EroticReverie

Rhiannon “Ruby Red”, the next day. 

Ulric had me do a dozen different photo shoots this morning . Part of the reason I was as popular as I was , was because of how much content I put out. Everyday there was something. Whether it was a photo set , a video, a live stream cam show, or multiple things at once. 

“Where do you find the time?!” One female interviewer had asked me and I’d just laughed and sold the lie that I was a nympho , because I surely couldn’t tell them my contract called for it and not only that, the man I was engaged to demanded even more than what my contract states. 

A small part of me used to love the attention of being a top star. Not so much anymore. 

I spend the afternoon creating custom videos. 

Ulric decides what I accept or decline for custom videos. Everyday , there’s a hidden for custom videos. Whoever bids the highest , sends their request. Ulric rarely ever denies them based on the amount of money the gifs usually are. 

Today I’m filming three videos for customs. 

One is pretty fucking simple and easy. Which are Ulrics least favorite. He likes to force me to do shit I hate. 

The first video is of me on my knees talking directly to the camera and begging to be pissed on. Filthy. But easy. 

The second involves masturbating while covered in frosting and calling myself daddy’s little cupcake while I get off. Easy.But weird and messy. 

The third is easy. But fucked up. The request read  “Play dead, lots of bruises, can you do your makeup to look cold? Like a corpse? Strangulation marks around the neck please and thank you. Love your work!”

So polite for a fucked up guy. 

“You look hot.” Ulric smirks as I lay on the floor with fake bruises littering my body and pale makeup and my best “dead corpse” makeup I can manage. 

I hold back my disgust and lay back and do my best to “play dead”.  With the p.s request written over my stomach in fake blood. 

“Jimmy” , which I assume is the guys name. 

A real knife lays beside me in the floor along with a long strand of rope. Fake blood splattered on the floor and dried on the fake stab wound on my chest. 

I force my best dead stare. Eh uh unfortunately isn’t hard at all as Ulric takes five minutes of video with me just laying there playing dead. 

I go to move when the camera beeps and he stops recording. But then Ulric is over me and undoing his pants. 

“You look so fucking good like this” he groans and then slides into me as I hiss. I wasn’t even wet. But he pushes hard and deep and ways and forces me to stretch around him. 

“We’re gonna have to make some content like this , start doing darker shit for fucked up men like Jimmy” he grins and I just place my hands at his chest as he pumps in and out me. 

“Get wet for me Rhi” he groans. “Get wet for my cock honey, come on” 

I whimper and turn my head and close my eyes and try to imagine someone else. And try to imagine Ulric isn’t a fucking monster. 

“Yeah honey, ungh” he groans. “That’s my good girl, get wet for it , bitch”

I flinch and keep my eyes closed as I try to let myself enjoy it. Sometimes it’s easier than others. And sometimes I truly forget he’s a monster. Because sometimes he isn’t one. At least for a short while. I’m sure it’s his way of fucking me up even more. Pretending to truly love me and care for me, being gentle and “sweet” just so he can rip me down the next second. 

“Yeah honey, mmm, you get so wet when you don’t fight it baby, fuck that feels good, cmon bitch, get it wetter for me baby” 

Ulric grunts and he fucks me, going faster. My pussy taking him easier as I force myself to get wet for him. Letting myself pretend he’s not calling me a bitch while fucking me and getting off to me done up like a fucking corpse. 

“Fuck that’s good, fuck my whore has such a good used up cunt” 

“Fuck, I love your teenage cunt” he grunts loudly. 

Here’s to hoping in a year when I was twenty he wouldn’t have the same fucking “love” for me. 

“My little virgin, my fucking teenage porn star, my diamond , my little fucking money maker” he groans and I whimper and grab him and kiss him just to shut him up. 

Sometimes I don’t think he knows when I’m faking it. Sometimes I doubt he even cares. And sometimes I don’t think he knows I’m not faking it. That sometimes I enjoy it too fucking much and hate myself for it. Now isn’t one of those times. But I’m enjoying it as much as I can for the sake of not being smacked around for not getting wet enough for him. 

He grunts loudly. Spilling inside of me. It’s quick thankfully. It only took him a few minutes. 

He pants and groans as he slides out of me. 

“Go get ready. You’ve got a scene to do with Tom in a few hours.” He says. Reminding me even though I didn’t forget. 

Tom , Thomas , was more widely known as “ Tommy Seabiscuit” by fans and his Twitter and Instagram handle, because of his massive dick that they compared to a horse cock. And unfortunately I had a fucking crush on him. He was a genuinely good guy. I’d worked with him twice before. Ulric usually made rules about who I could work with and tried to keep it within his own talent that he managed. But if the other person was in demand enough , he bent his rules. And often the people that he allowed me to work with outside of his own management , wanted to work with “Ruby Red” bad enough that they’d agree to nearly any terms that he laid out for them. 

I push up off the floor as he ticks his dick away and I clean up the mess on the floor and then go upstairs and wash off my corpse makeup in the shower. And wash a second time just get off the imaginary grime of what it felt like to play dead for a man. And the extra grime of what it felt like to have Ulric get so turned on by it. 

He’s been talking for the past few months , of creating a “dark mode” for the website. To feed the more fucked up kinks. Rape “fantasies”. Necrophilia. Snuff. Torture. Beyond what was just “rough”. And obviously I’d be expected to take part in it. Because people would pay even more for the fucked up stuff. Even if the internet was already loaded with it. 

