Dark Valentine: Darker Horizons {darkest_fate&JimmyD}

[darkest_fate]

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"Bam," said Bridget Jones nee Malley as she posed in front of the studio logo. The picture of her smiling face, crinkled up as she held up two fingers in victory and excitement looked absolutely stellar if she did say so herself. And she did, because she'd just made the selfie on her phone. The cute, moderately tall (5'10" yo) redhead knew she looked adorable. Bri practically made her brand on looking cute as fucking hell, even now that she'd entered her early twenties and had that ring on her left finger. At time she still couldn't believe that Connor had actually gone and popped the question, and that they actually went through with the wedding, and that they'd actually had a pretty fucking killer honeymoon...

...and that they were actually fucking like goddamn bunnies.

Of course, Bri knew she'd always be likely to be all into that. The curvy redhead had been one to discover the joys of masturbation pretty fucking young, usually to pictures of boy bands and other cute as hell guys. She hadn't even thought to look to Connor, the next-door-neighbor boy until he actually asked her out. It was only a couple of years into dating that he revealed that he sometimes caught sight of Bri masturbating in her bedroom. From then on the redhead would give him little shows. Letting him see how the freckles crawled across her impressive breasts. How her sex had a nice fluff of red hair, proving that she was all natural. One or two ass shots. It became almost a game. One that they definitely carried into the honeymoon and looked to be carrying into the marriage.

To up that, Connor had actually found and suggested Dark Horizons. It was only a short drive from where they lived; long enough away that people wouldn't see her going there or question it ,but short enough that people knew about it and Bri could go during her days off. They'd looked at a few pictures, and Bri had been the one to suggest that they go and take a photo shoot together there. What she didn't tell him was that she fully intended to go on her own and "test" the company with one of their more sultry Valentine's Day shoots. She'd had to finagle her schedule, and that did, sadly, mean she wasn't going to be texting that super cute pic to Connor or uploading it to any feeds... till after V-Day.

The redhead hummed to herself, tucking her phone into the pocket of her form fitting jeans. She'd opted for a moderately cute outfit there: slightly long-sleeved black top with white accent stripes, nice jeans that showed off her curving waist, simple shoes. Couldn't exactly head out of the house in her slut wear. They were supposed to have something she could change into on site. She actually had paused to take a few pics at a few local stores, telling Connor she'd be out all day shopping. That should put him off. Though really, he should realize that Bri wasn't much of a shopper unless it was for fun stuff.

Bri almost bounced into the studio. "Wow, definitely looks as cool on the inside as on the out. Very hip. Dig the plants," she pointed at one or two before almost skipping forward, looking for secretaries or assistants or even the director himself, someone to lead the way to where she'd be getting her time in front of the camera. Because Bridget Jones was ready, bitch.

 

[JimmyD]

The pretty blond girl at the reception desk smiled as Bridget entered the foyer. She took down Bridget’s details and consulted her laptop.

“Ah yes, Mrs Jones. Mr Campbell is waiting for you I the interview room.”

The girl rose and indicated a door part way down a long corridor. “First door on the left.”

When Bridget knocked, she head a very deep voice call out. “Please, come in.” The accent sounded cultured, British but with a musical twang that seemed to speak of the Caribbean. As she pushed open the door, she saw a very large black man, impeccably dressed in tight cream trousers, and a smoke grey short sleeved top that hid nothing of his rather impressive physique. He was much taller than her and his skin was a dark brown bordering on black. His hair was formed into short dark ribbons. His jaw was wide. His eyes were a rich chocolate brown and they seemed to sparkle as she looked at him. He stood with is arms crossed looking at a large widescreen that hung on one wall. In his hand he held a small remote. The image on the screen was of a pretty white woman with deep black hair reclining on bed in red and black satin lingerie. Her hands were tied above her head to something out of frame, and there was a look of lust in the woman’s eyes. He pressed a button on the remote and the screen quickly switched to the Dark Horizons logo. He turned and smiled at her.

As Benjamin Campbell studied the woman he felt his cock twitch awake. She was very, very beautiful. Curves in all the right places and that hair. He would long to push his hands into that hair and tug her to him. It wasn’t often he had such an immediate and strong reaction to a woman and he had to take a small moment to collect his thoughts. She would have to be his. No matter if she was married or gay. He would have to have her.

He took a step towards her and offered a huge hand to her.

“Hello there. I am Benjamin Campbell.” Again that musical tone to his deep rumble of a bass voice. “I am very pleased to meet you.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and consulted his diary. Ahh, married. Good.

“Mrs… Jones?” he smiled, holding onto her hand a moment longer than was strictly necessary. “Come, have a seat and we can talk about what you need.”

He went to his desk and sat down, rotating his screen so it was side on to both of them.

“Please. Tell me a little about what you had in mind.”

 

[darkest_fate]

"Awesome! Thanks!" Bri chirped at the receptionist, after leaning over and smiling at her, being friendly for a few seconds just to make sure everything was good .Bri learned the blonde's name and was already ready to start making jokes when she figured she'd better get going. So the redhead again practically skipped her way down the hall, reaching the indicated door easily enough. She paused as she got there, adjusting things and making another quick, vague status update about being thrilled to try new things.

"Oh, someone's got a sexy accent~" she almost chirped to herself, wiggling for a few moments in front of the door before heading on in. A beaming smile lit her face as she looked into the admittedly handsome black guy. Her eyes, which almost seemed just a shade darker brown than her hair, seemed to dance as she scanned him. Bri didn't usually go for dark meat, but if she did, it would probably before a guy like that. Her gaze flicked to the screen, brows raised. She pointed toward it. "That's pretty kinky," she offered. "Got some Fifty Shades stuff up there."

