Behind the Scenes

The first rays of morning sunlight slipped between the curtains, brushing Sina's face with a soft, ticklish warmth. She scrunched her nose against it, half-heartedly trying to burrow deeper into the covers before blinking her heavy eyes open. For a moment, she simply lay there, blinking lazily at the clock on the nightstand, letting the quiet hush of the morning settle over her. Then, instinctively, she turned her head -- and there he was.

Billy, sprawled out beside her, his chest gently rising and falling in sleep. A helpless smile tugged at Sina's lips before she could stop it, blooming slowly and sweetly from the depths of her chest. Memories of the night before floated to the surface -- and her heart gave a small, involuntary squeeze.

It was perfect. If she didn't know better, she'd assume that it was just a nice dream - but now, with Billy, impossible was always just a step away. Her mind wandered, reliving the moments...

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As soon as she stepped into the house, she froze, keys still dangling from her fingers.

Billy stood there, fidgeting with his sleeves, looking like he had raided a formalwear store five minutes ago. The suit didn't quite fit, the tie was crooked and didn't match the colour of the rest of the outfit, and he was blushing hard -- but God, was he trying. She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. A real one, not the tired, forced ones she had been handing out all day.

"Welcome home, love," he said, stepping forward and easing the bag off her shoulder before she could protest.

"Yea-hi... So, what's the occasion?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, but already feeling the tension start to slip away, as she noticed the floors cleaned to perfection and the usual mess completely gone.

"You," he said simply. It felt like he rehearsed that line, but she couldn't care less. Then he nodded toward the living room. "Come on, sit. You must be tired."

She chuckled, letting out a quick "You have no idea", and flopping onto the couch.

Billy knelt in front of her like a knight before his queen, which made Sina feel all fuzzy and warm inside, as he gently reached for the straps of her high-heels. Soon, he peeled them off, then followed that with doing the same with her socks. His fingers lingered just a second too long on her ankles, rough thumbs tracing tiny circles. Not overt -- careful, hesitant, but still unmistakably longing. His ears turned bright red.

Still, he didn't push, instead jumping to start with her shoulders, working the stiff knots out of the girl's muscles. His hands were warm and clumsy at first, but he remembered his courses as he went, getting better, reading every tiny twitch of relief from her muscles and every quiet sigh.

Feeling a lot of tension in her arms and shoulders, he lifted his eyebrow. Usually, Sina would be mostly using her legs and lower back, so that wasn't normal.

"Did you do an arms day today, or was it again just the director, making you redo the scenes?" He half-joked, continuing his work.

"Yeaa... We had those stupid scenes... One has me showing off at a gym. The weights are fake, of course. But still, stupid guy makes me redo the same thing so many times, even that makes my arms hurt. And there is the other one, when I need to pretty much hang on just with my arms, that one is misery - I think it took three bloody hours to get it done. I thought I'm not gonna be able to use them again..." She complained in response.

"'Stupid guy', as in that director who wears a scarf, no matter what is happening?" He asked, putting all the effort into making sure her upper body was massaged thoroughly, now that he understood the situation.

Sina looked up at him. "You remember that douche? You saw him maybe three times" She said, surprised, letting out a soft moan of relief.

Billy nodded. "Four, I think. But I remember him cause you complain about him all the time. And his scarf helps as well" He smiled, methodically moving lower.

His girlfriend still had a bit of a bewildered look, but she had more pleasurable things to attend to. Like relaxing and letting go.

Seeing that she wasn't going to continue, Billy instigated again, asking more about her day and how she felt, as he worked his way downwards.

Sina let the words spill out -- stupid scene arguments, an actor throwing a tantrum on set, directors being harsh and making her reshoot multiple times. Billy hummed and listened, asking questions when he didn't understand the jargon, genuinely trying to keep up. Somewhere between complaints, she caught the way he stole glances at her body, how he subtly adjusted the front of his pants when he thought she wasn't looking, more and more, the lower he got.

It made her smile, warmed something deep inside her, as she felt wanted, desired. Carefully, she moved her right leg up, towards his body.

"You're hard, aren't you?" she teased quietly, voice low and amused. As she placed her feet on his crotch, lightly pushing his cock, against his body.

Billy's hands faltered for half a second before he steadied them again. There was no point in hiding the truth, since she felt him up anyway. "I uh--," he stammered, face on fire. "I'm fine. Just... focused."

Sina brushed up and down, ever so lightly, and let it go with a little smirk. She knew he wouldn't make a move unless she dragged him into it by the tie. That was the thing about Billy -- all that need - bottled up tight, not out of cowardice, but out of respect. He worshipped her without even meaning to, just by his general demeanour and approach.

