It's My Life (Filming Rhiannon. Book 1) (35 page)

When I told Kaleb, he just laughed at me.

I have had another ‘note’ posted under my door, but I haven’t told Kaleb. He would flip out. I have just stashed it with the others. I’m hoping if I ignore them, they will stop.

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I currently don’t have any movies that need filming at the minute, but we do have some photo shoots coming up. They vary between magazine articles, to book covers. The building is constantly on the go, people buzzing around the place.

The next photo shoot I have to do is for a book, and I have to be with another male model. Luckily for me, Kaleb doesn’t mind. He said he only objected to Jase, because of what happened. He obviously understands its only work, and he is the one dragging me back to his bed every night, not that I have any objections.

Today though, is a weekend, so as usual now, I am laid on the bed with Kaleb beside me.

He has his head on my chest, and he is asleep. His deep breathing is the giveaway, that and the fact he is a dead weight. His tattooed arm is wrapped around my lower stomach, and I absentmindedly run my hand up and down his arm.

After a few light strokes, I feel his eyelashes flutter against my skin, letting me know he is awake.

“What would you do if I got a tattoo?” I ask him. Curiosity getting the better of me, I don’t know if I’m brave enough to get one, but one will never know.

“I don’t mind; it just depends on what you want.” he informs me as he lifts up of me.

“I don’t think I’m brave enough to get one.” I laugh nervously.

“They don’t hurt, its more the idea. If you want one, we could go and get you one, but you have to remember, they are there for life. It’s not something you can easily remove, so don’t rush into anything.” He informs me as he places soft light kisses all over my face.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Aright, come on let me feed you.” He sings as he jumps of the bed. He walks into his wardrobe and comes back out wearing a pair of cotton PJ bottoms. He is still topless, which does me no favors at all.

“Come on, up!” he demands as he leans over to give me a kiss before he walks out of the room leaving me alone.

Realizing I have more chance of drooling over him downstairs, I jump out of bed, and throw his blue robe on. The warm fluffy material instantly warming me.

I don’t hang about, I practically fly down the stairs, and land in the kitchen. He has already placed a cup of coffee on the breakfast bar for me, and he now has his back to me while he works on breakfast.

His back muscles flex as he works on the food.

When I realize what I’m doing, I mentally chastise myself. I just can’t leave him alone for a few minutes. He is like an addictive drug. The more you have, the more you want.

I drag my eyes away from his body, and place them on the coffee mug I have just picked up. The steam blowing from over the top has my attention, but then it evaporates into nothing.

After a few minutes of sat staring into space, Kaleb places a plate of food in front of me.

I smile at him, it’s such a simple meal, but it’s one of my favorite. He has done us both a plate of scrambled egg on toast, with bacon on the side.

“Dig in, you’re going to need your energy.” He says smugly. He has a mischievous look in his eyes, and I just know I’m going to benefit from what he has planned. I don’t waste anytime asking questions, I dig straight in, and eat like it will be my last ever meal.

Once my plate is empty, I sit and wait for Kaleb to finish his. He takes his time, taking the odd look at me from the corner of his eyes. He knows what he’s doing the fucker. He is making me wait.

Finally, after a few more minutes of torture, he places his knife and folk on his empty plate, and pushes his plate away from him.

He turns expected eyes on to me.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asks casually, trying to hide his damn smile. He fails.

I don’t answer him; I just climb over till I am placed in his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, and attack his lips with mine. He instantly responds, and within a few seconds, I feel his erection twitching beneath me.

Without a word from either of us, he puts his hands under my kegs and lifts me up. He follows and is soon on his feet. Without taking his mouth from mine, he walks us up to the bedroom and places me on the bed, him laying over me. His tongue is inside my mouth, playing with mine. I feel my arousal coming as his erection strains against me.

In a frenzy, he pulls his lips away from mine, and lifts me up by my arms. Before it registers what he is doing, he has his robe off my shoulders, and has discarded it on the floor.

Now I’m naked, he smashes his lips to mine. His hands go to my breasts as I moan in delight. He twists my nipple between his fingers, and I arch my back, urging him to fill me.

