I woke to the smell of bacon.
That was unusually early.
Leah generally believed breakfast should happen sometime after coffee, and bacon was for weekend breakfasts. Workday breakfast was toast.
When I walked into the kitchen, she already had eggs on the stove.
Stretching and yawning, I asked,
“Why are you awake at 6:20?”
“Morning.”
She smiled.
It looked real.
It just didn’t stay very long.
“Couldn’t really sleep. Decided I might as well start the day.”
Looking Leah over, I was worried she was about to spiral again.
“You okay? Anything I can do to help?”
“No, it’s the job offer. I hadn’t realized I could maybe start my own company. That I had the credibility to actually get contracts. Maybe I should build something myself? But then my mother would try to compete with me. Can’t have two Takahashi companies running around.”
I took a bite of toast, letting her continue her train of thought.
“But I could take the job and grow the company the way I wanted. Set up an agency for the cosplay circuit. Build something with my mother’s company behind me.” She frowned. “But I don’t want her meddling.”
I chewed my toast.
“I don’t think your mother wants to control you. I think she wants you to reach your potential, and she knows all she can really do is enable you.”
Leah looked over at me, surprised. “Oh, you think that, do you?”
“Last night was a truce. She sees you doing well outside her control and realizes she’s going to lose you completely if you become competitors. She’s not trying to lock you down. She’s trying to keep you connected to the family.”
“I think I know my own mother, Mia.”
“You know her as your mother. I saw a woman who rushed to New York because she was afraid of losing her daughter and is doing everything she can to keep a connection to you.” I took another bite of toast. “How many times have you talked to your mother since moving to New York?”
Leah went quiet.
I nodded. “And now she’s giving you a piece of the company so she can keep a connection with you. This is an enormous investment and a huge leap of faith. She’s moving people, hiring lawyers, opening an office, and I think she’s doing it because she’s afraid of losing you.”
Leah narrowed her eyes at me. “I’ve taught you well, Padawan. Unfortunately, you’re using your new abilities in service of a Sith Lord.”
“You assume I was being trained as a Jedi.”
I gave her my most evil smile as Leah took another bite of toast.
“I don’t know what’s worse. You countering my Star Wars jokes after watching the movies once, or you seeing something in my mother before I did.” She chewed thoughtfully. “I’m losing my touch.”
“Maybe I’m just getting better.”
“That’s significantly worse.”
Leah and I went for a walk in Central Park after breakfast. I was trying to figure out how to approach the topic of Anna, but I couldn’t find a path that didn’t end with Leah being angry with me. Still, I knew I had to tell her.
“Leah, I need to tell you something, and I want you to keep an open mind and try not to be angry with me.”
Leah looked at me suspiciously. “That sounds bad.”
“It is.” I sighed.
“Okay. I swear I’ll keep an open mind, and I’ll try my best not to be angry with you.”
“I did something bad. Like, really cruel. To Lin’s old bully.”
“Is she still alive?”
“Yes, but she might be pregnant with a baby that isn’t her fiancé’s.”
Leah looked at me.
So I started from the beginning, trying to give her as much detail as I could about what I’d done, why I’d done it, and how it had made me feel.
After talking for almost twenty minutes, Leah looked at me, almost impressed.
“You really have come a long way.”
“Huh?”
“What you did was cruel, Mia. But you did it because you love Lin and wanted revenge for what Anna did to her. And you didn’t force Anna into anything. You figured out what she wanted, put the opportunity in front of her, and let her make the decisions.”
She thought for a moment.
“She’s somewhat like Dan in that way. You show him a path and he’s usually quite happy to walk down it. We don’t use that against him, but we could.”
“That doesn’t make what I did okay.”
“No. It doesn’t. But that’s not the same as saying Anna wasn’t responsible for walking down the path.”
“She and her future husband followed me on Instagram!”
“Interesting…” Leah glanced at me. “Did you follow them back?”
“NO. I’m not crazy.”
“Yeah, best leave that gate closed for now. Maybe he knows. Maybe it’s just a coincidence.”
I squeezed Leah’s hand. “I’m afraid Mark is gonna track me down and take me out for what I did.”
She squeezed back.
“I’ll protect you.”
Leah went quiet for a while, possibly thinking, possibly reconsidering whether I was sane.
“I think the best way to show I’m not judging you is to tell you something about myself. When Gregory broke up with me, I had a bit of a breakdown. You caught some of what that was like when you came back from Iowa, but it was worse with Gregory. I… thought he had found someone else, and I decided he should pay. He had a major swim meet coming up. The kind that could have gotten him onto the national team. I got hold of a banned substance and put it in his water bottle.”
She paused.
“He failed the drug test.”
I eyed Leah up and down. This was a side of her I hadn’t known existed.
“He tested clean afterwards, but the damage was done. His coach dropped him. His teammates didn’t want him around anymore. When he pointed to the clean test, everyone said the same thing: of course he was clean now. He’d already been caught.”
Leah looked down.
“He lost friends. He lost his chance at the Olympics. Eventually, he stopped swimming altogether. And I did that.”
“Does anyone know?”
“My mother. She found what was left and made me explain myself. She’d seen what happened to Gregory, so she understood what I’d done. We kept it between us.”
“Why do we do it?”
“Because we can? And we’re bad at controlling our emotions?”
“Great power, great responsibility?”
“Got that right, Parker.”
We got home after our walk, still discussing the times we’d both lost control.
As we sat down on the couch, I asked Leah, “But why did Anna go along with it?”
“Because she’s a sub?”
“Sub what?”
Leah gave me a quizzical look. “A submissive. Someone who enjoys being submissive to a dominant. A Dom.”
“Ahhh. That’s what those terms mean.”
Leah stared at me. “I called you a Dom.”
“Yeah.”
“And then a switch.”
“Yeah.”
“You had no idea what I was talking about?”
“I got the general vibe.”
“Well, based on how you told the story and how you describe Anna, I don’t think she’s mad at you. She’s thirsty.”
“No way. She was angry when I left.”
“Yeah. Bratty sub. Makes sense for a former bully.”
“A what?”
“A brat. Someone who likes to antagonize their Dom to get punished.”
“That exists?”
“Oh, you would be amazed.”
I started reframing my experiences with all this new information.
“What about Anthony? I wasn’t a ‘Dom’ for him?”
“No. He was behaving more like a bull. Maybe taking instructions, but you weren’t controlling him. You were mostly guiding things.”
“So telling someone what to do doesn’t make me a Dom?”
“Not automatically.”
“This is unnecessarily complicated.”
“Wait until we get to service tops.”
“How do you know all this?”
“It’s like knowing the proper names for porn. You get far better results when you know what to search for. Also, it’s a good way to understand what drives people. Lots of people want sex, but they don’t all want the same thing from it. Figure out someone’s kink, and you know what buttons to push.”
“That sounds vaguely evil.”
“We just spent an hour discussing how we ruin people when we’re upset, Mia.”
“So what are my kinks?”
Leah smiled at that. “That would be cheating. You tell me.”
“I don’t know, I just learned about this.”
