by Lily Harlem
Table of Contents
Legal Page
Title Page
Book Description
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
New Excerpt
About the Author
Publisher Page
A Totally Bound Publication
Caught on Camera: Part Five
ISBN # 978-1-78430-423-2
©Copyright Lily Harlem 2015
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright February 2015
Edited by Rebecca Douglas
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CAUGHT ON CAMERA: PART FIVE
Lily Harlem
Part five in the Caught on Camera serial
Coming down from a high can sometimes result in a crash—but not if handled with care.
Reece’s experience filming the last scene of Slippery Slots has left him drained, satisfied and in need of some serious aftercare. He’s been branded, taken to new heights of pleasure and also been more vulnerable than ever before.
But all this makes for a great movie. The heat factor is at boiling point, the up-close-and-personal angles of the camera are deliciously shocking and the chemistry between Reece and his co-star, Cade, is explosive.
Of course, even porn stars have to live in the real world and for Reece, that means returning to his small flat in his English hometown. It’s hard to land in his old life and his need for Cade—not just in his arms but in his life—is more than he can stand.
So when Cade appears on his doorstep with a hot-off-the-press DVD that they’re the two main stars of, things are bound to get frisky, flirty and downright filthy.
Reece has never been happier or more terrified. He’s made his money, made a movie and made love to the man he can’t bear to be apart from.
But does Cade feel the same way, or was it all an act for the camera? There’s only one way to find out, and that’s to remove the layers, the masks and ask the all-important questions.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
The Luxor: MGM Resorts International
Mercedes: Daimler, AG
Tiger Balm: Haw Par Corporation
Porsche: Porsche Automobil Holding SE
iPhone: Apple, Inc.
Stetson: John B. Stetson Company
Chapter Twenty-Two
Reece felt weak as Cade released him from the St. Andrew’s Cross in the dungeon at Odin’s Raven. They’d just finished their final scene for the porn movie they were making, Slippery Slots, and he was exhausted, done in. He needed to lie down and be held by strong, firm arms.
“Easy does it,” Cade said, holding him close.
Reece was still breathing hard and his chest rose and fell against Cade’s. The words Cade had just said, as he’d orgasmed, rang around his head.
I love you, sub. I really fucking love you.
Reece wasn’t Cade’s sub in real life. That had been his role in this scene for the movie. And the words, especially the L word…? That was simply part of the script.
Wasn’t it?
Reece hadn’t seen the script. He’d had no lines. He couldn’t have.
“Let’s get this off,” Cade said, undoing the strap at the base of Reece’s crown that held the ball gag in place.
As the shiny orb came out of his mouth, Reece moaned. His temple joints ached. His jaw had been stretched wide and open for the entire BDSM scene. He’d yelled and groaned, cried out and fought against it, but he’d liked it too. He’d liked surrendering his voice to Cade the way he’d also surrendered his pleasure to him.
Jack, the cameraman, was still rolling, still holding the lens close.
Around them, the extras continued to chat, kiss, fuck.
“Timothy,” Cade said, using Reece’s character’s name. “Talk to me. Was that fantasy everything you hoped it would be?”
“Yes,” Reece managed, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say during this end shot for the movie. His mind was hazy, like he was drunk, high on endorphins. “Yes,” he said again, raising his hand even though he was weak, and cupping Cade’s jaw.
Stubble grazed his palm and he was aware of Cade slipping his arm tighter around his lower torso, holding him up.
“It was perfect,” Reece said, looking into Cade’s eyes. “You’re perfect and I love you more and more with each beat of my heart.”
Cade smiled. A smile that went right to his eyes, which softened as he pulled Reece into a possessively tight hug. “We will be together forever,” he whispered onto Reece’s lips before kissing him softly.
“That’s it. That’s a wrap. Thanks, guys,” Jack said.
Donna bustled up to them, large breasts wobbling in the tight black top she wore and her hair bouncing around her shoulders. “Bravo, bravo.”
Reece glanced at her. His knees buckled and he felt himself sliding.
“Whoa, steady,” Cade said, supporting him all the more.
“Time to get him back to the hotel,” Donna said, placing her hand on Reece’s shoulder. “He needs aftercare.”
“I know,” Cade said, “help me get him dressed.”
“I’ll be off,” Jack said to Donna.
“Okay, safe flight and happy editing,” she said, with barely a glance his way.
Jack huffed and melted into the crowd.
“He’s flying back tonight,” Donna said. “Tom likes movies available as soon as possible so he can start earning from them.”
“Don’t blame him. Costs enough to make,” Cade said.
“He always sells, though. He has a massive international following. The pre-orders on this will more than pay for the cost of production. The rest is profit.”
