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Now the flogger lashed across her buttocks.
The impact made Marielle jerk. The sensation was a sting of pain
and a stroke of heat. Both made tears well up in her eyes.
"Yes."

He lashed her bottom again. "You want the
pain as much as you want me."

"I don't know." She twisted against the
manacles, fighting the restraints without understanding why.
"Please, master, I need you."

"This is what you need." Raven used the
flogger again.

The lashing spread pain and heat across her
bottom and made her sex swell and throb. As he continued whipping
her ass, she sobbed and begged, the shame and pain tangling up with
desire inside her until she thought her frantically-racing heart
would explode.

"Master," she begged and then cried out as he
lashed her again. "It isn't just this. It's you. I need you, Raven.
I need you to fuck me now."

The lashing stopped and something pressed
between her spread thighs. Marielle gasped as she felt Raven's
penis nudge apart her folds.

"I'm here, baby, I'm here," he murmured,
pushing his hands between her body and the rack to cup her breasts
and roughly squeeze the small mounds. "Yes, you feel that hard cock
now, coming into you. Stuffing that little pussy that wants it so
badly." He licked her ear before he murmured, "I'm going to pound
it until you scream for me, Mari."

His first thrust sank his thick heavy shaft
deep inside her sheath. As his hips collided with her sore
buttocks, Marielle groaned. "Oh, God. Raven."

"Just what my cock slut needs," he said,
shafting her pussy with three long, slow strokes. "Take it all.
Yes, every inch." He forged deeper, pinching her nipples sharply as
he used the edge of his teeth on her shoulder and then groaned.
"How can you feel so soft and warm when you're so fucking
tight?"

Marielle arched her hips, trying to take more
of his shaft as he pumped into her. "Because you make me this
hot."

"It's so good, baby." He worked in her,
drawing out until just the head of his cock remained clasped
between her folds and then pressing in, forcing his girth into her
clenching sheath. "Don't fight it, Mari." His hand caressed her
aching ass and then slipped between her cheeks to rub her tight
hole. "I want to feel you cream all over my cock."

She trembled as she felt his finger probing
her. Suddenly it was too much. "Now, Raven, please?"

"Yes." He pushed his finger into her deep and
jabbed his cock deep into her.

The twin penetrations sent shocks of dark
pleasure through her, which expanded and then exploded into a
fierce orgasm that made Marielle shriek.

"Give it to me, yes," he crooned as he
pounded her pussy and fingered her hole mercilessly, pushing her
through the climax to another peak that came so hard and fast she
felt as if she were shattering inside. "Oh, Mari, yes, that's what
I want." He hammered her with two more strokes and then stiffening
as his cock swelled and jetted stream after stream of semen deep
inside her.

Everything seemed to go gray as Marielle went
limp, her breath harsh and ragged. Raven released the manacles and
caught her in his arms as her knees buckled. She collapsed. He
swept her up in his arms and carried her out of the room, walking
down to the master bedroom where he placed her on the bed and
stretched out beside her.

For a long time she just huddled against him
and tried not to think. They had gone far beyond what was supposed
to happen in the dark beauty scene but she had asked him for it.
No, I begged him for it, she thought and swallowed a sob.

"Look at me, Mari." When she did Raven used
his thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "You were right."

"No, I wasn't. We weren't supposed to have
sex. The script is clear. You were supposed finish my punishment by
making me masturbate with the whip after the lashing." She rolled
over and stared at the ceiling. "I was going to do it, too. But the
flogger, and how it felt… I don't know. It made me go crazy."

"I know. I was there." He released a dreamy
sigh. "You were beautiful."

"You're a sex maniac and you're turning me
into one, too." She turned toward him. "Not that I mind."

He kissed the tip of her nose and her mouth
and her chin before he rested his forehead against hers. "We have
two days to get it right, you know."

Marielle rubbed one sore buttock. "I think
one lashing is my limit for now."

"I hope you don't feel that way about
fucking." Raven dragged her over on top of him. "Because my cock
needs his slut."

