Jamie's whole being was gripped in horror at the sight of Dakota astride the mechanical bronco ride. She had one hand waving in the air and the mechanical horse was bucking at extreme high speed.

The original two men had been joined by several bar goers who watched the fast riding Dakota with a combination of admiration at her well formed body, her staying ability, holding onto the mechanical ride between her legs and the look of unadulterated exhilaration on her face.

Dakota's athleticism and ability to communicate emotion had drawn onlookers some of whom had several dollar bills in their hands as if she was the object of an impromptu bet.

What was Dakota thinking? What if she was thrown off the saddle at high speed and hurt herself badly? The possibility was too much for Jamie to contemplate. Jamie's thoughts raced as he unceremoniously terminated the call from his press representatives and with lightening speed got to Dakota who was on the other side of the room from where he was sitting.

He got to her as the ride was slowing. The small crowd both men and women chanted, "Again, Whoa..."

An inebriated man standing next to Jamie slurred his words licking his lips, "Dakota hang on to that bucking bronco a full minute at almost a hundred kilometres an hour. I'd ride her alright."

Jamie had an unexpected urge to punch the man in the mouth for objectifying Dakota but the ride came to a final stop. In the split second it took for the ride to stop, Jamie visualised violence with which he could stop the man 'three sheets to the wind' cold in his tracks. The stranger's head was tilted to the right which his predatory senses discerned an inner ear defect. He could deliver a sharp karate chop in the neck to paralyse his vocal codes so no sound was made during the next blows. Subsequent punches would be to the rib cage just above the liver and the next to the defective ear. He would ease the unconscious man to the floor before anyone was aware anything untoward had even happened. Dakota's stunt combined with the violent imagery had adrenalin rushing through Jamie's veins. His heart beat faster.

It took every ounce of self control when Jamie stepped up to Dakota, a dark thunderous expression clouding the features that had earlier been softened with smiling and laughter. He extended a muscular arm to Dakota. She met the disapproval in Jamie's features with fiery defiance. After months of silence Jamie didn't have the right to judge anything she did.

Rather than take the arm Jamie offered, Dakota dismounted on her own. She balanced her weight on her hands, landing expertly on her feet with the elegance of a gymnast finishing a routine on a balance beam. As she stormed off, her naked shoulder brushed against Jamie.

Stupefied, Jamie instinctively followed Dakota through a door that was about to close behind her.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dakota turned around confronting Jamie, unexpectedly.

"I should be the one asking you that question Dakota. What if you fell off that bronc? Jesus, Mary, Joseph, at that speed you could have had a life threatening injury," Jamie's voice was concern tinged with anger. He could go from having an easy going demeanour to wildly intimidating in a British second. Jamie placed both his hands on her bare shoulders as if physical contact would best communicate his exasperation.

Dakota had an adrenaline rush from having his muscular arms resting lightly on her naked shoulders. "No more indifference," she observed, "or do you want to shake some sense into me, Daddy Dornan?"

Dakota mentioning the nickname his Belfast friends in London teased him with for having a calmer, sober head when they went out, brought Jamie back to reality. She had amazing instincts to sense the danger from him thought Jamie as he consciously removed his hands off Dakota's shoulders. He replied with a simple, "No."

Dakota wasn't sure whether he meant 'no' to the indifference or that he didn't want to shake sense into her.

Jamie concluded by saying, "Are you asking me to?"

Keeping eye contact with him, Dakota bolted the white wooden door, locking it from the inside. The thrill was the same as locking herself in a cage with a wild prowling panther. Catlike grace masked the sharpened instincts of a natural killer. Her voice was husky as she said, "Christian, would storm into the ladies restroom to see if Ana was alright then proceed to bend her over, his knee and spank her." She bit her lower lip and pleaded, "Be Christian for me."

Dakota wanted to feel the danger of Jamie even if it was an acting simulation.

Jamie gasped at the indecent proposition. Her reckless actions on the bronco ride, the rush of blood causing a blush of arousal on Dakota's cheeks stirred a genuine physical response from him. The sensual, intoxicating scent and feel of her was impossible to ignore. When they were on the film set months ago, they had had to use a 'fluffer' before love scenes. Fluffer was code for Jamie locking himself in a quiet room getting into the frame of mind that had him ready for when Sam yelled 'Action!'. Jamie had convinced himself that he could not get pleasure by hitting a woman the way Christian did, yet here he was, more aroused than he could ever remember.

In a nano second, Jamie transformed into Christian as he closed the distance between them. With one hand, he easily lifted Dakota onto the enamel counter where white hand towels were folded. His hips pressured Dakota's long shapely legs open until his bulging crotch was positioned against her silk panties. She gasped at the size of what she had felt of him.

Jamie reached out and cupped Dakota's head in his hand. His thumb freed the full lower lip trapped by her teeth, then caressed it suggestively. From her eyes, she was unsure of the size of his natural reaction. Her eyes fleeted about his face as if she was nervous.

