Tragic
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I nod.
"They will not interfere unless it's time to stop. Otherwise you will only look at me or where I tell you to look. Ignore them completely. They do not exist."
"OK," I say, gulping down some air. That makes all the cameras start clicking again and it takes all my self-control not to look over at them.
"Good girl," Ronin says smiling. "Now, let me explain the rules. We both have power here. I have power to tell you what to do, to make you react, and to get the shots we need. Does that makes sense?"
"Yes, you're here to help me give them what they want."
"Yes, that's a good way to put it. I take care of you in the shoot, Rook, but my hands will be all over your body. Are you going to be OK with that?" I nod. "Words, please," he prods.
"Yes, I'm OK with that."
"And if the situation calls for it, meaning if we're getting the reactions we need, if everything is working, I might undress you."
"Might?"
"We make art here, Rook. We want the models to exhibit feelings that can be felt immediately when people see the pictures—we are not making p**n ."
"OK." More clicking shutters almost make me look but instead I find Ronin's eyes and ask him instead. "Why are they shooting already?"
"Because today is the first time you've ever done this and right now you're looking very sweet and innocent." He grins and wraps one hand around my waist, pulling me into him. The cameras go wild again. "Your reaction right now, as we do this for the first time, is priceless."
I blush and try hard to tuck the smile away, but I fail and try and forget about the cameras. They're doing their job, Ronin is doing his job, and I need to do mine.
Which is, as far as I can tell from yesterday's fully clothed version of a shoot, letting Ronin make me feel good.
"OK, now on to your power. You can give me direction in how quickly I proceed. Fast is not generally something we want. We want to make it all slow so the photographers can get their shots. But sometimes we get going and things move too fast, or maybe you're feeling uncomfortable. When that happens you can tell me one of two things. If you say the word slow, I'll change direction until you're comfortable again."
"OK, slow. Got it. What's the other one?"
"You can tell me to stop. And then the shoot ends and we all go home. Understand that, when you say stop, the shoot ends. So use it when you want things to be over. Not because you want things to change direction. Use slow for that, OK?"
He slips his hands under my shirt and caresses the skin just above the waistband of my shorts and while I know the cameras are clicking, suddenly I stop hearing them. My focus is one hundred percent on Ronin. His touch sends shivers up my entire body and my ni**les perk to attention.
He smiles, like he knows, but he can't possibly know. The shirt is big and there's no way to see them.
Still he grins like he knows.
"Now, there's one more thing you can tell me." His hands retreat and start undoing the lower buttons of the shirt. He stops at the button just below my br**sts and then returns his hands to my waist, but this time he pulls the shirt back, exposing my belly in the process. He looks down at my little boxer shorts.
"I love those," he whispers before looking back up at my face. He licks his lower lip. My tongue darts out and mimics him before I can stop it.
"What's the other thing I can tell you?"
He leans down to my neck and kisses me softly. I know the cameras are going crazy, but all I hear is his breath in my ear. Heat fills my lower body and I have to inhale deeply, making my whole chest rise and then fall with my exhale.
"The other thing you can tell me is go, Gidget." His hand wraps around my neck and massages my jaw line with his thumb while his words tickle all the way into my ear canal. I swallow down the desire that's building in me. "When you're done with slow, you tell me to go."
His mouth pulls away from my neck and finds my face. He's so close our lips almost touch, my mouth opens a little in anticipation and his hand glides up my torso and tenderly grabs my breast.
And then his mouth is on mine, his tongue flicking in, his mouth closing, then another flick. I close my eyes and my head drifts back a little as I respond. He's pinching my ni**les now, ever so slightly, just enough to know his fingers are on me, are in control of me.
He teases me with his kiss over and over. I let him at first, I let him control me with his movements, his hands still drifting up and over my br**sts, a little more forcefully now.
But then the desire inside me takes over and I reach up and wrap my hands around his neck, I pull him to me, I let my fingertips glide down his chest. He's bare on top and is wearing jeans on the bottom. Just a pair of old and faded jeans, but he is so f**king hot I can barely contain myself.
He laughs a little and I pull away, my hands still touching him, still caressing him. I slip a finger inside his waistband and he actually gasps.
"Do you like that?" I ask.
"You're trouble, Rook." He smiles and takes my hand and pushes it down farther and I feel the little hairs that run the length of his belly. I pull on one and he takes my mouth again. His hands are on my ass now, slipping inside the little boxer shorts and squeezing my cheeks.
A moan actually escapes my lips and the camera shutters are so loud I almost have to look at them.
I'd forgotten they were there to be honest.
