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Xander

Energy and excitement buzzed under my skin as I stumbled backwards a little at Tristan's words.

His expression was hard and aggressive as he looked at me, but his eyes were soft and searching, just as warm as they always were, and excited.

Tristan didn't need to tell me that he was really fucking into this scene.

His cock told me that where it strained against his jeans, and the way that he was practically vibrating out of his skin.

And admittedly...it was doing it for me too.

I wouldn't have thought it would - had been nearly petrified at the thought of it before the cameras had started rolling, but now that we were in the thick of it...Yeah.

Tristan could do whatever the fuck he wanted to me.

I needed to make him understand how fucking sorry I was for "cheating."

I swallowed hard and reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head and not looking away from Tristan even for a moment.

His eyes flashed, and he barked, "I didn't tell you to get fully naked, slut," but I was already shoving down my comfortable pants as he did so, kicking them to the side so that I was standing in front of Tris fully naked.

My cock was so hard that it jutted out in front of me like a pole, already red and leaking, and my cheeks burned as Tristan's eyes slid down the front of my body, evaluating.

There was a certain vulnerability that came with being naked in front of someone while they were still fully clothed, and I'd always liked that power imbalance, just a little bit.

It was hot, and the urge to reach down and wrap my hand around the aching length of my cock to stroke off in front of Tristan and the cameras was strong.

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 how vulnerable I 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 of one 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't especially into 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.

It was Tristan, 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 fucking tempting.

"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 just knew that 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 and happiness as 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 this intense scene 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.

"How is this slutty, desperate cunt going to make it up to me?" Tristan growled.

He didn't give me warning before he pulled out and sank two fingers in, the feeling of fullness making me moan.

He curled his fingers against my prostate, and my cock jerked, drooling precome all over the couch underneath me.

Another sharp blast of pain when his teeth sank into me again - this time on the other ass cheek - and he barked, "Hmm? Tell me.

You're making so many promises, baby, but you're not telling.

Me.

What.

You'll. Do. For. Me."

Each word was punctuated with a sharp thrust of his fingers, and God, I was a mess.

If it weren't for the back of the couch under my torso, I wouldn't have been able to keep myself upright.

My legs were trembling underneath me, spread even further to try and get more of Tristan's fingers inside of me, and when he sank a third finger inside of me, the stretch made me groan, but the faint sting and ache felt so fucking right.

"God, look at your greedy hole," Tristan scoffed.

"Take all of my fingers like it's nothing.

You're really whoring it up around town, aren't you, to be taking me so easily?"

The degradation made me shiver and whimper, and I shook my head as he pressed all three of his fingers against my prostate and rubbed firmly, the sensation making me yelp.

"Fuck!"

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Tristan growled.

"I can feel how swollen your sweet spot is, baby boy.

I bet that you're fucking yourself stupid even when you aren't hopping on someone else's dick, aren't you? That dildo collection of yours getting a good workout? Maybe that's how you make it up to me.

I'll just make sure that your ass is too full and sore to handle anything else when I'm not the one inside you."

I gasped, my cock jerking, and God, my balls were so fucking tight and swollen.

Every thrust of Tristan's fingers drove the tip of my cock against the back of the couch, and it was only going to be a matter of time before I couldn't handle it anymore.

I wasn't even convinced that I needed to touch my cock anymore; I had the feeling that I was going to come untouched during this scene.

God, how humiliating.

And so fucking good.

Tristan shocked me speechless a moment later when he pulled his fingers out of me slowly, his knuckles tugging on my rim, then he thrust four fingers inside of me, spreading them as wide as they would go.

"Fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhhh..."

My cock jerked, and I was leaking so much precome that I wasn't entirely convinced that I hadn't come yet.

I moaned, and Tristan made the first soft, approving sound that I'd heard from him during this entire interaction.

"There you go.

Oh, look at that, baby boy.

Your slutty, greedy hole is sucking in all four of my fingers.

I bet you could take my whole fist right now, couldn't you? You would be the most gorgeous little puppet for me, wouldn't you?" He laughed, the sound degrading and a little mean, making my head fuzz over even more.

"Needy little hand puppets don't cheat. Maybe that should be your punishment. And then I'll just jerk off all over your back, and you'll be all stretched out and used without even having taken my cock. Greedy whore."

"Oh, fuck...no," I managed, the thought making me jerk up.

The new angle pressed all four of Tristan's fingers against my prostate again, my hole aching around the width of his hand as he sank his fingers all the way in, and I looked over my shoulder at him.

I could only imagine the image that I presented, my lips slightly swollen from biting them and my face burning with humiliation and arousal.

I probably looked fucked out, just as much of a slut as he was calling me, and Tristan's gaze met mine with an amused tip of his lips.

"No?" he said softly.

He thrust his fingers inside of me one more time before withdrawing them altogether, leaving me aching and empty and so turned on that I swore a spare breeze would have tipped me over the edge.

