Caught on Camera: Part Four Read Free Page B

picture he’d just taken of them cheek-to-cheek at the slot machine.
    “We look good together,” Cade said. “Really good.”
    Reece nodded. He looked happy on the photograph—happier than he’d seen himself look in a long time. He wondered if that was how he’d look on film as well. Like a man falling in love. Would viewers be able to see that when they watched it?
    “Here you are, sir.”
    Reece shifted his arm as the waiter set down two cocktails in tall, stylish glasses. The liquid was creamy pink and the foam on top fizzed with bubbles.
    He then rested a platter of blinis coated in tiny morsels of colorful tidbits.
    “Thanks,” Cade said, taking the bill and settling up.
    “Enjoy.” The waiter dipped his head then walked away.
    “Cheers.” Cade lifted his glass to Reece. “Here’s to a good night of filming.”
    “Yeah. Cheers.” Reece took a sip of the drink. It was champagne laced with cherries and perhaps vodka. He couldn’t be absolutely sure.
    “It’s called Odin’s Raven.”
    “What is?”
    “The BDSM club tonight.”
    “Weird name.”
    “Apparently Odin was some badass Norse god who only had one eye because he traded the other one to drink at the well of wisdom. He had a raven who would fly around seeing things for him then sit on his shoulder and report back.”
    “Sounds appropriate for a club with lots of voyeurism going on.”
    “Yeah, I guess. This drink is good.” Cade took another sip then popped a blini topped with a sliver of smoked salmon into his mouth.
    “Yes, it is. How do you know this stuff?”
    “Bret told me when we were in Spain. He spends time there with his bloke.”
    “He’s in a relationship?”
    “Yeah, course. A bloke as hot as him isn’t going to be on the market, is he?”
    “I suppose not.”
    “Be good if they were there tonight. Would love to see him submitting.”
    “He’s a sub?” Reece was surprised.
    “Yeah, that’s what he told me. When he’s in a scene with his man, he wears a collar and does what he’s told.”
    “I never would have thought.”
    Cade leaned forward. “It takes a strong person to submit and let someone else take charge of their pleasure and pain.”
    Reece nodded.
    “You done it before?” Cade asked, crossing his legs and looking at Reece over the rim of his cocktail glass.
    “Well no, not really. Not officially, but you know…” He shrugged. “I’m happy to hand myself over for a bit of fun.”
    “It’s going to be more than fun.”
    Reece grabbed another blini, caviar this time. It was salty and popped weirdly on his tongue. He washed the taste away with a sip of his cocktail and decided to avoid caviar in the future. “I haven’t gone through the whole script yet.”
    “I’m glad.”
    “Have you?”
    “Yes. But I’d like it if you didn’t. You have hardly any lines anyway because of the gag.”
    “Gag?”
    Cade tipped his head and smiled. “I’ll look after you, you know?”
    “Yeah, I trust you. It’s just…”
    “What?”
    Reece glanced at the girls. One of them was looking their way, the other browsing the drinks menu.
    He leaned forward. “I’ve never—you know—been flogged before.”
    Cade nodded. “Yes, I guessed as much.”
    “So I’m not sure how I’ll cope.” He huffed. “Not that I’m a wimp with pain or anything. I broke my wrist last year. Didn’t even get it checked out for two days, just carried on working.” He held up his left hand. “It was this one, so I could still hold a paintbrush in my right.”
    “But you’re missing the point. It’s not about pain that hurts. It’s about pain that gives you pleasure. Releases endorphins and makes you high, so high that when you do finally orgasm, it blows your mind.” He smiled. “It’s addictive. I promise you. Once you’ve done it once, submitted, come with your arse red and whipped, you’ll want it again.”
    Reece let a slow smile spread on his face. The idea of coming with his arse red and Cade sucking his