Caught on Camera: Part Four

by Lily Harlem

  “Well, it depends what type of movie you watch as to whether or not you’d recognize us.”

  Stella frowned and stroked her finger around the rim of her glass. “Why, what type of movies are you in?”

  “Porn movies,” Cade said. “We’re porn stars.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Oh, how exciting,” Mindie said, her eyes widening. “Real life porn stars.”

  “Wow, what are you working on?” Stella asked, looking from Cade to Reece.

  Reece couldn’t help but be surprised. Their enthusiastic reaction was the opposite of what he’d expected.

  “It’s a film by Tom Hardon called Slippery Slots.”

  “Sound wicked and dirty,” Stella said, “and perfect for Vegas.”

  “Yeah, it is,” Reece said.

  “So what’s it about?” Mindie asked.

  “A couple who are here, in Vegas, having fun and fulfilling fantasies,” Reece said, relaxing back and resting the base of his drink on the arm of the chair. “You know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

  “Oh, what kind of fantasies?” Stella asked.

  “Is it kinky?” Mindie added.

  “Yeah, really kinky and hot fantasies about threesomes and bondage and flogging and stuff,” Cade said.

  “Very Fifty Shades,” Mindie said with a giggle.

  “So who are the lucky ladies you two handsome guys are acting alongside?” Stella asked.

  Reece glanced at Cade.

  Cade kind of smirked.

  Had he known they’d presume they were two guys in a film with two girls?

  “Yeah, are they here?” Mindie asked, looking over her shoulder.

  “No, they’re not here,” Reece said. “Because there are no ladies in the movie.”

  There was a moment of silence.

  “Oh… I see…” Stella took a glug of her drink, but didn’t take her gaze from Reece.

  Mindie sat back and crossed her legs, showing an expanse of slim thigh. The right side of her lipstick-coated mouth tipped into a knowing smile. “Ah…” she said. “It’s a gay porn movie.”

  “You’ve hit the nail on the head,” Cade said, nibbling on his bottom lip. “No girls allowed.”

  “Damn shame, that,” Stella said. She placed her glass down and wafted her finger between Cade and Reece. “So are you guys, you know, doing each other?”

  “Yeah,” Reece said, smiling at Cade. “We are.”

  “And I’m guessing not just when the camera is rolling,” she said.

  “Regardless of whether the camera is rolling,” Cade said, reaching out and cupping Reece’s cheek. “We are in a relationship.”

  A breath juddered through Reece. Cade had just said it out loud and in front of other people. They were in a relationship. It was just the beginning, but that was what they were doing.

  “How sweet,” Stella said. “And how nice to be getting paid for fucking the person you’re in love with.”

  Reece looked at Cade.

  Cade smiled.

  No, they weren’t ready to say the ‘L’ word yet. But he knew that. “It is kind of cool,” Reece said, “and not exactly a hardship.”

  “Though you do have to be hard,” Cade said with a low chuckle.

  Stella laughed loudly and Mindie joined in, a high-pitched titter of amusement. “Damn, you guys are so bad.”

  “Yeah, we are.” Cade drained his drink. “But I’m afraid we really have to go. Got some rehearsing to do for tonight’s scene.”

  “Yeah, don’t want to cock it up,” Stella said then laughed even harder.

  Cade laughed too and reached for Reece’s hand.

  Reece took it and allowed himself to be pulled to standing.

  “So, where is this shoot?” Mindie asked, her face straightening. “Need any extras?” She paused. “I’m being serious.”

  “As a matter of fact…” Cade said then looked at Reece.

  Reece studied the two women. They had seemed pretty cool about the whole thing. He nodded to Cade.

  Cade licked his bottom lip and turned to the women. “We’re filming at Odin’s Raven later, about ten.”

  “Oh, I know where that is,” Stella said, rubbing her hands together.

  “Good,” Cade wrapped his arm around Reece’s waist and pulled him close. “So if you want to see the movie being made and us in action, come along and ask for the back room. Say Cade and Reece gave you a personal invitation to be in the voyeur section.”

