Role Play: Play Series, #1

By Morticia Knight

When the love of his life returns after three years, Terry is tempted to give him a second chance. Especially once he discovers Phil's new, commanding skills…

 

Terry loves his job as a Hollywood photographer. But when it comes to romance, there is none—at least not anymore. After being dumped by silver fox film producer, Phil, Terry's been determined to move on with his life. Just because Phil was the one, shouldn't it be time to finally let him go?

 

Phil has learned the hard way that work and career are one thing, having someone to love and cherish is another. The producing gig in Toronto left him cold and lonely, but a fateful meeting one night at a bar was a game-changer. Now that he's back in town, Phil is ready to take the knowledge he gained while being trained as a Master, and is determined to claim his boy.

 

Something about Phil seems different when Terry reluctantly gives in to his pleas for them to meet. Terry isn't sure whether to believe Phil's promises that this time Terry's heart will be safe, but he can't deny the intensity of the chemistry they still share. When Phil confesses all about his new D/s lifestyle, Terry is shocked, yet curious.

 

But will Phil agree to satisfy Terry's secret forbidden fantasy?

 

Note: Role Play is the first book in Phil and Terry's continuing journey in a full-time D/s relationship. There are no cliffhangers, and they are a committed couple with an HEA. You can expect a curious and snarky boy who isn't afraid to say what he wants, an older silver fox Master who'll give his boy the world, and plenty of steam! Please note: There is a scene of rough, fantasy role play that some might find upsetting. Grab your copy of this TPE, second chance, age gap romance now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Knight Ever After Publishing LLC
• Release date: Aug 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223285397

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Role Play (Play Series Book 1)

Copyright ©2016 Morticia Knight

Second Edition

Cover design by Ethereal Designs

Edited by Hope Vincent / Flat Earth Editing

Published by Knight Ever After Publishing LLC

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Role PLay Dedication

Thank you to Hope and Jessica at Flat Earth for an amazing job on the editing. I’d also like to thank my lovely betas, Andrea and Amy, for their time and excellent suggestions. And finally, I have to thank my writing sprint partner, author LE Franks, for all the cheerleading! Coconut ice cream bars are forthcoming.

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Role Play Contents

Book Description

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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When the love of his life returns after three years, Terry is tempted to give him a second chance. Especially once he discovers Phil’s new, commanding skills…

Terry loves his job as a Hollywood photographer. But when it comes to romance, there is none—at least not anymore. After being dumped by silver fox film producer, Phil, Terry’s been determined to move on with his life. Just because Phil was the one, shouldn’t it be time to finally let him go?

Phil has learned the hard way that work and career is one thing, having someone to love and cherish is another. The producing gig in Toronto left him cold and lonely, but a fateful meeting one night at a bar was a game-changer. Now that he’s back in town, Phil is ready to take the knowledge he gained while being trained as a Master, and is determined to claim his boy.

Something about Phil seems different when Terry reluctantly gives in to his pleas for them to meet. Terry isn’t sure whether to believe Phil’s promises that this time Terry’s heart will be safe, but he can’t deny the intensity of the chemistry they still share. When Phil confesses all about his new D/s lifestyle, Terry is shocked, yet curious.

But will Phil agree to satisfy Terry’s secret forbidden fantasy?

Chapter One

Tilt your head to the right—no, too far. Just a smidge back. Good. Terry angled his body, crouching, the camera heavy in his hand as he adjusted the f-stop. Chin down. Relax your mouth.

Terry frowned, safe behind his lens. He wouldn’t have much luck achieving repeat business if he telegraphed his annoyance every time a client couldn’t open themselves up to the camera. Maybe my life would be simpler if I switched to doing Walmart portrait shots instead. He involuntarily shuddered.

I feel weird.

Anson Shore pouted. The former bachelorette reality show contestant and fan fave had recently changed his status to wanna-be actor, and it was his second time back at Terry’s studio to get headshots taken.

Terry lowered his camera, no longer able to mask his frustration. Anson, we were so close to getting a good theatrical shot. Please try to focus. He pursed his lips. And if you really want an acting career, it’s going to be all about emoting for the camera, and yeah, sometimes you might feel weird. Deal with it.

Anson’s gaze raked over Terry’s form before he locked eyes with him, a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth. So forceful for such a cute boy.

Terry inhaled deeply, pressing his mouth in a thin line. The first time Anson had done a photo shoot with him, he’d made certain that Terry knew he was bisexual. A casual comment had been made that he’d been eliminated on the reality show for that very reason. Terry had needed to bite back a retort that he didn’t give a shit.

He worked to keep his tone non-confrontational. I’d rather not be referred to as a boy.

Anson arched his eyebrows. Is cute acceptable?

This is devolving quickly.

