Brit Flick Sweethearts: A Rom-Com With Spanking (8 page)

“I don’t want
to play your games, Curt. I really shouldn’t be here…”

“Take off your
clothes. Now,” he barked, interrupting her.

“Curt,
please.”

Although there
was little resistance in her voice. Even when he came up to her and
spun her round so that her back was pressed against him.

“Please,” she
repeated, but the word no longer held the meaning it should have
done.

His hands
reached round and popped open the fly of her jeans.

“Seeing as you
can’t seem to do it for yourself...”

Her jeans
pooled at her feet and unthinkingly she stepped out of them. Like
an obedient child, she lifted her arms above her head at his
insistence, and let him remove the jumper. Her skin goose-bumped at
his touch; a million little pinpricks all over her body that made
her heart hammer and her breath catch in her throat.

He undid her
bra and it fell to the floor in a whisper. When he reached round to
cup her heavy-with-arousal breasts, a soft sigh escaped her lips
and she squirmed against him. Her nipples puckered instantly at his
touch and she knew right then that she was lost to him. She would
do anything he asked of her and she would do it gladly, not matter
what it was.

“On the bed,”
he said gruffly. “Lie on your back.”

Meekly she did
as he asked, all thoughts of escape completely forgotten. There was
only him and her in the world, nothing else mattered.

He kneeled next
to her, slipped her knickers down her legs and spread her thighs.
The air immediately hit her arousal, cooling the wetness there.

She gasped when
without warning he buried his face between her legs, homing in on
her clit and tonguing it hard. She writhed on the bed and fisted
the duvet; the pleasure was so immediate, so intense, it was almost
pain. But her body quickly adjusted and in a matter of seconds, a
strong, sharp orgasm burst through her, making her writhe and arch
her back.

He moved away
from her as soon as she was done. Doris sat up. It was all over so
quickly she barely comprehending what had just happened to her.

“What are you
doing?” she asked, watching him in confusion. “What is
that
?”

Curt had
reached into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a roll of
slim bandage.

“This, my dear,
is to tie you up with.”

“
What
?”

“Lie down
please, arms above your head, legs spread.”

“Now hang on
just a minute… Hey!”

Curt grabbed a
wrist and held it tight against the wrought-iron headboard. He
proceeded to swiftly wind the bandage around her wrist multiple
times before securing it to the headboard. He did the same at her
other wrist so that there was no escape.

A rush of panic
washed over her.

Why had she
just let him do that
?

“Relax, baby.
Have you ever heard of safe-words?”

“I guess.”

She had indeed.
She was a writer, she had read widely in the genre of romantic
fiction.

“Pick a
safe-word, sweetheart.”

Her mind went
blank. “What kind of a question is that?” she stammered.

“Just pick one.
Where’s your most favourite place in the world?”

“Brighton
Pier,” she replied unthinkingly. She and Dahlia used to go to
Brighton on family holidays when they were kids and just thinking
about that pier brought a smile to her face.

Curt did little
to suppress the amused smirk.

“Of all the gin
joints in all the towns in all the world,” he said in a pretty
passable Bogart. “There you go, then. Brighton Pier it is.”
Suddenly he was serious once more. “Just remember, I won’t do
anything to you against your will. I will push your limits, but
this is consensual. You were born to be a sub, Doris.
My
sub.”

The way he was
calling her by her real name had her heart hammering afresh. It
felt so wrong, yet so right.

She held her
breath when he quickly shed his clothes. She had never seen him
naked like this before, not properly and for any length of time
where she could study him. And God, was he gorgeous. She drunk in
the sight of him, her stomach twisting up into knots in
appreciation of his masculine perfection. His biceps flexed when he
stepped out of his underpants, his big cock springing free,
bouncing slightly with the sudden release.

His cock was
huge,
she duly noted. Huge and perfectly formed, just like
the rest of him. It stuck out from his body at a right-angle,
rock-hard and proud.

