by Lucia Jordan
“Oh, Raven.” She writhed under him, trying to drive herself back onto his erect penis. “Please don’t make me wait.”
“Look at you, begging for this cock,” He pulled out and then forged in deeper and harder, the strong thrust making her gasp. “Everyone believes you’re so sweet.” He jerked her bra down and cupped her breasts in his hands, fondling them roughly. “But we know better, don’t we, baby? I knew it the first time I met you. I could see the slut peeking out from those big innocent eyes.”
When he came in here after me, Marielle thought, her excitement making her shiver as much as the steely girth invading her softness. “This is how you wanted me that day. What you wanted to do to me. What you talked about the first time we were together.” She pushed her breasts against his big hands and pressed her hips back to welcome his next thrust. “You thought about holding me down like this. Making me take every inch.” A soft moan escaped her as he sank deeper. “Ravishing me over and over.”
“I should have.” His voice dropped to a low growl as he began pistoning her with long, jolting strokes. “Even then I knew this tight, hot little pussy of yours belonged to me — and you wanted it, too. Admit it.”
She clenched around him in pulses that matched his rhythm. “I wondered how big you were. How it would feel to take a man like you inside me. How you’d stretch me and make me ache.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “Like you are now.”
“Feel it, baby.” He tugged on her nipples. “Feel this big cock fucking you.”
Marielle twisted her hands in the bedcover, whimpering as his thick shaft worked in and out of her softness. Although his penetrations were deep and hard, her clit throbbed so urgently she thought it might burst.
“I want to see your pretty tits bounce.” Raven pulled out of her, flipping her over onto her back and pulling her blouse open until her breasts lay bare beneath his hot gaze. His mouth hitched when he saw her pleading expression. “You need to come, don’t you, my sweet cockslut? Well, not yet. First you’re going to take everything I give.”
As he slid back into her Marielle nearly screamed with frustration. “Raven, I can’t. After this morning… this is torture.”
“Yeah, it is.” He reached under her to hold her sore buttocks and squeezed them, smiling when she groaned. “But that’s what really lights you up, Mari.” He pumped into her, his penis swelling and twitching. “It makes me even harder and hotter for you.”
Every stroke that followed drove into Marielle’s pussy with sensual power as Raven plowed her mercilessly, thrusting deeper and harder until his cockhead was almost hammering on her cervix. Trickles of sweat poured down his stern face as he stared down at her, mouth open and his chest heaving, eyes taking in every emotion that flickered over her face and every motion of her breasts as he made them bob violently.
Marielle heard a hard pounding and thought it was her frantic heart until she heard a familiar voice call their names. “Jilly.”
“Vanessa probably gave her the keys.” As the door to the trailer opened and closed, Raven’s mouth curved into a fierce smile. “You better answer her before she walks in here.”
“Marielle?” The bedroom doorknob twisted. “You in there?”
“Just a sec, Jilly,” she called, hearing the breathless fear in her voice. “I’m going over some things with Mr. Raven.”
“Okay, but you have to hurry. Vanessa needs him on the set.” Footsteps retreated to the other side of the trailer.
Raven hoisted Marielle’s legs over his shoulders and lifted her off the bed, holding her waist in his strong arms as he began working her sheath back and forth over his cock. “I’m going to make you come so hard,” he promised as he thrust her against his hips harder. “Your pussy will ache for the rest of the day.”
She gripped his arms, shaking now with the need to come. “Now? Please?”
“Wait,” he said through his clenched teeth and then shuddered as he jetted into her, his semen flooding her spasming sheath like a wave of warm, thick cream. When the final stream ended he placed her back on the bed and dropped down between her thighs, clamping his big hands over her breasts and planting his mouth over her throbbing sex. He pinched her nipples and twisted them as he used his tongue to give her clit a single long, slow lick.
