Still in his placating tone, the producer said, “I think what she’s trying to say is that we need to make it more clear it’s BDSM and not abuse.”
“It’s a fantasy, though,” another one of the other producers said. “Women like a rape fantasy.”
Melody dropped her forehead to the table and I could practically see Elena reaching for her seemingly endless well of mansplaining patience.
Rather than disemboweling them, she calmly said, “Can I just gently point out, that you’re an all-male producing team, with a male writer, and a male director refusing to listen to an actual real-life woman who is telling you what other actual real-life women want to see? This is what you hired me for. I do this for a living. Women pay me to both act out these fantasies and teach them how to explore them with their partners and I promise not a single one of them will be turned off if you make the consent clear in this scene.”
“Why don’t you show them how you would do it?” I challenged her, breaking the tension before they could dig their heels in. It was one thing to hear her describing things, but once you’d seen her in action, it was impossible to deny she knew what she was talking about.
“I can do that.” She looked at me searchingly.
“Should I grab Max?” the writer asked. The producer nodded, so he ran to retrieve our director from his tantrum.
Was it partly my way of staking my claim to her in front of all present? Maybe.
It backfired when she smiled at Melody instead of me. “Will you be my Freya?”
Perfect. Now I got to watch my current fake girlfriend top my future fake girlfriend. Likely a fantasy for some dudes, but I didn’t need the reminder that Elena had chemistry with literally everyone she interacted with.
“Would you mind kneeling?” Elena asked softly.
“No prob.” Melody dropped gracefully to her knees in front of Elena.
Elena didn’t so much as glance in my direction.
“And do you mind if I gently act out the scene without actually hurting you or doing any of the extreme stuff? So I promise not to actually have sex with you,” Elena joked. “But may I pull your hair and push you around a little?”
“Please do! In fact, will you spank me for real? I’m dying to know what it feels like and you’re a pro,” Melody said enthusiastically.
“I’ll give you a light spanking, but if you want to feel heavier we can talk later and figure something out privately.”
Great.
Max, who was now standing just inside the door, scoffed, “Is that really how you’re suggesting he do it?”
Elena whipped around to look at him. “No, that’s me being polite to an actress and not simply assuming she’s okay with what I’m about to do.”
Okay, so maybe she didn’t have chemistry with absolutely everyone.
Elena turned back to Melody. “NowI’m going to show you. So in the script, he literally just hauls her over his lap, spanks her raw, she maybe somehow has an orgasm—from spanking? Not sure how that works, but whatever. Then, he kisses her, drags her from the throne room to the bedroom, and they do it, right? There’s been no discussion of BDSM at this point, he doesn’t ask her permission beyond ‘I’m going to punish you now, pet,’ and there are no boundaries set. But she’s turned on…so it’s okay?” She shook her head and wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Here’s how I would get to the same outcome with the same actions, but some dialogue thrown in to spell out the enthusiastic consent and boundaries.”
Melody was looking down at the floor until Elena lifted her chin gently and looked her in the eye. “You disobeyed me by freeing that dragon, and I think you did it because you want me to punish you, but I want to hear you say it. Do you want me to punish you?”
“Yes. Punish me,” Melody answered instantly.
“Then get over my knee, pet.” Elena said it with an effortlessly dominant half smile that made it clear she was both enjoying herself and indulging her sub.
I was left thinking that maybe all of TikTok had a point. We should just flip the gender and have the queer version of the book because there was no way I was going to pull this off as well as Elena.
Then, I gave myself a mental boot up the ass reminder that this is why I’d hired her. She was one of the best and I trusted her to teach me. I just needed to keep my feelings—and my dick—out of the equation.
“Has anyone ever spanked this ass before?” Elena trailed her fingers lightly from the backs of Melody’s thighs up over her butt to her lower back. She shivered and looked ready to start purring.
“No, Sir.”
“I’m going to be your first then unless you stop me with your safe word. Simply say ‘mercy’ and everything stops.” She lifted her hands away to demonstrate. “But unless I hear that word, we’re going to keep going until I feel you come. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
