
Behind the Scenes
Playtime Mistress · Completed · 119.1k Words
Introduction
Finding the words, a response finally comes out of me in a breathless whisper,
"I didn't even do anything..."
Halting, he takes two quick strides, covering the distance between us, he picks my hand from my side, straightening my fingers, he plasters them against the hardness in his pants.
I let out a shocked and impressed gasp.
"You only have to exist. This is what happens whenever I see you. But I don't want to rush it... I need you to enjoy it. And I make you this promise right now, once you can handle everything, the moment you are ready, I will fuck you."
Director Abed Kersher has habored an unhealthy obsession for A-list actress Rachel Greene, she has been the subject of his fantasies for the longest time. An opportunity by means of her ruined career presents itself to him.
This was Rachel's one chance to experience all of her hidden desires, her career had taken a nosedive, there was no way her life could get any worse.
Except when mixed with a double contract, secrets, lies, and a dangerous hidden identity.. everything could go wrong.
Chapter 1
“Where am I?” My voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, as my head continued to swivel in all directions, looking for something that would at least give me a clue to where I was. I wince as the sudden movement causes my head to bang, and bile to rushes to my throat-- and from the scratchy feeling in my throat, I could tell it was not the first time this had happened.
The bare, stone walled room was very unfamiliar, as were the plain satin sheets on the king sized bed that threatened to swallow me whole, my bed back home certainly did not require me to go around it before I could climb in.
“Where am I?” I ask again, this time a bit louder than a whisper, and I was met with the same echo of my croaky voice, no answer to my question.
My head banged and the world tilted, and no matter how I tried, I could not remember what happened few hours prior, but that was not the only reason my mind screamed at me that I was genuinely and absolutely fucked.
I find an adjoining door wide open, and scramble from the bed as I struggle to climb out of it and into the open door, I find it is a large and plain white bathroom, I could not complain since the toilet bowl was right there, as the contents of my stomach threatened to spill out, sticking my head in it, I groan and dry heave, I must have done this a few times because my stomach is empty. I groan and pull myself up to a sitting position on the strange toilet floor, groaning, and wishing I didn’t drink so much.
“Again, where the hell am i?” My voice comes out croaky when I ask the question out loud, even to my ears. There was no answer of course, I was alone in the room that was absolutely and certainly not mine, I would know, this room was too minimalist for me, I preferred the exaggerated, over the top, frilly decorations.
Groaning once more, I picked myself up from the floor, noting that I was in a white satin night dress that I did not own, as I would never again, wear something so simple. Then where was I? And who dressed me up?
I wince as a fresh wave of headache hits me, I clutch at my head as my eyes scan this plain environment for a clue on how I got there, or my phone at least, when I don’t find it, i sigh with relief,
“Maybe I am in one of those dreams where phones don’t exist.” I tell myself,and it actually made a lot o sense to my still hung over mind, since it equally explained where this plain stone walls where.
Unless... this was a movie set, I gasped, looking around with fresh set of eyes, the realization jolted me, I never brought my phone on set with me, that was one of the reasons I was named the most professional actress of the year, every year on every magazine that mattered. Although people don’t know this, my phone doesn’t follow me because I have no one calling me, asides my manager, and he handled the rest of my calls.
“Gregory?” I call out, my voice echoes back to me in the stoned space. No response from my manager.
Clenching my head in my open hands, I walk to what I hoped was the door to the outside world. I force my mind to cough up the details I was missing, like the last few hours, or maybe even more.
I remember getting a call from Gregory telling me that I got a role in the film, Because she will, I had been so happy about it, who would not be? It was predicted to be even bigger than the Titanic, and every actress wanted it. Directed by James Holt himself, he personally hand picked the casts, which meant, if you got picked, you were worth your shit, that was better than all the rows of awards that sat in my award room back at home.
Yet, i had no one to share my good news with, so I drank alone. Was that what happened? I feel like something else was missing, something very important. Finally, I spot my sparkly cased phone half slid under the stone like door, like someone had kicked it by accident, if they were very drunk.
I groan when I reach down to pick it up, my head felt like it was going to roll off my neck, I cuss under my breath, I was never a big drinker, but I was celebrating, I guess that was my excuse for going overboard.
Pulling the giant door open with one hand, and scrolling through my barely a list-- contact list, I find Gregory’s phone number, he was in my favorites and my emergency contact, he did that when I renewed my contract with him, the only time he showed any form of emotion towards me that was more than professional.
I find zero bars when I try to call him, quirking my head to the side, I try again, I have heard from my co actors that most times cell service on sets were bad since we could sometimes be in locations that had no cell phone towers.
“Great.” I mutter, leaving the plain room behind.