Anson, I should mention that I have someone scheduled for four o’clock. Terry glanced up at the studio clock. That leaves you precisely thirty-seven minutes to get the ultimate, career-advancing theatrical headshot. It was Terry’s turn to raise his eyebrows.

Instead of responding, Anson sidled toward him, stepping out of the designated portrait area. What about when you’re done with your four o’clock?

Terry didn’t care for the sultry edge that Anson’s voice had taken on. I’m sorry, but I’ll be done shooting for the day after that.

Anson’s laugh was light, charming. His expression radiated a coy, seductive confidence.

Dammit. That’s the exact image I was hoping for.

Terry jerked away at the touch of Anson’s finger along his jaw.

"Not necessarily. You could still shoot, but maybe instead of doing it with your camera, you could do it with me." Anson leered at him.

Is he fucking serious?

Terry stepped back, raising his camera in front of him like a shield. Are we continuing this session, or are we done?

A flash of anger crossed Anson’s features before he contained it. Then the charismatic smile returned as if nothing creepy had just occurred.

Hmm. He could make it as an actor after all.

"Why, continuing, of course." Anson regarded him as if he were crazy for suggesting otherwise.

Terry could put on a good act, too. He’d been around enough players and performers in his ten-plus years in Hollywood.

Then could you please get back under the lights? He gave Anson his own sweetly innocent smile. I won’t get anything we can use where you’re standing right now.

Anson returned to his perch on a wooden stool, the white backdrop framing him on three sides, a similar sheet of white canvas on the ground outlining what Terry considered his staging area. The lights he’d so carefully placed to highlight Anson the way he’d wished had to be adjusted after his subject’s unwelcome advance. The one thousand square-foot studio was all he needed when doing headshots, which were the bread and butter of his business. It was a basic set-up, with a few props, his laptop and camera equipment on one side, the photography area on the other.

Terry couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if he’d simply stayed in Flagstaff. Arizona’s weather wasn’t too much different than Southern California and there’d been plenty of landscapes and parks and other crap he could’ve photographed. Unfortunately, rocks and trees did nothing for him—he’d only ever dreamed of portrait photography. In his mind, no bigger thrill could be achieved than when he captured the essence of someone in a beautiful image. They didn’t even have to be model attractive—some of his favorites had been the character actors. They exuded more soul.

How’s this? Anson struck a pose.

Terry held in a snort. He wanted to tell Anson that the casting for Zoolander 3 probably hadn’t begun yet, but he controlled himself. Uh… He had to take a deep breath to keep from bursting into laughter. Perhaps not as intense? Remember what I said about relaxing your mouth.

He fired off another forty exposures, pleased with at least a few. He showed them to Anson on the screen of his camera, careful not to get too close to the frisky actor. Anson approved two of the three and Terry felt comfortable enough with the images to have his name associated with them.

Terry removed the SD card from the camera, then carefully labeled the one of Anson by placing a purple dot and date on the tiny item. Different colored dots next to the names of his clients for the day were in his planner. When it was time to go back and work on the photos, he could easily track who was who. Although, he doubted he’d forget the smarmy Anson anytime soon.

And you’ll Photoshop that mole out, right? Oh, and the crow’s feet too. Don’t forget those.

Here we go. "Actually, Anson, I’d recommend leaving those the way they are. When you get called into a casting director’s office, they want you to appear exactly the way you do in your headshot. It pisses them off if you don’t."

Oh, so you know everything about casting directors and the industry now too? Anson shrugged his leather jacket on. Are you going to tell me how films get made as well? That you're a producer or something? Anson shook his head. Just give me what I’m paying for.

Terry’s throat seemed to cut off his air. He almost had to choke out his words. Yeah. Sure.

Anson marched out of the studio with a bit of a swagger, leaving Terry’s emotions and thoughts in a jumble. Ironically, he did know the inner workings of how films were made. He knew precisely what a producer did—at least the one who used to do things to him.

It was an old wound, over three years old. He’d only been twenty-five at the time, and whenever his gut would tighten from the agony of loss, he’d reassure himself that it was a good thing that Phil had left to produce a cable TV drama in Toronto. He’d fallen so fast and hard for producer Phil Watts that the sudden job offer presented to his ex-lover had no doubt saved him from diving deeper and really getting hurt.

As if I wasn’t destroyed enough already.

He didn’t have the luxury of wallowing. There were bills to be paid and obligations to fulfill. Terry finished readying the portrait area for his next appointment, the wooden stool replaced with a red velvet side chair that boasted ornate roses carved into the wood of its back.

A knock sounded on the studio door and Terry ambled across the room to let in his next client. The moderately-sized structure that was attached to his nineteen-thirties Spanish Revival home in West Hollywood was his sanctuary, and he was grateful