I used what little concentration I had left and used my thumb to text a reply to the first message I had in my recents list. All I could muster was the word “Help” and hit send on my phone. Then I loosened my grip and let it fall from my hand onto the floor next to the end table.
Nate moved over to me, leaned down, and placed a slow kiss onto my lips. In my current state, I felt like I was watching my body from across the room. I wanted to yell or to scream but I couldn’t.
Then Preston moved over to me and placed a kiss on my mouth as his hands invaded the top of my dress and cupped my breasts. He released the kiss and stood as a light knock came at the door. Canaan opened the door as Nate and Preston stepped backwards.
“Is she ready?” he asked.
“She’s more then ready,” Preston replied. Nate stood silently as Canaan grabbed one arm and Preston grabbed the other and walked me out of the bedroom.
They escorted me down a back stairway that remained hidden from the other partygoers. Dorian was waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs.
He leaned down to me and whispered into my left ear. “Aria, do you consent to what happens next?” I barely managed to nod in my blurred state. Dorian smiled and turned toward the door.
“Time to play,” he said as he punched in a code to a private access door. Canaan and Preston carried me through the doorway followed by Dorian and Nate.
They carried me into a large purplish-lit room. Dorian had a large BDSM dungeon set up with film cameras and movie lights. I could barely mumble any words by this point as they carried me to a large circular leather sofa in the middle of the ornate area. There were an assortment of clasps, cuffs, and whips, on the wall as well as blindfolds. There were glass cases around the edge of the room that contained vibrators and chained bindings. Dorian hid away this room from the world. Canaan and Preston sat me down on the sofa and leaned me backwards.
“Are you ready to star in your first porn movie, Aria?” Dorian said to me as he began to disrobe.
“Just pretend you and I are the only ones here Luv. You’ll do just fine. Everyone’s nervous their first time on camera,” he said. He quickly removed his pants and produced his massive rock hard member. “This little movie will make us millions sweetie. The world’s biggest movie star and his…well you know. It’s going to be brilliant.”
Canaan moved over behind a large camera array and moved it toward us. Nate stood off to the side by Cooper Donovan and Neil Pettigrew Croxford who were both rubbing the fronts of their pants as they watched. Preston walked over behind a small electronic board and slid a couple faders upward as lights brightened from a lighting truss on either side of the room.
Dorian knelt down between my legs and slid up my dress to expose me to the camera.
“You were driving me crazy tonight. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but tasting you,” he whispered. My head fogged over as I struggled to keep conscious. The room spun as Dorian lowered his mouth to me. Canaan moved the camera around to zoom in from the side. I tried to resist, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. I was so confused as to how this was happening.
“You’re doing fine,” Canaan said from behind the camera. A slow moan escaped from my mouth as my body was giving in even though my mind was trying to fight it.
“How do you feel, Luv,” Dorian asked.
I couldn’t reply. My eyes wandered around the room. I never felt so out of it. I could see the two executives standing near the wall, each watching intently and I was in a vacuum.
Within seconds, Dorian peeled me out of my short dress and tossed it onto the floor. His mouth pressed to mine again and soon I was gasping for air. Dorian’s eyebrow raised and the corner of his mouth lifted. He then flipped me over and began grinding against me. I was having a hard time breathing with my face buried against a small crowd of pillows. I was about to be invaded massively, but I wasn’t wet enough yet. Dorian then stood up and retrieved a vibrator from a line of toys that were meticulously laid out on a tray next to the bed.
He ran the vibrator across my shoulders and down my back. He paused to pull my light brown hair into a ponytail then resumed his course. The vibrator slowly made its way down my back and skimmed over my backside.
I rolled my head back and moaned involuntarily. He moved the vibrator lower and I cried out when I felt it hit down below. My breathing switched to short puffs as the room spun uncontrollably.
“Easy Luv,” he breathed. “We have all night. This is only the first scene.” His warm lips traced soft kisses across my shoulder as one hand gripped my waist and the other was teasing me with the vibrator. I was slipping further into subspace.
