My Protector | Damie

Chapter 7

JAMIE POV;

The inside of Dakota's hotel room is surprisingly clean. For someone who's as busy as her she keeps it extremely tidy in here. The only exception to that is a few items lingering on her bedside table and on the floor by the bed. She must spend most of her time here in bed. I know after filming I usually go straight to bed in my home too, so it makes sense she would be the same way. Most days we work so hard we nearly collapse by the last scene of the day. Today is not one of those days. Today's schedule for filming was much more relaxed than usual, we just had to finish filming a few of the shorter indoor scenes, then we were finished for the day. Since we had such a short day of filming, Dakota invited me back to her hotel room to hang out for a bit. "So, what do you think?" Dakota asks, watching for my reaction to her showing me her room. "It's clean. A lot cleaner than my house is right now." She nods, smiling to herself. "I like to keep things clean when I can. It helps me reduce stress. I can't imagine how hard that must be to keep your house clean with a baby around. From what I've heard they're pretty messy." She giggles, and I think it's from nervousness, not that she actually thinks what she said was that funny. I've noticed she does that a lot around me. I hope it's not because I'm making her uncomfortable, because I've been trying my best to do just the opposite. "Eh...It's not too bad." I shrug. "So far, Dulcie is a perfect angel..... I hope that doesn't change." Truthfully, I thought parenting would be a lot more difficult than it is, but then again maybe i'm just freakishly good at it, Amelia always says I have a special gift when it comes to taking care of Dulcie. "I don't think it will change. Not with you and Amelia raising her." She compliments, bringing a smile to my face. It's reassuring to know that Dakota is so fond of Amelia and I, otherwise it would make things a whole lot more awkward for us to work together on this project.

I stare at the pattern on Dakota's bed sheets, trying to think of something to say. Our conversation has started to dwindle down to almost complete silence and I can tell we're both running out of things to talk about. Then I think of something. I did just take a tour around set to prepare for some of the scene's we'll be filming later this month and I finally got to see the red room. It was so much more sensual and beautiful than I expected, nothing like the sex dungeon I imagined it would be. "I saw the red room. It was actually pretty amazing, really. I think you'd love it. You should go check-" Suddenly, Dakota hops up off the bed, cutting me off, and her hands fly up to her ears, covering them. "No! No! No! No! No!" She releases her ears and her hands fall back down to her sides. "I told you I wasn't going to see that until it's actually time to film the scene." She yells, looking at me like I just spoiled the ending of her favorite book for her. "I want it be an entirely new experience for me when it's time. I don't want to see it at all. I don't even want to think about it and that includes listening to you talking about it." She scolds me. My hands fly up in front of me in defense. "Okay! My bad. I wont mention anything else about it." She gives me a warning look, then slowly eases herself back down onto the edge of the bed. "So, what do you want to talk about?" I ask. "I don't  know. Anything but that." She shrugs, offering me a non-answer. "Hmm....How about if we play a game?" I suggest. "What game?" She eyes me, questioningly. "The naked game." It's the one sure thing I know to help us get prepared to film the sex scenes together. "The What?" She asks, staring at me wide-eyed. "The naked game. The idea of the game is to get to know each other in an extremely personal way, fast. You have to take turns asking each other personal questions and if the person being asked doesn't want to answer they have to take off an article of clothing until someone eventually runs out of clothes to take off. That way you either end up naked mentally, or physically, either way you're naked. It's supposed to be like an icebreaker or something I guess." I explain, as she continues to just stare at me. "Look, Soon I'll be doing things to you I never thought I'd do to a woman, like ever, and If there's anything I can do to make it easier I want to at least try." She takes a deep breath, then nods slowly, a smile appearing on her face. "Alright. I'm in."

Dakota's giggles fill the room as she struggles out of her shirt, then tosses it to the side. "Your turn." She announces, smirking mischievously. So far, I've had to tell her almost all my secrets, even some that I haven't even told Amelia about. Dakota's good at getting secrets out of people. She must be an interesting person to play Truth Or Dare with. "What's the kinkiest thing you've done sexually?" I shake my head, feeling my cheeks heat up. I don't know of anything I've done sexually that would really be considered 'kinky' but if i did there's no way I'd be telling her. She'd enjoy hearing about that a little too much. I slip my shirt  up over my head, opting to take off some clothing instead of answering the question. I've answered all of her questions so far, so it's only fair that I switch it up and take some clothes off this time. "Your turn." I announce, tossing my shirt onto the bed beside me. "Hold on." She takes her phone out of it's pocket and unlocks it, staring at her screen for a second. She positions it so it's pointed directly at me and I can tell she's only pretending to be checking it. She's trying to be stealthy about it, but I can tell from experience she's taking a picture of me. I don't stop her though. Your secret's safe with me Dakota, you pervert. "You mentioned having tattoos. Other than the one I've already seen where are the rest?" I ask, making her blush this time. "Not today, Dornan." She removes her pants as well and It takes all the self control I have not to look down at her. For my turn, I don't answer her question and instead decide to slip off my socks. Dakota shakes her head at me, disapproving of my choice. "What a tease!" She pouts at me, then smirks. "Ask away. I gotta answer this time. I'm running out of clothes." She laughs, looking up and down at her scantily clothed self. "And make it a good one." She watches me carefully, waiting for my question. There's only one question I can think to ask that I haven't asked already. I've been wondering about it since I met her. "Dominant or Submissive?" She looks me straight in the eyes and her lips curve up into a smile. "Dominant." She answers, without hesitation and I fully believe her. I had my doubts at first, seeing how easy it was for her to get into character, but it was just great acting. There's nothing submissive about her, she's dominant all the way. Dakota is the complete opposite of Ana in almost every way. She's bold and loud at times, she's dirty and secretive yet at the same time sweet and warm and caring. Like the perfect mix of sour and sweet.

Author's Note; I've been so excited to update this chapter since I got the idea for it. I'm so happy to be finally sharing it with you!