I didn’t even remember doing it, but one moment I was trying to get the right angle to show off the stockings and garters and the next my handprint was blooming on his ass.
Fuck.
My first thought was that I was going to get fired or he’d call the cops, but instead of screaming at me and getting up swinging, which was what I expected, Eli moaned. Pleasure seemed to roll through him, and something about his face and the way the light caught his expression had the camera coming up again, almost without me thinking.
Eli’s head dropped back and he gave me a look, his eyes filled with need and the haze of subspace hinting in them. It was addicting, and I knew exactly what he was asking for.
“If you want a spanking so bad, Brat, I’ll give it to you.” Balancing the camera in one hand, I brought my other down on his unblemished cheek, giving him matching handprints.
Beautiful.
As I started taking pictures again, it was less about the clothing and more about Eli than I wanted to admit. The look on his face. The way his body quivered, and the need that was straining to be released. His cock wasn’t just hard anymore; it was the symbol of everything he wanted at that moment.
“Arch your ass up higher. I want to see my marks on your skin.” My voice was rough and sounded almost angry to my ears, but Eli almost purred and his ass came up, finally perfectly obedient. “That’s it. Show me how you need more.”
I don’t even know if I was saying it for the pictures or for me. It was becoming all mixed up in my head, and it was impossible to separate. Not willing to take the time to analyze it, I just went where everything in me had been pushing me to go from the start.
Bringing my hand down again, I started to pepper his ass with smacks. His skin marked easily, but he seemed to have a strong pain tolerance that made me curious to find out how high I could make him fly. “I want to see if those panties do look better framing a nice red ass. If I don’t like the pictures, though, you’re going to be punished for wasting my time.”
The low, heated words combined with the heat from his ass had Eli moaning in pleasure. “Please. Yes. Please. Punished.”
Having no idea what he was trying to say, I made my best guess as I kept up the pain and pleasure I was doling out. “You’re not going to like my punishments, Brat.” I couldn’t hold the rest of the words back as I finally stopped spanking him and started roughly kneading his ass while he panted and gasped out low, needy sounds. “If you’re good for me, Brat, you might earn a reward, though.”
Fuck if I knew what that should look like, but I didn’t care.
His response was perfection. Desire and need radiated off him, and it was like he was stripped down to just that inner part that was desperate for someone to take hold of and control. Bringing the camera up, I took picture after picture.
“Sit up, hands behind your back right above the lace.” I didn’t even question if he would obey, I simply knew he would.
Eli moved gracefully, straightening and placing his hands behind his back right above the panties. “Yes, just like that.”
Having him up on the platform meant there were endless angles I could capture, and I lost track of the time I spent photographing him. When he would start to fidget, or I could see the brat coming to the surface again, I’d pop his ass.
When I moved around the front and started photographing the submission on his face and the hard length of his cock as it strained against the fabric, I couldn’t resist his beautiful body, and nothing he’d said or done made me feel like I needed to. So reaching out, I gave his nipples a pinch, watching the way he squirmed and arched.
“That’s right. Show me how good it feels. Show me how much you love the pain.” Another tug had him gasping out and his cock leaking precum on the fabric. The pictures would be amazing. I could see them in my mind as clearly as if I were sitting down at the computer.
The way the passion pulsed around him almost like a flame. The hazy look in his eyes that was part desire and part surrender. They would capture that lost-in-the-submission expression beautifully. Every line of his body waited, and he was just existing for me.
“Lie down on your back. One leg up and the other on the floor. Yes. Perfect.” Spread out and legs splayed just enough to hint at everything he was hiding, his cock jutted out from his body, straining the fabric enticingly.
A nightgown…something about the pose made me picture him in a short little nightie that flirted right at his cock. Giving the impression of innocence and arousal, it would be a powerful image. “Arch up for me. Yes.”
Photograph after photograph, I captured the wicked offering that he was tempting the camera with. Tempting me with. I couldn’t decide where the submission to the camera ended and his submission to me began.
With each picture I took, we moved further from what the website wanted and closer to what I wanted. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop myself. He was beautiful, and it was like the art was pushing us forward. Eli had to have seen it as well. He knew what the site needed and what the customers wanted to see.
He had to know it wasn’t for them anymore.
Just like the last time I pushed things forward, when I did it again, it was natural and unconscious until I realized what I’d done. “Tilt your leg. No, out more. I want to see the curve of your cock as it arches up from your body.”
It wasn’t quite right. Moving closer, I reached out my hand so it brushed against his leg and trailed down his thigh. Positioning him where I wanted, I moved back and started to capture the image as Eli gasped and a shiver raced through him.
“Don’t move.” The words snapped out, and he froze and his eyes squeezed shut. “Beautiful.”
Eli gave a little whimper, and it was all I could do to keep my hands to myself. He might not have objected before, but once I’d pulled back, I’d realized the line I’d crossed. He trusted me, and until I knew what he wanted, I wasn’t going to push him further than he wanted to go.
Moving to his head, I gazed down the line of his body, and I could see the shot I wanted. It would be incredible, art in its most passionate form. “Reach down and adjust your cock. I want it a little to the left. Then stretch your arms above your head.”
