At the end of awards, there was literally a line of people waiting to talk to Jack. I stood dutifully at his side, watching him uncomfortably receive hugs and kisses from beautiful actresses who were spilling out of their dresses. After one particularly large breasted young girl who looked barely old enough to buy a ticket to an R rated movie, no less star in an adult film, rubbed herself on him while thanking him for putting her in a film that she had won an award for, I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I wasn’t mad or upset, I just needed a few minutes away from it all. Jack reluctantly agreed to release my hand so I could go the ladies room, but I managed to convince him that I really did need to use the bathroom and that everything was fine.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised to find Jenna in the bathroom when I stepped out of the stall. She seemed to like to follow me and get a few cheap shots in when we were all alone.

“Sydney, so nice to see you again. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to stop in and visit our Jack.” Jenna’s plastered fake smile couldn’t even begin to conceal her obvious intent.

I walked to the mirror next to where Jenna stood, not about to let her cut me down, and worked on reapplying my lipstick. “I wouldn’t really consider it a visit to Jack, since I live there now. It would be coming home.” I smiled back at the gawking woman. Saccharine had nothing on my smile. My instinct was right, she hadn’t known that I had moved in with Jack. I wasn’t sure if it pissed me off that Jack hadn’t told her or I was happy that he didn’t share his personal business with her.

“Well, whatever.” Jenna failed at her attempt to seem disinterested at the news I had just shared. “Just remember—” she smiled at me as she positioned herself behind me, looking at me in the mirror as she spoke “—I’m always here if he needs me when you’re gone.” And with that she walked out of the bathroom. Oddly enough, her thin veiled threat didn’t bother me. I actually found it desperate and pathetic.

***

I was glad that Jack didn’t want to go to any of the after-parties. He told me that he wasn’t wasting any more of my short break by socializing with business associates, but I had a sneaking suspicion that Jack didn’t want to expose me to the type of activities that went on at the after parties. I had overheard quite a few of the women discussing the events of last year’s parties and it definitely wasn’t something I wanted to witness firsthand. But whatever the reason, we were back home at a decent hour and I was glad I had gone to support Jack, but also grateful that it was over.

I had mentioned to Jack that his tuxedo smelled like perfume that wasn’t mine, which seemed to have caused him to not only change as soon as we got in, but to shower as well. I had changed into a tiny slip nightie while Jack showered and was looking at the movies in the cabinet in the living room when Jack walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Is this … the film?” I was suddenly embarrassed, remembering my reaction to the film I was seeing in its finished state for the first time. At my request, Jack had taken me to the production studio one day for a sort of day in the life of Jack type of tour. While there, we’d watched a highly erotic BDSM film being made, which led to the most intense sexual experience of my life back in Jack’s office after watching such an incredibly sexual act up close for the first time in my life.

Jack wrapped his arms around me, his na**d damp chest pressed to my back. I could feel his arousal through the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Lucky towel.

“What film?” I could tell by his tone that he knew exactly what film I was talking about. He turned me around to face him, keeping me pressed tightly against his body, his dirty crooked smile a giveaway that he knew what I was referring to.

“You know what film.”

Jack lifted his eyebrows, feigning innocence.

I rolled my eyes. “The film we watched being made at your office.”

“You mean the film that got you so turned on that you were soaked before I even touched you?” Jack’s voice was low and thick, insanely damn sexy. I’d once joked that his voice and the way he looked at me might actually be enough for me to find my own release, but I suddenly wondered if maybe it were actually possible.

I blushed. “Yes.” I forced myself to maintain eye contact, even though it embarrassed me to admit that what he’d said was true.

“God, I love that it embarrasses you to talk about you getting turned on. It’s so f**king sexy.” Jack’s eyes were blazing as he spoke.

“How did the film do anyway? Did people like it as much as we did?”

“No idea.”

Jack buried his face in my hair, gently kissing my neck. “Isn’t it out yet?”

I shivered as his tongue began to explore my neck, licking its way up to right beneath my ear.

“No, it’s not released.”

“Oh.” I tilted my head to the side to give him better access to my neck where he was gently sucking. “When is it being released?”

“Never.” Jack’s word was muffled against my neck, as he didn’t bother to stop what he was focused on to respond.

“What do you mean, never?” The words came out a whisper, it was becoming difficult to speak. The sucking on my neck had changed from gentle nudges to a firm pressure.

Jack drew his head back to look at me, keeping his eyes on mine, his face only two inches away. “Because I couldn’t share it with anyone. The image of you watching it with your sweet innocent face and wide eyes while that incredible body came to life in response is a beautiful memory for me. I don’t want to tarnish it by sharing it with anyone.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “So you pulled the entire movie from production?”

“No, I had the production finished, then I shelved it.”

“You shelved it. So no one will ever see it?”

“I was hoping someone would see it.” I could tell by Jack’s sexy smile that he meant me.

“But you aren’t ever going to sell it? Isn’t that a huge loss?” My brain was still trying to wrap around what Jack was telling me.

“I have the only two copies. If you get half as excited watching it as you did the day it was filmed, I would say that’s a big win, not a loss.”

How was I supposed to respond to such an insane, sweet, crazy gesture? I paused for a minute, thinking of my response. Then I decided. I pulled the movie off the shelf and put it in the DVR player and pressed play.

***

It didn’t take long before we were at the spot in the movie that Jack and I had watched be filmed live in his studio. The scene was about a dominant and his submissive, and the dom was about to punish the sub for something she had done. I watched as the dom fingered the thick red silk scarf secured as a blindfold over the sub’s eyes, transporting me back to the day it had been acted out live in front of me.

I remembered watching the workmen buckle and secure the black leather straps and chains around the sub’s na**d body. Chains and straps were wrapped securely around the front of her exposed br**sts and a loose silver chain hung from clamps attached to her nipples.