In front of me was a long stone hallway, it looked exactly like the room, the stone carvings looked realistic as well, it must have been one expensive set. That bothered me, I wrapped up all my shootings a while ago, giving me time to rest in case I got Because she will, and that was not set in the stone ages.. did I perhaps crash into a set I wasn’t starring in?
One bar dinged on my phone screen, and I quickly dial Gregory, as it rings, my eyes dart everywhere around me, how was there not a single soul on set? it rings to the end with no response.
“Huh?” That was even more worrisome, he had never done that before, my calls were the most important to him, so he always answered, no matter what he was doing or what the time said. Did something happen to him?
I walk deeper into the stone walled hallway, looking for someone to explain to me what was going on, my fingers still worked, dialing his phone number again, and again, and again, all fourteen times I get the same thing, Gregory was not answering my calls, for the first time in thirteen years.
He once let it slip that he took his phone to the bathroom because he wasn’t sure when I was going to call, whatever happened to him must have been terrible. My brows tug with worry, what was going on beyond this stone walls?
I quicken my pace, looking for an exit this time, and I do find one, a double door at the end of the hallway, finally, I huff, getting into a slow jog in the direction of the doors, and when I burst through it, I find myself at a balcony, staring into endless fields of flowers.
“Where the fuck is this place?” I mutter angrily,
“And everyone else believes you do not so much as cuss.” A deep voice says from my right, startling me.
I am even more startled when I see who was there with me, the most gorgeous man I had ever laid my eyes upon, how I managed to miss him earlier was something I would not understand.
I cross my arms over my chest, hoping to hide my perking nipples from his smothering blue eyes.
“And who might you be? And where is this place?” I had other questions but I decide to keep them until after he answered these few.
He cocked his head to the side, a puzzled look on his angular jaw,
“Miss Rachel Greene, are you telling me you don’t remember the events of last night?” I loved the way my name tumbled out of his lips, but I quickly looked down, scanning my body for signs, I would know would I not? If something happened between this handsome stranger and I?
“No.. you know my name.” I muse out loud,
I see him struggle not to roll his blue eyes at me,
“The entire country knows your name, and you can’t tell me you don’t remember signing a contract to be my Sub and live here with me for six months.”
Last Chapters
You Might Like 😍
A pack of their own
The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates
"Let me go," I whimper, my body trembling with need. "I don't want you touching me."
I fall forward onto the bed then turn around to stare at him. The dark tattoos of Domonic's chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. His deep dimpled smile is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door.
Biting his lip, he stalks toward me, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there.
"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside. "Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room."
New to the world of shifters, Draven is human on the run. A beautiful girl who no one could protect. Domonic is the cold Alpha of the Red Wolf Pack. A brotherhood of twelve wolves that live by twelve rules. Rules which they vowed could NEVER be broken.
Especially - Rule Number One - No Mates
When Draven meets Domonic, he knows that she is his mate, but Draven has no idea what a mate is, only that she has fallen in love with a shifter. An Alpha that will break her heart to make her leave. Promising herself, she will never forgive him, she disappears.
But she doesn’t know about the child she’s carrying or that the moment she left, Domonic decided rules were made to be broken - and now will he ever find her again? Will she forgive him?
The Human Among Wolves
My stomach twisted, but he wasn’t finished.
"You're just a pathetic little human," Zayn said, his words deliberate, each one hitting like a slap. "Spreading your legs for the first guy who bothers to notice you."
Heat rushed to my face, burning with humiliation. My chest ached — not from his words alone, but from the sick realization that I had trusted him. That I had let myself believe he was different.
I was so, so stupid.
——————————————————
When eigteen-year-old Aurora Wells moves to a sleepy town with her parents, the last thing she expects is to be enrolled in a secret academy for werewolves.
Moonbound Academy is no ordinary school. It's here young Lycans, Betas and Alphas train in shifting, elemental magic, and ancient pack laws. But Aurora? She's just...human. a mistake. The new receptionist forgot to check her species - and now she's surrounded by predators who sense she doesn't belong.
Determined to stay under the radar, Aurora plans to survive the year unnoticed. But when she catches the attention of Zayn, a brooding and infuriatingly powerful Lycan prince, her life gets a lot more complicated. Zayn already has a mate. He already has enemies. And he definitely doesn't want anything to do with a clueless human.
But secrets run deeper than bloodlines at Moonbound. as Aurora unravels the truth about the academy - and herself - she begins to question everything she thought she knew.
Including the reason she was brought here at all.
Enemies will rise. Loyalties will shift. And the girl with no place in their world...might be the key to saving it.
The mafia princess return
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
Let Them Kneel
Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans.
She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice.
But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes.
Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire.
When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.
For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.
Until he leaves her the next morning—
like a secret never to be spoken.
