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Chapter Fifteen

Mikah

I came three times. Three fucking times. And each time was more intense than the last.

I made a fool of myself, is what I did. Is there any way I could look more pathetic and desperate? I’m a professional adult content creator, same as him. I am one of the top creators at Behind the Lens. How the hell do I end up blowing my load prematurely, and then so fucking easily come two more times? All because he wanted me to—because he told me to.

I roll over, burying my face in my pillow and groaning. How am I ever going to show my face again? How am I going to show that video to my fans? Damn, and his are going to see it and then the entire world will know how pathetic I am in the bedroom and probably go on about that’s why I only do solo content. Because I can’t handle being touched by other men. Pathetic.

Fucking pathetic.

How do I fix this ?

Maybe I can beg him to edit the video and cut out two of those orgasms? At least the first one. But cleaning up my cum from the bed was hot, and I bet a lot of people would like that. It had to have come from somewhere… can he add other stuff in the middle of that, so it doesn’t seem so soon? I’d have to look at the video to see. It’s my only chance at redeeming myself. I should also apologize for the whole thing. I’m sure his fans expect him to be with better guys; ones who can keep their shit together.

Okay, yeah. So, an apology. That’s what I need to do. I’ll go over there and apologize.

My phone buzzes, the sound coming from somewhere on my bed. I dig through the blankets, trying to find where it is, and eventually get it untangled and answer.

“Why do you sound half asleep? It’s nearly twelve.” Zach gasps. “What’s wrong? Why are you still sleeping? Are you sick?”

“I’m not sick. Calm down.”

“Then what’s going on? This isn’t like you.”

“I’m fine. Just having a lazy day.”

“Mikah Reed doesn’t do lazy days.”

I stare up at my ceiling, wondering how much I want to tell him. If anything at all. Maybe I should tell him everything. He is my best friend, after all.

“Okay, so you know my asshole neighbor?”

“The hot porn star? Yeah, I know him just not as well as I wish I did. ”

I roll my eyes. “Way to be subtle. Anyway, we recorded that video last night, and I made a complete fool of myself. So excuse me for wanting to take a personal day.”

“Fool of yourself… how?” he asks carefully.

I sigh heavily. “I came way too fast.”

“Oh… well, yeah. You’re not supposed to do that.”

“Thanks, jackass. Like I don’t know how to make videos?”

“Aren’t you able to like control that or something?”

“I mean, kind of. When you do it so much and for so long, you get better control of yourself, but I don’t usually work with other people. And I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but the guy is gorgeous. And he was being all dominant, and it really turned me on.”

Zach is laughing, but I can tell by the muffled sound he’s trying to make it unheard. It’s not working.

“Thanks for the support,” I mutter.

“I’m sorry! It’s just…” He clears his throat. “Never mind. So, coming too quickly can’t be that bad. I mean, you could just make another video and ask him to use that one.”

“Oh no. No way.”

“Why not?”

I chew on my lip. May as well tell him the rest of it.

“The video couldn’t have been more than a half hour, and he made me come three times.”

“Three times!” he shouts. “Are you kidding?”

“No, Zach,” I grit out. “I’m not kidding. There is no way I can make another video with him because what if it happens again? Then he’ll definitely think I’m pathetic, or worse—think I’m obsessed with him or something.”

“He’s not a bad guy to be obsessed with.”

“Of course he is. He’s a porn star. He fucks everyone.”

“Yeah, but I mean plenty of them are married and have normal lives.”

“Why are you mentioning marriage?” I cry out. “I have to go.”

“No, don’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get married. I was just trying to make you feel better.”

“You failed.”

“Mikah—”

“I really have to go. I have to go over there and talk to him about editing this video, so all his subscribers don’t think I’m some loser two pump chump.”

Zach snickers, and I end the call without saying goodbye. Why did I think telling him would help?

Kicking the blankets off, I shove on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Summer is coming to an end, but it’s still pretty warm out.

I brush my teeth and run my hands through my hair to make it look somewhat presentable. I should shower, but I don’t have the energy for that right now. I’m going to go next door, apologize, talk about fixing the video, then come back, order some greasy ass food, and spend the day on the couch watching sad movies so I feel better about my own life.

Thick grey clouds hover overhead as I step outside, and there’s a humidity in the air. I walk down my driveway, around the fence, and up to Dominic’s door, where I ring the bell. He answers it promptly and surprisingly, without a smile.

“Oh, hey,” he says, forcing a smile onto his face.

My stomach drops. I shouldn’t have come. He’s pissed at me. Embarrassed. Or worse. Whatever worse would be, I’m not sure. Still, I push forward because I need to get this out.

“Hey,” I answer. “Can we talk?”

“Of course.”

I walk into the house, which looks as it always does. Cluttered, lived in, but clean. He shuts the door and we stay in the foyer, in front of the stairs.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday,” I say quickly before I can change my mind.

“Apologize…” he begins, frowning.