The logo looked pretty cool too, which Bri noticed as she bounded forward. her hand shot out almost in sync with the man's, taking it. "Yep, literally Bridget Jones. Was seriously a selling point for actually saying yes," she said, rolling her eyes. "Usually go by Bri, or maybe Gidget, I guess if you're feeling weird. awesome office, bee tee dubs," she said, bobbing her head and sliding into the seat.

Bri scooted forward, leaning in a little. "Okay, so, actually I was thinking something kinda like the kinky image?" She paused, bobbing her head, "Only maybe a little less kinky? See, Mr. Jones and I," she straightened slightly, clearly all too pleased to actually say those words, "were going to go for this like, formal shoot with you guys. Put it up on the mantle as a newlywed couple," she wiggled her ring finger, "just over a month! But, like, Valentine's Day is coming up, and I saw the whole website when he showed it to me, including the fun parts. I figured, hey, I'm still pretty hot. If I want to make sexy pics to embarrass my kids with, now's the time. Gotta strike while the redhead is hot," she added another little laugh. "So, y'know, something kinda sexy, kinda flirty, kinda sultry, kinda dirty," she bobbed with each "kinda," "just to help hubby get in the mood." There, that should be more than enough info to get them started, right?

 

[JimmyD]

Ben smiled softly and said nothing for a few moments as he steepled his fingers in front of his lips; his eyes gazing at her intently as he considered. She was so fucking hot. A tasty little slice of white pussy that he was longing to plough. He bet she'd never had eleven inches of thick black cock inside her. But Sweet Jesus he'd have to gag that stupid little mouth of hers. She was using all that cheesy internet jargon crap he hated so much. bee tee dubs? No, either with his cock, or a ball gag, he'd shut that mouth up at some point if he had his way.

None of this showed on his calm, measured expression as he thought. This would not be the first time he had seduced a woman into a situation out of her control. But this one mattered more than the others for some reason. Her looks had sparked a hunger in him that he just could not deny. he'd have to have her, one way or another. But she was a newlywed and so sweet talk and flattery was not going to be enough. He'd have to play this one a bit smarter.

He smiled again and nodded. "Ya Mrs Jones, I can do this thing for you. I'd be more than happy to put a smile on your husbands face ya know?" he played up his accent ever so slightly, exaggerating the Jamaican. It tended to make people feel he was less intelligent and, therefore, that they were more in control of the decisions. It was a ploy he used a lot with pretty girls. Plus, form the feedback he got, they found it hot.

He reached out and opened a gallery app on his laptop and pushed the display out to echo on the widescreen.

"Take a look and see if there is anyt'ing that stands out for you."

He scrolled through a series of images form slightly off the shoulder fashion shoots to more and more risque.

"A lot of the husbands, they like somet'ing a little sexier, like these styles."

He put up three images of women in stockings and garters, push up bras and one in a corset. All the lingerie was black and silky. The makeup striking with harlot red lips and smokey eye liner and shadow.

"Of course, all of these can be... accentuated with a little bondage. You know, most men like to see a damsel in distress, ya know?" He swapped to images similar to the one that had been on the screen. Nothing too fifty shads, just hands tied above, or maybe behind the back. Of course it's all faked, nothing too bad you couldn’t get out in a moment.” He smiled reassuringly.

He looked at her. "I can make you look hatter than you have ever looked before. You're a very, very beautiful woman. Your man will be on fire, when he sees what I can do with you."

 

[darkest_fate]

Bri almost squealed as Ben started agreeing that he could do this. She also almost wiggled as his accent seemed to grow a little thicker. "you have a super hot accent, just so you know," she had to cut in to inform him, flashing a quick smile. She was soon scooting forward, thinking she needed to look toward his laptop. When the image flashed on the screen, Bri pivoted, looking up at it, watching closely as he scrolled through so many shoots. Several of them Bri recognized from the website: promo shoots, shoots of girls looking appealing, shoots of dresses and all sorts of things.

"oh, now we're getting there," she said as the sexier lingerie style shoots went up. Bri licked her lips as she looked them over, wondering. She didn't usually go for the whole harlot lips, smoky eyes thing. In fact, Bri hadn't really figured makeup out until she'd gone away to college and had a roommate insist that she actually do something with her face. Said roommate had mostly meant covering up the smattering of freckles that gave away Bridget's natural redhead status, but the spunky redhead had figured out how to wiggle her way around that easily enough. Now she mostly just did a few light bits, usually involving lip balm or something. Right now, not a lot of anything on.

The bondage things had her considering too. "That is super hot," she agreed, pausing to chew her lip and consider. "We should definitely do something with, like, sexy lingerie. Maybe more pinks and reds? Though I look awful in red," she wrinkled her nose at the thought, before shifting again, "but maybe we could end with a few bondage shots? Nothing too out there, but definitely something kinda kinky. Y'know, set the mood for when he's done looking. I'll just have to buy some fluffy handcuffs or something," she gave Ben another wink, before focusing back on the screen.

"Wow, hotter than ever? He'll probably end up way too excited then..." she practically bounced with excitement, "which is totally the point! I want our first V-Day as a couple to be the stuff of legends! He'll never forget it!" Oh, if only Bri knew how prophetic those words would turn out to be...

