Undeniably His: Bliss Series, Book Five

by Hall, Deanndra

  Undeniably His

  Bliss Series, Book Five

  Deanndra Hall

  Celtic Muse Publishing, LLC

  Contents

  A word from the author …

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  About the Author

  Also by Deanndra Hall

  Undeniably His

  Bliss Series Book Five

  Copyright 2014 Deanndra Hall

  Celtic Muse Publishing, LLC

  P.O. Box 3722

  Paducah, KY 42002-3722

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

  This book is a work of fiction

  Names of characters, places, and events are the construction of the author, except those locations that are well-known and of general knowledge, and all are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental, and great care was taken to design places, locations, or businesses that fit into the regional landscape without actual identification; as such, resemblance to actual places, locations, or businesses is coincidental. Any mention of a branded item, artistic work, or well-known business establishment, is used for authenticity in the work of fiction and was chosen by the author because of personal preference, its high quality, or the authenticity it lends to the work of fiction; the author has received no remuneration, either monetary or in-kind, for use of said product names, artistic work, or business establishments, and mention is not intended as advertising, nor does it constitute an endorsement. The author is solely responsible for content.

  Formatting and cover design by Drue Hoffman at Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

  Editing by Tick-Tock Editing.

  ISBN: 9781945370410

  Disclaimer: Material in this work of fiction is of a graphic sexual nature and is not intended for audiences under 18 years of age.

  A word from the author …

  I didn’t have to look far for another character for the second book in this series. I’d wanted to know Melina’s story for a very long time, and this was my chance.

  To say I was unprepared would be putting it mildly. She’s barely mentioned in the other books, but she’s not some blond bimbo. Melina is a beautiful, capable woman who’s been hurt over and over. She deserved a happily ever after, and I was hoping that’s what she got.

  She got more―much, much more. And I’m glad. Because if ever there was someone who deserved a happy ending, it’s Melina. Read on. You’ll see.

  Happy reading,

  Deanndra

  Chapter One

  I miss Dave.

  Dim lights and the sound of soft but pulsing music greet me when I step through the doorway that connects the hall to the play space. The bar is very nearly unoccupied, so I head into the locker room and change into something that passes for fetwear―a shelf bra, a matching thong, and a pair of stilettos that would scare anyone else. All the usual suspects are sitting there at the bar, a couple of the regulars, and I hope neither of them ask me to scene with them. I know it’s a slow night, but I really need to see some new blood.

  “Hey, how are you?” a voice asks, and an arm snakes around my neck from behind.

  “I’m good, darlin’,” I tell Brian as he rounds my stool, and I drop a little kiss on his cheek. “Everything going okay in your world?”

  “Yep. Business is going like gangbusters. Trish is doing a great job, and I’m thinking about bringing Sheila in too. Between the two of them working part-time, they should be able to do the work of one full-time employee. This is a great area for commercial property,” he says as he steps behind the bar. “Got something for you.” He reaches under the counter and pulls out a bottle.

  It’s a beautiful merlot from Napa Valley. “Oh, god, this looks good,” I say as I crouch down slightly to look through the bottle and the liquid inside. “How much a glass?”

  He just shakes his head, opens the bottle, and pours me a little glass. “It’s a gift from me. For helping me out here.”

  “Oh, I don’t mind a bit. I enjoy it.” He means with the orientations, and I do enjoy them, but it’s still strange. Don’t misunderstand me. I like Brian. But he’s not Dave. “I’m surprised Cirilla doesn’t mind you scening with me.”

  “She’s very secure in our relationship, and she should be. And I wouldn’t say we swing per se, but as long as she asks me first and I know what’s going on, it’s okay for her to scene with one of the guys here, someone I know, without sex. Same thing in the other direction. And face it, I don’t scene with anybody else except you, and that’s only during the orientations and trainings, so it’s not like we’re in a relationship.”

  “True.” No. It’s not like we’re in a relationship. It’s not like I have a relationship with anybody.

  Nobody wants to have a real relationship with the porn star.

  * * *

  “So I said … mmmmmm … I said, ‘Michael, if you don’t do something about that mole, you’re going to find out you have skin cancer. Get it seen to.’ Think he listened? No. Of … mmmmmmm … of course not.” I’m used to this, but it still hurts. I will say, however, that I’ve finally stopped screaming.

  She’s rubbing the cloth strip into the wax and readying to yank. “So how bad is it?”

  “It’s bad enough that he … mmmmmm … he can’t work for about a month. They took a big chunk out of his back, and the doctor says it has to heal before he can come in and hump everybody.”

  “Don’t hold your breath,” she admonishes before she just rips it away.

  “Ooooooooo.” That one really hurt.

  “Roll over.” Once I’m face down, she spreads the wax around my hiney hole and I feel her rub the fabric over it.

  “Yeow!” I yell when she yanks it off.

