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  "I'll hold you to that, and don't think I won't."

  "You'd better."

  Tommy dropped a tender kiss on Brand's lips. “We're going to make the hottest streaming video the internet's ever seen. You and me are going to be millionaires. We'll be the biggest porn stars the world's ever known. Men and women will be knocking down our doors to be shagged."

  Stacey flashed across Brand's mind. Would she be one of them? Did she ever think about him? Would she ever want to make love to him again? Would he have a chance at a normal life, with or without Stacey after this?

  He berated himself for such fantastical thoughts. She'd made it clear she was done with him. Even if she had feelings, she wouldn't want him once she discovered his wild side.

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  Chapter Four

  Stacey had been psyching herself up for the ménage. Although she was a little fearful about submitting herself to two Doms, her biggest fear was that she couldn't take watching Brand shag and be shagged by another man. In fact, the visions were tearing her apart.

  "Is it really that much different than watching him shag another woman?” she asked herself for the millionth time. Just the fact she asked herself told her it was. She still wondered how she could feel jealous and turned on at the same time when she watched Brand shag other women, when she saw close ups of his cock screwing all those wet, hot pussies, when she saw his lips on their tits and their fannies.

  Again, the thought turned her on, and she began to squirm. She reached between her legs and massaged her aching clit, wishing Brand's cock was there instead. She supposed she was no different from Mormon women whose husbands had multiple wives and gaggles of children.

  Why had she accused her ex of being boring? Why had she pushed him into this lifestyle? And dragged herself into it?

  A little thought niggled at the back of her mind. She had enjoyed it and not just a little, but immensely. She'd probably enjoy it more if she ditched the mask and let the world see who she was and let them ogle her as she strutted down the street. If not for Brand and his reaction, she just might. Maybe if she told him, if she kept doing this, she would.

  Maybe, maybe, maybe. Her life was one big maybe.

  On the tube ride, she kept asking herself if she really wanted to do this, to shag two men—on film. The resounding answer was “yes!"

  "Blimey, I'm so wanton,” she muttered to herself. She wondered what two cocks would feel like inside her at once, spreading her, filling her. She wondered if all cocks felt alike since she'd only made love to Brand. Would another man's cock feel different? Was love a factor? Or did all sex feel the same?

  The train delivered her to her stop before she knew it, and she climbed off, full of even more questions than when she'd stepped on. London seemed louder, more crowded, than normal. Or did it just feel that way? It seemed as if everybody knew what she was up to, as if they unclothed her and saw her innermost secrets, as if her tits and arse were already exposed for public consumption?

  She shook her head. The only one that mattered was Brand. And he probably didn't give a damn.

  To get herself more in the mood, she'd left her knickers at home. She'd never gone without them before, but then, she'd never been a hot porn star before, on her way to be royally shagged by two of the most handsome men on the planet.

  A few moments later, she'd pushed her way through the crowds, and she slipped into an alcove and attached her mask. With disguise in place, she strode into the studio, head held high, ready to meet her fate.

  "There's our new starlet,” Chuck said, beaming at her, coming to meet her. “Are you ready for your big day?"

  She nodded, too excited to speak. Her gaze roamed the studio, looking for Brand and the new leading man. She wondered if it was to be Tommy, Blaze, or Maverick. She'd watched all three, and they were all so hot it didn't matter which.

  "If this works, we'll make a whole series. How would you like that?” Chuck enthused to his subject. “We'll be bigger than Spielberg and Lucas."

  She doubted that but held her tongue. Dreams were good, so she'd allow him his. It was probably more attainable than her own of another chance with her ex.

  She found her tongue. “I hope so. When do we start?"

  He led her deeper into his den, towards the bright lights of the set. “When your co-stars arrive. Tommy's notoriously late.” He lowered his voice to conspiratorial levels. “He thinks it's a star quality to be fashionably late. Don't take after him."

  She gave herself up to wardrobe again and luxuriated in a bubble bath, then a massage and another pedicure. The massage felt heavenly. “I could get used to this,” she drawled.