Dorian switched off the vibrator then lay down and positioned himself under me so that his head was facing upward between my thighs.
“You are so wet and swollen my Luv.”
I groaned as his tongue pushed me further down the rabbit hole. Canaan repositioned the camera again for an unobstructed view of the action.
Dorian’s hands skimmed my stomach then my breasts from underneath me. His fingers gripped my hips as he guided me onto his mouth. His tongue penetrated up into me as I tried hard not to pass out. I didn’t want to give in to this in front of everyone.
I just wanted to forget this moment. I glanced dazed over by the wall, as Nate looked flushed and steely eyed. His eyes met mine then he turned, and headed out the door and back up the stairs while several more of Dorian’s friends came into the dungeon and stood within clear view of my nakedness.
“You are gorgeous like this. Your body is my playland. I worship you sweetie,” Dorian said as my wetness covered his mouth.
“I think you like them watching me pleasure you,” he said.
I breathed shallow puffs as I tried to shake off both the shots they gave me. I blurrily scanned the room. I was naked for everyone to see. I never felt so numb.
Dorian didn’t waste any more time as his tongue found my pleasure center and soon I was fighting not to give in to an orgasm. I felt his hand leave my hip and smack me hard across my ass. I let out a heavy breath and opened my eyes. I could feel him pressing harder into my vulva. He smacked me again. I let the burn pulse through my body like fuel to a fire. He smacked me again and sucked harder on my center. Canaan zoomed the camera in to capture the action.
“I’m going to push you to the edge,” he said, mumbling into my essence. Dorian then slipped his fingers inside me. The burn of my backside mixed with the penetration of his fingers drove white heat through my body and I exploded into a thousand pieces.
Preston moved from the soundboard and lowered a restraint from the ceiling. Then he bound my hands, and moved me higher on the bed. I knew Dorian wasn’t anywhere near done with me. We had so much further to go, and he made it clear that this would go all night. I was his little movie star.
“Eyes to me,” Canaan ordered, directing Dorian through the scene. I was floating near subspace just as three more of Dorian’s friends came into the dungeon.
“We need a money shot,” Canaan said to Dorian as he moved the camera around to the other side.
Dorian began stroking his thick steel as he moved up to kneel by my chest, and in a few seconds he began to let go and released his arousal over my breasts.
I rolled my head to look over at Dorian as the strangers stepped closer to the bed eyeing me like Piranha. Dorian’s eyes filled with emotion.
“I love you, Aria,” he breathed.
Canaan said something about pausing the camera to set up the next shot while I stared at Dorian in surprise wondering how all of this could have happened. Dorian paused as Canaan and Preston set up the next shot. I laid there restrained and couldn’t move my arms. All of Dorian’s friends stepped closer as if they were ready to take turns with me. There was a hunger of desire in their eyes, and even in my dazed state I could tell I needed to get out of here before they pounced on me.
Suddenly, I heard Avery’s familiar voice outside the dungeon door. There were severa
l voices arguing and the sounds of a scuffle.
“I invited myself, motherfucker,” Avery bellowed, kicking the door open while tossing Dorian’s bodyguard to the side like he was a toddler. Avery rushed into the room with at least ten heavily armed security personnel from Camp Paramore, all dressed in black fatigues, shielded helmets, and brandishing military grade M16s. Dorian’s friends nearly fell over trying to get out of the way as Avery’s security team tackled several of them that tried to run back up the stairs.
“Get down! Everyone freeze and get on the ground! Now!” Avery yelled as rifles pointed around the room. Everything happened so fast.
“Fuck,” Canaan cursed as he scrambled to hide the camera. Dorian moved to me quickly, releasing me from my restraints and covering me with a pink silk robe.
After a moment of confusion, I took in the sight of Avery’s full security team as they flanked out behind him, along with Pierce, Travis, and eight others.
I could tell from the heavy footsteps above that his men were clearing out the party upstairs. Then, I distinctly heard several warning shots being fired into Dorian’s ceiling upstairs. Avery meant business.