  “Not as tough as you think,” she says, laughing at me. “You’d think as much as you’re fucked back there you’d toughen up.”

  “Bitch.” That just makes her laugh harder.

  “Okay. All done. Cassie, you ready for Melina?”

  “Yep. Come on, honey. Let’s get them done.” I slip on my robe and follow her to the front of the building. Cassie’s been doing my manicures and pedicures for about fifteen years now. Belinda’s been doing my Brazilians for almost that long, and Natasha’s been giving me facials and doing my brows for at least eight years. If it weren’t for these three, Shelby, my makeup artist, and Darlene, my hairdresser, there’s no telling what I’d look like now.

  I’d look like a forty-two year old, which I am. But in my business, that’s a no-no.

  Two days. That’s how long it’ll take before all the redness is gone from the Brazilian, and that’s fine, because we don’t shoot again until Thursday. We’ll be finishing up an hour-long feature that afternoon, and then I’ll have the weekend off before shooting starts next week. Maybe I should do something fun this weekend.

  Who am I kidding? Nobody wants to be girlfriends with the porn star.

  For all the people I see, and for all the people I fuck, my life is pretty solitary. My family washed their hands of me years ago, or maybe I washed my hands of them. My coworkers are mostly drug addicts and drunks, which I detest. And the clu
b members are just that―club members. Over the years I’ve hoped I’d find a Dominant who wanted to collar me and I’d at least have that, but nope. Nobody. I guess having a submissive you know is going to be fucked on a regular basis by other guys―a situation you can’t control―isn’t palatable for most Dominants. About the only people I do anything with is a little book circle I attend at the library, and nobody there socializes outside the library’s walls. It’s come in, discuss the book, and go home. That’s it.

  On the way home, I stop at Frills ‘n Thrills, the best adult store in town. The lady who owns the place, Frieda, is something like ninety-two years old and used to be a burlesque dancer. Very cool old lady. She lets me order things and try them on in the store. If they don’t fit right, she’ll send them back for me. Frieda’s also very good about telling me if something looks bad on me or if it looks great. She won’t lie to make me feel good.

  The bustier she ordered for me is beautiful. A few of the things I buy I wear in films, but most of them are for the club. When I come out of the dressing room, she looks up and smiles. “Melina, sweetheart, that color is perfect on you. It makes your skin look so dewy and fresh.”

  Dewy and fresh? At my age? Oh, yeah. That’s exactly what I need.

  I walk out of there with three hundred dollars’ worth of fetish wear, and it’s gorgeous stuff. I can’t wait to see what the guys at the club say when I step out of the locker room in some of these things. Their eyes will pop out, I’m sure. At least I hope so.

  On the way home, I pick up some fried chicken, green beans, and a baked potato from one of the little diners near my house. As soon as I finish it, I’ll have to get dressed for tonight. I’m going to the club to play.

  I just hope somebody wants to play with me.

  When I walk through the door that evening, the first person I see is … Dave? “What are you doing here?”

  He just laughs. “Well, hello to you too, beautiful!”

  “I’m just surprised to see you, that’s all.” And I am. Dave at the club is like me in church on Sunday morning. It sure didn’t used to be like that, but it is now.

  “I’m kinda surprised to be here, but Brian called and wanted to go over some things with me. He found some old paperwork in the desk back there and it freaked him out. Health department stuff and things like that. I tried to tell him it was nothing, but I think he’s obsessing on it. You know how he is―the guy’s like a dog on a bone.”

  “He doesn’t like loose ends, that’s for sure,” I tell Dave. I think about the times Brian and I have scened together and it’s true―no loose ends. The knots he ties are the most beautiful and complete I’ve ever seen.

  “So what are you up to these days?”

  I just shrug. “Working. Coming here. Same old same old. You?”

  “Olivia’s planning Nadine’s birthday party. You’d think she was British royalty or something. She wanted to invite the entire play group at the park, the entire baby swim class group, everybody in the breastfeeding support group. I finally had to step in and tell her only family and friends. She was looking to rent an event hall! I mean, we’re comfortable, but I’m not a mega-millionaire. A fifteen-hundred-dollar cake for a one year old! No.”

  I’m laughing my ass off. “I’m really surprised you said no to her!” I sputter through my laughter.

  “Well, hell yeah I said no. I’d like to be able to pay the electric bill next month, you know,” he said, grinning and shaking his head, and I laugh even more. He’s stupid in love with Olivia, so it’s surprising to me that he’d squelch that, but I guess he’s got more of his common sense left than I thought. “But just know you’re going to get an invitation. You doing okay?”

  “Yeah. Missing you, although I don’t have a right to miss you. You belong to Olivia. I just miss seeing you around, you old fart.” It’s true. I miss the hell out of him. Dave was a fixture in my life. If I was in need and nobody else would scene with me, I knew I could rely on him. And it’s true―he still looks so good that it’s kind of unnatural.

