Inked & Dangerous

by Evelyn Glass

  Her voice hitched as she felt me find her clit and pressed into it. “No, sir. Please, I’m not wet. I don’t want this.”

  “I think that’s enough talking for now.” I reached my free hand into my pocket and pulled out a white kerchief. I stuffed it into her mouth as she tried to resist. Still, I could make out her muffled, wanting screams. I grabbed the whip from my side and slapped her right breast, sending it shaking and rattling from the force. Her body collapsed downward, driving my finger even deeper. I inserted a second finger and sped up my motion as I whipped the other tit. Her hips circled in my hands as I felt her instantly get wet. Her body went limp as I struggled to hold her up.

  Once she recovered, I grabbed the bar down off the wall, causing her to fall to the ground. Quickly unlocking her, I took her cuffs into one hand and her long hair into my other, yanking her towards the table made of slabs of wood. She lay down, allowing me to hook the cuffs into the links. I then strapped her legs in, keeping her in place just for me.

  I straddled my legs over her and pressed her large breasts together with my two hands. They made a perfect cavern for my cock to rest in as I felt how warm and soft she was, just like her pussy. As I fondled her nipples, my cock began to go in and out, in and out. This was my turn for some pleasure, and she wasn’t allowed to deny me. Even still, her hips rose in pleasure as they danced underneath me.

  I could have cum right there. I could have exploded all over her neck and tits. She could have been covered in me from head to nipple. But I resisted. I wanted to be inside of her. To take her like this, totally helpless to what I wanted and needed. I sank my body lower, meeting her sweet, soft pussy with my cock. I entered her bit by bit as she squirmed, sending her head back into the plank of wood under her.

  With my hands, I reached back and unhooked her legs and then raised her feet to my face. One two after another, I sucked on them as I began to rock in her, physically pushing her body into the hooks that bound her arms. My teeth pressed down on the pressure point of her toe pads with each hard, deep stroke. She was reeling, trying to control herself. But I was giving her away.

  Even though I could hardly speak, I yelled at her, “You filthy fucking cunt. Only little sluts like you want to be punished. And I can tell by how deep you’re letting me go you deserve this punishment.” I flipped her over to her side, spanking her with my hand before she could move anymore. Two more slaps of my hand and she was pink and rosy, her skin hot to the touch. I grabbed the whip resting at my side and instead flicked at her nipples. My other hand continued to press against her flesh as she screamed over and over again.

  I felt her build up once again, her body trembling as her teeth bit into my white cloth restraint. Finally, I watched as she pushed off of her heels from my shoulders as her pussy sank me in. She had cum again. By my account, I was at eight, at least.

  But it was my turn. She had her share of fun and games. Now this was for real. This was about her and me and what she had hidden. I lowered her legs and placed them across from my hips. Instead of giving her a few seconds to recover, I became relentless, speeding up my plow, pushing into her and circling my cock as it nearly slid out. She was going to feel my pain and discontent from every single angle.

  Kylie’s eyes widened as I let out a long yell of pleasure. The release was seconds away, enough time for me to fall down on her, our faces just inches from one another. I looked into the expanses of her lost eyes as I found myself releasing inside of her. My pumps slowed as I wanted every drop to vanish, every bit to roll out of me and into her. I had given her everything.

  An amused but distant voice called cut from the shadows as I stood and walked away. I wanted no part in what was to be done. I made my way back to the dressing room, discarding the condom in the trash. Pulling the curtain closed behind me, I slipped into the showers and turned on the water on the hottest setting it could go. I needed to wash away whatever it was that I felt. I began to scrub until my fingers wanted to bleed.

  My heart raced; my mind couldn’t settle on a focus. I was desperate to be done, to escape once again. But starting over for a second or third time wasn’t possible. I had my shot to save Kylie and myself years ago, but I didn’t take it. And, now, here I was, trying to run from her and our pasts while finding myself only closer to her.

