Caught on Camera: Part Four

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CAUGHT ON CAMERA: PART FOUR

Lily Harlem

Part four in the Caught on Camera serial

A bag of surprise props brings new spice to Reece’s life, but how does he feel about so many ‘firsts’ in public?

The filming of porn movie
Slippery Slots
is reaching its grand climax. Reece has stretched himself in the role of Timothy and given over to lust and desire in front of the camera many times. But when a host of new toys, including a flogger, are delivered as props for the final scene, he finds himself wondering if he’s hit the limits of his sexual, on-screen capabilities.

He must go to Odin’s Raven, a BDSM club in the backstreets of Las Vegas, and be strung up on a cross, naked for all to see. Now instead of a faceless audience, real people will be there to watch him flogged, whipped and buggered. He has to hold in his cries and gasps as he learns the beauty of pain mixing with pleasure. Can he do it? Will pain be pleasurable?

There is only one man he trusts for the job. One person who knows what Reece wants and needs, and how far he can be pushed. That person is Cade, the man Reece is falling for with every beat of his heart.

But will the beating finish Reece off or send him to that foggy, mindless sub-space of ecstasy? Only time will tell and everyone will be witness to the result. He has no place to hide.

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Oscars: Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences

iPhone: Apple, Inc.

Arsenal FC: Arsenal Holdings plc

MGM Grand: MGM Resorts International

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Caesar’s Palace: Caesars Entertainment Corporation

Fifty Shades:
Fifty Shades of Grey,
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Chapter Seventeen

Reece pointed at the bag their glamorous wardrobe manager Donna had just dropped off at their hotel room.

“So what’s in that?” he asked Cade.

Cade was sipping coffee and flicking through the script for the next scene.

“I’m guessing it’s our props and costumes for tonight.” He set down his drink and the script then tugged the zip open.

“I’m glad we’ve had a night’s rest since Bret.” Reece locked his fingers, stretched his arms above his head then yawned loudly. He’d had a good sleep, again cuddled up with Cade, and now, on his third day in Las Vegas, he was ready to carry on filming
Slippery Slots
.

Damn, he’d gotten lucky with this sweet money-spinning job. He could have still been stuck in Wiltshire, decorating and stinking of paint. Instead, he was here fucking for a living. Yep, he’d had all of his Christmases and birthdays come at once.

Not that yesterday hadn’t been full-on and exhausting. It had. Their co-actor, Bret, had been the star of the cowboy ménage scene and had definitely lived up to his reputation of having a huge cock and being wonderfully professional when it came to the porn industry.

Tonight was a bit different, though, and if Reece had been a little apprehensive about yesterday’s take, he was even more so about this one.

Cade whistled out a breath. “Oh yeah. Looking good.”

“What is it?” Reece asked, dropping his arms and moving to the bag.

Cade held the top shut so Reece couldn’t peer inside. “I don’t know if I should show you. You might run a mile.”

Reece frowned. “I wouldn’t.”

“Wanna bet?” Cade grinned wickedly and pulled out a squat T-bar butt plug. It was purple and had a switch at the base.

“Really?” Reece said, feeling his eyes widen. He’d never used one before.

“A vibrating butt plug. So much fun.” Cade tipped his head and looked at it kind of wistfully.

“An old friend of yours?” Reece asked, eyeing its tapered length, thick girth and the tiny on-off switch at the base.

“Well not this one… Obviously this is brand new. But yes, I have fond memories of the movie I made in Spain. One of these fuckers kept me on the edge for hours. Sweet, sweet torture.”

Reece swallowed. He’d read hardly any of the next scene that was set in a BDSM club, but he knew he was subbing. He’d be the one on the receiving end of that
sweet, sweet torture
—he could hardly wait, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a tad nervous.

Cade set the plug aside. “What else is in here?” He licked his lips and dipped back into the bag. “Oh good God, that’s perfect.”

He withdrew a flogger. The handle was black and weaved with purple. It had a wrist strap and a pile of thick suede tresses that appeared meaty and firm.