“Sales can only be good for us,” Cade said.
“If you want to be famous porn stars, absolutely.” Donna laughed.
“Getting paid for fucking. What’s not to love?” Cade dropped a quick kiss to Reece’s cheek. “When it’s this bloke I’m doing.”
Reece fluttered his eyes shut. He was so tired and so completely satisfied.
Donna slipped on his waistcoat and carried on chatting to Cade.
For Reece, their conversation was like listening to people talking under wat
er. He wasn’t really there. His mind was in a pleasant numb state that made him wonder if he’d gotten drunk without realizing.
He moaned as the leather waistcoat pressed against his back. His body was super-sensitive. His shoulders, lumbar, arse and thighs—where Cade had flogged him—were both hot and cold. The skin felt swollen and puffy and combined with his dazed state, it was a strangely calming sensation.
He flinched and gasped, though, when Cade pulled his trousers up over his arse. He had two welts there, from the final whipping. They’d be sore for a few days.
“Shh, I’ve got you. Soon you’ll be in our bed. I’ll look after you. I promise,” Cade murmured against his ear. “Let’s just get your shoes on and we’ll go.”
Reece rested his head against Cade’s shoulder and nodded. Cade was his everything. If he didn’t have him right now, he’d have nothing.
“There,” Donna said. “Shoes on. Get him out of here. The car’s waiting out front. Will you be okay?”
“Of course.” Cade settled his arm around Reece’s waist and helped him down from the podium that held the cross.
“Hey, guys.”
Reece cracked opened his eyes and saw the two women they’d chatted to in Fizz earlier. They were grinning broadly and had their arms linked.
“Mindie, Stella,” Cade said. “I thought I saw you girls in the audience.”
“Really,” Stella said. “Surprised you noticed anything with all that flogging and fucking going on.”
“I can multi-task,” Cade said with a laugh.
“We noticed,” Mindie said. “Is he all right?”
“I’d say he’s just well and truly fucked,” Cade said, looking at Reece and smiling. “And he’s certainly not complaining, are you, Reece?”
Reece shook his head. “Not if I’m with you.”
Cade smiled then turned to the girls. “I’ve gotta get him to bed. He’s my responsibility and I don’t want him to crash.”
“Yes, of course,” Mindie said. “And awesome acting, by the way. You two are great together.”
“Thanks,” Cade said. “Appreciate it.”
“And,” Mindie said, holding out a business card. “Come and see us sometime. Daddy has just bought me a place in Malibu and there’s plenty of room.”
“Really?” Cade said.
“Oh, yeah.” Stella touched his arm. “Mindie loves having visitors. And the sexier, the more interesting, the better. We’ll throw you a party. All our friends would want to meet you.”
“Well, I—”
“If you’re in movies, if you’re a movie star…that’s always gonna work in LA,” Mindie said. “And you guys are stars. Big stars.”
“Well…we’d love to,” Cade said.
Reece nodded. Though he wasn’t totally sure if he was dreaming or not. He and Cade were being invited to Malibu because they were big movie stars?
“Great, call me. We’ll set it up,” Mindie said. She then kissed her fingers and blew their way. “See you later, alligator.”
Reece shut his eyes again and leaned harder on Cade. Malibu. Wasn’t that by the beach? Yeah. He could almost hear the waves, see the sun sparkling on the sea. It sounded good, so good.
Cade held him close and stepped forward. “Come on, sleepy head. Just walk a few steps and then we’ll have you in the car and be heading home.”
* * * *
“Ah, fucking hell,” Reece moaned as he dropped naked onto the bed at The Luxor hotel.
“Hey, no, not like that,” Cade said, pushing his hip and shoulder and rolling Reece to his stomach. “Like this, so I can put some salve on.”
Reece moaned and settled on his belly. The silky sheets were soft on his chest, and his cheek pressed into the smooth pillowcase. The cool air-conditioning wafted over the hot skin on his back and arse in gentle ripples.
“That’s it. Shh…” Cade said, touching his lips to Reece’s cheek. “Close your eyes and let me care for you.”
“Thank you.”
“No, don’t say thank you. It’s my job. I got you like this.”
“But I didn’t…” Reece thought back to earlier in the day. When they’d been playing and he’d struck Cade’s arse with the flogger, brought him to climax then had done nothing more but hold him tight for a while and let him sleep.
“I didn’t need it. It was a few hard slaps. I had a whip and a gag on you back there. You need some treatment.”
Reece couldn’t deny that. He was also looking forward to seeing the cross on his arse. His branding. It had happened just minutes before Cade had said he loved him.
Not just said it, but meant it.