“Yes. I’m sure you were expecting a lot more out of our encounter, and I swear nothing like that has ever happened to me before. I wanted to ask if we could look over the video to edit it together, and if it doesn’t work for what you need, I’m willing to make another. A better one.” I nod firmly. “One I don’t fuck up,” I add.

“Another video…”

“Yes?” I watch him, noting he seems exhausted. “Are you okay?” He doesn’t seem right. Why do I care?

“Mikah, I don’t want to make another video. Yesterday was by far the hottest experience I have ever had. ”

My jaw drops, my dick twitching. Fuck off, dick . Why are you such a slut for this man’s praise?

“It was?”

He huffs out a laugh. “Fuck yes. You have nothing to be concerned about.”

“Well, I am. Concerned, that is. Very, actually.”

He screws his face up. “Why?”

“Do you recall what happened?”

“Fuck yes I do. Can’t stop thinking about it.”

“You can’t stop—” I run my hand down my face. “Dominic, that shit is embarrassing.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” He steps to me, putting his hands on my shoulders as he says, “Sexy, Mikah. Not embarrassing. Complimentary.” His hands squeeze my shoulders, and he frowns. “You’re tense.”

“Of course I’m tense.” I shrug out of his touch and step back, because now my dick is hard and I’m in sweatpants with no underwear! “I’m freaking out over this.”

Dominic grabs my wrist and pulls me into the kitchen, toward the table. He pulls out a chair. “Sit.”

I raise a brow.

“Sit in the chair, Mikah.”

With a groan, I drop into the chair and when Dominic’s hands come back to my shoulders, his thumbs kneading into the tight muscles, I start drooling.

“You need to stop stressing about so many things,” he chastises.

“Mhmm,” I mutter as my eyes fall closed.

“Your body is not happy like this. You need to relax more. Just chill out, you know? You have nothing to worry about with that video. Yes, we can look at it together. Yes, we can edit it together. But we don’t need to make another one. I mean, believe me when I tell you I am not against making another one with you. I will make videos with you all day, every day, if you react to me the way you did yesterday, but it isn’t necessary. At least, not for work. Maybe personally. I could definitely get more of you personally.”

I hear him speaking, going on about me and how he wants to make more videos, but I’m so lost in how good his hands feel that I’m not really paying attention to anything else.

He starts talking again, but he sounds like the adults in the Peanuts show. I don’t make out a single word, just a bunch of vowels and sounds and nonsense.

“Just stop talking and keep doing that,” I say, and the noise stops.

Then his hands stop.

“Why did you stop doing that?” I bite out, looking at him over my shoulder.

His brow is raised, as if he’s in shock. I blink a few times, and I snap out of whatever kind of trance I was in, realizing what I just did and said. This man has got to be a sorcerer or something. How the hell does he do that?

“Shit, I’m sorry.” I jump to my feet, moving toward the door. “That was really weird. I just… have no idea the last time I got a massage, and it felt really good.”

His eyes dip down, and I know he’s staring at my dick. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and my traitorous dick twitches. I know he sees it when his eyes widen slightly.

“Sit down.” His words come out calm, but they’re a demand. Similar to how he spoke to me the entire time in his bedroom yesterday.

“Wha—”

His eyes flick to mine. “I said sit down.”

I turn and sit my ass on the chair. No idea why I’m listening to him—again.

He goes back to massaging me, and though I don’t get lost in it as quickly as I did the first time, I still do. I fight it, but it’s no use. I’m stressed and his hands feel so good. I’m always worrying about something—I know this. It’s just how I am. I don’t know how to stop. And I don’t want to stop. Stopping means I may not be prepared if something goes wrong.

“You need to take better care of yourself,” he says.

“Yeah,” I agree with a lazy head nod.

“You say that, but I don’t think you will. Which is why I’m going to.”

My eyes snap open. “What?”

“I’m going to take care of you, Mikah.”

“Why the hell would you do that? I don’t need you to do that. I’m a grown ass man. ”

“A grown ass man who had a shitty childhood and needs someone in his life to take care of him. I want to be that person.”

I get to my feet again, whirling to face him.

“No,” I say with a shake of my head.

He smirks. “Yes.”

“No,” I grit out.

“Yes.”

We hold each other’s gazes, and there’s something in his that makes me want to submit, which is insane. I do not need this man that I cannot stand to take care of me. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I’m an adult who takes care of himself just fine. I’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember, meaning I can handle it.

“What’s wrong, Mikah? You think I can’t do it?” he taunts me, stepping closer. “Which part are you worried about, hm? You know I can cook. You enjoy my food. You know I can make you come. Hard. I proved that yesterday. You think I’m too chaotic or something? Believe it or not, I have a pretty tight schedule. I’ll make sure you stay on one. Mealtime, relaxing, leisure, shopping, sleeping, coming … all of it. I’ll do it all.”

I gulp, then choke out, “Why?”

His fingers come up to brush along my cheek. I swallow hard as he says, “Because no one in this world has ever responded to me the way you have, and I can’t let that go.”