If he was trying to seduce me with his eyes, it was working. I was melting between my legs listening to him speak. I would do anything for him…and…Dorian of course. He could see in my eyes that I was willing. His gleam was mesmerizing as he studied my reactions. I reached down, picked up the cup of black tea, and moved it to my lips.
“You didn’t tell Dorian you were coming did you? If so, he would have sent a driver to meet you when you got off of the plane and you wouldn’t of ended up on your back on the damp concrete,” he said. His accent sounded British but it was much more subtle than Dorian’s.
“I just wanted to surprise him,” I said, sipping on the hot tea.
“Dorian doesn’t often like surprises,” he answered.
“Do you think he will be angry?” I continued.
“I’ll tell you what. Let’s go find out. He’s shooting one of the final scenes for the movie over in studio nine and my cart is right outside.”
I set my tea down on the table and then he helped me up from the couch. His arms were strong and he radiated electricity. He was a stunning man. We walked out of the side door where a golf cart that looked like a tiny monster truck waited for us.
We both sat down and he backed us out. Then we made our way through the massive studio lot to where they were finishing filming for the next Shades of Discontent movie.
We pulled up outside soundstage nine where a large white sign with red letters read Filming in Progress. There was a guard outside two large sliding doors.
Canaan gestured to the guard that we wanted to go inside and the guard nodded back to Canaan. Canaan slid one of the massive doors open and we both stepped inside and crossed through several interior sets until we came upon a large bedroom suite. The lights were lit in a bluish hue as Dorian filmed the final love scene with his beautiful brunette starlet Cassie Kirkman. They were uncovered on the bed as they ground into each other while delivering their lines. It was very intense and passionate. The way he was speaking to her reminded me of the way he spoke to me when we made love back at Paramore.
“Oh my,” I whispered a bit too loudly, as their intense lovemaking became violent.
Canaan motioned to be quiet as we watched from the shadows. The scene went on for several minutes and was extremely hot. I was feeling quite turned on as Dorian’s muscular arms caressed her body. They choreographed a beautiful scene as they moved together. It looked like they were really fucking from this angle. I felt jealous pangs catch in my chest as I watched them move in harmony. I silently wished I were that girl lying under Dorian’s hard muscles as he ground into her. It was so erotic.
When they finished, the director, who was over on the right, yelled cut and print, then he ordered blocking for the final scenes tomorrow. Dorian’s assistant moved up to him and helped slip a robe over his naked body and he then made his way off set. When he stepped out from under the lights his face fell on Canaan then his eyes locked onto mine. He flashed a sly grin, like he expected me to follow him out here, and quickly moved up to embrace me.
“Luv! Oh my god, what are you doing here? Why didn’t you call or text and tell me you were coming?” he said as he grabbed me and kissed me deeply. Canaan fell a few steps back to give us a moment. I returned his kiss for several seconds then I broke our embrace to catch my breath.
“I wanted to surprise you. I hope that’s okay?” I asked.
“Luv, I am pleased you came to see me. How were you able to sneak away from Snapple-puss?” he asked, referring to Avery.
“I really don’t want to talk about him if that’s okay. I just needed to get away for a while and the only place I could think of going was here. Again, I hope that’s okay. I can get a hotel so I won’t be any trouble,” I said.
“Nonsense, Luv, you’re staying with me,” he said as he squeezed me tightly, then wrapped his arm around mine and began to walk forward. “Come with me, Aria, and let me show you some of the set.”
As we began to walk, several of the cast, lighting crew, and gaffers stared wondering who I was, especially Dorian’s brunette co-star Cassie Kirkman, who was glaring daggers through me. Her eyes clearly questioned: Who was I to steal Dorian’s attention from her. She clearly wasn’t just acting a few minutes ago when they were in bed. I think she wanted to fuck Dorian desperately, if she hadn’t already.
We made our way to another room, across the studio, where one of the sets was built to be Dorian’s character’s BDSM room. It was a grand royal purple chamber with large leather couches and harnesses hanging from the ceiling. It was magnificently decorated with clear crystal cupboards that housed an assortment of whips, chains, pokers, and bondage equipment. Most of the crew busied themselves on the distant side of the building when he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.
“I missed you,” he whispered.
I went to reply, but he covered my mouth with two fingers and then slid his palms over to cup my cheeks delicately.
His eyes took me in like he was seeing me for the first time and I shifted nervously in his hands. He pulled me into him and kissed me breathless.
“You came to me,” he said. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he added softly. I smiled up at him.
“Me too.” Dorian reached to the wall and pressed a lever. A padded table slid outward from the wall and I realized this was a fully functioning BDSM chamber.
“I think we have something to make up for,” he said like we had just left off an hour ago and not days ago.
“Yes…I want you to know I’m sorry I ran out on you. I’m sorry for a lot of things.”
“Actions speak louder than words,” he grinned. It was the first time I took in where I really was. I squealed and looked back at Dorian.
“Can anybody see us?”
“No, we’re far enough away so the guys can’t hear you,” he replied.
