There went any chances of an Oscar! Dirk liked the idea of taking on the behemoth that was the US military's perception of homosexuals, but the addition of Susan Swansong to the cast turned a dramatic subplot, of gays in the service, into what most of the population will think of as nothing more than a thinly masked porn.
Dirk knew Max wasn't any more happy about it than he was. After all, he'd been forced to explain it to the director, but the studio overruled them both. Kara had come straight to him, this time, rather than work through the director with the 'Studio head's' latest brainstorm.
She probably just wants to see the two naked and making out!
Dirk knew Kara wasn't gay but his rage couldn't help but make the suggestion.
His hand reared back and the nine tails of the short whip tangled as the whisked forward. The finely oiled leather slapped against the soft round buttocks and left further pink marks. He superimposed Kara's face, even her entire body, onto the woman tied up on the bed in his trailer. A soft moan of mixed pleasure and pain escaped from that body, which only infuriated him more. Almost of its own accord the cat-o-nine-tails cracked again. This time, the red lines began to swell into welts. The resulting moan held more pain than pleasure which appeased Dirk's frustration slightly. The next strike was just as hard.
Cassy whimpered as she tried to turn her head towards him. She didn't dare speak. Dirk had taught her well. They didn't have a safe word, he hadn't asked, and she hadn't the courage to demand one. She trusted him not to damage her.
And,
he concluded miserably,
with good reason. If she gets hurt the truth is more likely to come out.
Dirk looked down at the welts, at the tears that glistened at the corners of eyes screwed shut, he realized his own pain. His cock felt like it would burst. But there was a balm to be had. The woman before him lay pressed flat to the bed, by the tightness of the straps that pulled each limb to a different corner of the bed. He pulled the straps so tight that she couldn't even flinch. And between the crosshairs of her legs, she poured need. He tossed the whip under the bed and climbed up behind her.
Cassy moaned in frustrated desire. Dirk could see the anticipation rush across her body as he loosened the straps that held her feet. Her knees inched forward to thrust herself towards him, but a sharp tug on her ankles sprawled her against the bed, once more, with a squeak. "I didn't tell you to move bitch!" He knew she had to fight the urge to apologize, and almost wished she had lost.
Nimble hands, most at home on a keyboard, grasped her strong hips and lifted. Cassy's legs dangled slightly. Dirk's knees slid beneath her, to support her weight. He brushed against her sopping lips and her moan was louder. He grinned and shoved forward roughly. The straps caught and bit into her ankles as he pushed her into the air.
Cassy gasped slightly, in pain. She felt him push against the very back of her depths, even as he seemed to press outwards against the rest of her body all at once. Dirk jerked back and slammed forward again. This time, the short scream mixed as much pleasure as pain. Her body softened to the intrusion. Back he pulled and drove deeper. Her screams lengthened with each thrust.
Dirk loved to take Cassy from behind. Partly it was the fact that her tight depths swallowed every inch and strained for more. Partly, he knew it hurt her a little each time he drilled into her. But mostly, in this position, only her brown hair betrayed that it wasn't Kara. He closed his eyes and imagined he rode the executive producer as hard as she rode his scripts.
Dirk growled. He had grown a little soft. Cassy's screams held too much pleasure. Without the slightest break in his harsh rhythm, his thumbs began to slide across her butt. He traced the red lines of her welts. With just that light touch, whimpers returned to her screams and he felt himself harden slightly. His hands slid quickly upward as he threw his entire body forward. His fingers clutched into her damaged flesh. His body spread her legs up and wide, even as the straps yanked at her ankles.
Her face buried into a pillow as she screamed. There were too many different pains. He swelled larger than before and felt the rush surge through his body as he exploded. His tempo became erratic as his body jerked through his orgasm. But if his timing faltered, his intensity only increased with each pained scream. Finally, he held himself deep inside her for a few seconds before he collapsed heavily on top of her. He didn't notice her whimpers as his body pressed against her welted butt.
Dirk's head jerked up. He was never quite sure how, but he knew Kara was on her way. He always knew. It was one of the only reasons he hadn't been caught, well, that and the fact that Cassy was submissive enough to obediently hide their affair. He jumped off the bed and yanked open the cuffs that held her down. His speed let Cassy know that she needed to move quickly and be gone. So while he slipped the bindings underneath the bed, still attached to the four corners, she limped sorely over to gather and don her clothes.
As Dirk watched Cassy limp out of the trailer, he began to grow hard once more. He glanced down and his grin turned sour. He had to clean that quickly. Kara might be oblivious to a lot of things, but she'd smell that for certain! He rushed to the small sink, pulled a washcloth and soap and began to scrub himself clean. It hurt slightly, which softened him once more and made it all the harder to clean. He might enjoy pain, but it was the inflicting not the receiving he liked.
The trailer door opened while he was still at the sink. He knew who it was, but threw the washcloth in the trash and leaned forward heavily against the sink. He growled without turning around. "What now!?" Only his head turned to see the response. After a second he softened his expression to apologetic; just long enough to supposedly recognize he had snapped at his love.
At first Kara looked shocked by his tone. Then, as she saw his expression change, and noted his nudity and location, her eyes shifted to pity. She hurried over to Dirk and wrapped her arms lovingly around his shoulders. "I'm sorry hun! I didn't mean to just barge in, but I wanted to make sure you were okay." He shuddered slightly in pleasure as her hands began to glide down his chest. "I know the latest batch of changes was especially hard on you. Personally I liked the gay male angle much better, but the studio didn't want it to be just another Brokeback, and thought they could tackle two controversial issues with lesbians."
Dirk had to contain his smile as Kara's hands slipped lower to cup and fondle his soft cock. She gently began to stroke life back into it while the other hand drifted down to fondle his balls. She leaned forward, on the tips of her toes, and nibbled on his earlobe before she whispered to him. "I think I know how I can relieve some of that tension."
Dirk felt her body press against his as she drifted down; from the tips of her toes to kneeling. She held his hips and guided him to turn around. He immediately leaned back, with his hands on either side of the sink, and shut his eyes. This was what he liked most about his continued relationship with Kara. Now that the movie was underway, he didn't really need her connections, but she was good in bed ~when he wanted it vanilla~ and she gave the single best blowjob he'd ever gotten. That it seemed to be her automatic method of apology only improved his considerations.
Warm lips glided slowly down the short length until they met the sparse curls as she pressed against his groin. Dirk groaned as his skin began to tingle. Kara sucked in quickly. This, he knew, was one of the greatest secrets to her skill. She always started when he was limp. She had even worked him with her hands, just so he would cum quickly and grow soft enough for her to use her mouth. He loved the sensation as he swelled inside that hot, wet, mouth. Unfortunately, most woman pulled away, instinctively, as a guy grew. She never flinched, but rather sucked harder.
