I roll my eyes and glare at her. She doesn’t approve, because she digs the stiletto of her boot into my foot. The thin canvas of my Converse low-top does little to protect me, and I wince and pull my foot away.
“I can assure you, James, if you defy me, if you continue to challenge me and cross me, it won’t just be you who suffers for your sins.” She narrows her eyes at me. “I’ll make sure your pretty little virgin suffers along with you. In fact, I’ll make sure you’re the one administering her pain.”
“Eva,” I say, surprised at the way my voice sounds like a low growl, “if you ever make any attempt to hurt Lola, if you ever so much as think about harming one fuckin’ hair on her head, I will fuckin’ kill you. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise.”
“Delightful!” She grins like an evil cartoon villain. “So I take it you’re still not agreeing to my proposal?”
“I’m not doing the tape with Lola.” I shake my head. I’m starting to feel exhausted from all this anger.
“You’d rather let Savannah suffer than give Lola pleasure? Seems awfully selfish,” she says with a little shake of her head.
“What is this, Eva? Why are you like this? You obviously want the tape, but why?” I glare at her, unable to process how and why she’s this cruel.
“I don’t make requests, I make orders. When I am so courteous as to ask for something, I expect it delivered as requested in a timely fashion. Simply put, I asked you to make a tape of your friend, you refused, and you will be punished.” She raises a challenging eyebrow. “Because you’ve refused me multiple times now, the punishment will extend out to others, like little Lola. It’s been a while since I shot a gangbang. Maybe I could put some ads up online and recruit a team of men to fill her every hole. Think about it, James.” She smirks. “Your sweet, innocent little virgin filled airtight.”
My jaw clenches and my hands ball into fists. I want to knock this bitch into next week, just nail her right in that over-injected mouth of hers.
“Let me give you some advice.” She smirks again. “Do the tape with Lola. It will be the lesser of two evils. I can make you do anything I want on my set, but you’ll be allowed to dictate things if you make the video with your virgin.”
My virgin. She is mine, and I don’t want to share her with Eva’s audience. Still, the thought of what Eva might do if I refuse is chilling. She could go after Lola, and she’ll definitely take it out on me when she forces me to do another video shoot with Savannah. I’ll have to do all kinds of twisted, fucked-up shit, and I’ll have to do it so many more times because of this stupid fuckin’ contract. I’ll have to spend so many days abusing Savannah. My choice might be between hurting someone and making love to my girl. Lola and I were going to have sex anyway soon, right? If I could hide her face, make it so no one knew it was her, would it really be that bad? It’s probably only going to go on some shitty, foreign site that caters to the weird shit Eva is into.
“So if I make Lola do this, you’ll leave me the fuck alone?” I warily ask.
“Of course!” She smiles, delighting in the fact that she’s wearing me down. “And don’t be silly, James—you wouldn’t be making her do this. You’d be pleasuring her. You love her, and I can see it in your eyes whenever I say her name. She’ll give herself to you freely. You won’t be forcing her into anything.”
“How can I trust you?” I’m definitely worried about her promises. She hasn’t exactly proven to be the most upstanding person.
“Would ten thousand dollars convince you? I can pay you that up front, and I’ll give you another ten thousand upon receiving the tape.”
That’s a ton of money for just one scene, but I still don’t trust her. “I want the contract torn up. I want the money you’re paying Rick—the full amount—and I want the contract to be null and void.”
“If you give me the tape, you can have the money and the contract. This is business, James, and regardless of what you think of me, I never lie about business.”
“I want twenty thousand dollars up front, and I want a signed agreement saying that I’m absolved of any obligation to you—and that I will never work with you again.”
“I’ll get you an agreement today, James.” She grins at me, looking just too pleased by this. But, if she gives me a legal document releasing me from the contract—and a huge chunk of cash—maybe I can go through with this. Shit, with that kind of money, in addition to what I’ve saved up, me and Lola could go far away from Eva and be happy for the rest of our lives.