 

[JimmyD]

Ben smiled broadly, very much enjoying her responses. She was really quite lovely.

"Mrs Jones, if ya don' mind. I'd like to see you stood up a little bit, take your measure, so to speak." He rose and offered his hand to help her stand up and then slowly looked her up and down, walking around her.

"Ya know, Mrs Jones. I've been doing this work a long time now." His accent stretched the vowels and made 'long' sound more like 'lang' and time more like 'ty-em'

“I gotta say that you are one of most beautiful women that ever walked into my office. If I’m right, and I usually am, the camera is jus’ gonna love you. And don’ you worry about what to wear. We got a whole room full of outfits. I t’ink that red would not be right for you, I’m thinking something like pure black or maybe a little blue or sea green to bring out your eyes. Black stockings for sure, you got the legs to show off, so why not show em off right. Be the time I’m finished with you, Mrs Jones.” His lips seemed to turn her name into a caress with the promise of something darker to come, “you’re husband is gonna be a jellyfish when he sees your pictures.”

He nodded to the image currently on the screen. The woman’s hands were bound with soft white rope. “An we don’ use furry handcuffs here. If we’re gonna show you in a little bondage, “ again his accent shifted the sound of the words so it sounded more like bahndage, ”we have rope, leather cuffs and a whole ,lot more besides. But we can start of with something just a little bit sexy and see how it goes. You already paid the deposit, so we can start anytime you like.”

He guided her to the door, a large black hand resting gently on the small of her back.

“If you come wit’ me I’ll take you to the changing room and we can look at some options.”

He led her to a large, softly lit room. Inside were long racks with vast assortments of lingerie, sexy outfits, even some role-play costumes. The other wall was lined with walk in wardrobes with closed doors apart from one door which was only partially closed. The barest glimpse of something shiny and rubbery could just be seen before Banjamin quickly drew it closed, covering up the move with a steady flow of suggestions.

“I’d start here.” He stopped before one rack mainly filled with bra, pantie and garter belt sets. Packs of stockings sat in neatly ordered bundles from purest black to nude, bot seamed and smooth.

“But if you want to go a little more daring..” he indicated the next rack filled with basques, corsets and bustiers with garter straps. There were also kimonos, baby dolls, negligees and more to choose from.

“Take you time.” When you’re ready, go through that door at the far end of the room. That’s the door to my studio. I can’t wait to see what you choose.”

 

[darkest_fate]

"Sure, no problem!" chirped Bri, almost bouncing up to her feet. She held her arms out at the sides, ready to let him take whatever measurements she needed. Felt a little weird, but it wasn't like she'd sent in the numbers or anything ahead of time. The redhead fought the urge to start humming or swaying or even just shifting on her feet, instead doing her best to pay focused on the man looking her over. After all, he was the one who was going to make her look super hot for her husband, a thought that made her lower parts start to tingle in all sorts of good ways. His comment had her letting out a slight giggle.

"Flattery will totally get you everywhere,' she responded, adding another wiggle of her hips. "Except in these pants. Ring kinda blocks that," she offered, adding a shrug as she showed off the band around her finger. She focused back on the screen as he did, considering the bondage and whatnot. Yeah, she'd never done something like that, but it just sounded like it would be a lot of fun. Plus, wasn't like they were just going to dive right into that. Bri followed the man along as he led her away, struggling to keep silent while he offered explanations to what was going on and what would be expected of her.

The changing room looked amazing! Bri let out a little squeal, heading in without being told and almost spinning as she looked around. "This. Is. Awesome!" she chirped, already looking through some of the lingerie options they had prepared. Most of it looked to be in her size, though some bras seemed to underestimate the size of her chest (common problem, really). She was already flicking through when she heard Ben directing her attention to another. She bobbed her head. "Oh yeah, got tons of ideas," she said. Of course she'd already noticed a pretty hot set of admittedly pretty basic lingerie that she thought she'd look killer in. And there was a set that looked sorta bridal "But he's already seen me in something like that..."

Finally while looking through the slightly more advanced rack, she saw it: an emerald and black corset and pantie set, complete with garter and stocking. the whole thing looked practically made to look redheads sexy as fuck. Like, Bri was pretty sure that she couldn't not look sexy when that was pushing everything into the right place. She practically sang as she stripped off her current clothing, casual threads flying in almost every direction without a care, before sliding this on. Lacy black, tiny thong panties didn't take all that long to step into; she was somewhat used to that (even if she only owned about two thongs). Took her a bit longer to get the top in place. Her breasts kept wanting to bound free, and she had to tuck them behind the emerald with black laced cuffs cups. Eventually they supported, and she had to roll and attach garters.

Thus garbed, Bri took a quick look at herself in the mirror. "Yep, I'm fucking hot," she concluded, wondering if she should curl her hair, if they'd even have stuff for her to do so. She shrugged, before heading out, ready to put it on display for Ben in the studio.

"Ta-da~" She sang out, spreading her arms wide and adding a slight twirl to give him the full view. "I know: I look hot as fuck, right? Or hot enough to fuck," she practically giggled, adding another hip wiggle. It did feel slightly odd having so much of her pale ass on display, particularly for someone she wasn't married to. But, y'know, that was part of the shoot and all.

 

[JimmyD]

Ben had to put a huge amount of effort in to hold his expression neutral as she walked in through the door.