“Guys? You mean the gaffers, grips, lighting techs, director, assistant director, and sound engineers?” He nodded. “They know not to bother me. If they need me they can page me through the intercom system.”
My smile widened. Naughty. I ground my hips against Dorian’s crotch and rubbed against his hardening shaft. He groaned. He was still revved up from shooting that scene and now it was my turn to take care of him.
“Did you miss me?” he asked.
“Oh god, yes,” I whispered.
“Show me how much,” he said with a crooked smile. “Slip off your leggings, sweet girl,” he instructed.
I backed up a few steps and did as he said. He growled as I kicked off my running shoes and shimmied my leggings down. I teased my fingers around the edges of my panties and his eyes darkened.
“Tease me and I’ll make your ass a glorious color. Take it all off for me,” he purred.
I slipped off my panties then my shirt and bra as he undid his robe and lowered it off his shoulders. Then he sat on the edge of the padded table extending from the wall.
“Ride me, Luv,” he said in his thick accent. I straddled him.
He wrapped his left arm around my ponytail, and tilted my head back briefly, while guiding himself slowly inside me with one hand. He breathed in deep and looked at me through hooded eyes.
“I can smell how aroused you are for me, Aria.”
“I’m sorry, I think I need a shower. It was a long flight,” I huffed while rising and lowering on his lap. He smirked.
“I like it when you’re dirty…it’s naughtier. I had planned to draw this out a little more but you’re bringing me close to bliss,” he said, guiding me up and down with his warm hands. His eyes traced my face like he was memorizing me. He then closed his eyes and I watched Dorian’s stress fade away. His other hand still held my ponytail. He was making it loud and clear that he was in charge. He leaned forward and his lips skimmed the underside of my breast. I trembled from the contact of our warm bodies against each other.
“Ahhh, you did miss me, didn’t you? I love how your body responds to my needs,” he groaned, moving into me deliciously sl
owly, then reversing, and repeating. His other hand left my hip and made its way up to my breast. He cupped it as he picked up the pace. I was just getting into it when he stopped and pulled me towards him so that we were face to face. “Did you and Avery break up? Is that why you left the way that you did?”
My heart clenched and spiraled like a tight knot. Dorian moved my chin to look at him.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“So, you’re not with him anymore?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.
“And you came to me? Tell me, Aria, am I your rebound, or is this genuine?” I leaned back, trying to understand how he could ask me that at a time like this. I was nearing climax and wrinkled my brow at him.
“We broke up because I wanted to be with you and not him. You are not a rebound. I’m here because I can’t get you out of my head, or my heart, and not long ago you invited me here,” I said feeling my heart accelerate. “Was I wrong to come see you?” I continued.
He studied my face then it was like all his gates were unleashed. “No, Luv. I just had to make sure. I want you here, but not out of regret or desperation. I had to make sure you’re giving yourself to me willingly and completely.”
“I hear that I’m a terrible liar,” I said playfully. He smirked.
“Submit to me, Aria. It will be the best thing you’ve ever done. I promise,” he pleaded softly. Dorian smiled at me. “During our time at Paramore we’ve formed a bond with each other. I’ve never had this deep connection with anyone else. We crave one another,” he said, grinding into me. I gasped as he ground deeper.
His hand re-gripped my ponytail and he tilted my head to the side. His lips pressed against my neck in all the right places as I ground my hips into his. I moved closer to the edge but Dorian held me just far enough away from it to keep my gaze on his as I begged for release.
“Are you afraid to give yourself completely to me?” he asked.
“I just don’t want to be told what to do and how to do it. Relationships should be a natural give and take. I don’t want to be just your housegirl anymore. I want to be your girlfriend,” I said.
“It’s natural for me. This is who I am. I find I like it.”
“You like hurting me like I’m the co-star in your movie?” I asked as he tightened his grip on my hair.
“There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. You followed my instructions without the slightest hesitation and your body burns for me with the mere thought of being mine. You’re a natural submissive. I think I’ve proven that,” he said, pulling out then rolling his hips and thrusting back into me. His sex brushed my g-spot and my insides clenched, searching for my release.
Dorian rolled my nipple between his fingers and the feel of him all around me, taking control of my body, made me shudder.
“Don’t fight it anymore, sweet girl. Your body is saying yes. Shut off that overthinking mind of yours and succumb to me. I’m going to make a movie with you and it’ll be the best time of your life.”
I pulled my bottom lip against my teeth and nibbled on it. I was regretting my leaving home less and less. Dorian growled. “You drive me crazy with that beautiful mouth of yours,” he grumbled. He released my hair and brought me closer. His hands cupped my face and it made me feel cherished, adored, and loved.
“I care for you more than you know. Trust in me, and let me show you my world,” he whispered. I moaned as he ground into me like he was making love to me. His lips brushed mine tempting me like the sinner he was.
“Come on, you know you want to,” he smirked. He pressed his glorious kisses along my jaw, behind my ear and back again. My body was floating and my head was suddenly clear. I was wavering before but now I couldn’t think of one reason why I should say no. I wanted to be his equal but if this pleased him then I’d be whatever he wanted.
