Page 2 of Behind the Scenes
No.
Ineededher.
Maybe it was the power that she exuded. The sureness. The confidence. I didn’t have time to analyze it, but my darkness was ready to claim her. Ready to make her mine.
And who was I to deny it?
I couldn’t stay away.
I was supposed to be back in Los Angeles getting ready for a shoot early the next morning, but somehow I found myself back in New York and back at the same club looking for the same girl.
I was never this drawn to another person in my life. But somehow the single moment I sawherchanged everything.
It wasn’t just about my career or keeping my true identity safe anymore.
I wanted something outside all of that now.
I wanted her.
I tried to reach out to the darkness inside me. Tried to put myself back on my path. The safe path. But I couldn’t help it.
This time, I found her in an even more compromising position. One that I loved but also hated.
And the more I watched, the more I hated it.
She was in one of the observation rooms. This one had a two-way glass, and I wasn’t the only one watching. Laura—even her name was perfect—was on a leather sofa getting her pussy pounded. I tried to focus on how her face looked. The pleasure coursing through her. The way her body was arched. The delicious way her pussy sucked up the fake cock.
But all I could focus on was the person behind her and how negligent they were being.
They barely touched her clit. Their hands always on her hips, using the momentum to thrust deeper into her. I imagined myself behind her instead.
I would treat her so much better.
She wouldn’t have to sneakily put her hand between her legs to rub her clit. She wouldn’t have to pinch her own nipples. I would do it all for her at exactly the right time because I could read her body better than that sorry excuse for a lover she’d picked.
I could feel her calling to me, and it got more pressing as I kept watching. She was nowhere near coming. She was forcing it, desperately trying to pull her orgasm out from the depths of her with no help from her partner.
I wasn’t sure anyone else could tell, but I could, and that was all that mattered. So I sat there fuming, jealous, pissed off, thinking of all the things I could be doing to her. How I could make her come alive at my touch.
And then it finally happened. She came with a sigh, almost as if she was happy it was over. She melted into the couch as her hand stopped vigorously rubbing her clit.
She deserves so much more than this.
I watch them clean themselves up. Chat. It seemed so… cordial. So… mundane.
It angered me because nothing about her was mundane. And there would be nothing mundane about us finally fucking.
Because she has to be mine.
I waited on the sidelines for her to come out. I didn’t have a plan—I just wanted to see her. But her partner came out first.
There was someone they knew waiting outside, and they immediately started talking about how hot they looked while they were pounding into “the girl.” I almost gagged listening to it.
“She wassointo me.”
“You rocked her world. She didn’t know what was coming to her.”
“She’ll come back soon, I guarantee you. Girls like her? They’re all uptight until I get my hands on them. I can tell. She’ll keep thinking about it and come crawling back when she can’t stand it anymore.”