But Kaelani is not what they thought.
Not wolfless. Not weak.
There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.
And when it does—
they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase.
Especially him.
She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive.
Because secrets never stay buried.
And neither do dreams.
The Prison Project
Can love tame the untouchable? Or will it only fuel the fire and cause chaos amongst the inmates?
Fresh out of high school and suffocating in her dead-end hometown, Margot longs for her escape. Her reckless best friend, Cara, thinks she's found the perfect way out for them both - The Prisoner Project - a controversial program offering a life-changing sum of money in exchange for time spent with maximum-security inmates.
Without hesitation, Cara rushes to sign them up.
Their reward? A one-way ticket into the depths of a prison ruled by gang leaders, mob bosses, and men the guards wouldn't even dare to cross...
At the centre of it all, meets Coban Santorelli - a man colder than ice, darker than midnight, and as deadly as the fire that fuels his inner rage. He knows that the project may very well be his only ticket to freedom - his only ticket to revenge on the one who managed to lock him up and so he must prove that he can learn to love…
Will Margot be the lucky one chosen to help reform him?
Will Coban be capable of bringing something to the table other than just sex?
What starts off as denial may very well grow in to obsession which could then fester in to becoming true love…
A temperamental romance novel.
The Lycan Prince’s Puppy
“Soon enough, you’ll be begging for me. And when you do—I’ll use you as I see fit, and then I’ll reject you.”
—
When Violet Hastings begins her freshman year at Starlight Shifters Academy, she only wants two things—honor her mother’s legacy by becoming a skilled healer for her pack and get through the academy without anyone calling her a freak for her strange eye condition.
Things take a dramatic turn when she discovers that Kylan, the arrogant heir to the Lycan throne who has made her life miserable from the moment they met, is her mate.
Kylan, known for his cold personality and cruel ways, is far from thrilled. He refuses to accept Violet as his mate, yet he doesn’t want to reject her either. Instead, he sees her as his puppy, and is determined to make her life even more of a living hell.
As if dealing with Kylan’s torment isn’t enough, Violet begins to uncover secrets about her past that change everything she thought she knew. Where does she truly come from? What is the secret behind her eyes? And has her whole life been a lie?
Surrendering to Destiny
Graham MacTavish wasn't prepared to find his mate in the small town of Sterling that borders the Blackmoore Packlands. He certainly didn't expect her to be a rogue, half-breed who smelled of Alpha blood. With her multi-colored eyes, there was no stopping him from falling hard the moment their mate bond snapped into place. He would do anything to claim her, protect her and cherish her no matter the cost.
From vengeful ex-lovers, pack politics, species prejudice, hidden plots, magic, kidnapping, poisoning, rogue attacks, and a mountain of secrets including Catherine's true parentage there is no shortage of things trying to tear the two apart.
Despite the hardships, a burning desire and willingness to trust will help forge a strong bond between the two... but no bond is unbreakable. When the secrets kept close to heart are slowly revealed, will the two be able to weather the storm? Or will the gift bestowed upon Catherine by the moon goddess be too insurmountable to overcome?
My Vampire Professor
You ordered a skilled call boy for yourself to take your v-card
He was indeed skilled and crazy hot. You left cash and run away the next morning.
Later, you run into the "call boy" in your classroom and found he's in fact your new Professor
“You forgot your stuff”
He gave you a grocery bag in front of everyone with a poker face
"What...?"
It was the cash you left...and your bra
The Lycan Kings and the White Wolf.
Triplet Alpha: My Fated Mates
"No." "I'm fine."
"Fuck," he breathes. "You're—"
"Don't." My voice cracks. "Please don't say it."
"Aroused." He says it anyway. "You're aroused."
"I'm not—"
"Your scent." His nostrils flare. "Kara, you smell like—"
"Stop." I cover my face with my hands. "Just—stop."
Then his hand on my wrist, pulling my hands away.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting us," he says softly. "It's natural. You're our mate. We're yours."
"I know." My voice is barely a whisper.
I spent ten years as a ghost in the Sterling mansion—a debt slave to the triplet Alphas who made my life hell. They called me "Carrot," shoved me into frozen rivers, and left me to die in the snow when I was eleven.
On my eighteenth birthday, everything changed. My first shift released a scent of white musk and first snow—and three former tormentors stood outside my door, claiming I was their fated mate. All three of them.
Overnight, the debt vanished. Asher's commands turned to vows, Blake's fists became trembling apologies, and Cole swore they'd been waiting for me all along. They declared me their Luna and promised to spend their lives atoning.
My wolf howls to accept them. But one question haunts me:
Would that eleven-year-old girl, freezing and certain she would die, forgive the choice I'm about to make?












