Therapid knocking at the clients’ entry of my studio tells me one thing clearly…
Averyis not amused with my outfit choice.
Iwatch her through the sliding ss doors with one of her hands clutching her hip tightly, her lips pursed, and her foot tapping.I’vebarely slid the door open to let her in when she holds out the thigh-high ck stockingsIsent over withLennox.
“Ithink you forgot the rest of my wardrobe.”
“Well, hey, gorgeous.Canwe pause for a moment?”Ipull a long tendril of her hair over her shoulder.It’sbeen brushed out into soft, sleek waves.Avery’smakeup is wless.Alittle overly dramatic, which is ideal for pictures.Photographsalways wash out makeup, soLennoxknows to go a little heavier. “Youlook—”
Iexhale asIclutch my chest, feeling my excited heart pump against my palm.
Shetilts her head to the side adorably and her frustration has simmered for the moment. “Youthink?”Averyholds her chin with the back of her fingers.
“I<i ss="calibre2">know</i>.Youlook incredible.”Grabbingher hand,Ipull her into the studio and close and lock the doors behind me.Justto be safe,Ilock the entry to the studio by the stairs as well.IncaseLennoxdecided not to go home.Idon’t need any interruptions tonight.I’vebeen salivating thinking of this moment all week.Itook my own advice.Holdingout made me go from needy to full-on desperate andI’mgoing to wreck this beautiful woman tonight in the best way.
Butfirst things first…
“Whydon’t you head into the set and get changed.”Ipoint to the door leading to the boudoir room. “I’llbe in shortly.Doyou need anything?”This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.
“Yes.”Sheblinks at me. “Therest of my outfit.”Sheshakes the thigh-high stockings at me again. “Inever agreed to do this fully nude.”
“You’renot fully nude.”Ipoint to her hand with a smug smile. “Youhave stockings.Theyare cozy and ttering.Givethem a chance.”
“Finn.”Shescowls at me.
“Avery.”Iscowl right back. “Ihave seen, licked, and kissed every inch of your body and have enjoyed it all thoroughly.Youhave nothing to hide.Remember,I’mnot going to see these pictures.Theyare for you.ButIwant you to experience the full effect.”
She’sunable to argue with my logic. “Isthe room at least warm?”
“Sweltering,”Isay. “Iwant you sweating.”
“Fine.”Sheheads toward the back room but then nts her feet and spins around. “You’renot going to watch me change?You’regoing to see me naked anyway.”
Ifold my arms over my chest.<i ss="calibre2">Goddamn,I’dlike to.ButthenI’dbe way too tempted to fuck you senseless before we got started.</i>PhotographingAverywith cum dripping down her thigh is crossing the line from boudoir to pornographic.<i ss="calibre2"></i>“Forthe next half hour or so,I’mgoing to be very professional.Yourgynecologist doesn’t ask you to strip down in front of her, does she?”
Averyttens a stare at me like she’s surprised by my absolute responses. “No,<i ss="calibre2">he</i>does not.”
“Exactly, so—”<i ss="calibre2">Wait.</i>“He?”
“Mhm.”
<i ss="calibre2">She’snot my girlfriend…AmIallowed to ask her to get a new doctor?</i>Fuck,Ihate this gray area.Wereally need to cross this line before summer is over.
Hell, maybe we should cross it tonight.
“Anyway,Iam going to treat this shoot like you’re my actual client.Iwant you to know whatIdo for a living and howIdo it.So—”Iclear my throat with importance. “Ms.Scott, please go get changed.Ithink there’s a clean robe on the hook right next to the door.Wouldyou like me to grab you a cold water?”
Sheexhales. “Okay, yes, please.”Ican see the nerves in her eyes, right behind the fire dancing.I’mso fucking proud of her.Iknow she’s nervous, and she’s blowing right past it.Iknow she’s insecure, but she’s not letting it ruin her life.Iam obsessed with the way she carries herself.Thiswoman sure as hell doesn’t need me…Ijust need her to<i ss="calibre2">want me</i>.