Tristan slowly rose to his feet, his eyes not leaving mine for a moment.

He reached down and undid the buckle of his jeans - and God, the thought that he'd still been clothed while he was doing all of that to me was unspeakably hot - and then he shoved them down, his cock springing free and making my mouth water.

He wrapped his hand around the hard length, stroking once, twice.

A bead of precome gathered at the tip, and it took everything inside of me not to sink to my knees in front of him to worship his cock and show him how sorry I was.

"If you don't want me to come all over you and leave your unfaithful fucking hole to suffer," he said slowly, enunciating every word.

"Then what exactly is it that you want me to do, baby boy?"

I swallowed, not looking away from Tristan as I licked my lips.

"I want your cock," I finally whispered, my voice breathy and pathetic and fucking needy.

I'd never heard myself so wrecked before, and for a moment, I almost tapped out.

I knew that Tristan wouldn't be upset with me over it, and Dorian would give me a minute before we got back into it.

But then Tristan's lips curved up in a smirk that was more sadistic than comforting, and my cock jerked as he wrapped his hand around the base of his hard length and stroked.

"Yeah?" he crooned.

He stepped closed, smoothing his hand over my lower back - the first true comfort that he'd offered me during this scene - and the head of his cock nudged against my hole.

"Is this hole mine, baby boy? Are you going to prove it to me?"

The challenge in his eyes made me moan, and I nodded, turning and letting my head fall forward again as I pushed back against him, not giving two shits how slutty I must look, the way that I was presenting my hole to Tristan like a bitch in heat.

"Yours," I whimpered.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

With a growl, Tristan thrust inside of me, burying his cock all the way to the base in one aggressive motion that tore the breath out of me.

"Fuck!"

Tristan gave me no quarter.

He started fucking me hard and fast, the fullness of his cock fucking delicious after the aggressive way that he'd stretched me.

His fingers dug into my hips where he was holding me, and his cock slammed against my prostate with each thrust, making sparks burst to life behind my closed eyelids and tearing humiliatingly loud, shameless moans from my open mouth.

The scene that we'd been enacting faded away.

I didn't care that he was supposed to be "angry" with me, that he was allegedly "reclaiming" me.

All that mattered was the way that he was fucking me, the way his cock filled me up, and the fact that I was so...fucking...close...

"Please," I gasped.

"I'm gonna come.

I'm so close...baby, please, I need..."

"Whenever you're ready," Dorian called out to us, his low voice just reaching my ears.

It was the permission that both Tristan and I needed, and he snarled, pounding into me harder, faster.

"You're never going to look at another man again, do you hear me?" he snapped.

"This cock? This cock is the only one you'll feel for the rest of your fucking life.

This fucking hole is mine."

He folded himself over me, his chest warm against my back, and he reached underneath my body to grab my cock, continuing to pound into me hard and fast.

He started stroking me, his hand twisting around the head with every thrust, and he pressed his lips up against my ear as he snarled, "Fucking come."

The command was the last straw.

I screamed as I came, and my cock jerked in Tristan's hand as he jacked me, spraying all over the back of the couch.

My vision whited around the edges, and the rushing in my ears kept me from listening too closely as I continued to moan and whimper desperately as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.

Tristan wasn't far behind.

He slammed into me two, three, four more times after my cock spilled over his hand, and he sank his teeth into a different part of my shoulder as he bottomed out inside of me, his cock jerking and flooding me with warmth.

I whimpered as he sucked another mark into my skin, my head swimming, and his grip on my hips loosened, until he was barely holding me, his fingers soothing as his teeth detached from my skin, and then he pressed a sweet kiss to the mark.

"Mine," he rasped.

The word settled deep inside of me, making me shiver, and then a throat cleared, and Dorian called out, "Pull out, Tris."

Tristan's lips curved up in a smirk, and he kissed me one more time before he straightened up, and then carefully pulled out.

The feeling of my hole gaping and the fluids that immediately started leaking out made my cheeks burn, but my mind was fuzzy enough that I didn't mind.

"Good.

Cut," Dorian said, his voice a little raspier.

Tristan immediately was at my side, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his lap, heedless of our nudity.

He gently pressed a hand on the back of my head until it was tucked into the crook of his neck, and I heard the bustle of conversation from the crew filtering into my ears as if through cotton.

"We're going to need a minute before we do filler, Dorian," Tristan called out, his voice crisp and professional.

The way that his hands stroked me was anything but, though, and I sighed, burrowing a little more into the warmth of his body as Dorian answered, "Of course.

As long as you need."

Tristan nodded, and then he hummed, continuing to stroke his hands over my skin.

It was soothing, and I sank into the feeling of his comfort.

I knew that the shoot was far from over, that we had more filler to shoot, but Tristan was right.

I needed this minute.

I needed him.