“Look at you,” he coos softly. “Mywife.”
I shiver at his tone, pushing the dress shirt off his shoulders and tugging on his undershirt until he pulls it off as well. Blanche emphasized touch today, so I take the opportunity to trace each of Sasha’s lean abs, teasing the sharp cuts that makesuch a delicious V leading me downward. I look up at him through my eyelashes and wink, delighting in the harsh clench of his jaw as he stares down at me. Undoing his belt buckle, I pull it free from the loops and toss it aside, then unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper. It’s impossible not to trace the hard outline of his cock, and he shivers as I drop to my knees, bringing his pants down with me.
Helping him step out of each pant leg, then removing his socks one by one, I kneel before him and take in his impressive physique clad only in the tight boxers he’s been wearing more often lately. He doesn’t allow me long to rest in this position before he’s yanking me back up by my neck and pulling my mouth to his as if he can’t handle another second without tasting me.
“You look more beautiful on your knees for me than you ever have, darling. And you’ll spend plenty of time there with my cock down your throat and tears running down your face. But we don’t have time to taste each other tonight. Right now, I need my wife naked, and I need inside her sweet little cunt.”
The whine that escapes as he moves from kissing my neck to biting it roughly isn’t acting, and I tremble as he reaches behind me to begin undoing the hooks of my corset top. In no time, it falls to the floor, and he pulls back for his first look at my uncovered breasts. The heat in his eyes makes me weak in the knees, and he reaches to gently cradle them in his hands, feeling their weight and giving each nipple a gentle rub with his thumbs.
His eyes roll back as he looks to the ceiling, a heavy swallow and clench of his jaw following as he continues soft circles around and across my pebbled skin. Finally looking back down at me, there’s no hint of the hazel of his eyes anymore. They’re totally black.
“I’ve been thinking about these tits since the first moment I saw you,” he says quietly, increasing the pressure of his squeezesand pulling on my nipples harder and harder. He alternates sides, teasing, twisting, pulling. When I gasp after a particularly hard pinch, I see a cruel glint in his eyes as he smirks.
“I’ve wanted to tease them, bite them, slap them, fuck them, scratch them, and paint them with my cum. And you’re going to give it all to me. But not tonight.”
With two morehardslaps that seem to go straight to my clit, he releases my breasts and slowly sinks to his knees. Methodically, he unhooks my stockings from the garter belt, rolling them down each leg and trailing faint touches as he goes. The belt is gone next, leaving me in only the tiny white thong and the modesty underwear, still stalwartly stuck in place.
I hope that thing is strong.I’m starting to worry it’ll disintegrate like a fucking cardboard straw when Sasha speaks again, playing with the thin straps of my last piece of clothing.
“I loved seeing you in virginal white today,” he says, shocking me by leaning forward and licking a hot stripe up my inner thigh, all the way to the line of my sticker near my center. I gasp, and he chuckles. “But you have to laugh at least a little at the irony, darling. You’re certainly no virgin.”
With that, he rips the lace scrap away and I’m left bare, only the tiniest scrap of thin fabric between us. Instead of rising to take off his boxers, he encircles me with his arms, grabbing two fistfuls of my ass and leaning to within an inch of my pussy. He takes a deep breath, and before I can be mortified at how I must smell after hours under these stage lights, his eyelids flutter as he groans in pleasure. He looks frustrated that he can’t lick me and stands to his full height before pushing me roughly back onto the padded platform and looming over me.
The look in his eyes makes me wonder if he’s forgotten Blanche’s “gentle” direction as he pulls his boxers down. I’ve felt him hard against me on multiple occasions at this point, but nothing could prepare me for the way the modesty sockhe’s wearing is struggling to contain him. It’s stuck to him in a similar way mine is, although his has much more material. Everything is scrunched up and contained in a way that can’t be comfortable, his thick shaft seemingly taped straight up toward his belly button. I know this is best for filming, with the least chance of any dick accidentally poking out and being on camera, but I hope he isn’t hurting. I can’t help licking my lips, though, because the sock does nothing to hide the shape of him, and although I can’t imagine the stretch, I want it.
