Dirty

by Lucia Jordan

  Marielle felt a thrill surge through her. “When you’re ready to leave, just grab me.”

  Raven left the trailer.

  “Alright, Goldilocks,” Vanessa said. “What is going on between you and my star?”

  “I just met him this morning. Honestly, at the time I didn’t even realize who he was. Maybe he wants me to help him rehearse because I treated him like a normal person this morning. I’m guessing he doesn’t get a lot of that.”

  “We’ll give him what he wants but I don’t like that it’s you,” the director said. “You keep it strictly professional or I’ll boot your ass off this film so fast your ponytail will scorch. Understood?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Cringing a little, Marielle picked up her clipboard. “I’ll go see what Wardrobe will need to start Mr. Raven’s fittings.”

  What she needed was to get away from the director and her suspicions and clear her head. As a P.A., Marielle constantly worked with powerful and important actors but rarely attracted any genuine attention from them. She’d grown so accustomed to being ignored that it made James Raven’s attention seem almost too personal.

  Is that really why he wants me to go home with him? Does he think if he gets me alone I’ll just fall at his feet like a fan girl and beg him to take me to bed?

  Not that it would be all that difficult for Marielle to offer herself to Raven, she thought as she walked out of his trailer. Without the beard hiding his face he was stunningly handsome. His strange, beautiful eyes seemed utterly mesmerizing. He was much bigger and more muscular than men she usually found attractive but as petite as she was she didn’t find his size intimidating. Even in the trailer, when she hadn’t known who he was, she’d felt safe with him — and very attracted.

  But why pick me? Marielle stopped outside the garage that Wardrobe had occupied and looked over at Raven’s trailer. And why do I like it so much that he did?

  *

  Marielle kept busy until sunset, when Vanessa called it a day and sent the crew home.

  “Be sure he knows the first bondage scene,” the director said. “And remember what I told you.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” She tried to sound cheerful but after spending the day trying to deal with Vanessa’s quest for perfection in all things she was tired, unhappy and worried — and now she had to cope with James Raven.

  Marielle went to the actor’s trailer and found him sitting on the steps, reading his copy of the script. “Ready to head out?”

  “As long as you know where this house is,” he said. “Van neglected to mention the address.”

  “I’ve got it.” She glanced at her watch. “Do you want to stop for dinner first?”

  “My dear, I’m the star,” he told her. “Which means there’s always a feast waiting for me. Depending on the movie, sometimes there’s some company, too.”

  “Do you think they’ll tidy up, too?” she joked as she walked down to the parking lot with him. “I hate washing dishes.”

  “So do I. I think that’s why I like Thai food so much. All you need is a bowl and your hands.” He watched her unlock her little compact. “This is adorable. Will I fit inside or shall I ride on the hood?”

  “If you get stuck I have a shoe horn in my purse,” she said. “Or I can just shove you in the trunk.”

  “The things I do for my art,” he said as he eased his bulk into the passenger seat.

  It took only a few minutes to reach the producer’s house, which had been designed by an architect famous for his Art Deco aesthetic. Marielle was stopped at the entrance to the drive by a studio security guard smiled at Raven before opening the gates.

  “If you need anything at the house, just let me or the guard know,” Marielle said as she parked by the glass-walled front entrance. “Also, if you want in-house security, I’m sure Vanessa can arrange that as well.”

  “You mean you’ll arrange it and let her take the credit,” he said as he walked with her to unlock the front door.

  “Making the director look good is my job. That way when she pisses off everyone they’ll have reasons to forgive her.” She stepped inside, switched on the lights and took a moment to appreciate the two-story crystal chandelier hanging over the front foyer. “Holy cow. Major sparkly.”

  “Most of these places are.” Raven strolled into the great room on the left, where an enormous buffet of gourmet food sat waiting. “I hope you’re hungry, Fairchild. Or you have a thousand plastic bags, and a very large dog.”

  Raven kept up the friendly banter as they dined together, which allowed most of the knot in Marielle’s stomach to dissipate. If his charm was an act, she decided while they tidied up together, it was world-class. Paired with his wry sense of humor and fabulous looks made James Raven practically irresistible.

