InvitingTheDevil (13 page)

He didn’t push any further than the tip. I heard the clicking of the camera as I squirmed, or tried to as best I could, but now I was squirming because he was killing me with all his teasing. The dildo stretched my tight vagina, then it suddenly vibrated, sending thrill upon thrill deep inside me, into my abdomen, exciting me, stimulating every sexual nerve within me. I exploded. I gushed.

It was over. But not the shoot. Kalem unlocked the chains. He waited until the swing disappeared. Another machine appeared. The backdrop changed to look like a room . This machine was low, had a split seat and a handle in front.

“Sit down,” Daniel urged from far away.

I sat.

“Spread your legs.”

Kalem knelt in front of me and inserted a dildo into the machine that pointed at my pussy. It was some sort of fucking machine, I realized. There was a handle for me to pull on. Instead, Kalem sat cross-legged on the floor in front of me and gazed at my pussy. He held the handle and brought the dildo to my hole. He pushed it into me just a little and held still.

“Not good. Kalem, what’s left of the dress needs to go.”

It didn’t take much for him to rip the rest of the dress from my body. The nipple clamps were still attached to my nipples and he tightened them much to my surprise. I felt the shooting sensations through my enlarged nipples. The camera clicked.

“Stand up, Danea. Now stand behind her, Kalem,” Daniel said.

The assistants removed the machine. Another backdrop descended from the ceiling. A beach scene, an ocean at sunset. Kalem stood behind me. The bulge at his crotch pressed insistently against my back and I knew he had a huge hard-on. He squeezed my breasts hard. I moaned in ecstasy. He let go of one and his hand slid down to my pussy. My nether lips spread. His face was in my neck, his lips biting my earlobe. Another man appeared on scene. He was naked and sporting enormous erection. He was the opposite of Kalem, very fair, his long hair hung loose down his back and over his shoulders. It was curly and wild. He had green eyes and was beautifully handsome. He knelt before me, his face level with my pussy. His tongue touched my clit.
Oh, my God, oh, my God!
The camera clicked and clicked.

“Next,” Daniel shouted.

Some other machinery appeared from above. Kalem placed my wrists into two leather loops. He lifted me while the blond man placed my legs in leather loops. I hung suspended, in a half sitting position. The blond stood between my legs, his cock aimed at my vagina. Kalem filled his hands with my breasts and squeezed hard. The blond didn’t enter me. He merely held his cock at the ready the tip brushing the outer lips.

The next pose, I was knelt, my arms held on either side of my legs until I was completely doubled over. One of the men placed a spreader bar between my ankles. The blond lay on the floor and wriggled beneath me his cock again touching my pussy. Something pushed against my anus then entered me. Whatever was in there was slowly pulled out. It was a weird intoxicating sensation. Something replaced it. It felt like a cock, yet I knew it wasn’t.

All that time Kalem was still in his leather pants and boots. It had to be him shoving a dildo into my asshole very slowly.

I thought it would never stop. By evening, I was sure I knew every sex toy and device on the market. The shoot wasn’t over yet.

“There’s another dress for you to model,” Kalem said.

In a daze, I went to the dressing room and found a gorgeous eighteenth century gown waiting for me. The makeup girl got busy with my makeup and my hair. She pinned it up and had a fake piece consisting of a mass of curls she pinned to the back of my head. The color matched mine perfectly. The dress was beautiful. White, it almost looked like a bridal gown with all its lace and full flounced skirt edged with wide ruffles. I had to wear a hoop petticoat underneath. She handed me a delicate fan and I returned to the set.

The backdrop was one of a riverboat on a river. Kalem already waited for me. He was dressed in the same leather pants and boots but he added a pirate shirt.

“Ready?” Daniel asked after adjusting his lights.

Kalem took me into his arms and bent me backward while leaning over me. The low cut of the neckline caused my breasts to almost spill out.

“Beautiful. Different pose. Kiss her now.”

