(For His Pleasure 14) With His Belief (10 page)

“You’re right about everything,” she said. “I’ve been irresponsible. I deserve anything you decide to do to me.”

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She looked up at him, enjoying the fact that he was so thrown by her reaction.

She crawled towards him and grabbed his pant legs, pressing her face against his thighs.

“Show me how to be good,” she said. “Please, Bryson. Please show me.”

He grabbed her hands roughly. “Is this another head trip? You want to pull me into some kind of sick game where you get punished because that’s exactly what you wanted the whole time?”

“I’ve been bad, haven’t I?”

He stared down at her. “You’re fucking juvenile, Scarlett.”

She let go of his legs and turned onto her stomach, arching her buttocks up towards him. “If I’ve been bad, let me know. That’s all. Help me learn. I can learn, I just need a very stern, fair teacher.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down a few inches.

She could feel cool air against her backside. She only had a thong on beneath her pants.

The cold floor was hard and dusty against her face. But she knew it was the right place to be. This was the right time. She was ready, and she thought Bryson might be too. “I’m asking for it,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong if you want to teach me a lesson. Get some aggression out.”

“So that’s what gets you off?” he said, and he sounded angry. “You like getting hurt?”

“I like being corrected, when it’s needed.”

“Fine, Scarlett. Have it your way,” he said, and suddenly he was upon her. His weight was pressing down from above, pressing her breasts into the floor. It was cool against her cheek and lips. She could smell him next to her, his breath hitting the back of her neck as his hands roughly pulled her pants down further. “You’ve been bad, and you’ve screwed up. And now you’re going to get what you deserve.” His hand began slapping her buttocks, slapping her ass hard.

He had a strong, firm hand, and she could tell he was genuinely angry as he did it.

She’d brought out his animal side and she liked it. She was getting wet as his hand reddened and stung her backside.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I need to know. Please show me how to be good.”

He continued slapping her ass. His other hand pulled her hair as he whispered in her ear. “Is this what you wanted? You want to be bad?”

“No,” she moaned. “I want to be good. Show me how.”

“I’ll show you then,” he said. “I’ll show you exactly how.” He pulled her to her knees by her hair. It stung enough to make her cry out. But Bryson was merciless with her. He dragged her to her knees as he climbed to his feet. “Unzip me. Hurry, don’t waste any time.”

She started to frantically unzip his pants. Thank God, she thought. Thank God he was doing this right now. She needed him. She needed to be close to him, she needed to be controlled, told, put in her place. Eyes closed, she pulled his cock free from his boxers, feeling it in her hand. Now she just waited for his command.

“Suck it,” he ordered. “Suck it and do it right, Scarlett.” His hand pulled her hair, sending a bolt of pain up the back of her head.

Gratefully, she took him into her mouth, feeling his legs shake from the tension and excitement he was experiencing. It was amazing to know that she was initiating Bryson to this new world. He liked to dominate, to control, but he clearly knew nothing of formal dominant and submissive relationships. But now he would see it, he was a natural, and she would be his first.

She sucked as he wanted her to, and she let him guide her head and her movements with his hands on the back of her head. When he wanted her to go deep, he needed to simply slide his hips forward and press on her head, and she would go as far as he needed. Her lips slid over his cock, her tongue slurping, trying to cover every millimeter of him with her saliva.

Bryson cried out. She sucked harder. She wanted him to come in her mouth, on her face. She wanted him to do with her as he pleased, to truly show her what he needed.

But then he was pulling away from her, pulling himself from her mouth. He stared down at her. “Get back on the floor, on your goddamn stomach. You’re still trying to do the teaching, aren’t you Scarlett?”

She nodded, caught in the act. “I’m sorry, you’re right, sir.”

“Get on the damn floor and shut that mouth for once. You need something else to make you learn,” he growled.

She got on the floor, and now her stomach was alive with butterflies of anticipation. He was on top of her again, this time ripping the thong from her, exposing her to the air. He maneuvered himself astride her legs, straddling her buttocks, pressing his hardness against her.

