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  Cherrie Lipz Gets Dominated

  Also by Alexandra Noir

  About Alexandra Noir

  Cherrie Lipz Gets Dominated

  Cherrie was sick to death of the same horrid porn scripts consisting of clichés, zero use of her skills, and of course…lots of meaningless sex. The last day of filming had arrived. Her male star was currently in the corner with a female assistant, now working as a fluffer, doing everything in her power to make him hard. His bored expression over the assistant's mosquito-bump tits, as she'd heard him complain over breakfast, spoke volumes. Poor thing needed a job like the rest of them, but there had to be a tiny-tit porn niche somewhere out there.

  Tired and wishing for home, Cherrie looked around for their cranky director who was nowhere to be seen. Shooing the assistant away, Cherrie stepped in front of her male lead's line of sight and jerked her bra down to show him her size Cs. Interest slam into his eyes. She knelt in front of him to rub her breasts and nipples all over his cock. He ran his fingers into her rainbow-colored hair as his cock hardened in a magnificent salute.

  The man hadn't been able to stop staring at her tits every time they'd entered a scene. He called for the director as Cherrie scrambled off her knees and onto the bed. Finally, they hit the sheets in a mad, and completely fake, round of what appeared to be hot sex. In reality, she'd never been so damn glad to finish a film or to climb out of bed.

  As soon as she arrived home, she scanned through her email then moved onto her bookmarked adult sites for freelance work. Namely, any script outside of moan, pant, cue the duck lips, a sensual "ooooh", but absolutely no ad-libbing. She would do just about anything to find a lucrative and professional film with a BDSM tag and that elusive concept called wearing clothing while reciting lines.

  She'd almost given up when her notification dinged. The internet gods must have heard her plea because the letters B-D-S-M jumped out at her. The ad read, Must be part of the lifestyle. Outline years and level of involvement within BDSM, your experience in the adult movie industry, and when you are available. Email details to Rhett at RFox.NMA@…

  "NMA? Oh. My god!" Everyone dreamed of working for NMA.

  She didn't take long to brainstorm what to write and then typed, "Dear Rhett Fox, my name is Alania Gentry, but I'm known in the adult movie industry as Cherrie Lipz. I have enjoyed the BDSM lifestyle for three years and am open to most play (no humiliation and bodily fluid involvement). My adult movie experience ranges over four years and includes the Sir Cums-A-Lot series, The Eyeful Hour, Cherrie Topping, and many more. I am available immediately but must keep hours scheduled after 1:00 PM."

  She included a short note about negotiating pay and placed her email and cell number at the end before sending it. She didn't expect a fast reply. After all, NMA was huge. Luckily, she'd responded within an hour of the post going live. To occupy her mind and keep from going crazy, she did what came naturally; she cleaned her already spotless kitchen. Being a clean freak came in handy sometimes.

  Alania shined her stainless-steel fridge until she could see herself in its surface, then fluffed her multicolored hair and frowned. She needed a changed. No, she needed red hot sex. Just once. Maybe twice…a night. Hell, she'd settle for once every other night.

  She curled her pink lips and smirked at her fridge. "Like that'll happen. Shit, faking it all the time has left me talking to the appliances. Should I do my dildo?" She wasn't even turned on by the thought.

  Before she made it out of her kitchen, her email notification beeped. Dildos and her failing libido fled her mind as she hurried to the computer.

  Rhett Fox had written, "Hello Cherrie! I was hoping a superstar like yourself would contact me. Hope all is well in your world. Now, to iron out some details, but not through email. Technology can be so cold." She tilted her head at the familiar style of phrasing, almost hearing a certain voice boom direction from her first year of work.

  "Rhett Fox, are you really…" His gaze flew to his signature where the image of a sly fox covering its face sat beside his name. She gasped and said, "You are! Enzo Beland!"

  She quickly read the rest, which amounted to him urging her to call him and a phone number. Should she call now or make him wait? Call now for details but make him wait for a yes. Enzo had always had a knack for negotiation. She'd ended all sex—and damn! He was so good at sex—because he could talk her panties off in his sleep. Damn French accent! But he rocked it better than any native did. Speaking of native, his father was French and his mother was Native American. He'd been raised in France, but his looks leaned toward his Native American heritage.

