by Lucia Jordan
Marielle gave her a sad smile. “Why do you think she hired you?”
Jilly’s blue eyes widened. “What?”
“You’re a great P.A.. Any production would be lucky to have you on,” she said. “But when was the last time a director made you watch a scene rehearsal?”
“Never.” Her friend’s color went from pink to bright red. “That vicious harpy. She’s trying to bust up our BFF. Well, she’s messed with the wrong people.” She jerked her cell phone out of her purse and began dialing a number.
“Wait.” Marielle grabbed her hand. “If you quit she’ll just hire someone else and manipulate them. I need you to keep an eye on Vanessa — without letting her know that we’ve talked.”
“I’d be like a double agent.” Jilly’s anger morphed into an evil grin. “While she’s giving me the dirt on you, we’ll be getting the jump on her.” She reached over and gave her a one-armed hug. “What was I thinking? You’re so smart.”
If I was, Marielle thought, no one would have a reason to call me a star slut. Out loud she asked, “What does one wear for a weekend with the sexiest man alive?”
Her friend drew back. “Why would you wear anything?”
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Marielle arrived at the set at six the next morning but rather than go into the house she walked to Raven’s trailer to stow her overnight bag, unpack her supplies and start his coffee maker. While it brewed she sat down at the table to take another look at the script, which she had studied for hours after Jilly left.
Raven arrived a half hour later and grinned when he saw the hot coffee and Danish she’d laid out on the table. “You brought me breakfast.”
“I brought me breakfast,” she corrected him. “If you’re nice I might let you have some.”
“Then I will be very nice.” He bent over to kiss the top of her head. “Wardrobe left some outfits for you to wear. I put them back in the bedroom.”
“Good.” She sat back and rubbed her eyes. “Please tell me we’re really going to rehearse this scene. I stayed up until after midnight learning the lines. If I’m just here for sex I’m going to punch you in the head.”
“We’ve really got to rehearse this scene.” He sat down on the other side of the table and grabbed a pastry. “If it doesn’t go smoothly it’ll ruin the whole film. No matter how many times I run the lines, it doesn’t feel natural yet.”
“I thought the same thing last night.” She frowned down at the script. “I get that Melanie is submissive, but she’s not a dish rag. She tries to avoid Maestro at first and then she argues with him and she even runs away from him when things get too real. But in this scene…” She stopped and gave him an uneasy look.
“She’s a dish rag,” he said. “So what can we do about that?”
Marielle took a deep breath. “I have some ideas that I’d like to try. But you have to be willing.”
His smile faded. “Willing to do what?”
“Everything in the dark beauty scene,” she said. “For real.”
“Mari, I can’t.” He leaned forward and took her hands in his. “It’s the movies. It’s never real.”
“For you to get this to work, you have to be Maestro. You have to feel what he feels. Want what he wants.” She squeezed his hands. “And do what he does to Melanie… to me.”
He shook his head. “You don’t have the experience for that.”
“Neither does Melanie,” she said. “I think you’ve known that all along. It’s why you’re attracted to me. You see in me the same thing he does in Melanie. So use me, Raven. It’s the only way you’re going to get inside his head.” She saw the doubt lingering in his eyes and added, “If it proves too much for me, I’ll use our safe word — cut, remember?”
“You’re sure about this?” When she nodded, he stood up slowly. “Get changed. I’ll be waiting for you in the house.”
Marielle finished her coffee and walked back to the bedroom. She found several clear garment bags on the bed. She opened the one containing the soft pink gown meant for the dark beauty scene and unzipped it.
A half hour later she left the trailer and walked over to the set, where she found the front door standing open. Closing her eyes for a moment, Marielle mentally recalled her first lines and stepped inside.
“Maestro?” she called out and heard her voice echoing through the empty halls. “Are you here? Please, answer me.”
