For @slashthedice Frisky February event! I think video taping suits Jesse perfectly. 💀 Beside… Some comedy involved.
Day 20 (Video Taping) With Chromeskull
It was nothing new that your lover had a weak spot for filming and I mean pretty much everything; that would explain why he chose a very prestigious and expensive company for security cameras.
They were everywhere in his home, garden, driveway, you name it. You were used to it by now.
Today you planned to have a free day, no work, just enjoying yourself alone, since Jesse was away with ‘business’ until you got a message from him. Picking up the phone lazily, you unlocked the screen, reading the message. It was from Jesse.
'Come to my office. Is urgent.’
Great, free time was over. You groaned, taking your jacket and phone, walking outside to the car that was already waiting for you with the driver your mute boyfriend hired.
The ride went pretty fast, it would explain, after all, he said it was urgent. Entering the building of Jesse’s company, you walked past the reception, the lady there looking at you with wary eyes, like you were fox in a store with animal furs.
You tapped your foot on the marble tiles, waiting for the elevator that would get you to the last floor up, to Jesses’ office. Getting inside, the doors closed, you listening to the light music from the speakers wondering what was so urgent according to Jesse.
He always made a habit to call you for something when all you wanted was to relax. Cheeky bastard.
You were pulled out of your thoughts by a faint ding, signaling your destination, as the doors opened and you stepped into the long hallway that at the end had a big double black door.
Next to the door was a big white desk where you saw Spann converse with a man whom you assumed was one of the employers. She laughed at something he said when her eyes looked at you.
“Hey there, [Name]! Jesses’ waiting for you.” she said as she sipped on her coffee.
“No shit, Sherlock.” you said, rolling your eyes as you gave her a faint smile.
“Well, someone woke up on the other side of the bed.” she joked, the man next to her laughing as well.
“Cheeky bastard always has a way to ruin my free day.” you replied as you stopped in front of the big door.
Spann only giggled, giving you a wink. She always found it funny how you managed to put up with Jesse, considering how brutal and sadistic he was on work, but she had to admit that since you entered the picture in Jesses’ life things at the company have been more gentle, talk about a raise of money for the employees, Jesse not having outbursts of anger and more free days. It was a win-win situation.
“Good luck.” Spann said, giggling with her co-worker who chuckled. Great, talk about the two little minions of the evil mastermind who was behind these doors. Sighing, you knocked, announcing that you will enter.
Twisting the silver doorknob, you pushed the door open slowly, peeking your head inside, seeing Jesse look out the big windows of his office.
Fully entering, you shut the door close, clearing your throat. Jesse turned around giving you a grin, walking over towards you, pulling you in his arms and giving you a passionate kiss.
“Alright, alright. Enough, now please tell me for what exacly did I needed to come here that was oh so urgent.” you said, crossing your arms over your chest, giving him a quizzical look.
He gave you a fake pained expression, putting his hand on his chest in a mocking gesture.
'So cold, sweetcheeks. I just wanted to see my woman! Is it so bad?’ he signed, making you rub your temples in frustration.
“Seriously? You could have called me on face time, you know?” you said, annoyed with his childish attitude. For a fully grown-up man who was a giant in comparison with your so much smaller one, he was acting like a rich spoiled kid, which was 100% true.
'Not the same as face to face.’ he signed, cupping your cheek in his big hand, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb, giving you a lop-sided smile.
You sighed, you couldn’t get mad at him, he was acting so innocent, that type of innocent a snake would possess when he looked at you, ready to strick.
“Jesse…I-” before you could say anything, he put his index finger on your lips, shushing you. You gave him a quizzical look, wondering what that mind of his plan. He was a very unpredictable man, always surprising you even though you had been together for almost two years.
Some would say you needed an award for pulling up with all his attitude, stunts and 'hobbies’.
He trailed his index finger down your lips slowly, under your chin then to your collarbone where he undid one button of your dress-shirt. He moved in closer, brushing your lips with his scarred ones, blowing hot air on them, then snaking his tongue in-between the rosy lips, pushing his muscle inside, tracing every inch of your mouth.
You let out a long exhale of breath, kissing him back, your hands moving up and down his chest, and like your hands has a mind of their own, unbuttoned his Versace black button-up shirt, exposing the pale skin along with his tattoo.
Fingertips traced the inked flesh, as his hands moved down your back, resting on your buttcheeks, giving one a particular rough spank, then before you knew it, he grasped the flesh under your two globes of flesh, picking you up and on instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist.
He took long strides towards his big black dress, pushing your form on it, looking down at you with a devilish look.
You knew that look in his eyes; it was one he had when he got an idea and from how good you knew Jesse, an idea that gave him the upper hand.
