Beginners (closed)

[MadameNyx]

Feeling her hand being squeezed and the slight pull, Andy lost her footing and leaned gently against him, her hand resting on his chest while a soft, surprised sound left her lips. His words made her blush and, feeling him holding her close against him, she finally allowed her body to relax, a soft sigh leaving her.

It had been a long time since she had been held like this. She wasn't sure why he was holding her, but she somehow felt safer. Like he understood what it felt like to find something that brought you joy, yet others thought was not natural.

Feeling him release her, she looked up into his eyes, feeling his low voice rumble against his chest and unto hers, his words making a shy smile of her own appear.

"Since I'm cooking for you while I'm here, I guess we'll take care of each other." she replied in a soft voice of her own.

Looking over her shoulder at the stove, she remembered the food wouldn't be done for a while longer. Besides, she found herself reluctant to leave the protective circle of his warm arms. Looking up at him once more, she said. "Food won't be done for a while longer... Would you show me some more of your work?" she giggled softly "I have to learn some poses, I suppose."

 

[AntonTovaras]

For a moment, it was perfect. She seemed to want to be held, and Simon wanted to hold her. He wanted a lot more than that, but the images that were flashing in his mind were too much to even consider. He imagined himself kissing her, caressing her, certainly, and that was fine, but he also saw her bound and helpless, kneeling and gazing at him almost worshipfully, and he could only imagine her horror if she had any idea he was thinking those things.

He saw her look away, and he was sure he had stepped over some boundary. He didn't quite know what he had been thinking. They had just met in person for the first time a few hours ago, he didn't have any right to claim her or to hold her. But she wasn't moving away. In fact, she was standing close enough that he could just have just leaned towards her and felt his body pressed against hers again.

Food. She was talking about food. Was that why she had looked away? He gave a soft chuckle and shook his head. He was reading far too deeply into everything, but it all seemed so vital.

“Of course you can see my work,” he said. He sat for a moment, trying to will his cock down, but it was obstinate. He stood, twisting awkwardly to turn away from her as he walked towards the shelves where he kept his work. He paused, and then he reached a decision. There were some that he had never showed anyone.

The girls in them were bound, some of them kneeling, some stretched out on a table, or hanging from shackles on the walls that made them stand tip toe. Most wore panties, only a few had been willing to pose fully nude. He had done very little to the images of the girls themselves, but the background he had changed dramatically. He had recast them in fantastic ruins, temples or alien cities. A dark figure, indistinct in the shadows of each image, leered at the girls, hungrily.

He pulled the first off the shelf and spread it out over his drawing table. He looked at it, and felt his eye drawn to the leering figure in the darkness. The familiarity of that character disturbed him, which was why he had kept these to himself, and it was only as he was showing Andy that he realized that it was him. They were all him, sinister representations of himself, demons and aliens, but each one had his face. He had never meant to include himself, he had simply been painting a character, but now that he was looking at it as she might, it was clear as day.

“So, there's that,” he said, lamely. “There's more, you know, normal ones, too.”

 

[MadameNyx]

Noting the awkward movement but not paying much mind to it, Andy followed him to the shelves. He seemed to hesitate for a second before reaching a particular one and opening it along his table. Walking closer, she found herself staring.

It wasn't that she was scared or surprised about the model's nakedness or whether she was bound or not. Frowning slightly, she tried to understand why she had suddenly stopped everything she was doing, even holding her breath. After a minute, she realized that what jarred her was how her eyes were drawn to the shadowy figure in the background. And how eerily familiar it looked.

"The model isn't the focus of these, is she?" she asked in a soft voice, almost distracted while she stretched her hand, almost wanting to touch the shadowy figure but stopping herself just short.

The young woman could feel a shiver run down her body, her nipples hardening at the sight. Perhaps some part of her had agreed to coming here because it intrigued her to be bound like that, to relinquish control to someone like him. Judging by the pulsing and wetness between her legs, she knew she wanted to try it at least once.

"Is this you?" she asked softly, looking over her shoulder at him, her hand still hovering above the shadowy figure.

 

[AntonTovaras]

She held her breath, and he watched her face as she studied the image. He waited for her to tell him he was a freak, a monster, like the shadowy figure in the picture. He felt like he was awaiting sentence for some horrible crime, but the crimes were all in his head. He had never done anything. He had never tied a woman up except the models. He had never touched them, no matter how badly he had wanted to. He knew his fantasies were too strange.

"The model isn't the focus of these, is she?" she said.

"What?" he said, startled. Of course the models were the focus. They were the center of each image, the clearest thing, emphasized by contrast and composition and....