For a second, she thought about her own luck. How treasured and adored she felt with her boy. It wasn't like anything before. Of course - she had no trouble finding guys lusting over her body, and obviously she dabbled in a few relationships before. But none of them had been anything like it was with Billy. None had ever made her feel quite like this -- treasured, safe, adored, and respected. If she'd ever tease someone else like she just did, save for them ever even being in such a position to begin with - on their knees, caring, massaging and listening to her, it would be a sure ticket to being used like a living sex toy.

Such raw, crude desire, the failure to restrain oneself from indulging, these moments were also pleasurable and had a certain charm. But this-this was something she hadn't even known how to ask for before.

By the time Billy had worked his way all the way down, Sina felt herself melting into the couch, the last stubborn bits of stress draining from her muscles. His hands, a little unsure, finally arrived onto her feet, very slowly and meticulously ensuring that Sina could forget about spending the day in high-heels.

"You're gonna spoil me," she murmured, half-teasing, half serious.

"You deserve it," he said, his voice so earnest it made her chest ache.

When he finally let her go, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror across the room -- hair messy, shirt wrinkled, a faint flush across her cheeks. She looked... soft. Relaxed. Beautiful in a way she hadn't seen in herself for a long time.

Before she could think too much about it, Billy grabbed her hand, tugging her gently toward the kitchen. "Come on," he said, practically bouncing on his heels. "I made something for you."

She followed, and her jaw dropped the second she saw the table.

Candles -- a little crooked since they've been burning for a while, dripping wax, but glowing warmly. Plates are set out with a real cloth napkin at each seat. And in the middle, a dish that actually smelled incredible - and something that stunned her. She looked at her boy and back at the dish.

"Is it... Is that really..?" She asked, dumbfounded. Without hesitation, she came closer to the table, taking a look at the dish. "How did you even know that?"

Billy smiled sheepishly. "You mentioned it once. We played that quiz game, twenty questions or something. I thought it would be nice to remember your comfort food."

Sina walked around, taking a look at the prepared sides. "But you got all of it? I don't know if I'd even mention the green beans" She said, pointing to them, roasted with garlic. "Or fettuccine? I'd just say chicken masala or something!" She protested.

"Well... I might have called your sister about that. She was... Pretty amused, but she said she had the recipe and mentioned all that..." He admitted, blushing a little bit.

That did it. Her chest went hot with something tender and fierce. It was so cute and thoughtful, she considered the complexity of the food, all the time he put in preparations, and just couldn't hold back her smile. Yet, she had food to attend to, so she took a breath to clear her mind, turned around to face Billy, and responded.

"I bet. Both that she was amused and that she had it - it's her comfort food too"

"Well, it's not gonna eat itself", he answered, getting the chair for her.

As she jumped into it, greedily looking at the food, she noticed something. "Billy... Where are the forks..?" She asked, chuckling.

The boy looked around, his ears burning bright red. "Whoops... Let me get that for you" He said, embarrassed, running to get the cutlery.

Soon enough, they were both seated and able to enjoy themselves. Sina was getting the bulk of enjoyment purely from the food being tasty. Billy, on the other hand, kept sneaking glances at her across the table, like he couldn't believe she was really there. She caught him once, mid-stare, and cocked an eyebrow.

"Something on my face?" she teased.

He flushed but didn't look away. "You're just... really beautiful."

The way he said it -- like it was a fact, not a line -- made her cheeks burn redder than the wine she was sipping.

They talked, easy and unhurried, about nothing and everything. Billy asked general, easy questions - about her favourite scenes to shoot, which director she admired most, whether she'd ever want to try writing her own screenplay. He was interested -- not just in what she did, but in what she thought, what she dreamed about.

She found herself, like many other times around him, opening up without even meaning to, laughing, telling stories she hadn't thought about in years. Getting excited about past times and once yet to come, making big plans she never really expected to fulfil.

No one before could make her feel like this, this effortlessly - so confident, trusting.

By the time the plates were empty and the candles were burning low, Sina felt something wild and tender blooming in her chest -- something that had nothing to do with the wine. The feeling of deep gratitude, not just for a great dinner and a fantastic talk, but also for letting her forget all the downs of her job - both short-term ones, like physical pain from uncomfortable positions held for hours or anger at a fellow actress, and long-term ones, like burnout and never ending impostor syndrome.

She set her glass down carefully and leaned back in her chair, watching him fidget with the hem of his sleeves, still stealing glances at her like he couldn't help himself.

God, she loved him. Loved his heart, loved the way he cared, loved the way he tried so damn hard.

Without really thinking about it, Sina stood up and rounded the table, stopping behind him. Billy looked up, startled, his chair creaking as he twisted to face her.

"You did so, so good, baby," she murmured, threading her fingers through his hair. It was soft and slightly mussed from his nervous fiddling, and it made her heart ache all over again.

Billy opened his mouth like he wanted to say something -- a protest, maybe, or another bashful compliment -- but Sina didn't give him the chance.