The sound of a cello playing Bach drifted toward her. Marielle followed it back to the music room. Raven sat with the instrument in front of a window. The sunlight poured over him like a fawning lover, gilding his hair and skin. Marielle paused on the threshold to admire him for a moment before she entered the room.
“Maestro.” Her voice stopped the music. She felt the first bloom of fear as she approached him. “Why did you leave me behind at the concert hall?”
“I don’t want you here, little girl,” Raven said. “Go back to begging for coins on street corners.”
Marielle lifted her hand and let it hover an inch away from him. “But there is no other place for me now. I am your instrument and you are my master.” She let her hand rest on his shoulder. “I am here for you to play. Show me the dark beauty, Maestro.”
A tremor went through his body. He bowed his head. “Leave while you still can.”
Marielle slowly walked around him, taking the cello from his hands and leaning it against the window before she returned and knelt before him, her hands folded and her head bowed.
“So be it.” He bent down and scooped her up under his arm, carrying her out and down the hall to a door he kicked open.
Marielle gasped at her first view of Maestro’s discipline room, which had been painted snow white to show off the floor-to-ceiling racks of cuffs, straps, whips and floggers. Several padded tables and benches lined the walls, with a large, x-shaped cross fitted with manacles at all four ends taking up the center of the room. Before she could struggle, Raven placed her on her feet and jerked her close.
He seized the front of her dress and tore it open to the waist before he reached inside to fondle one heaving breast. “Such lovely tits. They’re aching for me, aren’t they?” He caught her nipple between his thumb and finger and tugged it sharply. “They want my mouth and my tongue.”
Marielle didn’t have to act when she answered with a breathless, “Yes.”
He took his hand away. “You have not earned the pleasure.” He dragged her over to the cross, flinging her face-first against it and snapping the manacles over her wrists and ankles, which left her spread-eagled against the soft padded leather rack. “You must be punished.”
As he reached beneath her skirt, Marielle took in a shuddering breath and tried to look back over her shoulder at him. “But I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“You defied me by coming here tonight.” Raven’s hand cupped her sex. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already wet for my cock,” he said, stroking his fingers over the damp crotch of her panties. “You came to be fucked.”
“No, I didn’t,” Marielle whispered. She felt Raven reach into her panties to caress her slick folds with his fingertips. Like this she couldn’t escape his touch, or anything he did to her. The helplessness almost overwhelmed her. She whimpered as he penetrated her with two of his fingers and began working them in and out of her sheath. The friction spread heat up through her belly and into her breasts. She could even feel it creeping up her neck and flooding her cheeks.
“Your body says you’re a liar.” Raven moved closer, still pumping his fingers into her as he pushed his thumb back and forth over her clit. “You’re burning up with it, my little cock slut.”
As she writhed against the manacles, Marielle could hear the wet sounds of her body’s response. What he was saying now wasn’t part of the script but it didn’t matter. The dark thrill that sizzled through her made her tremble violently. Raven’s merciless fingering pushed her so close to a climax that when he withdrew his fingers from her pussy she nearly screamed.
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“You must atone for what you’ve done to me,” Raven said, shifting back into Maestro’s character. He ripped apart the back of her dress, exposing her back as he stripped the shredded garment from her body.
Marielle cringed as she watched him move to the wall, where he took down a thick-handled flogger and flicked it experimentally. The long strips of suede attached to the handle made a whispery sound that chilled her — and made something else inside her yearn.
Raven came back to her and with one swipe of his hand ripped her panties from her body, leaving her completely naked. As the cool air touched her bare buttocks and back she panicked for a moment and nearly called out her safe word. She felt his big hand stroke her from her nape to the small of her back and knew she wouldn’t, even when his hand delivered a stinging slap to her buttocks.
“You came to me willingly,” Raven told her sternly as he stepped back. “You have been begging for this since the first moment I saw you. Haven’t you?”
Now the flogger lashed across her buttocks. The impact made Marielle jerk. The sensation was a sting of pain and a stroke of heat. Both made tears well up in her eyes. “Yes.”
