His Secret Pornstar | Discontinued

Chapter Eleven

I felt like that one movie scene.

The scene where the girl peeks her eyes open in the light of day, laying in the commies bed imaginable, all to herself. Naked underneath the fluffy duvets, but a bright grin on her face.

I felt like that scene from a movie as I cracked my eyes open and stretched out my limbs, lifting my arms up into the air to stretch each and every little finger I had.

The sun came through the bay windows across the room, sunlight peeking through the white curtains and the sunlight dancing among my face.

I sat up, looking around but was given no sign of the man of the hour. My muscular hunk.

"Blaine?" I called, questioning if he may be in the bathroom but was given no response.

As I looked around a little more, an outfit hanging upon the bed posts caught my attention. I rolled out of bed, completely ignoring my nakedness and only somewhat ignoring my shaky legs. They felt like I had been straight out of a leg workout. Which in a way I was.

I spent the night with Blaine, a long, long night.

I'm so happy I don't have classes till tomorrow.

I gazed over the outfit, letting my hand caress the silk material of the tank top and shorts, both a shade of rose gold.

Beside them, on the bed, laid a simple yet rather elegant pair of lace, pink panties, but no bra.

I looked around but my clothes from the previous night had gone missing after our shower, so I just slipped on the clothes given to me and crossed my arms to go on my search for Blaine, of course after brushing my teeth.

I looked around the spacious house, looking from room to room and not seeming to be able to find him, until I came across a shut door at the end of the hall, voices leaking from the cracks of it.

I pushed the door but just softly enough to peek in, hearing Blaine's rough voice speaking quickly in his mother tongue. So fluently, beautifully.

I spotted another man, more of a lean physique, skinnier than Blaine and blonde highlights streaked his brown hair. He spoke the same language just as fluently, so I guessed him to be a relative.

I slowly pushed the door open a little more, enough for it to creak and the two men to turn their heads towards me. My eyes met the golden amber eyes of Blaine first, smiling as I laid my eyes on him and he gave me a small smile as well.

He gestured me towards him, and I hesitantly went past the man he was talking to and over behind his study desk.

"We'll discuss this more this evening, Holton," he dismissed him, and the man  — Holton — nodded with his hands locked behind his back and exiting the room.

The second the door closed his lips were devouring mine and his hands wandering up my waist.  My lips couldn't help but split into a smile, holding his cheek gently before he pulled back and laid his forehead on mine.

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

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I glanced over the pictures he showed me with a bit of excitement yet fear, hesitation joined the mix.

"Its nothing I'd ever force upon you, Eve," I sat in his lap as we glanced over some Google images on his computer. "What I'm showing you, Bella, is more intense than what we'll be doing. We would start out slow, more like these," he pointed with his two fingers to pics of girls dressed up in skimpy clothing, these gag like things in their mouths and ropes bonding their body. Others were ones of pet play, girls dressed up on cat ears and kneeling at their "owners" feet. It was strange.