She leaned down and kissed him.

Softly at first -- a brush of her lips against his -- but when he didn't pull back, she tilted his chin up and kissed him properly. Deep and slow, tasting a hint of the wine he drank, feeling the way his whole body tensed and then melted under her touch.

When she pulled back, he was looking up at her with wide, slightly dazed eyes.

"You're amazing," she whispered, letting her fingers trail down to his shoulders, squeezing lightly. "You know that?"

Billy swallowed hard and nodded, his cheeks burning. Then he caught up to what she said and burned even brighter, as he realised that he just unequivocally and unintentionally forgo his humbleness.

Sina smiled, pure and genuine, and slid into his lap without asking. Billy made a small startled sound -- but his arms instinctively came around her waist, holding her like she might float away if he didn't. Or fall to the ground, which was way more likely.

She rested her forehead against his, breathing him in. For a few perfect seconds, there was no rush. No pressure. Just the two of them, wrapped up in each other.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she said softly.

Billy's hands tightened on her hips, but he stayed silent, scared that anything he would say might ruin the moment.

Sina giggled under her breath and pressed a line of tiny kisses along his jaw, feeling the way he shivered with each one. Completely innocent, loving him, letting him feel how much he mattered yet still teasing him.

And it would have stayed sweet and playful -- if not for the way Billy's cock, pressed against her through his pants, twitched helplessly against her thigh.

She shifted slightly, smirking as she felt him stiffen even more.

"Sensitive, huh?" she teased, brushing her nose against his ear.

Billy made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a whimper. "You're... kind of hard to resist."

'God, he is adorable.' Thought Sina, as she nipped gently at his earlobe, grinning as he squirmed.

But all good things had to give way eventually -- and when Billy started shifting under her, trying to wriggle free, completely embarrassed by the helpless state she had lulled him into, Sina let him go.

She didn't want to trap him. Not like this.

She slid off his lap with a smile, giving him a little extra wiggle of her hips, on his crotch just because she could.

Billy scrambled up to his feet, red to the tips of his ears.

"U-Uhm... I was thinking we could..." He cleared his throat, not looking at her. "Maybe watch a movie... or, uh, grab some dessert -- there's leftover ca--"

He didn't even get to finish.

Sina dropped to her knees right there in front of him, graceful and sure, her fingers already tugging loose his belt.

"Perfect," she said, her voice soft but sure. "Dessert it is."

Billy let out a tiny, strangled noise -- somewhere between a gasp and a squeak -- frozen in place while she made short work of his pants, baring his growing hardness.

He raised his hands, then let them fall helplessly at his sides, clearly still trying to catch up.

Sina chuckled, loving how completely flustered he was, how every instinct he had was to submit without even realizing it.

She wrapped her fingers lightly around the base of his cock, feeling it twitch against her palm, before leaning in closer.

"I forgot, honey," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. "Tell me what my schedule is tomorrow?"

She really did not remember. On the other hand, it really did not matter at all. But she wanted him to have to think. To struggle, as she toyed with him, to hear him being affected by her. With that in mind, she reached out with her tongue and gently licked his head, watching as the cock grew to it's full size. It wasn't the biggest, scoring maybe five inches, if you turned a blind eye, but that was just perfect for her - making it so nice and easy to give a blowjob to.

Billy coughed, shocked at the order-not because of what it was, but because of its timing. Anyhow, he wasn't about to disobey his love, even though his body was bursting with arousal; he tried his best to focus, to recount what he learned of her schedule. It started of easy - as per usual, the first was make-up and dressing room duties. As he searched his memory for the precise times, Sina's tongue moved further - she didn't yet take him, instead just painting all of his skin wet, as she carefully licked around, moving her head closer as she went.

"It was seven for the makeup, and eight for the dressing" He said, remembering at last.

Sina gave a soft hum of approval and flicked her tongue along the underside of his shaft. His hips jerked and she giggled, putting her left hand on his balls and giving them a soft squeeze, while her right was slowly jerking Billy's cock.

"Great, honey... What's next?" She asked, breathing hot air on the member.

"Uhm... Next is the scene... It was numbered, uh..." He stammered, thinking as she slowly enveloped him with her lips.

Without a rush, she kissed him on the very top of his dick. Then, slowly progressed into longer, more passionate kisses, adding the tongue to them, swirling it around his shaft.

"N-number... Forty-one?" His voice cracked, and his knees buckled a bit.

Sina pulled off and tilted her head, stopping all pleasures. "Oh, baby, that doesn't sound very confident. You don't want me to go to the wrong scene, do you..?" She asked, gently tugging his balls.

Billy rushed to shake his head. "No-no-no, of course not! It is forty-one! And it's at nine!" He repeated, with conviction, determined to get her back on task.

