Casting Julia

by Sable Collins

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  - Casting Julia - Book Two

  CASTING JULIA - BOOK TWO

  S A B L E C O L L I N S

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  Casting Julia - Book Two

  Something was wrong.

  I march my fingers slowly along the table in the fake office where today’s scene is being staged. I’d gotten the part, studied up, and shut down the snotty supporting character to my own all in the span of a weekend, and no one knew how it had happened. Except me. And Jaqueline. And Chase. My heart bounces into my throat for a moment and I close my eyes against the physical memory of him tormenting me. It’s the strangest out-of-body experience, to be thinking about an utterly surreal experience in an experience that was also surreal, in its own, mainstream way—I’ve always wanted to be a successful actress, and, to all appearances, here I was, making that happen. And yet.

  “Look. At. Me.”

  The memory breaks through my determination in a crackle of memory, and I bite my lip and pretend to be fiddling with the dark-blonde wig I wear to become my character. Marcy Albright. I’d learned shortly after arriving onset that the show had ladled big money onto the plate of the person who managed to come up with that name, schoolgirl and predictable though it was. Apparently, schoolgirl and predictable also translates to “the girl all the high school boys want but are scared to have because she’s the type that fucks teachers and parties with older men on weekends.”

  I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.

  The show’s star, Andy Dirkwood, catches my eye while the director drones on about maximizing our exposure to the natural light as we move around in the scene. He’s a handsome 25-year old with a great jawline and an utterly unremarkable, though handsome, face. Perhaps, no, definitely, I don’t appreciate it as much as I should, and less than a week ago I would have been incoherent in his presence. But that was before Chase, before I was strapped to a wall by a stranger and made to feel like he owned me in an unbelievably sexy way. It’s like blinders were ripped off my face, and suddenly, I can see. The world a two-way mirror, and no one but myself and other subs know. Just looking at Andy, I can tell what kind of sex he has. He has the wanna-be passionate kind, the kind that starts out with lots of heavy breathing and hair pulling, but then by the time you’re actually naked with the guy you realize he used his best move before anything actually happened. It’s not totally unsatisfying, but it’s not great, and after this weekend, I am resolutely opposed to anything that doesn’t meet or surpass the experience I had with Chase.

  Just then the entire room is lit up in a bright, hospital-like white-light, and the director swears and tears into some poor intern who was fiddling with the setup. When it quickly becomes clear that this is going to take a while to resolve, he waves us off and says to check back in twenty minutes.

  I’m making my way back to my trailer when I hear someone calling my name. I pause and turn, pushing my long red hair out of my eyes and squinting against the afternoon sunlight. I feel impatient and hungry, so there’s no way I can possibly know that in that moment, I look ethereally beautiful caught in the glare of the sun, dressed in a perfectly-tailored suit that accents the length of my legs and tiny waist, while my dark heels push me into a stance that makes my butt round into a little bubble. My rack, carefully, tastefully exposed, is pearly white and pillow-like in its soft roundness. I am all at once illuminated and mysterious, and Andy is the one incoherent when he’s actually face-to-face with me.

  “I, uh, was wondering if you’d maybe like to come on over to, uh, have a beer or something?”

  The extra words make my smile genuine and my confidence blinding.

  “I’m actually not 21, but thanks for asking.”

  Both of us know that this is one of those rare cases where not only is that a valid answer, but it is the right answer. Somehow, I don’t know how, this celebrity has forgotten the number-one rule of How to Get Girls 101: Never Leave Them an Easy Out. He mumbles his excuses and slinks away, brown hair tousled like a member of a boy band and blue eyes downcast. I go into my trailer and sigh in relief as the air-conditioning hits me. I check my phone briefly but quickly put it away—Mom’s checking in on me and it’ll be easier to evade her questions if it looks like I haven’t seen any when I answer later. My phone buzzes again though, resting on the sofa seat, and I pick it up, curiously. It’s Jacqueline. I haven’t heard from her since I left her house four days ago.

  Chase would like your contact info; do you mind if I share it with him?

  Completely taken aback, I just sit and hold my phone in a daze for several seconds. When I think of Chase, I don’t see a whole person, or even a face. I “see,” weirdly enough, his voice, the rough growl of it in my ear when I misbehaved and didn’t follow his instructions, the moan I know escaped him and his self-control in a couple of my most uninhibited moments, when he drew cries from me that could never be fabricated. But could, I’m sure he realized, be duplicated.

  I didn’t really take Jaqueline’s offer too seriously when she reminded me on the way out that BDSM involves acting too, but as I sit in my trailer for a wildly popular T.V. action-series, I can’t help but think that she’s right. BDSM did involve acting, and we were our own audience. My heart turns over this time as I type out a response and hit “send” before I can think too much about it.