Reece’s arse tingled just with him looking at it. Spanks were fun. He liked a swift, hard slap just as he was getting riled up and ready to let his passion free. But a flogger? That was a different game altogether and again, it was something new.

“Don’t look so worried,” Cade said. “It’ll be fine. I’ll be gentle.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Reece’s. “Well, not that gentle.”

“I’m not worried. I just need to finish reading the script.”

“Don’t do that now. We have another scene to film first. The glue scene, as Tom calls it. The one that cements the very flimsy, non-complex plot.” He laughed. “We won’t win Oscars with this fucking movie but damn, it’s going to fill our wallets up. So who cares if it’s a bit cheesy and a lot ropey, and just a pile of scenes loosely bound together to allow lots of shagging action.”

Reece smiled. The sound of Cade laughing made his heart melt. He adored it and the accompanying smile. “It’s one hell of a job, that’s for sure. Who’d have thought last week I worked my balls off for a few hundred quid decorating and now, fucking for a week and I’ll have ten grand in my pocket.” He paused. “Yep, dream job all right.”

“Mainly because it’s with you.” Cade’s face fell serious and he kissed Reece again. He curled his hand behind Reece’s neck and slanted his head, deepening the entry of his tongue.

Reece fell toward him until their chests pushed up close. He wrapped his arms around Cade and wondered what the heck he’d done before he’d met him. Had he been lost? Wandering aimlessly? It hadn’t felt like it but looking back, perhaps he had been.

“I really hope…” Cade said, pulling away slightly and running his fingers through Reece’s hair.

“What?”

“That…” He glanced at the floor but then reconnected their gaze. “That when this is over and we’re back in England, we’ll still see each other.”

Reece’s stomach clenched. The thought of not seeing Cade when they finished filming was enough to make him feel sick. “Damn, I was relying on that. This isn’t just about a movie, is it?” He pressed his hand onto Cade’s chest then his own. “This. Us. It’s more than
Slippery Slots
.”

Cade nodded. “Yes. For me it is. I want you more each day…and not just for sex.”

Reece pulled in a breath. He felt the same.

“Though the sex is damn good, on or off camera.” Cade grinned.

“It’s all good—hanging out, fucking or just kissing.” He wanted to add that he was falling in love with Cade. But he’d said that before, to his ex, and the sentiment had not been returned. Much as things were going brilliantly, he couldn’t tempt fate. Didn’t want to burst the bubble. “We’ll still be together when we get home. I’ll take you to meet my mates. You’ll like them.”

“And I’ll take you to meet my mum. She’ll love you. You can redo her lounge—the wallpaper in there is shocking.” Cade smiled then kissed Reece again.

Reece slipped his tongue between Cade’s teeth and drifted his hands down to his arse. He squeezed his buttocks and drew Cade against him, so their pelvises rubbed.

Cade groaned into his mouth. His cock was hard and butting up against Reece through their jeans.

“Fuck, I want you all the time,” Cade said a little breathlessly. “It’s like the more I have you, the more I want.”

“I know the feeling,” Reece said, kissing across Cade’s cheek to his ear. “I want to strip you naked right now,” he whispered, “bend you over the bed and shove my dick up your arse. Make you shout my name, Reece—not Timothy, like in the script, but Reece. I’m gonna make you shout Reece as you spurt all over the damn bed, so much cum you’ll think it will never stop.”

A tremble traveled over Cade. “Yes. That’s what I want…Reece.”

Knock. Knock.

Reece turned to the door. “Who the hell is that?”

What bad bloody timing.

Cade glanced at his watch. “Shit, it’s Jack.”

Reece frowned.

“The scene, on the Strip. We’re supposed to be doing that at eleven.”

Reece groaned. “Ah, fuck. Yeah. Well…” He released Cade. “Hold that thought.”

“You can count on it.” Cade went to the door and opened it.

Jack stepped in just a few feet. “Good, you’re wearing the same wardrobe clothes as yesterday.”

“We like to do as Donna tells us,” Cade said.

“Very wise.” Jack nodded and held up his camera. “Let’s get this done. It’s flipping hot out there and I don’t want to be hanging around in it.”