  “Jesus, really?” Mindie said. “You’d do that?”

  “Well no, I’m going to be doing him.” Cade grinned at Reece. “But you’re welcome to come along and watch the show. Though I will warn you… It’s not just fucking—it’s going to get hot and kinky tonight and my little sub is going to have to take whatever I give him.”

  * * * *

  Reece walked through the hotel room door with the word sub ringing around his mind. It was hot as hell to think that tonight he’d be at Cade’s mercy, his pleasure laid bare for all to see, including not just anonymous faces in the audience but also people he could actually put names to.

  “So,” Cade said, walking to the middle of the room and locking his hands behind his back. He looked down at his feet. “Where did you say you wanted me, Sir?”

  Oh fuck. Hearing Cade call him Sir nearly had Reece rushing up to him and fucking him right there and then. But he didn’t. Instead, he tilted his chin and began to undo his shirt, trying to be the epitome of cool.

  “I want you to go the bag, get the flogger and put it on the bed. I then want you to place lube next to it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Cade moved to do as Reece had asked.

  Reece continued to undress but he didn’t take his eyes from Cade. He was fascinated. Cade’s whole demeanor had changed. He was a big bloke but he looked smaller with his head lowered and his movements hurried and eager to please.

  Reece kicked off his jeans and shoes and placed them on the floor by his shirt. But he didn’t remove his boxers. He left them on, with his cock straining against the material.

  Fuck, it was nice watching Cade spread the flogger on the bed, carefully making sure the strands were flat and neat. Reece couldn’t wait to play with it and see if Cade really did enjoy it as much as he professed to.

  “And lube,” Reece reminded him.

  “Yes, Sir.” Cade added a tube of lube to the bed, next to the flogger.

  “Now it’s time for you to strip,” Reece said. “Everything off.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Cade peeled off his shirt then popped the buttons on his jeans.

  Reece walked to the desk and opened the drawer. In it, he knew Cade had stashed the complimentary bag from the airplane. He pulled out the eye mask that blocked light.

  When he turned, Cade was standing by the end of the bed, naked.

  Reece’s cock surged again. Fuck, the bloke was so damn hot—all brawn and chiseled muscles and with a perfect coating of body hair. He was so fucking male he deserved to be worshiped all day, every day.

  With the eye mask held out, Reece walked over to him. It felt a bit odd to be taking the reins so entirely but he was pretty sure he could get used to it. “I want you to wear this so you can really concentrate on feeling the flogger.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Cade allowed Reece to put the mask on.

  Reece carefully made sure it was secure and pressed over Cade’s nose to fit it close. “Can you see?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Reece was pleased. He hadn’t done this before but taking away Cade’s sense of sight gave him space to relax his features and study Cade’s body without giving up any of his new Master persona.

  “Great, now turn around and hold the bed post.”

  Cade did as instructed.

  Reece retrieved a belt from the wardrobe and wrapped it around Cade’s wrists, securing him beneath the large, bulbous knob that sat high on the footboard. Cade could still move, but only a few feet either way.

  “Now hold the top o
f that,” Reece said, placing Cade’s palms flat over the knob. “And bend a bit, so your arse is sticking out.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Cade said, tipping forward slightly and presenting his buttocks to Reece.

  “Now if you hate it, tell me to stop,” Reece said, running his hands up then down Cade’s back.

  “No, if I hate it, I’ll say Henley.”

  “Henley?”

  “Safeword. No other reason for me to say Henley, is there?”

  “I guess not.” Damn, Reece felt stupid. Of course, safeword. He was such an amateur. “Okay, you say Henley, I stop. Other than that, I keep going.”

  “Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”

  Reece stooped and ran his hands over Cade’s buttocks to his inner thighs. He urged his legs apart and eased his hand through the gap to cup his balls.

  “Mmm…” Cade mumbled. “Yeah…”

  “How do you feel, sub?” Reece asked, his mouth moving against Cade’s buttocks. As he’d spoken, he’d curled his hand around Cade’s waist and grabbed his cock.

