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Chapter Nine

Mikah

I’m a professional. I’m a professional. I’m a professional.

I’m a fucking professional!

No matter how many times I repeat those words in my head, I can’t help but want to throw the entire thing aside and just… give in to him. We’ve already gone so far off script it’s ridiculous, and though I am mad… I’m not mad.

How I’m both angry and not, I don’t know. I mean, how is that even possible? It’s like I’m pissed that he’s made me okay with going off script, but I’m not actually mad about going off script. Because god al-fucking-mighty, this is so hot.

I should have hooked up with someone before doing this. I knew it. I said it. Yet, I didn’t do it. Why?

It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, and I’ve been fine. I swear I’ve been fine with just my hand and my toys, but his hands on me are making me realize how much I miss touch. I love sex. I love orgasms. I love feeling good. And fuck, it really is so much better with another person. It was a mistake to do this while my body was starved for attention, but I guess I was so hungry for it because it had been so long that I didn’t realize I needed it. It became normal for me. I’m like a desperate little attention whore for him and I hate it.

The worst part is he fucking loves it.

And that makes me love it.

Which makes me hate it even more!

But it’s like every time I show an ounce of annoyance, he does something to put me back in my place and my body responds instead of my mouth telling him to fuck off.

This is crazy. So fucking crazy. None of these emotions and feelings make sense. He’s somehow turned me into his puppet. A little whore puppet that’s at his mercy.

This is why I wanted the intimate stuff off limits. I know myself, I know how I get. How did I allow myself to fuck up so badly?

I knew messing with Dominic would be a mistake. He’s too close to the type of person I need in my life personally—intimately. If only he weren’t such an annoyingly arrogant full-of-himself prick, he may even be someone I’d want to date. It’s the looks and his dominating personality that make me want him. Nothing more. Let’s make that clear: nothing more.

He’s disrespectful and borderline narcissistic. Never mind the fact he wastes money like he has a never-ending supply of it, which I know to be complete bullshit because that’s impossible. My attraction to Dominic is purely physical and maybe a little mental because of the dominating aspect, but that’s it. It’s not emotional in any sense, other than me being needy and attention-starved. I’ve thought the guy was attractive from the first moment I saw him—who the hell wouldn’t? And he’s charming as hell. I know this about him, and I let my guard down. I’m only human.

At least I can say all of this is just for work. Because it totally is. I’m putting on a show for my fans, the same way he’s doing. This is for money. Because I need money.

“Up on the bed,” he rasps out, jerking his head toward the top of the bed.

When I move, I realize how badly I’m shaking. How hard my dick is. How close I am to coming, which is fucking insane because I don’t remember the last time I came in my pants without having to touch myself, but I think I’m right there.

There’s something about the way this feels like he’s worshiping me. He’s on his knees for me, yet trying to control me at the same time… it’s making me delusional. It’s almost like he’s tricking me into thinking I’m in control even if I’m not… fucking manipulative prick.

“Sit up more,” he says, and I scoot myself up so I’m leaning against the headboard. He goes to the table and grabs a few things, then comes back. There’s a cup of chocolate mousse in one hand and the chocolate sauce in the other. He straddles my waist, sitting on my dick just the right way, which has me biting my cheek so I don’t moan out loud. I won’t give him the satisfaction, but when my eyes open, he’s smirking, knowing exactly what he did.

I swear I’ll never look at chocolate the same again, and I’m going to regret doing this for the rest of my life.

Dropping the chocolate bottle to the bed, he grabs a spoonful of the dessert and offers it to me. Tentatively, I take it, which makes him smirk.

Chad has moved to the side of the bed to get better shots. I open my mouth to let Dominic feed me, and for some stupid reason, my hands move to his thighs. They’re strong, muscular. Sexy. Too fucking sexy. What would they feel like without the jeans on?

I slide my hands up his sides, then over his stomach as I lick my lips clean of the chocolate. Dominic’s skin is smooth and warm. I let them rest there for just a moment before going back down to rest on his legs. Totally for the photo. We have to look like we like each other, like we’re into each other. Yeah, that’s why I’m gripping his thighs right now. It’s all for the money.

He feeds me another bite, this time leaning in with it and when he pulls the spoon away, he drops it and grips my chin, forcing his tongue into my mouth— again.