Hadn’t he?
Reece closed his eyes. He’d certainly meant it when he’d said it. Plus he’d had no scripted lines, so surely Cade believed him—knew that he’d spoken from the heart.
To start with, making Slippery Slots had been about fucking a hot guy for a seriously large wad of cash, but it had turned into so much more. He’d fallen for his co-star and had learned so much about his desires and kinks. He wanted more. He didn’t want to go back to being a painter and decorator. He wanted to be a porn star and get invites to Malibu. He wanted to have threesomes with hot cowboys, be introduced to new sexy ways to come and most of all, he wanted to be with Cade.
“Ahh…” Reece groaned as cold spread over his shoulders, back and arse.
“It’s okay, just a wet towel,” Cade said. “To take away the burn.”
“I like the burn.”
Cade chuckled. “My… You are a pain whore, aren’t you?”
“I suppose so.” Reece had never really thought about it, but it seemed he was.
“You enjoyed that natural rush, your body’s response to pain, then?”
“Hell yeah,” Reece murmured. “Wasn’t sure to start with but I soon got into it.”
“I thought you would.”
“It was the whole thing—being on the cross, the audience.” Reece inhaled then blew out as the vivid memory washed over him. It had been so special, and sharing that experience with Cade just made it more so.
“And the plug? Did you like that?” Cade asked.
“Let’s just say I’ll be buying one as soon as I can move again.”
Cade laughed quietly. “I’ll buy you one.”
“Thanks,” Reece said then released yet another long sigh.
Cade was gently pressing down on the towel, making sure every square inch of Reece’s skin came into contact with the dampness. It felt good, more than good, to be touched and cared for.
Cade pressed it into the crack of Reece’s arse.
Reece parted his legs a little and moaned.
“Fuck. You’re not ready to go again, are you?”
“No,” Reece murmured. “Like you said. I’m well and truly fucked.”
Cade dropped another kiss to his temple. “You’re adorable in this state. You know that?”
“Then you’ll have to make me feel like this again sometime.”
“Oh, I intend to.” Cade lifted the towel and stood from the bed. “And the most exciting thing is, you’re clearly a switch, like me, which means lots of fun, depending on our mood and what we want.”
“We’re not talking about movies now, are we?” Reece kept his eyes shut as he spoke.
“Hell no. Haven’t been talking about movies for a while. I’m talking about us.” There was a tenderness in Cade’s voice that melted Reece’s heart a little bit extra for him. This moment felt more intimate than even when they’d been fucking. The scene had connected them, bound them together the way his ankles and wrists had been shackled to the cross, but this, this was a unique bonding moment that he would treasure always.
The scent of something herbal invaded Reece’s nostrils as Cade rubbed warm cream over his shoulders.
“Tiger balm. It will help,” Cade said.
“Okay,” Reece murmured. It felt nice to have Cade’s hands on him, healing him and soothing him.
“You suffered so
beautifully,” Cade said, his voice low and almost hypnotic. “Stoic, yet passionate.”
“It was like you said. Nothing else mattered, not even hiding my demons.”
“And what are your demons?”
Reece thought about it for a moment. “I suppose the need to hide being gay was a demon for many years, but not anymore. That one I’ve fought.”
“So which one showed itself today?”
And is still showing itself.
Reece thought back to his last long-term relationship, Matthew. It hadn’t ended well when he’d found out Matthew had been cheating on him.
“Insecurity,” Reece said quietly, as Cade rubbed the balm down the length of his spine.
“But you seem so confident and I admire that about you,” Cade said.
“I’m confident, but my heart isn’t.”
Cade paused, then, “Tell me why.”
Reece pressed his lips together. It was hard to let the words out, but he knew he could with Cade. “I was cheated on in the past. Thought someone loved me then realized I’d been lied to.”
“I’m sorry,” Cade said. “That sucks.”
“Yeah, it did. But not your fault.”
“No, and if you let me, I’ll help you fight that demon.”
“It’s a dark one,” Reece said softly, knowing how it had prevented him from falling in love with anyone since Matthew—until Cade. “And it’s buried pretty deep, I’m afraid.”
“I’m not afraid of it.” Cade rested his lips on Reece’s cheek. “Let it out to play and we’ll tame it, together.”
Reece felt tears form behind his closed eyes. He swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”
“But right now,” Cade said, “you need to rest, so shush and let me care for you. We’ll face that challenge another day, when you’re stronger. But know that we will. Know that we will beat it.” He gathered more balm and smoothed it into the hollow of Reece’s back.
Reece breathed out, long and low, and allowed himself to be vulnerable in the entirety of the emotion, in front of the man who now held the keys to his future.