Made for You (Cole 2)

“Is this … the film?” I was suddenly embarrassed, remembering my reaction to the film I was seeing in its finished state for the first time. At my request, Jack had taken me to the production studio one day for a sort of day in the life of Jack type of tour. While there, we’d watched a highly erotic BDSM film being made, which led to the most intense sexual experience of my life back in Jack’s office after watching such an incredibly sexual act up close for the first time in my life.

Jack wrapped his arms around me, his naked damp chest pressed to my back. I could feel his arousal through the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Lucky towel.

“What film?” I could tell by his tone that he knew exactly what film I was talking about. He turned me around to face him, keeping me pressed tightly against his body, his dirty crooked smile a giveaway that he knew what I was referring to.

“You know what film.”

Jack lifted his eyebrows, feigning innocence.

I rolled my eyes. “The film we watched being made at your office.”

“You mean the film that got you so turned on that you were soaked before I even touched you?” Jack’s voice was low and thick, insanely damn sexy. I’d once joked that his voice and the way he looked at me might actually be enough for me to find my own release, but I suddenly wondered if maybe it were actually possible.

I blushed. “Yes.” I forced myself to maintain eye contact, even though it embarrassed me to admit that what he’d said was true.

“God, I love that it embarrasses you to talk about you getting turned on. It’s so f**king sexy.” Jack’s eyes were blazing as he spoke.

“How did the film do anyway? Did people like it as much as we did?”

“No idea.”

Jack buried his face in my hair, gently kissing my neck. “Isn’t it out yet?”

I shivered as his tongue began to explore my neck, licking its way up to right beneath my ear.

“No, it’s not released.”

“Oh.” I tilted my head to the side to give him better access to my neck where he was gently sucking. “When is it being released?”

“Never.” Jack’s word was muffled against my neck, as he didn’t bother to stop what he was focused on to respond.

“What do you mean, never?” The words came out a whisper, it was becoming difficult to speak. The sucking on my neck had changed from gentle nudges to a firm pressure.

Jack drew his head back to look at me, keeping his eyes on mine, his face only two inches away. “Because I couldn’t share it with anyone. The image of you watching it with your sweet innocent face and wide eyes while that incredible body came to life in response is a beautiful memory for me. I don’t want to tarnish it by sharing it with anyone.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “So you pulled the entire movie from production?”

“No, I had the production finished, then I shelved it.”

“You shelved it. So no one will ever see it?”

“I was hoping someone would see it.” I could tell by Jack’s sexy smile that he meant me.

“But you aren’t ever going to sell it? Isn’t that a huge loss?” My brain was still trying to wrap around what Jack was telling me.

“I have the only two copies. If you get half as excited watching it as you did the day it was filmed, I would say that’s a big win, not a loss.”

How was I supposed to respond to such an insane, sweet, crazy gesture? I paused for a minute, thinking of my response. Then I decided. I pulled the movie off the shelf and put it in the DVR player and pressed play.

***

It didn’t take long before we were at the spot in the movie that Jack and I had watched be filmed live in his studio. The scene was about a dominant and his submissive, and the dom was about to punish the sub for something she had done. I watched as the dom fingered the thick red silk scarf secured as a blindfold over the sub’s eyes, transporting me back to the day it had been acted out live in front of me.

I remembered watching the workmen buckle and secure the black leather straps and chains around the sub’s naked body. Chains and straps were wrapped securely around the front of her exposed br**sts and a loose silver chain hung from clamps attached to her ni**les.

The woman was attractive, but was made more striking by the contrast of the dark leather to her pale white skin. Her wrists were secured with leather cuffs and bound together behind her back. A heavy chain hanging from the ceiling was clamped to a hook woven into the back of the chains wrapped around the sub’s waist. The chain was taut, lifting the woman’s heart-shaped ass slightly into the air.

I watched the flat screen in front of me, mesmerized by the intimacy of the couple on the screen. I felt like a voyeur watching the couple in their intimate private moment, yet in the back of my mind I knew the room had been filled with people.

The dom held a black leather paddle and spoke to his sub. “What’s the punishment for being disobedient, Faith?

“Six paddles, Master.”

“That’s right. And you will not cum tonight. If you cum without my permission, the punishment will be much harsher. Do you understand me, Faith?”

“Yes, Master.”

Master slowly circled around to the back of the table and stood behind Faith. He reached out and put both hands on her perfect ass and gently caressed for a minute. Then he took a step back and a moment later the black leather paddle he was holding connected loudly against her ass. Faith gasped but said nothing. Instantly her right ass cheek reddened. Master moved closer and rubbed it gently. Then he knelt down and licked the other cheek slowly from top to bottom until her left cheek glistened. As I watched, I felt a familiar swelling between my legs.

Master stood again and pulled back his arm and an even louder smack sounded as the paddle connected with her wet cheek. Faith gasped again and let out a low moan.

Master rubbed the left cheek and then stepped back again. He positioned his long erection in his hands and stroked up and down firmly a few times. Then he took one step forward and rammed himself straight into Faith without warning. My breath hitched as I watched him enter her finally. I’d seen  p**n  before, but not like the erotic act playing out before me. The picture on the screen was so graphic and crystal clear, I could actually see Faith’s moisture glistening as he slid his thick swollen c**k inside of her. He stayed planted to the hilt for a long moment and then slowly circled his hips round and round. Another small moan escaped from Faith and Master pulled halfway out and then slammed in and out twice more before pulling all the way out.