“I’llknock beforeIenter.Ifyou’re not ready and need more time to get dressed, just say so.”
“Theyare stockings,Finn.It’snot rocket science.I’llbe ready in two minutes.Let’sjust get this over with.”
Herlong hair fans out as she whips around and heads through the door to the boudoir set, shutting it behind her.
Itwiddle my thumbs, giving her longer than two minutes.Iwant her to have a moment alone to soak it all in.Thisphoto shoot will move fast.Notjust becauseI’mtrying to blow past dinner to get to dessert, butIwas meticulous about setting up the shoot.Mylight kit is fixed perfectly andIhave the props staged exactly asIneed them.Ireally wishIwere doing this with aDSLR.ThesetLennoxdesigned is perfection, and it’s a shameI’mgoing to bumble this with a film camera, but hopefully,Averyfalls in love with the powerful feeling of being the star of the show.Maybeshe’ll let me repeat this properly one day.
Myfist is raised at the door, but it opens a sliver beforeIcan knock.Ihear her step away, her soft footsteps on the hardwood floor, soIpush it open and enter.Averyomitted the robe but is doing everything she can to cover as much of her naked body as possible.Herforearm is wrapped tight around her breasts, nearly smashing them into t disks.Shealso has her thighs pressed together so tight her legs look flushed.Herother hand is sprawled out in front of her pussy likeIhaven’t seen it before.
PerhapsIshould be aroused.IthoughtI’dbe fighting a hard-on this entire shoot, butAverylooks so nervous at the moment, allIfeel is protective.
“Deepbreath,”Iinstruct, but she doesn’t obey.Infact, it looks like she’s holding her breath. “Avery,”Isay again. “Takea deep breath.It’sokay.It’sjust me and this shouldn’t be news to you by now, but you look incredible.Sosexy and powerful.”
“Howlong will this take?Tenminutes or so?”
Iexhale. “I’mgoing to do somethingInormally would never offer a client, so you’ll have to pardon theck of professionalism.”
Hereyes light up, no doubt thinkingI’mgoing to omit the photos and throw her onto the bed.<i ss="calibre2">Incorrect.</i>“Comehere,”Isay, pulling her against my chest.She’sso much shorter than me without heels, soIcan easily rest my chin on her head. “Hey, shrimp, can you see over my shoulder?”Iwrap my arms tighter around her, trailing the divot of her spine with my fingertips.
“Ican,” she mumbles against my pec.
“What’sthat sign say?”
Shemutters something iprehensible.
“Onemore time?”Iask.
“You’rebeautiful,” she grumbles, fully agitated.
“<i ss="calibre2">And</i>?”
“You’reworthy,” she says in a huff.
“And?”
Sheleans backward and tilts her chin up to find my eyes. “That’sall it says.You’rebeautiful and you’re worthy.”
“Andyou’re mine,”Iadd.Hookingmy finger under her chin the wayI’vedone a dozen times by now,Irub my thumb across her cheek soothingly. “Itake really good care of what’s mine,Avery.Ipromise you.”
Ittakes her a while to speak, and then finally she drops her arms and buries into me.Herhead knocks against my chest.Herfreed breasts press against the top of my abs.Shewraps her arms around my neck and speaks into my shirt quietly, maybe hopingIcan’t hear.Buther words ring through clearly. “You…are…overwhelming,Finn.Inever stood a chance.”
“Iknow,”Isay.It’showIintended it.Fromthe momentIlearned her name,Iwanted to makeAveryScottfall for me. “Now, if you really are ufortable,Ido actually have some brand-new lingerie you could wear.”
“Youdo?”Shelooks at me, her brows furrowing.
“Itook your advice and called some of those boutiques to see if they would carry my business cards in exchange for showing off their collections for my clients.Theydonated a few sets andIasked for everything in your size.”
Shenarrows her eyes. “Being?”
