*Alicia* Okay I am officially taking it back ... Byron Chase is so absolutely no gentleman, it is apparently just a facade or at least his competitive streak is more than outweighing it. Harry and the other actors on the set today only need a touch up, but Byron needs his makeup practically redone after lunch. So before long I find myself alone with him in the trailer and Byron starts talking to himself out loud ... contemplating all the things he could do to me without losing the dare. It isn't something I have any desire to repeat here, a lot of them are honestly things I don't even want to think about ... that man has a truly perverted mind. I truly hope that a couple of those things aren't something he would actually do, cause then I am almost, but only almost, feeling sorry for his girlfriend. But to be honest I can't say that he isn't getting to me ... it does make me just a bit turned on listening to him; there is just something enticing about hearing that smooth British
*Alicia* I had first thought about finding Byron and asking to get my panties back, but I decided it was better not to ... kind of choosing to ignore him instead. I am walking toward the studio exit on my way home, when Byron suddenly blocks my way … his eyes gliding from my feet slowly up to my eyes. "I feel like you might be avoiding me". Fuck how had he gotten out of costume and gotten here so fast ? "I am just on my way back to the hotel, Byron". "Haven't you forgotten something ?" He holds up my panties with two fingers, waving them at me with the most cheeky grin on his face. I look around, luckily no one else is anywhere near us, so I take a step forward and reach out. "Give them to me Byron". "Why don't you come here and get them ?" His voice is teasing, as he holds his hand higher and steps back a step. I shake my head and take another step forward. "Stop being so childish Byron". "Oh, so I am childish, am I ? Maybe you prefer me more like this then". He grab my outst
*Alicia* I hurry back home and get in a cool shower. Needing to calm myself and get my head back on straight. What the hell just happened ? It had just all gone way overboard. Shit ! What if Harry hadn't shown up ? Well... I would without a doubt had let Byron fuck me, no question about that, but why ? I am not into those things. I do not like him talking like that to me, but it is like I was under a spell. How did it go from a dare about a relatively innocent kiss, to him having me pinned against a glass door calling me a whore ? Seriously isn't he the real whore here ? And what the hell had happened to Byron ? This was sweet gentleman Byron with the pretty eyes. The one I never understood women getting so worked up about, because I saw nothing sexy about him. Well hadn't I been wrong ? Oh Lord I had been wrong. But what now ? I am aware this could end up a real mess, and what will happen the next time we are alone ? Do I want anything to happen ? I need to make up my mind. I h
*Alicia* "So you two agree to give up and call it a tie ?" Harry is looking from Byron to me and back again. We both nod and Byron answer. "Yup, we came to the conclusion that neither of us were gonna give in and we haven't really been behaving too well". "I am so relieved to hear that … you two have been impossible to be near in the last couple of days". Harry looks elated. I can't help but giggle a little. "Yeah, and I am so sorry Harry ... I have been bad, so very naughty". I am sending Byron a teasing smile and biting my lip, his smile is promising me a world of pleasure to come. "Yeah sorry Harry, someone ought to get punished". "Oh I am just happy that the two of you are back to normal, no more nonsense". Harry says, clearly not seeing the tension between us. Byron catches my eyes and holds my gaze while answering. "Oh no, no more nonsense Harry, we are very serious from now on". When we are done with the makeup, Byron's hand graces my ass on his way out and he whispers
*Alicia* I wait 5 minutes after their voices are gone, before I leave his trailer to go back to my hotel. Getting there I take a long shower, trying to wash this weird feeling of me. Then I throw myself naked on the bed. I sigh, I am so confused ... on one hand it had been kind of naughty and more than just good ... a part of me wants more of him. But I feel bad that he has a girlfriend. I should keep my hands of him, the fact that he just fucked me with his girlfriend waiting just outside say something about him ... something I am not sure I like. Also, all this dirty talk and the dominance from him. It scares me a bit, it should scare me. But at the same time it kinda push some buttons ... leaves me powerless. No, I better stop this before someone, mainly me, gets hurt ... I don't want any trouble. I am dozing off when my phone buzzes, it is a text from an unknown number, but it is easy to guess it is from Byron: 'Fuck Darling ... I need you right now. I am slowly dying here f
*Alicia* "I give you your options and you let me know what my princess prefers: First option is a spanking, I will strike you 15 times and you are going to feel it. I won't be gentle". He walks around me, his hand striking my ass suddenly and pretty hard, making me gasp. I bite my lip, that sounds pretty painful, and I don't like the idea of being hit at all. "I don't think so Byron". "The next option is me fucking that beautiful tight little ass". His finger slowly glides down between my buttocks, caressing my entrance. I jump away, there is no way in hell that is going to happen. "That is not an option". "Get back here, I haven't told you to move". His voice is harsh and I instinctively do as he says. He leans into me, whispering softly in my ear. "And you might be saying no now, but it will happen sooner or later". I shudder ... oh I beg to differ on that one. I have done that once, a boyfriend had been begging and pleading for a long time, and it had been horrible and painf
*Alicia* I wake up slowly, stretching my body, the light filtering through the window tells me it is still very early morning. I roll over and almost jump off the bed as I find Byron's face inches from mine. He is still sound asleep, his face relaxed, and I am thinking what the hell is wrong with me ? How could I ever have found him not attractive ? The strong jaw, with just a hint of stubble, the perfect cheekbones and the pink lips, right now slightly parted, he is beautiful, sexy and close to perfection, but he is clearly also a troubled man. But why is he still here ? I had expected him to leave, I mean his girlfriend must be waiting for him ? What is she going to say when he has been out all night ? He is stretching his long body, looking at me with sleepy eyes. "Morning darling, why are you staring at me like that ?" "I just didn't expect you to be here. I thought you would leave… I mean you got someone waiting for you". Why does it suddenly hurt to say that out loud ? He
*Alicia* "She has had you on a tight leash the last couple of days, huh pretty boy ?" I wink at him. A naughty smirk spread on his face. "I am starting to think that you want to be in trouble, you little wench, the way you have been acting up all day". It is two days later and I am helping Byron get out of his make-up after they have finished shooting for the day. I don't really need to do this, but it gives us a chance to be together. We haven't seen each other except on set for the last two days as his girlfriend has demanded he spend time with her and we fear she might know that he is up to something. And yes I have been provoking him quite a lot, teasing him relentlessly, and it is all because I need him so badly. I know I am acting out like a kid seeking attention. "I am just trying to get that boring old gentleman to let the fun Byron out for a little play time". I remove the last makeup and turn to throw out the cleaning tissue. I almost scream when Byron slams into me,