Eli

by Shaw Montgomery

  When I moved around the front and started photographing the submission on his face and the hard length of his cock as it strained against the fabric, I couldn’t resist his beautiful body, and nothing he’d said or done made me feel like I needed to. So reaching out, I gave his nipples a pinch, watching the way he squirmed and arched.

  “That’s right. Show me how good it feels. Show me how much you love the pain.” Another tug had him gasping out and his cock leaking precum on the fabric. The pictures would be amazing. I could see them in my mind as clearly as if I were sitting down at the computer.

  The way the passion pulsed around him almost like a flame. The hazy look in his eyes that was part desire and part surrender. They would capture that lost-in-the-submission expression beautifully. Every line of his body waited, and he was just existing for me.

  “Lie down on your back. One leg up and the other on the floor. Yes. Perfect.” Spread out and legs splayed just enough to hint at everything he was hiding, his cock jutted out from his body, straining the fabric enticingly.

  A nightgown…something about the pose made me picture him in a short little nightie that flirted right at his cock. Giving the impression of innocence and arousal, it would be a powerful image. “Arch up for me. Yes.”

  Photograph after photograph, I captured the wicked offering that he was tempting the camera with. Tempting me with. I couldn’t decide where the submission to the camera ended and his submission to me began.

  With each picture I took, we moved further from what the website wanted and closer to what I wanted. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop myself. He was beautiful, and it was like the art was pushing us forward. Eli had to have seen it as well. He knew what the site needed and what the customers wanted to see.

  He had to know it wasn’t for them anymore.

  Just like the last time I pushed things forward, when I did it again, it was natural and unconscious until I realized what I’d done. “Tilt your leg. No, out more. I want to see the curve of your cock as it arches up from your body.”

  It wasn’t quite right. Moving closer, I reached out my hand so it brushed against his leg and trailed down his thigh. Positioning him where I wanted, I moved back and started to capture the image as Eli gasped and a shiver raced through him.

  “Don’t move.” The words snapped out, and he froze and his eyes squeezed shut. “Beautiful.”

  Eli gave a little whimper, and it was all I could do to keep my hands to myself. He might not have objected before, but once I’d pulled back, I’d realized the line I’d crossed. He trusted me, and until I knew what he wanted, I wasn’t going to push him further than he wanted to go.

  Moving to his head, I gazed down the line of his body, and I could see the shot I wanted. It would be incredible, art in its most passionate form. “Reach down and adjust your cock. I want it a little to the left. Then stretch your arms above your head.”

  Eli made another low, needy sound, but he moved one hand to slide his cock over before lifting his arms so they elongated his body. “Not quite, Brat. Try again.”

  I shouldn’t have. He wasn’t mine. He’d made that clear.

  A whimper broke free. “Please, show me what you want. Please.”

  The words were the most erotic thing I’d ever heard him say. Fuck. I shouldn’t. But I couldn’t stop myself. Maybe if he was really mine, and I’d known it wouldn’t be the only chance I might have had, I could’ve fought it.

  Standing, I stretched out over his body, letting my fingers trail over his beautiful skin. Each of the models was different, but Eli’s body was smooth; even the hair under his arms had been removed, and it gave him an even more complex look. The hard planes of muscles, the smooth skin, the obvious masculinity of his cock, the feminine panties that wrapped around it…everything about him was an enigma.

  I could feel his body quiver and hear his ragged breathing as I drew closer to his hard length. His body wasn’t a surprise to me. I’d seen him naked too many times not to know him, but I’d never gotten the chance to explore him. One fleeting touch wouldn’t be enough, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

  Sliding my fingers under the panties, I wrapped them around his erection. He gave a low moan, and his legs started to shake. “Don’t move. I want you just like this.”

  Giving him several slow strokes, I loved the little sounds he made. Soft skin was wrapped over steel and I could feel the pulse of his need in his cock. He would come if I teased him too long, and that wasn’t what I wanted.

  Not yet, at least.

  Pulling my hand away reluctantly, I let my fingers drag up his body again, that time circling around his nipples and plucking at them to keep them hard. His dick was outlined against the lace, hidden but giving teasing glimpses of what must lie below the lace.

  But it was the head of his cock that peeked out of the panties as it mirrored the position of his leg that would pull people into the picture. When he was shaking and so close I could almost see his orgasm being forced back by sheer will alone, I sat on my heels, finally moving my hand from his body to take the picture I knew would be one of the most perfect photographs I’d ever taken.

  He was right on the edge of orgasm. It was clear in every sound and in the strength that held his body in check. “You want to come, don’t you? It’s going to show in every picture. That need captured for all time.”

  Another whimper escaped and his muscles started to shake again, precum dripping from his slit. “Please let me come. Please let me come.”

  Fuck.

  “You’ve been so good. Is that what you want as a reward?” Finally setting the camera down, I reached back to him and started teasing at his nipples.

  Eli gasped out a plea I took to mean yes and nodded his head but didn’t move his body. Giving one nub a pinch, I made a low tisking sound. “I need words, sexy boy. I need to hear it.”

