CHAPTER ONE

Gerard Brown stood in front of the bathroom mirror regarding the image that stared back at him.  Not bad, he thought, holding up an arm to judge the firmness of the muscle.  The exercise really does help.  Brown had been ‘elected’ Sexiest Man in Hollywood four straight years by the readers of People Magazine—and he still looked the part.  That was only five or six years ago, he told himself.  I haven’t changed that much since I turned forty!

He took one last look, smiling ruefully at his reflection.  Changed or not, his position in Hollywood had certainly shifted.  While he was the ‘sexiest man alive’, he had been kept busy with nothing but action roles; he’d fought terrorists, spies and once, aliens from—and in—outer space.

Recently, however, the offered parts had changed.  He was now playing statesmen, scientists, senior military types and, most recently, a father.  Of course, his on-screen son was a next-generation action star and, if truth be told, Gerard could kick the young man’s ass around the set if he had a mind.

Still, it was a bit disappointing, watching the roles he always had so much fun doing going to younger, more vital actors.

But I have something those young actors don’t.  He glanced toward the bed that dominated the room he had just re-entered.  I have her!

The girl in the bed was herself quite young; she was no more than twenty-three or twenty-four years old.  Her skin had the tawny suppleness that only the young could manage.  Her hair was long and silky-smooth, or at least it would be if it weren’t matted with sweat.

She very nearly fucked me out of my mind this last time.  Brown stepped closer, regarding the naked young body spread out before him.  I’ve never known a girl who could go that long!  He smiled.  I should have suggested trying a little bondage sooner…

Gerard Brown had always gotten a real boost out of tying girls up.  It wasn’t that he liked to really hurt them.  The ability to keep them helpless while he caressed their breasts and cunts, though, that was the real turn on for him.  If he could use his hands or some light discipline to make them go half-mad with sexual need—well, he loved the reactions he got when he fulfilled those needs.

But this girl is different.  Brown stared at the body spread-eagled on his bed, wrists and ankles held outstretched by velvet ropes and Velcro cuffs.  The bondage seemed to drive her into some sort of sexual overdrive.  And when I got on top…

He had been never been happier that his architect had insisted on the soundproofing when they remodelled the house.  This place would be crawling with cops by now if any of the neighbors had heard.  But they hadn’t and Gerard had kept the girl on edge and screaming in ecstasy until he had achieved his own orgasm.

That was fun, he told himself, sitting on the edge of the bed.  I wonder if I can do it again?  He reached for the feather that he had placed on the bedside table.  More to the point, I wonder if I can get her to go like that one more time!  He smiled and started to run the feather across that velvety flesh.  Only one way to find out...

 

CHAPTER TWO

Her name was Samantha Adams.  She was an overnight sensation—a label that it had taken her more than six years to earn.  Sam had moved to Los Angeles the day she turned eighteen.  There was nothing at all to stop her; her father had abandoned her mother within days of Sam’s birth.  That fact was something her mother, working two jobs to keep a roof over their heads, never let her forget.  Sam’s mother had complained, cried and drank hard until she was killed in a car accident the day Samantha’s high school class graduated.

Sam knew she couldn’t stay in the little house her mother had worked so hard to keep, so she sold it for pennies on the dollar and purchased a one-way bus ticket to Hollywood, hoping to make it in the world that had kept her sane for all those years—the world of entertainment.

Fortunately for Sam, she had been blessed with a face that turned men’s heads and a body most would die to possess.  Those looks got her modeling work within days of her arrival in L.A., first shooting bikini and lingerie photos for department store ads, then moving up to work for a major catalogue retailer.  Finally, with her face and form on many desks (and in many bathrooms), she got work as a TV weathergirl.  Her first week on television landed her an agent, who quickly got her a small part in a horror film.

With that exposure, the rest was surprisingly easy, especially for a girl who had no ego and no dependence on drugs or alcohol.  She quickly moved on to bigger and better parts in other films and the occasional guest-star role on television shows.  Now, with five years of experience behind her, Sam was slated to star in a pilot for a network TV series.

She had well and truly made it and in doing so, had discovered that the work had become just that.  It was work, not the romantic everything she had imagined when she was back home.

She had money, of course, along with a nice house and a fast car, but she had little else.  Most men her age were too overwhelmed by her looks and fame to ask her to go out on a date.  Often that meant she was forced to have the studio provide suitable companions to squire her to openings and parties, as there was no one who fulfilled her on a personal level.

Until she met Gerard.

As a teenager, she’d had his poster on her bedroom wall and, while she was far too embarrassed to reveal it to him, had often masturbated herself to sleep in front of it.  When they met on the set of a film she was to appear in, they quickly became friends.  Famous himself, he was not put off by her fame.  Quiet talks over coffee on the set quickly evolved into nights on the town and, finally, quiet assignations in his or her house.

Sex with him was exciting for her and satisfying for him.  She had been surprised to discover that his stamina was enough to match her more youthful needs, which was something she had seldom encountered in her few past encounters.  It was enough to keep the relationship going and the two settled into a ‘friends with privileges’ routine although for Samantha, it was always something more.

It might have stayed that way had Gerard not, finally, let her in on his own fantasies and asked if she would allow him to tie her up.

 “You’ll like it,” he assured her.  “You don’t have to do anything.  I do all the work, and you just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”

“And if something hurts?”

“Tell me.”  He ran a hand down her arm, felt the fine hairs there stir at his touch.  “I’ll stop and let you go.”  He looked into her eyes.  “You can trust me.”

She did, indeed, trust him.  And so, that night, when they went to his big house on the hill she found herself naked and bound, arms and legs pulled outward, a pillow under the small of her back to make her—and him—more comfortable.

At first, Samantha was frightened at being helpless before a man as big and muscular as Gerard.  But as he caressed and teased her, she felt the heat rise within her, far more rapidly and to a greater height than she had ever experienced before.  By the time he mounted her, she was soaking wet inside and more than ready for his penis.  He entered her slowly, tantalizingly…and pleasure poured over her, in wave after wave of sensation.  She screamed in passion and need, and came—once—twice--three times in an amazingly short time.

She was soaked with sweat and utterly sated when he finally rolled off her, leaving her to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep before she could tell him how much she had enjoyed herself.

She was still asleep, hours later, when something touched the sole of her foot.  The sensation continued, slowly bringing her back to awareness.  It touched her again.  She tried to jerk her foot away, and found that she couldn’t.

I’m still tied down, she thought as she opened her eyes, looking widely around.  But why...?

Then she saw Gerard and his feather, and smiled.  The feather touched her again, higher on her leg.  The sensation was pleasant enough, but her renewed feeling of helplessness multiplied it infinitely.  She moaned, pushed her hips forward, again offering herself to the naked man leaning over her.

He smiled, touched her with the feather again, then stroked her now-shivering body with his hand, touching her neck, her breasts, her belly…

Her moans grew louder as he leaned over her, touching here and there.  She was helpless to move either away or toward his caresses.  She begged him to stop, to continue, to fuck her!

But he took his time before doing what they both wanted.

The pleasure lasted a very long time for both of them.