  "And you shall, my sweet,” Brand's voice murmured in her ear. He reached into her robe and stroked her breasts as if he had every right.

  Aghast at his forwardness, she batted his hand away and pulled her robes tighter. “Filming hasn't begun yet."

  Unabashed, he winked and leaned low over her. “But my engine has,” he said, his breath a whisper across her flesh.

  "Are you always this horny?” He didn't used to be, at least not with her. Again, her heart contracted. Maybe he wouldn't be turned on if he knew her true identity. Maybe she'd killed any chance at future happiness.

  "When there's a beautiful, sexy woman around.” He played with her hair, letting it sift through his fingers. He buried his nose in it. “You smell good enough to eat. Do you have to wear that mask?” His fingers traced the edge of her salvation.

  Her heart jumped, trying to escape her chest, and she yanked away from him. “Wh-what? My mask? I have to wear it. Don't touch it."

  He backed off, splaying his hands in the air. “Whoa. No harm, no foul. You have a beautiful mouth. I just thought you might have a beautiful face. You don't need to be ashamed you know. No one gets ugly with us just because we're porn stars."

  Then he hadn't run into her co-workers or family lately and revealed what he was up to. “I'm happy for you.” Her throat hurt from trying so hard to disguise her voice.

  "Maybe once you're more comfortable with all this. It'll grow on you. Before you know it, you'll be prancing around here sans clothes like the rest of us."

  Tommy strutted up to them and gave them both a kiss across the lips. He seemed to linger longer with Brand.

  She did a double take. Her heart plummeted to her feet. This wasn't the first time the two men were to snog? They were much too chummy for her liking.

  Brand's gaze raked appreciatively down Tommy's naked length and fire flashed in his eyes.

  Her stomach wrenched. She longed for him to look at her that way again. She feared it would never be.

  The manicurist released her and eager to compete, she dropped her robes about her feet. She pushed out her breasts and felt her nipples form into tight little buds when cool air rushed against them.

  Brand smiled at her. “Ah, I see you're taking my advice. Parading naked helps us get hornier.” He closed the gap. “Sometimes a little foreplay helps as well.” He let his words of invitation hang in the air.

  She was sorely tempted but didn't know if she dared. Her gaze darted around. “Aren't we almost ready to start? Don't we need to be fresh?"

  He leaned even closer. “You're scared of me, aren't you?"

  Before she could answer, he pivoted on his heel and strode away. His deep laughter flowed over his shoulder, mocking her.

  She stared after him, her gaze glued to his tight arse.

  Chuck clapped loudly. “Time's wasting! Time to make money. Where are my three big stars?"

  Stacey's heart lurched and even her feet tingled. She jumped up and obediently made her way to the set.

  Her co-stars joined her, each draping their arm around her, Brand's around her waist and Tommy's around her shoulders. They faced their producer.

  "In this scene, Rex walks in on his wife Jasmine shagging another man. To make her pay, he decides to inflict his own brand of punishment. Then it turns into a ménage, and the m
en also get off on each other. Think you can pull that off?"

  Tommy licked his lips and let his gaze linger on her quivering pussy. “I get to shag her first? Cool."

  "I thought she was my partner? Don't I get first honours?” Brand asked, a frown between his brows.

  Stacey stayed silent, taking in the interaction. It would serve her ex right that another man got to shag her first after the many women he'd shagged. She felt a sudden, almost unquenchable desire to reveal herself, but she bit her tongue. Now wasn't the time.

  "She's whosever partner I say, and Tommy gets to shag her first. Now move offstage."

  Brand didn't say a word and stepped out of the spotlight as Tommy came forward and held out his hand to her.

  She walked forward and laced her fingers through Tommy's. She wondered if Brand would be okay with this is he knew who she was?

  Chuck said from the sidelines, “This first scene won't be bondage. It will be some nice, sweet sex. Lots of kissing and fondling. Some deep penetration. Rex will walk in on you when Tommy's penetrating your pussy, and he'll throw a fit. Got it?"

  She nodded.

  Tommy said, “Yep. Got it, boss."