"Is this what you want," Jamie whispered his sweet warm breath on her lips. He did not kiss her.

"Yes," came Dakota's breathless reply.

Jamie was Christian, the Dominant man who exercised control in all things. His reverberating, deep voice was commanding and sexy, "I'm going to spank you but first, I want you to wait till I am seated on that couch," Jamie pointed to the three seat couch at the other end of the restroom, "I want to watch you get down from this counter, walk to that dispenser and get me condoms." He pointed to the wall dispenser opposite the couch. "Then come lie down on my lap." The best thing about being an actor is that one can shed the shackles of reality one second and be fully immersed in fantasy the next.

As he stood facing Dakota, she was Ana, the young woman with piercing sapphire eyes Christian could barely contain himself around. Each of his thumbs tweaked Dakota's nipples through the form fitting leather dress and they responded by getting erect. Jamie researched for the part, by getting used to paraphernalia like nipple clamps. After the scare she gave him, he should have used them on her. Jamie gazed into her eyes and noticed her pupils dilate in arousal.

Dakota noticed the hazel star burst in Jamie's blue eyes was smouldering with desire. Oh, how she had missed his touch. Would spanking her naked skin make his eyes blaze more as he scorched her skin with his desire? Dakota loved the unravelling mystery, romance and sexual stimulation of the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. No one made her senses come more alive than when Jamie caressed her. When he was Christian Grey on the film set. She held on to and relived those special moments whenever she was alone in bed. She had taken underwear from the film set, a souvenir of how physically close she got to Jamie.

As Jamie stepped away from her, Dakota unconsciously leaned forward craving intimate skin on skin contact. He commanded Dakota to stay put until he could watch her from the couch.

When he was comfortably seated on the couch, Dakota dragged out the moment of contact. When simulating a submissive, she felt that true power was hers. She could end physical contact by uttering the safe word.

Jamie had ordered her to him but she was going to take a measure of control by taking her time sliding down from the enamel counter. She walked with an exaggerated sway to her hips marked by the clicking sound of her heeled boots, until she got to the dispenser. It was opposite where Jamie was seated. She selected a packet of three condoms and took her time.

When she placed the packet in Jamie's left hand he was visibly impatient for her. His lips were open. He needed her on his lap.

As soon as she lay down, Jamie did not hesitate. His left hand slid down the top of her dress so her firm shapely breasts and nipples bounced free, ready for his inspection. She wasn't wearing a bra, Jamie took a sharp intake of breath at the sight of her swollen and ripened breasts. Dakota was confident enough to let him enjoy the sight of her body.

Jamie's right hand very slowly inched silk white panties from her shapely derrière and down her long legs. His left hand then proceeded to cup one firm breast and nipple whilst his right hand caressed every inch of her well formed derrière.

"Why am I going to spank you," he asked.

"I asked you to," she answered.

"Do I have unreserved consent to spank your bottom," he asked.

"Yes Sir, you do," Dakota's voice trembled with passion as she bumped and ground her hips onto his erection beneath her and the hand above her.

Her body was a pleasurable torment. "I'll mete out your spanks now," he said omitting the number of times. Dakota found the added suspense spiked her excitement levels. He was livid at her stunt... was he going to unleash that anger on her? For a moment a lick of terror flowed over her body anticipating the first spank.

Jamie's left hand caressed one breast whilst his right hand gently caressed every inch of her backside radiating sensory pleasure impulses all over her body. Delectable fresh juices pooled between her legs. The delicious scent of her arousal, was accelerating his arousal. When Jamie's right hand lifted away from contact, Dakota pushed up her derrière seeking more contact with his caressing hand but was met with a spank that made a clapping sound.

For Dakota it was about holding on to power although she was quickly conceding ground to Jamie. She was so aroused that her sensory nerves converted the sting from hard spanks into a different kind of pleasure. She heard the clapping sound and felt the pressure that forced her hips to grind down inflaming exquisite sensory nerves on Jamie's growing manhood and deep inside her very warm, moist core.

As Jamie caressed the bottom he spanked, their breathing became laboured. Dakota would get used to the pleasure of his caresses then be spanked again causing her to moan from the unique sensory sandwich. With his left Jamie served up relentless caresses to her exposed breasts and tweaked her nipples. His right hand complemented that by caresses to her backside that slid down to rub the tip of the engorged bud between her lower lips, then back to caress her firm bottom before another hard spank.

After the tenth spank, on Jamie's lap, Dakota's body was so ready for more.

"Please," Dakota pleaded urgently...wantonly. Whatever self respect she had was gone as she begged him to pleasure her. She was submitting to him and they both knew it.

