Page 35 of Salacious Star

"I did," I rasped. "That...that was what I wanted to talk to you about."

Tristan nodded seriously, taking my hand and leading me over to the couch. It was a different setup this time, a living roomset that was a little more lived in than the last one we had filmed in.

"I wanted to talk to you about it too," he said, his voice warm and supportive as we sat down.

I swallowed hard, nodding. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Limits." Tristian's smile faded away, and he looked at me seriously.

"That's…that's what I wanted to talk to you about, too," I said, my voice trembling the tiniest bit.

As it he could sense my nerves, Tristan's expression softened, and he reached up to brush his fingertips over my cheekbone. Then he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, his thumb sweeping soothingly up and down the side as he scooted a little bit closer. "Why are you nervous, Xander?"

I swallowed hard. Of course, he noticed. "It's just…" I looked down at my hands, twisted together in my lap, and then back up at him when he made a soft, clicking sound with his tongue, drawing my attention. "Don't you think that this scene might be a little intense? I mean…this is only the second time that I've ever…done this."

In my head, I cringed at how lame I sounded, but Tristan's expression didn't twitch even a little bit. He nodded, taking my words seriously, and then he glanced down at the scatter of papers that were on the coffee table of the living room set, a small, bright smile touching his lips.

"You know, admittedly, I was a little surprised. I don't usually get to play the jilted lover," he said, looking at me and winking.

The humor that he injected into the situation helped to relax my shoulders, and Tristan nodded, scooting even closer, the side of his thigh pressed firmly against mine. "Look, Xan.This is a scene, just like it was last time. Just you and me, and I will guide you through everything."

"What if I'm not convincing?" I whispered.

Tristan's eyes twinkled at me, and he leaned close, whispering, "I think you'll be just fine, baby boy. Just let your body react the way that it wants to."

The husky whisper in my ear made me shiver, and I couldn't stop myself from biting my lip to hold back a tiny whimper. God, what was it about this man that just turned me into a puddle of mush when he touched me?

Tristan, seeming to understand that he had won that particular conversation, pulled away the tiniest bit, and to my disappointment, his hand fell away from the side of my neck as he looked at me with that serious expression again. "Okay, limits. Scenes like this can get a little intense, so is there anything that you don't want me to do?"

I chewed on my lip. I knew this was an important conversation, even if my mind was suddenly blank, screaming that Tristan could do whatever the fuck he wanted to me. "Don't slap me across my face."

Tristan nodded. "Noted. What about anywhere else? Is spanking okay?"

The thought of Tristan spanking me while I was bent over for him sent a rush of heat to my cheeks, and I licked my lips, ignoring the way that his eyes flickered down to my mouth as I did so. "Yeah, that's fine."

"What about name calling? Degradation? Stretching?" Tristan ticked off the various kinks on his fingers, looking as though he were working down a list in his mind.

"Hard yes to all three," I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

Tristan's eyes snapped to mine, and his voice was husky when he asked, "Spitting?"

I whimpered helplessly, the sound escaping me before I could bit it back. "Spitting...where?" I asked, forcing myself to think rationally about what he was asking me, and not let my suddenly raging dick lead the conversation.

His lips parted, and his tongue darted out to wet the lower one. "Anywhere I want."

Fuck. Me.

I swallowed, and nodded, giving my consent. His eyes flashed, and he smirked at me, the expression making me shiver with want.

"Are you guys almost ready?" Dorian's voice floated over to us, breaking the little spell between us, and Tristan glanced his way before nodding.

"Almost done." He turned back to look at me, and the smile that spread across his face then was soft. "I think that we're going to be okay, Xan," he said softly. "But you know that everything that's about to happen is just acting, right?"

My stomach flipped, and I nodded. "Of course, yeah. Why wouldn't I know that?"

Tristan's expression softened even more. "Like I said, scenes like this can get intense." He cupped my face with both hands. "I don't want you to walk away from this feeling like I respect you as any less than a full equal in this industry, no matter what I say or do. Understand?"

The heaviness of his gaze suddenly hit me like a train, and I swallowed, my nerves immediately intensifying again. "Yeah, okay," I whispered.

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