  Four years ago, he'd had a dangerous charisma, ready to take over her mind and make her lose her identity. Cherrie wasn't weak in spirit or mind. Enzo just had the type of presence which took over any room he entered. He didn't even have to say a word, but dear God, when he did…that French accent alone could make all the ladies in the room ditch their dates.

  Thinking of him and his accent, dangerous or not, she tapped the phone icon and grinned when he said, "Hello, this is Cherrie?"

  She smiled when he tried to hide his accent but still pronounced her name as 'Cheh-ree'. "Yes, it is. How are you, Enzo?"

  "Oh-ho," he chuckled out, then added with a blast of full-on sexy accent, "You always were a smart one, Cherrie, as well as sex-ee. You still make the French toast with the bacon?"

  At the memory of her nude ass and being spanked with the spatula before she licked maple syrup off his cock, Cherrie had to take a deep breath which did nothing to rid the throb between her legs.

  "Ah yes. You do remember." He emitted a deep laugh that perked her nipples right up. She sank onto her couch, contemplating on asking him over but he beat her to it. "You must see my new place, Cherrie. Come. We will discuss your role. Oh, and your pay. My driver is on his way. He should be arriving at any minute."

  "Uh…Enzo, I have to…" Her doorbell rang.

  "Ah-ha! That is him. See you soon." He ended the call before she could make any more excuses.

  "You're doing it again, Enzo!" she breathed on her way to open the door. "Pulling me in, you devil."

  She opened the door to the same tall man who she'd just torn the sheets from the bed. She winced, unable to remember the guy's name. He opened his mouth, then frowned and closed it. They studied each other for a second before she reminded him, "Cherrie."

  "Dan," he told her.

  They exchanged a polite round of nice-to-meet-you while his gaze dropped to her chest. She cleared her throat and, with a stern look, reminded him where her eyes were. He nodded politely and brought his hand from behind his back. A silver tray with a large and very heavy envelope beside a red rose appeared in his hand. Inside the envelope was a lot of cash and a note which read, "Five grand for your first half-day of work. You will be paid six figures total for this role. Starting now, I need you exclusive for the next two weeks. Don't bother packing a bag."

  Plans to ask why the pay was so high never entered her mind. Smiling, she grabbed her purse and mentally begged, "Please let Enzo be the male lead!"

  Her pussy was already studying a road map of his cock. In less than six minutes, the Mercedes pu
lled into a driveway with a gate that slowly opened. She'd passed the residence every day but hadn't noticed it had been purchased. What had he done to get the money?

  As they neared the home, she spotted Enzo on the edge of the drive. The car stopped beside him, and he opened the door. She was pulled out and engulfed in a huge hug.

  "Ah Cherrie, I have missed you." He set her feet on the cobbled drive. "Four years and you are still going strong in the business. Such beauty and smarts. How can you tolerate it?"

  "A girl has her secrets and mine are damn good," she said with a brilliant smile. "You must have secrets, too, by the looks of this place."

  "I do. You know me well, but this is from an inheritance. My grandfather passed away."

  "Oh," she groaned and quickly said, "I'm so sorry to hear that, Enzo. Me and my big mouth."

  "Oooh, your mouth has starred in many of my dreams. As for my grandfather, he was not an enjoyable man, but I will enjoy his wealth." He swept a hand toward the large home. "Come. Grab a script and join us for details."

  She followed him into a huge foyer. Directly ahead, a table with a banner over it read, E-Nigma Movie Association (NMA), and an arrow pointing to the right. Scripts, coffee mugs, and t-shirts were resting under the sign. Laughter and conversation filtered through the air from the right. Like most people in the business, she'd wondered who or what group owned NMA, but she'd never thought of Enzo being associated with it.