I’m out of the shower and my phone pings on my nightstand as I walk over and pick it up. 

I smile at the notification. 

“Tommy has mentioned you in his story.”

I open up my Instagram and see he’s posted a small clip of us together. It was before our scene together last time. Him standing tall beside me dressed in jeans and white t shirt , and me wearing a red bra and panty , with his giant frame beside my smaller one and him placing his forearm on my head as if he was leaning on me. I laugh with a little roll of my eyes as I look up at him and bat his arm away. The caption reads “Guess who Im shooting with today.” And the has me tagged as my handle “RubyintheRough” because plain old “Ruby red” was already taken when Ulric made me start an account.

I heart the story and then repost it. And tag him with the caption “pep talking little Ruby of what she’s in for as we speak” 

He replies instantly  with a laughing emoji and I smile at my screen. 

“Cute. But we both know she’s in for nothing but a good time.” 

I smile and bite my lip. 

“A very good time if I recall” I reply. 

“Ouch. Are you telling me I wasn’t memorable? That you don’t recall the best sex IVE ever had?”

“Such a liar.” I reply. 

“I don’t lie Rhiannon.” He types. “Not to sound like a fucking animal, but I’ve been hard everyday since we set up today.”

“That was last month.” I type. 

“Yeah , I know, and I’ve been like a kid waiting for Christmas.” He says and sends me a Will Ferrell gif from Elf with the caption “SANTA!” 

I laugh and roll my eyes. 

“I’ve been waiting too. Can’t wait to see ya.” I say trying not to flirt TOO much. 

“I know it’s not on the schedule for today, but do you think we can convince your fiancé to put some pussy eating on the menu?”

I bite my lip. 

“God. I wanna fuckin taste you again.”

“I’ll see what I can do” I say. Even though I know Ulric won’t include it for today. Or ever. Not with Tommy anyways. Because Ulric didn’t get jealous often. But I’d seen the way he’d glared at me after I’d came so fucking hard on Tommy’s mouth last time I worked with him. And that jealousy also earned me several slaps later that night. 

“Sorry. I’m being such a fucking man. But you’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” 

“Bet you say that to all the girls” I tease. 

“I don’t. It’s a fucking shame he found you before I did.  Im fucking jealous you’re not mine.” He says. 

“I’ll see you soon” I type. Because I can’t let myself dwell on that comment. And I can’t reply to it either.  Because I know Ulric will fucking probably read this convo. Since he has access to all my accounts and frequently checks my phone for any signs of “cheating”. Aka anything that makes me a slut without him first giving approval of it. 

“Not soon enough.” He types with a winking emoji. 

I close out of the app and then start to get ready. Doing my hair. My makeup. Putting on the outfit that Ulric chose for today. 

Today’s scene wasn’t my choice or Tommy’s. It was Ulrics. And I’d be playing his virgin step sister. Because to play his actual “sister” isn’t allowed and causes to much of a fuss with all the restrictions of what is and isn’t allowed or lawful. 

I pull my hair into the pigtails Ulric told me he wanted. Pink Pom poms at the top of them and and slutty pink cheerleader costume. That no actually cheerleader would wear. I pull in the white ankle sinks with pink bows and the plain white sneakers and then grab my phone and head downstairs and out the front door and hop into the gold cart with Ulric who is already waiting with a smile as he eye fucks my slutty cheerleader outfit. 

“You look VERY fuckable,  honey” he smirks and grabs my knee and squeezes. 

He leans over. 

“And next time you flirt with Tom in your dm’s, I’ll consider making you into an actual fuckjng corpse Rhiannon.” He threatens and I suck in a breath. I knew he would read it, because he’s fucking crazy. But I didn’t say anything terribly wrong.

“I wasn’t flirting, I was just being nice.” I say and he squeeze my knee even harder and I yelp. 

“I swear! You tell me I always have to be Ruby Red! If I was flirting it wasn’t real! I’m just doing what you always tell me to do!” I squeak and he loosens his grip. 

“I’m sorry, I won’t talk to him anymore if that’s what you want, I’m just doing what you tell me” I say as I force my best acting skills to the surface and lying my face off. But was it really a lie? He always told me to play the part. That he wanted everyone to want me. To want what was HIS.

I don’t wait for him to decide if he wants to slap me or believe me. I lean over and lift my ass out of my seat to lift up and kiss him. 

“You can call off the shoot. I don’t care. I swear. I know I’m yours Ulric. I wouldn’t ever do that to you. I know better. I know im stupid, but I’m not that stupid” I say playing into his love of calling me dumb and trying to make me believe I’m stupid all the time. 

His nostrils flare and he glares at me. 

“Call it off. Take me back inside. I’ll prove it to you.” I say and he growls and snarls and then turns on the gold cart. 

“No. You’re making me my fucking money.” He says and jerks the cart as he takes off to drive down to the studio he built on his property. 

Because that was the thing. Ulric could make as many videos as he wanted with me. But that’s not what people wanted. They wanted to see me taken by men that weren’t Ulric. To see me with women. And normally , he doesn’t have a problem with that. He fucking gets off on it knowing he’s the one forcing me to do it. But if I’m willing? Like I am with Tommy? Then, then it’s a problem. 

I rub his thigh as he drives us , hoping to ease the storm and hoping I can somehow pretend to pretend enjoy it, while not enjoy it at all . The mind fuck is confusing. Of how I’m supposed to act in order to avoid his wrath later tonight.