“Raas.” Ben breathed. “Gyal, ya da real anise, Jah… man.” Most of this was uttered in a soft voice not meant for her ears. In Jamaican he’d just classified her as the hottest thing he’d ever seen and a total sex goddess. Ben caught himself. It wasn’t often he went ‘full Jamaican’. But he’d grown u in a strong Caribbean community in Manchester in the UK and sometimes he slipped back into the full patois. Now as he started at the gorgeous woman before him he was finding it very hard to keep up any kind of professional mask. His huge cock was hard as an iron bar in his pants, he could feel it pressing against his thigh as it hung long and straight down one tight trouser leg making the material of his pants bulge out in a way that would be hard to miss.



He shook off the reaction in a heartbeat and mentally slapped himself back into focus. If he was going to stretch that sweet white pussy wide, he’d have to play this carefully till he had her over a barrel.



“You look great.” He said softly. “Your man is gonna be jammin’. Now, coe se what we have set up here.”

He led her over, past tripods and lighting stands, to where there were three small sets in separate cubicles. The first was an elegant chez-longue with a very dark green leather seat and deep mahogany wood frame. Behind was a painted scene of wood panelled walls, bookcases and paintings like in a stately home or mansion.

The second area was a huge pile of soft cushions and pillows in black and red along with silk and staing sheets to drape artfully across parts of the body. There were also accessories such as lareg feathers, boas ,fans and a host of other artful items to hide pars of the body.

The third area was, essentially a small bedroom decked out in black and red, dominated by a large metal framed bed with large corner posts taller than a person. The back wall was covered with hanging curtains in satin. But one wall contained coils of rope, cuffs and other items more associated with 50 shades than a phot studio.

“I thought we’d start here.” He said, indicating the seat. “If you’re man’s into heels, there’s a set of spiked heels over by the door you came in, in a range of sizes. But your stockinged feet are just as good. Take a look around, get comfortable, decide where you want to be and how.”

He walked over to a large table filled with cameras, accessories and cables while she got used to the layout, But he stole several glances at her, admiring her shape and how the lingerie accentuated her figure. She was so hot!

 

[darkest_fate]

Bri giggled at Ben's comment. "I understood almost none of that, but, it sounds like you think I'm pretty fucking hot," she gave her hips another quick wiggle, practically beaming as she did. Every girl really did like hearing they were hot, no matter the language, even Bri. Plus she knew full well that he saw tons of women in his line of work, frequently in sexy clothing (You didn't have that much lingerie on hand if you weren't going to use it), yet he still reacted like that. Bri might not be an expert, but she was pretty sure she could tell when someone was just trying to flatter her, and when they were having a real reaction to all of the gorgeous redhead before them. That sounded pretty fucking real.

Just to further confirm her suspicions, Bri let her amber eyes dip for just a moment. It was almost longer than that, because it looked like someone had jammed a crowbar into Ben's pants or something. Like, his cock seemed to be snaking down his leg in a manner that struck Bri as unreal. Maybe he was fucking with her? That seemed slightly more logical then the guy somehow having a python for a dick. well, he is black...

"Better be jamming something into me," she replied teasingly, offering a quick extended tongue toward him before following along ,taking in each room in turn. It did seem pretty much like "hot, hotter, hottest" to the rambunctious redhead, to the point where she very nearly pointed toward each in turn to give them the labels. That last one looked almost like the set of a porno instead of a more fashionable studio.

"Works for me," she said, nodding and already walking to slide the heels onto her feet. That pushed her ass up further ,as if it didn't already look round, white, and perky. She gave another quick stretch, enjoying the way the fabric felt around her body. She ended up almost lounging, stretching her legs out. "So, something like this?" she asked, looking up at him, batting her lashes slightly. She wiggled, "Man, I wish you had something to curl my hair or something. I feel super drab right now, "though she knew she still looked fucking hot. The crowbar would be indication enough of that.

 

[JimmyD]

As she lounged on the chez-longue Ben could feel his cock throbbing. Jesus this was going to be hard work to stay on task. It was vital he stuck to the plan he had in his mind if he was going to be able to make this bitch his little white cock sleeve. For now she had to think this was all above board and just what she wanted.

“Tha’s perfect, girl. Just gimme a moment to get ready.”

He moved to the light stands and positioned them for best effect, adding reflector low on the ground to bounce some light upwards. Then he moved to face her, his tight pants still showing his obvious arousal as he stared to take some pictures, talking slowly, confidently and almost seductively as he encouraged her to sit this way and that. He liked the fact she was a flirty tease, that made banter a little easier, though it did nothing for his aching cock as she pouted and teased in her poses. All for her husband’s benefit of course, but right now ben read it all just for him.

“OK, get on your hands and knees pet, that’s the way. Are you okay maybe parting those legs just a little bit, now look back over your shoulder towards me like your about to get a nice surprise form your husband. That’s great… really great. You’re unbelievable girl. You boy going to be crawlin’ over hot coals to get to you. He’s one lucky daadie, ya know.”

After about fifty shots from various angles, I pause and take a moment.

“How we doing pet? You a’ right? You breathe easy a minute and then, if you want, we can move along. But it’s all up to you. I think he’ll love these, but you’re so pretty, I think maybe he’s love things a little hotter? What do you say?”

 

[darkest_fate]

Bri fought back some giggles as Ben asked for a bit of time. She bobbed her head, shifting slightly to get into an even more comfortable position, languidly lounging. she could feel her mostly bared bottom rubbing against the fabric of the chair, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. She was almost tempted to start rubbing against it, like an animal leaving a scent trail, but she refrained, instead focusing her attentions on the photographer as he began bustling about the room, setting everything up. Yes, her eyes dropped once or twice to notice his cock, still standing at full attention. The visible arousal just made Bri all the more pleased with herself. She might have shifted slightly, letting him get a better look at her impressive breasts, cupped in the sexy lingerie, when she caught him looking. Or seemed to tap a finger to her lips just when she thought she saw him catching her out of the corner of her eye.