  "N-M-A is your company?" she asked. When he nodded, she asked, "Why not list it as yours, then? You have to know—"

  "Oh, but my knowledge is why, you see? Where's the fun in naming a company E-Nigma and then giving away the mystery, Cherrie? Everyone loves being intrigued." He picked up a script and handed it to her. "Let us get the details out of the way, then we work on your lead role."

  By the way he motioned between the two of them combined with his sly smile, she guessed 'work on your lead role' meant sex. She almost tossed the script over her shoulder and pounced on him.

  "Mmm…you have the look d'amour. Sexy! Not yet, mon amour."

  "Enzo, my love," she pointedly repeated his endearment, "you haven't changed a bit."

  "Why change perfection?" His sly smile woke too many of her senses. Enzo knew exactly what he was doing. But he wouldn't touch her…yet.

  When they entered the room, Dan was sitting on the sofa. Cherrie had expected more people, but the voices and laughter she'd heard were from the TV. Enzo now walked over and turned it off.

  "Cherrie, please look this over," he said and sat on the sofa next to Dan.

  Cherrie quickly read through the script, seeing mention of the lead female being knocked out, abducted, and transported to a cabin. But the rest of the script was non-existent…marked as TBD.

  She started to ask about this but remembered how Enzo worked, claiming no script was set in stone so why write useless details. "You're not going to leave me hanging, are you?"

  "Trust me." Enzo tapped his head. "I have what I need up here. E-Nigma, remember?"

  If it was anyone else, Cherrie would have left immediately. She nodded, but still had some reservations. "And who will be in the film besides me?"

  "We,"—he motioned toward Dan and then to himself—"are both aware that you will not have anything to do with humiliation and bodily fluids, except blowing us which would be a shame to delete." He looked at Dan. "Her tongue is very skilled, my friend."

  His words brought up memories of how his shaft felt on her tongue. Damn! She could still taste him and his distinct male scent flooded her mind. She gritted her teeth as her awareness, every sensual nerve in her body, threatened to overtake her reasoning. All she needed was a good fuck, a good long fuck. Even a finger fuck would be acceptable…oh yeah…while she tasted his sweet erection and…

  "Cherrie, I asked you a question," Enzo said, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his lap. "Have you eaten?"

  "Oh, no I haven't! What did you have in mind?" She asked with every molecule in her body. Her hand slipped along his jawline. "Something long and hard? I'm starving."

  "Dan, put some steaks on the grill," he said, lifting her as he stood from the sofa.

  She grinned but he quickly added, "No, Cherrie. I need you to use your anticipation. If we fucked now, you would be too tired, especially after being drugged, too."

  "Wait, what?! Drugged? That wasn't—"

  "But of course. How else would we abduct you? Do not worry, though. The drug is special and will enhance your desire, too."

  "Then fucking me now shouldn't matter, Enzo. Please…" she begged, "I haven't had hot sex in…well, since you and I."

  "Very good. You will be so hot." He set her on the sofa and wagged a finger in front of her face. "Now, we eat. Then the filming begins." He snapped his fingers and aimed the previously wagged finger at her. "Pay. You will get ten grand a day, maybe bonuses too, but you must listen to me and act. No rubbish like the Sir Cums-a-lot mess."

  Her jaw sagged as she thought, a total of a hundred and forty grand?! Her mouth snapped shut as she realized he was probably right; she should definitely listen to him.

  ***

  Three days later, she was thirty thousand dollars richer and had developed a raging irritation toward Dan. They hadn't agreed on anything. Worse yet, he'd ignored her safeword and claimed Enzo had placed him in control. Then he'd admitted that Enzo had hired him because of their friendship. She studied the slight red marks on her wrists, cursing his ignorance on how to bind anything with ropes. When she'd tried to tell him they were too tight, he'd told her that she needed punishment for disrespecting a Dom. She now sat in a locked cage on the floor and endured her 'punishment'. At least he'd taken off the ropes. She had no idea where Enzo was and resented him leaving her with Dan.

  Hearing footsteps, she leaned back and acted like she was asleep. When Enzo's signature scent surrounded her, her eyes flew open.