  “Well, Fairchild,” he said as they left the kitchen for the living room, which had one long mirrored wall that reflected everything. “Are you finally ready to become my sex slave?”

  “That’s why they pay me the medium bucks.” The joke didn’t make her feel any less nervous as she sat down on the sofa and opened the script. Raven staring at her wasn’t helping, either. “Where do you want to start?”

  “Let’s warm up with Melanie’s preliminary protest on page 34.” He studied her face. “You already look worried. Why?”

  “I can’t act,” she said. “Not even a little bit. So be prepared for me to suck.” She felt her cheeks flush. “I mean, to read terribly.”

  He gave her a lazy smile. “Just feed me the lines, Fairchild. Start at the top of the page.”

  Marielle looked at the script, took a deep breath and began to read. “I don’t know why you’ve brought me here, Maestro. I’m a street performer. I don’t belong in your world.”

  “Our world, darling.” Raven’s voice went low and deep. His expression shifted from easy and open to dark and brooding. “Music is our home, our country, our universe, and our prison. We can never escape it. I brought you here to show you that.”

  “How? By making me perform for you?” Marielle read. “I can never match your expertise, no matter what I play.”

  Raven’s eyes darkened as they bored into hers. “You have it wrong, Melanie. You’re here for me to play.”

  She swallowed and shook her head. “Isn’t it enough that I already worship you? Do you have to rub my face in it by showing me how much better you are?”

  “My darling, you are the instrument.” Raven frowned and shook his head. “No, that’s not it. What is it?”

  “The line is ‘You are the instrument, my little slut,’” she read from the script. “Wow. He just calls her that, right to her face?”

  “Aside from being a control freak and a genius, Maestro is a dominant,” Raven said. “He recognizes Melanie’s inherent passivity.”

  Marielle felt confused, both by the concept of a woman wanting a man to dominate her and Raven’s evident intimate knowledge of the subject. “So that makes her a slut?”

  “A slut for him, yes.” He smiled a little. “Some experts believe we’re all either dominant or submissive personalities. That we’re doomed to be unhappy until we meet our perfect opposite — like Melanie and Maestro.”

  “You’ve done your homework,” she said. “Vanessa will be delighted that you have such insight with the characters.”

  “I doubt Vanessa is ever pleased with anyone but herself.” He glanced around the room. “This is fairly close to the setting of the scene. Would you mind if we do some choreography along with his monologue on the next page?”

  She smothered a laugh. “I can’t dance, either, Mr. Raven.”

  “Raven,” he corrected her. “You don’t have to dance. I need to walk through the movements I make in the scene with you so I know where I am when I have to deliver the lines. You have only two lines you need to remember and you don’t move, so really all you have to do is stand there.”

  Marielle skimmed back over the previous page. “Right. Melanie stands in the middle of the room, and Maestro
walks around her.” She checked ahead in the script for her last two lines and then got up and moved to that position. “Is here okay?”

  “Perfect.” He went over to the curtain and removed one of the satin cord tie-backs, holding it up for her to see. “I’m going to use this on your wrists, to restrain you as Maestro does to Melanie in the scene, alright? It will help get me in character.”

  She felt a shiver of excitement race up her spine. “Okay.”

  Raven stood in front of her, closing his eyes. When he looked at her again it was with Maestro’s intense, dangerous gaze. “You offer the crowds your soul every day on street corners,” he murmured as he circled around her. “Yet you continue to deny me what I want and you need.”

  Marielle caught her breath as he seized her wrists and dragged them back to tie them together. He didn’t bother to be gentle. The tightening of the satin against her skin made little shocks of alarm and pleasure ripple through her. “I don’t understand. I don’t need anything from you.”

  “Liar,” he whispered against her ear before he moved around to face her. “I saw how you looked up at me when you knelt in the snow to gather those coins I tossed.” He lifted his hand and traced the outline of her lips with one fingertip. “You were practically begging for it, darling, weren’t you? Don’t lie to me or I’ll punish you.”