All that before the real posing began.

Bri shifted into the hands and knees, simply kneeling there, slightly kinky red hair falling over one shoulder while amber eyes looked up. She feigned a smile, a pout, even a lip bite at one point, before shifting, parting her legs a little. Fabric rose to attention, cupping her lightly furred sex and drawing attention to that body Ben (and her husband) so admired. She soon shifted again, the movements slightly awkward, almost flailing before turning to look over her shoulder. Hair again slid across one shoulder, some cascades of red still framing her face and neck. Slightly lidded eyes looked up, before she gave a downright flirty smile. Her body flexed, drawing attention to the mostly bared ass. A finger again rose teasingly, slight nail pressed against lips.

"He knows it too," she agreed regarding her husband's luck, favoring Ben with another kiss. She kept going, seemingly not running out of energy despite the twists and turns. Bri's body wasn't all that flexible when it came down to it, and at times her posing was decidedly awkward. She made up for it with more than the usual amount of passion and energy, throwing herself into poses. The redhead's face showed itself to be remarkably expressive: sliding through various sultry expressions: teasing, bright-eyed, surprised, pouting, with great ease, amber eyes always showcasing exactly what she imagined.

She paused and stretched, actually rising up to totter on her heels for a few moment: definitely not used to those. She was tempted to take them off moving ahead, but she'd hold off for at least a bit. "Da'aw, you're just saying that,' she replied, waving off his compliments, even as she beamed. "But yeah, bring it on! Whole point is to make this so hot that he can't keep his pants on," she gave him another wink, before shifting. "That means next set, right? Gotta work up to the ropes and chains, right?"

 

[JimmyD]

Ben shrugged. "it's you're shoot Mrs Jones, You're in charge, I'm just here you make you look beautiful, not that you need much help there."

He helped her get up from the chez longue, only then really noting just how much shorter she was, even in her heels. There was a moment, when he pulled her up that she was stood less than a foot away and his cock raged to be released on her. he couldn't recall ever wnating a woman as much as he wanted her right now. He didn't move for just alittle bit longer than was strictly professional, and he reach up and brushed back her hair form her face.

"I could curl this for ya' if you like, but it's very natural how it is now, very you. But I'd be happy to curl it, or straighten it. I can do makeup, or hair, it's all part of the package."

 

[darkest_fate]

"Well, yeah, but you're kinda the expert I'm paying the big bucks for," she offered, shrugging. Bri took the offered hand getting up, still teetering slightly in the heels. It was strange, dealing with a man that much taller than her: Bri wasn't exactly short for a girl, five ten and all, and the heels added a bit more. But unlike her husband, who was slightly shorter, Ben was actually taller, something that hit her as she rose up onto her heels, balancing awkwardly for a few moments. Bri couldn't help but smile, pleased to actually look up to a man for once (and she really didn't want to think about the multiple levels that comment could cover).

The hand on her hair almost made her jump, and she practically beamed as he talked about it. "Aww, you're still sweet! But I was thinking about curling it. Like, not getting it super curly or anything, but adding a little bit more to it. I already got some of the basics makeup wise," she added a shrug, not really wanting to get into detail about all that. "Bet that must be the fun part of the job, huh? Picking out makeup and helping to curl a girl's hair."

She gave him a teasing look, before turning. "I'm still leaning toward doing that, and then, like, moving up to the next one. But like I said, you're kinda the expert here," she looked up at him. "What do most girls do about now? Start teasing you about your makeup choices?" she offered, fighting the urge to poke or tease him further. She knew it could potentially get her in trouble, but it wasn't like he wasn't a professional that she was paying for a service or anything.

 

[JimmyD]

Benjamin looked down into her pretty eyes. He knew what ‘most’ girls might want to do right now, and she was flirty enough, but he wasn’t about to frighten her off by making a move now. He needed to reel her in slowly.

“You’d be surprised Mrs Jones. Most girls,” He emphasised the words a little, “Like what I can do. I interned with Glamour for a year before going freelance. It helps me to know how to make you look your best.” He guided her to the make up station off to one side of the room and turned on the mirror lights. “Let me show you what I can do.”

It was hard to keep his hands to himself as she sat in the leather chair, still in that skimpy lingerie. With her sat down he got a very good look down the top of the basque and, when she crossed her legs, he could barely keep his eyes of the stark contrast between the black stoking tops and the pale skin.

He plugged in some tongs and, while they heated up, he moved her hair around in a few different ways.

“If it’s a gentle curl you wan’” he said, cutting off the t of the word. “We could try something a little bit like this?” He moved her hair to one side slightly. “Sort of, old fashioned like one o’ dem old time movie stars. Or maybe just somethin’ simple like this.” He arranger her hair in soft curls either side of her face. Raas, you look Hataz, Mrs Jones.” He said, the tone of his voice clearly voicing approval.

“And maybe smoke them eyes up a little bit, make you extra sexy, eh?”

As he spoke, moving around her, his groin was much closer, and he had stopped even pretending to hide the erection. Not grinding it in her face, but it would be pretty obvious if she had eyes in her head.

