by Grey, Sadie
I watched him through the camera lens. He couldn’t see exactly where I was looking which allowed me to study every stunning inch of him.
He shifted from pose to pose, completely at ease in front of the camera. He put his hand behind his head, making his biceps flex and tighten under his skin. He crossed his arms, showing off a whole different set of muscles and the imposing width of his shoulders.
He lifted the hem of his black undershirt revealing the sharp ridge of his abs over his hips. His jeans hung dangerously low on those hips and my eyes followed the thin trail of hair down from his navel to the bulge in his pants.
I felt powerful on this end of the camera. It was thrilling that this gorgeous man was posing and showing off just a few feet in front of me. I felt dominant.
“Alright,” I said. “Drink some wine. I want to capture this moment.”
He narrowed his eyes at me in mock displeasure, but he couldn’t hold the expression, and a grin split his face. He grabbed his glass of wine and raised it towards me.
“To Angela.”
Flash.
He tipped the glass back and drained it while I took his picture. He wiped the wine from his lips with the back of his hand. His lips were stained a delicious purple. He took two long strides over to the light switch and turned it off, blanketing us in dusk.
His eyes shimmered in the dark. He held his hand out to me.
I took it and felt an electric shock pass between us when I touched his skin. Butterflies took flight in my stomach as he guided me away from the kitchen and deeper into darkness.
He took me to the center of the studio, just inside the ring of lights. He leaned in close again and lifted the camera from around my neck. His hot breath tickled my skin and sent vibrations shuddering through me.
He whispered into my ear. “Your turn.”
Chapter 4
I felt dizzy, intoxicated by the wine and by him.
He stepped away from me and his footsteps sounded loud in the darkness. He walked over to a tall stand of lights and switched them on, bathing me in their warm glow. He placed the camera on a table and grabbed a large sketchpad. He flipped through the pages, studying the drawings as they flickered past his vision. He stopped on a blank page and placed the pad on the easel.
I turned my back to him and to the light, casting my face in shadows. My fingers trembled as I grasped the hem of my blouse and slipped it over my head. The cool air felt good against my flushed skin. I hadn’t worn a bra since I knew I would just have to take it off. Most of them were a little tight these days, and I didn’t want to leave lines on my skin.
I crossed my arms over my naked breasts and half-turned around. I looked over my shoulder to see if he was watching me.
He was.
“Perfect,” he said. “Stand just like that.”
He stood by the easel with crossed arms. The contours of his muscles were outlined in stark shadows. His eyes danced over me, tracing my curves. He stood that way for almost a minute, and I began to wonder if he was disappointed in what he saw.
Something seemed to click in his eyes and his body uncoiled like a snake. His muscles rippled as he attacked the blank page. His hand moved in big smooth arcs as he outlined the shape of me. Those hands were quick and sure. Each movement precise. They hypnotized me with their motion. I vaguely wondered what those hands could do with my actual body instead of just a drawing of me.
A thin sheen of shimmering sweat lined his furrowed brow. Line by line, pieces of me appeared on the surface of the page. I could just see the sketch from the corner of my eye. I strained to get a better view but I was terrified to move out of the pose.
I started feeling lightheaded. The position I was in was awkward, and I didn’t know how long I could hold it. My muscles burned and trembled until I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Dominic,” I called out.
He shook his head as if coming out of a trance and looked at me.
“I’m sorry, but do you think I could maybe try a different position?”
He blinked. He looked down at his sketch and then back at me. He nodded, seeming satisfied.
“Yes, certainly. I have just the thing.”
I slumped forward and the screaming in my muscles quieted to a dull roar. The trembling stopped as I flexed my limbs to regain circulation.
He vanished beyond the lights and returned with a large cushion about half the size of a mattress. He laid it flat in the middle of the ring of lights. Then he grabbed a bed sheet from a nearby table and billowed it out in front of him, letting it fall over the cushion.
“Here, lie on this. It should be much more comfortable.”
I felt a rush of gratitude. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
I laid chest down on the cushion. The lush fabric of the sheet slid against my bare breasts as I propped my chin in my hands and watched him.
His shadow weaved among the circle of lights. He flipped some on, some off, nodding and shaking his head as he went. He tested out the different combinations of lightness and dark until he seemed satisfied.
He called out from behind one of the big stands of lights. “Try lying on your back.”
A thrill rippled through me. Here we go, I thought. I spun on the cushion and reclined on my elbows. The pose pushed my breasts out in front of me. I hoped he would notice.
His head penetrated the circle of lights and he paused. His eyes burned as he drank in the sight of me. I felt a surge of pride and something naughtier.