  As my brain tried to work it out, I felt a draft, a sweep of wind blow across my bare leg. I turned around to see Kylie there, fully naked and already a bit wet. She held a finger to my lips, begging me to not speak. I couldn’t have said anything if I wanted to.

  “What you just did to me was amazing.” She paused before adding, “I don’t want this to be over.”

  I cut her off, “We can’t do this, Kylie.”

  “I know we shouldn’t. I know we can’t. But no one has to know. Just you and me. We can figure this out.” She slipped her hand to my chest, resting it upon my heart.

  I looked at her eyes once more. They were locked on me, determined to get me to say yes, to promise her I’ll stay. I couldn’t give her what I wanted or what she needed. Instead, I gave her this solution, “Neither of us can get out of this contract with Daniel, and I know that there is something more going on here. But I can’t love you like that, Kylie. I can’t let myself feel that for you. We were brother and sister, for god’s sake.”

  “Then don’t love me. Just fuck me. Before you, I only had young, stupid boys who had no idea what to do with themselves, let alone me. I need you to teach me -- to show me what I can do. We don’t have to be boyfriend and girlfriend. We don’t have to be brother and sister. We can just be partners.”

  I looked at her suspiciously as I considered her words, “No love? No feelings?”

  She shook her head slightly, “No love. No feelings. I promise you that. When we’re done with the shoots and our contracts are up, we can be done with this whole thing.”

  I stiffened up as I looked down at her, placing an arm around her waist. She had marks all over her from the whip and my hand. She laughed as I traced one of the reddest, deepest lines with my fingers.

  I was causing her pain. I was causing her pleasure. I was two sides of a coin that wanted so much to figure out which was better. But maybe it was enough to be both. Maybe I could give us both what we wanted by giving her the light and the dark of me. Maybe I could be the person to guide her through this, to protect her like I used to.

  But for now, I kissed her, pulling our two naked and tired bodies together. Whatever side we were on, whatever we were doing right or wrong, nothing mattered but her skin on my skin.

  Chapter 11

  “That light needs to be higher, Tyrone! It needs to hit them right above the tub.” I pivoted again, “Did anyone turn it on to make sure it actually works? Shelia? Jason? Come on guys! Get with this. Where are my sound guys? Why don’t I see the booms up yet? This isn’t amateur hour here. We’ve got things to do and not much time to prep! When I come back, this set better be cleared and ready for it!”

  I walked out of the hotel suite’s bathroom, passing the rest of the bewildered crew in my way. It sucked to be the bad guy, especially since most of these guys knew me when I was the talent. I’ve had to shift the dynamics by taking over the director’s chair. And by the discontented looks I was getting, I was guessing it hadn’t been an easy transition on most of them.

  Still, they were getting paid – a lot. Half the crew was Daniel’s, my former agent and producer’s. But once Kylie paid off her debts and finished out her contract, I made the most powerful play I could and stole his crew and his company out from under him. He underestimated my wealth and my vengeance after he threatened to expose me and refused to follow my orders. Now, I was the one behind the camera calling the shots, designing the storylines, taking in the mountains of cash.

  Business was been great. It always was with porn, but with Kylie as the star, it really took off. She didn’t know this, though. Even as I walked into the dressing room, I saw her hands shake as she sipped a cup of coffee a
crewmember handed to her. If you didn’t know better, you would think this was her first shot.

  But together, we had done more than forty – enough to pay her tuition and get her to quit her job at that sleazy nightclub. Just in time, too. Even though no one came out and said it, she was starting to get recognized. Men would stop her and start asking her questions while she worked the front door. Some of the sons of bitches even had the nerve to ask her if she’d fuck them. When I heard that, I fronted the cash she needed to get herself the hell out of that situation.

  She caught me in the room’s mirror from her position on the hotel bed. “Wilder,” she said timidly, “I don’t think I can do this. I’m – I’m not ready for it.”