  "Have fun with it. Get really into each other. No time limit."

  Tommy whispered in her ear. “He knows I like to be thorough, and I like to pleasure my lover."

  She nodded, scared and thrilled simultaneously.

  "Ready. Set. Action!” Chuck said and hunkered down on his haunches.

  She could feel Brand's gaze boring into them as she gave herself up to Tommy's kisses, as she wrapped herself around her new lover and moulded herself to his chest, delighting in its smoothness, and how he crushed her breasts to his. She loved how his cock flexed to life against her stomach.

  Tommy stroked her clit with his thumb and whispered in her ear, “You're so wet, so ready for me. You're a real find. I have to work a lot harder to get most of the women wet. You're a natural."

  Pride welled in her, and she rubbed against him, offering him her lips. She opened her mouth wide to him and pretended she was a lonely, neglected housewife finally getting some loving. It wasn't that far off the truth. Further, she pretended that her unfaithful, rotten ex was cheating on her, and she was getting her revenge. It was heady stuff, and before she knew it, she was wrapping her legs around her new lover, trying to impale herself on his hot cock.

  "Ooh, you are a horny twit, babe. You can hop in my bed anytime. I mean it,” Tommy murmured against her ear.

  He laid her down on the soft bed and spread her legs wide. He mounted her as he fondled her clit and took her nipple into his mouth. “So beautiful,” he mumbled around her breast.

  Eager for release, she thrust her hips at his cock. She moaned and begged, “Oh, fuck me. Take me. I'm all yours."

  She thought she heard a disgruntled grunt from the sidelines, but that only fuelled her flames. She hoped it was Brand's jealousy rearing its head, or at least his horniness wanting her.

  Tommy plunged into her and rode her as if she were a wild filly. He gave no quarter, pounding his cock against her, flinging back his head, his long hair flying around his muscled shoulders.

  She wrapped her legs around him and held on for dear life, enjoying the ride.

  A loud boom sounded near her ear, and she flinched, but Tommy didn't stop driving his cock into her. He leaned forward and crushed her chest against his. “I think hubby's home. Get ready."

  "Hubby has lousy timing,” she whispered back, not wanting anything to stop the orgasm she was about to experience. “Hubby owes me."

  Tommy lifted his head and gave her a weird look but didn't slow his rhythm. He whispered, barely moving his lips, “You're a good actress."

  "If you only knew.” She fell over the edge of oblivion and gave herself up to the ecstasy of falling weightless. As if from a great distance, she heard a great, trembling roar. More crashes followed, then Tommy was yanked from her. Fierce hands grabbed her shoulders and fingers bit cruelly into her flesh as she was shaken.

  "What in the hell do you think you're doing, wife? I work late and come home to find you shagging my best mate in my bed? You're just a dirty, rotten slut. Tell me why I shouldn't be done with you?"

  She was so lost in the role playing she almost answered as herself, flinging his new career in his face. Just in time, she reigned herself in. She jerked away from him and scooted back on the bed. She flung in his face, “What about all your affairs? I'm supposed to be okay with that?” It was hard to keep her voice disguised saying so many words.

  Shock contorted his features. “You know about those?"

  She got up on her knees, her tits jiggling, but she was incensed for real. She shook her finger in his face, “Like you hid them? I've seen you with your floozies. You're shagging everything with two tits!"

  As if stunned, he backed off. He stroked his chin as if in deep thought. Finally he said, his voice very controlled as if he was about to lose it any moment, “What are we going to do about this? I can't let you think it's okay to fuck my best mate just because you think I'm fooling around on you."

  "Think? Think? I know. I've seen you and your whores.” Her fists clenched and unclenched. Her toes curled so tightly they ached. The hair on her nape stood on end. She was no longer acting.

  "Why are you wearing that stupid mask? Some fetish role play?” Without warning, Brand tore it off and flung it across the room.

  Mortified, she covered her face and dove for the bed but not before she saw his shock, his fury.