  Sure.

  But I barely have any time to think about what I just did; less than a minute later my phone buzzes again and I snatch at it eagerly, my breath catching in my throat as I read the message from the unknown number.

  I want you.

  The words jolt me out of reality, taking my back to a dark room in a normal-looking home, with a man several years older than me commanding me and my body.

  Look. At. Me.

  I hold the phone thoughtfully, thinking. Chase is a dom, but he must be a person in his everyday life too, just like Jaqueline? But, somehow, I doubt that this is how either of them would text. So, Chase must be talking to me as a part of himself, the part that I spent so much time with and screamed so loudly for this weekend. Hearing myself again in my mind, I let that be the guiding force behind my fingers as they flash over my keypad.

  Please, just tell me what you want me to do.

  I close the curtains to my trailer and lock the door carefully before lying down on my little couch, knees splayed apart and imagining Chase climbing on top of me. I don’t have to imagine long.

  I want you to lie on your stomach and be absolutely still.

  My legs clamp together reflexively and suddenly my phone vibrates in my hands, the unknown number flashing across the screen. It’s not accidental, as the buzzing continues, my initial confidence weakens and I can feel myself becoming smaller, more nervous. The ringing stops and then my phone buzzes again, once.

  Answer your phone.

  More vibrating.

  “Um, hello?”

  “I want you to lie down and put your hand between your legs. Just rest it there.” The voice is dark and threatening and I give an involuntary squirm as I do as he says.

  “Oka
y.”

  “Now I want you to put me on speaker and take one of those enormous tits of yours in your other hand. Do not touch yourself.”

  I feel a small wave of giddiness wash over me as I put the phone on speaker and set it by my ear. Leaning back, I tug one of my tits out of the camisole and cup it gently, seeing how it overflows my hands.

  “Imagine that I’m there, imagine that I’m kissing right around your nipple, but that I refuse to touch it. Imagine that I put my hand between your legs and just rest it there—” I let out an involuntary gasp as I’m all at once finely attuned to the heat of my hand between my legs.

  “I said imagine,” the voice on the other end is harsh and brutal, cutting through the early stages of my pleasure and refocusing me.

  “Yes, yes, okay. I’m imagining.”

  “Where are you, right now?”

  The question takes me aback and I remove my hand involuntarily from between my legs.

  “In my trailer on set.”

  “I hoped so,” his voice drops to an even lower, softer pitch. “I want you to imagine that you’ve let that stupid fuckboy of a T.V. star into your trailer, and that he’s about to enter you in missionary position,” his voice drops so impossibly low that I can only focus on him, on his voice, on the scene he’s telling me.

  “You’re bored and he thinks he’s the best you’ve ever had. You’re hoping that something, or someone, will come along, and you’ll have to stop, but for what feels like the longest time no one does…” I close my eyes reluctantly, imagining exactly what I’d feared would happen his morning.

  “When suddenly, there is an interruption.”

  There’s a thudding knock on my door, three consecutive, smart cracks against the metal with a large fist. Clicking off my phone, I jump to the door and open it quickly, only to reel backwards in shock and fall against the couch when I’m following into the trailer by the man outside.

  Chase fills the trailer with a dark, harsh energy. His eyes are blazing bright blue and his biceps are popping out of his fitted, dark-blue shirt. He comes toward me in silence and I can’t help but cower, even as this man I’ve been thinking about, dreaming of, seeing in my mind before falling asleep, is the same as the one in my mind. He pushes me back against the couch and crawls on top of me, opening my suit blazer roughly and running both hands over the enormous swell of my tits in my face. I arch my back, putting as much of myself into my hands as possible and place my hands pleadingly along the waistline of his jeans. He gives a low laugh and take my hands in one of his and roughly pushes them up above my head, the other hand tugging the little pink camisole blouse out of the waistband of my own skirt. His hand skims across my lower belly and my legs involuntarily squeeze his sides. There’s a growing buzzing in my mind and also an urgency—this break won’t last forever. I lock eyes with him and the response is startling—staring into my dark brown eyes, his own cloudy blue ones darken with a genuine desire that I know is the electricity I feel between us. And then I know how to get my way and still play my role.

  “Please,” I whisper throatily, extracting one of my hands and guiding it to my thin, pale neck, keeping my eyes steady on him as he wraps his hand around my throat.

  “Please make me want to scream.”

  As if in a trance, his free hand begins to drift under my skirt, pushing it up around my waist, and he begins to play with the edges of my black lace panties, teasing the soft skin of my lips and rubbing the growing wet spot with his thumb as if it’s an afterthought.

