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“It’s fascinating how well you’ve morphed yourself into your role.” The reporter drones on, more giving a monologue than conducting an interview of your cast. She twirls her hair and stares at you, “Especially, getting in such great shape, I mean that nude scene really showed us all how ‘impressive’ you are.” There’s a suggestive hint in her voice that makes you shift awkwardly in your seat.
Some of your costars shift beside you. “I mean-” You start looking for the right words. “I wasn’t really naked, they just edited the angles and had special clothing pieces to hide everything.”
“Well, I was still impressed.” She smiles at you and it sends alarm bells off in your brain.
“Thanks.” You give a short answer before one of your costars, thankfully, eases the awkwardness by taking control of the conversation. As the attention shifts from you, you risk a glance to the left.
You can see the tension in her jaw and her rigid posture. She won’t turn to face you, she’s more professional than that, but still you can tell, mommy’s mad. You drum your fingers anxiously against your suit pants, knowing the brunt of her anger will be headed your way the minute you’re alone. It’s hardly your fault the reporter doesn’t know boundaries, but it won’t matter.
There’s nothing you can do but sit anxiously awaiting the interview to be over and then suffer through the meet and greet after every cast member's private interview is over.
You enter a wide crowded tent, ignoring the craft service table, and scan the room. It doesn’t take long to find her. She’s engaged in conversation with a few crew members but as if she feels your eyes her attention flicks towards you. A chill rolls up your spin at her piercing gaze.
You swallow thickly and turn away, unable to bear the weight of her eye contact.
“There you are.” You jump as you turn and nearly collide with the reporter from earlier. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” She grabs your arm as if to steady you, even though your balance hadn’t wavered.
“Oh, it’s fine.” You smile awkwardly and tug your arm slightly. “I don’t scare easily.”
“I didn’t think so.” She smiles wider. “I was hoping to get another chance to talk to you. I was hoping to conduct a more private interview with you. Perhaps in your trailer, I’d love to see your place.”
“Uhh-” You freeze, there’s no way you can take her to your trailer. Aside from it being completely unprofessional and inappropriate, your girlfriend would lose her mind. “I don’t think-”
“Oh come on,” she cocks her head teasingly, “we can come up with an excuse to sneak away.”
“I’m busy right now, maybe another time.” You say, trying to come off earnest though you have no intention of following through.
“You don’t seem busy to me, maybe we can-” She’s interrupted by a text making your phone chime. “Need to get that?”
“Yeah.” The distraction is welcome and you quickly pull out your phone and check it.
‘Walk. Away.’
It’s just two words but when you look up and find her gaze across the room burning daggers into you, you know there’s so much more she has to say. You’ll hear it all later but now you only slip your phone back in your pocket and look back to the eager reporter in front of you.
“Sorry, that was my agent, I have to go make a call.” You give her a friendly smile and hastily make your exit.
“I totally understand, I’ll catch you later.” She smiles after you longingly, missing the way your girlfriend glares at her as she walks past the reporter to follow you out of the room.
You walk to her trailer and slip inside, shutting the door behind you only to have it slam open a second later.
“Hi, mommy.” You mumble as she glares down at you, her heels only adding to your height difference.
“Don’t ‘hi mommy’ me. What the hell were you doing talking to that woman?” She yells.
“I wasn’t doing anything, she was talking to me.” You protest.
“She wasn’t having a conversation with herself.” She folds her arms over her chest and raises her eyebrows, waiting for whatever other defense you can supply yourself.
“Oh yeah, let me just ignore everyone who tries to speak to me forever until I have your express permission, that’s a great way to live.” You taunt and cross your arms, mocking her posture.
“Mind your tone.” She speaks slowly, issuing a warning, a gift considering her current mood.
“I’m just saying, it’s unreasonable to expect me to ignore a press person. I shut down her advances. It's not my fault she had a crush.” She’s already decided your guilt, you know you’re wasting your words.
“Fine. Of course, it’s not your fault you let her feel you up in there is it? It’s not your fault you led her on at all. It’s not your fault-”
“That’s not what happened!” You interject, your voice raising. As her gaze narrows, you realize your mistake, you’ve broken one of her rules.
“Did you just interrupt me?” Her voice wavers, her anger barely contained.
“I’m sorry.” Your tone drops, her dominant attitude drawing out your submission.
“That’s not what I asked.” She says through gritted teeth.
You sigh, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Despite the urge to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, a small part of you still wants to push her just a little further. She’s on the verge now you can tell.
“Yes, I interrupted you, but you were wrong.” You shrug and plaster an innocent smile on your face. Her expression hardens, recognizing your attitude.
“I’m not tolerating you being a brat today, go to the bed and take your clothes off.” She points towards the bed on the other side of the trailer and waits expectantly.
For a moment, you consider telling her no, but before the word can even form on your lips, she senses your hesitation and buries her hand in your short hair. She wrenches your head back painfully and brings her face inches from yours.
“Go to the bed. Now.” She spits, punctuating her words with a harsh tug of your hair.
You wince as she releases you and rub at your scalp as you pad to the bed, your transgression corrected before it could happen.
You can feel her gaze as you shed the layers of your suit, carefully laying them to the side.
“On your back.” She commands when you finish removing your layers. Your face burns at the wetness already formed between your legs and you lay down on the bed with your legs firmly closed together.
She slowly removes her own clothes and your core aches as you see her naked body. You watch as she opens the bedside drawer and pulls out silk ties, a small hook vibrator, and a strap on.
She smirks as she gazes over your naked body before ordering, “spread your legs.”
You part your legs the tiniest amount, knowing it won’t satiate her. She huffs and climbs onto the foot of the bed and spreads your knees further apart. She says nothing as she turns the vibrator on with the controller and shoves it inside you, pressing the curled part against your clit.