Marielle grabbed his bed pillow as the massive climax rose inside her, shoving it over her mouth just in time to muffle her scream. Raven pinned her convulsing body with his arms, riding her through the first impossibly pleasurable peak and pushing her into a second. Marielle wound her legs around him, tugging him closer as he laved her with his clever tongue, and after what seemed like forever finally crested for the last time and went completely limp.
“God, you’re gorgeous when you come.” Raven stretched out beside her and kissed her forehead and the curve of her cheekbone and the corner of her mouth.
Exhausted, Marielle wanted to snuggle against him but instead she eyed at the door. “Do you think she heard us?”
“I think they heard us down in the parking lot,” he teased. After giving her another kiss on the lips sat up. “I’ll take your friend with me to the set. That should give you enough time to tidy up.” He reached down and handed her the panties he’d stripped off her earlier. “Don’t forget these.”
After he left with Jilly it took Marielle less than five minutes to tidy up but she didn’t want to return to the set and watch Lena Talbot with Raven. Instead she walked down to video village, where Vanessa was sitting alone in front of the monitors.
“Raven tells me you’re his P.A. now.” The director adjusted one of the contrast buttons. “Does is stand for something else? Like piece of ass?”
“Vanessa, please. Just stop.” Marielle took in a deep breath. “Yes, I’m still involved with Raven. I know Lena Talbot doesn’t like it. I think it’s best that I resign from the production.”
The older woman scowled. “Raven won’t allow it.”
“It’s not his decision. I’ll call the studio and let them know that this time it was my idea.” She wanted to walk away but she hated leaving things on such an ugly note with the director. “Look, I’m sorry about everything that’s happened. I think this film is going to be spectacular. Probably the best movie in twenty years. I’m proud that I got a chance to work on it with you, and I wish you the very best of luck. Good-bye.” She walked off toward the stairs.
“Marielle.” The director jogged to catch up with her. “Let me give you one last bit of advice: break it off with Raven now and you might avoid the worst mistake you’ve ever made.”
Marielle sighed. “I’ve already quit the film. I think that qualifies.”
“I mean getting between Lena Talbot and the man she wants — which is now Raven.” Vanessa glanced back at the set before she added, “You may think that I was hard on you, but that woman won’t just ruin your career. She’ll make your entire life hell on earth.”
Marielle held out her hands. “How? I’m quitting the film.”
“At least cool it off until after the film wraps,” the director advised. “Talk to Raven about it. He knows her better than anyone.”
Raven would be furious but Marielle had the feeling the director was right. “All right but I can’t do that here on the set. Would you tell him that I’ll come by his house tonight at eight o’clock?”
*
Knowing Raven would try to call her from the set Marielle turned off her cell and spent the afternoon cleaning her apartment and running errands. When she returned from the market, she found Jilly waiting on her doorstep again.
“Why is your phone turned off?” her friend said. “I’ve been trying to call you all day.”
“I needed some me-time,” Marielle said as she led her inside. “I quit the shoot this morning.”
Jilly gaped at her. “Again?”
“For good,” Marielle said. “It’s for the best. Lena Talbot doesn’t like me. I can’t stand seeing her with Raven.”
“Did you happen to mention t
his to Raven?” Jilly said. “He almost went postal after Vanessa told him you left for the day. What do you think he’s going to do when he finds out you’re not coming back?”
“I’m going to talk to him tonight.” Marielle hesitated. “Did Vanessa tell him that?”
“She did. Is this because you two were doing it in the trailer at lunch?”
Marielle groaned. “Oh, God, you did hear us.”
“I didn’t but when Raven came out of the bedroom he smelled like sex — and you.” Jilly giggled. “He looked pretty happy in that I’ve-just-gotten-laid way.”
“I’m sorry. Raven and I are… highly flammable, I guess.” She finished putting away the last of her groceries and glanced at the wall clock. “You want to stay and have dinner?”
“I can’t. Ms. Talbot hates her hotel room and the hotel staff hates her so I have go over there and make nice.” Jilly rolled her eyes. “Or move her to another hotel, which would probably be easier. By the way, if I do relocate her, do I have pack up her shit, too?”
