Page 26 of Sweet Shots

The second I meet Mikah in the locker room after our shower, I feel the difference in him. He’s put walls up. I’ve never felt this from him before, probably because he thought he was safe from me. Well, now he knows he’s not, and he’s erected a sturdy border. Though I just gave him a damn good orgasm, his shoulders are tense. I have the urge to tease him some more, but keep my mouth shut. The last thing I want is to piss him off before a film. This takes a lot more acting and focus than pictures do. I can’t fuck with him the same way. We aren’t women. We can’t squirt some lube into our pussies, moan and whimper, and pretend everything is okay. If our dicks don’t get hard, they don’t get hard.

Not that I think I’ll have an issue there; I never do. I’m already getting stiff again at just the thought of my dick being in his mouth. Mikah told me we weren’t doing any ass fucking for this video because it was too weird with the chocolate… I get that. From a creative point of view, I definitely get it. I just don’t think that’s his only reason behind it. He’s afraid of liking it too much.

But he won’t have a choice when it comes to my video. We haven’t gone into full detail of what we’re going to do yet, but we attached hard limits to the contract, and he agreed to do what I wanted. Same way I agreed to do what he wanted for this. I mean, it isn’t going the way he said it would, but he hasn’t told me no or to stop. Meaning… it’s what he wants, in one way or another.

“Remember what we talked about,” he reminds me in a harsh tone as we make our way to room #13.

“Got it.”

“Because you didn’t during the photoshoot,” he growls, whirling toward me just before we reach the room.

“You’re angry,” I point out, which only makes him angrier. He’s cute when he’s mad, but I’m starting to realize he’s cute all the time. Except when he’s sexy. And he’s sexy a lot.

“No shit,” he hisses.

I hold my hands up. “I’m sorry. I got carried away. I promise I’ll behave, and I remember everything you said. No butt play. Follow your cues. Dicks in mouth only. I got it.”

Mikah huffs an annoyed sound before shaking his head, muttering something under his breath as he turns into the room.

“You guys ready or what?” the videographer asks. I think Chad called him Monty? “Well, damn, you’re Dominic Blake.” His eyes light up when he sees me, and I smirk.

“That’s me,” I say, ignoring the glare from Mikah. I get this is his shoot and I shouldn’t be stealing the attention, but I can’t help that people know who I am. This is the adult film industry. Everyone knows everyone around here. We’re like actors but do everything naked. I have a big following. It’s not my fault I’m good at what I do. Mikah should be grateful. It could take him places. Making a video with me has skyrocketed more than one creator. I’m proud of that.

“Mikah, how’s it going?” Monty asks him.

“Great. This won’t be a long video.”

“Oh, so nothing like your usual stuff, then?” Monty asks me with a chuckle.

“Nah, this is about Mikah. Whatever he wants,” I say.

“Yeah, of course. So, what are we doing? Anything I need to know?”

“We’re going to use the chocolate sauce. Suck each other off. End video.”

Mikah is short, and though I’ve encountered him being rude before, he’s never been rude like this. I keep my mouth shut, though. This isn’t my business.

“Yeah, okay. That’s cool with me. I’ll get everything set up. Grab whatever you need.”

Mikah heads to the door, probably to go salvage whatever he can from the other room. There were a bunch of things on thetable we hadn’t touched yet, so I’m sure there’s plenty to take. I consider asking if he wants help, but maybe he needs some space.

He stops on his way out and turns to face Monty. “Oh, and before I forget, make sure you pan in nice and close when I finish, because it’ll be on his face.”

“You got it,” Monty says with a firm nod.

Mikah gives me ahow do you like that?look and leaves the room. I smirk to myself as he goes. This little brat is going to pay for that later.

Mikah doesn’t waste time. We get right into it. He shoves me onto the bed, trying to assert his dominance over me, and I let him get away with it for now. Only because this is his vision, his video, his job. Deep down, this isn’t what he wants, but allowing him to do it will only prove my point later on, when he realizes how much he loves it more when I’m the one in control. It’s one of those things he needs to figure out on his own.

He obviously no longer cares about the kissing rule, considering his tongue is down my throat and his hand around my neck. I’m sitting on the bed, and he’s hovering over me, trying to intimidate me or something. Doesn’t really work. I find his tactics adorable, and I’m keeping track of them all to punish him for later.

With his free hand, he works on my jeans, shoving his hand inside to rub my dick that’s already aching again. You don’t get into this line of work by having a shit rebound or being a one pump chump. I hadn’t come all day, and he was driving me insane during the photoshoot, so that explains coming so fast. But now? I’m good to go. I’ll be able to handle myself better, keep myself on the edge to come when I need to. It takes a lot of practice, but I’ve gotten good at it.

“You’re hard for me,” he says in a raspy whisper.

“Damn right I am,” I answer back.

We’d discussed dialogue beforehand. Though this is his video, I told him he at least needs to respect my persona as an adult content creator, or it won’t do well. People know me as a certain type of person in the bedroom, and though I’m fine with not being that person fully in this video, I won’t go to the opposite end of it either. Which is why I told him I wouldn’t bottom. That’s just not what I do, and it’s not who I am. I’m known for being dominating, for taking control. I’m fine giving up a bit of control to Mikah, keeping things on more of an even page, but that’s all he’s getting. He isn’t going to make me look like the submissive one because I’ll call this quits in two goddamn seconds. But of course he’s going to push the limits and try to sneak in whatever he can—because he’s a goddamn brat.

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