I sat up, keeping my shoulders pulled back. My legs were angled in a “V” in front of me with my knees slightly bent. My hands reached down and gripped the fabric of my skirt near my thighs. I tugged at it ever so slowly, inch by inch, revealing the bare skin of my legs as if I was pulling back a curtain.
His eyes watched the movement intently. I could see the hunger in them, and I could feel his desire like a living thing, pulsing in the space between us.
I smiled at him innocently.
“Should I take the skirt off too?” I asked playfully.
“Please,” he whispered.
I laid back and lifted my hips off the cushion. My hands found the zipper and slid the bunched up skirt down my hips and off my legs. My back was arched as I did it, giving him a great view of my petite pink panties that barely covered my sex. They were my favorite pair. The ones I saved for special occasions. I paused for a moment in that position to let him see me in them before settling my hips back down on the cushion.
I watched him watching me. Turning him on was turning me on. An intense heat was building between my legs and I felt myself getting wet. I closed my eyes and traced the top of my panties with my fingertips.
“These too?” I asked.
His shadow fell over me and I opened my eyes. He stood above me, just a black silhouette against the light. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could feel them gazing at me. He knelt down beside me. I half sat up from the cushion. He put his hand on my arm, close to my breast.
I breathed in sharply. “Dominic,” I said.
“Shh. Just relax.”
He pushed me gently back onto the cushion. “Wait,” I said.
“No talking,” he said. “And try not to move.”
His fingers touched my chin and nudged it gently to the side, facing away from the light. His hand grabbed mine and crossed it over my chest, placing it over one of my breasts. His movements were smooth and sure, and every time I felt his skin touch mine, my body tingled with delicious sensation.
His hands caressed my knee as he lifted it gently so that my leg was bent. He ran his hands over my other leg as he straightened it out at an angle. I didn’t want him to stop at the knee. I wanted his hands to keep moving up my thigh and between my legs where I was beginning to ache.
His hands left my body and disappointment surged through me. I mourned the loss of his touch.
He stood up and disappeared from view. I wanted to see where he was going but I didn’t da
re move my head from the pose he had positioned me in.
I lay in silence, feeling delightfully exposed. My body was painted in shadow and light. I knew he was watching me. And somehow, not being able to see him as he watched turned me on even more.
I had not come here for this. He had not hired me for this. But now that I was here, all I wanted was to be in his arms, to kiss his lips, and to fuck him senseless until neither one of us could move.
I forced myself to keep still. Or mostly still. I moved my hand over my breast ever so slightly, grazing my nipple with my palm and feeling the electricity arc through me with even that mild touch.
My body was filled to bursting with need. I wanted to make him feel like he was making me feel. To inflame his desire until he was overcome with the madness of it. Until we were swept up in it like a tidal wave.
I began to shift my hips subtly. Just enough to catch his attention. Just a slight gyration that would draw his eyes to the silky spot between my spread legs.
A hitched breath sounded in the darkness. I smiled. I began to knead my breast with my hand. Subtlety flew out the window along with my inhibitions. There was no doubt about what I was doing. My hips moved faster, grinding at the air. It was an invitation.
I sensed his approach. My head turned and he was there beside me. He lifted me to my feet in one smooth motion and drew me into his arms. Half his face was hidden in shadow, but his eyes bored into mine. I could see the longing burning there.
He kissed me and I kissed back. His lips were soft and gentle but insistent. I put my hand on his firm chest and felt his heart racing. It matched the beating of my own heart.
His fingers caressed my cheek then slid down my neck and down my spine, making me dizzy with excitement.
He wrapped his hands around my waist. I kissed him deeper, sliding our warm tongues together. His fingertips trailed up my side and lightly grazed the side of my breast. I moaned my pleasure into his mouth. He cupped my breasts fully and circled my nipples with his thumbs. He pinched them hard, causing me to gasp as the delicious feeling of pleasure and pain rippled through me.
His lips kissed my neck and I breathed in that intoxicating citrusy scent of him. My fingers tugged at his undershirt and we broke apart just long enough to get it over his shoulders and off of him.
We pressed against each other, flushed skin on flushed skin. I could feel the length of him pressing into me. The tidal wave had crashed on top of us and the current was sweeping us away. We were helpless against it.
I fumbled with his zipper and slipped his jeans down his hips.
His hands cupped my ass and kneaded my flesh, causing the throbbing between my legs to intensify. My hips pushed into his, grinding and rocking against the hard warmth of him, separated only by the thin cloth of my damp panties and his boxers.