"Does he?" She sat up, straddling his hips as
she shimmied against his crotch. "Let me check." She crawled
backward until she lay between his legs and rested her chin on the
bulge of his new erection. "What does he need his slut to do,
exactly?"

"Take him out." Raven watched as she unzipped
his trousers and freed his penis, which jutted out full and swollen
into her hand. "He's feeling a little feverish. Give him a
kiss."

Marielle pressed her lips to his cockhead
before she smiled at him. "Better?"

"Worse. Open that pretty mouth for him." When
she did, he arched his hips, pressing the big head in between her
lips. "He wants to fuck it while you suck him."

She bobbed her head, taking the thrust of his
shaft as she rubbed it with her tongue and then closed her lips and
sucked lightly.

"Your mouth feels like satin," Raven said as
he watched her. "That's right, baby. Suck my cock nice and slow and
deep. That's how he likes it."

Marielle worked her mouth over the hard pole
of his penis, taking as much of his shaft into her mouth as she
could. Her drenched pussy began to tingle and ache. She shifted so
she could rub it against his leg.

"Oh, yeah." His eyes narrowed as he reached
down and tangled his big hand in her hair. "You're so sexy, sucking
my cock while you rub yourself on me. Take me deeper, you little
slut. Suck it harder, like that, yeah." Raven pushed her head down
on him, forcing her to take more of his shaft between her lips.

Marielle felt his thighs tense and cradled
his balls with one hand, caressing the sensitive sac with her
fingers as she felt them tighten. Raven began to shake and then his
head fell back as he pushed deep into her mouth and held himself
there. She tipped her head back so she could swallow every jet of
cream he gave her and then shuddered through her own orgasm.

She might have fallen asleep there between
his thighs if not for the ring of his phone and the soft curse
Raven uttered as he took it from his pocket.

She glanced up at him. "Vanessa?"

"Yeah." He sighed heavily before he answered
the call. "Raven." He frowned almost immediately and then sat up.
"Will she be all right?" He listened for another minute. "Okay.
We'll talk about it on Monday. Thanks." He switched off the phone
and tossed it aside.

Marielle sat up. "Everything okay?"

Raven shook his head. "Jess Carter was rushed
to surgery in Italy. She's going to be okay but they had to take
out her appendix." He dragged a hand through his hair. "She won't
be able to do the film on schedule. Vanessa has to find someone
else to play Melanie."

Dirty Book
3

The blaring of her alarm clock dragged
Marielle Fairchild out of a deep, satisfying sleep. She didn't
grumble as she drowsily groped for the off button. After spending
the weekend with James Raven, the mega superstar actor just voted
the sexiest man alive, she felt content. Between rehearsing scenes
for his upcoming blockbuster erotica movie Fascination and having
wild, kinky sex with him for two days, her life had shifted into a
new and wonderful place where everything felt right; as if every
worry she ever had were gone and every desire she'd ever felt had
been -- or soon would be -- fulfilled.

A big arm reached across hers and switched
off the alarm. "It's not even dawn," Raven murmured in his deep
voice as he pulled her back against his large, muscular body. "We
don't have to be on the set for another two hours."

"We don't?" Marielle nestled her
slightly-sore bottom against the thick spike of his morning
erection and smiled as she breathed in the crisp scent of his skin
blended with her own. "Maybe we should go back to sleep." She
smothered a giggle as he dragged her over onto her back and climbed
on top of her. "Or not."

He scowled down at her as he pinned her
wrists to either side of his head. "You planned this. Admit
it."

"What would I need an extra two hours to do?"
she teased. "Getting ready only takes me fifteen minutes. The
coffee shop doesn't open until six." She caught her breath as he
lifted the hem of her silk nightshirt to her waist and nudged her
sex with the swollen bulb of his penis. "Did you need me to do
something with that, Mr. Raven?"

"Minx." Raven took his pillow and pushed it
under her head and shoulders, propping her up so she could see the
hard shaft poised between her thighs. He took her knees and pushed
them up and back, canting her hips up and giving her a better view
of her own sex. As he pressed the head between her folds, she
closed her eyes and sighed.