  “Baby, please, please take them o-off.” I stutter over the last word and he immediately yanks the panties down in a harsh jerk, I can see an enormous bulge in the front of his jeans and I take hold of his belt with my hands, all the while looking him full in the face. He’s completely still as I slide the belt off, unbuttoning and unzipping, and then he’s huge and erect in front of me, his enormous cock trembling out in the open with a ferocious, barely-contained desire that I know I’m fanning.

  “Baby, I can’t believe how big you are. I’m almost afraid to touch you…” I trail my fingers along the length of his eight-inch shaft and he shudders, a whole-body shudder that make his finger brush against the inside of my lip. I give a small spasm and gasp,

  “Oh master, please, please keep touching me, right there.” And I take his hand and guide his fingers to where I want them, the soft, pulsing orb of heat between my legs. His fingers are playful and at complete odds with his impassive face as it wars with the raging desire in his eyes. Slowly, he teases my clit, taking it between his thumb and index finger and rubbing gently, gently…before suddenly giving it a little pinch and bending his head to my now-fully exposed tits. I give a cry and reach for his cock, wrapping my hands around it like it’s an anchor, and slowly drawing my hands up and down. I feel his control snap, his patience with his Sub at an end, all at once.

  Viciously, he snaps my skirt down and rips it off over my still-heeled feet, tossing it on the floor with my panties. He slaps me experimentally across the face, twice, and I gasp in surprise and pain but have no time to think before he’s spreading my legs wide and pushing one leg up high, the better to brace himself against as he positions himself to enter me. And enter me he does, in an explosive thrust that jolts me backwards and crumbles something inside me, maybe the last of my self-restraint with this man who I can’t get off my mind and won’t let me get away from him. Exposed and vulnerable and being taken by this older Dom, I cry out again as I feel him hit deep, deep inside me, and something breaks and I orgasm in a spasm that makes my legs tremble against his arms. He doesn’t wait though, he’s not done, and I can feel his anger that my body didn’t wait for his as he pushes me roughly off the couch and onto the ground, taking pleasure in the soft umph that escapes me as I crash to the floor. He takes my ass in his hands and massages it thoughtfully, cupping it, trailing his fingers along it’s roundness and the secret crevices that lead to the part of me that wants him most. He slides his hand under my belly and pulls me upward, until I’m almost standing, and then he pushes me down roughly in front of him, so that I’m planted with both feet and hands on the ground, ass in the air waiting for him to decide what to do with it. I feel him again just a moment before I feel him inside me. This angle is uncharted, my body feels too small, too slim to sustain his hugeness, his thrusting and ferocious insistence that I am his. My legs are trembling and I’m gasping in pain and pleasure when suddenly he steps back, and pulls me up with him. He turns me and pushes me roughly down onto the couch.

  “Spread your legs, bitch.” He drops to the floor himself and crawls towards me as I spread my legs slowly, hesitantly. A feral smile crosses his face as he noses his face between my legs and grasps my ass and waist and pulls me toward him, so that I’m sitting on the very edge and my gleaming wetness is exposed. He wraps his arms around my waist and drinks deeply, playing with me, teasing me incessantly, with his amazingly deft and taunting tongue. I’m practically dancing in my seat, squirming uncontrollably in his arms, until he releases my waist and, still bent into me, takes my tits in his hands and plays with them too, squeezing and drawing his thumb over my nipples until they’re as hard as his cock and I’m shaking in his arms, my body twitching into submission and drawing nearer to the end. Wave after wave courses through me and my voice has been reduced to mewls of pleasure as I cry and whimper and dance in my seat—I dare not get up. My head is back, my back is arched, every part of my body is his, and when he finally climbs on top of me to straddle me and drive me into the deepest pit of submission, his mouth finally, for the first time, finds mine and devours my screams. I feel his teeth on my neck and a sharp, deliberate bite, nips on my ear, my lips, even my cheeks don’t escape his animalistic taking of me. He fucks me with an abandon I’ve never felt and know instinctively I’ll probably never feel again, and afterward, when he’s come in a deep groan that’s painful and hot and heavy, we lie together on the floor of my trailer, ignoring the tapping on the outside and the musings as
to where I could have gone. He holds me rigidly, awkwardly, for once unsure about something, but I know it isn’t me.

  When he finally does get up to leave, the silence is thicker than the smell of sex in the trailer as he puts on his pants, his shirt, his shoes. He comes to me and helps me tuck in my blouse, buttoning the jacket for me and then giving me a brief once over, silently. He kisses me once, on the cheek, as he makes his exit and strides away, and I know that just like I’ll never know how he found me here, I’ll never doubt that I’m not just another Sub to him.

  If you enjoyed the Casting Julia Series you may also enjoy the Humiliation Games Series.

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