Blanche leads me to the door and pulls me into a tight embrace. “You’re welcome here anytime, Lucy. You feel so much like a daughter to me already. I can’t really describe it, but I know we are going to be lifelong friends.”
I try my best to match her smile, but I’m drowning in guilt as we say our goodbyes. All I can think of as I walk back homeis that I’m quite possibly the result of an affair by Blanche’s late husband. Something I, stupidly, hadn’t considered before. Which makes me think about Mom. Did she know? Surely, she wouldn’t have messed around with a married man.
Isthatwhy she never told me about my father? Was she ashamed? Did he buy her off? Is that where the money came from? I rush to my room and pull up the DNA site to check on my results, but it still shows pending. I close my laptop, gently tossing it beside me and falling back onto the bed.How did my life get this complicated?
A car horn startles me awake. It’s sodark.I’m on the couch, with my book in my hand, so I must have fallen asleep reading. I look outside, and it’s pitch black. I must have been asleep for awhile.
I slowly get up from the couch and shuffle to the window to see what the noise was all about. It looks like an SUV just parked in Blanche’s driveway, and I watch as her son Ledger gets out followed by…Sasha.They seem to be in good spirits, laughing and stumbling up the driveway. I watch them until they’re in the house, longing to join.
It was foolish of me to expect him to come home tonight. I have no hold over him. I’m not anything to him. Even though I want to be.
I don’t know how long I stand there staring, but eventually the whole Sinclair gang spills out onto Blanche’s back porch. Eachadult carries a dish as they set the patio table and start eating. It’s so loud I can hear them from inside the cottage.
I think about sending Sasha a message, but he looks so happy. They all do. It was always just Mom and me. She did everything she could to fill the void of a big family, but there was always a part of me that wished for it, however small it might have been. But as I stand here watching the Sinclairs, I’m filled with envy. I want it—even the loud, screaming babies.
A part of me wonders if I’ll ever have that. Even if I am their long-lost sister, will they accept me? The result of their father’s cheating. And what about Sasha? By extension of his sister, that’s his family now too. I hang my head as a tear falls down my face. No, he would be a fool to give that away for me.
I watch as he bounces the oldest baby on his knee, laughing at something someone said.At least he looks happy.He looks down at the child, then toward the cottage, and I swear I can feel his eyes on me, even from that far away.I must be imagining things. There’s no way he can see me standing here.When I look back, he’s deep in conversation with one of the women.Yep, I’m imagining things.
I grab a bottle of his vodka and make my way back to the room, fighting the urge to lock the bedroom door behind me. I drown out the happy family noise with the liquor, until the darkness closes in again, and I drift into a fitful sleep.
Chapter fifteen
For the second day in a row, I wake without Sunshine in my arms. Although we’ve continued our non-filming day routines, she’s been closed off. When I ask if she’s okay, she smiles and says she is, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She told me she doesn’t get periods with her implant, so that can’t be it. It’s not the anniversary of her mom’s passing, and we haven’t had any disagreements I can think of. Whatever it is, she said she felt up to filming today, so hopefully, she can turn it on for the cameras.
And by turn it on, I mean physically respond to me fucking her. Since today is our firstplannedsex scene with Blanche. I havenoidea how this is going to go, so as we leave together for the main house, I lace our fingers together and squeeze. She squeezes back, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. Hopefully, we can get through this. The script was…relatively vanilla for Blanche’s tastes, which is probably a good way to start the “scripted sex on camera” adventure we’re about to embark on. Lucy blushed when she read it and said she trusted me to handle the improvisational components. The swell of pride I feel every time she tells me she trusts me is heady, something I want tocontinue chasing for the rest of my life. I ignore that feeling every time it pops up, though. It does neither of us any good.
Walking into the filming area on our way to hair and makeup, I see it’s set up as a fairly standard playroom, with a St. Andrew’s cross, breeding bench, padded table with attached restraints, and a cabinet I’m sure is filled with various implements. Blanche has taken inspiration from Rendezvous, it seems, and the luxurious materials she used give this room an air of debauched refinement.
Today’s scene draws inspiration from one of Blanche’s early “lessons” in BDSM from Henry Jr., so even before the sex, we’ll be filming some milder elements like sensory deprivation, restraints, and following basic commands. Nothing like the baptism by fire that Sunshine got on the trails. This will be a different kind of challenge. I’m curious how involved Blanche will be with the mechanics of the scene.
After hair and makeup, Lucy heads out first to get into position. I wince at the thought of the first part of the scene, but Blanche felt strongly that it was included. Sunshine didn’t seemtooturned off by it, but reading something and experiencing it are two different things. Hopefully, we continue to find out she shares kinks with Blanche, or things are going to get awkward fast.As if they aren’t already.
Walking into the playroom, I find Lucy exactly where she’s supposed to be. She’s kneeling on the floor, knees on the hardwood, naked except for the slip of the modesty thong covering barely anything. Her hair is in one long french braid down her back, and she’s blindfolded. Slipping easily into my persona of Henry Jr., I begin.
An hour and a half later, she’s begging for relief from where she’s bent over my lap, having just received ten hard spanks with my belt. I’ve “trained” her to assume a few common submissive positions and teased her with hot wax, leaving herneedy and panting. I’d bet my life savings that wasn’t acting when she broke her “silent” command and whined a “please” a few minutes ago. Now that she’s received her spanks, it’s time to move things along.
“Cut!” Blanche shouts, and I accept a soft blanket and water bottle for Sunshine, pulling her to straddle me when she tries to stand. I wrap us both as the crew files out, giving her small sips as Blanche hurries people along.
“How are you?” I whisper, although she seems okay.
“Honestly, I feel like if you don’t fuck me, I might die,” she says, and I can’t help but let out a barking laugh. This woman continues to surprise me.
“I think you’re lucky on that front, Sunshine. I don’t think you’ll have to wait long. Any last requests?”
She blushes, almost as red as her ass is after my ministrations. “No, anything on the list Blanche sent is fair game.”
I see a thumbs-up from the remaining camera operator, and Blanche settles back into her director’s chair, having pulled itmuchcloser to where I sit with Lucy.Closer than I expected, but that’s fine.It makes sense that she would want to be able to hear and see better.
“In that case,” I say, dropping the blanket and pulling off each of our modesty garments, “I think it’s time I gave you what you wanted.”
With the green light to touch her like I’ve wanted to all day, I spin her around so that her back is to my chest, legs spread wide so the camera can see exactly how wet I’ve made her. The dark spot on her thong was at its most evident after I beat the hell out of her with the belt earlier, and we aredefinitelyplaying with that more later. I greedily touch every inch of her skin that I can reach, pinching, squeezing, and caressing. I tease her before finally capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, determinedto make her oblivious to anything except me and the pleasure I offer.
Moving a hand to her center, I feel her tremble head to toe from my light touch.
“Oh, what a good girl you are, sweetheart. I didn’t even touch you, and you’ve made a mess.” I speak into her temple and press a chaste kiss there, enjoying the mindless way she’s grinding on my lap, searching for release. Spreading as much of her wetness as possible on her lips to ease my way in, I waste no more time before lifting her from my lap and slowly sitting her down on my cock.
She feels exquisite, better than I remember. She whines, and I throw my head back to look at the ceiling, thinking of moldy cucumbers and trying not to come.Fuck me, I’m about to come so deep in this girl that her implant doesn’t stand a ch—