She was completely bare and wet against the floor. Scarlett could smell the sex in the air, mixing with the dirt and must of the office. It was disgusting and bad and wrong, and she loved every second of it.

Bryson paddled her butt cheeks with both hands, and it stung and she cried out each time. “Now, you’re going to get a real lesson. You say you want to learn. We’ll see how well you take what I’m giving.” She felt him harden against her, pressing down between her cheeks with his cock.

“Open up for me and be good,” he told her. He pulled her hair with one hand while he used his other hand to press his cock further in, against her ass. He was enormous and she knew it would be very difficult, painful—maybe impossible.

She was surprised he’d gone to that, shocked that he had the confidence and the aggression level to pull such a bold maneuver. But she liked it—she liked the very fact that he was determined to teach her a real lesson.

He slid the tip of his cock around her anus. “You’re being difficult. Loosen up for me.”

“I’m trying,” she moaned.

He reached around to her pussy and began massaging it with his fingers.

Instantly, she was writhing and crying out as his fingers entered her and rubbed her stimulated, swollen clitoris. “Now I’ve got some natural lubrication,” he whispered. He started massaging her anus with his fingers. “Now you’re asshole’s wet. Your ass is open and your mouth is shut, as it should be.”

She sighed, moaning, as the head of him forced it’s way into her. His legs were tangled in with hers, his hands pressed on her buttocks, moving them apart to allow for greater access, stretching her to accommodate his enormous girth.

The intensity of it filled her, shutting down everything else. There was nothing, nothing else but him entering her, sliding in, deeper and wider than she could have imagined. And she was surprised to find that she really could expand further than she ever would have believed. He was going all the way in, and his body pressed against her, the two of them covered in sweat.

“You little dirty slut,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re going to let me fuck you in the ass like you deserve. You’ve been bad, you’ve fucked up my film.”

“I did,” she moaned. “I’m sorry. I deserve this.”

His hand came around to her pussy, massaging. His other hand grabbed her breasts as he continued plunging into her anus. “Get off,” he said. “I know you love it.

Show me how much you love it. Come for me.”

She did come for him, then. She felt the juices intermingling as she came, crying out loudly in that tiny room with Bryson forcing his way deeper still.

“Bryson, I’m coming,” she said. “Fuck me.”

“Your ass is tight,” he said. “You need to learn how to shut your mouth and listen. Otherwise I’m just going to keep on filling every hole until you do listen.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, still climaxing.

His hand continued to quickly rub her pussy. She was so wet down there that it seemed like her juices would never stop. It was dirty and she didn’t care. It was wrong, unbelievably wrong—and she just didn’t care.

It was also the right thing for her, at this time, in the place, with this man.

“I’m going to come all over your fucking asshole,” he announced. “Don’t move.”

He pulled out, and then in the emptiness, she felt a hot and wet spurt of liquid, and then more and more. He continued to unleash his semen into her ass, growling and moaning as he finished. He pressed his cock against her and forced his way in again, even as he finished.

“Oh,” she cried out in surprise.

“You should learn to expect the unexpected,” he said, sliding himself in and out of her, as he slowly relaxed inside of her. Soon he was softly stroking her hair and then pulling out completely, but still lying atop her.

She turned her head to look at him, catching his enthusiastic smile as he looked at her in return.

“Feel better?” she said.

“Of course I do,” he sighed. “I just don’t know what came over me.”

“You don’t need to know,” she said. “Just trust me.”

“I do trust you.” He continued stroking her hair. “I just have never lost control of myself like that.”

“It’s okay to lose control sometimes.”

“Are you sure?”

She thought about it, not completely sure of the answer. But she smiled and nodded, more to herself than anything else.

***

It was some time before Scarlett returned to set. Bryson had gone to the bathroom and cleaned up before going back out, alone. They’d agreed it was best if nobody saw them together, given how disheveled both of them were after the carnage in the office.

