Page 51 of Marcus in Retrograde
I must have worn the confusion on my face.I have a perfectly good bed right there.
Marcus chuckled lightly. “I can show you my studio. Where I record the books.”
“You have astudio? I didn’t see that when I was in there to pick up Pollux.”
“Well, sort of? It’s a booth in my bedroom closet, but it’s easily disassembled and moved. I designed it to fit in a small space since I knew that New York City wasn’t famous for it’s large and generous square footage in living abodes.”
“Nice.” I laughed. “But you seriously record right in your apartment?”
“Yep. I spent a lot of money on good equipment since that’s how I was able to move down here.” He looked up from the kittens in his lap. “Wanna see it?”
“Yes, of course I do!”
“Cool.”
Cool was possibly an understatement. This was Marcus Chastain’s recording booth. This wasMarcus’ recording booth.
The kittens had settled and Pollux had no inclination to join us versus snuggling up to those fuzzballs. Marcus huffed and walked away from him, leading me into his own apartment across the way.
He slid the closet door open, and damned if there wasn’t a whole studio, just 24 inches deep and 4 feet wide. Leaning in, he turned on a light, and the little soundboard lit up. I could see the microphone, and the comfy chair, and the reading stand. The computer there was a detachable tablet style that clearly got take apart often.
“Wow, this is it?”
“I know it’s not much—”
“It is so cool you can get something like this together,” I said, waving him off. “It’s such a compact little space. But, don’t you work at a sound studio?”
“I do.” Marcus nodded. “But I don’t want to profit off their equipment. It’s an ethical line. I’m not up for mixing that. I need that paycheck and I need this one. So, a tiny studio in a closet.”
“Brilliant.” I smiled.
He sat down in the chair and pulled the boom mike down. Pausing, he considered something and then looked at me standing there. “I was going through a rough read of this one scene…wanna watch?”
“Wait, what?”
“Pull up a chair.” He tossed his chin to the one in the corner. “Bring it over. This is all a lot of fun for me.”
I nearly ran to grab the chair and pull it in close. With a laugh, he started turning knobs and hitting buttons and booting up the computer. Detaching the tablet, he pulled up the script, and settled it on the reading stand in front of him.
“Okay, this is that dirty book I was telling you about earlier. I’ve been doing rough reads of the more filthy parts to get a feel for them. I do that first, so if there are words I don’t know or can’t pronounce or there are editing errors, I can get through those more easily.”
He pulled out a bottle of water from under the table and took a drink. “Once I hit the record button, just don’t say anything, okay?”
“Got it.”
Skimming the page one more time, he took another sip and hit a few buttons. “This is a rough read forUntied, Katherine Rhodes, Chapter Thirteen. Mark.”
A little button on the board made a clapper sound.
“Kneel,” he said.
“Cece brought her hands back and sat up. She slid off the bed and landed on her knees. She nuzzled his hard cock through the leather—the best way she could think of to ask him to take it out and show her.
He threaded his hands through her hair and pulled her back. “Take them off,” he said by way of permission.
She brought her tied hands to his waist and slipped the button out of the fastener. She pulled the zipper down and saw that he was completely naked underneath. She slipped her hands in both directions and pulled the waist of the pants down, slipping it over his erection. He sprang free, and she immediately captured his hard length in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around him and pulled him all the way into her mouth, tasting his pre-cum and playing with his head.
“Oh, Cece,” he groaned. “Such a good girl.”