“Okay, I’m yours,” I said in a passion-laden voice. Dorian paused as my words sank in. He smiled widely then wrapped both arms around me, pulling me harder up against him.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“Yes, Dorian. For you, I will submit to you,” I said softly.
Dorian released so much passion on my body that I didn’t know if I should cry out in pleasure or burst into tears. He was so tender, so loving, and so kind. In the few minutes we were together Dorian had my body pleading and burning for him. I knew that this was only the beginning.
My climax flooded over me as I closed my eyes and rode the waves of pleasure. When it was over, I rested my head on Dorian’s shoulder and closed my eyes. How lucky was I? I was going to have a chance to make a movie with my boyfriend, the biggest movie star in the world.
When I finally opened my eyes I noticed over on the left side, partially obscured by shadow, was Canaan. He had watched the whole thing. His eyes burned with desire as they locked onto mine and then he faded backwards until the shadows engulfed him and he disappeared. I closed my eyes again and tried to process how I felt about Canaan watching us and honestly, it kind of turned me on. We stayed there motionless for several minutes without saying a word, when finally we were startled by the sounds of the grips and gaffers working ever closer to us.
We both dressed and then made our way back through the sets to where most of the crew was working setting up for the next scene. Canaan was nowhere to be found when we stepped out of the massive studio doors.
Dorian had the security guard take me back to his office where I waited in quiet until Dorian returned after he finished prepping for tomorrow’s scene. He had his town car meet us at his office and we rode back to Dorian’s place in West Vancouver.
We made our way up a winding road that curved around by the ocean until we came to a cul-de-sac where the road dead-ended at Dorian’s house. However, Dorian’s house was not a house. It was a mansion, a glorious mansion.
When I stepped inside, it was magnificent. Dark wood accented fine European art. It was a twelve million dollar, 8500 square foot house with all the elegance and glamour of a French Chateau. It rested on the side of a mountain and featured a 180 degree unobstructed view of the ocean from the Cypress mountains to the Gulf islands. It was stunning, and there wasn’t a bad view from anywhere in the house.
As we stepped inside the kitchen, I couldn’t help but notice the two islands in the middle of the kitchen with white marble tops, I had never seen anything like that before. The kitchen really popped with the four Schonbek crystal chandeliers that outlined the space.
Off to the side of the living room was an eclipse door that slid back allowing exit to the upper back patio and outside dining area. When it opened, I could feel the chilling ocean breeze caress over me.
The wine racks had custom stainless steel shelves that could hold one hundred and eighty wine bottles in a temperature-controlled environment. There were even security TVs built into the backsplash of the kitchen counters so one could see who was rolling up to the gate. Off to the back of the kitchen sat a formal dining room and spice kitchen all topped off by an amazing infinity pool out back on the lower patio.
On the lower level, Dorian had built another wine rack that was twice the size of the one by the kitchen. Dorian’s favorite space was on the lower level because he said he loved entertaining.
There was a bar made of the same dark hardwood that the kitchen contained, a wine cellar, and even a putting green outside of the back patio, but just as we came down the stairs there was a strange looking man out on the back patio sitting by the pool.
Dorian begged me to give him a moment as he stepped through the sliding doors and greeted the man. He was an attractive blonde haired man about twenty-five. He was wearing a wool, navy colored pea coat, white slim-fit slacks that were rolled up slightly at the bottoms, and blue canvas shoes with no socks. I found that funny since it was too cold and damp not to have socks.
Something about that guy made the hairs on my neck stand up like there was something familiar about him. I just couldn’t quite place it.
Dorian
spoke with the man for a few seconds and the man handed Dorian a small square brown package that was slightly bigger than a Rubik’s Cube.
The man walked around Dorian and left as Dorian stepped inside with the package tucked under his arm. Then he guided me upstairs and I followed him to the master bedroom suite as curiosity got the better of me.
“What was in that package?” I finally questioned.
“Just a bit of something for my party next week. Don’t worry. I’ll share. Now that we’re away from Paramore, we don’t have to be bound by Avery’s dreary rules. He would always ruin my fun. That lad is an old square soul,” he said as we entered the private hallway.
“These are the guest rooms here on the left. My bedroom is the large double-doors at the end of the hall. Make sure to keep the bedroom locked during any parties. I don’t want anyone snooping around in there.”
Dorian stopped in front of two luxury French doors and unlocked them to reveal his master suite. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge wondering what it was like to live somewhere like this.
I moved inside them, wheeled my luggage to the front of the bed, and sat down to take in the space of my newfound freedom.
Dorian moved over to the far wall and stood in front of a painting that was the same as the view from his balcony doors.
My head cocked sideways as Dorian opened the painting to the right exposing a wall safe behind the painting.
He punched a six-digit code into the lock, and the safe popped open, then he tucked the package into the safe, where several others wrapped in the same plain brown paper rested. He closed the safe and returned the painting to its original position. The master suite was as breathtaking as the rest of the house. I noticed the French doors leading out to the balcony were the same as a pair of doors leading to an adjoining room.
“Here’s your key to the bedroom,” he said, noticing my vacant stare. “You seem distant. What is it, Luv?” Dorian asked.
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