“Hey, now.Wedon’t talk numbers in the studio.Ijust asked for everything in a size<i ss="calibre2">beautiful</i>.Doyou want to try it on?”
Peelingherself away from me and taking a giant step backward,Avery’sentire body is in in view.Everysoft bow and fleshy curve of her body has me mentally salivating, especially because now she looks more determined thanI’veever seen her.
“No,I’mokay.Let’sdo this.”
“<i ss="calibre2">Goodgirl</i>,”Isay and pump my brows.
Herjaw drops as she scoffs. “Somuch for keeping this professional.”
Ichuckle asIspin her around and pat her bare ass. “Lastone.Ipromise.”Grabbingmy loaded camera from the table behind me,Icontinue in my most business-like tone. “Now,Ms.Scott, could you take a seat on the floor with your back against the footboard of the bed?”
Shedoes asIask andIresist the urge to call her my good girl once again.
“Bendyour knees and arch your back a bit—<i ss="calibre2">there.</i>Good, that’s perfect.”
Icross the space between us and adjust her long hair.Averyhas the perfect hair and style for a boudoir shoot.Ican strategically hide her nipples underneath her long locks.WhenI’msatisfied with her pose,Istep back and allow myself to admire the view.
“Allright,”Isay, “you ready?”
Shenods somewhat stoically, trying not to jostle her hair out of ce.
“Okay,Queen, we’re going to dive right in.I’monly going to put you through one roll of film—I’veonly got thirty-six shotsIcan take, so we’re not going to waste any time on shyness.”
“Okay,” she answers.
Ilower my voice. “Nowspread your legs butpletely cover your perfect little clit with your palm.BecauseifIsee it,I’mgoing to have to stop whatI’mdoing and suck on it.”
Averylooks like she’s torn between scolding my audacity or sumbing to the sexy thought.Herlips cken and her bottom lip parts from the top, just slightly, and even under the soft glow of the mood lighting,Ican see her cheeks flush.
Thereit is.Perfectshot.That’sexactly the expressionIwanted.Thirsty, nervous desire.Andnow it’s time to go to work.
<i ss="calibre2">Click.Click.</i>
“Spreadyour legs a little wider.Holdthat pose.”Iboss her around absentmindedly asItake two steps to my right for a different angle.
<i ss="calibre2">Click.Click.</i>
“That’sbeautiful,Avery.ExactlywhatIwant to see.”
<i ss="calibre2">Goodgirl.</i><h3 ss="inline-image-container">Avery
Wedid not stop at one roll of film.He’shad to rece the camera film at least twice now.Iwas nervous for the first five minutes and then something powerful took over me.
ItwasFinn’seyes and the way he was trying to control his smile as he looked through the lens.He’sbeen scolding me for the past half hour becauseIhave a bad habit of looking right at the camera.
<i ss="calibre2">Stopthat.Lookover there,Avery.</i>
<i ss="calibre2">Overmy shoulder.</i>
<i ss="calibre2">Don’tstare right at the lens,Queen.</i>
Ineeded a lot of direction, but little didFinnknow,Iwasn’t staring at the camera.Iwas staring at his eyes.Helooked so pleased.<i ss="calibre2">Sodamn pleased with me.</i>He’slooking at me the wayIimagineIlook at him.
Itisn’t selfish or unbing to be the star every now and then.Itfeels damn good to get dressed up and feel so sexy and so…<i ss="calibre2">womanly</i>.Inever understood that definition until today.
<i ss="calibre2">Woman</i>.Thatword.It’spower, but it’s tenderness.It’scontrol, butpromise.Awoman can be all things, to all people, which is why she has to be so careful about what she chooses.
Ichose to step back.
Ichose to be told howIshould feel about myself.
Ichose to love everyone else more thanIloved myself.