Just as I’m getting excited again, he jumps off the bed, and makes his way to his closet.

He leaves me hanging for a few minutes too long before he returns.

He walks back in the bed room, stark naked, holding a pair of handcuffs. I guess that’s what took him so long getting undressed, he was looking for some toys to use.

He smiles at me as he climbs on the bed.

"Baby, we're going to use these again." he says as he straddles me once again. I nod my head in acceptance, as my eyes roam down to his cock. He is rock hard, his pulsing cock sat resting against his abs.

"Baby, if you continue looking at me like that, it's going to be over quicker." he says looking thoughtful. "Actually I have a cure for that. You want to be blindfolded again?" he asks hopeful.

"I don't mind." I say desperately; I just want to feel him inside me.

He gives me a quick kiss before he jumps off the bed again. I could look at his nakedness all day, just not when he has me worked up, and desperately seeking release.

He is gone a few seconds before he returns with a few items.

He places them all on the bed beside me, and my eyes roam down to see what's there.

The pile - some of it looks familiar, but a few pieces don't.

I look back to him puzzled.

"What’s that?" I ask diverting my eyes back to the pile.

"Baby, do you trust me?" he asks quietly.

I look back at the pile and try to figure out what it all is, before I answer him. I do trust him, but I need to know what he has planned.

He grabs my chin, and makes me look towards him again.

"I would never hurt you. I will tell you want it all is, but do you trust me?" he asks again.

I stare into his eyes, as he says this, and deep down I know he wouldn't hurt me.

"Yes," I say after a few seconds.

He smiles and gives me a kiss.

"Okay baby. I'll tell you what we have here, and if you don't like it, I won't do it, okay?"

He leans over and picks up the first item.

"These are nipple clamps; they just clamp on your nipple. They hurt at first, but it’s not unbearable pain." he explains. I grab them and inspect them.

They look very uncomfortable, but hell, I trust him so I suppose testing them won’t hurt will it? Metaphorically speaking anyway.

"Next we have the vibrator, I want to use this, but not how you think." he says looking at me with a skeptical look.

"What do you plan on doing?" I ask past the lump in my throat, my throat suddenly dry. How many different ways can one use a vibrator? In fact, I don't think I want to know the answer to that.

"Well I would like to claim your ass baby, but only if you're okay with it. Have you ever done it before?" he asks.

"Once," I reply shyly. I'm not comfortable talking about my past sex life with him.

"And?" he asks.

"I didn't like it. It hurt." I reply shyly, but I guess he has to know if he wants to do it to me.

"It does hurt at first baby. Did you do it slowly?"

"No," I say with shame.

"Baby, you can't just jump straight in. Jeez, no wonder it hurt. Are you up for trying it again? Slowly this time?"

"I don't know." I say truthfully. To be honest, I’m totally shit scared, mind the pun.

"I guess so, but if I ask you to stop, you will won't you?" I ask deciding to trust him.

"I would never hurt you. If you say stop, I'll stop straight away." he looks me dead in the eyes as he says this, his way of letting me know he is being honest with me.

"Okay."

He grabs the next item, and it's a tube.

"This is lube baby, it's so I don't hurt you." he says.

I gulp down the panic. I do trust him, but I'm scared.

I just nod my head.

"I'm going to blindfold you now baby. Trust me." he pleads before he slips the mask over my eyes. I'm thrown into darkness.

He climbs off me, and turns me over so I'm laid on my stomach.

He grabs my hands and lifts them up.

"Baby, hold your hands on to the head board" he tells me. I do as he asks, and I feel the handcuffs snap round my left wrist. It is soon followed by being snapped round my other wrist. I try to pull my arms to test the restraint, and the cuffs don't allow me to move.

"Baby, don't move." he says close to my ear.

His hands come up under me, and I feel a sharp pain in my nipple, that makes me moan loudly.

"Another one." he warns me, as he fastest the other nipple clamp on my free nipple.

Once the shock passes, I'm left with a little pain, but it's not uncomfortable. It’s quite a turn on actually.