“Oh, yeah. Actresses her never pack themselves. But look at it this way.” Marielle patted her shoulder. “You get to check out her lingerie.”
“Be still my heart,” Jilly said as she hurried out.
Marielle made herself a light meal and spent an hour bathing and dressing for her rendezvous with Raven. He would be upset about her resignation, of course, but she felt sure she could convince him it was for the best. She also expected he’d want to work it out in bed, so she packed a case with what she’d need for an overnight stay to take with her.
Once she reached his house Marielle felt a sense of foreboding and almost didn’t get out of the car. He’s going to be so angry with me, she thought. She was still sore from the paddling he’d given her with the hairbrush but the thought of enduring a second spanking didn’t scare her as much as it aroused her. I love how it makes me feel — and if that means I’m some kind of pain pervert, then so what? He loves to do it to me. Maybe he is right and we are perfect for each other.
She knocked on the front door. After a few minutes and no answer she tried the knob, and found it unlocked. Stepping inside she called out, “Raven? It’s Mari. Where are you?”
A distant groan answered her.
Marielle hurried to the back of the house, where she found Lena’s bodyguard standing outside the master bedroom door. “Hello,” she said, taken somewhat aback by his presence. “Is Ms. Talbot here?”
He nodded.
Marielle heard another groan and stared at the bedroom door. “Is Raven in there with her?”
The bodyguard looked as if he wanted to say something and then simply nodded again.
This can’t be happening, Marielle thought, her throat tightening and her eyes stinging. “Open the door, please.” When the bodyguard didn’t move, she reached out and grabbed the door knob herself and went inside.
The only light inside Raven’s bedroom came from dozens of candles that had been lit, but they provided enough illumination to show the two bodies on the bed. Lena Talbot, naked and straddling Raven’s head, her hips undulating gently. When Marielle gasped she glanced back at her, and then shifted her gaze.
“Tao,” she said to her bodyguard, who stood just behind Marielle. “Ms. Fairchild looks upset. You’d better restrain her.”
Marielle flinched as the bodyguard took hold of her arms. “I’m not going to do anything but leave, Ms. Talbot.”
“Not yet.” Lena turned around, her long-nailed fingers caressing Raven’s erection before she lifted herself over it. “James and I love to be watched.” She pressed the swollen head between her folds and then began pushing down to impale herself on his thick shaft. “We also don’t mind having another woman join us.”
Marielle finally found the will to drag her gaze away from the bed. “No, thank you.”
“Ah, you’re a prude. I can’t say I’m really surprised.” Lena’s breasts bobbed as she worked herself up and down on Raven’s cock. “Would you like to fuck Tao? He’s not as big as James but he gets the job done.”
A sob rose in her throat. “I just want to go.”
Lena reached down and brought Raven’s big hands to her breasts, where she rubbed his fingers back and forth over her nipples. “All right. See you on the set tomorrow?”
As soon as Tao released her Marielle ran out of the bedroom and down the hall, stopping only when she bolted through the front door. Outside the house she fumbled in her purse until she found her keys, and then staggered over to her car.
“Miss.” Tao appeared behind her. “You are too upset to drive. Let me take you home.”
“No, thank you.” Marielle stared up at him. “Tell me something. Would you have had sex with me if I’d told her yes?”
“You are very beautiful,” Tao said, his voice as grave as his eyes. “It would have been my pleasure.”
“Thank you, I think.” She frowned. “Is this all we really are to them? Toys to play with — when we’re not doing their dirty work?” When he inclined his head she almost laughed. “We deserve better, Mr. Tao.”
“You certainly do, Miss,” he said softly, bowing to her before he opened her car door for her. “Please drive carefully.”
*
A pounding headache dragged Raven back to consciousness, but it took him three tries to open his eyes. Once he did he saw he was alone and naked in his own bed, the rumpled sheets twisted around him smelling of sex.