“Okay, let’s start with your search preferences. What do you usually look at?”
“Tentacles, lots of weird alien stuff, lots of fluids leaking everywhere. Usually they get trapped and it’s done to them.”
Leah smiled at that, “Okay, I know what to get you for your birthday, but tell me, do you see yourself as the one with the tentacles, or the one they’re being used on?”
“Maybe a bit of both? If the story is good, then I’m onboard with what happens. If the lady in question was stupid and got trapped, well, she gets what she deserves.”
“That sure sounds like a switch mindset to me.”
“Because I like tentacles?”
“Because you can apparently watch the exact same scenario and enjoy imagining yourself on either side of it.”
“Oh.”
“The tentacles are a separate issue.”
“What issue?”
“Your birthday present. Say, do you prefer it when they lay eggs, or spray sperm?”
“Eggs. Why do you ask?”
“No reason.”
She tapped something into her phone.
“What about real people? You watch any of that?”
“Just the normal kind?”
“Normal kind?”
“Girls getting it from big dicks, different positions, usually black guys.”
Leah raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“Nothing. Is it important that they’re black?”
“Well… kinda. I do like snow bunny content.”
“Snow bunny?”
“It’s when a white girl only has sex with black men. Usually she’s a size queen too.”
“Oh, so now you know technical terms.”
“Only the important ones!”
Leah thought about this for a while.
“So your general themes are loss of control, size difference, otherness, unfamiliarity, and being used for something. You’re generally not the driver, and it’s not really about them trying to please you?”
I gave that a long thought.
“That was scarily accurate.”
“I try to be good at this. It’s a shame you don’t have any kinks about dominating Asian ladies, but I’ll keep hoping I can awaken something in you.”
She stayed quiet for a while.
“So, Black guys? White guys with big dicks don’t do it?”
“They do. I just like the color contrast. It makes them look like two separate people instead of one big mass of limbs.”
“You are one weird lady, Mia.”
“Thank you.”
Later in the day, I heard Leah messing around in the bedroom before a bright light suddenly shone through the doorway.
“What are you doing?” I shouted towards the bedroom.
“Setting up lighting,” came the reply.
“I don’t think we need that much light in the bedroom.”
“It’s for a shoot.”
“Who’s getting shot?”
“You.”
I got up from the couch and made my way into the bedroom. Leah had covered one wall with a huge sheet of white paper that curved onto the floor and stretched halfway across the room. Several large lights had been set up around it. The bed had been pushed to one side to make space.
She was holding something about the size of a phone, with a little white dome on top, moving it around the room and checking the numbers on the screen.
“What’s that?”
“Light meter.”
“You have a machine that tells you if the lights are on?”
Leah looked at me. “Yes, Mia. But to be more precise, it tells me how much light there is.”
She looked closely at the light meter and made a small “hmm” sound.
“Fetch a barstool from the kitchen island, if you could?”
I walked over and carried one of the six barstools from the kitchen into the bedroom.
Leah took the stool and placed it in the center of the lighting area. She took a few more measurements, then looked over at me.
“Come sit. I want to do some very light makeup. I’m keeping it natural. I just want to reduce the shine so the lights don’t catch your skin too much.”
I walked over, took off my hoodie, and sat down in my bra because I knew how makeup worked and did not need to be told.
“Oh, you didn’t need to do that. This stuff won’t come off with your hoodie.”
Maybe I still had a thing or two to learn.
She finished the makeup, checked the light again, and seemed satisfied.
“Can you put on something white and flowing? Like a chiffon blouse, or one of those loose peasant tops. I want to start with some portraits.”
“Bra on or off? Also pants?”
She tilted her head, thinking.
“Bra off, panties on. Put on the matching long skirt.”
I nodded and headed towards Leah’s walk-in closet.
I knew what color I was looking for, but I was a bit uncertain about the term “chiffon.” I knew it was supposed to be flowy, though. I found what I suspected was the right blouse, along with a long skirt that matched.
I came back wearing what I hoped was the right thing. Leah looked me over and nodded.
“Perfect. Sit on the stool for me.”
I sat down facing her.
“And immediately we’re going to undo that. Turn your whole body to the right. More. About halfway.”
I shuffled around on the stool.
“Good. Now leave your hips there and bring your shoulders slightly back towards me. Not all the way. That’s it.”
“Why am I sitting sideways if you’re taking pictures of my face?”
“Because your face is unfortunately attached to the rest of you.”
She stepped closer and lightly adjusted the collar of the blouse.
“If I put you square to the camera, both shoulders make one big horizontal line underneath your head. Turn you like this and I get one shoulder closer, one farther away. That gives the portrait depth.”
She stepped back behind the camera.
“Now turn your head towards me. Slowly. Stop.”
I froze.
“Chin forward a little.”
I lifted it.
“Forward, not up. Imagine you’re trying to hear a conversation at the next table.”
I pushed my head slightly towards her.
“There. That gives me your jawline. Now drop the chin just a fraction.”
The camera clicked several times.
“Perfect.”
Leah checked the last pictures, then looked back at me.
“Good. Now turn completely towards me.”
I shifted around until I was facing her.
“Feet apart a little, elbows on your thighs, and lean forward.”
I did, bringing my face closer to the camera.
“More. I want you invading the lens.”
“That sounds threatening.”
“It should, a little.”
She lowered the camera until it was almost level with my face.
“Now shoulders down. Let the blouse hang naturally. Don’t pull it closed.”
I looked down. From this angle, the loose neckline had fallen away from my chest.
“Leah.”
“I know. Leave it.”
She stepped around the light, checking me from beside the camera.
“Your face is the photograph. That’s where I want their eyes first. You’re close, looking straight into the lens, so it’s difficult not to look at you.”
“And the boobs?”
“Secondary composition.”
I laughed.
“I’m serious. Your face is intense at this distance. People won’t comfortably stare at it forever, so eventually their eyes escape. The neckline gives them somewhere to go.”
“So you planned that?”
“Of course I planned that.”
She raised the camera again.
“Look directly into the lens. Not at me. The lens.”
I found the dark circle.
“Good. Chin down slightly. Lean another centimeter towards me. Perfect.”
The camera clicked several more times.
“Now soften your mouth, but keep the eyes exactly like that.”
Another few clicks.
“There. Face first, everything else second. The trick is making the second thing look accidental.”
Leah lowered the camera and looked through the pictures for a moment.
“Good. I think we’re done with the blouse. Take it off.”
I pulled it over my head and tossed it towards the bed.
“Back on the stool. Face me again, but sit up this time.”
I straightened myself.
“Shoulders relaxed. You’re lifting them.”
“I am sitting topless in front of a camera.”
“Yes, I’ve accounted for that.”
She came closer and gently pressed one shoulder down.
“I don’t want you posing your breasts yet. Forget they’re there. This one is about your face, neck, and shoulders.”
She stepped back.
“Turn your head slightly to your left. No, your other left. Good. Now bring your chin back towards me without moving your shoulders.”
I did.
“See, this is why I wanted the top off. The blouse was giving me softness around your face. Now I have clean lines. Jaw, neck, collarbone, shoulders. Nothing competing with them.”
