She was here. I could hear her voice on the other side of the dressing area thanking Elise for getting my number and assuring her that her friend found me. But she wasn’t the same Kylie I saw last night, the one who was dazzling and seducing just about any man who looked her way. Today, her voice was shaky, totally off. I could tell she was nervous, at least more than usual. But I couldn’t blame her. After last night in the club, I was feeling too out of it.
I pulled on the leather pants. It was the only piece of clothing I was wearing for today’s shoot. As soon as I saw them laying out for me, I had an idea of what was going to happen.
But still, I waited until Daniel walked into my dressing room, his clipboard of scripts in has hand to confirm my fear. “The audience wants more of what you did last time. More bondage. More physical stuff.” He looked at me with the side of his eye. He was still upset from our last shoot where I threatened to walk out unless he released Kylie. He asked, “Is this going to be a problem?”
I didn’t want it to be. After finding Kylie at the club in that dress, the one that had the slit in the front leading down her chest bone, I wanted nothing more than to punish her for being such a stupid girl. I wanted to make her obey me and my orders. If that meant using my cock, I was even more glad.
But I didn’t want to do it on camera. Normally the filming itself turned me on. Thinking about all those eyes watching me, envying me, made it easier to get through even the most amateur of partners. Sharing the screen with my stepsister, however, was a whole other can of worms. I knew I was powerless in this. I couldn’t keep her from getting on that sound stage and ripping off her clothing, but I could be in charge of what happened to her when she was in the scene.
I nodded my head to Daniel and followed him out of the dressing area. In the center of the dungeon scene was Kylie. All I could get was a glimpse of her small hands, which were physically shaking. Her wrists had cuffs on them that hooked on to the rack. This, I was sure, was not anything she had ever done before. Just like our first scene, I was going to have to walk her through this step by step.
Daniel walked over to Kylie and touched her shoulder. His hand lingered too long as he looked at her costume. She was wearing a black silk corset that lifted her breasts out and up towards her chin. It cinched her in, giving her a tiny waist. Her stockings were fishnet and coordinated with her mesh panties. A black necklace dangled around her throat and a large ruby fell down her chest, pointing directly at her tits. Even her hair was longer, if that were possible. Instead of hitting her on the small of her back, Elise put in extensions that went down to her knees. Even more to hold onto.
The scene cleared as I stood before her. The men were testing the sound levels and camera angles as I stole a few words to her, “Are you sure you want to do this? Do you know what is going to happen?”
“I know what you are going to do to me. And I want you to.” She looked at me with her large, doe eyes sparkling in the overhead lights. She looked earnest, as if she were pleading with me to do these unthinkable things.
I took her hand in mine, unsure if it was too intimate to do. I whispered towards the ground, “I don’t want to hurt you.” I was telling the truth. As much as I wanted Kylie, and as much as I wanted to fuck the bad girl version in front of me, I couldn’t bear to damage her any further. I had already tainted her enough.
“You can’t hurt me. I want this.” She turned towards the set, dropping my hand. She didn’t look back at me. Instead, she used the stepladder to hook her wrist cuffs into the metal bar up against the middle of the black painted wall. Her feet rested on a two tiny posts camouflaged to not be seen. As I got in my position, I watched her step off slightly, her legs dangling helplessly as her body bounced and swayed from her own weight dropping.
Daniel called action as I entered the set from a fake door. I called out to her, “You don’t think I’m letting you go anytime soon, do you?”
She looked down at me with pleading, mournful eyes, “Please, sir. Please, just let me go home. My father will be looking for me. My mother is probably so worried.”
I laughed heartily. “You really think I would let you go just because your mother and father lost their poor little girl?” I ran a hand up her slim calf, taking in the scent. I rolled down one of her stockings as I stroked her silky skin against my gruff hand. “My dear, I’m just getting started.”
She cried out for help as her head twisted desperately towards the corners of the fake room. I grabbed a leather riding whip from the prop cabinet designed to fit in with the medieval look. “Do you know what this is?” I asked her understanding that both Kylie and the character she had transformed into had no idea what it could do.
“Are you going to hurt me with it?” I could see sweat pool up against her forehead. She was genuinely nervous.
“I only hurt bad girls.” I placed the whip against her thigh, rubbing it up and down the length of her leg. “Are you a bad girl?”
“No. I’m good. I promise you!” She struggled to hold her balance as I sped up the strokes. I was inching towards her sex each time I moved upwards.
Suddenly, I slapped the front of her panties with the whip, sending her reeling backwards against the wall. “Good girls don’t dress like tramps!” I hit her again with it in the same spot. It was right up against her clit, forcing her to warm up to this. There was so much more coming.
“Let me see the proof, then. If you are a good girl, your panties will be dry. If you’re a bad girl, you would have soaked it through.” I took the mesh material in my hands and ripped them off of her, leaving a slight red mark where the elastic band hit. She cried out again, this time in shock. I pulled her legs over my shoulders and began examining her.
My fingers felt her soft, downy pussy from the outside. They stroked at the curves and nooks, circling between her thighs and the line that leads inside. I pressed my thumb down on the top of that opening, not daring to go inside, at least not yet. All the other shoots didn’t give me the opportunity to see her up close like this. I was going to enjoy it for as long as possible.
I looked up at her as I continued to stimulate her with my hand. She was trying so hard to keep the act up. Her head was moving side to side but by the way she was biting her lip, I could tell she wanted it more than ever. Any hesitation I felt, any bit of worry or doubt washed away as I sensed how badly I wanted this, too.
My forefinger slipped in just a tip as she let out a harsh breath. I watched as she looked down at me, studying my actions as if it would tell her anything. I looked back up at her and commanded her to turn away, “You’re wet.” I pushed the finger in farther, “So wet.”