  He was so convincing as the character that Marielle couldn’t stop her lower lip from trembling. “Yes, Maestro.”

  “And that’s why you’re here.” He glided his finger over her chin, down her throat and pressed it into the hollow between her collarbones. “That’s why your breasts ache and your nipples throb and your panties have become so deliciously wet. From the moment you saw me, Melanie, your soul recognized mine. You saw me and your entire being knew that I was your master.”

  Marielle had no more lines, which was a blessing because all she could do now was stare at him as she felt herself go wet.

  “I brought you here to play you. Play with you. Make you understand what we are to each other.” Raven stepped closer, so that he loomed over her. “You smell like honeysuckle.”

  She blinked. “I’m sorry, but that’s not in the script, sir.”

  “Fuck the script.” His hand moved down, and traced over the point in her blouse made by the hard peak of her nipple. “Look at me. I smelled you all day, Marielle, all around me. All day.” He splayed his hand over her breast. “And you thought of me, didn’t you? You thought of being alone with me.” He squeezed the mound until she gasped. “You wondered if I would touch you.”

  “Maybe I should go home now.” She couldn’t move an inch, not with him this close, his smell filling her head and his hand fondling her throbbing, aching breast. “Please, sir — “

  “I’d like that. I’d like you to please me for the rest of the night.” He pinched her nipple between his fingers and gave it a gentle tug. “You said whatever I want, you’d give it to me. Well, I want you, Marielle.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her down until she was kneeling before him. “I want you to be my Melanie.” He cupped her chin with his hand. “I want you to do exactly as I say.”

  “I can’t.” Marielle had never felt so miserable — or turned on — in her life. “Vanessa will fire me for this.”

  “I’m not going to tell her anything about this and neither are you.” He rubbed his thumb across her lips and then opened the front of his trousers, freeing the long, thick shaft of his penis. He was as big and beautiful as she’d imagined, with a plum-size head already full and straining. “Look at what you’ve done to me. I got hard the moment you promised me you were going to suck.” He wrapped his fist around it and brought the swollen bulb to her lips. “Open for me, Mari. I want to see that beautiful mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”

  It was happening now. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She couldn’t keep her lips from parting or his huge cockhead from pushing between them. Her tongue rubbed against the broad dome, tasting a musky trace of semen before she closed her mouth around him and lightly sucked. She looked up to see him staring at her, mouth open, a low sound rumbling from his chest as he reached for the back of her head. She could feel him winding her ponytail around his fist as she took another inch of his shaft into her mouth. He wouldn’t let go until he finished.

  “Your mouth feels lovely on me. Now suck it.”

  Marielle clenched her thighs against the ache between them and focused on pleasing Raven. She sucked him gently at first, exploring his thick girth with her tongue and lips before she felt him take the first thrust and bobbed her head in counterpoint. With her wrists bound behind her she felt vulnerable and helpless, which added to the thrill. He’s going to fuck my mouth with his huge cock, and I can’t stop him — because he knows I want it.

  Raven’s hand tightened and his penis shoved so deep she thought she would choke but instinctively her jaw and throat relaxed. She was able to take it with only a soft gasp.

  “Yes, baby, that’s how I want it,” Raven said, tugging at her hair to draw her head back and then pushing her down until her nose brushed his body hair. “Suck it deeper. Take it all, Mari, take every inch of it. Like that. Yes, oh god, you make me want to come right now. You’re so beautiful like this, with your lips stretched around me.” He nodded toward the mirrored wall. “Look at how gorgeous you are, submitting to my cock.”

  She glanced at their reflection. The erotic sight of Raven skewering her mouth made her moan around his shaft.

  “Fuck.” He pulled his cock out of her mouth and yanked her to her feet. He lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the buffet table, where he placed her on her belly. He tore open her trousers and pulled them down to her knees before stepping between her thighs.

  Marielle squirmed, fearful and yet so aroused she could hardly think. “Raven.”

  “I have to be inside you,” he said, panting as he positioned his cockhead against her slick folds. “Do you want me in this sweet pussy of yours? Do you want me to fuck you like this?”