  He grabbed her arms and turning her around to face him, hauled her against his chest. His murderous gaze drilled into her. “Oh, you deserve severe punishment, my sweet. The severest.” His voice was deathly quiet.

  Jutting up her chin, she glared at him as she struggled for her freedom. “Oh, I give up. Just divorce me and be done with me. I'm tired of seeing you with your other women. Of you flaunting them in my face, making a mockery of everything we had."

  "You give up? You made it clear I wasn't good enough for you! What was I supposed to do? What would any red-blooded man do? I had to prove my manhood."

  Her finger jabbed his chest. “I think you proved it all over the fucking universe!"

  He suddenly released her as if she was poison, and she dropped to the mattress in a heap. In a quiet, controlled voice, he asked, “So what do we do now? Where do we go from here?"

  She tried to stop seething, but she might as well try to stop breathing. “I don't know that there's anywhere to go. You haven't shown in a very long time that you still want me or that you even spare a thought for me."

  "And so you do this?” He jerked a thumb at Tommy, then his disgusted gaze swept the set.

  She got up on her knees, put her fists on her hips and glared back. “You mean like you do?” Then, she licked her lips and added with less bravado, “Do you still want me? Honestly?"

  In a deadlock, they glared each other down, their chests heaving. With each second that ticked by, her hope dimmed.

  "Even if I still wanted you after this, you'd have to prove yourself, and you'd deserve punishment."

  The hard glint in his eyes told her he wasn't lying, that there was no acting involved. Did that mean he wanted her? Or just that he wanted to punish her? She was so furious, she didn't know what she wanted, but she feared she was seeing what he was all about. Games, sex and others. Money. Fame. She didn't like the picture. Maybe she was in love with a dead man. He wasn't the same Brand, just like he'd been telling her. She cursed herself for being so blind, and not appreciating the good thing she'd had. “Punishment? Is that all you think about? It's all just a game to you, isn't it?"

  Tommy spoke up, his voice surprising her as she'd forgotten his presence. “You should punish the little slut, show her who's boss.” He sidled up to Brand and looped a companionable arm about his shoulders. “And you should also let her know you're the man, and you can shag whoever, whenever, you want.” He winked at Brand and kissed him hard on the lip
s. “I'll help you punish her. The best way is to make her watch you with another lover."

  Brand quirked his brow and let his black gaze roam his so-called friend's length. “You mean I should shag you?"

  "You don't fool me. I've seen you ogling my cock at the gym. I know you want it.” Tommy circled his fingers around Brand's cock and pumped it gently. “I dream about you, stud. I want you. I want to feel your big cock fucking me."

  Brand slid a glance at Stacey who was holding her breath. Surprisingly, she was quivering, enjoying the show. Her nipples beaded. Her muscles were rigid, at attention. Breathless, she clung to their every word, her gaze wide on their every touch.

  Brand didn't know what to do or think. All of a sudden, this had become personal and there was no script. He hadn't stopped loving Stacey, but he was still raw from their break up, from the ache and loneliness of losing her. But he was also turned on by the man caressing his cock. He didn't want to lose her, but he couldn't deny his reaction to Tommy. For now, he decided to do the scene and see how it played out. They weren't married anymore so she had no say over him. He couldn't help but wonder why she was here, and not only here, but screwing him and Tommy.

  He saw the spark of passion in her eyes and hope flickered deep inside. Maybe she was okay with this. She was here, wasn't she? She was naked in front of the cameras, wasn't she? She'd even signed a contract. How much more serious could she get?

  He gave himself over to his male lover and the scene. He let himself be led to the bed as his cock became engorged.

  Tommy crooned in his ear, “God, you're so well hung. I can't wait to feel you inside me. Bend me over the bed."

  His cock on fire, Brand grunted. “Bend over.” But he left Tommy in the position while he gathered the collar and ropes. He shackled Tommy with the spiked collar connected to the leash. “You'll do as I say. Everything I say, without question or complaint."

  He crooked his finger at Stacey who had her back pressed against the headboard with her knees brought up to her chest. “You, come down here and spread your legs in front of his face. Let him eat you out while I shag him."