What the hell?
Flashes of a woman’s nude body came back to him. When he climbed out of bed, he could smell French perfume on his body. Raven tried to remember exactly what had happened but his recollection of yesterday ended with the shooting of the final scheduled scene at the set. He stumbled into the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water but he couldn’t shake the grogginess.
Ms. Fairchild looks upset, someone mocked from his blurry memory. You’d better restrain her.
Raven pulled on his robe and strode out, walking through the house to find Lena Talbot wearing the shirt he had worn yesterday and drinking coffee in his kitchen while Tao stood by the window looking out at the view.
Lena offered a sexy smile. “Sleep well?”
“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded and then winced as his own voice made his head pound.
“You invited me to come home with you last night. Don’t you remember?” She took a sip of her coffee. “I’m staying here with you until they find me a more suitable hotel.”
“Why do I smell like you?”
“The same reason I smell of you, darling.” Lena sat back and sighed. “We had some wine, some laughs and then we made love.”
“What?” Raven’s gaze shifted to Tao, who was now watching him. The other man glanced down at Lena before he gave a small shake of his head. “I want the truth, Lena.”
“Very well. The truth is that you got drunk and I took advantage of that and convinced you to have meaningless sex with me.” She smiled. “I am so sorry that Miss Fairchild walked in on us while we were in the act. You should have told me that she was coming over last night. I would have waited until she left. I did invite her to join us — or make use of Tao — but she wasn’t interested.”
Raven strode back to the bedroom and dressed, calling Marielle’s cell phone as he did. Every call he placed went straight to voicemail, so he dialed the number for his car and told his driver to pick him up immediately.
Lena intercepted him on his way out of the house. “Do you want me to come with you? I can explain things and assure her that it was entirely my fault.”
Raven gazed down at her. “If you’re still here when I get back, I’m calling the police and having you arrested for rape.”
She laughed. “Darling, really. Look at me. I’m the sexiest woman alive.” She coyly ran a hand over one satin-covered breast. “No one will believe that I raped you.”
He wanted to grab her and shake her until her teeth fell out but that would require him to touch her. “Th
ey will after the blood test I’m going to take. Your bodyguard won’t want to be charged as an accomplice. I’m sure he’ll also testify against you. Now get out of my house.”
Raven told his driver to take him directly to Marielle’s apartment. When he arrived there he found Jilly Sanders waiting for him. “Where is she?”
“She just left, and she’s not coming back — and before you ask, she didn’t tell me where she was going.” The P.A.‘s lips were so tight they were almost white. “She did give me a message for you, however.”
“What is it?” Raven demanded.
“She loves you,” Jilly said. “She forgives you. And she never wants to see you again.”
Dirty Book 4
“Have you seen it yet?”
Marielle Fairchild glanced at the older English lady sitting beside her, who was smiling and pointing to a full-page magazine ad for Fascination. “I haven’t.”
“I went with my husband. It’s shockingly naughty, of course, but still…” She pretended to fan herself. “I thought my husband would be upset by all that sex and spanking until we got home.”
Marielle forced a smile. “What did he think of it?”
“We really didn’t talk so much that night.” She chuckled before she gave Marielle a curious look. “Why haven’t you seen it? I thought you Americans are very keen on the latest films. Or don’t you fancy James Raven?”
Marielle considered telling the woman the truth: I used to work on that film with James Raven, who spanked me and had crazy wild sex with me on the set. I also fell in love with him, right before I caught him in bed with his co-star. Instead she said, “I’ve been busy traveling.”
“Well, it’s the number one movie in the world now. You should be able to see it on your next stop.” The woman nodded toward the pier they were approaching. “And here’s mine. Do have a lovely trip.”
Marielle wished her the same and watched as she and the rest of the ferry’s passengers disembarked.
One of the stewards came into the main cabin and approached her. “You must be the lady we’re taking out to Dark Haven.”