Chapter 141: The Producer’s Toy -6

The next day on set felt longer than usual.

Cade ran scenes with Jasper all morning. Every time their eyes met during a take, the weight of last night’s conversation sat heavy in his chest.

He could still feel Rylan’s hand on the back of his neck. He could still hear the exact words: *Talk to him. Bring me his answer.*

During the lunch break Cade found Jasper alone near the back of the soundstage, away from the crew.

Jasper was drinking water and reading over the next scene. When he looked up and saw Cade, that same easy smile appeared.

"Hey. You okay? You’ve been quiet today."

Cade stopped a few feet away. His pulse was already faster than it should have been.

"I need to talk to you. Not about the script."

Jasper’s smile faded a little. He set the water bottle down and gave Cade his full attention. "Okay. I’m listening."

Cade kept his voice low. "Last night I told someone the truth. That I feel something for you. Something real. Not just the characters."

Jasper went still. His eyes stayed on Cade’s face. For a second he didn’t speak. Then he let out a slow breath.

"I feel it too," he said quietly. "I have since the chemistry test. I kept telling myself it was just good work. But it’s not. When I look at you it doesn’t feel like acting."

Cade’s stomach tightened. Heat moved under his skin. He forced himself to keep going.

"There’s a condition."

Jasper’s brows pulled together slightly. "What kind of condition?"

"The man I’m already with. Rylan Crowe. He’s the producer. He’s also the one who owns me off-camera. Completely. I belong to him. And last night he decided that if you want any part of me, you come under him too."

Jasper’s expression changed. Surprise first. Then something sharper. He didn’t look away.

Cade continued, keeping every word clear.

"He’s the dominant, full control type. No limits once you agree. You’ll be a top only when he allows it, and only the way he tells you. You’ll submit to him the same way I do. I’ll still be the bottom. His first. Shared only when he says so. Everything is on the table. Pain. Pleasure. Use. Whatever he chooses."

The silence that followed was thick. Jasper’s chest rose and fell once. His eyes dropped to Cade’s mouth for a second, then came back up.

"You’re serious."

"Yes."

Jasper ran a hand through his hair. His voice came out lower than before. "And if I say no?"

"Then I never touch you outside the work again. That’s the rule."

Jasper was quiet for a long moment. Cade could see him thinking. Could see the conflict and the interest fighting in his face. When Jasper finally spoke, his voice was steady.

"I’ve wanted you since the first day. The idea of sharing you under someone else’s rules... it’s a lot. But the idea of not getting any of you at all is worse." He met Cade’s eyes.

"I’ll meet him. I’ll hear the rules from him directly. If I can accept them, I’m in."

Cade’s pulse jumped hard. "Okay."

Jasper stepped closer. Not touching. Just close enough that Cade could feel the heat of him.

"Tell him I’ll come tonight."

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That evening Cade stood in Rylan’s living room and repeated every word.

Rylan listened without interrupting. When Cade finished, Rylan’s eyes were dark and focused.

"He’s coming tonight."

"Yes."

Rylan walked over and stopped in front of Cade. He cupped the side of Cade’s neck the way he always did, thumb over the pulse point.

"Ok." He said. His thumb drawing close circles on his neck. "I’m proud of you."

The praise landed deeper than Cade expected. His breath shortened.

Rylan’s free hand slid down and pressed over the front of Cade’s pants. He was already half-hard from the conversation and the waiting.

"He’s going to walk in here and see exactly who you belong to first," Rylan said. "You’re going to kneel when I tell you to. You’re going to stay quiet while I explain the rules to him. And when I decide he’s ready, you’ll watch him take his place."

Cade’s cock hardened fully under the firm pressure. "Yes."

Rylan kissed him slow and deep, then stepped back.

"Go open the door when he arrives. Bring him to me."

Twenty minutes later the knock came.

Cade opened the door. Jasper stood there in a dark shirt and jeans, eyes steady but clearly aware of the weight of the moment. He looked at Cade first, then past him into the apartment.

Cade stepped aside. "He’s waiting."

Jasper walked in. The door closed behind him with a soft click.

Rylan stood near the large windows, sleeves rolled up, watching them both. The air in the room changed the second the three of them were inside it together.

Rylan’s voice was calm and absolute.

"Come here. Both of you."

Cade and Jasper moved forward. Rylan’s gaze moved over Jasper first, measuring him the same way he had once measured Cade.

"You understand what you walked into?"

Jasper’s answer was quiet but clear. "Yes."

"Then kneel."

Jasper’s eyes flicked to Cade for half a second. Cade was already lowering himself to the floor without being told. Jasper followed. Both of them on their knees in front of Rylan.

Rylan looked down at them. His expression was controlled, but the heat in his eyes was open now.

"This is how it starts," he said. "No limits. My rules. My control. You both belong to me from this moment. Cade stays the bottom. You, Jasper, will top him only when I give permission and only the way I instruct. The rest of the time you submit. Fully. Do you accept?"

Jasper’s voice came out rough. "I accept."

Rylan’s hand settled on the back of Cade’s head first, then moved to rest on Jasper’s. It was possessive. Claiming what is now his

"Good. Then we begin."