“I don’t have to tie her up or any weird shit like that? It can just be regular, vanilla sex?” I weakly ask her.
“Regular will suffice,” she says, nodding. “You can take her any way you choose, but no lying to me, Mr. Langdon. If I don’t see penetration and blood, I’ll make you do fifty more scenes with me and you’ll see what it’s like to be on my bad side.”
I sigh and hang my head.
“Is it that bad, really?” she whispers. Her words are like parasites burrowing into my brain. “You love her, you want to make love to her. Do it on film and make some money at the same time. You’d be giving her satisfaction and getting a paycheck. It seems silly that you would deny her pleasure just because of a little dispute with me.”
“It’s not simple like that, Eva.” Man! I’m feeling worn the fuck out from this. It’s like an endurance contest, and I feel like I’m losing.
“It’s very simple, James,” she scoffs. “Do you or do you not want to fuck this girl?”
“I do,” I murmur.
“And does she or does she not want to fuck you?”
“She does,” I say, looking down at the table.
“Then why are you bickering with me?” she snaps. “Give me my video and quit acting like a petulant child! If you refuse me, if you try to deny me, I’ll bring in some of my associates and we’ll make a tape of our own with pretty, innocent little Lola.”
If I stay here another second, I’m going to knock this bitch the fuck out. I slide my chair back and stand up from the table.
“Deliver me my video or I live stream Lola’s virgin gangbang,” she demands as I walk away.
I nearly dry heave at the thought of some sketchy-ass dudes pinning her down and taking turns raping her, which is exactly what Eva would tell them to do. That bitch is so twisted that I can’t even fathom the extent of her depravity.
I’m sitting on my bed, holding my video camera in my hands. I’m so conflicted. I don’t want to do any more scenes with Eva, I don’t want Eva to hurt Lola, and I’d love to be rid of that evil bitch forever. If I make this video, she’ll leave me and Lola alone. This whole fucked-up nightmare will be over. All I have to do is have sex with Lola, which I was hoping to do anyway. I can put the camera on the nightstand near the clock, and then I can angle it so you can’t see her face. It would be an over-the-shoulder shot down her body, so I could get the penetration and the blood Eva demanded. I can still make it gentle and nice, Lola will still enjoy it, and I won’t have to worry about Eva’s ominous consequences.
I position the camera and test the shot. It’s looking good. If Lola’s head is up on the pillow, the shot will be angled so she’s only visible from the neck down. I had wanted to be right against her to make it more intimate for her first time, but if I rise up a little, the camera should be able to get a nice shot of me going inside her. Her head will be near the mike, so it should also pick up on those pretty sounds she makes, which will make it more realistic—since Eva’s so obsessed with authenticity, apparently. Also, with the camera here, I can hit record on the sly by just reaching up a little when I’m on her. I just have to keep my shit together and make sure I don’t say her name or some shit like that.
There’s a knock at my door, and I leave the camera in position and dash into the living room.
“You weren’t at my apartment,” Lola says, leaning up to give me a little kiss.
My arms wrap around her waist, and I pull her into me. She makes me feel
all warm and fuzzy, like the dark clouds aren’t actually rolling in.
“I just came back.” I lace my fingers together behind her. “I wanted to change clothes.” Well, actually, I wanted to set up a video camera in my bedroom so I can make a tape of us fucking and use it to save our asses.
“As if you need clothes.” She giggles and kisses me again.
Fuck! She’s ready to go right now.
“Come on in, baby. You hungry? Did you have lunch with your friend or can I make you something?” I need to stall this. I don’t want to rush into it because I’m still not sure if I should even do it.
“I didn’t eat yet. We just had coffee.”
“What do you feel like? You name it, I’ll make it for you.”
“Anything?” She arches her eyebrow.
“Anything for you, baby,” I say before pulling her into me and giving her a sweet kiss.
“Chicken quesadillas?” She gives me that big, wide grin that I find so cute. She seems so innocent right now, and that makes this whole thing harder to accept.