 

[darkest_fate]

Bri followed along, swaying her hips a little as she walked. She couldn't quite help it: everything about this particular situation made her feel all kinds of sexy, and she got a little flirty when she felt that way. Plus he seemed to know more than what he was doing, which put Bri into a confident position just on its own. She all but bounced into the offered seat, not seeming to quite notice or care what parts of her were on display. He had just seen nearly everything, and he did this for a living, so it wasn't like she needed to be worried. Kind of like being on display for a doctor or something along those lines. She did have to wiggle slightly: she wasn't exactly used to her bared bottom being in a leather chair.

"Alright, work your magic,' she said, gesturing at herself, tilting slightly to get a better look of herself in the mirror. She knew she looked pretty good to begin with, so any enhancements were sure to really put her over the edge. The thought almost made the redhead squeal with delight, and her smile definitely lit her eyes. "I'm thinking more--" began Bri, only to pause and almost point toward the mirrored version of herself, "yeah, that! And thanks for the compliment again, "she gave another plead little wiggle, before settling in.

"Sure, smoke 'em up!" she agreed, adding a slight giggle. "Make me look so sexy that he can't keep his hands off me," she gave him a teasing wink, as if coyly suggesting that Ben also get wrapped up in that whole premise. She did watch him closely, noting that he seemed to be moving with confidence and all. Also seemed to be moving with an erection, which nearly made Bri giggle. Bam, girl's got it going on.

"Hey, so are there any parts of this job that you find particularly hard?" she asked, fighting the urge to giggle. "Like, do you sometimes get all wrapped up in your sexy clients? Or maybe find that one's just a bit too stiff to work with?" Yes, she was terrible ,and no, she didn't really care.

 

[JimmyD]

Ben could not help but smile. Oh yeah, she had noticed. This Goodaz was all but begging for it, and she was g’wan get it even if she didn’t know it yet.

As he picked up the curlers and went to work, his large hands moving with surprising deftness and speed he spoke softly His already deep voice dropping a tone or to be even more earthy and raw.

“Lemme tell you girl,” he said. “There ain’t no hard parts a this job, ‘cept saying goodbye to the pretty ladies as they go back to their men. Girl, ‘tink about it. I make you look super hot, I get to see you poutin’ and flirtin’ and it’s all for your Stulla.”

At her frown, he explained. “That’s Jamaican for a sexy man. You’re man’s a sexy man right? He look after you? I bet he’ll be the hard, one, the stiff one when he see how I make you look.”

He finished with her hair and put the tongs down. He reached for a small make up set and then moved in front of her, leaning down so their eyes were barely a foot apart. he tapped a small brush in some black eye shadow and then reached up with a hand.

“Hold still darlin’, won’t take but a moment, then we can get down to it.”

His cock twitched as she spoke,. It wouldn’t be too long now if he had his way.

(had to rewrite the whole thing as I slipped into first person)

 

[darkest_fate]

"Like you don't have someone hot to go home to," Bri replied easily, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Someone like this? Who looked that good? Who also happened to have a pretty good job and a knack for picking out clothes and applying makeup? Yeah, if Bri were single, she'd seriously be thinking about it. Wouldn't be thinking about it long: She'd never dated a black guy before and they generally weren't her type, but the thought would come to mind. And she was willing to bet there were plenty of girls that would be quite willing.

But, alas, she was married, so she had to just smile as Ben started mentioning said hubby. "Yeah, he's definitely good at the whole looking after thing," Bri fought the urge to sigh in contentment just thinking about it. "Better be good and hard by the time we're done here," not that it was usually hard with Conner. Well, hard not to get him hard, that is. Bri fought back more giggles, lips twitching at the suppression. Clearly Ben had picked up on her teasing and was willing to give it back. Further proof that he could totally get a girl.

Bri checked herself out in the mirror, thoroughly appreciating the treatment on her hair, head bobbing minutely to show it. "Oh yeah, don't want you to poke an eye out," she agreed, closing her eyes. She could feel him getting closer, but this was one thing that every girl learned to be patient about. "This is usually why I don't put makeup on myself though. I so don't have the patience, y'know?" Though she could at least stay still when someone else was applying things to her eyes. Bri was fidgety and excited, not stupid.

"Hey, if you're looking for a girl, lemme know. I've got some single friends and all who'd probably be interested," she offered, figuring she might as well. The conversation had pretty much gone there already, and it was true. Though Bri was racking her brain to think if she had any friends who might care about certain... details.

 

[JimmyD]

“Nah girl.” Ben said with a shrug. “I don’t have anyone at home. I can be pretty ‘hard’ to get along with.” He said, smirking. “But I have my fun.” He laughed a deep laugh that seemed to rumble from his chest.

“There!” he stood back and admired his handiwork. The changes were subtle. The hair softly curled and framed her face, The smoky look around her eyes seemed to make her infinitely more sexy and sultry.

“Now, what do you think? Off to the cushions, or do you fancy something a little naughtier?”

 

[darkest_fate]

Okay, so he didn't have anyone and didn't seem interested. No bother to Bri if he didn't want to take her up on the offer. "Playing the field, I get it," she offered, adding a slight shrug. She'd known enough guys like that, though they settled down... eventually .Though Bri did think she had an uncle or two who was still "playing the field' as it were. Definitely not someone she wanted to think about now.

Now she wanted to star at herself. "I look sexy as fuck," she said, giggling. She twisted, looking up at Ben. "Can I get a pic?" she asked, already moving to her recently shed pants, digging out her phone. Selfie was mandated, and she was more than eager to get one with Ben: "Gotta get the guy responsible for the sexy change of look!" she chirped, adding another giggle. She almost uploaded the pics, before remembering that her hubby might notice .This was a surprise and all.

