JAMIE POV;
Dakota and I kiss in the red room, as the cameras capture it all from each corner of the room. The kiss is sensual, slow, smooth, and passionate. Dakota's eyes remain closed the entire time and her head is downturned. My fingers trace her cheekbone and my eyes follow the movement of my finger, taking in every little detail of her face up close.
"Take off your shoes. Arms above your head." I order and she follows my orders perfectly. My fingertips graze her thighs as I slowly pull her dress up over her head. I toss it aside and she stands nearly naked in front of me. As she I braid her hair in a simple braid down her back I recite the rules to her. When I finish she kneels before me, hands on her thighs, awaiting my further instructions. I take the brown riding crop and take her hand, placing it outstretched next to her. I slowly brush the riding crop down her neck and shoulder, down her arm, and then I swat her hand with it making her gasp. I check her hand for any sign of injury, but she seems fine. Reassured by the fact that I didn't hurt her, I continue with our scene.
She raises her arms above her head and I fasten the black leather cuffs around her wrists. I step around her, taking the time to admire every inch of her. My eyes darken as I take her in. Her hair braided down her back, her eyes shining just as dark as mine, her cheeks flushed with a warm glow, her perfectly full lips, her neck and shoulders, her breasts, slim waist, wide hips, slender legs, all fully exposed to me. I step behind her and bury my face in her neck. My lips glide along her neck and up to her cheekbone. My hands skim her hip bones and up to her waist and my fingertips brush her ribcage. She moans as I bite her earlobe and kiss behind her ear, then back down her jaw line. I continue my torturously slow kisses as my hand slides down her middle and between her thighs. Her moans stop abruptly when I move my hand away and step around to face her. She looks up at me and our eyes connect for a moment, then I dip down and start to kiss down her front. I pause just at the edge of her panties and look into her eyes before I plant a small kiss at the base of her waist. She throws her head back and moans and I smile to myself, knowing we're doing so well on our first try at the scene gives me a sense of pride. My hand dips into her panties and I pull them down her legs. I hold them up to my nose and inhale her scent deeply as we make eye contact. She exhales and her body physically relaxes. I pick the riding crop back up and drag it across her body from her upper arm to her behind as I step around her again. I stand back, preparing myself, then I swat her backside hard and she jumps in response. She lets out a gasp mingled with shock and pain, then bites down on her lower lip. I smile sadistically as I trail the riding crop across her lips and down her neck, pausing to smack it into her chest. She groans and swallows hard in response to the riding crop, but I don't stop. I continue down further until it's hovering between her thighs and smack down again, this time a little lighter. She gasps again, hard. I get behind her again and kiss her neck, then I come back to the front and grab her up in my arms, forcing her legs around me. The scenes slow and sensual nature is over as the pace gradually picks up. Her moans echo through the playroom, mixed with mine, as we continue. I bite her, smack her, kiss her, touch her, switching between rough and soft without any sort of warning. It's intense.
Dakota looks into my eyes and I see she for once looks fearful. Almost as if she's scared of me. I stop everything the instant I notice something's wrong. I unhook her cuffs as quickly as I can, ignoring Sam and the rest of the crew as they rush into the room to see why we've stopped before finishing the scene. I scoop her up in my arms and Dakota starts to cry as everyone crowds us. Fuck! This is exactly what I didn't want to happen. I wrap a green throw blanket around her to cover her nakedness as her tears continue to flow. I gently move to set her on the bed, all the while yelling at everyone else to back off and to give us some space, until they all eventually take my advice and back away to the opposing side of the room. "Can you just give us a moment alone, please? She needs space!" I yell and no one argues with me as they all exit the room. "Shh...Dakota, you're okay. I've got you. Everyone else is gone and the cameras are off. You're safe now I promise." I try to comfort her, but it's no use. I sit down on the bed next to her, a little ways away so she has plenty of room, and I gently stroke her hair, mumbling soothing things to her. Her sobs die out and her hyperventilating stops as I continue to hold and comfort her. "It's okay, Dakota. You did amazing. The scenes going to turn out great. Everything is perfectly fine now, I've got you." I assure her and I think she finally starts to listen. I stay to protect and comfort her until she feels calm again. I know the whole thing is embarrassing for her now that she's no longer upset, but I reassure her everything will be fine. Nobody blames her for what happened. It was an intense scene and we'll be able to finish it next time when she's feeling better. I offer to leave set early with her and have a relax day together at her hotel room and she agrees, thankful for the escape. After such an emotional day together I think I need the escape just as much as she does.
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My Protector | Damie
Roman d'amour"I needed him to be protective of me. I needed him to be able to tell when I'm uncomfortable and when things are too heightened and too emotional. When I can't deal with it anymore, I need him to be able to see it in my face and protect me..."