Scarlett found a small shower and used it, despite the fact that there was only soap from the soap dispensers and the floor of the shower was rusty and discolored. She needed to wash herself off before going back out there.

She was stinging and burning from each and every direction, but she also felt alive with every fiber of her being. Bryson had simultaneously violated her and made her whole, taken her dignity and given her exactly what she’d wanted. She wanted closeness, she wanted to be controlled, to be truly taken without conditions—and he had gladly and naturally provided it.

Already she wished to have him back again, to feel his hard body against her own, to feel his lips on her neck, her breasts, to have his cock in her mouth.

A little voice piped up as she was showering.

This is just the same thing you’ve done your whole life. You’re going to ruin
everything just like always.

Scarlett felt the sting of water against her face and in her eyes and didn’t know if there were tears there as well. She finally got out and changed back into her clothes, left the bathrooms and found her way back to set.

She half-expected everyone to be staring at her, whispering, laughing at her as they commented under their breath about what a little slut she was. Shagging the director, that was about the oldest trick in the book, wasn’t it?

But nobody paid her any attention at all. Everyone was back at work, and Bryson was busy talking with Eliza and Dale about the next scene they were shooting. If there was tension between Bryson and Dale, it wasn’t apparent in the way they were behaving with one another at the moment. So maybe they’d settled things for now, she thought, watching them from a safe distance.

“How cute are they?” a voice asked from just over her shoulder.

Scarlett turned her head and caught site of Lydia, smiling from ear-to-ear.

“How cute are who?” Scarlett replied, finding herself rather annoyed that her

“bestie” was still hovering around, like a gnat that couldn’t be squashed no matter how big a fly swatter was used on it.

“Bryson and Eliza, of course. Don’t you think they would totally look amazing together on the red carpet?”

“I guess.”

“Unless…you’re not interested in him, are you?”

“Of course not.”

“Right, because you said that there was nothing going on between you guys.”

“It’s not really your business either way, Lydia,” Scarlett told her, finally snapping.

Lydia smirked. “Even if you are into Bryson, you just better hope Eliza doesn’t take a liking to him.” She started to walk away. “Because, if she does, you wouldn’t stand a chance in hell,” Lydia called back, as she left.

Scarlett watched her go, a retort rising to her lips. She bit her tongue—yet again—knowing she had too much to lose by getting nasty with Lydia right now.

Instead, she just tried to stay out of her way.

The day wore on, and Lydia somehow managed to hang around, and before long, Scarlett saw her wearing headphones and buddying up with a sound engineer, giving Dale Nolan a high-five, and joking and laughing with Eliza Johnston in between takes.

Somehow, Scarlett thought, it was as if Lydia had ingratiated her way onto the film in a way that Scarlett couldn’t seem to do. In a matter of hours she’d forged little relationships and become part of the whole scene.

Scarlett left early, telling Bryson she had a horrible headache.

He looked at her, concerned. “Is that really all it is?” he said.

“Of course.”

He looked slightly relieved. “Go home and get some rest. Take some Advil.

Okay?”

“I will, I promise,” she said, flashing a smile.

And then she left, making sure to avoid Lydia at all costs.

***

She was in the bath when she heard the sound of her phone buzzing from nearby.

She almost hadn’t even brought it into the bathroom with her, but now she picked it up off the floor and looked at it.

There was a text from Bryson.

Are you feeling better?

She texted back, a small smile playing on her lips. Had she been waiting, hoping to hear from him? Of course she had, even if she’d been trying not to think about him at all.

Hey, feeling better. Thanx. How was the rest of the day?

A little time went by. She sat up and turned on the hot water, since the tub was starting to cool off.

I want to talk.

Her stomach twisted. What did that mean? Talk?

She bit her lower lip as she replied.

OK. When do you want to talk?

He shot back a response like they were playing Ping-Pong.

I’m nearby. Can I come over?

Now her heart had begun to race. He wanted to come over. That made her think about what had happened the last time he’d shown up at her place, not to mention what had gone on just earlier that day between them.