The Director's Cut (14 page)

In a second
, he’s behind me. I can feel how hard he is.

He places the riding crop on the desk.
Just a few inches in front of my hands.

Then he’s hitching up my skirt and roughly pulling my panties down.

I feel myself convulse at his touch.

“Keep still,” he says.

He’s silent for a moment. I feel suddenly shamed and vulnerable to be standing with my panties half down and my skirt hitched above my waist.

Then I feel his mouth at my ear, and my eyes close. I love the way he smells.

He leans in front of me and picks up the riding crop.

“Slide your hands forward,” he whispers, so you’re bent completely over the desk.”

I push my hands along the smooth wood until my stomach is flat against the desk. My naked behind is now pointing upwards towards him.

I feel his hand graze over it, and my entire body tingles.

“Do you want to be punished, Isabella?”

Do I?
I can’t deny the fact, that part of me wants this.

“Yes,” I admit
in a small voice.

And then I hear the riding crop whistle through the air and connect
to my behind with a crack.

Oh!

My whole body jumps as the end of the crop strikes. The sensation is completely unexpected. It’s intense, but it’s concentrated in such a small area, that it’s not painful, as I feared. In fact, it’s thrilling.

I feel my nerve endings come alight in a network of hot pleasure.

There’s another crack, and I feel the crop hit another area of my behind. I flinch again, as the sparkling feeling radiates out from where I’ve been struck.

Then comes another. And i
t’s as though my behind is being brought to another level of sensation.

Wherever the c
rop strikes, it’s as though an ice cube has been touched against the skin. The feeling radiates out in a delicious mix of cool and warmth.

“Open your legs,” says James.

Is he going to strike me there?
The thought is compelling and terrifying all at once.

Slowly, I inch apart the top of my thighs.

Thwack!

I feel the crop hit me between the legs, and I gasp. I feel as though I could have almost reached orgasm in that sudde
n slight contact. It was such a strong sensation.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” asks James.

I nod into the desk. It’s what I want more than anything. My body is burning for him.

“Say it,” he demands.

“I want you to fuck me.”

I’m expecting him to drive into me from behind. But instead
, he pulls me up, away from the desk, so I’m standing, facing him.

Then he kisses me, and the world disappears as my body melts into his. I can feel the crop in his hand, hard against my thigh, and the feeling adds another kind of fission to the kiss. More than anything, I want this man.

He lifts me up, keeping his mouth on mine, and places me on the desk. I am sat facing him, and he stands between my legs. Then he reaches down and pulls my panties full away, letting them drop on the floor.

His mouth pulls away from mine for second, just long enough for me to drink in the dark and dangerous expression on his face.

And then he grasps each of my thighs roughly, and forces them wide apart.

I blink as my legs open to him, stretched to the brink of their flexibility.

“I like that I can open you so wide to me,” he says. “And that you’re so wet.” Then his eyes are on mine, as he unzips his fly and frees himself.

With his eyes locked on me, I can’t
see what he’s doing, but I like the hardness of him pressed between my legs. I hear a foil packet tear open and feel the movements of his hand rolling on a condom.

My eyes half
-close, dizzy with the pleasure and animation of him.

“I’m going to take you hard,” he says.

Then his hands grip hard into my buttocks, and I gasp.

I feel him poised to enter me, and he pauses there, teasing me.
             

In the next moment, he slams me towards him, entering me fully. I let out a
loud moan as his body thuds hard into me, building speed.

At this angle, he can enter me as fully as he likes. And he u
ses his hips to hammer his length deep inside me.

“
Arrgh!” I tip my head back as his body jolts mine back and forth on the desk. His pace is increasing, and his hold on my buttocks tightens as he slams into me.

“Oh God
, Issy!” he moans, reaching up a hand and knotting it into the hair at the base of my head. He grips it, securing my head tightly in his fingers, and forces my gaze straight into his smouldering eyes.

“Open your mouth,” he commands.

I let my lips part a fraction, and he forces his thumb inside my mouth. Then he pulls it out and moves it down to my clitoris.

“Oh! James!”

The feeling of his slow delicious movements there are too much to bear. I feel myself buck and twitch as he keeps up the steady, tantalising stroking.

“Come for me,” he whispers, slowing the pace of his thrusts. “I want us to come at the same time.”

I feel my thighs beginning to shake as the stroking begins to lift me towards orgasm. And then my mouth seeks his as the first shuddering wave crashes over me.

“Oh God,” murmurs James, his words half lost as he kisses my mouth. “I can feel you
, Issy. I’m coming.”

He lets out a loud moan, and I feel him come as I reach my peak.

We cling to one another as the molten pleasure cascades. For a long moment, the hotel room fades away, and there is nothing but us. Nothing but the white hot world we’ve created. And then we’re gasping, sweating in one another’s arms.

“That was incredible,” whispers James, holding me tight and murmuring into my ear. “You are unbelievable
, Issy.”

“So are you,” I say shyly.

I feel James’s mouth move into a smile by my ear. “I don’t know about that,” he says. “But behind every good man is a good woman.”

I laugh, and he lifts me up off the desk and carries me across the room.