"They will not interfere unless it's time to stop. Otherwise you will only look at me or where I tell you to look. Ignore them completely. They do not exist."
"OK," I say, gulping down some air. That makes all the cameras start clicking again and it takes all my self-control not to look over at them.
"Good girl," Ronin says smiling. "Now, let me explain the rules. We both have power here. I have power to tell you what to do, to make you react, and to get the shots we need. Does that makes sense?"
"Yes, you're here to help me give them what they want."
"Yes, that's a good way to put it. I take care of you in the shoot, Rook, but my hands will be all over your body. Are you going to be OK with that?" I nod. "Words, please," he prods.
"Yes, I'm OK with that."
"And if the situation calls for it, meaning if we're getting the reactions we need, if everything is working, I might undress you."
"Might?"
"We make art here, Rook. We want the models to exhibit feelings that can be felt immediately when people see the pictures—we are not making p**n ."
"OK." More clicking shutters almost make me look but instead I find Ronin's eyes and ask him instead. "Why are they shooting already?"
"Because today is the first time you've ever done this and right now you're looking very sweet and innocent." He grins and wraps one hand around my waist, pulling me into him. The cameras go wild again. "Your reaction right now, as we do this for the first time, is priceless."
I blush and try hard to tuck the smile away, but I fail and try and forget about the cameras. They're doing their job, Ronin is doing his job, and I need to do mine.
Which is, as far as I can tell from yesterday's fully clothed version of a shoot, letting Ronin make me feel good.
"OK, now on to your power. You can give me direction in how quickly I proceed. Fast is not generally something we want. We want to make it all slow so the photographers can get their shots. But sometimes we get going and things move too fast, or maybe you're feeling uncomfortable. When that happens you can tell me one of two things. If you say the word slow, I'll change direction until you're comfortable again."
"OK, slow. Got it. What's the other one?"
"You can tell me to stop. And then the shoot ends and we all go home. Understand that, when you say stop, the shoot ends. So use it when you want things to be over. Not because you want things to change direction. Use slow for that, OK?"
He slips his hands under my shirt and caresses the skin just above the waistband of my shorts and while I know the cameras are clicking, suddenly I stop hearing them. My focus is one hundred percent on Ronin. His touch sends shivers up my entire body and my ni**les perk to attention.
He smiles, like he knows, but he can't possibly know. The shirt is big and there's no way to see them.
Still he grins like he knows.
"Now, there's one more thing you can tell me." His hands retreat and start undoing the lower buttons of the shirt. He stops at the button just below my br**sts and then returns his hands to my waist, but this time he pulls the shirt back, exposing my belly in the process. He looks down at my little boxer shorts.
"I love those," he whispers before looking back up at my face. He licks his lower lip. My tongue darts out and mimics him before I can stop it.
"What's the other thing I can tell you?"
He leans down to my neck and kisses me softly. I know the cameras are going crazy, but all I hear is his breath in my ear. Heat fills my lower body and I have to inhale deeply, making my whole chest rise and then fall with my exhale.
"The other thing you can tell me is go, Gidget." His hand wraps around my neck and massages my jaw line with his thumb while his words tickle all the way into my ear canal. I swallow down the desire that's building in me. "When you're done with slow, you tell me to go."
His mouth pulls away from my neck and finds my face. He's so close our lips almost touch, my mouth opens a little in anticipation and his hand glides up my torso and tenderly grabs my breast.
And then his mouth is on mine, his tongue flicking in, his mouth closing, then another flick. I close my eyes and my head drifts back a little as I respond. He's pinching my ni**les now, ever so slightly, just enough to know his fingers are on me, are in control of me.
He teases me with his kiss over and over. I let him at first, I let him control me with his movements, his hands still drifting up and over my br**sts, a little more forcefully now.
But then the desire inside me takes over and I reach up and wrap my hands around his neck, I pull him to me, I let my fingertips glide down his chest. He's bare on top and is wearing jeans on the bottom. Just a pair of old and faded jeans, but he is so f**king hot I can barely contain myself.
He laughs a little and I pull away, my hands still touching him, still caressing him. I slip a finger inside his waistband and he actually gasps.
"Do you like that?" I ask.
"You're trouble, Rook." He smiles and takes my hand and pushes it down farther and I feel the little hairs that run the length of his belly. I pull on one and he takes my mouth again. His hands are on my ass now, slipping inside the little boxer shorts and squeezing my cheeks.
A moan actually escapes my lips and the camera shutters are so loud I almost have to look at them.
I'd forgotten they were there to be honest.