When he
straddled her ribcage, she bit down a rise of panic. This was kind
of intimidating, but she guessed that that was the whole point.
Holding the stiff shaft in his hand, he shuffled up her body and
ran the moist, spongy head over her parted lips.

“I love seeing
you like this,” he said huskily. “So beautiful, so helpless, so
mine.
”

He didn’t break
eye-contact when he pushed the head of his cock past her lips.
Thankfully, he didn’t go too far in because she felt sure she would
choke if he did. It was the
threat
of him being able to if
he wanted, the
power
he had over her. She got it, and she
loved it.

She wrapped her
lips around the end of his cock and felt him pulse and harden
further in her mouth. When she flicked her tongue over the slit,
his stomach muscles clenched pleasingly and he gasped, withdrawing
immediately form her mouth.

“I don’t want
to come,” he said, kissing down her body, paying particular
attention to each nipple in turn.

Teeth grazed a
sensitive bud and she inhaled sharply, twisting uselessly beneath
him. It was a bitter sweet, sharp pleasure that left her panting
for something
more
. He obliged by planting his mouth on her
pussy for the second time. She sighed deeply and bucked her hips,
the pleasure building again at breakneck speed.

Just when the
orgasm was about to rip through her body, he stopped. She stared
down at him through the valley of her breasts, panting and wild
eyed.

“Why did you
stop?” she managed to gasp.

“Because you
don’t get to come until I say so.”

He positioned
himself between her thighs and drove into her in one fluid motion.
Doris gasped in pleasure, lost in the moment.

Lost to
him
…

She wrapped her
legs around his lower back, urging him in deeper. She could feel
his hesitance, he was holding back.

“Please,” she
whimpered, aching to claw his back and encourage him to go deeper
and harder, but of course, she couldn’t.

He stared down
at her, propped up by one hand. His blue eyes were black with lust
and bore into her very soul. With his free hand he stroked her hair
off her forehead.

“So beautiful,”
he murmured, smothering her mouth with his.

A hand snaked
between her legs and expertly massaged her clit as he thrust gently
in and out of her. She could feel herself teetering once more on
the edge of orgasm, and she moaned softly.

A few more
flicks of his fingers on her lust-hardened clit and she was coming.
At last, Curt let himself go. He slammed into her as the orgasm
pulsed through her. She screamed out her pleasure, never wanting
the moment to end.

“I love you,”
she sobbed, bucking her hips against his. “I love you so much.”

Alas, end it
did, and grim reality slapped her full in the face.

Oh my God, I
can’t believe I just said that…

Curt untied her
hands without saying a word and once she was free she sat up,
cradling her cold, almost asleep hands to her chest.

“I have to
shower,” he said gruffly.

Doris’s head
spun with his sudden change of mood. Mere seconds ago he had been
making love to her like she was the only thing in the world that
mattered to him, and now he was totally cold and emotionless. He
left her sitting there without so much as a backwards glance and
shut the bathroom door behind himself.

Immediately she
heard the hiss of the shower and she stared at the closed door in
disbelief.

What the
hell just happened there,
she thought.
He’s just using you
for sex, that’s what. Why did I say I loved him? I’ve just totally
humiliated myself.

Doris bit down
the tears. She hadn’t expected him to say ‘I love you’ back, or
anything, but even a ‘thank you’ or, ‘how was that for you’ would
have been nice.

Curt didn’t
care about her, that was blatantly obvious. With tears stinging her
eyes, she fumbled around for her clothes.

It took her a
matter of seconds to get dressed. It wasn’t like she had to pack,
so she slipped out the room while the shower was still running.

Sod Curt
Gunner. I hope I never have to see him again for as long as I live.
Because my heart can’t take it
….

Tears stung her
eyes as she made her escape.