She raised the camera.
“Eyes at me.”
The camera clicked several times.
“Good. Drop your right shoulder a little more. Other one stays exactly where it is.”
More clicks.
“Why?”
“Symmetry is static. I’m breaking it slightly. One shoulder higher gives me a diagonal through the frame, and your neck looks longer because I’m giving it space on one side.”
She moved a little to her right.
“Now turn your face with me. Just your face. Good.”
The camera started clicking again.
“That’s lovely. Hold it.”
Leah lowered the camera.
“Good. Now we’re going to stop pretending your breasts aren’t there.”
“Finally.”
She smiled.
“Turn on the stool. About forty-five degrees.”
I turned.
“Too far. Come back a little. There. Keep your hips exactly there, but rotate your chest towards me.”
I twisted back.
“Less. You’re trying to face me. I don’t want that.”
She stepped closer and put her hands lightly on my shoulders, turning them a fraction.
“There. Feel how you’re twisted?”
“Yeah.”
“It will look much less dramatic in the photograph. Cameras flatten depth, so I have to exaggerate it here to get shape there.”
She stepped back and looked through the camera.
“Now bring the arm closest to me across your stomach. Loose. Don’t cover yourself. Just let it rest.”
I moved my arm into place.
“Good. Other hand on your thigh. And give me some space between that elbow and your waist.”
I moved it out.
“Exactly. That little triangle of empty space is important. Without it, your arm and torso become one shape. With it, I can see your waist.”
She raised the camera.
“Shoulders down. Chest towards me another fraction. Chin towards the far shoulder.”
The camera clicked several times.
“Stay there.”
More clicks.
“Now eyes back to me without moving your head.”
I looked directly into the lens.
The camera immediately started clicking again.
“There. That’s what I wanted.”
“What changed?”
“Your body is going one way, your face another, and your eyes came all the way back. Three different directions.”
“So I’m crooked.”
“You’re interesting.”
She took another short series.
“Now breathe out and let everything settle. Don’t pose.”
I exhaled.
The camera clicked rapidly.
“Yes. That.”
Leah lowered the camera and pointed away from the stool.
“Up. Let’s get your legs involved.”
“You can’t even see my legs.”
“You can see what they’re doing.”
I stood where she indicated.
“Face me. Now put almost all your weight on your left leg.”
I shifted over.
“More. I want the other leg doing basically nothing. Bend that knee slightly and bring it across.”
I looked down at myself.
“This feels weird.”
“Good. If it feels completely natural, you’re probably standing like you’re waiting for a bus.”
She crouched slightly and looked through the camera.
“See what happens when you put your weight on one side? That hip rises. Your waist compresses slightly here and stretches on the other side.”
She traced the shape in the air with one finger.
“That’s where the curve comes from. I’m not asking you to stick your hip out. I’m arranging your balance so your body does it naturally.”
I looked down again.
“Stop checking.”
“How am I supposed to know if I’m doing it right?”
“That’s my job.”
She raised the camera.
“Now one hand loosely on your hip. Other arm down. Don’t grab yourself. Fingers soft.”
The camera clicked several times.
“Good. Now rotate your shoulders slightly away from the raised hip.”
I twisted.
“Half that.”
I came back.
“There.”
More clicks.
“That’s the trick with curves. Your hips give me one direction, your shoulders another. If everything is perfectly stacked, you’re a column.”
“A topless column.”
“A very nice column, but still architecturally uninteresting.”
I laughed.
The camera immediately started clicking.
“Don’t stop. Keep laughing.”
I tried, which naturally made me laugh harder.
A rapid series of clicks followed.
“Yes. That’s why I annoy people during portraits.”
“You did that deliberately?”
“Absolutely.”
Leah looked through the last few shots, then pointed at the floor.
“Sit.”
“We’ve abandoned furniture?”
Leah moved the barstool out of the white area.
“Furniture gives you things to sit on. I want to see what you do when I have to build the shape myself.”
I sat down on the white paper.
“Right leg out, diagonally towards that light. Not at me. Other knee up.”
I moved my legs.
“Good. Now put your left hand behind you and lean into it.”
I did, and she immediately shook her head.
“Too far. You’re lounging. I want tension through the torso. The arm supports you, it doesn’t get to do all the work.”
I pushed myself slightly more upright.
“There. See what that does? Shoulder high, waist long, hip low. I’ve got a diagonal running through your whole body now.”
She crouched and brought the camera down with her.
Then she stepped closer and pulled the skirt out along my extended leg, spreading the fabric across the white floor.
“Leave that. The fabric continues the line of your leg without showing me exactly where the leg is. It makes the whole shape longer. Now let the raised knee fall outward a little. Good. If it points towards me, it gets bigger and hides everything behind it. Sideways gives me the length of the thigh instead.”
“This is significantly more complicated than sitting.”
“You’re not sitting. You’re making triangles.”
She raised the camera.
“Hand on the raised knee. Very lightly. Don’t grip it.”
The camera clicked several times.
“Good. Now look away from me, towards the light.”
More clicks.
“Hold everything. Eyes back to me.”
The shutter immediately went faster.
“Yes. That’s the one.”
Leah checked the pictures, flicking back and forth between a few of them.
“Good. Lose the skirt.”
I stood just enough to pull it off.
“Panties?”
“Keep them. I’m not going to photograph them.”
I looked down at myself.
“That sounds difficult.”
“Only because you’re still thinking I’m photographing everything that’s actually there. Sit back down.”
I settled back onto the paper.
“Both knees up this time. Bring the far one slightly higher, then turn your legs away from me.”
I shifted around until she nodded.
“Good. Now wrap one arm loosely around the higher knee. Don’t hug it. Just let the forearm rest there.”
She moved around me, watching the shapes change.
“Other hand behind you again, but closer to your body this time. I want you more upright.”
I planted my hand and straightened.
“There. From where I am, your legs hide the panties completely.”
“So I look naked?”
“You look like you might be. That’s much more useful.”
She crouched and raised the camera.
“Implied nudity works because I’m giving the viewer enough information to make an assumption, then carefully withholding enough that they can’t confirm it.”
“That sounds manipulative.”
“Photography is putting a rectangle around reality and pretending everything outside it doesn’t exist. Of course it’s manipulative.”
The camera clicked several times.
“Turn your face away. Good. Chin slightly towards your shoulder.”
More clicks.
“Now bring your eyes back to me. Nothing else.”
The shutter immediately sped up.
“Perfect. Hold that.”
Leah lowered the camera and looked through the shots.
“Okay. Last setup.”
She looked up at me.
“Panties off.”
I hooked my thumbs into them, then stopped.
“What was the point of keeping them on for the last one?”
“To teach you that what the camera sees matters more than what you’re actually wearing.”
I pulled them off and tossed them towards the rest of my clothes.
“And now?”
“Now I don’t want to hide you.”
That landed harder than I expected.
Leah pointed towards the middle of the white floor.
“On your knees first. Sit back on your heels.”
I settled down.