"Maybe not." He frowned. The models were the focus, but it was a sleight of hand, or of mind. They drew the eye away from the real subject of the images. "It's more about what's being done to them." And who was doing it, he didn't say. Her next words made it clear that he didn't have to say it.

"Is this you?" she asked, turning to look at him. He couldn't read her expression, but he didn't see any of the things that he had expected to see. There was no fear, no censure, no disgust. Her hand was reaching out, nearly touching the image. Nearly touching the shadow. Nearly touching him.

"I'm not sure," he said. "It wasn't meant to be, but...." He took a deep breath and turned away.

"I think I want it to be," he whispered. He closed his eyes, waiting for her to scream, to run, to tell him what a terrible thing it was. But she didn't. Seconds ticked by, and he turned to look at her again. Or to face her, since he couldn't seem to meet her eye.

"I'm fucked up," he said, touching his head. "I've always wanted that kind of thing. It's been my fantasy since I had fantasies, to have a woman like that. Helpless. I know it's like, complete psycho stuff. I would never act on it. I mean, not unless you, you know, really wanted me to."

 

[MadameNyx]

The young woman watched him while she listened to his words, frowning slightly. He kept saying he was wrong for wanting what he wanted, for desiring someone to forfeit control to him and that was not the case. She could feel herself getting angrier and angrier at the world, though mostly at whomever had criticized his work in a negative way, made him feel like he had to hide what he really wanted.

"Stop." she said, almost too forceful. Taking a deep breath, she waited until he looked at her before continuing, "If I am not allowed to call myself 'stubby', you are not allowed to call yourself a psycho. There is nothing wrong with wanting what you want, so long as everyone involved agrees and speaks up when something they don't like is happening." Taking a deep breath, feeling her resolve take place, she continued "And I will prove it to you. I want to try this with you."

Feeling her cheeks slowly turn warmer, Andy found that she couldn't hold his eyes any longer and allowed the to wonder once more to the painting. "I am not saying that we should jump into bed together. We should take the time to know each other, trust each other. Starting with tying me up for the pictures should help me get used to the idea of letting control go. After that..." she shrugged her shoulders lightly and returned her eyes to his "We'll see how it goes from there, alright?"

 

[AntonTovaras]

His mouth went dry as she spoke. Was she actually going to give him permission to tie her up? Was she saying she didn't think he was some kind of lunatic?

"Pictures," he said, echoing her. "Right." He stared at her, blinking. Pictures. Right. He took pictures. He had tied up a few models and taken pictures. Then he'd untied them, despite his desperate longing to touch them. To have them. They had been pretty girls, but not until they were half naked and bound has he really found himself wanting them. But Andy was saying that she wanted him to, that it was maybe a first step.

"Do you want me to, now?" he said, nervously, nodding his head towards the beam where his ropes hung, waiting for a girl's wrists to loop around. Just the thought of tying Andy made his head swim. She was so different from the girls he knew, not just because she looked different, but she wasn't treating him like a freak, like he should be ashamed.

"I'd love to make some pictures with you," he whispered. "They'd be different. I think. You're different. The way you see it is different." He tried to imagine it. Instead of a dark figure, frightening the girl, what if she was willing? What if around her was something beautiful instead of terrifying?

 

[MadameNyx]

Hearing his almost automatic reply, the young girl blushed. Was it really such a turn on for him to tie her up, see her half naked? Following his gaze towards the beam, she felt herself shiver. Yes, she wanted to try it, to see what it would feel like to be under someone else's control. Sparing a thought for the food and knowing it still had plenty of time to go before it was done, she nodded slowly. "Yes..."

Hesitating for only a second, she grasped the bottom of her shirt with her small hands, pulling it off her form to reveal the simple black bra that held her large breasts in place. Letting the shirt fall to the floor, she arched her back to reach the back of the bra, expertly unhooking it with two fingers before shrugging it off. Blushing deeper, she quickly wiggled out of her jeans and walked to the area he had been looking at, very aware of her large breasts jiggling with her movements and how she was almost naked in front of a guy she had met only a few hours ago.

"Where do you want me?" she asked in a falsely calm voice, her eyes finally looking up to meet his.

 

[AntonTovaras]

Simon stood and tried to keep his mouth closed as she undressed. He could see that she was shy, even a little afraid, but she pulled her top off quickly, and then her bra. Her breasts were amazing, full and round and dark, an amazing palate of reds and browns and yellowy bieges with nipples so dark they were almost black. They swayed beneath her as she slid her jeans down and he flicked his tongue over his dry lips as he tried not to stare.