Fortunately, Ben was a lot more focused on the task at hand. "Still better go for the cushions," Bri said, nodding as she finished saving pics. She tossed the phone onto a pile of clothing, before rearranging the lingerie once more, sliding it over her curvy body. Things bounced and shifted, but soon everything was in place and she was headed toward the cushions once more. The girl practically skipped, red curls bouncing, curvy body swaying enticingly.

"probably a few teasing ones before the last, right?" she asked, looking up to Ben as she almost flopped into place, giggling once more. "I just feel so super hot right now," she said, letting out a squeal and looking incredibly pleased with herself.

 

[JimmyD]

Ben smiled. “let’s just say I haven’t found the right girl.” He said, pausing significantly. “At least, maybe not yet.” He watched her carefully as she used her Phone, noting that she only used a pattern to unlock, a pattern he had noted surreptitiously. That phone might be useful later on.

He watched her intently as she adjusted everything. God she was a damn sexy woman. He’d been hard for over half an hour now, ever since she stepped into his studio in that lingerie. With every passing moment his need to possess her grew and grew. It was only a matter of time, but this last phase would have to be done carefully.

As she flopped on the cushions, he moved a few around, adjusting her position and the lights for the best angles.

“Now, Mrs Jones,” he said, as he stood above her. He hid a smirk. From here she would have a very good view of his excitement for her, “What we done so far is great, but I need something more from you. You bin smiling and flirtin’ with your husband. But now we need to drive him crazy with the idea of being with you. I need you to really show him how much you want him.”

He guided her through a series of pictures, each one just a little more provocative than the last.

“Part your lips, Mrs Jones.”

“Cup your breasts with your hands.” He liked that pose as it clearly showed her wedding ring, another small piece in his plan to make this woman his bitch.

“Caress your skin.”

“Part your legs just a little.”

“Move your hand down like you want to touch yourself.”

Each step was just that little bit more intimate and erotic. And he took picture after picture, never taking his eyes off her. At times he straddled her as she gaze dup at him. Some times he knelt very close. At one point he came damn close to reaching out and touching her, his need to have her almost overpowering, and he had to take a moment to back off and catch a breath with the excuse of changing an SD card.

After another ten minutes of very sexy shots, he stopped shooting with a smile and a wipe of his brow.

“I said it before and I say it again, you are one damn fine sexy woman, Mrs Jones. These photos are hot!” Come look see what we got!”

He led her to his work desk and connected the camera to the computer there and brought up the photos one by one for her to look at.

 

[darkest_fate]

He's bigger.

Bri didn't quite want to have the thought or anything, but it wasn't like she could really banish it, not when the source of it lay just a few inches, feet from her face. This guy was loaded when it came to his cock, or he was doing a really good job faking it. Either way, that primal part of Bri couldn't help but stare, couldn't help but wonder. The redhead did have enough presence of mind not to openly gape, but she did everything short of actually doing so.

Didn't help that he was literally encouraging her to flirt. Bri offered a bright smile, bobbing her head quickly to show that she was entirely on board with this particular plan. "That is the idea," she agreed, shifting again to make sure that her outfit accented her body to its fullest (and considering the body it had to work with, that was definitely saying something). Bri was already lidding her expressive amber eyes, leveling them at the camera and getting ready. Lips parted just a hair upon command, as if hot breaths were just passing.

Another shift. Bri's hands cupped her impressive breasts, lifting them out. They surged, threatening to spill forth from the cups of her lingerie top. The ring sparkled for just a moment.

Then Bri moved, caressing her light skin, seeming to draw attention to its paleness, to the freckles just starting to show. Lips remained parted, eyes steadily locked onto the camera in an "I want you' stare. She drew the touch all the way up, emphasizing her curves.

Legs parted, woman sitting up, nearly staring at the man, curls falling about her head. Then she ran her hand down again, teasing near her sex. Fingers teased just around, flitting about thighs, more suggesting than outright touching anything. She added a slight lip bite, giving the camera a look as if admitting that what she was doing was very naughty indeed.

Then finished, and Bri was hopping up, bounding forth. "Felt super hot," she said ,practically chirping. "Surprised your camera lens didn't melt," she gave him another wink, leaning over to take a good look at the pictures, her breasts threatening to spill out from her top once more.

 

[JimmyD]

Jesus she was perfect. The way she moved, the swell of her tits. The curves of her ass, that slim waist he longed to clamp his hands around. he couldn't wait to fill her with his cock. He'd taker everything she had. her perfect hot little mouth, her cunt, her ass. He'd mount her and aride her like she had never been ridden. He'd...

He snapped out of it with a sharp breathe.

Not yet.. just a little while longer.

This was key, this was super important. he had to focus on the work, make her thinnk he had nothing but sperficial interest. All part of the job.

"Mrs Jones. I'm being real serious now, you should think about modelling for a living. You wer bornto be in front of a camera. Jus' look at hese images." he selected four of the sexiest, most smouldering images. "I've photgraphed professional models who can't conjure half the sex appeal you just displayed with no training." he smiled at her, his eyes only flicking over her full breasts for the briefest moment.

Soon... it will all be mine soon.

"I think we might have some winners here, but I'm thinking, if you can keep that hotness going, and we try the last set, we might be able to capture lightning. Would you like to give it a try?"