This time I can’t stop the moan that escapes my throat. Leaning forward has him crushing my dick again, and I swear he’s rocking against me on purpose. And the way he controls this kiss, dominating my mouth in some sick, slow torturous way? It’s fucking heaven. Heaven and hell, because this man is the devil .

He pulls away, sitting up and giving some relief to my dick, which only has me throbbing and wanting him to lean back down. If he grinds his weight on me a few more times, I’ll come…

“Let’s do some in just the underwear, guys.”

Fuck.

I forgot that we’d have to do this. There’s no way I’m hiding my erection, and I know Dominic is hard too. Not that Chad is going to be weirded out by this. He’s used to it. I’d rather not have my dick more obvious to Dominic than it already is, but I guess I don’t have a choice in that, so we get up to get our jeans off.

We do a few more poses in the bed, Dominic still taking charge and doing things to my body that I refuse to admit I like. My underwear is damp with pre-cum but thank fuck it looks like it’s wet from all the chocolate. We get to our feet and do some more poses in just our boxer briefs, making more of a mess with the chocolate, and even do some sweet and sexy shots as Chad put it, with us feeding each other at the same time and doing the stupid arm hook thing with the chocolate milk. But we’re in our briefs and hard as stone, so they aren’t innocent by any means. People will love them, and that’s all that matters.

“Okay, I think we’re good here, unless there’s something else you want to do?” Chad says.

“We’re good,” I say, hating how pathetic I sound .

“Great. Get cleaned up and I’ll let Monty know you’re all set,” Chad says as he walks toward the door. Just before leaving, he adds, “I think he said room #13 for the video shoot.”

I move toward the door to head to the shower, needing to take an ice-cold one, but Dominic grips my arm, shoving me against the wall beside the door. He closes it before I can say or do anything, and then his hand is in my briefs, jerking my cock. I grit my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut and slamming my head against the wall.

“Stop,” I say, though I realize how weak it sounds.

“Yeah?” Dominic rasps out. “You want me to? Say it again. Tell me to stop again, and I will.”

He moves his body impossibly closer to mine, shoving my briefs down to free my dick. The cool air is refreshing on my skin, but his hand stroking me has me hot all over again.

“That’s what I thought,” he says with a dark chuckle.

With his free hand, he tugs his briefs down and takes his dick out.

“You’re so fucking hard for me,” he says, lining our cocks up and stroking us together.

Something like a whimper leaves my mouth, and I fucking hate it. I hate all of this. This isn’t what was supposed to happen.

“Just… the situation,” I manage to say.

“Oh, yeah?” he says, chuckling again. “Well, I’m hard as fucking diamonds for you, Mikah.”

Fuck .

My head hits the wall again and I’m panting, feeling like I’m going to pass out because I’m doing everything I can not to come. Not sure how I’ve lasted this long. By the grace of god, maybe.

“I think you enjoyed this. I think you enjoyed me. You like everything that I did, and you want more.”

“No,” I say, the word coming out choked.

“Oh yes,” he taunts.

He strokes us faster, leaning his forehead on my shoulder. My hand finds his hair, gripping on the strands and holding on to him. I swear I’m trying to shove him off me, yet he isn’t budging. My body is tense. I’m shaking. The last thing I want to do is come, but my god, I want to come so badly.

“Just let go, baby. Come for me,” he says, and fucking hell, I do. I hate it, but I do. And it feels so fucking good.

My body shakes as the orgasm rolls through me. I cover his cock, his hand, and his stomach with my cum, and he follows me a second later. The warmth of his cum hits my stomach, making me groan, because fucking hell, that is so damn hot. He groans through his orgasm, panting harshly against my chest, while I hold back every sound threatening to escape me, not wanting him to know how much I enjoyed this. His hand drops to his side, and we lean against each other, trying to catch our breaths.

I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to catch my breath around Dominic again, and that infuriates me. Because I hate him. I hate him and I’m a professional and none of this was supposed to happen.

Yet minutes later, we’re walking out the door to go shower to do a video together. One of two videos…

I’m a professional , I tell myself the entire walk to the shower. I can keep my cool and get this done. Then I can go back to hating him. I’m totally a professional.