  “I miss you too. You were always a bright spot for me.”

  Before I get a chance to tell him how much he means to me, I hear Brian’s booming voice. “Adams! Time you got here!”

  “I was finishing dinner with my girls. How’s Cirilla?”

  “She’s amazing. That little one growing like a weed?”

  Dave laughed. “Oh, yeah. She’s barely walking, but I can already tell she’s going to be a holy terror.”

  “Good. You need a challenge in your life. Come on back and take a look at this paperwork I found. Melina, would you mind watching the counter for me while we’re―”

  “Consider it done,” I say and give him a little salute.

  He just laughs and as they walk away I hear him say, “That woman is an amazing submissive. I don’t understand why some Dominant hasn’t snapped her up.”

  Because I’m a porn star. That’s why.

  The evening passes quietly. By the time Brian and Dave return, there are two scenes going on and everybody is watching. Nobody’s at the bar. After Dave’s given me a goodbye kiss on the cheek and disappeared out the front door, Brian asks, “So, anything exciting happen while I was gone?”

  “Nah. Nothing. Hey, when is the next Dominant orientation session happening?” I ask, hoping for some new blood in the club.

  “Ah.” I watch as he pulls something out from under the bar―a calendar. “Good thing you asked. I meant to talk to you about that. We’ve got enough to have one in the next couple of weeks. I tentatively scheduled it for next Thursday, a week from tonight. How does that look for you?”

  “I’ve got nothing. Be glad to. Anything special I should know?”

  He shakes his head. “Nope. Same old same old. I guess be here at six and ready for anything.”

  “You know me. I’m always ready for anything,” I remind him.

  That gets a chuckle from him. “That you are.”

  When the scening is done for the night, I go back to the locker room, change into my street clothes, and head out with a wave to Brian. The next evening is Friday, and the place will be hopping. Maybe I’ll get lucky.

  * * *

  “We’ve got about ten minutes! Everybody prep!” Don yells at the entire cast. Janie touches up my makeup, then brushes some pearly powder across the tops of my tits. As soon as that’s done, she reaches for the bottle and, tipping it up with her finger over the top, coats her fingertip with the oil and begins rubbing it around my nipples. Not only do they feel freezing and burning at the same time, but they turn bright pink from the irritation. Peppermint oil is much stronger than people think.

  “Okay, we’ve done all the run-throughs we’re going to do. Places, everybody,” Don shouts, and we all get into position.

  I’m outside the “house,” and I knock on the door until it pops open. Judge stands there in nothing but a pair of super-tight jeans. “Um, hi. I came for the housekeeper position?”

  “Yeah. You’ve got the right place. Come on in,” he says and motions for me to enter. “So you’re the housekeeper I’m supposed to interview?”

  “Yes, sir,” I reply with a nod.

  “Gotta say, I didn’t expect you to look like that,” he says. “So, tell me, what do you do?”

  “Whatever you need me to,” I answer.

  “Vacuum and dust?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “And scrub and do laundry?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Sometimes I have friends over and we make a bit of a mess. Would you mind that?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Sometimes they’ll want to come over while you’re here. Will that be okay?” he asks, and he keeps his face passive.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “They might want to take advantage of your services. Would that be okay?”

  I shrug. “I guess so. What exactly would that entail?”

  “Would you like to earn a little extra?”

  I giv
e him a tiny smile. “Of course. Everybody can use a little more money, right?”

  “Then why don’t I take you upstairs and show you where you’ll be working today?” Judge asks, and I nod and follow him across the room.

  “CUT!” Don yells. We keep walking until we’re in the next set. “You guys back there ready?”

  “I am.” “Me too.” “Anytime.”

  “Okay. ACTION!” Don screams.

  Did I forget to mention it’s a gang bang film?

  Ten minutes later, I’ve got a dick shoved up my ass, one under me up my pussy, and two in my mouth. That’s a lot of dick. But I don’t mind. These gang bang things have kinda become my specialty over the last couple of years. We have to stop a few times when one of the guys starts to go limp, and then we start again.

  People think this would be such a fun job. It’s not. I mean, it is, but it’s not what they think it is. I know Judge and a few of the other guys pretty well. Today two of the actors are guys I’ve never met before. Doesn’t matter―they still get to shove a dick up my ass, and honestly, they don’t seem all that enthused about it. Neither am I. It’s just another day at the office.

  And here comes the part I hate the most―the facial. I don’t know when these became so fucking popular, but I hate cleaning cum off my face. Hate it. And it’s one take because if the shot is ruined, not only does it take them forever to work up another head of steam, but I’ve also got to have my makeup done all over again, and that’s a pain in the ass. It also slows everything down, which nobody wants.

  Today’s task was to shoot the final portion of a forty-five-minute video. It takes four hours. Four frickin’ hours for about twelve minutes of footage. That’s what I call tedious.