"Look at it," he said. "I want you to see how
I give it to you. Every single inch of it."

Marielle felt a delicious streak of fear and
lust bolt through her and shivered as she looked down. Seeing his
heavy shaft penetrating her was incredibly arousing. The sensual
invasion made the soft, delicate lips of her labia bulge around his
steely girth as her body struggled to accommodate him. Inside her
sheath, his cockhead forged in almost bruised her softness as he
took possession. The short, rhythmic thrusts he gave her created
the sexy friction that made her clit swell and pulse in response.
Once he'd sank into her to his root her excitement spread and
enveloped him with a gush of new wetness.

"That feels so good," she said, resting her
hands on his arms and clenching her softness around him.

Raven held himself deep inside, his
copper-colored eyes glittering down at her. "Now you watch me fuck
this tight pussy of yours, my hot little cock slut."

Marielle couldn't have looked away even if
she'd wanted to. She felt captivated by the sight of his penis
drawing out of her, the thick, vein-laced shaft gleaming with her
fluids now. Her folds bulged as he made her take him again, his
thrust this time sending a jolt through her belly and making her
aching breasts bounce under the silk of her nightshirt. Just as she
thought he couldn't go deeper, he lifted her hips and shoved again.
She felt his throbbing head collide with her cervix and gasped at
the strange sensation.

"Never felt that, have you?" Raven nudged her
again. "No man will ever take you as hard or as deep as I do,
baby."

"I think you have ruined me for other men."
When he began to slide out she clamped down on him, holding him
inside her body. "How am I ever going to let you go?"

He brought one hand to her cheek. "Who says
you have to?"

Marielle's eyes widened but before she could
ask him what he meant the phone on her bedside table rang. She
glanced over at the caller ID display and frowned when she saw it
was her best friend Jilly Sander's number. Why is she calling this
early?

"If you answer that now," Raven said, "you'll
pay for it."

"It will only take a sec," she promised and
picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Oh, good, I didn't wake you up." Jilly
sighed heavily. "Vanessa just called me. You're not going to
believe this."

Marielle almost groaned as Raven slid out of
her and climbed off the bed. "Can I call you back?"

"I have to leave in twenty minutes," her
friend warned before she hung up.

She replaced the receiver and looked over at
Raven, who was pulling off the belt from her bathrobe. "I'm
sorry."

"No, you're not," he said as he came back
over to the bed. "But you will be."

He pulled her over onto her belly, grabbed
her wrists and hauled them up over her head. Marielle looked up
through a tangle of hair to see him using her bathrobe belt to tie
her wrists to her wrought iron headboard.

She clenched her fingers around the rung.
"Raven -- "

"You had your chance." Once her arms were
immobilized, he ripped apart the straps of her nightshirt and slid
it off her body. He tossed it aside before he climbed onto the bed
and lifted her hips so that she was on her knees, her bare bottom
pressed against his hard flat belly. "I'd spank you, but your soft
little cheeks are still sore." He caressed her buttocks and then
traced his fingers along the curve between them until his
fingertips grazed the tight pucker there. "So I will have to be
more creative." He pressed a fingertip into her puckered hole.
You've never taken a man here, have you?"

"No." Although Marielle had heard enough
about anal sex to know it would hurt, she rested her forehead
against her pillow and arched her hips in silent invitation.

"I'm too big for you, little virgin," Raven
murmured as he took away his fingertip. "We'll have to get some
toys and train your little night rose before you can take me. Now
hold very still."

Marielle felt him press his shaft between her
buttocks, and winced as he pushed her soft cheeks together and
stroked inside the tight cleft. "Can't I take you somewhere
else?"

"We tried that." He rubbed the shaft of his
penis back and forth over her rosebud. "You could have had me in
your pussy right now but you had to talk to your friend."

"I said I was sorry."

"I said you would be and now you are." Raven
reached under her with one hand and roughly fondled her breast.
"Someday soon you'll learn to obey me -- or you'll never have
another orgasm." He began to move faster, grunting with every
thrust, until he pulled back and jacked his shaft, shooting his
semen onto her buttocks.