He led her over to the bed 'set' and pulled down a set of leather cuffs.

"Since those books and that fil, these have been very popular." He demonstrated the buckles. "They're quite comfortable."

Then he pulled down a coil of black rope.

"But for me, I think rope shows girls of the best, it's the whole, damsel in distress 'ting that gets the heart racing. No pressure, it's your choice, but I think you know how awesome this could look."

 

[darkest_fate]

Modelling? Her? Really? Bri snorted, quickly covering her mouth with her hand as if to try and shove the snort back inside. She looked to Ben as he started sorting through images. Was he serious? Because that really did sound like the sort of thing you told someone when you were trying to make them feel good about themselves. She looked from him to the images he had on display. Okay, yeah, she was expressive, and downright hot in those images, but there were a few key problems.

"Thanks for the compliment, but, like, I'm so not gonna go into modeling," she added another giggle. "There's no way I could do the whole dieting thing. Give me, like, a few years and I'm gonna be a redhaired blimp," she puffed up her cheeks and held out her arms, indicating how large she figured she might get. "Why do you think I wanted to make this sexy set now?" she added, along with another quick laugh. Still, she couldn't help but feel quite flattered. Nobody had really complimented her looks like that before. Well, Connor had, but, well, that was Connor; compliments like that were to be expected of him. Not professional photographers with kinda sexy accents.

said photographer did have a point with his next suggestion. Bri bobbed her head. "Totally," she agreed, heading over to the next locale. She was practically vibrating with excitement. Her steps moved light, almost skipping, and she couldn't hide her bright smile as he pulled out the cuffs. Amber eyes sparked with both amusement and mischief, the curvy redhead biting a lip and bouncing her brows as he held out the cuffs.

"Well, you're the expert,' she said, shrugging. Bri extended her arms out, clearly having no clue what sort of designs Ben had on her lush, sexy body. "So I'm thinking we go full damsel. Tie me up, Mr. Bad Guy," she added another wink, fighting the urge to start giggling yet again. She couldn't quite suppress the shifting, her energy showing through each slight movement. Breasts rose in fell in their almost corseted top, the lingerie accenting everything.

 

[JimmyD]

Benjamin’s white teeth gleamed in stark contrast to his dark skin as he watched her hold out her hands. He was so close now. Just a few moments more and the trap would spring shut.

He leaned back a moment, considering. Then smiled again.

“I think I know how to bring out the best in you Mrs Jones. Let’s try a few options on for size and see how you look. But you better get on the bed first, just in case. I don’t want you fallin’ over and hurtin’ yourself, no?”

He led her to the bed and got her to sit on the edge.

“Now in front is ok, but of you really want o show off what you got.” He nodded to her cleavage, “hands behind the back is way better.”

He pulled her hands behind her and fixed the cuffs around her wrists. Buckling them snugly. He reached into his pocket and fixed them together with a small steel padlock that closed with a cock twitching click.

“How do you feel, nice and sexy?”

He reached up and got another pair of cuffs and knelt in front of her and put them around her ankles. Not even hiding what he did now, he closed them together with another padlock. This was it, no running away now.

He stood back and took a remote control off the small side table and turned on the camera that was fixed to the frame of the four poster bed taking in the entirety of the bed and a few feet around each side. From this point on, everything that happened in and around the bed would be recorded. He wasn’t sure if she had registered what the remote was for but he wasn’t waiting to find out.

He took up his main camera and started to snap pictures.

“Look sexy Mrs Jones, look like this is all you ever wanted. Make me want to fuck you.”

His tone had changed subtly, some of the accent slipping away. And as he took photos he made no pretence of hiding his erection.

 

[darkest_fate]

Bri nodded along, more than willing to go along with the expert's advice on the matter. Soon she was perched on the bed, eagerly holding out her hands, as if she were about to be arrested by a totally legitimate officer of the law, as opposed to a photographer with dark intentions. She giggled at his suggestion. "Right, good point," she agreed, twisting and making it all the easier for him to pull her arms behind. The position pushed Bri's chest out all the more, the breasts surging against the frilled top of her sexy lingerie. They seemed ready to spill out, to explode at the slightest quiver. She let out a slight shiver, only to frown.

"What was that click?" she asked, twisting slightly. She gave the cuffs a tug, and wasn't all that surprised to find that they didn't budge. "I mean, yeah, it feels kinda hot," she allowed, shrugging. Bri twisted again, wondering just what that other thing was. soon she was twisting back, seeing the second set. "I thought we were doing ropes..." she wondered, but shrugged again. After all, he was the expert here. Though she had to wonder how she was supposed to pose sexily when he was cuffing her ankles together.

Ah, the click had to be a lock like that. Bri gave another slight tug, noting the tension the cuffs had. "Why add the other lock thing? It's not like I'm She-Hulk or something," she said, giggling and flexing slightly, demonstrating just how very contained she was by the cuffs around her. She shifted again, clearly trying, and mostly failing, to get comfortable. His next command had her looking up at him, head nodding.

"Sure!" she chimed, before leaning back slightly. Eyes lidded, lips pouted, and she had an almost coquettish expression on her face. She shifted from that into more of a pout, holding it for a few seconds. Next came a lip bite, with her amber eyes sweeping about, as if looking toward an impressive dick in an almost guilty fashion. Bri did let her gaze settle on Ben's waist, mostly curious. She was trying for sexy, after all, so it only made sense to see if/how she was effecting someone who should be at least a little aroused by the whole thing.