You moan and jerk your hips at the sudden pleasure only for a harsh slap on your hip bone to still your squirming.
“Mommy.” You moan.
“Shut up.” She spits back.
“Make me.” You smirk as the vibrator makes your legs shake.
“Still wanna be a fucking brat huh?” She narrows her eyes at you. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”
Despite the urge to make it as difficult for her as possible, you lift your hips to help her when she slides the strap on up your leg and fastens it to your hips. You wiggle your limbs as she fastens each one to a corner of the bed. The more you struggle the tighter she fastens so eventually you let her win.
“Tingling or numbness?” She questions, gripping your chin. You shake your head, confirming they’re not too tight.
“Good.” She straddles your hips gripping the base of the strap. “Now, let mommy ride your dick like a good boy.”
She hovers over you before positioning the head of your cock at her entrance and sinking down on it. You both moan as your strap disappears inside her. You can’t feel it but the sight is erotic enough that your pleasure skyrockets.
You thrust your hips up into her, the force of each thrust making the vibrator press firmly into you.
“Do you like that?” She says breathlessly as she grinds on your strap. You nod earnestly and continue grinding up into her. “Then say thank you.”
“Thank you, Mommy.” You moan.
“For what?” She hisses.
“Thank you for riding my cock, Mommy.” You say, any hint of disobedience gone now that she’s on top of you.
“Aw there’s my good boy.” She grabs your chin, the rings she ‘forgot’ to remove, digging painfully into your jaw. “You remember how to behave now that you're getting some attention?" She hisses.
You nod as you feel the edge of your orgasm.
“Well, that’s too bad.” She snarls in your face. “You know better than to misbehave no matter how much attention you’re getting. That’s why mommy has to punish you.”
“No.” You shake your head.
Her hips freeze. “Did you just tell me no?” Oops. There goes another rule.
“No.” You start to shake your head again only to be interrupted by a sharp pain in your cheek. Tears burn your eyes as her hand snaps across your face.
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” She hisses.
“I’m sorry.” You sob.
“Too fucking bad.” She snarls before starting to bounce on you again. She moans as she starts to play with her clit. Practically forgetting you beneath her.
As her hips get more erratic, she lays down on top of you, pushing her chest right into your face. She moans when you kiss her sternum and press kisses along her chest to her nipple. You latch on and suck gently earning a moan from above.
You continue thrusting up as she grinds down into you. Both of your orgasms are fast approaching. She breathes heavier above you as she guides you to switch to her other nipple. You suck eagerly, increasing both of your pleasure.
“Fuck, pretty boy.” She groans as her legs shake besides your hips. “I’m cumming.” She moans and grinds down on you as she cums and just as you’re about to fall over the edge with her, the vibrator inside you clicks off.
You whine and whimper, grinding against her, but you can’t gain back the friction you lost and the edge of your orgasm fades away.
She stills above you and speaks before you can protest. “I told you, this is a punishment.” You start to protest again but are cut off with a moan as the vibrator inside you clicks on again.
You’re helpless to her control as she lifts herself off you, her juices leaving your strap wet. The sight nearly makes you cum on the spot and your hips jump looking for more friction that isn’t there.
“Fuck please let me cum.” You look at her pleadingly as she climbs off the bed and sits at the desk chair swiveling around to face you.
“No.” She says and clicks the vibrator off again with the remote in her hand.
You throw your head back and wrench your legs around after being denied again. The ache is absolutely throbbing between your legs now.
“Please.” You groan loader as your peak fades away.
“No.” She says smirking as she clicks the vibrator back on.
You whimper as she pulls out her phone and taps away, answering stray texts and scrolling aimlessly, apparently disinterested with your current predicament.
It might seem like she’s not paying attention but she’s watching and listening enough to click off the vibrator anytime you near an orgasm.
This continues for what feels like hours. Tears stream down your face at being denied over and over again. Your clit burns with the overstimulation and you’ve undoubtedly ruined the sheets beneath you.
You’ve begged and pleaded but she hasn’t acknowledged your presence aside from denying your pleasure since she got her phone. That doesn’t stop you from trying.
“Please, Mommy. I can't anymore. It hurts so bad. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.” You sob.
“Never do what again?” She finally says, not even looking up.
“Misbehave, talk back, say no, interrupt you, talk to another woman, anything you want, just please.” You beg desperate for her approval.
She hums and finally puts her phone down. “I don’t know that you’ve earned it, yet.”
“Please, I have. I’ll be so good, I’ll be a good boy.” You whine.
“Oh, but you’re not a good boy.” She rises from her chair and walks up the edge of the bed dragging her fingers teasingly up your leg. “You’re a bad boy, aren’t you?”
You shiver from the contact and nod your head. She swipes her fingers at the tears on your cheek. “And bad boys deserve punishment don’t they, bad boys don’t get to cum.”
You throw your head back in frustration. “I can be a good boy. I’ll be so good, please.”
“I don’t know.” She teases enjoying your discomfort.
“Please, Mommy.” You turn your face into her hand as she cups your cheek.
“Alright.” She sighs and uses her other hand to reach down and grab the strap between your legs. She presses it down, causing the vibrator to press harder into you. “Cum for mommy.”
You cry as pleasure wracks your sensitive body. You thrust erratically into her hand as your orgasm overtakes you. Darkness clouds your vision as you fall back against the mattress. You’re vaguely aware of the restraints around your limbs being removed and the toys taken out from between your legs.
Your consciousness comes back as her warm body wraps around yours. “Good boy.” She coos into your ear and presses a kiss to your temple.
“I love you.” You whisper back.
“I love you, too.” She says as she holds you close. “But don’t ever speak to that reporter again.”