The woman was attractive, but was made more striking by the contrast of the dark leather to her pale white skin. Her wrists were secured with leather cuffs and bound together behind her back. A heavy chain hanging from the ceiling was clamped to a hook woven into the back of the chains wrapped around the sub’s waist. The chain was taut, lifting the woman’s heart-shaped ass slightly into the air.

I watched the flat screen in front of me, mesmerized by the intimacy of the couple on the screen. I felt like a voyeur watching the couple in their intimate private moment, yet in the back of my mind I knew the room had been filled with people.

The dom held a black leather paddle and spoke to his sub. “What’s the punishment for being disobedient, Faith?

“Six paddles, Master.”

“That’s right. And you will not cum tonight. If you cum without my permission, the punishment will be much harsher. Do you understand me, Faith?”

“Yes, Master.”

Master slowly circled around to the back of the table and stood behind Faith. He reached out and put both hands on her perfect ass and gently caressed for a minute. Then he took a step back and a moment later the black leather paddle he was holding connected loudly against her ass. Faith gasped but said nothing. Instantly her right ass cheek reddened. Master moved closer and rubbed it gently. Then he knelt down and licked the other cheek slowly from top to bottom until her left cheek glistened. As I watched, I felt a familiar swelling between my legs.

Master stood again and pulled back his arm and an even louder smack sounded as the paddle connected with her wet cheek. Faith gasped again and let out a low moan.

Master rubbed the left cheek and then stepped back again. He positioned his long erection in his hands and stroked up and down firmly a few times. Then he took one step forward and rammed himself straight into Faith without warning. My breath hitched as I watched him enter her finally. I’d seen p**n before, but not like the erotic act playing out before me. The picture on the screen was so graphic and crystal clear, I could actually see Faith’s moisture glistening as he slid his thick swollen c**k inside of her. He stayed planted to the hilt for a long moment and then slowly circled his h*ps round and round. Another small moan escaped from Faith and Master pulled halfway out and then slammed in and out twice more before pulling all the way out.

I had never been excited by the thought of being punished, but as I watched Faith I found myself again wondering if maybe there was more to it than pain. I’d heard there was a fine line between pleasure and pain, that if it were done correctly the line could blur and pain could bring unimaginable pleasure. I had never before thought that submission was something I could do, but as I watched I found myself picturing that I was Faith and Master was Jack.

Jack squeezed my hand and I turned my head to find him watching me. It brought back the memory of the day in his office, where I’d found him intently watching me instead of the actors in front of us. For a split second I was embarrassed that I was visibly aroused, but then I heard another loud smack and forgot everything else except for the couple on the screen. Master continued his punishment with another round of alternating smacks and licks, and after the fifth paddle Faith’s ass was bright red and I would have sworn the color on her ass matched my face. I was completely turned on and couldn’t tear my gaze away as Master finished the sixth paddle and again positioned himself behind Faith’s ass, ramming into her with one deep long plunge, then slamming in and out of her relentlessly until he earned a high-pitched squeal. Once more, he stopped abruptly and circled the table in search of Faith’s mouth.

I watched as Faith hungrily swallowed Master’s long hard c**k and he punishingly f**ked her mouth until he erupted in a ferocious growl. Master pulled out just in time to empty himself all over her face and onto her hungry, wanting tongue. I felt Jack’s hands go under my body and I was quickly scooped up into his arms. He carried me to the bedroom without a word and gently laid me down in the middle of the bed.

“Do you trust me, Syd?”

I looked Jack in the eyes, not needing any time to consider my answer. “Unconditionally.”

Jack nodded and stood, walking over to my lingerie chest. He opened the drawer and pulled out two pale white stockings, the kind I wore with a garter. He held one up, stretching the sides between his two fisted hands, showing me what would become my binding. My face couldn’t mask my nervousness, but Jack didn’t see that underneath my hesitation was arousal and excitement.

“You okay?” Jack moved closer, stopping in front of me.

“I think so.” I swallowed hard, trying to force down the lump in my throat.

“I’m not going to use a paddle on you, Syd.”

I was oddly disappointed, yet relieved at the same time.

Jack watched my face and responded with a sexy wolfish half smile. “Not this time anyway.”

He gently took my wrist in his hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the inside of the palm of my hand. He caught my eyes and slowly lifted my wrist over my head, giving me plenty of time to object. He bound my wrist to the side of the iron headboard and tugged gently on the bind. “Too tight?” His voice was a low whisper.

I shook my head, no.

He moved to the other side of the bed and repeated his actions, gently kissing my hand before binding it above my head to the headboard. When I was sufficiently bound, Jack grabbed the delicate fabric of the tiny strap of my silk slip dress and tugged hard, surprising me. The fabric tore in his hands easily and Jack took in my startled reaction. He slid the fabric down my body, rubbing the silk firmly against my curves as his hands traveled slowly down the length of my body.

Jack removed the towel that he had been wearing and crawled up the bed, spreading my legs easily and kneeling between them. I initially felt exposed and helpless, but then the look on Jack’s face told me that I had all of the control.

He ran his fingers up and down my legs, firmly pressing and massaging as he went. His big hand moved from the outside of my leg to the inside and I wiggled in anticipation.

“If you don’t stay still, I will tie up your legs.”

I stopped moving, knowing Jack was not one to make a veiled threat.

Jack smirked and took one foot and kissed the top, placing it back down on the bed so that my leg was wide. He did the same with the other leg, gently kissing, then spreading it wide. His positioning left me wide open and more exposed than I had ever been.

“Can you keep still in this position?” His words were softly spoken and I felt them in a dark part of me, deeper than I had known existed.