  Squeezing his other nipple, because from his spanking I knew how much the pain would pull him even closer to his orgasm, I waited for him to figure out what he wanted. He shook and moaned, eyes squeezed shut, but he finally found the words to beg. “Touch me, please. Please touch me again. It was so...and I need…Please touch my cock and make me come.”

  Moving just enough that both hands could reach him easily, I kept one teasing at his nipples, and I let the other start sliding down his body. I wanted to take the time to explore every inch of his body, but neither of us could wait. He was desperate, and I needed to see how incredible he would look caught up in his orgasm as the pleasure rolled through him.

  Shoving the lace down, I finally freed his cock and wrapped my fingers around him. Lube would have been better, but his cock was slick with precum, and Eli whined and arched up into my hand. “You have to wait until I’m ready. I let you have a reward, so you need to be patient until I let you come.”

  The little sounds and words that tumbled out didn’t really show me if he understood what I’d said or not, but that didn’t matter. If I got to punish him for being naughty, that would make it even hotter.

  Jerking him off fast and almost rough, I loved the needy pleas that tumbled out of him, and the sexy little noises that made my cock jerk. I couldn’t remember ever being as hard as I was in that moment, but it wasn’t really about me. It was for Eli.

  When he was frantic and my patience was gone, I gave him one last stroke and pressed my thumb against the head of his sensitive dick. “Now!”

  He exploded, cum shot out, and it was like fireworks were exploding in him. The force and passion were indescribable. As he shook and pleasure wailed out of him, I watched and teased at his length, keeping his orgasm going as long as I could.

  When he finally fell back against the platform and I released his cock, I waited to see what he would say. Had it gone too far? Was he regretting what had happened?

  As he opened his eyes, he looked around and sat up. “Well, Preston’s going to be pissed. We can’t use most of those shots on the site at all.”

  What the hell
?

  “That’s the first thing you fuckin’ say?” Standing up, I felt anger roll through me. “I’m not one of your goddamned johns that’s here to just jerk you off!”

  Maybe it wasn’t the best response, but who in the hell brings up another man after sex?

  Eli’s voice rang out, and his anger echoed through the building. “You started this shit! All we needed to do was to get the damned photos done, but now we’ve got pictures that are more porn than I can post on the site!”

  Maybe it was his anger, maybe it was my shock at how things had changed so fast, or maybe it was calling the most perfect photos I’d taken porn, but I snapped. “Well, that’s all you’re good for! A real model wouldn’t have leaned over and waved his ass around like a two-bit stripper looking for a dollar bill!”

  Then I leaned over and picked up the camera, stalking out and only pausing long enough to grab my bags as I stormed toward the stairs. “I’ll get you any of the pictures that aren’t porn, but don’t ever call me for a shot after hours again. If you have an itch that you want scratched, find someone else on your street corner. I’m sure you have a dozen lined up to take a turn.”

  There was a moment of complete silence, then I heard Eli’s voice as I walked away. “Asshole photographers are only good for one thing.”

  Feeling surprisingly dirty and unreasonably disappointed, I headed down the stairs. Brats never changed. They took what they wanted and left you to pick up the pieces.

  Chapter 8

  Eli

  “I just…you don’t mind…right?” The anger had started to fade into something that left me shaky and frustrated. The combination was almost as bad as the rage had been.

  “It’s fine, Eli. I promise. Houston won’t mind. Come have lunch with us and just hang out. It will be okay.” Reece’s calm voice didn’t seem to hide any exasperation for having to deal with my crazy again, but I still wasn’t sure about Houston. After everything that had happened the other night, I was pretty sure he was still ready to kill me.

  “Houston’s not going to, like, tear me limb from limb?” I was almost teasing.

  Reece laughed. “He’s not mad anymore. Just don’t bring it up.”

  I wasn’t sure about that, but I wasn’t in any mood to argue with him. If I couldn’t blast that ass online, then I was going to have to vent to someone. And I resented Houston’s shitty comment that I only called Reece when I was insane. I liked talking to Reece; hiring him had been one of the best things we’d done lately.

  As I hung up the phone, I finally noticed how quiet the office was. The normally bustling area where people were blogging and fighting over advertising ideas or schedules was eerily silent, even for a weekend. When the screaming had begun everyone who’d been working had evacuated pretty fast, leaving me alone as I’d stalked down to the offices on the first floor.

  Leaning back in my chair, I stared up at the ceiling and closed my eyes. As I’d stormed off, I’d ended up down at the computers, but I’d managed to call Reece instead of posting first, and then calling second. So I was doing better than other times I’d had it out with the ass.

  When Reece had originally come in for an interview, he’d seemed so vanilla even Preston had been hesitant about hiring him, but things had completely turned around once he’d started to open up. The boring business suit IT guy had turned into a bi submissive who’d been looking for a master. Perfect for the company.

  He even tolerated my crazy and the circus that the office devolved into sometimes really well. Reece was just so calm and relaxed that he was like Preston, leveling out the volatile emotions that had a tendency to run through the models.