  Kylie was innocent, still. Even though she had pretty much seen and done everything there is to see and do, she still knocked me off my feet when she said shit like that. I wanted to hold her, to walk her through it step by step, but today was all about her. Her – and Julie.

  I walked towards her, sitting next to her as she put down the coffee and pick up the brush her makeup artist, Elise, had left for her. She began running it through her long, golden blonde hair nervously as I attempted to reassure her, “It’s gonna be okay. I know you’re gonna do this, and I know you’re gonna get it right. Julie is experienced. Like, y’know, very experienced. She’ll coach you up, tell you what to do if you get stuck.”

  Kylie stammered, trying to find an excuse for me. When I first brought up doing a lesbian scene, she was cautiously excited. She admitted to never having been with a woman. Even more, she hadn’t really masturbated outside a couple of touches and a small dildo she kept hidden in her dorm room. She was a total virgin to this. It was so hard to find someone so innocent in porn, but I had found my Mary.

  I watched Kylie as she took a deep breath in, resolved in getting the job done. She stood, removing the white terry cloth robe. She was wearing a white bikini, similar to the one she wore when we had our first movie together. This suit was a tightly tied halter, holding her large, supple breasts together. Her swim bottoms cut the small curve of her hips and her thighs, and the material revealed the lines of her clit even when completely dry. She looked like the all-American girl ready for a swim.

  I couldn’t help growing stiff just looking at her as she studied herself in the mirror. She had no idea how beautiful she was. From every angle, there was something to desire. I could tell then that it was going to be tough to contain myself on set. Normally, I was the one who was going to get to take her, to rip off that fabric, to pound her soft body with my cock. But today, I had to watch as my friend and former co-star Julie took the reigns.

  I wasn’t good with control.

  A knock came on the door, someone lightly calling for me. “Wilder, we’re all ready whenever you are.”

  I stood, taking Kylie’s hand and pressing it to my lips, my arm draped around her bare waist. “Remember, you’re the good girl today. This is your first time, and you’re more than eager for your best friend to show you how to do it with another woman. Got it?”

  “It won’t be that hard to pretend, will it?” She winked at me, spun on her toes, and headed out the door.

  I sucked in, trying to cool myself. Something about her continued to get me riled up like I should be ready to pounce. But today was a look, no touch day. She was the animal in the cage, and I was on the other side.

  Julie waited for Kylie outside of the jacuzzi tub in the center of room. She was dressed the opposite of Kylie. Instead of a demure, typical bathing suit, she was in an all black, thong two-piece. Her strapless top just barely covered her large, bouncing breasts. The mesh material clung to her tits as I tried not to think of all the times I had those nipples in my mouth.

  “Where do you want me, boss?” Julie was all business. She wasn’t one for small talk or a warm up. She wanted to dive in, get the job done, and be out of there. I didn’t blame her for it. In porn, sex is just business for the actors and those on set. For Kylie and me, it was always more.

  “In the tub. I want it to look like you were soaking and playing with yourself while waiting for her. The story is that you have wanted your friend for so long. You’re the badass girl who doesn’t hold back. When she walks in, you can’t help but want to show her how good it feels. You up for that?”

  Julie glanced behind me at Kylie as she was going through a quick camera test. Her voice smoothed out as she slipped into the tub, her body disappearing in the shallow water. “For that…” She nodded towards Kylie, “I can teach that girl a lot of things.”

  I sat behind the first camera’s viewing screen, in the darkness of the room as my assistant gave a minute warning and then called action. Kylie walked across the room, the camera getting a shot from behind as she strode towards Julie. I watched her stop in her place as she studied Julie with her eyes closed, fingering her pussy as she floated to the top of the tub. Her meek voice asking, “Ellie? What are you doing?”

  Julie opened her large, almond shaped eyes and looked up at Kylie. Her fingers remained inside of her, “Come on. You know what I’m doing. You’re not that innocent.”

  Kylie sat at the edge, her feet dangling in the water. She looked down curiously at her partner, “I’ve never touched myself before.”