He lashed her bottom again. “You want the pain as much as you want me.”
“I don’t know.” She twisted against the manacles, fighting the restraints without understanding why. “Please, master, I need you.”
“This is what you need.” Raven used the flogger again.
The lashing spread pain and heat across her bottom and made her sex swell and throb. As he continued whipping her ass, she sobbed and begged, the shame and pain tangling up with desire inside her until she thought her frantically-racing heart would explode.
“Master,” she begged and then cried out as he lashed her again. “It isn’t just this. It’s you. I need you, Raven. I need you to fuck me now.”
The lashing stopped and something pressed between her spread thighs. Marielle gasped as she felt Raven’s penis nudge apart her folds.
“I’m here, baby, I’m here,” he murmured, pushing his hands between her body and the rack to cup her breasts and roughly squeeze the small mounds. “Yes, you feel that hard cock now, coming into you. Stuffing that little pussy that wants it so badly.” He licked her ear before he murmured, “I’m going to pound it until you scream for me, Mari.”
His first thrust sank his thick heavy shaft deep inside her sheath. As his hips collided with her sore buttocks, Marielle groaned. “Oh, God. Raven.”
“Just what my cock slut needs,” he said, shafting her pussy with three long, slow strokes. “Take it all. Yes, every inch.” He forged deeper, pinching her nipples sharply as he used the edge of his teeth on her shoulder and then groaned. “How can you feel so soft and warm when you’re so fucking tight?”
Marielle arched her hips, trying to take more of his shaft as he pumped into her. “Because you make me this hot.”
“It’s so good, baby.” He worked in her, drawing out until just the head of his cock remained clasped between her folds and then pressing in, forcing his girth into her clenching sheath. “Don’t fight it, Mari.” His hand caressed her aching ass and then slipped between her cheeks to rub her tight hole. “I want to feel you cream all over my cock.”
She trembled as she felt his finger probing her. Suddenly it was too much. “Now, Raven, please?”
“Yes.” He pushed his finger into her deep and jabbed his cock deep into her.
The twin penetrations sent shocks of dark pleasure through her, which expanded and then exploded into a fierce orgasm that made Marielle shriek.
“Give it to me, yes,” he crooned as he pounded her pussy and fingered her hole mercilessly, pushing her through the climax to another peak that came so hard and fast she felt as if she were shattering inside. “Oh, Mari, yes, that’s what I want.” He hammered her with two more strokes and then stiffening as his cock swelled and jetted stream after stream of semen deep inside her.
Everything seemed to go gray as Marielle went limp, her breath harsh and ragged. Raven released the manacles and caught her in his arms as her knees buckled. She collapsed. He swept her up in his arms and carried her out of the room, walking down to the master bedroom where he placed her on the bed and stretched out beside her.
For a long time she just huddled against him and tried not to think. They had gone far beyond what was supposed to happen in the dark beauty scene but she had asked him for it. No, I begged him for it, she thought and swallowed a sob.
“Look at me, Mari.” When she did Raven used his thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks. “You were right.”
“No, I wasn’t. We weren’t supposed to have sex. The script is clear. You were supposed finish my punishment by making me masturbate with the whip after the lashing.” She rolled over and stared at the ceiling. “I was going to do it, too. But the flogger, and how it felt… I don’t know. It made me go crazy.”
“I know. I was there.” He released a dreamy sigh. “You were beautiful.”
“You’re a sex maniac and you’re turning me into one, too.” She turned toward him. “Not that I mind.”
He kissed the tip of her nose and her mouth and her chin before he rested his forehead against hers. “We have two days to get it right, you know.”
Marielle rubbed one sore buttock. “I think one lashing is my limit for now.”
“I hope you don’t feel that way about fucking.” Raven dragged her over on top of him. “Because my cock needs his slut.”
“Does he?” She sat up, straddling his hips as she shimmied against his crotch. “Let me check.” She crawled backward until she lay between his legs and rested her chin on the bulge of his new erection. “What does he need his slut to do, exactly?”