  Looking at things a bit more logically, I should have asked him to come in and just watch the shoot. We’d rescheduled it from earlier in the week, and I’d thought that having the other models around would make both the ass and myself behave more like rational adults, but that didn’t seem possible.

  Roman and I had rubbed each other the wrong way since he’d started working at Leashes and Lace, but I’d thought it couldn’t get any worse than the first fights. Unfortunately, I’d been wrong. I’d also been an idiot. I knew better than to get involved with judgmental assholes.

  But the way he’d looked at me.

  It’d been incredible. It was like I was a living work of art that he wanted to capture and keep forever. I’d never been pushed that high simply by a spanking. Something about the entire experience had sent me right to the edge. But then everything had come crashing down.

  Roman had gone from almost loving to insane in a matter of seconds.

  Even weeks later, I still wasn’t sure what had happened. Looking back, I should have asked more questions—or at the very least thrown a shoe at him and demanded answers. Normally, it took full intercourse before a man went apeshit on me and changed his mind about fucking the guy in panties. Roman and I hadn’t even gotten that far.

  He’d still had all his damned clothes on.

  That’d been frustrating me too. Having him so close but still not knowing what he looked like under those conservative clothes made me a little nuts. Maybe it was because so many of my closest friends were people I’d seen naked, but I was always suspicious of the constantly clothed. They always seemed like they were hiding things.

  But fuck…for that one moment, he’d been incredible. It had all been perfect.

  Then crash! It’d exploded.

  A little part of me knew I’d done something, I usually had, but I didn’t know what had gone wrong. As my orgasm had faded, I’d found myself sticky and stuck in panties that should never have gotten that dirty, and then Roman had lost it. Maybe if I hadn’t been feeling so vulnerable it would have been different, and I could have thought things through rationally...been a little more Elijah in just those few seconds.

  Probably not.

  “What are you still doing here?” Preston’s smooth voice made me jump.

  “Huh?” Straightening up in the chair, I swiveled around to look at him.

  “After that performance, I was pretty sure you’d have stomped off to do something stupid.” One eyebrow went up, and he glanced at the computer.

  He knew me too well.

  “Why are you here?” Maybe I could turn the tables on him and not get a lecture. “You said you couldn’t make it in for the shoot?”

  “I got an anonymous call that you two were going to tear each other’s throats out…or have sex in the middle of the shoot. They weren’t sure which, but both options made them nervous.” It might have been funny if he wasn’t so serious.

  Damn it.

  I was going to have to figure out who’d tattled.

  “We got the pictures.” I wasn’t sure what else Preston expected me to say.

  We’d gone back and forth about what to do over and over but never came to a conclusion. One on hand, sales were up and the site was busier than ever. On the other, the rest of the staff couldn’t seem to decide if the circus the shoots had become were scary or entertaining. Some, like Reece, had tried to stay neutral, but it was getting harder. Even I could see that.

  Not that I could stop myself. He made me nuts.

  “It can’t keep going on like this. You’re miserable, and most of the time you leave shoots ready to crash the website. I was expecting to have to make another panicked call to Reece. He’s going to kill us both if you keep crashing it.” Preston sighed, rolling his eyes. “I already owe him enough time off because of all the overtime that he could swim to England.”

  “I behaved.” I waved my arms, gesturing to the computer and then back to myself. “See, I’m calm. I’m going to head over and have lunch with Reece and Houston in a few minutes.”

  Preston made a strangled laughing sound and shook his head. “Houston’s talking to you already?”

  I sighed and slumped down. “Reece promised to keep him from tearing me limb from limb.”

  “Reece did, huh?” Preston sounded pleased at hearing that. “Well, maybe they�
�ve patched things up, then.”

  “They’re perfect for each other.” I’d known that the first time I’d seen Houston watching Reece. They’d just needed a push.

  “Maybe.” Preston seemed to know I was right, because he gave me a smile and changed the subject. But the smile faded, and he leaned casually into the desk, wearing his you’re not going to like this face. “I need to talk to you about Roman.”

  Shit.

  I wasn’t even sure where to start. “It just got out of hand.”

  “It’s more than that, and you know it. The photos are great, and the sales have been even better. I’ll admit I only let it go on this long because I thought you two actually liked each other and just needed to learn to communicate. But it’s not working. You’re both miserable.” Preston looked more conflicted about all of it than I’d seen in a long time. There were circles under his eyes, and I knew it was lack of sleep that had done it to him. He hadn’t looked this stressed since the first couple of months we were trying to get everything off the ground.

  “I’m sorry.” I shrugged, still at a loss for words—which was really unusual for me. “The pictures will probably turn out great, if that’s any consolation.”

  “It is…but, Eli…” Preston’s voice trailed off, and he looked away.

  Shit.

  When he started talking again, his voice was quieter. “Do you remember when we first started the company, and you said that you thought I should handle most of the hiring?”

  “Yes.” I could tell I wasn’t going to like the direction the conversation was taking.

  “Do you remember around that same time we were talking about roles in the company and our strengths?” He finally glanced back at me, and when I nodded, he kept going. “You said I would probably have to be the one to fire someone because you had a tendency to keep people, even when they were bad for you and should have been chased off a long time ago.”