  He was hard and hot, his girth thick, and his pulse beat onto Reece’s palm.

  “I…I feel surrendered.”

  “And?” Reece gave him a long, slow stroke.

  “And…ah…I feel like yours.”

  “You are mine.”

  “I know. Totally. Yours.”

  “And because you’re mine to do with as I please, I’m going to make you feel that pain-pleasure you crave.”

  “Yes. God, yes.”

  “But you won’t come until I tell you to.”

  “No, Sir. I won’t, Sir.” There was a shaky quality to his voice.

  Reece smiled, his cheek bunching against Cade’s warm buttock. He gave him a lick, up his crack to his lower back, then stood and released him.

  Reaching for the flogger, he felt his heart speed up. It was the first time he’d even held one. He ran his hand over the smooth handle and the domed end that reminded him of a cock head. It was firm and had a flared rim.

  He paused for a moment. He might be an amateur at this Sir and sub business, but he was no novice when it came to fucking and giving another man pleasure.

  Smiling, he made a ring with his fingers around the handle. Oh, yes, this will work very well.

  He moved back to Cade and swept his free hand over his skin, watching his movements closely.

  The light was shining brightly through the slanted window and dust motes danced in a draft.

  Reece could make out every small hair on Cade’s body, each dark freckle and delicate imperfection—though to Reece, Cade was perfect.

  He cupped Cade’s right buttock and gave a practice swing of the flogger, bringing it down on his own leg.

  Cade jerked forward and his cheeks clenched.

  “Easy,” Reece soothed. “Just relax. That was me testing it on myself.” He paused. “But when I start, I want you to tell me, with each of the first three hits, something you’ve especially enjoyed about our time together so far.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Cade said, hanging his head low again and blowing out a long breath. “I understand, Sir.”

  “Good. Are you ready?” Reece’s leg was stinging from the hit, but it was a pleasant strapping feeling that heightened awareness on his skin.

  He studied Cade’s pale buttocks and knew soon they’d be pink and sore.

  A rush of blood flooded his cock and he went to full hardness. His abs tightened and his breathing rate sped up.

  With a swift flick of his wrist, he brought the flogger down on Cade.

  The thwack sung around the room.

  Cade flinched but made no noise.

  “I’m waiting,” Reece said, soothing over the patch of skin the tails had lashed.

  “I…I enjoyed it when you sucked my cock that first time—when we got out of the pool. That was hot. I hardly knew you—just your name—but you got to your knees and opened up for me.”

  “Yeah,” Reece said, raising his arm. “That was hot. You’re right.”

  Again he hit—the opposite buttock this time.

  “Oh fuck, yeah…” Cade groaned and his spine arched.

  Damn, it was good to see that instant bloom of red sear across Cade’s skin.

  “Speak to me,” Reece said, touching Cade and imagining the sting traveling onto his palm.

  “Yeah, yeah…when Bret was here, and you were bent over, we both had fingers in you. That was so fucking sexy.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you were so trusting, so giving, and damn, Bret was so fucking jealous that you were mine—that I was the one who would be in bed with you that night.”

  Reece smiled. Yes, that had been pretty intense and really fucking amazing.

  Another strike, the tresses spanning both buttocks with a slicing whack.

  Cade groaned and Reece reached around and curled his fingers over his cock. He was so fucking hard. The pain seemed to add to Cade’s arousal, just as he’d said it would.

  Cade tipped his head back and moaned. He pushed his hips forward as if to get more tension on his cock.

  “Think of something,” Reece said, squeezing his shaft and rubbing up then down. “One more thing.”

  “It’s not easy, Sir. With you doing that.”

  “Think,” Reece said sternly.

  “Today, at the bar. When that girl was looking at you like she wanted to sit on your face or have your cock in her pussy.”

  Reece raised his eyebrows. “And…? Go on…” he said.

  “Yet I knew. I knew that you’d never be into her.”

  “Why is that hot?” Reece was intrigued and as he’d spoken, he’d let his fingertips massage Cade’s balls.