  Julie stood up, the water of the bubbling tub frothing at her tan, thick thighs. She placed her arms at each side of Kylie’s body as she looked up at her chest with such a look of desire that I couldn’t tell if she was acting or really looking forward to it. “Well, we’re best friends. And what are best friends for if they can’t show you how to do this.” Her hand began caressing Kylie’s thigh, running up the length of her alabaster skin, her black fingernails leaving little red trails from where she began to dig in.

  “We can’t. I mean, it’s not that I don’t wanna learn how to do that,” Her head looked down to Julie’s hand still feeling herself through her bottoms. “It’s just that it wouldn’t feel right.”

  Julie slowly lifted herself out of the tub, giving the cameras a great angle of the water dripping off of her body. She sat next to Kylie, taking her face into hands and turning it towards her. The two stared at each other for an agonizingly long second before Julie dove in for a soft, slow kiss. Her lips sucked in Kylie’s as she bit down. Kylie’s hand found Julie’s own thigh as she began to lean in, finding her own pace in Julie’s lead. I watched longingly as the two began to speed up, their tongues tracing inside the other’s mouth. Together, they stepped off the side and into the water, the cameramen following the action.

  Julie laid a hand on Kylie’s breast, slipping under the v-neck opening. Her palm grazed Kylie’s nipple, now fully hard and visible through the wet material. I could see her fingers play with the nipple lightly, sending Kylie’s head tipping backwards slightly from the surprise. She was getting into this. That look was all too familiar to me.

  Kylie pulled away from their kiss, still letting Julie play with her breasts. She watched her in awe as, with one hand, Julie untied the halter. Her breasts freed themselves, falling softly down her chest. But Julie was there to meet them with her mouth. Her red painted lips left ruby trails around the pink tips of Kylie’s hard nipples.

  Julie sank farther into the tub, disappearing in the growing number of bubbles as she began to really suck and play at Kylie’s breasts. It took all of Kylie’s efforts to hold on to the side of the tub as to not drift away with her. I licked my lips wanting so much to be behind her, to feel her topless against my own chest, to hold her breasts to Julie’s mouth and watch as Julie took over.

  The two ladies’ bodies moved and flowed together until Kylie couldn’t take it. She squatted down in the tub beside Julie and slowly lowered her top so it hung around Julie’s tiny waist. Following Julie’s lead, she started by twisting and turning the nipples with her first two fingers and thumbs, making little circles around the areolas. Then, her mouth lowered down so her head was partially submerged in the water.

  A cameraman dipped in slow
ly behind her to grab the shot of Kylie’s head bobbing up and down as her tongue and teeth nipped and sucked at Julie. Her small hands wrapped around Julie’s waist, pulling her closer. Even Julie looked surprised as Kylie took the lead. The good girl was corrupted, and she wanted it all now.

  Suddenly, she rose up and grabbing the metal bar around the sides of the tub, hoisted herself up so she towered over Julie. Julie reached towards her, slipping down Kylie’s swimsuit bottom, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her pussy. Water dripped off her folds as Julie admired, “You have such a beautiful body.”

  Kylie smiled as she beckoned Julie closer with a wave of her hand. She parted Kylie’s legs, opening her up farther and pulling her slightly downward. It gave Julie an opening to begin moving her fingers around Kylie’s sex. She began lightly slapping her fingers against the top as Kylie smiled. From my experience, I knew she loved a little pain with her pleasure. Julie then reached down into the water again, getting her hand wet and pressing it against her pussy, a fingertip just nudging itself in.

  She gasped that beautiful sound of shock and wanting. Her knuckles turned white as she struggled to hold onto the bar and her place above the tub as Julie continued to work her fingers, circling slowly against her clit. Kylie let go of one of the bars as her hand grasped onto her breast, her own fingers teasing at the nipples. Julie sped up with two fingers inside of Kylie’s little pussy. From my view, I could see the vibrations on her stomach from Julie’s pounding.