She stood there in his panties in front of him, waiting for him to tie her up, and he could hardly move. He could hardly think. It wasn't like he had never had models in here before, but he'd always paid them, usually by helping them with portfolio shots. They'd always made it clear that they barely tolerated this, and only because they wanted his talent. None of them had ever wanted to. None of them had ever suggested anything about jumping into bed, even if it was to say that they shouldn't. Because when Andy said they shouldn't, she meant they shouldn't yet, and that was an amazing and terrifying possibility. He took a deep breath and a step towards her, and he felt his jeans move tight against his cock. He was hard as a rock.

He flushed, but there was nothing he could do about it, except keep as much distance between them as he could.

"Over here," he croaked, his mouth and throat dry. He swallowed, cleared his throat. He walked around her, standing under the beam.

"Here," he said, sounding human this time. There was no way to keep his distance as he raised her arms up and slipped the ropes around her wrists, though, and that close he could smell her. As he lifted her wrists, he could feel how soft and delicate her skin was. He felt his hard cock brush against her, under his jeans.

"Sorry," he whispered, stepping back. He took the free end of the rope and pulled slowly, stretching her arms over her head. He walked back to where the camera was standing on its tripod, and pulled a little more, lifting her up onto her tiptoes. Then he tied it off on a bolt set into the floor.

"You ok?" he asked, as he walked towards her again, with the light meter. "I've never done this with someone so dark, before," he explained, as he took readings, scribbling notes on a little pad. "So it's going to be tricky lighting it right."

He walked back to his computers, turned the monitor towards her, so she could see herself suspended, a dark silhouette in the middle of the frame. He made a few adjustments, and then she really began to appear, her roundness, her beauty, her vulnerability.

"Ready?" he said, as he walked back to the camera.

 

[MadameNyx]

Still blushing, Adrianna watched him while he took her semi-naked body in, feeling her blush deepen. He seemed to be rooted in place, with a mix of fear and something else mixed in his eyes, something darker. Seeming to shake himself of his thoughts, he walked closer and started tying her to the beam. Her body shivered, nipples hardening at the soft brush of his clothes against her naked skin, at the throb of his harness pressed against her thigh for a brief moment before he pulled away.

"You ok?"

She didn't know. Was she? Rolling her shoulders a little, she pulled lightly on the ropes and flexed her leg muscles some. This could become a little uncomfortable later, once her muscles tired but, for now, it seemed alright. Except for the fact she couldn't move away if she wanted to, which brought a trill to her.

"I'm alright." she replied in a soft voice while he fiddled with the lighting. Turning her gaze to the monitor, she felt her blush return with a vengeance at the image there, knowing it was her body on such display. Turning to watch him with his camera in hand, she bit her lip. She didn't know any modeling. All she could do was try to convey with her eyes the mix of emotions within her: the nervousness of her first time being tied up, the little thread of fear at what might happen now that she was vulnerable and the way the whole situation aroused her, making her nipples harden even more and the rest of her body react accordingly.

"I'm ready."

 

[AntonTovaras]

The way she looked at him, he snapped the first picture before she said she was ready. It was so different from the others. He didn't have to tell her and see how she tried to project some emotion, and the truth was that he couldn't even tell what she was feeling. Just that it was powerful and beautiful. He chuckled nervously when she said she was ready, and the camera clicked and clicked.

“Turn your head,” he said, and clicked a few more images. “Now your body.” A few more.

He let out a sigh. She was so different. So perfect. He glanced at the monitor.

“You're beautiful,” he said, looking at the raw images. He looked at her again, felt his face flushing. He couldn't tell her. He clicked another shot. “Turn your back, look over your shoulder.”

He clicked some more shots, but they weren't quite right. He shook his head.

“I need to take your panties off,” he said. He walked towards her, and his hands were trembling as he reached out and touched her hips. “Is that alright?”

 

[MadameNyx]

The young raven haired woman had been startled to hear the click of the camera before she had said she was ready, but she took it in stride. She tried her best to follow his directions, angling her head as he asked, turning her body from the shoulders down to a quarter turn to give him a new angle. Every time the a shot was taken, she could feel the wave of emotion within her grow stronger, almost like waves. Feeling her hair start to come undone from the messy bun, she shivered, feeling a few strands brush along her back. Her skin seemed to have become very sensitive with the amount of arousal in her.

“You're beautiful, turn your back, look over your shoulder.”