“Good. Now bring one knee forward and out to the side. Not towards me. Keep going. There.”
She walked around me, studying me without taking a picture.
“Turn your hips slightly that way. Shoulders back towards me.”
I twisted.
“Too much. Halfway back.”
I adjusted.
“There.”
She finally raised the camera.
“What are we making now?”
“You.”
“That hasn’t been the answer for the last hour.”
“No. Until now I’ve been using clothes, angles, limbs, negative space. I’ve been deciding what to show and what to hide.”
She shifted sideways and crouched.
“This one is simpler. I want your whole shape.”
I suddenly became extremely aware that I was completely naked.
“Don’t cover yourself.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were about to.”
I lowered my hand.
“Shoulders down. Lengthen your back. Shift your weight slightly onto the rear hip.”
She watched for a second.
“Good. Now forget your breasts. Forget your stomach. Forget everything you’re currently wondering whether I can see.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“It isn’t. I’m looking at all of it.”
I stared at her.
The shutter started clicking.
“Yes. Keep that.”
More clicks.
“What?”
“That look. You stopped posing.”
She moved slightly closer.
“Chin down a fraction. Eyes right here.”
The camera clicked rapidly.
“Good. Don’t give me sexy. Don’t give me confident. Just look at me.”
I did.
Another long series of clicks.
Then Leah lowered the camera.
“There.”
“What?”
She looked at the screen and smiled.
“You.”
I smiled back at her.
Leah popped the card out of the camera, carried it over to her laptop, and sat down on the couch.
“Come look.”
I put on a robe and sat down next to her.
There were a lot more pictures than I thought she’d taken.
“Jesus.”
“Most of these aren’t photographs. They’re attempts.”
“They look like photographs.”
“We pick what’s good and toss the rest. Don’t hoard the almost-good ones.”
Leah stopped on one of the pictures of me sitting on the floor.
“Hmm.”
“Bad?”
“No. I like it.”
“That’s a very disappointed way of liking something.”
She pointed at the screen.
“I’d like something behind you here.”
“What?”
“Another person. If someone was holding you under the arms and lifting your torso slightly, I’d get this same line through your legs, but your shoulders would come back and I’d have another set of arms framing you.”
She moved to the next one.
“This too.”
“What does my missing person do there?”
“Hold your waist. Maybe pull you back slightly.”
“You’re inventing very specific jobs for this person.”
“That’s generally what models are for.”
“And here I’d have you leaning against them instead of your arm. It would let me take your hand out of the composition completely.”
I looked at the picture.
“So what you’re saying is I need more people.”
“I’m saying another body gives me more shapes.”
“Dan has a body.”
Leah looked at me.
“He does.”
“Quite a large one.”
“Also true.”
“Want me to text him?”
That got her attention.
“I’ll tell him we’re feeding him.”
“You think dinner will convince him to model?”
“Leah, I’m going to tell my ex-boyfriend that my girlfriend wants him to come over and pose with me while she takes pictures. I don’t think dinner is doing much of the convincing.”
Me: Hey, want to come over to Leah’s and help with some pictures we’re taking? I can promise food and nudity.
Dan: Be over in 10.
And sure enough, 9 minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Dan was his usual self. He waved to me on the couch, gave Leah a kiss on the cheek, and asked how her day was.
“Oh, you would not believe,” she answered. “Get undressed. We’ve got work to do.”
She walked back into the bedroom.
Dan followed her into the bedroom, stripping as he went.
“Where do you want me?”
“Behind Mia. Sit down, legs apart.”
I dropped the robe and settled onto the paper between his legs.
Leah was already moving us around.
“Mia, same shape as before. One leg long, other knee up. Dan, hands around her ribs, just under her arms. Lift her slightly.”
He did, pulling my torso back against him.
“Yes. That’s what was missing.”
She crouched with the camera.
“Mia, let him carry some of your weight. Dan, don’t squeeze her. You’re a frame, not a seatbelt.”
He loosened his arms.
“There. Mia, head back towards his shoulder. Dan, look at her, not me.”
The camera started clicking.
“Good. Hold that.”
She shifted sideways.
“Dan, one hand down to her waist. Mia, hand over his wrist.”
More clicks.
“Yes. Much better.”
“What am I adding?” Dan asked.
“Structure.”
“Hot.”
“Very.”
Leah checked the screen.
“Good. Up. Both of you.”
We got to our feet.
“Dan, behind her. Mia, back against his chest. Not square, turn your hips slightly.”
I shifted.
“Dan, one hand at her waist. Other arm across her ribs. Mia, take his wrist.”
She moved around us.
“Good. You’re making one silhouette now, so I need to see where one of you ends and the other starts. Dan, shoulder back. Mia, lean into him, but keep your face towards me.”
The camera clicked several times.
“Dan, look down at her. Mia, ignore him.”
More clicks.
“Now Mia, eyes up at him.”
The camera immediately went faster.
“There. Hold that.”
I smiled.
“Are we making triangles again?”
“Several. It’s much more efficient with two people.”
The camera kept clicking.
Dan’s chest was warm against my back. His arms framed me the way Leah wanted. One hand low on my waist. The other across my ribs. My fingers resting over his wrist like I belonged there.
I could feel every small shift of his breathing.
At first it was just heat. Skin on skin.
Then something else.
He was getting hard.
It pressed against me from behind. Unmistakable. Growing thicker with every quiet second Leah spent adjusting the lights.
I didn’t move.
Neither did he.
The only sound was the soft whir and click of the shutter.
Leah lowered the camera and looked at us over the top of it. Her expression didn’t change, but her eyes flicked down for half a second, then back up.
“Stay exactly like that,” she said.
“Mia, don’t react. Dan… breathe.”
He exhaled slowly against the side of my neck.
The movement made his cock shift against me.
I felt him twitch.
Leah raised the camera again.
“Good. Eyes on me, Mia. Dan, look at her throat.”
More clicks.
The air in the room felt thicker.
I could feel Dan’s heartbeat now. Steady and a little faster where his chest met my shoulder blades.
His cock was fully hard. Trapped between us. The head resting just above the curve of my ass.
Of course it was.
Leah lowered the camera and walked closer. She studied the line of us, already looking for the next frame.
“Turn her,” she said quietly.
“Dan, hands on her hips. Rotate her so she’s facing you.”
He obeyed.
The loss of contact against my back was brief.
Then I was standing between his spread feet. Chest to chest. His erection trapped against my stomach.
Leah stepped in and adjusted my arms. One around his neck. The other resting lightly on his side.
“Look at each other,” she said.
“Not at me.”
We did.
Dan’s eyes were darker than usual.
He swallowed.
I felt the hard length of him jump once against my skin.
Leah’s voice stayed calm. Almost soft.
“Kiss her. Slow. Don’t rush it for the camera.”
I looked at Leah for half a second.
She already had the camera raised.
Dan’s mouth found mine.
It started carefully. Just the press of lips. The shared breath.
Then deepened when I opened for him.
His hands tightened on my hips.
Behind us the shutter fired in a steady rhythm.
When we broke apart, Leah was already circling.
“On your knees, Mia. Facing him.”