“Now,” he says, his eyes setting to a more serious expression, “I have a slight professional dilemma, Ms Green.”

“And what is that?”

He sets me carefully down on the bed.

“If I had my way,” he says, “I would have you so many more times tonight that you would be tired tomorrow.”

“I see.”

“And
, as you know, tomorrow is a big day for you. Your first shots on location.”

“Yes.”

James settles down next to me, so we are both stretched out. Then he moves my hand across to his groin.

“But as you can see,” he says, “I’m a man with particular needs, where you’re concerned.”

I can feel him growing hard beneath my touch already.

“Mr Berkeley,” I say, “you’re insatiable.”

He leans across and tugs my earlobe gently with his teeth.

“Only where you’re concerned,” he says. “Issy, you’ve
given me a new interest.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you’ve shown me how to make love,” he says. He sounds almost apologetic. I turn to look into his green eyes.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I say shyly.

James gives me a wicked grin. “You might not be so glad tomorrow,” he says. “All that kinky stuff, Issy, I love doing that with you.”

I turn away, so he can’t see me blushing.

“But making love to you…” He leaves a long pause. “I just want to do that all day, every day.”

He tilts my face back, so I’m looking into his eyes again.

“Me too,” I admit.

“But you like the other stuff too?”

He’s holding my face, so I can’t look away. I feel my cheeks burning.

“Yes,” I admit. “I do.”

He turns his face to look up at the ceiling, considering this.

“Good,” he says eventually.

My hand is still on his groin, and the growing hardness is unmistakable. I flex my fingers gently, and he moans.

Then he rolls over and takes me in a deep kiss.

“I’ll have to ration myself,” he murmurs, smiling at me.

“Really?
” I raise my eyebrows. “What rationing did you have in mind?”

“Bedtime in two hours, no arguments,” he says.

“And what if I decide we should stay up later?”

James fixes me with a rakish grin. “Are you suggesting disobedience, Isabella?”

“Maybe.”

“Then perhaps you should be a little more careful.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I still have the riding crop.”

Chapter 15

James kisses my sleeping face awake whilst it’s still dark. And I blink my eyes open in confusion.

“Is it time to get up?”

“
Shhh. No. I have to be on set now. You take a few more hours in bed.”

I squint at him groggily.

“You’re going now?”

James kisses my face again. “Yes. I just couldn’t resist kissing you goodbye.”

He taps a clock by the bed. “I’ve set your alarm. Cast are due on set at 6am. There’ll be a bus waiting to take you, outside the hotel.”

“Ok
.”

“
The shoot starts too early for breakfast in the hotel,” he adds, “but I’ve arranged food to be on location when you all arrive.”

He strokes my hair and kisses me one last lingering time before straightening up.

“I love you,” he whispers. And before I have the chance to respond, he’s gone.

A few hours later, the alarm blares, and I stagger sleep-drunk around the room. I manage to clumsily stab on the light, shower, and make it back to my own room for a change of clothes.

Whoa. This is early.

The clock says it’s barely 6am. I’m not a late sleeper, but even for me this is early. Sounds like the rumours of James being a slave driver might just be true.

I make it down outside the hotel where the bus is waiting, and to my delight, see that Lorna and Callum are already here.
Though Natalie is nowhere to be seen.

Lorna is distinctly hung-over
. And the lines around Callum’s eyes suggest that the early start doesn’t agree with him either. So we sit in virtual silence as the bus ferries us to the location.

We disembark into
a huge Spanish style square lined with historic buildings, which has been cordoned off to the public.

And once I see the location, I start to feel excited rather than sleepy.

I can’t believe they’ve done all this in only one day.

It looks like a real film location.

Three huge trailers have been stationed inside, presumably for the needs of the cast and crew. And the whole square is milling with countless people. Camera men are rolling their equipment into position, and set handlers are busying themselves.

As promised, there’s a breakfast area set up, and the smell of fresh coffee wafts over the square. A line of
crew members are being served breakfast from a large catering van.

“Coffee,” says Callum
in relief, nodding towards the van. “Now,” he adds with feeling. Lorna and I follow behind as he makes a beeline for the van.

Just the smell of coffee seems to have transformed Callum, and he’s already brightened considerably.

As we wait in line, I’m once again struck by his humility. Several crew offer Callum the chance to go in front, but he declines with a disarming smile.

“How
are my two favourite actresses this morning?” asks Callum with his usual degree of exaggerated charm.

“Good,” I reply.
“Where’s Will this morning?”

“He opted for a workout, since he doesn’t really need to be on set,” says Callum. “
Late night?” he adds, catching a glimpse of Lorna’s pained expression.

“
Uggh,” says Lorna, moving her hand to clutch her head. “Hung-over.”

I shoot her a dark look, and she rolls her eyes.

“What?” she protests. “I’m out in a new town. Give me a break.”

Callum grins wider.

The hangover, at least, seems to have cleared Lorna’s star-struck fascination with him. She’s treating like any other ordinary guy.

“Can you get me some water?” she begs as Callum approaches the head of the queue.

“Of course.” Callum inclines his head in a stiff nod. “Anything for you gorgeous women. Isabella?”

“Um. Just a croissant, thanks.”