Adrianna hesitated for a second. Had he noticed it when she had taken off her clothes? Biting her lower lip and blushing some more at the compliment, she carefully turned allowing him to see her back. A scar that was a shade lighter than the rest of her skin, shaped like a many pointed scar rested on her left shoulder blade. She felt a little more naked now, knowing that it marred her smooth skin and not many had seen it. Looking over her shoulder at him, she tried to read his face, wondering what he thought of it.

After a couple of more clicks, she heard him ask if he could take her panties off. Her eyebrows rose in surprise as he heard him come closer then felt his hands at her hips. The touch was warm, almost careful. Her eyes closed and she shivered, feeling goosebumps appear all long her skin. It had been a very long time since someone touched her and never really quite like that. Looking at his eyes once more and unable to speak lest her voice tremble, she nodded.

The brush of the soft fabric sliding along her skin made her arch her back a little out of instinct. The flesh revealed underneath was smooth and soft, unmarked by any tan lines. It had been a while since she had gone swimming, so the skin tone was uniform. Stepping carefully out of the garment, Andy returned her eyes to his, trying to keep her own arousal in check.

 

[AntonTovaras]

He could hardly believe she was letting him strip her all the way naked, and his mind was racing. He'd had a half dozen girls tied here, but he'd never touched them. He'd never come close, except to untie them at the end, but with Adrianna it was different. For the first time, he felt almost as though he could let himself go, do what he wanted with her.

She stepped out of her panties and he sat back on his heels, letting out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding. He looked up at her, the frenzied emotions boiling inside him almost bringing him to tears, though he wasn't unhappy. He smiled at her, shyly, and put a hand on her thigh, just above her knee.

"You're beautiful," he said, hoarsely. "I've never wanted anyone like this." He let his hand move up her thigh, slowly, feeling the round, soft shape of her. He looked up at her again, waiting for her to scream, to curse him, to kick him. He waited, and slowly the thought formed in his mind.

"You like this?" he whispered. It didn't sound as impossible out loud as it had in his head. He stood up, standing close to her, looking in her eyes, wondering.

 

[MadameNyx]

Adrianna watched him while he gently pulled her underwear off and sat back, looking up at her with a strange expression. There seemed to be a mix of emotions in his eyes, yet the way he smiled at her, the way he was touching her was tender, gentle in a way she hadn't experienced before. His compliment made her blush deep enough that it showed on her dark skin, her eyes closing briefly while his hand traveled along her leg and hip, caressing her skin.

"You like this?"

Her eyes opened slowly at the question, watching him move to stand close to her. She could feel the turmoil in her mind, wondering if this was right, if she should just stay quiet. They seemed to be moving very fast to something that she was perhaps unsure of as of yet. Taking a deep breath, she resolved to answer truthfully. He deserved no less from her.

"Y-yes..." she answered in a soft, trembling whisper, her hazel orbs watching his.

 

[AntonTovaras]

He let out a breath, his heart pounding. She liked it, but she had waited so long. He looked in her eyes, could see her uncertainty. As much as he wanted her, it wasn't right. Not yet. Not until she was sure. He leaned closer, his lips hovering over hers. He whispered softly.

"I like it too." He forced himself to step back, his whole body trembling with his desire for her. He raised the camera and took another step back. He took a few shots. He walked around her, taking pictures, using the familiar actions to get his self-control back.

It was too much for him to fight it off for long, and after a few shots, he set the camera down. He tugged the end of the knot that secured her and lowered her to her feet, coming to her and quickly untying her wrists.

"We can do more later," he said, practically panting, light-headed with his desire. His cock was still hard as a rock, throbbing in his jeans. "After I ... calm down."

 

[MadameNyx]

"I like it too."

Her blush remained, a shiver running through her body at his sudden nearness, the low tone of his voice when he spoke to her, the way his breath brushed along her lips almost making the small space between their mouths disappear. She was vaguely aware of him moving around and taking a couple of more pictures, but her mind was elsewhere. The raw need had left her a little breathless and afraid of what might happen if... when she gave in. At that point, Andy knew it was just a matter of time before she said yes. She could lie to herself and say that she was doing this for him, to show him that he wasn't a monster for wanting control.

Liar, she thought to herself before she felt herself being lowered to the floor once more. Feeling his fingers brush along her hands while he untied her, she allowed her eyes to meet his, his words confirming that he had wanted this as much as she did.

"We can do more later, after I ... calm down."

Adrienne hesitated then. She wanted to get dressed but, somehow, that seemed a much intimate thing to do in front of him. Blushing deeper, she pulled the chopsticks out of her hair, letting it drape over one shoulder while she bent to retrieve her clothing. "I'll go change into something more comfortable than jeans..." she murmured without looking at him before she made her way to her room, not bothering to try and cover herself? Why should she? He had seen all there was to see.