“Coming right up.” I nod and give her a smile. Oh, Lola! You have no idea what I plan to do to you, but we can have great sex, you’ll love it and your face won’t even be in it, so it’ll all turn out okay, right?
She sits at the bar while I make her quesadillas. She looks at me so adoringly. She loves me. I can feel it. It makes my heart swell, and I want to scoop her up in my arms and kiss her.
I’m trying to rationalize what I’m about to do. If she loves me, then she’ll want to make love to me. She’s already expressed a pretty major interest in doing that. If we’re going to have sex anyway, then why not record it? No one will be able to tell that it’s her—she doesn’t have any telltale tattoos or birthmarks—and it’s not like any of her friends or family go on porn sites anyway. I’d be protecting her, if anything. Eva seems to have all sorts of info on her, and she looked pretty serious when she said that she’d come after Lola. All we have to do is have sex and both of us will be safe from Eva’s crazy, vindictive bullshit.
I get her a plate and sit down with her while she eats. She’s so beautiful. She always has been and I’ve always noticed, but I’ve put her in some non-sexual quadrant of my mind for most of my life. Now she’s mine. And I’m hers.
I delay things as long as I can, but she wants me and I can’t hold back how much I want her too. We’re kissing on the couch when I stand up, take her hand, and lead her into my bedroom.
Chapter 17
Lola
I FEEL LIKE I’M ON FIRE. I’m amazed by my own arousal. When we first got into his bedroom, he peeled off my clothes slowly and sensually, teasing me with kisses along the way. It was so hot that I felt like my brain was going to explode. His kisses are extra passionate tonight, his touch extra soft as he caresses me, his body so strong as he holds me to him. He’s seduced the fuck out of me, and I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life!
He reclines me back on his bed and leans over me as he starts kissing my neck on his way to my breasts. I moan when his tongue traces a circle around my nipple. I’m already so turned on that my breasts feel extra sensitive and the way he sucks on them seems to have a direct line to my pleasure center. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer as he takes my nipple between his teeth and gently nibbles at me. Wow! This feels fucking amazing.
“You like that, baby?” His voice is so silky smooth that it’s almost like his words caress me.
“Mmm, yes,” I breathe. Before I can say anything else, his mouth is on my tender skin again and he’s closed his lips around my other nipple, sucking and nibbling at it until it’s elongated and hard.
“I love the way your body responds to me.” He grins, his warm breath tickling my skin. “I want to see if I can make you come like this.”
He suckles me a little harder, and my mouth falls open as I pant. He’s lying between my legs, and I can feel my pelvis instinctually rocking against him as he builds me up. It’s going to happen. I can’t believe he’s going to bring me to climax by merely kissing my breasts. I whimper and my back arches up off the bed. He delicately rolls one nipple between his forefinger and his thumb and lightly grazes his teeth over the other. My whole body shakes with my orgasm, and I can’t believe it’s even possible.
He kisses me deeply as he gives me a moment to recover. It’s short-lived because he drifts down my body and his tongue works me into another crescendo. It seems like he’s got a new determination tonight. Maybe this has been building up since last night for him too and he’s just as hungry for me as I am for him. He seems dead set on getting me off as many times as I can handle, and I’m not objecting.
I want to return the favor. I sit up and tug at the bottom of his T-shirt, motioning for him to take it off. I kiss up and down his chest before my lips trail down his firm abs. I look up into his eyes as I unbutton his jeans and slide them down. I rub him over his Jockeys a few times before slowly pulling them down and letting him spring free. Seeing him rock hard and in my face like this makes me wonder how I’m ever going to be able to take all of him.
He sees my surprise and chuckles a little. “I don’t have to go all the way in at first. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
I smile. I know he would never want to hurt me, but it’s a little daunting to be faced with something this size, especially my first time.