“Take him out.” Raven watched as she unzipped his trousers and freed his penis, which jutted out full and swollen into her hand. “He’s feeling a little feverish. Give him a kiss.”
Marielle pressed her lips to his cockhead before she smiled at him. “Better?”
“Worse. Open that pretty mouth for him.” When she did, he arched his hips, pressing the big head in between her lips. “He wants to fuck it while you suck him.”
She bobbed her head, taking the thrust of his shaft as she rubbed it with her tongue and then closed her lips and sucked lightly.
“Your mouth feels like satin,” Raven said as he watched her. “That’s right, baby. Suck my cock nice and slow and deep. That’s how he likes it.”
Marielle worked her mouth over the hard pole of his penis, taking as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could. Her drenched pussy began to tingle and ache. She shifted so she could rub it against his leg.
“Oh, yeah.” His eyes narrowed as he reached down and tangled his big hand in her hair. “You’re so sexy, sucking my cock while you rub yourself on me. Take me deeper, you little slut. Suck it harder, like that, yeah.” Raven pushed her head down on him, forcing her to take more of his shaft between her lips.
Marielle felt his thighs tense and cradled his balls with one hand, caressing the sensitive sac with her fingers as she felt them tighten. Raven began to shake and then his head fell back as he pushed deep into her mouth and held himself there. She tipped her head back so she could swallow every jet of cream he gave her and then shuddered through her own orgasm.
She might have fallen asleep there between his thighs if not for the ring of his phone and the soft curse Raven uttered as he took it from his pocket.
She glanced up at him. “Vanessa?”
“Yeah.” He sighed heavily before he answered the call. “Raven.” He frowned almost immediately and then sat up. “Will she be all right?” He listened for another minute. “Okay. We’ll talk about it on Monday. Thanks.” He switched off the phone and tossed it aside.
Marielle sat up. “Everything okay?”
Raven shook his head. “Jess Carter was rushed to surgery in Italy. She’s going to be okay but they had to take out her appendix.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “She won�
��t be able to do the film on schedule. Vanessa has to find someone else to play Melanie.”
Dirty Book 3
The blaring of her alarm clock dragged Marielle Fairchild out of a deep, satisfying sleep. She didn’t grumble as she drowsily groped for the off button. After spending the weekend with James Raven, the mega superstar actor just voted the sexiest man alive, she felt content. Between rehearsing scenes for his upcoming blockbuster erotica movie Fascination and having wild, kinky sex with him for two days, her life had shifted into a new and wonderful place where everything felt right; as if every worry she ever had were gone and every desire she’d ever felt had been — or soon would be — fulfilled.
A big arm reached across hers and switched off the alarm. “It’s not even dawn,” Raven murmured in his deep voice as he pulled her back against his large, muscular body. “We don’t have to be on the set for another two hours.”
“We don’t?” Marielle nestled her slightly-sore bottom against the thick spike of his morning erection and smiled as she breathed in the crisp scent of his skin blended with her own. “Maybe we should go back to sleep.” She smothered a giggle as he dragged her over onto her back and climbed on top of her. “Or not.”
He scowled down at her as he pinned her wrists to either side of his head. “You planned this. Admit it.”
“What would I need an extra two hours to do?” she teased. “Getting ready only takes me fifteen minutes. The coffee shop doesn’t open until six.” She caught her breath as he lifted the hem of her silk nightshirt to her waist and nudged her sex with the swollen bulb of his penis. “Did you need me to do something with that, Mr. Raven?”
“Minx.” Raven took his pillow and pushed it under her head and shoulders, propping her up so she could see the hard shaft poised between her thighs. He took her knees and pushed them up and back, canting her hips up and giving her a better view of her own sex. As he pressed the head between her folds, she closed her eyes and sighed.
“Look at it,” he said. “I want you to see how I give it to you. Every single inch of it.”