Playing a Little by Breanna Hayse Read Free Book Online

to the snow. He finally found her, wheezing behind an old, snow-laden tree.
    “Have fun running from me?” he asked, handing her a bottle of water.
    She looked at him with innocence. “I didn’t even know you were there, so don’t flatter yourself, Erik. What are you doing up so early?”
    “I wanted to get a run in before we met you for our trip to the set. You?”
    “I am always up before the crack of dawn. You better get used to it if we are going to be hanging out together 24/7.”
    “First house rule. No waking me before seven in the morning on a weekday, or before ten on the weekend,” Erik scowled.
    “Oh yeah? And what if I do?” Camille asked, steadying her hand on a branch just over her head.
    “Then you will be receiving a real spanking. Not like the play one, either.”
    Camille raised her eyebrow and pulled, sending a mound of snow over the top of his head. She ran off before he had a chance to recover from the shock.
    “Oooo, you are gonna get it for that little prank, Miss LeCroix,” Erik growled, brushing off the snow and shaking the ice from inside his sweatshirt. “You just raised the ante, Cami-girl.”
    Two hours later, Erik frowned from his seat in the Hummer as they traveled to the set. Camille sat next to Stan, pretending to ignore him as she played a game on her tablet. Arthur and Stan were involved in a lively discussion about media trends, including the elevation of the more taboo elements, including spanking.
    “… Very true,” Arthur was saying, “you are seeing it more and more as an excepted demonstration of both affection and discipline. I always found it interesting how the public embraces the seduction of things like bondage and rough sex in film scripts, but would put up such a ruckus if they witnessed a man spanking a woman. Doesn’t make much sense to me.”
    “I guess they view it as archaic,” Stan said, “but you never hear a fuss about that same man slapping her across the face, which results in a type of foreplay in the same type of film. Maybe it is a matter of stimulating the dark side of the audience. They love to see sex, and are uncomfortable but excited when the sex becomes animalistic because it sparks their interests.”
    “Agreed. Camille? What do you think about this topic? You are awfully quiet,” Arthur asked.
    Camille glanced up. “I wasn’t paying attention. Sorry.”
    “He wanted to know what you thought about a man spanking a naughty woman’s bottom. Like after she dumps a bough-full of snow on his head,” Erik stated, ignoring the laughter that followed.
    “I think it is barbaric and ungentlemanly,” Camille sniffed, “especially if said man deserved a face-full of snow.”
    “Really, Cam? You didn’t,” Stan exclaimed.
    “She most certainly did and if anyone deserved a good spanking, I would say she did. Don’t you agree?” Erik frowned again, his handsome, dimpled stare causing Camille to fidget uncomfortably.
    “You are ridiculous. It was just a little snow,” came the response.
    Erik watched her shrink into the leather seat as he began to stare at her with more intensity. “We will discuss your prank later when we have some privacy. Stan? Did you inform Arthur and Camille about our agreement? It was rather important, don’t you think?” Erik asked, not taking his eyes off the reddening girl. Her face was nearly the color of the tight bun of hair that she had piled on the top of her head. The style did little to disguise the mess of unruly curls that threatened to spill from it and he found it alluring.
    Chagrined, Stan relayed the discussion, including the assurance that all the cameras would be kept private until after Erik’s review, and the emergency button for Camille. Arthur frowned, protesting the degree of privacy and how it would inhibit his screenplay from unfolding.
    “I disagree, you old pervert,” Erik replied grouchily. “You won’t have to see what is happening. I will email you a full report every day