Her voice hitched as she felt me find her clit and pressed into it. “No, sir. Please, I’m not wet. I don’t want this.”
“I think that’s enough talking for now.” I reached my free hand into my pocket and pulled out a white kerchief. I stuffed it into her mouth as she tried to resist. Still, I could make out her muffled, wanting screams. I grabbed the whip from my side and slapped her right breast, sending it shaking and rattling from the force. Her body collapsed downward, driving my finger even deeper. I inserted a second finger and sped up my motion as I whipped the other tit. Her hips circled in my hands as I felt her instantly get wet. Her body went limp as I struggled to hold her up.
Once she recovered, I grabbed the bar down off the wall, causing her to fall to the ground. Quickly unlocking her, I took her cuffs into one hand and her long hair into my other, yanking her towards the table made of slabs of wood. She lay down, allowing me to hook the cuffs into the links. I then strapped her legs in, keeping her in place just for me.
I straddled my legs over her and pressed her large breasts together with my two hands. They made a perfect cavern for my cock to rest in as I felt how warm and soft she was, just like her pussy. As I fondled her nipples, my cock began to go in and out, in and out. This was my turn for some pleasure, and she wasn’t allowed to deny me. Even still, her hips rose in pleasure as they danced underneath me.
I could have cum right there. I could have exploded all over her neck and tits. She could have been covered in me from head to nipple. But I resisted. I wanted to be inside of her. To take her like this, totally helpless to what I wanted and needed. I sank my body lower, meeting her sweet, soft pussy with my cock. I entered her bit by bit as she squirmed, sending her head back into the plank of wood under her.
With my hands, I reached back and unhooked her legs and then raised her feet to my face. One two after another, I sucked on them as I began to rock in her, physically pushing her body into the hooks that bound her arms. My teeth pressed down on the pressure point of her toe pads with each hard, deep stroke. She was reeling, trying to control herself. But I was giving her away.
Even though I could hardly speak, I yelled at her, “You filthy fucking cunt. Only little sluts like you want to be punished. And I can tell by how deep you’re letting me go you deserve this punishment.” I flipped her over to her side, spanking her with my hand before she could move anymore. Two more slaps of my hand and she was pink and rosy, her skin hot to the touch. I grabbed the whip resting at my side and instead flicked at her nipples. My other hand continued to press against her flesh as she screamed over and over again.
I felt her build up once again, her body trembling as her teeth bit into my white cloth restraint. Finally, I watched as she pushed off of her heels from my shoulders as her pussy sank me in. She had cum again. By my account, I was at eight, at least.
But it was my turn. She had her share of fun and games. Now this was for real. This was about her and me and what she had hidden. I lowered her legs and placed them across from my hips. Instead of giving her a few seconds to recover, I became relentless, speeding up my plow, pushing into her and circling my cock as it nearly slid out. She was going to feel my pain and discontent from every single angle.
Kylie’s eyes widened as I let out a long yell of pleasure. The release was seconds away, enough time for me to fall down on her, our faces just inches from one another. I looked into the expanses of her lost eyes as I found myself releasing inside of her. My pumps slowed as I wanted every drop to vanish, every bit to roll out of me and into her. I had given her everything.
An amused but distant voice called cut from the shadows as I stood and walked away. I wanted no part in what was to be done. I made my way back to the dressing room, discarding the condom in the trash. Pulling the curtain closed behind me, I slipped into the showers and turned on the water on the hottest setting it could go. I needed to wash away whatever it was that I felt. I began to scrub until my fingers wanted to bleed.
My heart raced; my mind couldn’t settle on a focus. I was desperate to be done, to escape once again. But starting over for a second or third time wasn’t possible. I had my shot to save Kylie and myself years ago, but I didn’t take it. And, now, here I was, trying to run from her and our pasts while finding myself only closer to her.
As my brain tried to work it out, I felt a draft, a sweep of wind blow across my bare leg. I turned around to see Kylie there, fully naked and already a bit wet. She held a finger to my lips, begging me to not speak. I couldn’t have said anything if I wanted to.
“What you just did to me was amazing.” She paused before adding, “I don’t want this to be over.”
I cut her off, “We can’t do this, Kylie.”
“I know we shouldn’t. I know we can’t. But no one has to know. Just you and me. We can figure this out.” She slipped her hand to my chest, resting it upon my heart.
I looked at her eyes once more. They were locked on me, determined to get me to say yes, to promise her I’ll stay. I couldn’t give her what I wanted or what she needed. Instead, I gave her this solution, “Neither of us can get out of this contract with Daniel, and I know that there is something more going on here. But I can’t love you like that, Kylie. I can’t let myself feel that for you. We were brother and sister, for god’s sake.”
“Then don’t love me. Just fuck me. Before you, I only had young, stupid boys who had no idea what to do with themselves, let alone me. I need you to teach me -- to show me what I can do. We don’t have to be boyfriend and girlfriend. We don’t have to be brother and sister. We can just be partners.”
I looked at her suspiciously as I considered her words, “No love? No feelings?”
She shook her head slightly, “No love. No feelings. I promise you that. When we’re done with the shoots and our contracts are up, we can be done with this whole thing.”
I stiffened up as I looked down at her, placing an arm around her waist. She had marks all over her from the whip and my hand. She laughed as I traced one of the reddest, deepest lines with my fingers.
I was causing her pain. I was causing her pleasure. I was two sides of a coin that wanted so much to figure out which was better. But maybe it was enough to be both. Maybe I could give us both what we wanted by giving her the light and the dark of me. Maybe I could be the person to guide her through this, to protect her like I used to.
But for now, I kissed her, pulling our two naked and tired bodies together. Whatever side we were on, whatever we were doing right or wrong, nothing mattered but her skin on my skin.