He grabs my hips and lifts me off the bed. I have to struggle on my elbows to support myself. That is a task by its self, given the fact I'm restrained and can’t move my hands freely.

Once my ass is in the air, he runs his hands over the curves.

"You have the most incredible arse," he says as he slides his fingers further down, towards my clit.

I moan as he slowly slides a finger inside me.

Using his free hand to pull on the nipple clamps, he makes me scream out. I arch my back, pushing against his hand. I need more, I don’t know what I need more of, the fingers or clamps, but I do know I need more.

He continues his delicious torture, as I struggle to stop my pending orgasm that’s just suddenly jumped at me. I didn’t expect to have an orgasm this fast. My attempt fails.

My orgasm rips through me, like never before. He slows his hand movements, then removes his fingers, as my walls continue to contract from my orgasm.

I can hear him messing around behind me, but I'm too tied up in my orgasm to care.

After a few seconds, I feel him at my entrance. His probing cock is pressing against me, making me want him more. I try to push against him, but he moves back, preventing the penetration. I moan in frustration at him.

He doesn't hang around long. He thrusts once before he is buried deep inside me.

The impact makes me scream as he stretches me to the max to accommodate him. This way he is in a lot deeper than what he has been before.

He stills for a quick moment, giving me time to adjust to him, before he starts his slow thrusting.

His hands disappear from my hips, but his thrusts continue, smoothly.

I feel movement on the bed which makes me nervous.

I know what he wants to do, but I'm not sure I'm ready for it. I will admit, it scares me a little knowing what he wants to do.

He appears to know I'm not ready, "Baby relax. You've gone tight, if you don't relax, it will hurt." he tells me calmly.

I try to relax, but I'm still a little apprehensive. I can feel a layer of sweat covering me, and it doesn’t help relax me.

He can tell I’m still not relaxed. I mean that much is obvious, he is the one buried deep inside me.

He slows his movement some more, and he places a soothing hand back on my hips.

"Baby, relax. I don't have to if you don't want to." he says reassuringly. Maybe I should give him more trust, he is paying attention to what my body is telling him.

"No, I'll be fine in a minute.” I respond. If I let him do this, it might wipe away the bad memories from the first time.

"Okay." he says as he continues his thrusting.

His thrusts speed up, going harder and deeper. I'm close to the edge, but it just won't come.

Kaleb slows his pace while my pending orgasm fades.

"Not yet baby, I'm not done with you yet." he grits out between each thrust.

His thrusts continue for a few moments, then I hear the buzzing of the vibrator.

I tense up, and clench around Kaleb some more.

"Fuck," he hisses out in pure, raw pleasure.

"Kaleb," I beg needing my release.

"Hang on baby" he says as I feel the vibrator at my entrance. I continue to tense up making Kaleb moan some more.

"Relax baby," he encourages me. Despite being nervous, I try to relax.

I feel him push it closer to my ass, and further some more. His cock is still keeping up its slow rhythm.

He pushes the vibrator some more, and when I feel his fingers connect with my clit, I instantly relax. I feel the vibrator push in, past my threshold.

I scream at the intrusion, while Kaleb continues to keep me relaxed. I’m close to begging him to stop, but his encouragement fuels me.

"Shush, baby. Just relax, you've almost done it." he encourages me. You mean to tell me through all this pain, and he isn’t even in all the way yet. Shit! I bite my bottom lip to stop the moan passing my lips. I don’t want him to stop yet.

He pushes the vibrator some more, and it does hurt. It fucking kills.

He continues pushing it further, and eventually he has it where he wants it. It doesn't hurt now, but it is uncomfortable. The pain has been replaced with pleasure.

He picks up the rhythm and starts pounding into me. The vibrator is vibrating in my arse as he pounds into me. He tugs on the nipple clamps, making me scream some more.

My body is close to the edge, and I'm scared of tipping over.

"Come on, let me hear you." Kaleb demands pounding harder still. His relentless pounding is torture, but a nice torture. Fucking hell, I think it’s a torture I can become addicted too, and need again and again.

I scream, I have too much simulation going on at once, and my body is struggling to cope. “Kaleb please,” I beg.