A/N: This was originally a chapter that was a part of a story, but I modified it a bit to make it a story by itself.
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"Hi, Mr. Jones, I'm here to audition for your movie," Emma spoke in a voice that mimicked innocence when Killian answered the door of their bedroom.
"Ah. You must be Emma." Killian grinned and stepped aside to let her in, with a pen and clipboard in his hand. "I've been expecting you, love." He placed his hand on her back as he led her to the bed and took a seat in his director's chair.
He chewed on the pen as his eyes glazed over her long, tanned legs that held a pair tight, jean shorts. She was also wearing a hot pink halter top that showed off her toned stomach.
"Now, I want to make sure you're cut out for hard-core, so I'm going to need to see some of your talents." He then gestured toward the cameras in the room, that he had set up on tripods prior. There was one in front of the bed and one on the side, for different angles. "And just so you're aware, this audition is being recorded."
Emma nodded as she stood, waiting for instructions. She had wanted to do this a while ago, but with the wedding planning, moving her into his place and getting their studio ready, it was hard to find the time and energy.
Emma and Killian were both filmakers who met when he was a porn director and she had gotten an editing job at his studio. During the month she worked there, they fell for eachother hard. Of course, it was much more complicated than that because Emma was very self-conscious and nearly a virgin at the time. She was convinced that she wasn't good enough for a gorgeous, thirty-year old pornographer who watched naked woman have sex for a living. But slowly, he brought out her confident, sexual side while she brought out his romantic side. Two years later, they were newly married and had their own studio.
"First, I want you to strip off your clothes and let me get a good look of that tight little body of yours," he said, trying to look serious, but Emma could detect the amusement in his eyes as she flashed him a coy smile. "Here, let me set the mood with some music." He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, bringing up a song from his playlist. He set it down and brought his lustful blue eyes back to her.
She decided to make a show out of taking off her clothes as she let her hips sway slowly and seductively to the beat, never taking her eyes off of her husband. Her fingers went to the bottom hem of her shirt and she peeled it off, tossing it aside.
His elbow rested on the arm of his chair, chin in hand as he watched her every move intently.
Emma laughed on the inside at how serious he was playing his role. He even brought his chair from the studio and only used the clipboard and pen as props.
She brought her hands to the waistband of her shorts, slipping her thumbs underneath as she popped open the bottom and pulled down the zipper. She kicked off her shoes as she turned around and slowly shimmied her shorts down until they hit the ground. A smile curved her lips as she could hear him try to stifle a growl.
She unlatched her pink, laced bra, letting it fall to the floor as she seductively shook her ass at him in her matching thongs. While continuing to move her hips, she stuck her butt out as she slid her thumbs underneath the straps of her thong and slowly pulled them down.
At that point, Killian was no longer trying to hold back his groans. His sounds made her clit throb and she felt heat pooling in her belly as she turned back around to face him, waiting for more instructions. She sucked in a breath when she found him palming his obvious errection through his jeans as he spoke.
"Now, love, move to the bed and pleasure yourself until you come." He tried to speak in a professional manner but his voice was completely shattered. "And I want you to really get into it. Can you do that for me, love?"
"Oh, I don't think you'll be disappointed," she said with a sultry grin plaguing her lips.
When she got on the bed, he stood and went behind the camera to zoom in on her, getting an up-close view of everything she was about to do. When he was satisfied with the adjustment, he sat back down and watched as she knelt on the mattress and started kneading her breasts to get warmed up.
His ocean-blue eyes were locked on her emerald green ones as she did, until her hand drifted south to tease her opening, and he followed her movements. Her core was aching as she pinched her nipple between her fingers and thumb and used her other hand to feather her clit while rolling her hips into her touch.
"How am I doing Mr. Jones?" She asked, trying to hold back a grin.
"You're fucking hot, love," he growled and she could see that he was trying desperately to contain himself as he adjusted in his seat. "Let's hear you make some noise. I want to know how good that feels."
She couldn't deny that she loved him giving her instructions. His deep, sultry voice and the lilt of his British accent while she pleasured herself drove her crazy.
As she fingered herself, she closed her eyes, tilting her head back slightly and started moaning dramatically.
"Feels so good..."
"That's a good girl. Fuck... so hot..."
After a few minutes, she opened her eyes to find him with his cock out, stroking it as he watched her with dark, hooded eyes, his mouth slightly agape.
"Such a naughty porn director, getting yourself off while you watch me," she teased in a sultry voice.
"Can't help it, love... you're so fucking sexy..." he groaned, continuing to drag his hand up and down his shaft.
Emma turned around, bending over to give him and the camera a good view as she spread her legs and held herself with one hand, using the other one to insert two fingers into her slick heat.
"Bloody hell..." he hissed as he tried to sit still in his seat. "Now, let's see you come for me."