He went to one of the drawers, opening it and getting a mini-camera, installing it on his shoulder, then he put a video-tap in it that had letters written on it, 'office fun’.
Your eyes widened, you knew what he planned.
“You wouldn’t dare.” you whispered, then squeaked when he took your ankles in his hands, pushing your body to his, legs on either side of his hips.
He only gave you a naughty smile, rubbing up against your calf, then to your knees, under them where you were the most sensitive. You let out a sigh of pleasure, enjoying how gentle he was, which surprised you. Usually, he was so rough and up-front, but then again, he had his moments.
“Jesse….” you called on to him, half-lidded eyes looking at the man who had to trapped.
'Enjoy, [Name]….You are the star, I am the producer.’ he signed, giving what you assumed was a wink. Again, cheeky bastard.
His hands moved on your inner thighs, to the front of your pants, unbuttoning them, then pulling them slowly down your legs. His luck that you decided to wear flats so he hadn’t worked that much on your shoes.
He stopped and looked at your panties and you just realized that unlike the lacy, sexy ones, these ones were a simple white, but what was the most embarrassing were the words 'Spank me Daddy’ on them.
Jesses’ shoulders shook in a silent laugh and you got up a little, punching his chest lightly.
“S-Stop laughing, you cheeky bastard!” you screamed, face red in shame and expression pulled into a scowl. He caught your hands in his, kissing each of your knuckles, making your outburst of hot temper die down a little.
'You are gorgeous, [Name]. Don’t forget that.’ he signed, pulling you in a passionate kiss, this one so full of adoration and you couldn’t help but reciprocate, pulling his body closer to yours.
After the need for air was too much both of you pulled away, his hands gripping the sides of your shirt, tugging so hard buttons flown all around the office, your black bra exposed to his eyes.
Throwing the white shirt behind him, he trailed one index finger from your collarbone down to the waistband of your panties, the red light of the camera signaling that it was recording everything.
Your eyes averted from the device on Jesses’ shoulder to the fingers that now were massaging your clit through the cotton material, soaking it with each added pressure from his digits.
Your mouth opened in a breathy moan, eyes glazed over from lust looking into the lenses of the camera. To Jesse you looked so exquisite, a masterpiece to his films, taking in each lewd face you made. Pushing a finger on your covered hole, the material rubbed a little on your inside, your bottom lip in-between your teeth, trying not to scream; for God’s sake! Spann and that guy were outside.
Before you could chase down your climax he pulled away from your covered pussy, hooking his fingers down your legs and pushing the panties inside the pocket of his slacks.
“H-Hey! W-What are y-” again before you could say anything he pushed two of his fingers inside your mouth, eyes wide open as you looked at his smirking face; your surprised expression just too cute to him.
His other hand that wasn’t occupied, moved to the front of his slacks, lowering the zipper and freeing his pulsing length out.
You wanted to give him a piece of your mind for this crazy stunt, but you gasped around his soaked fingers as he pushed his shaft inside you, walls squeezing around it, taking the girth and length in as much as possible.
It wasn’t the first or second time, but it always was like this. He was a behemoth of a man and the size of what was between his legs didn’t let him down.
How he loved the position you were in, so vulnerable, at his full mercy. He pushed his cock out, leaving just the head in then giving a full thrust, hilting it, then he repeated the action, taking in all the faces you were making as he fucked you on his desk, his mini-camera filming you.
The idea that he will have this memory filmed along his other ones was so exciting, he couldn’t help, but to pick up speed.
The hand that wasn’t busy with your mouth, moved to your clit, thumbing the buddle of nerves, making your eyes wide. He knew you were close by ow your walls tightened around him, his climax not much farther away.
“J-Jesse…I-I’m….s-so close…P-Please.” you moaned out and he couldn’t deny you anymore. He took his fingers out of your mouth, his hands gripped your hips in a deadly grip, for sure leaving purple bruises.
He pistoned his hips into yours, giving one hard and deep that made you both see starts, velvet walls clenching around his hard shaft as you cummed on his cock, his release coming into hot jets of cum that painted your inner walls tight.
You both panted heavily, looking into the eyes of each other.
“Y-You are lucky I love you.” you panted, giving him a stern look that Jesse found amusing and adorable.
'Love you too, cheeky little thing.’ he signed, using the adjective that you always used to describe him.
Pushing out of you, he sat next to you on his desk, taking the mini-tape out of the device on his shoulder. Looking over at it you gave him a stern look.
“What are you exactly planning to do with it?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
'It’s for my collection.’ he signed and your face almost fell down. He had videotaped all of your sessions?
“You bastard!” you screamed, making Spann and the guy outside the office look at the closed doors, then both of them laughed.
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