Sina nodded slowly and licked his cock's exposed head again. "Okay, honey. What's next?" She instigated, finally taking the member into her mouth.

There was no way that Billy would let his memory ruin the experience. Confident, now that he recalled the first scene, he continued flawlessly throughout the next four hours of the schedule, while Sina slowly glided up and down his cock.

She loved teasing, edging and denying her little boy, so she learnt his body's signals very soon, into their relationship. And that was paying dividends in moments like this one, where she could feel his body tensing, nearing the edge, trying to reach the orgasm... And she'd pull back. Ask a question, to make Billy think harder, slow down, so that he would calm down, or even just pause, pulling a bit harsher on his balls.

"And then the... U-uh... The twenty-one..." Sina could've sworn she heard his tone shift, voice cracking up a little. As if he were uncomfortable. It didn't make much sense given the situation - given her tongue, gently caressing his shaft, as he was halfway in her mouth.

She was about to just write it off and ignore, but then she felt his cock twitch, his hips thrust a bit forward, knees buckle. She smiled, covering her concern and pulling off from him, using the occasion to deny the incoming orgasm, and to clarify if she was only imagining things.

"And what scene was that..?" She asked, moving both her hands to Billy's balls, one for each, as she lightly tugged them apart.

The boy moaned softly before answering. "The... It's... It is..." He stuttered more than usual, even considering the circumstances, and Sina didn't miss that. "The... Bedroom scene..?" He spoke finally, and everything clicked into place - all at once.

"The bedroom scene, huh?" she repeated, but this time there was a glint in her eyes -- sharp, daring.

She dragged her tongue up the underside of his cock again, slow and deliberate. "You're thinking about it already, aren't you?"

Billy squirmed, his body betraying him before he could speak a word, so close to the edge yet again.

"Thought so." She smiled softly, understanding. "You don't like it, do you?" she asked.

Billy shook his head, biting his lip, flushed to the ears. "I know it's fake," he whispered. "But... it's still you, naked, in some handsome actor's arms... while I'm home, cooking and cleaning. What if you fell for them?"

She didn't laugh. Didn't tease. Instead, she leaned up and pressed a slow kiss to his lower belly, her mind battling, trying to choose between the dominating devil and empathetic angel inside her.

"Then watch me," she said, finally. "Come to the set. I'll talk to the crew. You can be there. See how fake it all is. See how it's just a job."

His breath hitched. She could sense his hesitation -- and she could understand it perfectly. The situation was a no-win for Billy. One way, he watches her do it; the other, he sits at home, just like he said.

Yet despite all the sympathy, Sina could feel the devil on her shoulder shoving a gag into the angel's mouth, overpowering it, and dominating her thoughts.

She moved her hands, gathering his balls into one, wrapping the other around his shaft.

"And once we come back," she added, squeezing him firmly, "if you behave like a good boy, we can spend some time reminding you who gets to play with my body like that -- for real."

"Oh, fuck..." Billy whispered under his breath.

Sina hid her smile by taking his cock back into her mouth. He was so edged and denied that she barely needed to slide up and down a few times before he would be ready to explode -- but that wasn't her goal.

Not yet.

She let him suffer a little, dragging the wet heat of her tongue over him deliberately, slowly pulling off with a soft pop.

"So?" she murmured, smirking up at him, one hand lazily stroking his shaft. "Do you want to come and watch me?"

Billy turned his eyes away -- but his path was already chosen the moment Sina suggested it.

"Yes, please," he said, barely audible, blushing fiercely. His hips thrust absent-mindedly, trying to find just a little more stimulation, desperate to tip over the edge.

Alas, it was not meant to be.

Sina rose to her feet, giving his balls another firmer squeeze.

"Well then," she said, smiling wickedly, "I think it's best we keep these full for tomorrow."

Billy groaned, his voice cracking with frustration, looking up at her in disbelief.

"B-but--" he started.

He didn't get to finish.

Sina pressed a finger gently against his lips.

"It's final," she said, her voice sweet and firm.

Billy inhaled sharply, preparing to plead his case...

And exhaled slowly, realising his defeat.

His shoulders sagged in surrender, and he nodded, flushed and helplessly adorable.

Sina smiled and shifted her finger to point at his mouth, then pushed it gently inside, parting his lips.

"Lick," she ordered softly, ensuring his obedience with a third, deliberate squeeze of his balls.

And Billy obeyed.

Perfectly.

He obeyed for the rest of the night, bringing her to three orgasms -- while his own cock flailed helplessly, swollen and aching, constantly hard, constantly begging for pleasure.

Denied.

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Hi! Thanks for reading!

I have not decided yet if I will make a series or just a one-shot story out of this one, but I enjoyed a faster drop into the erotic aspects, unlike my other story, of which I am close to finishing the third chapter.

Please let me know your thoughts and rate the story, it's very motivating! <3