burning sensation spreads out across my skin. His cool hand moves over my muscle, soothing the burn slightly but doing nothing to remove the sting.
“There will be four spankings to make up the numbers you missed earlier. That one was just a warm-up.” His voice must sound calm to the viewers, but that’s because they don’t know any better. This is Carter raw, unleashed. The soft gravel to his tone, is him barely holding on, and I love that I can tell that with my eyes shut.
I wiggle my hips, shaking my ass slightly as I tease him. “Is that all you’ve got?”
The air shifts as he threads a hand through my natural hair, grabs a handful and yanks me upright. Biting into my neck, the feel of his body against mine, makes my whole body clench. I want this so fucking bad. I would let him bite every inch of me for a few moments of this. I wonder if he’ll give me a copy of the show when we’re done here? I want to watch it. I want to remember every moment and relive these sensations over and over again.
His mouth crashes against mine as he forces my face to his, and we kiss over my shoulder. It should feel awkward, this is our first kiss, but instead it’s electric. He tastes like coffee, nicotine and sex, and I need more.
Carter nips at my bottom lip before whispering in my ear, “Don’t say you didn’t ask for it.” With a soft shove, he pushes me back down, this time forcing my face into the silk sheets, his hand firmly on the back of my neck, holding me in place.
“Count it.”
“One.” I groan, anticipation killing me, and the ache between my legs building as I crave more. A loud thwack fills the room as the paddle pushes me deeper into the mattress.
I wait for the next one, my skin tingling, on fire from the impact. It comes seconds later, and another groan is ripped from my mouth. “Two.”
“Good girl.” His hand moves down my back and then returns to my neck, it’s oddly comforting when the intensity is threatening to overwhelm me. He squeezes lightly, before laying the third one on me.
“Fuck,” I grunt, this one was harder, almost making me fold into the bed with the weight of the pressure. “Three.”
“Say the words and I’ll stop,” Carter says once again.
“Ask me for my consent one more time and I’ll scream your name for everyone to hear.” Hissing, I push my raw ass back into him, whimpering at the friction with his trousers. “I understand the rules, now either spank me or fuck me or I swear to god…”
He chuckles and something lands on the bed next to me, I think it’s the paddle, the fourth spanking forgotten as I hear the sound of a zip being dragged down and clothing being removed.
My hands fist the silk sheets, of course Carter was getting naked while I was blindfolded and unable to see anything. He better give me the video after this. I’d make him.
A sharp slap fills my ears, the last spanking done with his hand, but before I have time to register it or the warm pain spreading through my lower limbs, he’s inside me with one thrust.
“Fuccccccckk,” I scream into the sheets, grabbing them as if they could steady the explosion that was building.
“Not fuck,” Carter mockingly scolds. “Four. Say it.”
His fingers bite into my hip, as he pounds me with a frenzy I never thought the cold man was capable of. “Fo-fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I breathe, words vanishing from my head as another orgasm builds.
Leaning forward, Carter grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back, pinning me in place, with my ass still in the air. “Say...four!” he demands between thrusts, but I refuse to let the words pass my lips. Let him fuck me into submission, I want him to. I want him to reduce me to a quivering mess as he hits my G-spot.
“Say FOUR!” he roars, yanking my head back again by my hair, but the joke is on him as the pain sends my body over the edge. It takes a lot to make me come from sex alone, but it does happen, especially since I’m this horny and Carter knows what he’s doing.
“Fuckinggg…” I pant as my body begins to tighten around his, wanting to prolong the feeling. It’s like every nerve has imploded as my orgasm is ripped mercilessly from me. And as I try to ride out the storm, I’m barely able to whisper, “Fucking four.”
Carter massages my ass cheek, his hand cool against the sore skin as he pulls out. And I whimper at the loss of him. “What? Where are you going?”
There’s movement as he clambers off the bed, and I can hear rustling and something beeping before he returns.
“I’ve got the handheld camera,” he explains as he stands near the edge of the bed. “You’re going to cle
an up the mess you’ve made on my dick.”
Even though I’ve been thoroughly fucked, I’m glad we’re not done yet. Carter has kept me at arm’s length for so long, I’m desperate for any scraps he wants to give me. I need him to need me with the same intensity I feel, to sink my teeth into his skin and hold on, until we’re both exhausted.
I sit up and shuffle towards the sound of his voice. Reaching out, my fingers hit something hard and warm, and I realise it’s one of his muscular thighs. As a photographer and camera operator, I was used to seeing him squatting in all sorts of positions, and it had obviously done wonders for his body.
“Enjoying yourself there?” he asks with a smug tone, and I blush. I’d been rubbing my hands up his thighs for a few minutes, just relishing the feel of him beneath me.
Chapter Seven
Carter
Fuck. I’d fucked up, big time. Once was not going to be enough. When this show was done, how was I supposed to walk away? To go back behind the camera as she fucked dickheads like Dex?
She makes a fist around my cock, and I suppress a groan. Holding the camera in one hand, I aim it so it’s looking down at her beautiful face and my raging hard-on. My other hand goes to her hair, it’s a territorial thing I think. I’m the only one who knows this is her real hair, I’m the only one who’s pulled it as I fuck her on camera. No one else in this industry will see this view, not like this, and that makes something in my chest swell.
