Rough Cut

by Mari Carr

  He bent over her back, breathing raggedly as guilt suffused him. He’d used her hard and when he’d entered her, it had been with anger. Something he’d never, ever done before. He was ashamed of himself and afraid of her response. This was the reaction he’d feared right from the beginning. He knew the stress of the job made him nastier than a bear with a thorn in his paw. He’d been so afraid of hurting her and now—Jesus—now, he’d used her hard, hurt her. How could she ever forgive him?

  They’d made very little progress on the writing of the screenplay and as each day passed, he felt his tension and anxiety grow. He’d yet to explain to Gwen the impact, the importance their joint project could have on his career. This week’s stint was just another example of how badly he wanted to break free of his stereotypical persona. He was tired of everyone watching and waiting for him to screw up. The success of Evening Songs could bring him stature, respect, elevate him to a higher level of performer. Hell, at this point, he’d just settle for being taken seriously as a professional.

  “I’m sorry.” His voice was hoarse.

  She pushed off the table and he unwillingly rose as his now-flaccid cock fell from her sweet body.

  “Sorry?” she asked. “Why?”

  “I was angry, Gwen, and too rough. I shouldn’t have taken you like that. I should have waited, calmed down.”

  She reached up to cup his cheek in her soft hand. “I provoked you. It was my fault.”

  He shook his head. “I was the one who suggested we act out the stories.”

  She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “I’ve missed you these past few days. The writing was easier when you were there to bounce ideas around with.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, I know. Even then, we weren’t getting many words on the page.”

  She blushed and he grinned. Regardless of their rather heated bedroom play, he could still provoke that lovely flush on her cheeks with just a few naughty insinuations. She was a gift and he wondered how he’d ever lived without her.

  “Are you sorry about starting this project? Do you think taking on the screenplay was a mistake?”

  “No.” He cursed himself when she jumped at his too loud, too harsh response. “No,” he repeated quietly. “I’m just impatient to see it written. I’m still convinced it will be an amazing movie.”

  “Yeah, well, I must admit, I’m starting to believe you. In fact, I was sitting in your bedroom this afternoon, trying to concentrate on the screenplay, trying to finish that scene we’d started over the weekend, but all I could think about was how much I wanted you. No, God, not just want, but need. I needed you. The feeling grew until I didn’t think I could bear it. I got out my vibrator and—”

  He reached up and took her wrist in his hand roughly, and his body went hot with anger again. “You used a toy? While I was at work?”

  He’d laid down some ground rules for her after their first night together. Rules he warned her would bear punishments if broken. One was she wouldn’t use her toys without him. Another was that she wouldn’t come without him being with her. Eventually he intended to teach her not to come without his permission, but she’d clearly spent too many years repressing her dark desires for him to impose that rule yet. She tended to come fast and hard at the slightest touch. He knew as she became accustomed to his commands, his demanding touches, she’d learn to control her responses, but for now he enjoyed sharing her pleasure at the newness of their sexual adventures.

  “You’ve been back to work three days, Ty, and you get home so late. I—”

  “Answer my question, Gwen. Did you use that vibrator? Did you come?”

  She blushed again. “It didn’t help,” she whispered as if that excused her actions. “It just made me want you more.”

  He shook his head. She’d broken a rule. She hadn’t truly tested him yet, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that’s what this was. She was daring him to assert his authority. She’d mentioned the toy. She’d wanted to confess, wanted to see how he would react. Obviously he would have to find ways to keep her more focused during the day. Keep her busy. Apparently she had too much time on her hands for naughtiness.

  “Turn around. Bend over the table again.”

  Her pupils dilated at his command and she quickly complied. He raised her dress to her waist once more, running his hands along the pale globes of her ass. He’d threatened to spank her if she misbehaved, but he’d never had the occasion to follow through on that threat. Until now.

  Over the past week, Gwen’s need for pain had surfaced more and more in small ways. She’d come one night with no more stimulation than him pulling her hair while he taught her how to swallow him deeply in her throat. Though she’d accepted the concept of bondage during their first night together, he hadn’t continued to explore that aspect of their relationship, as he sensed her reluctance to admit what she truly wanted from him. The damn woman clearly considered certain things too dark, too wrong. He’d correct her of that mistaken assumption eventually, but right now he was going to further her education in another area.

  Without any prelude, he slapped her bare bottom several times, watching the flesh go pink beneath his hand. Gwen was silent through the first few smacks, but as he built the speed and strength, he watched with wonder as she began to squirm, her body trying to anticipate the blows, trying to seek them out before they fell. She groaned loudly and he sensed this punishment might be falling short of the mark. Her ass glowed bright red and had to be sore, yet he knew she was on the verge of coming. He stopped and pulled her upright.

  She cried out in anger, but he refused to be moved when she started to protest.

  “Watch it, Gwen,” he said. “This was a punishment, nothing more. You took this orgasm at home, without me. One more word from you and I won’t allow you to come for a week.”