After slipping on her underwear, a tank top and a pair of sweats, she padded barefoot to the kitchen once more. Her hair was now braided and over once shoulder. Giving him a shy smile, she directed her attention to the food and stirred some of the contents while she asked in a shy voice "Did you get any good pictures?"

 

[AntonTovaras]

Simon watched her intently as she let her hair down and then gathered up her clothes. He gripped the edge of the counter as if it was the only thing that was holding him back from her. He wasn't sure that there was anything else, but he was sure he had to hold back. He had to be sure. He had long ago learned that he didn't understand women, and while it seemed as though she wanted this, he knew there were layers that he might not understand.

While she stepped out to dress, he closed his eyes, breathing the way he had learned to when he took those meditation classes. It was almost enough to slow his heart, to sooth his lust. At least it was able to take the edge off, but before he knew it, she was back. She had put on sweats and braided her hair, and she went straight to the kitchen.

Before he could wonder why, she asked about the pictures, and he shook his head as if he was waking up from a nap.

"I don't know," he said. "Let me take a look."

He went to the computer like a man in a stupor, and opened the new files. He sighed. They were good. Not great. Some were a little off focus, or the composition was skewed, or the shadows weren't quite right because he hadn't directed her or adjusted the lights enough.

"They're not bad," he said, and then hurried to explain his ambivalence. "You're amazing. The pictures are just a little sloppy. I made some pretty amateur mistakes. I guess I was pretty ... um ... distracted." He forced a smile. "I guess I didn't quite realize how much you would affect me. Next time, I'll be ready for it. If, you know, you want to do this again."

"This one's good," he said, scrolling through the pics and finding one that was actually perfect. Technically, it was pure luck that everything had been right, but she was incredible. She stood naked, turning to look at him as he stood behind her, her expression a mix of vulnerability and desire that made him want her even more. He put it up on the big monitor so she could see from the kitchen, and looked at her.

 

[MadameNyx]

"I don't know. Let me take a look."

Andy giggled softly to herself while she mixed the food together. He sounded very distracted as he turned towards his computer to look at the pictures. She couldn't help but feel rather flattered that she could distract hims so. Taking two big spoons, she mixed the chicken, bacon and onion mixture with the pasta, pouring a jar of alfredo sauce as well. Once she was done, she plated food for both of them before his voice called to her once more.

"This one's good,"

Leaving the food in the counter top, the young girl walked slowly towards the screen, a light blush and surprise in her eyes. The woman in the picture couldn't possibly be her. There was something in her eyes, some confidence mixed with vulnerability there that she was sure she had never felt. It looked good... Her eyes drifted to the scar, half hidden behind strands of her hair that had become loose from the messy bun holding her hair. Looking at Simon, she blushed redder and asked quietly "Don't you want to photoshop that out? The scar?"

 

[AntonTovaras]

He looked at her and blinked, wondering what she could possibly mean. Then he looked at the screen and noticed it. A small scar, lines radiating out. He looked at it for a while, wondering about it, and inventing all sorts of meanings for it.

"What happened?" he said, after a minute. "I mean, you don't have to tell me. Just curious. I'd like to keep it in the picture, if you're ok with it. It tells a story." He smiled shyly at her.

"In fact," he said. "I don't want to change anything about you." He blushed and looked down. He wasn't sure if he meant her in the picture or her in his kitchen, and then he realized he meant both.

 

[MadameNyx]

She watched him examine the picture and waited, wondering what he was thinking. Perhaps he hadn't even noticed the scar until she mentioned it, and was displeased. There was nothing to be done about it now, but make sure it wasn't in any of the other pictures, if he didnt like it.

"What happened?"

Andy hesitated for a moment, surprised that he wanted to know more instead of just commenting on it. "Gunshot," she said in a soft voice before shrugging, "I wasn't born in a very safe place. I was very young, waiting at the bus stop to go to school. All I remember is that it burned. Next thing I know it was a week later, I was in the hospital and I had the scar. They had to dig to find it, the bullet I mean, that's why it looks like that." Unconsciously, she rubbed the spot parallel to the scar on her chest, remembering. "I moved as soon as I could convince my parents to let me go. I didn't feel very safe there."

Hearing the rest of his words she thought carefully about it before nodding. "Not a lot of people have seen it but.... Im ok with it being in the picture." she said while her hand rose to brush his, reassuring him that she was ok with it. "Now, pasta is getting cold. We should go eat it"