Dorian held me firmly beside him as we were surrounded by Avery’s security. Avery’s eyes were flaring with anger.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house, mate? This is private property,” Dorian shouted harshly.
“You are done here, mate. I am taking Aria out of this place,” Avery scowled. “Pierce, grab that camera.” Canaan stepped back but held his grip firmly on the camera as Travis moved in behind him and wrapped his arms around his head, throwing him into a headlock. The camera tumbled out of Canaan’s arms but Pierce snatched it up before it could hit the ground.
“That’s private property,” Canaan bellowed. Then Travis tossed Canaan to the side where two security personnel seized him and threw him to the ground with one kneeling in the center of his back while the other cuffed him then dragged him upstairs.
“Aria?” Avery said with worry in his eyes as he moved over to me.
I blinked in confusion. “Huh?” I asked, not realizing who was speaking to me. I shook my head, still trying to get a grip on what was happening.
“What’s she on?” Avery said glaring at Dorian. “What did you give her?” His eyes radiated in anger.
“This is my house. Piss off and get out now!” Dorian said.
“Why is everyone shouting?” I mumbled, but I wasn’t sure if the words had even left my lips. I leaned into Dorian for support. His arm strengthened around me. Why can’t we all just get along?
“She’s coming with me,” Avery ordered.
“Not bloody likely, mate,” Dorian said. “Besides, I love her.”
“Just like Lily. You don’t know what love is idiot,” Avery snapped back to him.
“I wanna stay here,” I slurred. My pulse was pounding in my ears. “I don’t feel good,” I whispered to Dorian. His eyes were so tender, so loving,
“I have you, Luv,” he breathed. His smile was warm but then it turned cold when he looked back to Avery.
“She is staying here with me,” Dorian said.
“So you can drug and gangbang her?” Avery ensued.
“I’m going to make her a star!” Dorian grumbled.
Suddenly, Avery grabbed Dorian and pulled him away from me, throwing him on the floor. Travis’s warm arms wrapped around me as he lifted me up and flung me over his shoulder.
“Get your hands off her,” Dorian said with rage.
I turned my head as Dorian stood and punched Avery in the jaw and Neil Pettigrew Croxford went for Pierce. But Pierce rammed his right knee into Croxford’s chest, dropping him in pain to the floor.
“Put me down,” I slurred as tears leaked from my eyes. I tried to stop Travis from holding me but I was too dazed and out of it. The room spun uncontrollably as blackness crept ever closer to engulfing me.
“Stay the fuck away from her,” Dorian yelled as he lunged for me but he was blocked by Avery who landed a blow into Dorian’s jaw, causing him to fall back into the soundboard.
The gear crashed to the ground making a terrible sound. Dorian stood quickly and charged Avery at full speed, knocking him onto the circular couch. They traded blows mercilessly as they wrestled and choked each other.
Finally, Avery used his feet to kick Dorian over his head and into the tall glass case that displayed diamond-studded wristlets and bindings among other BDSM gear.
Dorian shook off his confusion, reached down, grabbed a bullwhip, and stood quickly. He snapped the whip into Avery’s face, cutting him across his cheek and drawing blood. Anger filled Avery’s eyes as he motioned for the guards to hold their position. He then charged into Dorian, knocking him into another glass case. Glass smashed everywhere as they rolled through it cutting their arms and hands. Avery stood and pulled Dorian to his feet then landed his fist into Dorian’s jaw once again knocking him back and over a bench.
Avery then rushed to stand over Dorian, pulled him up, and crushed another blow into his mouth. Dorian crawled on all fours between Avery’s legs then grasped him, pulling him down over him, and rolling him into another glass case smashing it into a thousand pieces. Dorian then stood, stumbled over to the side, and grabbed a glass vase off of a shelf. He turned to Avery, who had just risen to his feet, and smashed it over his head.
Pierce became alarmed and moved in Avery’s direction to help until Avery waved him off.