  She opened her mouth to refute his claim, but he placed his fingers against her lips. “Before you threaten to disprove that comment, consider this. I will throw every one of your fucking toys away and tie you to the bed every day while I’m gone so that you can’t touch your own pussy.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.” Her question was spoken with a breathless quality that alerted him to how much that idea turned her on. Holy shit. She’d enjoy intense bondage. Even though he knew he’d never truly leave her alone while she was tied up, he didn’t mind using the threat, building the scene in her mind.

  “Do you really want to test that theory? You won’t come for a week. I will make sure of it.”

  “But then you’d suffer too.” He could see she was afraid he’d follow through with his threat to withhold her orgasms. She was becoming a greedy lover. Lucky him.

  “That’s part of being a Master, Gwen. Your instruction, your obedience comes with a price for me as well.”

  “Master?”

  He’d yet to initiate any conversation regarding BDSM with her, but he knew more and more that he wanted to live that lifestyle with her. He wanted her to call him Master, wanted her to serve him as his sexual submissive. But first, he had to prove to her that her penchant for bondage and pain wasn’t wicked and wrong.

  He kissed her gently, not ready to tell her of all the hopes and dreams he’d pinned on her.

  “Later,” he said, dismissing her question. He walked toward the back of his trailer and pulled out a bag. He’d had the toys delivered earlier in the day and he’d intended to surprise her tonight at home. As always, Gwen blew his plans sky-high. As she watched, he pulled out a butt plug and vibrator. Tearing them from their packaging, he washed them off in the small bathroom sink before returning to her.

  He kissed her gently on the cheek. “Last time, I promise. Turn around and bend over.”

  She grinned as he repeated the same command for the third time. “Since you’re ovulating, ” he said with a small chuckle, “perhaps I should keep you close to me today.”

  Her ass was still red and he struggled to understand the part of him that became aroused at the sight of his woman’s as
s marked by his hand. He shook his head, glad that Gwen couldn’t see the grin that crossed his face. It seemed they both needed to come to grips with the skeletons in their bedroom closets.

  He pushed his fingers into her hot pussy and she immediately reacted, moving against him, attempting to steal more of the stimulation she needed. He laughed softly at her incredible sex drive. He pulled out and she hissed at his retreat, until he used her juices to ease his finger’s path into her ass. Although he’d promised to fuck her there, he hadn’t done so. He wasn’t sure why he was waiting. He wanted to fuck her ass like he’d never wanted anything in life, but he wanted it to be special for her. She confessed she’d never had a man there and the idea of being her first appealed to him greatly.

  Picking up the butt plug, he decided it was time to proceed down that path. Tonight he would claim this last frontier as his own. He rubbed the plug against the outer lips of her pussy, using her fluid to coat the hard toy before placing the tip at her anus. She sucked in a harsh breath as he pushed the large plug past her tight ring of muscles. Once it was lodged, he heard her heavy sigh of relief.

  “How does that feel?” He was curious about her every thought as he dragged her deeper and deeper into his fantasies.

  “Tight. Wonderful.”

  He grinned. Leaning forward, he retrieved the second toy, a small vibrator that was operated with a remote control. He pushed the tiny toy into her dripping cunt before helping her stand. She swayed a bit as she attempted to acclimate herself to toys filling her.

  Reaching into his pocket, he pushed the button that would activate the vibrator. She hissed in surprise at the feeling. Keeping it on low, he watched her lovely cheeks flood with color.

  “Ty,” she said, but he cut off her comment.

  “You’re going to sit beside me on the set for the rest of the afternoon. If you are a good girl, I’ll give you as many orgasms as your little body can take tonight. But if you come without permission at any time while we’re here, I won’t fuck you again until tomorrow night. Understand?”

  It was high time he moved forward on her training. If she was questioning his authority and testing his rules, it was obvious she was ready for the next level.

  She nodded in response and he could see she was already fighting against her growing arousal. The vibrator was set on low. How would she react when he pushed up the speed?

  “Your orgasms belong to me now. You don’t come without my permission. Ever.”

  She shuddered at his words, but he wanted to hear her accept them as true. “Do you understand, Gwen? Repeat it back to me.”

  “My orgasms belong to you,” she whispered and he smiled.

  Gwen sucked in a rough breath and fought against the instinct to squirm in her chair. Ty’s name suddenly took on a new meaning as she suspected it wasn’t short for Tyler as she’d originally suspected, but instead was the shortened version of Tyrant. He’d taken great pleasure in tormenting her all day with his evil little toys and she wondered how she’d managed to hold back her building orgasm. For two hours, she sat beside him as he directed the scenes, one after another.

  When she’d first arrived on the set, she’d sensed his anger, his frustration. None of those emotions were present in him now. He was jovial, good-natured, laughing with the cast and crew as if she wasn’t suffering in agony just a few feet away. She fought the urge to walk over to him and slap the smug smile off his face. She was dying and he was enjoying it.

  She felt the vibrator in her pussy pick up speed and she cried out. The cameraman nearest her glanced over and she tried to cover up the sound with a cough. The annoying-as-shit assistant who’d been trailing after Ty all afternoon as if he were her personal God walked over to her to see if she needed a glass of water. Gwen shook her head, uncertain if she could speak without her voice quivering. She squeezed her legs tighter together and attempted to ride out the storm yet again.