I sank down.
The white paper was cool under my shins.
Dan’s cock stood hard in front of me, flushed and already wet at the tip.
Leah crouched to one side. Camera low.
“Hands on his thighs. Look up at him. Don’t touch him yet.”
I placed my palms on the solid muscle of his thighs and tipped my head back.
Dan’s fingers brushed my hair once, then stilled when Leah made a small sound of approval.
“Good. Now open your mouth. Just that.”
I did.
The shutter clicked rapidly.
“Closer. Let him feel your breath.”
I leaned in until the heat of him brushed my lower lip.
Dan’s stomach tightened.
A bead of precome welled at the tip and threatened to fall.
Leah’s voice was quiet. Precise.
“Lick it off. Slowly. Eyes on him the whole time.”
I dragged my tongue across the head.
Salt and skin.
Dan’s breath left him in a rough exhale.
The camera kept working.
“Again. Circles this time. Don’t take him in yet.”
I obeyed, tracing the ridge, the underside, then the wet slit.
His hand finally settled in my hair. Not pushing. Just holding.
Leah moved to a new angle.
“Now the head. Just the head. Soft.”
I closed my lips around the swollen tip and sucked gently.
Dan’s hips jerked once before he locked them still.
Leah made a low, satisfied sound.
“Perfect. Hold that. Look at me.”
I flicked my eyes sideways toward the lens while my mouth stayed busy.
The shutter fired in a burst.
Leah stood and walked behind Dan, speaking over his shoulder.
“Hands behind your back, Mia. Keep using only your mouth. Dan, don’t thrust. Let her work.”
I laced my fingers at the small of my back.
The new restriction made everything sharper: the stretch of my jaw, the weight of him on my tongue, the way he throbbed every time I hollowed my cheeks.
Leah directed me in short, clear instructions.
“Deeper. Now shallower. Tongue flat. Point it. Stop there.”
I paused with just the tip inside my mouth while she caught the stretch of my lips.
When she finally said, “Enough,” my mouth was wet and my thighs were pressed tightly together.
“On the floor,” Leah said. “Mia, on your back. Knees up, feet flat. Dan, between her legs. Don’t enter her yet.”
We moved.
The paper rustled under us.
Dan settled over me, braced on his forearms, his cock resting against my wet slit.
Every small shift dragged him through my folds.
Leah knelt beside us. Camera almost level with our hips.
“Look at each other. Mia, put your hands on his ass. Not pulling, just resting.”
I did.
Dan’s eyes were locked on mine.
He was breathing harder now.
Leah’s next words were almost gentle.
“Rub against her. Slow. Let me see how wet she is.”
He rolled his hips.
The head of his cock glided up and down, catching on my clit with every pass.
I bit my lip.
Leah’s shutter was continuous now.
“Good. Keep going until I say stop.”
He did.
The friction built in long, maddening strokes.
My hips started answering without permission.
The shutter kept catching me every time the head dragged across my clit, every time my hips answered him.
Finally she said, “Stop.”
Dan froze.
The head of his cock notched right at my entrance.
Leah’s voice dropped a fraction.
“Now. Inch by inch. Eyes on her face the whole time. I want every second of it.”
Dan pushed forward.
The thick head stretched me open first, then the rest of him followed, painfully slow.
Leah moved closer, angling the camera toward where our bodies joined.
I exhaled shakily as he filled me, inch by inch, until his hips finally met mine.
Leah was silent for several heartbeats, the shutter clicking softly between them.
Then:
“Stay still. Feel her. Mia, wrap your legs around him. Higher.”
I locked my ankles at the small of his back.
Dan’s forehead dropped to mine.
We were both trembling.
Leah rose and walked a slow circle around us, still shooting.
“When I tell you,” she said, “you’re going to fuck her. Not hard. Not yet. Deep, and slow, and exactly the way I describe. Understand?”
Dan’s voice was rough.
“Yes.”
I could only nod.
Leah settled on her knees again. Camera ready. Eyes bright and focused.
“Begin.”
Leah’s voice stayed low and even.
“Pull almost all the way out. Slow. Let me see every inch leave her.”
Dan obeyed.
The thick slide of him withdrawing made my breath catch.
Leah’s shutter fired in a steady rhythm. Catching the glossy stretch of me around him. The way my body clung.
“Stop there. Just the head inside. Hold.”
He froze.
The broad head pulsed against my entrance.
I could feel how wet I was. How easily he could push back in.
Leah shifted to a lower angle. Camera almost on the floor.
“Now look at her face, Dan. Not at where you’re joined. At her. Mia, eyes on him. Don’t hide anything.”
I met Dan’s gaze.
His pupils were blown wide.
A muscle in his jaw jumped.
“Good. Push back in. All the way. Same pace. Don’t rush the last part.”
He sank into me again. Deep and deliberate.
When his hips finally met mine I made a small, involuntary sound.
Leah captured it.
“Again. Out to the head. Hold. In. All the way. Match the rhythm I’m giving you.”
She counted under her breath. Soft. Measured beats.
Dan followed them exactly.
Each slow thrust dragged across every sensitive place inside me.
My hands tightened on his ass, but I didn’t pull.
I only held on the way she’d told me to.
Leah moved closer still.
“Mia. Open your mouth a little. Breathe through it. I want to see what this does to you.”
I parted my lips.
Every time Dan bottomed out, a soft sound escaped.
Leah’s camera kept working.
“Faster now. Still deep. Still controlled. Don’t lose your shape.”
Dan’s tempo increased.
The wet sound of him moving inside me filled the quiet room.
Leah rose to her knees and shot down the line of our bodies: my spread thighs, the flex of Dan’s back, the place where we disappeared into each other.
“Stop.”
He stopped buried to the hilt.
Both of us were breathing hard.
Leah stood and walked a slow circle, studying us the way she studied every composition.
“Change. Dan, sit back on your heels. Bring her with you. Keep yourself inside her.”
He sat up carefully. Hands under my hips. Lifting and pulling until I was straddling his lap, still impaled.
My knees pressed into the paper on either side of his thighs.
Leah adjusted the lights a fraction, then returned.
“Mia. Hands on his shoulders. Arch your back. I want the line from your throat to where he’s inside you.”
I did as she said.
The new angle made him feel even thicker.
Leah crouched again.
“Now ride him. Small movements. Not bouncing, rolling. Use your hips. Show me the curve.”
I began to move.
Slow circles.
Then longer rolls that dragged him against the front wall of me.
Dan’s hands settled on my waist. Steadying without guiding.
Leah’s shutter was almost continuous.
“Deeper. Lean back a little. Let me see your stomach. Dan, watch her face, not her body.”
I leaned.
The shift made every stroke hit harder.
My thighs started to tremble.
Leah’s voice stayed calm and precise, almost gentle.
“Good. Faster. Still controlled. I want to see her start to lose it while you’re still holding the shape.”
I moved quicker. The wet drag of his cock through me sharpened with every roll of my hips, and the pressure built fast.
My breath turned uneven.
Dan’s grip on my waist tightened.
Leah moved in close. Camera low between us.
