“I can work with that.”
“Really?” I sounded like a dog who’d heard the word ‘walk’.
She shook her head but she was smiling. “Give me half an hour to set up.”
“Need me to do anything to prepare?”
“Don’t overthink it. Or go and do a gazillion sit ups or something stupid like that. I can make your abs look better when I edit.” Her grin was designed to provoke.
“I’m an easy client for you then. Not much editing needed.”
Her laugh made me smile.
Half an hour later I was directed into one of the spare bedrooms, which had been made over to be a bedroom that looked like someone had just had sex in it. The bedclothes were rumpled,some of Iris’ underwear was deposited on the bed, and there was a huge lighting set up that made it feel anything but intimate.
I was in my sweats and nothing else, my hair rumpled and my body scrubbed, because I’d jumped in the shower mainly because I didn’t have much else to do – focusing on writing wasn’t happening in the time I was waiting for this to start.
“How do you want me?”
She smiled at the words, knowing exactly what I meant. I took in what she was wearing; a tiny skirt and the same tight vest.
“What will you wear for the shoot with Zoey?” Because I didn’t like the idea of her wearing that in front of anyone else.
Another smile. “Sweats and a T-shirt. This is for your benefit, Gul, don’t worry.”
“Just mine? You wouldn’t wear it in front of anyone else?” I sat on the bed but I was anything but relaxed.
She shook her head, any teasing having left the room. “Just you. I promise – just you.”
Her eyes met mine and at that point I was destroyed.
I could feel a crackle in the air, the hairs on my arms standing up, my muscles tensing. I watched Iris set up the camera, taking a few shots, an eye on me. That skirt was short, miles of legs exposed which I wanted to explore with my hands and tongue when I got to the top.
I still remember how she tasted. I was happy to have a reminder.
“Lean back against the headboard and look towards the window. Stick a cushion over your cock, Gully. You look like you’re setting up a tent.” She was bossy but smiling.
“I know a way you could sort that tent out.” It was going to be me begging at this rate.
She glanced at my erection making it a hundred times worse. “This is a boudoir shot, not porn.”
“I can’t help it. That skirt’s the stuff of fantasies. Are you wearing anything underneath?”
“I’m not answering that. Do as you’re told.”
I followed her instructions, living for her nods of approval. I was posed partially under the duvet, lying on top with her standing over me, looking out of the window with a blanket hung between my legs to conceal my cock which wasn’t behaving. She had me roll on my stomach, on my side, against the door.
“Take your sweats off.”
I stilled. “This is just an excuse to get me naked, isn’t it?”
This time her smile was tinged with sweetness. “Honestly, no. Complete transparency here, I think I’m going to combust. But in the name of art, strip.”
I rubbed my ear. “We don’t have to do this. You know you’ve sorted the lighting for the shoot with Zoey. We can stop now if you want to save yourself the embarrassment of begging.”
“I always finish what I start.”
“Is that a promise?”