  She could say no and it would be over. But the need inside her now was every bit as frantic as his and she didn’t care what the consequences were — she would go crazy if he didn’t sink that giant cock into her. She lifted her hips. “Yes. Yes, I do. Please, do it.”

  He drove half his length into her and then crouched over her, his hands digging into her hips as he began to pump in and out of her pussy to force himself deeper. “God, you’re so fucking tight on me. Relax and let me in. You can take it all, I know you can.”

  The friction from his thick shaft made a delicious heat spread through her pelvis. The force of his thrusts worked her nipples against the soft weave of the table covering. She could feel her clit swelling and pulsing and shifted her legs so that it rubbed against the edge of the table each time he plowed into her. At last she felt his balls slap against her and knew he had made her take every inch of his monster cock.

  Raven bent down to murmur in her ear, “I can feel you getting wetter around me. You want it deeper and harder, baby? You want me to stuff your pussy until it aches?”

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “You little cock slut. I’ll give it to you. But you don’t come until I tell you that you can.” He rammed into her until the head of his penis collided with the rim of her cervix. “You looked so sweet and innocent this morning but I knew. I knew you wanted me between your legs. You wanted me to fuck you in the trailer. That’s why you bent over and showed me your ass. So I’d give you this hard cock right where you need it. Well, here it is, baby.”

  Marielle whimpered as he began fucking her faster, in and out, harder and deeper, until she could feel the force of her orgasm gathering and writhed under him, desperate for the release. “Please, Raven,” she begged. “Please let me come.”

  “Not yet.” He jerked her backward, shoving his hand beneath her to spread the top of her mons and work his fingers against her clit. “Squeeze my cock with that hungry little pussy. Y
eah, like that. I want to feel you milk me when I come.”

  She let out a small shriek as he rubbed her clit and fucked her at the same time. His penis stabbed deep and he held her to himself, rubbing her clit furiously as the first gush of his semen streamed into her. “Come with me now, baby. Come on my cock.”

  Marielle exploded into the pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably as she climaxed around his jetting cockhead. He fucked her through the orgasm and straight into another, working his penis in and out of her spasming sheath. Marielle felt her pussy overflowing by the time she tumbled back to earth but Raven was still hard, still fucking her with long, slow thrusts.

  “That’s my girl.” Raven untied her wrists, gently drawing out of her before he rolled her onto her back. “Damn, you’re so sexy you made me forget how small you are.” He put his hand between her thighs and stroked her soaked pussy. “Did I hurt you?”

  “You made me ache.” She smiled up at him. “In the good way.”

  “Minx.” He swept her up in his arms and carried her through the house until he found the master suite. “I like this.” He set her down on her feet and began stripping her.

  “Raven, I can’t spend the night.” She watched him dropping her clothing onto the floor. “I have to report for work at 6 a.m. I don’t have a change of clothes with me.”

  He pressed his mouth to her brow and her cheek and the corner of her mouth before he looked into her eyes. “Then stay as long as you can.” He rubbed his knuckles against the tight bead of her nipple. “Or I might follow you home and sneak inside and crawl into your bed.”

  Marielle groaned as he covered her nipple with his mouth. “Does anyone ever say no to you?”

  He let her wet, reddened nipple pop from his mouth. “Not very often. But you can. You always can say no, Mari.” He smiled. “Although it might be better than we have a safe word — just in case I forget what no means.”

  She nestled closer to him. “How about ‘cut?’”

  Raven laughed.

  *

  Marielle almost did end up spending the night with Raven, who seemed as intent on dominating and ravishing her as his character did to Melanie in the script. He washed her in the bath and then made her float on the water as he slowly licked her pussy, using his tongue to penetrate her sheath and brush her clit until she climaxed against his mouth. That led to an extended session of kissing and fondling on the big bed in the adjoining suite. She nearly made him come by cradling and stroking his cock between her breasts while she teased the head with her tongue and lips. He pushed her back onto the mattress and pinned her there with his big body as he pushed the head of his cock between her folds.