“Neither of you comes until I tell you. Mia, slow down when I say. Dan, if I tell you still, I mean still.”
She let us keep going for another dozen strokes.
Then:
“Slow. Half speed. Feel every inch.”
I forced the pace down.
The reduced speed made everything sharper. Heavier.
Dan’s forehead dropped to my collarbone.
He was shaking with the effort of staying still when I bottomed out.
Leah’s next instruction was quieter.
“Stop moving. Stay deep. Mia, look at me.”
I turned my head toward the lens.
Leah’s eyes were bright. Focused. Completely present.
“Good. Now squeeze him. Hard. Hold it. Dan, look at me.”
I tightened.
Dan’s breath left him in a rough sound.
Leah captured the exact second his control frayed.
“Again. Stronger. Keep your eyes on me while you do it.”
I obeyed.
Dan’s hands flexed hard on my hips.
A low curse escaped him.
Leah lowered the camera just long enough to speak.
“Next position. Dan, lie back. Mia stays on top. Hands on his chest. I want you upright.”
We shifted.
Dan stretched out on the white paper.
I stayed astride him, still filled. Palms braced on his chest.
Leah adjusted the lights again, then settled on her knees beside us.
“Ride him properly this time. Full strokes. Up until only the head is inside, then all the way down. I want the motion clean.”
I lifted.
The long, slow drag of him leaving me made my thighs shake.
When only the head remained I paused the way she’d taught me earlier, then sank down in one continuous motion until I was seated flush against him.
Leah’s voice was soft. Almost approving.
“Again. Same pace. Keep your back straight. Shoulders down. Show me everything.”
I rose and fell.
The wet sound of it filled the room.
Dan’s hands rested on my thighs. Thumbs stroking absently.
But he didn’t take control.
He let me move exactly as Leah directed.
She circled us, shooting the stretch around his cock as I rose, the moment I took him all the way back in, and the tension that jumped through Dan’s stomach every time I reached the bottom.
“Faster now. Still full strokes. Don’t shorten them.”
I obeyed.
The rhythm built.
Heat coiled low and tight.
My breath came in short, broken sounds.
Dan’s hips started to lift to meet me despite himself.
Leah’s voice cut through cleanly.
“Dan. Still. Let her do the work.”
He locked his body down.
The effort showed in the corded muscle of his arms and the tight set of his jaw.
I kept moving. Rising and falling on the thick length of him while Leah captured every second.
She knelt close again. Camera almost between my thighs.
“Mia. Look at me. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see it when it starts to take you.”
I forced my gaze to the dark circle of the lens.
Dan was buried deep inside me, but I kept looking at Leah.
Somehow being watched by her made every slow stroke feel sharper.
My movements grew less smooth.
My thighs burned.
Leah’s next words were quiet and absolute.
“Don’t stop. Don’t speed up. Stay exactly there. You’re going to come on him like this, slow and deep, looking at me.”
The command landed like a hand on the back of my neck.
I kept the rhythm she had set.
Every downward stroke drove him against the place that made my vision blur.
The coil inside me wound tighter and tighter.
Dan’s voice was rough.
“Leah—”
“Not yet,” she said, still watching me through the lens.
“She first. You hold.”
I broke first.
The orgasm rolled through me in long, shaking waves.
I stayed upright the way she’d told me to.
Eyes locked on the camera.
Body clenching hard around Dan’s cock as I came.
Leah’s shutter fired in a rapid, relentless burst, catching every tremor, every helpless sound, every pulse of my body around him.
When the last wave finally eased, I was trembling and slick with sweat.
Dan was still hard inside me.
Still holding perfectly still.
Eyes dark with strain.
Leah lowered the camera slowly.
Her voice was calm. Almost gentle.
“Good. Stay exactly where you are. We’re not finished.”
She checked the last frames, then looked at Dan.
“Your turn.”
Dan let out a strained laugh.
“Thank fuck.”
“Don’t thank me yet.”
Leah looked at me.
“Off him. Slowly.”
“Mia. Lift off him. Slow. Let me see him leave you.”
I rose on shaking thighs.
Dan slipped out of me wet and painfully hard, his cock springing back against his stomach.
One click.
I looked at Leah.
She wasn’t photographing me anymore.
“On your hands and knees. Face the far light. Ass toward me.”
I turned and settled into position.
The paper was cool under my palms.
Leah moved behind me. Adjusting my knees wider with the light pressure of her foot until the stance satisfied her.
“Dan, behind her. Hands on her hips. Don’t enter her.”
His hands settled around my waist.
“Good. That’s what I want. Your hands look enormous on her.”
He knelt between my legs.
His hands settled on my hips. Thumbs spanning a shocking amount of skin.
The head of his cock brushed the slick cleft of me and stayed there. Heavy and hot.
Leah crouched low. Shooting the contrast. His larger hands. The way his body dwarfed mine from this angle.
“Good. Now look at each other over your shoulder, Mia. Dan, eyes on her face.”
I twisted to meet his gaze.
His expression was strained. Focused. Barely holding.
Leah’s voice stayed even.
“Put it back in.”
Dan pushed into me in one long stroke. I was still open from riding him, and he went deep enough that my arms almost gave out beneath me.
The shutter snapped.
“Mia, stay there. Dan, look at what you just did.”
I felt him twitch inside me.
“That’s the picture.”
He held.
I could feel every pulse of him inside me. The way my body fluttered around the intrusion.
Leah moved to the side. Camera low. Framing the place where we joined and the tense line of Dan’s stomach.
“Now fuck her.”
Dan hesitated.
Leah lowered the camera slightly.
“You don’t need my rhythm this time. I want yours.”
That changed him.
The first few strokes were still careful, but they didn’t stay that way. His hands tightened around my hips and the pace built naturally, each thrust knocking more of the pose out of me.
Leah followed with the camera instead of correcting us.
He obeyed.
The rhythm deepened.
My breasts swayed with every thrust.
Leah stopped worrying about the shape.
She caught my fingers digging into the paper. Dan’s grip slipping lower on my hips. The strain spreading across his face whenever I pushed back into him.
“Yes,” she murmured. “That’s better.”
“Mia. Forearms. Chest down, hips up.”
I lowered myself. The change drove him against a different spot inside me, and my next breath came out embarrassingly loud.
Dan’s grip on my hips tightened.
A rough sound escaped him.
Leah knelt close beside us.
“Dan, give me her face.”
He didn’t understand.
“Hair. Turn her toward me.”
His fingers slid into my hair and pulled just enough to bring my face around.
“There.”
I met the dark circle of the lens while he kept moving inside me.
Leah’s eyes were bright. Completely absorbed.
“Good. Keep that pace. Mia, don’t close your eyes. I want everything.”
Dan kept fucking me, but I was watching Leah.
Every time my face slipped, every time a sound escaped me, the shutter answered. After a while I couldn’t tell whether I was reacting to Dan or to knowing she’d caught it.
Leah’s next command was quiet and absolute.
“Dan.”
He stopped instantly, buried deep.
“Oh, that’s interesting.”
His hands were shaking on my hips.