His hot breath panted in my ear. He slipped a hand down between my legs and stroked me through the silk with a thick finger. I cried out and tilted my head back. His lips grazed my neck. My hips worked against his hand. Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through me and I felt myself slipping closer to the edge.
His lips circled my breast and he tongued at my nipple, enveloping it in warmth and wetness and causing me to shudder. I ran my hands through his curly black hair.
He pushed my panties aside and slid his fingers into my slick folds. He pressed them in and out of my soaking depths with a maddening rhythm. He slipped his fingers out of me and massaged my clit in smooth circles. My knees shook and almost gave out.
I slipped my hand into his boxers and grasped his cock. It was warm and thick and harder than I could have ever imagined. My hand stroked up and down along his shaft, causing him to moan into my shoulder. I worked my fist over his length with a steady rhythm, trying to bring him as close to the edge as he was bringing me.
I dropped to my knees, pulling down his boxers at the same time. His cock sprang to life in front of my face. I grasped it in my hand and took him in my mouth. My tongue ran over the head of his erection and I tasted the saltiness of him.
My head bobbed up and down on his length, eliciting a low groan from him. He placed his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. His hips thrust forward, fucking my mouth with his cock. I could feel him shaking as he came close to orgasm.
He pushed me away and down onto the cushion.
“What’s wrong?” I asked breathlessly.
“Nothing,” he said. “I need to be inside you.”
He slid the panties from my hips and knelt between my legs. He leaned in to kiss me and his cock pressed against my warm slit. I angled my hips so that his shaft lined up with my slick entrance. He gazed into my eyes as if he was looking into my soul, and then he plunged inside me. I gasped as the thickness of it filled me.
He moved inside me slowly at first, back and forth, gradually increasing the tempo. Fire coursed through my body and through my brain. I moved my hips against him in rhythm with his movements, feeling a frantic desire wash over me.
He scraped his teeth over my nipple, sending waves of pure ecstasy pulsing through me. My pleasure spiraled upwards into a raging inferno. Everything inside me started to tighten.
The sound of shattering glass made us both jump.
We sprang apart, both of us looking toward the door to the studio where the sound had originated from.
“You son of a bitch!” a female voice shouted in the darkness. The voice hit me like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the fires of my pleasure.
We scrambled to our feet. I pulled the sheet up with me to cover my nakedness, wrapping it under my armpits and across my chest. I was still breathing hard, and my heart was beating like a hammer. An icy spike of fear stabbed through me. I felt vulnerable and exposed and not in the good way like before.
A woman, slightly older than me, stepped into the circle of lights. She had blonde hair and her features were twisted with rage.
“How fucking dare you!”
She walked up to Dominic and slapped him across the face. The force of the blow made his softening cock judder from side to side. The ridiculousness of it made me want to laugh, but I knew if I did, something bad would happen.
She pulled her hand back for another blow and Dominic grabbed her wrist.
“Gillian,” he said. “Calm down.”
She struggled in his grip. “Don’t you tell me to calm down, you prick.” She tried to knee him in the groin, but he swiveled his hips away from her like a naked matador.
I stood frozen in terror, not knowing what to say.
She turned to face me. “And you? You little slut.”
“Enough already,” he said.
“No. Tell your little whore to leave.”
“Gillian!”
“This bitch needs to go. Now!”
I still had the sheet wrapped around me. I snatched my clothes and shoes from where they lay around the floor, gathering them up into a bundle against my chest. Then I ran for the door.
I heard Dominic call out behind me. “Angela, wait!”
But I didn't wait. I ran to the door. Past the broken bottle of wine that sat beside it, the one Gillian must have dropped when she walked in to find us. Then I was out in the hallway.
I stabbed the button for the elevator and threw my blouse over my head. The elevator doors opened and I jumped in. I jabbed the “close” button as fast as I could. As the door slid closed, I was sure I heard footsteps running towards the elevator in the hall.
I slung on the rest of my clothes before anyone else decided they needed to use the elevator. Confused thoughts ran through my head. My night had gone from amazing to shit in the span of a few seconds.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened on the first floor entranceway. I ran out the heavy metal doors and into the cool, dark, anonymous night. I promised myself I would never talk to Dominic ever again.
Chapter 5
My night had been a disaster.
I cried until my pillow was soaked and cursed his name until my
throat was raw. Dominic Bell, the bastard with blue eyes. I could still feel those eyes studying me as he sketched me. I could feel them crawling on my skin beneath my pajamas like skittering insects.
I should have known better. A man that beautiful and that talented must have a hundred girls clamoring for his attention. I was naive to think he would be interested in a woman like me. I had too many curves and too many brain cells and too much self-respect.