Page 38 of Salacious Star

He hadn't told me to do that, though. And I needed to "make it up to him."

Another shiver of excitement ran down my spine as I turned around and knelt up on the couch, the cushion under my knees making it easy to spread my legs and fold my torso over the top of it. It supported me and was comfortable enough, and not being able to see Tristan or the cameras anymore only punched home exactly howvulnerableI was right now.

I would be a hell of a lot more terrified in this moment if I didn't trust Tristan implicitly. And I knew that I was going to walk away from this particular scene just as bowlegged as I had the last one.

"Fuck." Tristan's low growl reached my ears, and he barked, "Spread your legs more. Show me that cheating fucking hole."

I couldn't help the whimper that escaped me as I forced my knees a little wider, and then I reached back to grasp my ass cheeks and pull them wide for good measure. I was already relaxed and slick from the prep that I'd done before I came out, but I still shivered a little when I felt the air of the room brush against my asshole, reminding me of exactly how exposed I was.

Tristan snarled, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I heard him approach. A gentle thud told me that he had kicked off his shoes, and then there was a whisper of fabric. Probably from taking off his shirt.

I wanted to see it, but...

A hand gripped my hip tightly, and Tristan's fingers dug into the side of my hip possessively before he released me, and I let out a yelp as a loud slap sounded through the air.

I heard the spank before my mind caught up with the pain, and I moaned as I registered the way that the underside ofone of my ass cheeks was stinging, burning from where Tristan's blow had landed.

He had managed to avoid my hands and fingers, of course, and the tiny gesture of his care was enough to warm me even as he snarled, "Let go. I'm going to turn this tight ass red."

I whined and released myself, a hint of gratitude filling me when my hole was no longer agonizingly exposed. Tristan made a soft sound, and then another blow landed, so hard that it drove me forward into the couch and I buried my face into the fabric of the couch to muffle my yelp.

"Oh no, you fucking don't," Tristan snarled. His fingers threaded through my hair and yanked my head back, and despite the aggressive way that he cranked my neck, his fingers were as gentle as the could make it.

His lips pressed against my ear as another blow landed on my skin, already stinging and burning bright with pain. "You earned this punishment, you little slut. Fucking take it, and let me hear every goddamned sound."

He spanked me again, and I cried out loud and helpless. My cock was hard as fucking diamond, and my mind was already starting to haze over with a hint of subspace, a bit of overwhelm at the emotions that were rioting through my body.

I wasn'tespeciallyinto BDSM, but I understood the concepts enough to know what was happening to my body. And if it had been anyone other that Tristan turning my ass red, I might not trust them implicitly enough to let myself fall into this vulnerable state.

ItwasTristan, though, and I knew that he wouldn't let me go without taking care of me.

"Please..."I rasped. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

The words were meaningless - after the setup, there weren't any more lines in the script so we were both flying blind here - but I found myself babbling them anyway. "I'm sorry.Baby, I was weak. Fuck, I need this. Punish me, make me pay,fuck..."

A particularly harsh slap made my head spin, and Tristan snarled in my ear as he gripped my ass, his fingers digging into my burning skin and undoubtedly leaving nail marks.

"Oh, you're not sorry," he growled, the words sadistic and seductive and fuckingtempting. "But you will be."

His teeth sank into my neck, his fingers flexing in my hair, and I yelped at the sudden pain even as my head lolled to the side, giving him better access. He sucked and licked, his tongue warm, and I justknewthat there was going to be a vicious hickey there when we walked off set for the day.

The thought of wearing his mark like that until it faded...it sent a bunch of warm tingles through me, and when he pulled away, I heard a low whistle from the peanut gallery.

I didn't look to see who was commenting on it, because the next moment, Tristan released his grip on my hair and ass, and there was a thump behind me as he dropped to his knees.

I couldn't help myself. I craned my neck to look over my shoulder down at him, and his eyes twinkled at me with aggressive arousal andhappinessas he reached forward and grasped my ass cheeks again, pulling them wide himself this time. His eyes dropped to my hole, and his pupils blew even further than they already were as he hungrily took me in.

"Such a greedy, slutty little hole," he spat, his eyes flicking up to me for a brief moment - checking in.

The feeling of him making sure that I was okay in the middle of thisintensescene warmed me from the inside out, and I nodded helplessly, clenching.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again, staying in character. Even though all I wanted to do was beg for Tristan to finally fucking touch me, to lick me, to finger me,something. "I'll make it up to you..."

Tristan scoffed, and then his breath brushed against my hole, making me jump.

"How are you going to make it up to me?" he asked. That was the only warning that I got before his mouth was on me, his tongue prodding past my slickened hole so suddenly that I yelped, and his fingers dug into my ass in warning to stay still.

His tongue immediately drove me insane, prodding deep and teasing inside of me before he pulled back, just enough to make my head spin. A bite of pain shocked my brain when his teeth sank into one of my ass cheeks, marking me, and then he pulled away, one of his fingers prodding against my hole before sinking all the way down to the knuckle.

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