“You really will stop when I tell you.”
Leah stood and walked in front of me. Crouching so the camera was level with my face.
Leah looked at me.
“Make it difficult for him.”
I knew exactly what she meant.
I tightened around Dan and felt his whole body jerk behind me.
“Fuck, Mia.”
The shutter fired.
Leah smiled behind the camera.
“Again.”
She rose. Moved behind us again. And spoke with the same calm precision she had used since the first portrait.
“Move.”
Dan did.
There was nothing measured about it anymore. Whatever careful rhythm Leah had trained into him earlier disappeared within seconds. His grip tightened, his breathing broke apart, and I had to brace myself against the paper to stay where Leah wanted me.
She didn’t correct him.
That was when I realized this was what she wanted now.
He drove into me harder.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.
I felt him swell even thicker inside me.
The first warning pulse.
“Now,” Leah said softly. “Come. Stay inside her.”
Dan drove in as deep as he could and stopped. A broken groan tore out of him as he came, his cock jerking inside me with each hot pulse. My body clenched around him on instinct.
The shutter never stopped.
Dan tried to keep his face turned toward me for the camera. He lasted maybe two seconds before his forehead dropped between my shoulder blades.
Leah kept shooting.
When the last tremor left him he stayed buried.
Forehead pressed between my shoulder blades.
Breathing like he had run hard.
The shutter finally stopped.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Then Leah looked at the screen.
“Oh.”
I twisted my head as far as Dan’s weight allowed.
“Good oh or bad oh?”
“Very good oh.”
“Stay joined. Don’t move yet.”
She walked to the laptop. Slotted the card in. Studied the screen in silence for several long seconds.
Then she turned back. Eyes bright.
“Good. We’re going to do one more series while he’s still soft and messy inside you. Then we switch.”
She picked the camera up again.
“Mia. On your back. Legs open. Dan, stay over her. I want to see what he left.”
Leah’s voice stayed calm and precise.
“Slowly. Dan, ease her onto her back without leaving her. Keep yourself inside.”
He shifted his weight. Guiding me down until my shoulder blades met the paper.
His body followed. Still joined to me. The softening length of him resting heavy and slick within the mess he had left.
Leah moved around us. Adjusting a light a fraction. Then dropping to one knee.
“Legs open wider, Mia. Knees bent. Feet flat. Let me see everything.”
I obeyed.
The cool air touched the wetness between my thighs.
Dan’s cock, half-hard and glossy, shifted inside me with the movement.
Leah’s shutter began its quiet work again.
“Dan. Brace on your hands. Look down at where you’re still in her. I want that expression.”
He did.
I felt the slight twitch of him as he took in the sight.
His spend already starting to leak around the soft shaft still buried in me.
Leah captured the exact moment his jaw tightened.
“Good. Now pull out. Very slow. All the way.”
Dan withdrew.
The thick, wet slide left me empty and open.
A warm trickle followed him. Slipping down toward the paper.
Leah’s camera stayed low. Focused between my legs.
“Hold there. Don’t clean her. Don’t touch. Just look.”
He stayed poised above me. Breathing unevenly.
Leah shot a short series.
My spread thighs.
The glistening folds.
The slow seep of what he had left inside.
“Mia. Reach down. Spread yourself open for me. Two fingers. Show me how full you still are.”
My face burned.
But I did as she said.
The slick heat of his come coated my fingers.
Leah’s shutter fired in a rapid burst.
“Perfect. Eyes on the lens. Don’t look away.”
I held the pose. Fingers holding myself open. While she moved from angle to angle.
Dan’s cock, still wet and slowly hardening again, hung heavy between us.
Leah noticed.
“Already?” she murmured, almost to herself.
Then, clearer:
“Dan. Stroke yourself. Slow. Use what’s on you. I want you hard again while you watch her like this.”
He wrapped a hand around his shaft and began to work it.
Eyes locked on the mess between my legs.
The soft, wet sound of his fist joined the quiet click of the camera.
Leah shot both of us.
My open body.
His hand moving.
The growing thickness of him.
When he was fully hard again she spoke.
“Stop. On your back, Dan. Mia, straddle his face. Facing his feet.”
Dan dropped onto the paper.
I climbed over him, facing his feet, and planted my hands on his stomach.
Leah nudged my knees wider.
“There. Hold.”
“Lower. Not all the way. Hover.”
I lowered myself until his tongue could just reach me.
The first touch pulled a sound out of me.
Click.
Of course. That was what she wanted.
“Dan. Clean her up. Slowly.”
His tongue dragged slowly through the mess he’d left behind, and I shuddered.
Leah moved around us, but this time I understood what she was chasing. My thighs tightening whenever Dan found the right spot. My fingers digging into his stomach. His face disappearing beneath me.
“More.”
Dan’s tongue pushed deeper.
My hips jerked before I could stop them.
The shutter answered immediately.
“Exactly.”
Leah’s voice stayed even.
“Stay still. Let him work.”
I tightened my fingers against Dan’s stomach and fought the urge to move my hips.
“Hands stay soft, Mia.”
Fuck.
I relaxed them too.
His mouth was hot against me, everything around it cool and wet where the air touched my skin. My arms started to tremble.
The shutter sped up.
Apparently Leah liked that too.
“Good. All the way down now. Use him.”
I sank onto his mouth and started with slow circles, the same rolling movement Leah had taught me earlier.
Dan’s hands closed around my thighs.
“Leave them there,” Leah said.
Leah shot from the side, then above, then moved between Dan’s legs, framing his rigid cock in the foreground while I used his mouth at the other end.
“Faster. I want to see you use him.”
Something about the way she said use him went straight through me.
I rolled my hips harder against his mouth.
Something about the way she said use him went straight through me.
I rolled my hips harder against his mouth.
“Don’t come.”
I nearly laughed.
“That’s becoming a theme.”
“You’re very photogenic when frustrated.”
Dan made some muffled sound underneath me.
“You don’t get a vote right now,” Leah told him.
I kept moving, no longer bothering to pretend I wasn’t using him exactly the way Leah wanted.
Dan held on to my thighs and kept working beneath me while I chased the pressure higher.
Leah came around in front of me and crouched until the lens was directly in my eyeline.
I looked into it before she even asked.
Leah smiled.
“Learning.”
“Shut up.”
“Keep going.”
I kept my eyes on Leah through the lens while Dan worked underneath me.
That was the part I was starting to understand.
Dan was getting me off.
Leah was making me want to.
My thighs started shaking badly enough that keeping myself upright became work. I stopped caring what sounds I was making.
Leah waited until I was barely holding it.
“Now.”
That was all I needed.
I came hard enough that the pose finally fell apart.
My arms buckled, and I caught myself against Dan’s stomach while my hips kept moving against his mouth.
Leah didn’t correct me.
She just kept shooting.
When I finally stopped moving, I was still sitting on Dan’s face.
“You alive?”
He slapped my thigh.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I looked down his body. He was still completely hard.
Leah followed my gaze.
“Oh, we’re not wasting that.”
Leah lowered the camera slowly.