“Show me,” he says, but I’m not sure what he means. I’m as naked as we’ve planned for me to be, and I didn’t prepare a poster or a special dance for him. I have nothing left to show.
“Show me what’s mine before I take it,” he says more forcefully, unable to stop himself from squeezing his dick through the sock.
I realize now what he wants and slowly give it to him. Lying back on my elbows again, I keep my legs together but bend them at the knee and draw my heels toward me. Moving one foot out and then the other, I finally part my knees to show him what he wants to see. I can feel the inch-wide modesty underwear struggling to maintain itself, stuck to my outer lips and fighting to keep them together. My body is trying to present itself to him fully, modesty be damned. It holds, but there’s no doubt in my mind now that it’s soaked through and likely showing a damp spot. I reach with my left hand between my legs to try to cover the wetness under the guise of touching myself, and Sasha takes a sharp breath.
His eyes are trained on my left ring finger, sparkling with the replicas of Blanche’s engagement and wedding bands. From his vantage point, he sees rings sparkling on top of my pussy, and it seems to make him snap. In a flash, my knees are hooked around his elbows and spread as he presses into me with his full weight, the long, thick length of him lining up against my wet center.He rests on me, letting me feel how futile any attempt to move would be. He’s got me completely trapped and at his mercy.
“That’s a good girl, wearing your rings. They remind everyone exactly who you belong to, don’t they? That huge diamond tells every man who wants to oglemyass ormytits that you’re well outside their tax bracket, aren’t you? My wife might be a whore, but she doesn’t come cheap.”
He finishes with his first thrust against my clit, and I gasp, tears filling my eyes as I fight for breath, my chest barely able to rise under his crushing weight.
He sets a steady pace, grinding against me in a way that I’m sure looks very convincing, but leaves me clenching around nothing. My tears fall, both from frustration and the effort of trying to breathe.
“That’s my girl, taking me so well. Don’t cry, sweetheart. This is the least of what I’m going to do to you. Save your tears for when you really need them.”
He sucks my neck again, and I cry out, scratching into his back to try to leave my own marks and force him to feel pain too. His moan in response and harder thrusts make me doubt that I hurt him very much. Or maybe I did, and he likes it. I clench even harder at the thought.
“You have to come for me, Sunshine,” he whispers in my ear, and my hips buck to meet him at my name.Mine.He didn’t say Blanche.Shit.
“I can’t last much longer,” he begs. “Please put me out of my misery and come. I can’t…”
“Cut!”
We both still immediately as the crew rushes toward us. He’s off me, and we’re covered in warm robes and handed waters and fruit slices as Blanche approaches us with tears in her eyes. She hugs Sasha and whispers in his ear before he nods, and she turns to me.
Crushing me in a hug, she’s fully crying when she pulls back.
“Beautiful, my darling. Thank you. Thank you,” she sobs, before dramatically wrapping herself in her shawl and walking briskly in the direction of her office. “Thank you, everyone! This is a great start for this scene. This was one of the first times Henry and I made love, so it’s very special. We will be spending the rest of the week making sure it’s perfect before moving forward.”
The set manager dismisses everyone except the cleaning crew, and Sasha laces our fingers together and pulls me toward the cottage. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon despite mostly just lying on my back, and I don’t know what to think about what happened in there. Sasha is always able to turn on his sexuality for our scenes, but something about the way he looked at me made this feel different. When he said my name…if they hadn’t yelled cut, I would have come just from him grinding on me. We’ll have to talk about this at some point, but not right now. All I want to do is go to bed.
Sasha opens the door and heads inside first, and I walk into his back as he stops short. He sighs heavily and hangs his head for a moment before kissing my temple and walking into the bathroom. I see now what seems to have thrown him. The couch is gone.