CHAPTER
FIVE

Curt didn’t see
Dahlia until the day they were due to start filming. Most of the
action scenes for ‘Death Car’ were to be filmed on a disused
industrial estate on the outskirts of London. The crew had set up
camp here for the next week and lots of people busied themselves
rigging up complicated lighting and cameras on tracks and the like.
He saw her before she saw him and his stomach instantly contracted
in an unbidden onslaught of nerves.

Come on, man.
What the hell is with you?

Ever since she
had walked out on him in the hotel room, he had been a mess,
fluctuating between indignant anger, hurt and back again. He was
losing his head over a woman and he didn’t like it one bit. If only
she knew that he absconded into the bathroom because he had been
choked up. He had never felt such strong emotions during sex before
and it had scared him shitless. He had only gone into the shower to
get his head together for a moment, and when he had come out she
had been gone. Her mobile phone had been constantly switched off,
and her London address which he had found out through devious
means, was empty. He just didn’t understand it. It was like she had
disappeared off the face of the earth, only to reappear now on his
film-set.

He loved her
too, of course he did, the realisation had just knocked him for six
and it had taken him a moment to get his head around that fact. The
length of the shower he had taken, to be exact.

He drew nearer.
She was in the middle of the wide street that ran between two huge,
derelict warehouses. She was surrounded by a gaggle of people,
actors and film crew alike, holding court like the prima donna he
had known on the set of ‘Brick Face.’

They surrounded
her in a circle as she spoke in a loud voice;

“And I was
like, sweetie, there is no way that those are Manolo Blahniks,
there’s no need to lie about it if you’re too poor to afford them.
And she was like, ooh, they are. Some people are so pathetic, and
she had really bad hair…. Oh, hello darling.”

The little
crowd gathered around her respectively parted when she spotted him
and walked over to him.

“
Darling,
it’s
so
good to see you.”

She air kissed
him on each cheek, probably so she didn’t dislodge the heavy
make-up.

His first
thought was that she looked and sounded different. He figured it
was because she was back at work, and her work persona was firmly
in place.

“Why did you
walk out on me?” he asked bluntly.

She looked at
him blankly for a second, then her face was a composition of
arrogant perfection once more.

“I’m sorry, my
agent had booked me into a spa for a few days so I would look my
best and be relaxed for work.”

It didn’t
work,
he thought sourly.

If only he
could put his finger on it, but she just looked so different. And
thinner too, if that was possible. He didn’t know what these sad
women went through in order to get skinny quickly. He’d heard of
seaweed wraps and the like, but how could it work in a matter of
days
?

He shook his
head in disbelief. Besides, she looked a million times better with
a little bit of meat on her.

“Come to my
trailer, we need to talk.”

Her eyes
narrowed sultrily and he felt a little rise of irritation at her.
He hated the stupid, ‘come hither’ looks that women put on when
they were playing men. He much preferred it when she let her true
sweetness shine through.

“Of course,
baby. There’s just a few people I have to see first.”

“Now,
Doris
.”

The colour
instantly drained from her face. “What did you just call me?”

“Stop being
such a fucking princess,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “I’m
calling you by your real name, not your stage name. Stop being so
fucking precious and come with me now.”

“OK, fine,” she
said, holding up her perfectly manicured hands with the red talons.
“Let’s go then.”

Inside the
trailer, she perched at the little table. She looked nervous and he
was glad to see even that small chip in her polished veneer.

“Have you
learned your lines,
Doris
?”

“Just for the
scene we’re filming today.”

“You haven’t
learned the rest?”

“I got familiar
with the script at the spa.”

“You’d better
not let me down, Doris. I pulled a lot of strings to get you this
role.”

“I won’t let
you down, Curt. And would you please stop calling me Doris? It
makes me uneasy.”

“Good.”

Her mouth
opened as if she was about to say something, then seemed to think
better of it.

“The thing is
Doris…”
Come
on,
man. Just spit it the fuck out…
“I’m
sorry I was so cold after we made love, but I was scared. No woman
has got to me the way you have. The thing is… I love you too. Will
you marry me?”