Page 28 of Love At First Fright

After her encounter with Cecilia, Rosemary spent the rest of the working night with the second unit, observing as they filmed an opening shot of the gothic manor by the moonlight.

As dawn came, the second-unit director called it quits and everyone went to bed.

Back in her room, Rosemary had showered and was trying to get ready to sleep.

Only, tired as she was, sleep was evading her.

She needed to speak to Ellis about his ghost dog, but had no idea how to broach that conversation.

Just as she slipped into bed, thinking she’d read a few chapters of one of her comfort horror novels (demonic nuns!), her phone buzzed.

I can’t sleep so I’m watching Crimson Peak, the text from Ellis read.

She’d totally forgotten she’d put that on Ellis’s horror watch list. It was the perfect modern gothic, and that was a molehill Rosemary was willing to die on.

What do you think? she replied.

There’s something weird going on between this brother and sister.

She chuckled. He was right on the money. How much have you watched?

She’s at the creepy house and found some of those old recordings.

I love that bit. Are you enjoying it?

So much. The ghosts are amazing, I love the set design but…

But?

But I don’t know if I would say it’s scary.

I think a lot of gothic horror isn’t necessarily scary, more creepily atmospheric and full of pageantry.

Now you say it that makes sense. Hope I didn’t disturb you sleeping.

Not sleeping. Hard to with morning light coming in.

Did you manage to write tonight?

No, I stayed on set. I wasn’t able to focus.

Why’s that?

Something fluttered in her belly. There was something so undeniably erotic knowing that Ellis was right next door. It was thrilling.

I think you know why, Rosemary texted back, feeling daring.

The three little bubbles appeared on the screen, and then disappeared. Disappointment sank in when a long moment went past and he still hadn’t replied.

Then her phone rang.

“Ellis?” she answered.

“Hello, love.”

Rosemary was struck by the absurd desire to tell Ellis she’d missed him, missed this. Even if she’d been around him all the time, it hadn’t felt like this: private, intimate.

“What are you doing right now?”

“I’m reading a horror novel.”

She smiled when she heard his laugh down the line.

“That’s very on brand for you.”

“I’d hate to let down my fans.” She joked. She felt bold tonight, or perhaps it was the safety of not having to make eye contact with Ellis as she spoke.

“So, you can’t fall asleep,” Ellis said playfully.

“Nope. Wide awake.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we, love?”

Rosemary swallowed, blushing even in the privacy of her room.

“Will you do something for me, Rosemary?”

Anything. “Yes,” she breathed.

“I want you to touch yourself, do exactly as I say. Alright? Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, and I’ll hang up right now.”

“I do want this.”

“Okay, good. How do you normally make yourself come, Rosemary?”

Her cheeks were on fire. Her whole body was on fire. She’d never done this before, and it filled her with an erotic thrill, hearing his deep voice on the other end of the line.

“I use a dildo.”

“Mmm. I thought you might. Do you have it with you, love?”

Rosemary opened up her bedside drawer and pulled out the bright pink travel dildo and vibrator set she’d brought with her.

“Got it,” she whispered.

“Good girl,” Ellis said, and she squirmed, her pussy soaked with need.

“Suck it into your pretty mouth for me, love, close to the phone. Let me hear it.”

Rosemary was a slick puddle of desire, her nipples hardened to aching points, begging to be touched. Holding the phone in one hand, she sucked the dildo into her mouth, imagining she was stroking Ellis’s cock with her tongue. She heard a muttered “Fuck” down the line.

“Good, just like that,” Ellis whispered. “Now I want you to press that dildo to your slit and hold it there. Don’t move it an inch inside you.”

As desperate as she was to fill her emptiness immediately, Rosemary did as she was told. She needed to do as she was told. She teased the tip of the dildo at her entrance.

“Rest the phone against your neck and circle your clit with your other hand.”

She did as she was told. “Yes. Fuck. That feels so good, Ellis.”

“I know it does, sweetheart. Keep going. Do you know what I would do if I were there?”

“What?” she sighed.

“First, I would see how wet you are for me. You’d be fucking soaked, wouldn’t you, love?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’d kiss those perfect tits of yours and let you ride my hand. But you wouldn’t come yet. After I’ve got you nice and close, I’ll get on my knees and eat your cunt until you’re moaning my name. You only come two places when you’re with me, do you want to know where those are, Rosemary?”

“Yes.”

“On my tongue and on my cock.”

Rosemary shivered, arching her back into the bedsheets.

“Push the tip of the dildo into your pussy.”

Finally, she exhaled into the aching relief as she eased the dildo inside her, feeling the delicious stretch.

“Fuck, Ellis. It’s big.”

“It’s made for you, sweetheart, take it. Fuck yourself withit.”

She groaned, tipping her head back.

“Good girl. Like that,” Ellis said, his voice sounding strained.

“What about you?” she whispered, feeling bold. “Where do you get to come?”

“I come wherever I want, don’t I, love?”

“ Fuck, yes. ”

“But if I were over there right now I think I’d bend you over the bed and fuck your beautiful cunt from behind, would you like that?”

“So much.” His words, his filthy words, were blanketing her in a perfect haze.

“And then I’d fill you up, because you’d take me so well.”

“ Mm-hmm. ” God, she was so close. “Ellis, I’m—”

“I know, keep going, don’t stop.” Ellis’s voice came out in shudders, and Rosemary could tell that despite the confident control in his voice, he was struggling as much as she was.

“Do you know what I’d do when I’d finished filling you up, Rosemary? I’d make sure all my come stayed inside you, and fuck you with my fingers again. I wouldn’t be able to get enough.”

Rosemary uttered a cry, her body clamping, the orgasm breaking over her. This was the hottest, most intimate sex she’d ever experienced, and yet it was only a phone call.

After her heavy breathing abated, Ellis gently instructed her to go clean up, then come back to bed and switch off all her lights.

He had stayed on the phone. “I wish you were coming over,” Rosemary admitted, in the post-orgasm haze. She was probably being too truthful, would she scare him off?

“I wish I were too, love, but I think you need to get some rest. And if I came over, I don’t think we’d be resting much.”

Rosemary had been about to say something that hopefully sounded sexy and inviting, but it morphed into a yawn.

“Okay, I see your point.” She smiled into the phone. “You know, after the last couple of days, I have to say I don’t dislike you anymore, Ellis.”

He huffed out a laugh. “I’m glad. Get some sleep, Rosemary, the next few days are going to be busy.”

Maybe this was just another part of the dom/sub vibe, but Rosemary really did feel herself relaxing somewhat at his words.

“Good morning, Ellis.”

“Good morning, love.”