Andthat’s whyFinnwanted to do this because there’s magic in this studio.Atfirst,Ilistened to hismands, adjusting myself as he saw fit.Thenthe tables turned andIstarted bossing him around.Iwanted to try new poses and different angles.Hephotographed me with the stockings on and then off.Ilet the sexy ck high heels he used as a prop dangle on my foot asIpretended to touch myself.Irolled around in a bed of ck roses like my very essence was sin and lust.I’venever known this energy.Butnow thatI’vefound it,Iam determined to keep it.
Myass and my breasts are bare all over that camera andIcan’t wait to see what these pictures look like.Ican’t wait to see the expression on my face becauseIimagine it’splete.Satisfied.Finally…
<i ss="calibre2">Confident.</i>
It’strue.Ithought confidence would make me feel taller or more poised.Ithought my voice would get a bit deeper and my chin would be permanently fixed in an upward tilt.
Butno.
Confidencefeels like relief.<i ss="calibre2">Goddamnrelief.</i>Thatfinally the wayIfeel about myself is more important thanMason’sdissatisfaction,Palmer’scondescension, or my parents’ tantck of interest in me.
I’mbeautiful to the core.I’mworthy of my own approval.I’mFinn’s…
Orat leastIwant to be.
“Queen, we’re out of film,”Finnsays softly, pulling me from the haze of my hedonic power trip. “We’vebeen at it for over an hour.”
“Really?”
“Timeflies when you’re—”
“Nakedin front of a man you desperately want to have sex with?”
Finn’slips twitch into a cocky smile.Crossingthe room, he sets down his camera carefully and returns to me on the bed.I’msprawled out, with the white sheet strategically draped across my hips.Iwatch his light blue eyes darken as he crawls onto the bed.Ihalf expect him to rip the sheet away and throw my legs over his shoulder, but instead, he rolls me onto my side and spoons me from behind.I’mslightly perturbed becauseIcan’t see his handsome face.WhenItry to roll over, he grips my hip, hard.Iwince more out of surprise.
“Don’tlook, just listen,” he grumbles into my ear. “Youdid a fantastic job.Thecamera loves you.”
“Thankyou.”Isay it genuinely because for some reason,Iactually believe him.Ifelt like the camera loved me for the first time in my life.
Hepulls my earlobe between his lips and tugs. “CanIphotograph you again?”
“Yes,”Irespond without hesitation.
“I’mserious.Withclothes, without.You’reso beautiful,Avery.Myheart is sore from pounding so hard for you.”
Igiggle, but it seems inappropriate becauseFinndoesn’t chuckle back.Ishe not being yful? “Areyou trying to sweet talk me into sex?BecauseI’malready there, buddy.”Itry to turn around to face him, but again he puts pressure on my hip, keeping me locked in ce.
“No,I’mtrying to tell you howIfeel.Ifyou were to move here, toVegas.Wecould call this what it actually is.”
“Whatis it?”Myreply is knee-jerk.Iknow what he’s getting at, butIwant to hear the sound of his voice when he says it.
Finnbrushes my hair away from my neck and nts a tender kiss behind my ear.Hereleases the death grip on my hip and runs his strong hand over the dip of my waist and pulls me against him even closer.Hisvoice is low and deep in my ear. “Wemake each other happy.Wemake each other feel secure.It’seasy, just be with me.”
Iknow he can feel my heart thudding out of control, andIdon’t care.Hedeserves to know howIfeel.Hecalls meQueen, but he’s the one who acts like royalty.Finnis the textbook definition of a fantasy man, and it’s a little hard to believe this is my fairy tale.
“You’dwant me to move here to be with you or move in with you?”
Hemust take my question as validation becauseIfeel him smile into my neck as he grips my bare breast. “Idon’t care,” he murmurs between kisses. “I’mopen to anything except long-distance.Acouple should be together when they decide to<i ss="calibre2">be</i>together.”
Personally,Idon’t mind long-distance, but maybe that’s becauseInever felt as desperate forMasonasIdo forFinn.Buthis aversion is understandable.Hisfather’s entire career was on the road and worked as a cover-up for leading several other lives.Itmakes sense that he’d want the opposite of what his parents had.Ihave a feelingFinnwouldn’t be too keen ifIwere to tell himIwas thinking of pursuing a life as amercial pilot, either.
