Barking out orders while he was finally listening, I tried to get as many shots in as I could before he started leaking drama out all over my shoot again. Walking around his body, I caught the panties from a variety of angles.
They’d looked rectangular as he’d held them up, but once he’d put them on they cupped every bulge and wrapped around his hips, looking curvy and soft. They were hot, but it was catching the contrast between the masculine and feminine that I was more interested in.
Eli leaned forward, stretching out his legs just enough that I had to kneel down behind him to capture the line of his body. I wasn’t sure if it would be right for the site, but the angle was perfect, and I knew people would want to reach into the picture and trace their fingers up his long body.
The stockings and garters only made the image more perfect.
Finally,Eli straightened. “I want shots of the other ones.”
Reaching for the panties, he started taking them off as he walked away. There was no hiding away in a dressing room for most of the guys. They just started stripping off everywhere, and Eli was no exception. When I’d first started working there, the constant conversations with people who were completely naked or halfway dressed was distracting.
I wasn’t a prude, but outside of a BDSM club or gay bar, I’d never seen so many people comfortable completely naked. But Eli was a special brand of crazy, even among other naked models. Something about the way he stripped down made it look like he was taking off his clothes just for you, not simply changing into another outfit like it was with the rest of the guys.
Eli could even make some of the other models blush and stammer with his antics.
As he finished sliding the lace down his legs, he bent over, arching his ass up again, and turned his head to give me a look that was half heat and half trying to make me feel guilty for looking. I wasn’t falling for that shit. “Just change. I don’t know about you, but I have plans that don’t include watching you get ready for your street corner.”
Eli’s eyes flashed as he straightened. “I’m sure you have a simpering twink waiting for you somewhere, but some of us have work ethics and want to get pictures right.”
If he was trying to make me feel bad, walking over to the lingerie rack naked, his erect and flushed cock swinging back and forth, wasn’t the way to do it. “Someone else is going to take your corner while you prance around here. Hurry up.”
Looking down at my camera, I tried to ignore the way he bent over and started pulling the tiny panties up his legs over the stockings and garter like a tramp. As he reached down and adjusted his cock, he turned and looked at himself in the mirror. His frown caught my eye.
Great. All I needed was for him to find something else wrong. Before I could say something, he started mumbling. “These would look much better with a spanking. The red framing red would have every guy on the site stopping to look at the image.”
Fuck if he wasn’t right, but I wasn’t going to say that. They looked more like a lace jockstrap than panties, but whatever they were, they were hot as hell—not that I was going to tell him that either.
Rolling my eyes, I was grateful my response came out dry and bored instead of horny and frustrated. “I don’t have one of your johns waiting in the wings, so you’ll have to make do with real photography and not a porn shoot.”
I glanced up to see Eli watching me in the mirror, one hand sliding down to cup an ass cheek, letting his fingers trail along the lace wrapping around his ass. “It takes a real man to spank a naughty sub. Not that I’d expect you to understand.”
If the brat thought he could embarrass me into looking away, he had another think coming. But that didn’t mean I was going to respond to his drama.
I was not interested in brats.
I was not interested in bending a little snot over and tanning his ass.
I was not interested in guys who were filled with more drama than sense.
“I’m here to take pictures. Not get you off.” Something flashed in Eli’s eyes as my words came out flat and unemotional.
I was expecting another biting remark or even for him to look away seeming bored, but he just kept his eyes on me, only glancing away long enough to turn and move his gaze from the mirror and back to me. As he stalked over to the lights, hips rolling and cock nearly bursting out of the panties, I was at a loss for words.
Instead of heading back toward the empty center of the space where we’d been shooting, Eli went over to a large square platform. I’d set it up earlier, thinking that some shots of him sitting would look good for the stockings. Instead of using it like a chair as I’d intended, he climbed up on it and knelt, his legs and the heels he was wearing sticking out behind him.
“I want something different. Something sexy. I’ve been teasing on my blog about how hot the new line is, but I want photos I can really get them going with.” Then he leaned over on all fours, like someone would be coming up behind him any minute and fucking that tight ass.
He was trying to kill me.
He was trying to make me pay for calling him a whore.
I’d just about had enough of little brats. Especially ones who needed a reminder in how to behave. Barely holding back the frustration and other emotions I couldn’t name, I brought up my camera and started shooting. He arched and twisted, showing off for the camera and trying to push me to the edge.
He was going to get more than he could handle if he wasn’t careful.
“You know,” his low voice came out huskier than normal, and it was all I could do to fight off the shiver that was threatening to run down my spine, “I should make you wait here while I go find a real man to spank me. One who isn’t afraid of a sub who knows what he wants, and what would look incredible in the photos. Especially since you don’t seem to have the balls to get the job done.”
Smack.
