My cock flaps against my stomach when I press my hand to the chair, and my teeth clamp together when an overwhelming sensation makes me forget how to word.
“Guess it’s getting close.” He licks his lips, smearing the precum on my tip with his fingers, and he smiles.
“Fuck, look at you, though. Makes me wish I could capture this moment forever. It definitely needs to be seen more than once. It deserves to be.”
“I . . .” My throat locks up and my balls tighten, my cock leaking like a fucking faucet. I like the sound of that. Of him watching me on the big screen in his basement. Of him viewing something we made for only us to see.
He pulls out his phone and I choke on my next breath, shaking my head as he lifts it between us, his light shining straight at me. “Don’t.”
“Don’t worry, baby. It’s for our eyes only. For you and your biggest fan. Your favorite cameraman and director. The only one who knows that the real you is what the camera really likes seeing.”
“I . . . I . . . fuck.”
“You like being my little star, don’t you? Getting to film you during all your best moments is such a privilege. So many others would take it for granted, but not me.”
I fuck myself on the dildo harder, slowing down my movements as I go in deeper and sweep over my magic spot. His fingers roll over my cock head and he drops to his knees, holding the phone above his head as he takes me all the way into his mouth.
It’s almost too much. My brain short circuits, my balls lift, and my cock throbs as I hit the back of his throat, my cum spurting inside him.
My hips stiffen, my body rocked from the inside out as my hole tightens its hold on the toy before releasing it again. He lets go of me with a pop, and his tongue samples each corner of his mouth before he dives forward to suck on my shirt. The lens is on me still, and I probably look a mess, but you wouldn’t know it by the way he’s looking at me.
“And . . . cut,” he says, lowering his phone after tapping the screen. “Such a beautiful movie star. You did so good and didn’t even have to try. You’re such a damn natural. Meant to be in the spotlight.”
“You filmed me,” I say, sounding distant.
“Yeah. Got all the good parts, and I don’t think anything needs to be cut. It was all so good. The perfect start to our collection.”
“Delete it,” I say, sinking back in the chair and reaching for the waving device.
“Why would I delete such a masterpiece? That would be such a waste, and I’d rather not waste anything when it comes to you.” He straightens his legs, standing all the way up before sliding the strap back up my arm.
I place my hands over my lap but I don’t know why. It’s not like he hasn’t already seen all of me. He had my cheeks spread apart yesterday, practically probing at my insides. Doubt there’s any part of me left to hide from him now.
“Hayden.”
“I’ll go ahead and let myself out so you can get dressed. I’ll see you out there.” He leans down to press a chaste kiss to my lips.
“Hayden,” I say again, and he looks back as he walks to the door.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure no one sees me leaving the room.”
“Delete it, please.”
“I think this is something you should really think about. How am I supposed to watch it again if it’s gone? Take the whole day if you need to. You can give me your final decision when you agree to come back with me to my hotel.” He grins and it’s almost sinister, causing my blood to run cold before turning back to molten lava.
He twists the knob, and the only sound I can get out before he leaves is a shallow breath. The door shuts behind him, and I sit here a while, looking at myself. My body is flushed and a sheen of sweat covers parts of my skin. I wipe myself up and clean the toy before shoving it into my travel bag. Giving it another thought as I change shirts and put on the dark blue jeans my character is supposed to wear next, I remove it from the bag, putting it in the back of my vanity drawer instead.
I have two more scenes to do today, and it’ll be easier to grab it from there. It’s not the only thing I think about when I’m leaving the dressing room or getting my makeup done. His last words are replaying in my head, about letting him know my final decision before agreeing to go back to his hotel. They override all others and I almost forget my lines, but I see him watching me and everything I need to do to get through the scene instantly comes back.
He’s smiling, while his eyes remind me to keep thinking about what my answer will be at the end of the day. I have three hours. The director shouts, “Scene,” clapping her hands together and jumping from her seat. “Good job, team. Go get some dinner . . .shower, read, and sleep. Whatever you gotta do to give me a repeat of today.”
She’s giving me permission to leave in a way. I’m what’s holding me back now, and I have to give him my answer. It’ll be better to do it while we’re alone in his car on the way to go eat together. That settles one answer, but deep down I already knew I’d end up going.
That toy felt good, but his fingers were fucking amazing, and I can only imagine what his cock would feel like. I told him that I wanted it next time, and the sooner that is, the better. Lisa was right. I did my best today and it was because of him. Him and his camera. I could ask him to delete it, or I could have him hit record again before adding another masterpiece to his collection. I exit the front of the studio and look to where we met last time.
He’s standing there, lifting his head at me with that intoxicating smile, and that’s all it takes for me to make up my mind. I’m his favorite star, and I can’t wait to put on my best performance for him tonight.
Thirteen