I run my tongue over him a few times as I look up at him. He looks both shocked and elated. I’ve never really done this before—he knows it—and I think he’s completely amazed that I’m going for it so enthusiastically. I take what I can fit of his length in my mouth and use my hand to work the rest of him. I’ve seen the girls in his movies do this and he says it feels great. I’m rolling my tongue around him, circling him, and flicking at him, and he’s breathing hard.
“Holy shit, baby!” He exhales roughly as his hand brushes through my hair and rests on the back of my head.
Spurred on by his enjoyment, I keep going, getting more into it the more he pants and groans. I like knowing that I can make him come apart, since he’s gotten me off so many times already.
“Ah! Wait a second, babe,” he breathlessly instructs, tilting my chin up so I can look in his eyes. “You’re gonna make me come and I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.”
It’s like throwing gasoline on a fire, and I’m practically shivering with anticipation.
He kneels between my legs and looks upon me as his fingers reach out and start rubbing me. His touch is light, but I’m already cranked up to eleven, and I feel another explosion ripple through me.
“Oh fuck, Lola,” he breathes, licking his lips as he looks me over. “I fuckin’ love watching you come.”
With that, he slides a finger inside me and soon I’m falling apart again. When I open my eyes, he’s looking at me with such a craving that I feel like the whole bedroom could suddenly go atomic.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he whispers, his eyes hooded with lust. “I gotta help you stretch out a little first. I don’t want it to hurt.”
He slides another finger into me very slowly, giving me time to adjust before he inches it any farther. It’s a stretch, but a pleasant one. My hips are moving completely of their own volition, and my whole body is undulating in sync with the tiny motions of his fingers inside me. It’s building again. Any second now…holy shit!
He groans when I feel it, and he leaves his fingers in me as I start to come back down.
“Fuck! You feel so good inside when you’re coming. I love how powerful your orgasms are. You just fuckin’ feel that shit, baby! You let it go.”
He gives me that lustful, salacious look and puts his fingers in his mouth, licking my flavors off his hand. I nearly faint. I think it’s the lewdest, most prurient, dirtiest, and hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“I want you, James,” I whisper, looking up into his eyes.
He moves onto me, and I relish the feeling of our bodies pressed toget
her. He looks in my eyes for a long time like he’s searching for something, like he’s slightly uncertain about something. He caresses the side of my face, and his thumb traces my bottom lip. He runs his nose along mine and then gives me a little kiss.
“Not yet, baby,” he whispers. It almost seems like there’s a hint of anguish behind his gaze, and I’m wondering where this all took a turn.
“Not yet?” I repeat. Quite frankly, I’m pretty stunned by this whole thing. We’re right here, mere seconds from ignition and now he wants to scrub the launch?
“I can’t yet.” There’s something hidden in his words, some agonizing darkness that has him looking fraught with turmoil.
“What’s wrong?” He seems uneasy because I’ve picked up on whatever it is.
“This is wrong, Lo.” He shakes his head. “What we’re doing is wrong.”
It felt pretty right to me.
“This can’t happen like this.” He sighs. “I can’t do this to you like this.”
“Well, is there something I can do to—”
“Just…let’s hold off for now, okay?” he says apologetically.
“Okay.” I nod. Jeez! What a letdown! I feel like I’ve waited my whole life to have sex with James, and I can’t believe this is another in a long line of false starts for us.
He slides off of me and picks up my clothes from the floor. He hands them to me and then silently slides his jeans on. His brow is furrowed, and he’s clearly got something on his mind, but he seems totally closed off to me now.
“Should I…do you want me to go?” I ask sheepishly.
He takes a deep breath and turns to me, but he won’t look me in the eye. “Yeah, you should probably go home.”
That was certainly not the answer I was expecting—or hoping for, for that matter. I swallow hard. I can feel a lump forming in my throat. Did I do something wrong? Everything seemed to be going so well and we were so close to pulling the trigger. Why did he suddenly freeze up like this? He never has these weird mood swings with me, and he’s always so open and honest. It’s very disconcerting. I’m perplexed and I can feel my cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
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