She studied us for a long moment, then spoke in the same calm, precise tone she had used all evening.
“Good. Off him. On your back, Mia. Dan, over her.”
I sank onto the paper, still trying to get my legs to work properly. Dan settled between my thighs.
“Not there.”
He stopped.
I looked at Leah.
She was smiling.
Oh no.
She threw a tube of lube at Dan. He caught it one-handed.
“Use this. Get her ready properly.”
“Leah.”
“Yes, Mia?”
Dan squeezed lube onto his fingers.
“You could have mentioned this part.”
“You seemed to be enjoying the surprises.”
His hand slipped between my cheeks.
I flinched.
Dan pressed one slick finger against me and waited.
He didn’t push.
Leah raised the camera.
“Mia?”
I looked into the lens.
Okay. We were doing this.
I breathed out and relaxed.
His finger slipped inside slowly enough that I felt every bit of the unfamiliar pressure.
Click.
Of course she photographed my face.
“Another.”
Dan added a second finger.
That was considerably more noticeable.
“Jesus.”
My thighs started closing on instinct.
“Leave them open,” Leah said.
I glared at her.
Click.
“Oh, fuck you.”
“That one was excellent.”
Dan rested his free hand against my knee and kept it open while he worked his fingers carefully.
Leah took several pictures, but for once she mostly left him alone.
“Take your time.”
That seemed to be directed at Dan rather than the photograph.
My face was getting hotter by the second.
Eventually Leah nodded.
“Okay. Dan, plenty of lube.”
He withdrew his fingers and reached for the tube.
I watched him coat his cock.
“That looked considerably smaller from the other end of the room.”
Dan laughed.
“Helpful, Mia.”
“I’m providing feedback.”
Dan lined himself up.
Leah crouched in front of me.
“Look at me.”
This time I looked at her, not the lens.
Dan pushed.
“Fuck.”
He stopped immediately.
Leah lowered the camera.
“Okay?”
I breathed through the pressure until my body stopped fighting it.
“Yeah.”
“Keep going?”
I nodded.
“Slow.”
The camera came back up.
Dan eased farther in.
It took time. Every time I tightened he stopped, waited for me to relax, then moved another little bit.
The sharpness gradually faded into an enormous, unfamiliar pressure.
By the time his hips finally reached me, I was gripping the paper with both hands.
“Holy shit.”
Dan didn’t move.
“Still okay?”
“Ask me when my brain comes back.”
Leah rose onto her knees.
“Legs higher. Hook them over his shoulders. I want the angle clean.”
Dan shifted. Lifted my legs. Folded me almost in half.
The new position drove him deeper.
I couldn’t hide anything.
Not the stretch. Not the way my body fluttered around him. Not the mess still leaking from my cunt onto the paper.
“Don’t fuck her yet,” Leah said.
Dan looked at her.
“Just move enough for her to get used to you.”
He started with tiny movements, barely withdrawing before pressing back in.
It was frustratingly gentle.
Then, somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like something I was enduring and started feeling like something I wanted him to do again.
My hips moved toward him.
Leah noticed.
Of course she fucking noticed.
“There.”
Click.
Leah circled us. Shooting the place we joined. The way my hole stretched around him. The tension in Dan’s jaw.
“More.”
Dan paused.
“Me or Leah?”
“Me.”
That got Leah’s attention.
“More how?” Dan asked.
“Faster. Just… don’t go crazy.”
He laughed softly.
“Very precise.”
“Fuck you.”
“Working on it.”
Leah knelt close. Camera almost between us.
“Look at me. Keep looking. I want to see what this does to your face.”
I forced my eyes to the lens.
Dan found a rhythm that worked, and I stopped having to think about every stroke.
That was when it started getting dangerous.
I was enjoying it.
“Stop.”
Dan froze.
Leah tilted her head and moved to the side.
“Actually… roll her toward me. Stay inside if you can.”
“If I can?” Dan asked.
“I’m a photographer, not an engineer.”
Dan guided me over carefully.
Never fully leaving.
I ended up on my side, one leg stretched out and the other hooked over Dan’s shoulder.
Leah looked down between my legs.
“Mia, touch yourself.”
I reached between my thighs.
“Not your clit. Inside.”
I looked at her.
“Seriously?”
“Very.”
I pushed two fingers into myself.
Leah immediately started shooting.
“One more?”
“Greedy.”
“Composition.”
“Liar.”
I added a third.
Leah’s shutter worked without pause.
“Good. Now fuck her like this. Slow. Shallow at first. Let me see the drag.”
Dan started moving again, carefully at first.
With my fingers still inside myself, I could feel the pressure of him through the thin wall between us.
“Oh.”
Leah’s camera immediately sped up.
“You felt that?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Easy for you to say.”
Leah’s voice stayed quiet.
“Dan, hand on her throat.”
His palm settled against my neck without squeezing.
Leah looked at me.
“Good?”
“Yeah.”
“Keep it there.”
He drove into me harder.
The new pose made every thrust feel bigger.
I couldn’t get away from any of it.
Not the stretch. Not the camera. Not the way Leah’s eyes never left my face.
“Faster,” Leah said.
Dan obeyed, and this time I didn’t need easing into it. I grabbed his hip and pulled him harder against me.
“Oh,” Leah said.
I managed to glare at her.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Click.
“I’m gonna make him do this to you.”
Click.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Leah moved in close.
Leah watched me for several seconds.
“You’re close.”
“No shit.”
“Do you want help?”
I stared at her.
“What do you think?”
She smiled and took her camera in one hand.
Leah reached in with her free hand and brushed her fingers over my nipple first.
I made an annoyed sound.
“That isn’t helping.”
“Patience.”
Her hand slid down my stomach and between my legs, fitting around the hand I still had inside myself.
Then her fingers found my clit.
“Oh, fuck.”
She matched Dan’s rhythm almost immediately.
“Please.”
Leah looked straight into my eyes.
“Now.”
Everything hit at once.
Dan inside me. My own fingers. Leah’s hand working my clit.
I clenched around both of them and completely lost whatever pose I was supposed to be holding.
Leah laughed.
Actually laughed.
The camera kept firing while I shook apart between them.
Dan held still through it.
Barely.
I eventually became aware that Dan had stopped moving.
“Why’d you stop?”
“You were busy.”
“I’m done.”
Leah looked at him.
“You heard her.”
Dan’s grip tightened on me.
“Mia?”
I nodded.
“Go.”
Dan stopped posing.
That was the difference.
His rhythm broke apart almost immediately, each thrust harder and less even than the last. I held onto his wrist at my throat while Leah moved around us trying to keep up.
She wasn’t directing anymore.
She was chasing the pictures.
Dan buried himself as deep as he could and came with a strangled groan against the back of my neck.
I felt him pulse inside me, his whole body going rigid around mine.
Leah kept shooting until he finally sagged against me.
When the last wave finally eased, Dan stayed folded around me, both of us breathing hard.
Leah lowered the camera.
She checked the last few frames, flicked backward through them, then looked at us.
“Good.”
She set the camera aside for the first time all evening.
“Pizza?”