  “Because I know you. I know what you like, how you prefer to sleep on your side. That you’ve never been to America before, that you don’t like caviar and you’ll happily try new things. I know you, gay you, and that’s sexy.”

  Reece smiled. Cade had hit the jackpot. It was sexy that they were getting closer. It enhanced every part of their relationship.

  He kissed Cade’s shoulder. “Good, very good. Now hold on tight. I’m going to hit you, lots, and really fucking hard. But not because you need punishing. This is your reward for telling me those three things.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Releasing Cade, Reece moved backwards. He gave the flogger a few fast twitches right by Cade’s hip. The air moved and sliced around him and Cade pulled in a breath.

  Then Reece set to it. Over and over he whacked the long flogger strands on Cade’s arse. The initial red bloom became a scarlet blur in the shape of a large cumulus cloud storming over his skin.

  Sweat popped on Reece’s temple, his arm ached and his palm was damp from holding the flogger.

  The sound was sweet and sexy and he was so damn hard from having Cade at his mercy.

  “Oh God, fuck, oh God, please, more…” Cade said, flinging his head back and shoving his buttocks toward the flogger.

  Reece gave it.

  Another ten strokes.

  Another twenty strokes.

  Cade was trembling, his skin shiny with sweat.

  Reece let the flogger rest by his leg. He reached for the lube and gelled up the end.

  “God, I need to come,” Cade said, his voice quivering.

  Reece smiled. “You will. Soon.”

  He then parted Cade’s arse cheeks, exposed his hole and set the slick, domed head of the flogger in the center of his anus.

  Cade groaned, a long, low sound that seemed to be both surrender and delight.

  “Let me in,” Reece said, kissing Cade’s red skin. It was burning hot on his lips. “Let me in. It will be so good.” As he’d spoken, he’d slid the smooth, capped head of the flogger into Cade’s arse.

  Cade juddered and moaned.

  Reece slid it into him some more then angled the tip to where Cade’s prostate was. He set up a slow, firm massage that he knew would have driven him to the point of no return.

  “Oh…
oh…” Cade said, his legs shaking and a shiver traveling up his spine. “Oh…yeah.”

  “Have I hit the spot?” Reece asked.

  “Fuck yeah…but I want to come.”

  “You can. Whenever you want.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Oh…thank you.”

  Reece gripped Cade’s cock and shifted from his squat position to kneeling. He was facing Cade’s left hip and could both wank him off and perform a deep prostate stimulation with the tip of the flogger at the same time.

  The bed creaked as Cade tugged on the wood. He was a jerky, trembling figure and was only just managing to stand.

  Reece sped up his hand movements and increased the pressure on Cade’s cock.

  The flogger was hanging out of Cade’s arse, tail-like. Reece could imagine what a hot scene this would be for Slippery Slots but thank goodness, this was just for them. They needed some privacy. They had to have a few moments that were just for them.

  “Don’t stop…” Cade gasped. “Please don’t stop. I’m coming…”

  “Yes, come.”

  Reece’s cock was so hard, so desperate for release, but he ignored it and worked Cade, brought him to the perfect moment.

  Cade held his breath and locked his knees. His cock stiffened even further then he came. A big shot of cum bolted from his cock and splattered onto the bedpost.

  “Ah…ah…ah…” he shouted. “So fucking good.”

  “Sir. So fucking good, Sir,” Reece prompted.

  “Sir. So fucking good, Sir.” Cade spurted another pulse of pleasure then stilled. A long groan gurgled up from his chest and he hung his head toward the floor.

  “Did that work for you, sub?” Reece asked, continuing very slowly, in tiny, circular movements, to massage his prostate with the end of the flogger.

  “You…know damn well it did,” Cade panted. “The only question is…how do I top that for you?”

  Chapter Twenty

  Odin’s Raven was situated off the bright lights of the Strip—down a street that held several shops closed up for the night—windows blanked with iron shutters—and a couple of bars that had burly bouncers lurking on the pavement.

  Reece walked through the discreet black door. Jack on one side of him, Cade the other. Donna walked a pace ahead, holding the bag of sex toys.