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Sex and Hollywood chapter 4 Andy's point of veiw I woke up with a stiff neck and a headache. Ashley was still curled up beside me. I smiled and stroked his hair, playing with the strands. He looked so small and innocent. Hell he WAS small and innocent. And I was this giant-ass perv who liked him. I sighed. Across the room Jinxx sat up and yawned, the cartoon-like drawing on a penis on his face was really obvious, he crawled over to us. My head hurt so much I could feel it throb. "morning" I grunted. "Does someone's head hurt?" he asked. I nodded "I tell you, You're pretty damn amusing when you're tipped off your ass" he said, smirking.

Andy's P.O.V Ashley kicked the door to my room open, still carrying me, and dropped me onto my small single bed. Fortunately the lights were off so I couldn't see his face but I could feel him, feel the heat radiating from his palms through the skimpy fabric of the robe I still, frustratingly, had on. Those hands wandered down my sides until they reached my knees, pushing them up then spreading my legs wide. The bed dipped as he crawled onto it, bracing himself over me, then taking my lips in a kiss. I shifted around underneath him, trying to at least loosen the knot that held my hands prisoner but to no avail. I moaned a little as he bit a

Andy's P.O.V Ash tied my wrists together in an unbreakable knot using the tie from my robe. He tugged on the back of it experimentally, as if he was testing the strength of the knot. I wriggled my wrists around in vain, realising the knot was far too advanced for me to be even bothered about, Ash must be a master in all things knot-wise. He grinned in satisfaction and led me over to the sofa, pushing me down onto it. He sat opposite me, perched casually on the side of the coffee table. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned towards me. "I take it you read my proposition then?" I shuffled into a more comfortable position, plus one tha

Andy's P.O.V The following night I was sitting in my apartment watching T.V, with my feet up on the coffee table. Which Christian hates but lucky for me he wasn't in tonight, he had gone out with some guy who had approached him at work, asking him if he wanted a date I suppose, even though Chuppy had blushed and feverishly denied it was a date. I smiled softly and remembered my 'date' with Ash the sex god. He had dropped me back home late last night, much to Christian's distaste, he had also given me a thick envelope which enclosed a 'contract' according to Ash, something about his Dominant and Submissive thing. He had insisted that I read

Ashley's P.O.V I sighed agitatedly and glanced at my watch, for what seemed like the hundredth time this minute. He was late. 'He' meaning my newest servant, Andy, was late. I growled and drummed my fingers on the desk which I sat behind. He'd never been this late before, even during his first week here he had always been as punctual as he could. My nostrils flared angrily when I wondered if one of my many butlers had chanced upon the time to bump into my delectable little one, I wouldn't put it past them to do it, I'd seen the way some of them had salivated over him. The only slight problem with Andy was he didn't speak a word of Englis

Andy's P.O.V "What about this one?" I glanced up from painting my nails and scrutinised the dress that Christian had dug out from the depths of my wardrobe. I cocked my head to one side and then scrunched up my nose, shaking my head. Christian sighed and flopped down on my bed next to me. "Well you have to choose something," "I know, I know," I sighed, feeling like a dumb blonde in a chick flick who couldn't decide what to wear on a hot date. I stood up and rose on my heels, trying not to smudge any of the wet nail polish on my toes. I slowly edged towards my closet and peered inside once more. There must be one dress in here which is su

Andy's P.O.V The next morning I was up early and walking to work, it was a beautiful sunny Manhattan morning and this time I could fully enjoy the beauty of it because I didn't have a raging hangover. Mind you I couldn't really enjoy it now as my mind was pre-occupied with what the sex god had said to me yesterday. "Because I want to fuck you Andrew and I need to know if anyone is standing in the way of me doing so," Those had been his exact words and now they were imprinted into my mind forever. Needless to say as soon as he had muttered them I had gawked at him like a fish out of water and then before I could say anything back to his bol

Andy's P.O.V "Andrew," Ash groaned, nudging my thighs apart with his knee. "Your tormenting me," His hands wandered up the sides of my dress, groping for the zipper, he found it and slowly pulled it down. Next his hands thrust up the dress, bundling the fabric up then sliding it off with one tug, he tossed it somewhere behind him carelessly, far too focused on me. His mouth rose to press to my collarbone and slowly started to move down, my heartbeat relaxed then restarted at a frantic speed as he neared my pelvis. "No Ash," I whined pathetically. "Not there," He pressed a kiss to my crotch through the rough lace of the thong I still wore.