He took me into his arms and kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth. I felt the last tiny bit of resistance leave my body as he drained it out of me. He continued as if no one else was present. He unhooked the back of the dress causing the bodice to slip down. Cupping my breasts, he sucked each nipple while he slowly slid the dress and petticoat to the floor. I stood half-naked in white cotton pantaloons and the old-fashioned shoes. He kicked the dress out of the way. He continued sucking my nipples, playing idly with the nipple rings while he sucked, then trailed kisses down my abdomen and slid the pantaloons to my ankles. I kicked the shoes off and stepped out of the pantaloons. When he knelt and kissed my clit, I inadvertently sucked in my breath. I threaded my fingers into his hair and pushed his face against my pussy.

He spread my legs. His tongue searched for and found my opening. He didn’t enter fully—he flicked the tip in and out. I yanked at his hair, tried to push his head, but he resisted. He pulled back and rose to his feet. I pulled at his shirt, got it out of the pants and pushed it up. My hands slid up to his massive chest. He removed the shirt and held me. The blond man appeared as if from nowhere and stood behind me. Like Kalem, he also wore black leather pants and boots. I stood wedged between the two men, the blond nibbling at my back while Kalem played with my breasts and nipples. The blond fumbled with his belt, a moment later a boot come off then the another. Before long, as the blond knelt behind me and licked between my buttocks, I was shocked to see Kalem undo his belt. Was he actually going to get naked? The boots came off, followed by his pants. His cock pressed into my belly. Again, the two men wedged me between them. I had two massive cocks pulsing for me. My sexual appetite was at an all-time high. I was so aroused I could scarcely catch my breath. The teasing was brutal. I squirmed between them. I craved Kalem. The blond was an added extra, firing my ravenous lust. What would it be like to have two men inside me?

Kalem lowered me to the floor. Both men stood beside me, their cocks pulsing to the rapid beating of their hearts. Each held his cock and pumped it slowly, gazing down at me as I lay waiting to see what they’d do next. The blond man knelt behind my head and Kalem between my legs. He pushed my knees up. The blond man grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs over his shoulders. Kalem’s fingers were already inside my vagina, his cock poised at my asshole. Someone approached, waited for Kalem to put on a condom, squirted lubricant on his cock and quickly disappeared again.

“Grab Luke’s cock, Danea,” Daniel said.

So the blond was Luke. I reached back and felt for his cock. It pulsed in my hand. Kalem entered my anus slowly. The thin walls stretched to accommodate him, while he continued to finger fuck me. With one slow deliberate thrust, he entered me fully. He sat on his heels for a few moments gazing at my face, then leaned forward and grasped my breasts. I pumped Luke’s cock while Kalem fucked me. I was hungry for all of this. Kalem’s thrusting intensified and Luke’s cock grow more rigid as I masturbated him. Suddenly, he let go of my legs as Kalem pulled out. Kalem’s semen spilled all over my belly while Luke’s squirted across my breasts. I smelled the potent scent and inhaled it. It acted like an aphrodisiac and I was delirious with lust.

“It’s a wrap,” Kalem said. Picking up his clothes, he strode away, followed by Luke.

“You can get dressed now,” Daniel said, shutting off the lights one by one.

I was left horny, unsatisfied, filled with wanton craving. I tried to calm my heart, my libido while I dressed. When I came out of the dressing room, Kalem was gone. I could hardly believe what I’d allowed. Kalem had mentioned photos. My God, were these for his personal use? Was he into threesomes?

“Danea, you were magnificent,” Daniel said. “I’m amazed Kalem agreed to take part. We had another model on standby, but I’ve wanted to do photo shoots with him for a long time. He always refused.”

“Really. What was the purpose of the porn shoot? All the toys and equipment?”

“It’s for a porn magazine. And many of the ones with the toys and equipment for a sex toy store online.”

I fumed, but again, I had let it happen.

The limo was ready for me when I left the studio. On the way back to my apartment, I thought about the photo shoot. Well, my mother and her sisters would never see any of those photos, or the online sex store. Not only had Kalem awakened my sexuality, he’d turned me into a woman ravenous for sex, all kind of sex. Now that I’d done this photo shoot, I decided I’d agree to do the other shoots for the centerfolds.

I took my cell phone out of my purse and dialed Kalem’s.

“Yes? Do you still want to quit?”

Geez, what a way to answer the phone. “Fuck you, Kalem. You could have warned me.”

“You would have refused. Tell me you didn’t enjoy every second of it.”

My heart pounded. For a moment, I felt like lying to him, but then admitted it. “I did.”

