@youjustkeepfighting answered the thing. Dean might not have admitted out loud, but these kind of scenes were the ones he loved the most. He forgot the cameras rolling and focused solely on Meg’s face. She looked beautiful like this, though he hadn’t really gotten to know her outside work, there was no denying that he was a little curious. He would make a point to talk to her later, for now his body was writhing and begging before his mind had even caught up.
He could feel his hands bound above his head and he tugged on them a little before sending a desperate expression Meg’s way
. “Fuck me–” Dean bit down on his bottom lip for a moment. “Please, I need it, just…” But there was no way Dean could finish his sentence, he was so hard it hurt.
There were a lot of women who couldn't handle taking the reigns of the scene. Though she had seen quite a few of Bondage Barbie's films, Meg was the granddaughter of lovelace, one of the first porn stars to make the adult film industry main stream. It was in her very blood. She didn't care so much about the awards or the money. It was just something that she happened to love to do. "Say my name. I want to know you know you will make your head spin, your back arch, and your dick throb harder than it's ever throbbed." She cooed lightly. Pouring a bit of candle wax over either of his nipples, she reached over to a bucket next to the bed and grabbed a few ice cubes. Not waiting for the wax to harden, she ran the ice cubes over his nipples so he could feel the stark constract between the hot and the cold. She wasn't going to give him satisfaction until she deemed him worthy. If he was a gopd boy, she would make it well worth his while. "You know I love it when you say my name."
