My Protector | Damie

Chapter 8

DAKOTA POV;

Today we're filming the rest of the scenes in Ana's apartment to finish off our week. We've already filmed most of the small scenes in here like the ones with Eloise earlier in the week so now we only have the post-graduation celebration scenes left to shoot in the apartment. As I'm leaning up against the counter in the kitchen, Jamie approaches me. He places his hand on my arm then leans down close to my ear. My pulse thumps loudly in my ears as his breath hits the side of my neck. "Are you doing okay?" He whispers, giving me a look of concern. "Fine." I choke out, turning to face him. "Are you sure? You don't look okay." I purse my lips and frown. I know that he meant I look upset or something not that I don't physically look okay but for some reason his words sting. "I'm fine, Jamie." I say, a bit louder this time, my words laced with irritation. He looks wounded by my tone and I instantly regret snapping on him. He doesn't deserve that, he was just trying to check up on me. He's been so supportive and helpful I really couldn't have asked for a better man to work with. "Sorry, this diet has me so angry." I apologize, blaming my moodiness on the lack of comfort food in my life. "And horny." He mumbles, somehow saying what I had thought best to leave unsaid. "Right?" I exclaim. He knows me so well. "So you've been feeling it too then? I figured you'd be on a different diet. Cause you know muscles and stuff." I add, now wondering if maybe he's been just as irritable as I have lately. He must just be better at hiding it. Or maybe he has a way to release that extra energy. I immediately want to smack myself when the thought of him and Amelia together enters my mind. "Well, yeah. They've got me on protein but still none of the fun stuff." He explains, with a shrug. "Ah, okay." I shake my head and trail off looking down at his shoes. I allow myself to observe him in the silence, my eyes slowing making their way up his body. The fitted dress shirt and pants he has on really don't leave much to the imagination. My mouth suddenly goes dry and I feel my heart begin to race. I don't know what's come over me, but since the day we spent in my hotel room I've been thinking of Jamie in a sexual way more and more.  Every time I scroll through my camera roll I see the picture I took of him and although I know it's wrong to keep it, I can't bring myself to delete it. Perhaps it's just because I'm lonely without my boyfriend Jordan around, or maybe I'm just a terrible person, but I can't stop wishing somehow that Jamie was mine. I shift my eyes upwards and glance up at him and I know I'm crushing on him hard, probably harder than I've ever crushed on anyone else before. I internally scold myself, feeling my cheeks heat with shame, as I have to remind myself once again that he's happily married with a child. "Alright guys lets get filming!" Thankfully, Sam's voice intervenes, calling for us to start filming and the tension between us breaks like glass shattering onto the floor.

Jamie drags me by my arm into the living room of Ana's apartment, stomping angrily over to the couch. He throws me over his knee, knocking the wind out of my lungs, and I make a small strangled squeak trying to regain function of my lungs. I stare down at the floor, anticipating his next move. I've never been into BDSM but the thought of Jamie's hand touching me in any way brings a wash of sensation over my body. I squirm slightly, struggling to contain myself, and I turn my head sideways to peek at him. When our eyes connect he swings his hand down onto my backside so lightly I barely even feel it. Then he bursts into laughter and pulls me back up into a sitting position. The shock I felt dissolves and I too begin to giggle. "I'm sorry." He chokes out between laughs. "I just couldn't do it....can we try again?" Sam agrees to do another take so we both take a deep breath and compose ourselves, ready to slip back into character.

Jamie's hand glides down my thighs as he slips my panties off and my breathing slows. I arch my back into his hand as he gently rubs small circles onto the backs of my thighs, teasing me before the hit. Then without warning his hand smacks so hard into my backside that it knocks me forward and I gasp. I smile hugely, knowing that Ana enjoys this. He hits me a few more times then pulls me back up into a sitting position. He's smirking in that typical Christian Grey way, but there's something in his eyes that's entirely Jamie. The look in his eyes comforts me instantly, reminding me that I'm safe and that he'll always be there with me even during the rougher scenes. Sam signals that the scene is over and Jamie and I both visibly relax, slipping out of character and back to our normal selves again.

To finish our day off Jamie and I stand next to the couch filming the drinking out of teacups scene. This scene couldn't have been filmed at a better time. After the spanking scene I definitely need some alcohol. Everything was getting much too intense so it's a good thing we get to end the day with something more laid back. Jamie and I say our lines back and forth to each other, somehow managing to get the scene perfect on our first try. I take a sip from my tea cup, my eyes glinting up at him seductively. Then the scene is over and I throw back the rest of the champagne in my teacup like it's nothing. I toss my empty tea cup on the table a little too quickly and blush at my outburst. "Sorry." I apologize to no one in particular before running off to be alone for a moment. With all the sexual tension building between Jamie and I, I need to call Jordan. I need him to make me forget any feelings I had for Jamie before they can turn into anything bigger. The last thing I need is to ruin my relationship, a marriage, and both of our careers over a stupid crush.

Author's Note; Sorry it took so long to update but I'm back now with more! I hope you like this chapter and are enjoying Damie's growing love for each other.