“I know you did,” he said in soft sexy voice. “I saw the evidence trickling from your pussy.”

“I’ll agree to do the other photo shoots now.”

“I knew you would. Good thing I hadn’t canceled the whole thing.”

“You mean you’ve already set a date?”

“Yes. They want you as soon as possible. I’d like you to have the locks back on the rings. Will you do that?”

“I suppose.”

“It’s something they noticed on several pictures of you in the silver dress. They’ve never done a shoot of anyone with those.”

“This afternoon was really a series of three shoots then, right? Daniel told me one was for a sex store that’s online and the other for a porn magazine.”

“And the clothing for a fashion magazine.”

“Won’t the porn photos ruin my career?”

“I don’t think so. Even bad publicity is good publicity.”

“When is the shoot?”

“We’ll fly to the location on Sunday and the other shoot is on Wednesday and possibly Thursday. Depends if they do more than one shoot.”

“And that is where?”

“Hawaii. One magazine chose the Hawaii location. I convinced the other magazine to do their shoot there as well.”

A thrill went through me. “Really? And you’re going, too?”

“Yes. I have to protect my investment.”

“Investment?”

“You.”

“I didn’t know I was an investment.”

I could hardly believe we were having a fairly normal conversation. Just listening to his voice made me horny.

“Wrong wording I guess. Invested interest? You should feel flattered. You’re the only model I’ve ever posed with. The only woman I’ve ever done this with.”

“So you say.”

“Your choice to believe me or not. I’ll see you tomorrow night? We’ll be there for four days. The limo will pick you up at seven Saturday evening. We’ll arrive in Hawaii nine hours later, enough time to sleep for a while. The shoot starts at ten.”

“Okay.”

The phone went dead.

Tomorrow night? That was fast.

Chapter Nine

We landed in Hawaii. Even though Kalem sat next to me on the plane, he barely said a word so I slept most of the way. The salon had touched up my hair yesterday, added more blonde streaks. The magazine would look after any props, clothing and accessories. They’d also do my makeup and hair.

He’d rented a car and apparently knew Hawaii well. He drove straight to our hotel. I waited for him to register us. He returned quickly. Could he see right through me? It seemed he’d already made all the arrangements, booked the hotel and everything. Was I that transparent?

We stepped out of the elevator. I followed Kalem pulling my suitcase. I’d probably over packed. Hell, we were only going to be there for a few days. He stopped in front of a door.

“This is ours.”

“Ours?”

“Yes.”

I quivered internally. Share a room with him? And a lavish room it was. There was one king size bed. So I would share the bed with him.
Oh man, gone are all my resolutions. You’re kidding yourself, girl. Your resolutions flew out the door when you didn’t protest at the photo shoot.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to sleep for a while,” he said and promptly took off his runners, jeans and shirt. Still wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, he headed for the bed.

“I should try and sleep a while, though I slept on the plane,” I said. I hadn’t brought any nightwear. I’d expected to have a hotel room of my own. I kicked my sandals off, slipped out of my shorts but kept the top on and joined him on the bed. It took a while for me to doze off. Lying next to him, without him touching me, was no mean feat.

I was startled awake at nine. “Heavens I overslept,” I muttered and got off the bed. Kalem wasn’t in the room. Maybe he was in the bathroom. If I hurried, I could get a bite to eat before the shoot. I showered quickly and put on a pair of white shorts and a halter.

Kalem came into the room just as I was about to leave. He was dressed in swimming trunks.

“You’ve been swimming?”

“Yes. Terrific pool here. Are you hungry?”

“Yes, but it’s twenty after nine. If we have to be there at ten, we’d better—”

“They’re picking us up at ten. Plenty of time to eat. Take your shorts off and bend over.”

“What?”

“The locks.”

“Oh, yeah.” I’d forgotten about the locks and how exotic the people at the magazine thought they were. I took my shorts off and bent for him, keeping my feet apart. His fingers were between my legs. I waited for him to do something, to push a finger into me, to stroke me. I ached for him—for his touch, for his cock, but there was no way in hell I was going to beg him. I’d made my stand. Professional it would be. I felt him put the locks on the rings and saw him step back. I straightened and put my shorts on again, my heart ready to burst out of my chest and my pussy already soaking my shorts. If I didn’t get control of myself, I’d have to change.