Avery rose to his feet once again and charged Dorian and landed several uppercuts and then multiple body blows into Dorian’s side. As Dorian stumbled, Avery picked him up and tossed him into the lighting board, knocking it into the lighting stands, and causing a thunderous crash of twisted metal. The last thing I heard was Dorian calling out my name before Avery knocked him out, then I was taken upstairs.
Several of the guards grabbed Dorian’s cuffed friends, guided them upstairs, and lined them up lying face down on the carpeting by the fireplace. Avery had my things gathered by security and then I was rushed outside. As they carried me out, I could have sworn that Nate was standing in front of the neighbor’s house watching from behind a pine tree. Security then put me into a waiting black SUV where I passed out.
*****
“We’re about to hit some turbulence. Buckle up everyone,” a strange voice said over the intercom.
Turbulence? I thought as I stirred awake. My eyes popped open and I took in the luxury white interior of Avery’s jet.
“Avery,” I croaked. My foggy eyes found Avery sitting across from me with a concerned look on his face. We were in his private front cabin. Everyone else was in the main seating section of the plane.
“Where are we?” I said in a raspy voice.
“Somewhere over Iowa,” he replied.
“Why are we on your jet?” I said louder.
“I’m taking you home, Aria,” he said flatly.
“I need to speak to Dorian. How long ago did we take off?”
“Three hours ago,” he said.
“Take me back. I need to speak to Dorian.”
“You’re never going to see him again, Aria.”
“What are you talking about? Of course, I’m going to see him. He’s…” I stuttered as he looked at me wildly. “Avery, you are out of control. Turn this plane around right now,” I demanded, trying my best to remain calm.
“Do you even know what happened tonight? You texted me for help, remember?” he asked.
“Go to hell,” I seethed. The truth was I didn’t really remember very much about what happened. I remembered seeing Nate in my bedroom and then only errant flashes. But I did remember Avery storming in with a small army. “I want to go back,” I hissed.
“I don’t think you know what you want, Aria,” Avery said.
“I know that I don’t want to be here with you,” I shouted.
“Nice, Aria. You idiot, they drugged you and tried to shoot a porn movie with you,” Avery challenged. “Do you want to see the record
ing of you and Dorian? I got there just in time. Dorian was about to film you having sex with a bunch of guys in a gangbang scene. Are you sure you want me to take you back there?” I said nothing. I was still clearing the fog from my mind as Avery continued.
“I tried to tell you before that you shouldn’t fall for him. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him for what he did to you!” he exclaimed. I didn’t think that it was possible to see Avery’s eyes sadden any further but they did. I swallowed dryly. He reached over and handed me a tall glass of water. No matter how much I pushed him away, he still took care of me. My anger softened slightly as I downed the rest of my drink.
“I’m so thirsty,” I said.
“Dorian gave you a combination of liquid Molly and Special K. It will increase your body temperature; speed up your metabolism, and your thirst. So, drink slowly until you recover.
“Molly and Special K,” I puffed. “I know what they do! But how do you know about it? You weren’t there.”
“A little birdy texted me.”
“Nate?” I seethed. “Why would he do that?”
“Who knows,” he countered.
“His plans are always about me. If he helped you, I can guarantee there’s an ulterior motive. You can’t trust him. He’s a sociopath,” I countered.
“He texted me what Dorian was planning. We were only a few minutes away, when I got your text for help,” he said. “So, we came and got you.” My mind flooded with flashes of what happened tonight. The fog was starting to clear.
“We took the camera. That recording will never see the light of day. You’re lucky we got there when we did.”
I frowned. “So what,” I said like a pouty child.
“So what?” Avery tilted closer. “You want to be a porn star, is that what you’re saying?” He leaned away then spoke. “Christ, it’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”
“Porn. I thought…” I broke off. Avery studied me.
“You thought that he was filming you for his private collection?” he snickered. “You couldn’t be more naïve. Dorian promised to put you in a film. Didn’t he tell you what kind it was? Didn’t you think it was strange that they were making a movie with all those guys in the room?” he said sarcastically.
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