When billionaire CEO Asher Landseer confides in Jessika that he enjoys photography, she becomes curious. When he adds that he prefers pictures of a more intimate sort, she's surprised. And, when he offers her a compromise, a way to prolong their time together ...
When billionaire CEO Asher Landseer confides in Jessika that he enjoys photography, she becomes curious. When he adds that he prefers pictures of a more intimate sort, she's surprised. And, when he offers her a compromise, a way to prolong their time together on this lovely afternoon, she's all ears.
He'll give her his undivided attention if she agrees to model for him.
It's a casual request, friendly and unintimidating; or at least it is for Asher. The problem is that she's not sexy. She can't pose for him, can't be the sort of woman that men find undeniably seductive. When she voices her concerns, he simply says, "I beg to differ."
She doesn't have to go through with it. She could answer his earlier request, end their lunch date right here and now, and return to her apartment, but...
"Relax if you want," Asher said. "Buckle your seat belt? Or not? Shall we live on the wild side?"
"Ooh!" I said with mock enthusiasm. "Dangerous, are we?"
He laughed. "As dangerous as we can be with a chauffeur with an impeccable driving record."
I decided on not buckling my seat belt, but for other, possibly even more dangerous reasons.
I don't know what came over me, and I don't think I would have done this regularly, but my hand crept towards the buttons of my chemise dress and I undid the top one. Asher took no notice as I did this, instead peering out the window at something or other. I undid the next button, and the next, letting loose a sizable amount of my cleavage. Then another, and one more. As I undid the last button, revealing a thin line of bare flesh from the top of my neck to the curves of my waist, hindered only by my lacy white bra, Asher glanced over at me.
It took him a few seconds to register what I had done and what I was doing, but once he did he merely stared. This wasn't quite the reaction I wanted, nor did I know what to do next, so I fiddled with the last button and waited for him to speak.
"Jessika, we can't..." His voice trailed off.
"I..." I said. What did I want? What was this? "I thought we could start the modeling early?"
(This alluring story of romance and submission is ~8,900 words in length)
Cerys lives in the Greater Boston area in a small town in New Hampshire. She spends her days writing, reading, learning, and working. Some of her most favorite activities involve understanding and learning about the human psychology.
She enjoys pondering sexuality and human response to it. Most of her writing delves into this in some way, exploring reactions and relationships between different people. While she enjoys writing erotica, her goal is to also keep a certain literary appeal to the writing instead of something purely pornographic.
She prefers fantasy settings, with magic, monsters, intrigue, and epic adventures. Her secret kinks include blackmail/coercion, reluctance/dubious consent, and prostitution. She loves writing about all of these things, though very strongly acknowledges they are simply exciting fantasies and nothing more.