Free Caught on Camera: Part Four by Lily Harlem

Chapter Seventeen
     
     
     
    Reece pointed at the bag their glamorous wardrobe manager Donna had just dropped off at their hotel room.
    “So what’s in that?” he asked Cade.
    Cade was sipping coffee and flicking through the script for the next scene.
    “I’m guessing it’s our props and costumes for tonight.” He set down his drink and the script then tugged the zip open.
    “I’m glad we’ve had a night’s rest since Bret.” Reece locked his fingers, stretched his arms above his head then yawned loudly. He’d had a good sleep, again cuddled up with Cade, and now, on his third day in Las Vegas, he was ready to carry on filming Slippery Slots .
    Damn, he’d gotten lucky with this sweet money-spinning job. He could have still been stuck in Wiltshire, decorating and stinking of paint. Instead, he was here fucking for a living. Yep, he’d had all of his Christmases and birthdays come at once.
    Not that yesterday hadn’t been full-on and exhausting. It had. Their co-actor, Bret, had been the star of the cowboy ménage scene and had definitely lived up to his reputation of having a huge cock and being wonderfully professional when it came to the porn industry.
    Tonight was a bit different, though, and if Reece had been a little apprehensive about yesterday’s take, he was even more so about this one.
    Cade whistled out a breath. “Oh yeah. Looking good.”
    “What is it?” Reece asked, dropping his arms and moving to the bag.
    Cade held the top shut so Reece couldn’t peer inside. “I don’t know if I should show you. You might run a mile.”
    Reece frowned. “I wouldn’t.”
    “Wanna bet?” Cade grinned wickedly and pulled out a squat T-bar butt plug. It was purple and had a switch at the base.
    “Really?” Reece said, feeling his eyes widen. He’d never used one before.
    “A vibrating butt plug. So much fun.” Cade tipped his head and looked at it kind of wistfully.
    “An old friend of yours?” Reece asked, eyeing its tapered length, thick girth and the tiny on-off switch at the base.
    “Well not this one… Obviously this is brand new. But yes, I have fond memories of the movie I made in Spain. One of these fuckers kept me on the edge for hours. Sweet, sweet torture.”
    Reece swallowed. He’d read hardly any of the next scene that was set in a BDSM club, but he knew he was subbing. He’d be the one on the receiving end of that sweet, sweet torture —he could hardly wait, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a tad nervous.
    Cade set the plug aside. “What else is in here?” He licked his lips and dipped back into the bag. “Oh good God, that’s perfect.”
    He withdrew a flogger. The handle was black and weaved with purple. It had a wrist strap and a pile of thick suede tresses that appeared meaty and firm.
    Reece’s arse tingled just with him looking at it. Spanks were fun. He liked a swift, hard slap just as he was getting riled up and ready to let his passion free. But a flogger? That was a different game altogether and again, it was something new.
    “Don’t look so worried,” Cade said. “It’ll be fine. I’ll be gentle.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Reece’s. “Well, not that gentle.”
    “I’m not worried. I just need to finish reading the script.”
    “Don’t do that now. We have another scene to film first. The glue scene, as Tom calls it. The one that cements the very flimsy, non-complex plot.” He laughed. “We won’t win Oscars with this fucking movie but damn, it’s going to fill our wallets up. So who cares if it’s a bit cheesy and a lot ropey, and just a pile of scenes loosely bound together to allow lots of shagging action.”
    Reece smiled. The sound of Cade laughing made his heart melt. He adored it and the accompanying smile. “It’s one hell of a job, that’s for sure. Who’d have thought last week I worked my balls off for a few hundred quid decorating and now, fucking for a week and I’ll have ten grand in my pocket.” He