With one hand, Jamie lifted Dakota onto the couch on all fours. He was subtly making a point. He was positioning her on all fours, wantonly. That did not deter Dakota who was even more desperate for his touch. She was facing a full length mirror when she looked up to see Jamie confidently unzip his jeans. Dakota's breath caught in her throat as she watched him roll the condom on himself. Her tongue involuntarily extended out to lick her rosy lips.

Jamie pushed down Dakota's shoulders making her curvy derrière, now a dusky rose colour from spanking, extend up in the air towards the ceiling. He knelt behind her. He caressed her firm bottom gently before planting a wet French kiss on both spanked rosy coloured cheeks.

Her spanked and heated buttock cheeks receiving a cool wet kiss heightened sensitivity of her backside. Dakota gasped in surprise.

"Please," she pleaded.

"Is that all you can say," Jamie teased as Dakota voluntarily relinquished power to him.

"Please Sir, I'm on my hands and knees for you," the anticipation of touch was getting to be too much. It was pleasurable, forbidden and wanton submitting to Jamie.

Jamie began rubbing the engorged bud between her lower lips with the sensitive tip of his manhood. He reached over for her long, rich hair, wrapped it round and round a muscular hand then gently pulled on it.

Dakota gasped then moaned louder at the exquisite combination of sensations that radiated from the tips of her hair right the way through to her toes. In the mirror, Jamie saw a reflection of Dakota's face flushed with pleasure, her full lips open with longing.

His thighs bumped into the sensitive skin of her firm backside faster and faster over several minutes until Dakota suddenly cried out as her warm and wet inner core clenched and contracted with the exquisite torture of orgasm. Of total surrender.

As she collapsed face down on the couch, Jamie who was still hard, gathered her into his arms. He lay Dakota on top of his sculptured muscular body. He felt her body shudder as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. Jamie watched Dakota's half naked body with renewed fascination as her laboured breathing very slowly normalised and the rosy flush of blood under her skin dissipated. Her expression of satisfaction could not be masked. Still encased in a condom his body rested against hers.

Jamie hated how much he loved the feel of Dakota's half naked body in his arms. The feeling of satisfaction and power he got from pleasuring her, from watching her submit to him inch by inch. He had to let go but couldn't. Not just yet.

Dakota wasn't the only one bowled over by their intimacy. What started off as Jamie's concern over her riding the high speed, violent bucking, bronco machine had exploded into unadulterated passion and a sexual power game.

Realty dawned. They were in a public rest room! Despite glorying in their post coital tenderness, Dakota forced herself to sit up and pulled up the short, black, shoulder less, leather dress to cover her naked breasts.

"Was the bronco ride a ruse to get into my Calvin Klein's," joked Jamie.

"I could ask you the same question," Dakota bristled, "you followed me into the ladies restroom." She winked suggestively before disappearing into one of the restroom stalls.

"You asked me to spank you," retorted Jamie as he heard Dakota tinkle in the stall. He retrieved her underwear. "Found your panties," he unconsciously sniffed the overwhelmingly delicious scent of her.

Oblivious to the intimacy of tinkling in his presence, Dakota replied, "Keep them as a souvenir of your trip."

Jamie stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans. Since he had come to public attention it was surprising how many panties women had given him. Jamie had lost count of how many body parts he autographed.

"We planned to rehearse privately anyway. If it makes you feel better lets' say we squeezed in an impromptu rehearsal," Jamie said as he disposed of the condom, pulled up his underwear and zipped up his jeans.

It dawned on Jamie that having her panties in his pockets, meant Dakota would be spending the rest of the day without a bra or panties. Commando, how sexy was that!

"Sure, a rehearsal like we do on set," said Dakota emerging from the restroom stall. He was helping assuage her niggling feelings of embarrassment. She had begged for him. Jamie was washing his hands and she used the sink next to the one he was using.

"Only, it's never been this physically intense before," He observed lowering his voice. She was pushing boundaries. His scent was on her body. There was a perverse animal pleasure of marking territory one had taken possession of.

She passed him a white fluffy towel that he took from her to dry his hands.

"It would be as intense if you do what you just did," she shot back, "Do you think it was having what we did choreographed that dampened the passion on set."

"Speak for yourself," Jamie shot back a little sensitive about public displays of affection.

"I wasn't the one who needed time alone to get into character...a fluffer," Dakota jibed giggling.

"You're never going to let me live that down are you Dakota," he smiled resignedly.

"It's my ego. She's feisty and won't let that go."

"Does your feisty ego do a samba or some such dance like the inner goddess in the novels," Jamie asked watching Dakota's swaying well rounded backside as she unbolted the door. Dakota had the heady 'just had sex and want more' aroma. If her reddened behind stung from his spanking, she was not letting it show.

She had spunk! Inwardly he smiled at the pun. Jamie was in danger of getting too close to his co star and it was just what the predator in him craved.

"As a self confessed romantic, I'm a fan of the novels. Millions of fans are waiting for us to breathe life into their favourite characters. Maybe..." she began but abruptly stopped dead in her tracks.

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