  The past week with Ty had opened her eyes to a world she’d only lived in her fantasies. She was continually amazed by how in tune with her desires the man was. Every day, despite her attempts to hold back, to protect her heart, she found herself falling deeper and deeper under his spell. She was failing miserably in her attempts to hide her darker nature and she feared the day when Ty realized he’d never be able to go where she needed him to go. She was setting herself up for certain heartbreak and yet, as she sat here with her pussy and ass crammed full of his torturous toys, she knew she’d never have the strength to do as she should and walk away.

  After about a million years, Ty finally called it a night, congratulating the cast and crew for their outstanding work. As he approached her, the murderous feelings she’d felt all afternoon dispersed, turning into instantaneous red-hot lust.

  “Are you ready to go?” He extended a hand to help her up. She’d refused to move all day, unwilling to risk adding to the stimulation in her pussy and ass. Now she was paying the price as her legs felt stiff with the inactivity.

  She nearly fell as she stood, but he deftly caught her, holding her close to his chest. She glanced up into his face as her nipples tightened against his firm chest. “You have the limo?”

  His eyes narrowed as if he suspected the reason for her question. He nodded.

  “Good,” she said. “It’s time.”

  Chapter Six

  Vignette Three: The Darkest Night

  As they rushed to the limo, Ty quickly ushered her inside, as desperate for relief as she was. It had taken all the strength in his body not to drag her off the set and back to his trailer at least a dozen times today.

  “Take the long way home,” he commanded his driver as he shut the door behind them.

  “Take off that fucking dress.” Part of him expected her to balk at his harsh tone, but she merely reached down and whipped the filmy material over her head in one motion. All that remained beneath was a lacy scrap of material he assumed she considered a bra. The rest of her was bare to his perusal, his hands.

  He pushed her back against the leather seat, coming over her. With one deft movement, he yanked the small vibrator out of her clinging cunt and pulled the butt plug from its tight hole. He wanted every part of her available to him, to his cock, to his hands.

  She was gasping for breath, her nipples taut and tempting. Bending his head down, he sucked the barely covered nub into his mouth roughly. She cried out at his hard suckling, but didn’t complain, didn’t try to push him off. He shoved the bra down, impatiently biting at her nipples. Her hips began gyrating wildly against his thigh and he could feel her arousal soaking through the material of his dress pants.

  “Goddamn you,” he said through gritted teeth. “Hold still.” She ceased movement until he returned to playing with her soft breasts, taking her hard nipples in his teeth again. Soon she began subconsciously thrusting again.

  “That’s it, Gwen. You’ve disobeyed me one time too often.”

  She looked at him as confusion and arousal rivaled for supremacy in her beautiful blue eyes. “You’re mine.” It was time to finally admit his intentions for them. “You belong to me, and by God, you will obey me.”

  She struggled to breathe, her sexy breasts heaving with the attempt. The image was enough to drive him to utter insanity.

  “It’s time for the third story,” he proclaimed. “For ‘The Darkest Night’.”

  She slowly shook her head. “No, it’s too soon.”

  “You know your safe word.”

  “But you can’t want to, I mean, that story—”

  He reached into the bag of sex toys he’d carried from his trailer, pulling out a different, new item.

  She gasped when he showed her the fur-lined handcuffs. Roughly gripping her wrists, he dragged them over her head, securing them together through the handgrip above the window.

  She moaned as she tested the strength of her bondage and his suspicions were answered as her eyes drifted shut with pleasure. Clearly bondage resided at the top of her list of dirty fantasies.


  “You look so sexy, so defenseless. What should I do to you first?”

  She shuddered in response. “You can’t want to do this. That story—” She gasped, her body and mind appearing to be waging a war against each other. She’d fought his dominance all week and each time, he’d retreated a step or two, slowing the pace, giving her time to come to grips with her needs. He refused to back down any longer. It was time she understood who she was, who he was. What they would be together.

  “Why wouldn’t I want to reenact that story, Gwen?”

  “Those characters,” she said quietly, “what they do. It’s not natural.”

  He leaned back onto his knees, his mind whirling with her comment. “Not natural?”

  “The pain, the bondage,” she added. “Doesn’t that disturb you?”

  “No, it doesn’t. Not at all. I can show you how amazing pleasure and pain can be when mixed together just right. If you’ll let me.”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Why not? You’re a submissive, Gwen. Surely you know that.” He was shocked by her continued reticence. How could she fight so hard against what she so clearly wanted?

  “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  He reeled back at her denial. She knew. She had to know. Didn’t she? “Where the hell do you think ‘The Darkest Night’ came from? I realized it the second I learned it was you who had written it. You’re a born sub. Haven’t you ever given in to those desires? Put yourself in the hands of a true Dom, even if only for a night?”

  “No. You don’t understand. This is wrong.”

  “Don’t.” His voice was harsh, angry, but he didn’t care. “Don’t ever say this is wrong again. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Her body was trembling and he suddenly wondered if he’d gone too far.

  “Are you afraid of me?”

  She shook her head.

  “Say it, Gwen. Out loud.”

  “No,” she whispered. “I’m not afraid of you.”