On the bed? The chaise lounge? Against the wall? On my knees? Between you and Ivy?
My brothers, Archie and Corey, would be so proud of me for not saying any of those thoughts out loud. According to them, I fall in love in a heartbeat. To be fair, they’re probably right, but I can’t help it if there are so many beautiful people in the world. Not that there’s anything wrong with a bit of harmless flirting during the shoot. Calvin and Ivy will make it clear if they don’t approve, and then I’ll tone it down. It’s not like anything’s going to happen. Contrary to what my family might think, Iama professional. I would never do anything to jeopardise my job or make someone feel uncomfortable.
“Let’s start on the bed.” Calvin stands and walks over to it. He hooks his camera up to a pair of flashguns. “On your knees.”
My legs go weak, and I almost sink to the floor. The only time someone has said those words to me in that commanding tone was in a kink club. Does Calvin know what his words or the sexy-as-fuck tone he said them in are doing to me?
I move to the bed and crawl onto it, kneeling upright in the middle, at a slight angle to the camera. It’s a really comfy bed, not just a prop. I wait for guidance. Some photographers like to dictate every little detail, while others give me free rein.
“Play around,” Calvin says. “I’ll take a few shots and give you directions if I think you need it.”
“I like it when a man tells me what to do.” That probably came out wrong. Or maybe it came out exactly right.
Calvin smirks. “Good to know. But right now, I’d like you to show me what you’ve got.”
“I can do that.”
I begin by splaying one hand over the bottom half of my face. My thumb rests under my chin, my pointer finger over my lips, the tip of my middle finger rests on my jaw, and the last two curl and touch together. I clutch a handful of my hair in my other hand and stare into the camera.
“Nice.”
As Calvin takes a shot, both of the flashguns go off. I’m used to it, so I barely blink. He arches an eyebrow, which I’m pretty sure means he’s impressed with me. I do as he asked and have fun with my poses. I put my hands on the knot in the belt and freeze.Click. I untie it, pausing with one hand tugging the lace belt away from my body.Click. I let the dressing gown fall open and drop my hands to my sides, curling my fingers loosely.Click. I tip my head back, baring my neck.Click. I put my hands on the bed as though I’m about to crawl towards the camera.Click. Then I lie down, knees bent, feet playfully knocking together.Click.
“I like that,” Calvin says. “Try laughing.”
I dig deep inside for a memory that will make me laugh. I settle on the look on Archie’s face last night, when he came home to find me and our niece, Lexi, dressed as fairy princesses. It was priceless. We were both wearing sparkly pink dresses, complete with plastic tiaras and wands. At least I had a tiara. Lexi got to wear a crown. We had a great time together, drinking pretend tea and eating imaginary cake with her toys. A laugh bubbles out of me.Click.
“That’s great,” Calvin says. “You look gorgeous.”
His words make me tingle, even though I’ve been told the same by several photographers before him. It’s Calvin’s job to put me at ease and boost my confidence, but they mean more to me than that. I get a little thrill at the thought that what I’m doing might be making him happy. Still laughing, I move closer to the edge of the bed, twist onto my back, and hang off so my head is upside down.Click. I play around with the position of my legs—one resting over the other knee.Click. Raised in the air, flicking my feet.Click.
“Back on your knees,” Calvin instructs.
I obey, returning to the centre of the bed. This time, I rest my arse on my heels.
“Turn around.”
I put my back to him and look over my shoulder.
“Take the dressing gown off slowly.”
I do so, revealing the very tops of my shoulders.Click. Then my shoulder blades.Click. Before lowering it so it skims across the midpoint of my back.Click. All the while, I’m staring over my shoulder into the camera. I let the dressing gown drop to the bed. The sheer black fabric pools around my feet.Click.
“You’re doing great,” Calvin says. “I’ve got some beautiful shots. Why don’t you go and change into something else?”
I get off the bed and walk towards the changing room, taking the dressing gown with me. I can feel Calvin’s stare, so I add a slight hip wiggle to my gait, knowing full well it’ll emphasise my arse as I walk. In the changing room, I slip out of the thong and take a look at the rest of the lingerie. I’m not sure what to choose next but eventually settle on a pair of hot pink knickers with a paisley design. They’re the complete opposite of the sexy number I’ve just taken off. Even though I’m wearing less, I’m more covered up. The knickers are trimmed with a wide band of cream lace around the waist and a thinner one around my legs. They’re soft to wear, and my cock is a lot more supported than it was in the black outfit. These knickers will definitely be going into my underwear drawer.
I saunter back into the studio. Calvin is leaning against the desks.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
Calvin raises his eyebrows. This time he’s definitely checking the underwear out. “So you are.”
I pinch my lower lip with my teeth, letting him stare at me. I love the way his gaze skims over my body, travelling from my crotch to my eyes and back down again. There are some photographers who would make me feel uncomfortable if they looked at me like that, but Calvin doesn’t. I don’t know what it is about him, but I feel safe in his presence. Something inside meknowsthat he might look, but he isn’t going to touch.
I smile at him, and then because I’m fairly sure a bit of harmless flirtingisallowed, I repeat my teasing question from before. “Where do you want me?”
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