  "Oh, thank fuck! Where the hell have you been?" she asked.

  "I had an emergency. Dan said you have been acting badly. What's going on?" he asked.

  "Me? Look at my wrists! He's ignorant," she said as Enzo worked the key into the lock. "And the idiot threatened to torch my tits with a cherry-scented Glade candle," she hissed.

  Enzo stopped, the beginnings of amusement on his face, and looked at her. She shook her head, but before she could tell him there was nothing funny about it, he burst out laughing and said, "Oh come now, Cherrie, a cherry candle for Cherrie, the submissive? He had to be joking."

  She scowled. "If I hadn't moved, my tits would have been burned. He wasn't joking!"

  Enzo pulled the lock off the cage and helped her crawl out. Dan entered the room and glared at her while telling Enzo, "She tried to hit me in the balls."

  "Come near me again, and I'll succeed."

  "Enough! Both of you, what is going on?" Enzo demanded.

  Dan just stared at him, closed mouthed with an expression that gave nothing away.

  "I don't want him anywhere near me," Cherrie said. "There is no trust or attraction, and I can't force myself to respond positively to him."

  "I'll speak with you later, Dan. Leave us for now," Enzo said and waited until he left the room before telling Cherrie, "It's too late to bring someone else in to complete his part. As you know, there is a war of the Doms theme here. I cannot change that, Cherrie."

  She reluctantly nodded her understanding so Enzo continued, "For now, you and I have unfinished business." His gaze roamed down her length. "I have the perfect stress reliever for you."

  He unzipped his pants and began to undress. When Cherrie tried to help him, he pushed her hand aside. "No touching."

  "What? Why—"

  "Because I am here to fuck you, and as you can see, I am already as hard as granite." He shook his head. "Your touch, although I want it, may end things too rapidly. Now, get on the bed and spread your legs for me."

  She did as she was told and watched him undress while trying to ignore her rising ache. After dr
agging his shirt over his head, he sat beside her. One hand lifted her breast, his thumb teasing the nipple, while the other slid downward, not stopping until his finger slid inside her.

  "Always so hot and wet for me. Do you remember what I like most?"

  "Yes, sir," she moaned, dropping into the role of submissive, "would you please finger fuck me?"

  "Very good. I would love to pleasure you. What else do I like?"

  "For me to beg you for your touch, sir," she said, "and I cannot climax without your permission."

  "Correct," he said, "Now we begin."

  "Please, sir, I need more." She gasped when he slid another finger inside her. Enzo turned his wrist while flexing his fingers as he pulled them slowly out, then curled his fingers toward his wrist when he reversed direction. Three slid into her and fucked her until she was mumbling incoherently. He repeated until all four of his fingers were stretching and driving her hips to lift off the bed.

  "Please, sir, the fist!" she begged.

  Instead of fist-fucking her, though, his thumb extended as he pushed his four fingers inside her. He felt her tighten around those fingers as his thumb nudged her swollen clit.

  "Now, Cherrie," he demanded.

  She screamed his name as her entire body twisted from the impact. Enzo settled between her legs and slammed into her, loving the moment when her whole body tensed and her pussy squeezed his cock tightly. He fucked her hard and fast, building her bliss into wave after wave of raw ecstasy. By her wild abandon, he knew she hadn't been properly pleased in a very long while. Before he released his control, he told her, "Hang onto me. I want to see your breasts glistening in my shower."

  In no time at all, he had the shower running and was fucking her against the tiled wall. Cherrie could have stayed pinned to the slick tiles forever, but he lowered her onto all fours and, to her surprise, spanked her as the water poured over her back. The light slaps on her rear stung just right, and the heat of the shower immediately soothed her cheeks.

  After shutting off the shower, he ordered her to kneel at the end of the bed. Still dripping wet, she did as she was told and watched him choose several items from the closet. She didn't know he'd also turned on the cameras which were strategically placed to catch every angle of the bed. He returned and placed a scarf around her eyes, blinding her. Next, he bound her wrists in front of her and then connected the bindings so her arms were stretched forward over the end of the bed.