“That’sa big step.”Iblow out a sharp breath and invite my deepest insecurity into the bed with us.
<i ss="calibre2">Whatif you end up staying with me out of guilt?Whatif you feel trapped because you don’t want to look like the viin who asked a girl to start a life with you and then felt jilted when the spell was finally broken?</i>
“Whatif you regret it?”Iask.
Nowhe rolls me over to face him.Heshakes his head at me, his eyes narrowed. “Nota chance.Don’teven go there.”
“Finn, there are a lot of loose ends—”
“Iknow,” he says. “We’renot on a time limit.Whydon’t you figure out what’s going on withLegacyResortsfirst?Youmake that decision based on what’s best for you.Andthen when you know where you’re going to be, we can figure out<i ss="calibre2">us</i>.”
“You’llwait for me to get things settled first?”
Heshes me his charming, million-dor smile. “Ofcourse.WherewouldIgo,Queen?I’pletely hooked on you.”
Confidenceis a daring vixen and when she’s feeling particrly full of self-love, eptance, and the deepest kind of connection, she just can’t wait.
“Thankyou.Now,I’vebeen naked in front of you for over an hour.Areyou nning on doing something about it?Becauseit’s been a while since we’ve been together, andI’dreally like to have sex now.”
Hissmile disappears. “Waita minute.I’mconfused.Lasttime we talked about this, you didn’t ask for sex.”
“<i ss="calibre2">What</i>?”Isquall.<i ss="calibre2">Incorrect.</i>I’mpretty sureI’vebeen explicitly clear thatFinn’sbody is my preferred drug and my favorite kind of high.
Hiseyes narrow andIclue into what he’s doing right before he says it. “Youdon’t want to have sex,Avery, you want to get fucked, don’t you?”
<i ss="calibre2">Goodgrief, please, no one save me.Letit end like this.</i>
“Yes.”
“Attagirl.”Finnyanks off his thin whiteT-shirt with one hand and discards it like a rag.Thething looked fatigued trying to hold in his muscles anyway.Theshirt is probably relieved to be a crumpled mess on the floor.Sittingup,Finnpresses his back against the headboard as he unbuttons his pants and frees his length.Iswear it grows every timeIsee it.Becauseevery timeIsee his smooth, hard cockI’malmost certainIcan’t handle the size.
Heproves me wrong every single time.
“Geton your stomach,”Finmands as he throws his pants and briefs to join his shirt on the floor.
“Don’tyou mean my knees?”
Hereleases a harshugh. “No.Imeant whatIsaid.You’regoing to need to listen carefully becauseIdon’t like to repeat myself whenI’min this kind of mood.”Hislow, grumbly tenor turns into a growl. “Kneesfatigue.Gefortable on your belly because you’re going to be down there a while.”WhenI’mlying t between his legs, he reaches down and grabs me by the hair, firmly guiding my mouth over his cock.Iopen my mouth as wide asIcan but gag when he puts in more thanIwas expecting.
Finnpulls away and gives me a moment to breathe.
“Ican take it,”Ipant out of breath.Iopen my mouth again, but he stills.
“Yousure?”
“Yeah…Gocrazy.Iwant it.”Idab at the involuntary tears underneath my eyes. “I’lllet you know ifIcan’t handle it.Shouldwe have a safe word?”
Finnrolls his eyes. “Thesafe word is ‘stop,’Avery.Justtell me andI’lllisten.Thisis for you, so the moment you don’t like it,I’llstop.”
Inod eagerly. “Don’tlet me give up.Iwant to swallow you whole.”Iopen my mouth, ttening my tongue as best asIcan, whichI’velearnedFinnreally enjoys.
“Thatdirty mouth of yours,”Finnsays with a smirk. “Openwider,Queen.Tonight, you’re going to take it all.”