My Body-His Marcello (18 page)

Morning sex had
become my favorite way to wake up. Our voraciousness for each other
hadn’t lessened and the sweet caresses had increased immeasurably.
Luke seemed to revel in his love for me and didn’t seem to care who
saw it.

“
We
must get up,” he said. “I want to get a run in before Tess and
Carlie arrive for the shoot. And you, my little missy, need to
finish choosing the rest of the pictures for next month. Now, out
of bed!” He pushed me to the side.

“
Okay,
okay,” I said as I reluctantly stood up on my feet and padded
toward the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. It didn’t take long
for me to get ready, as clothing was still not allowed. Rule seven
was still strictly enforced; however I had gained some slight
ground in that I was allowed to wear shorts during my period if
models or clients were at the house. “I’ll be back in thirty,” Luke
called out. The door slammed behind him.

Luke opted to get
his runs out of the way in the mornings and I still preferred to
run in the evenings. We occasionally ran together and it was always
such a wonderful reminder of how well our strides
matched.

I made coffee,
strolled into Luke’s office, and perused the photos for next
month’s layout. I had started to zone out when the front door burst
open and the voices of two giggly young twenty-somethings—dressed
similarly in short-shorts, tanks, and flip-flops—boldly marched
right into the office and dropped their gear on the
floor.

Tess was
naturally blond, fair-skinned, and slender, with perky girlish
breasts. She had the delicate features of her Swedish
ancestors.

Carlie rolled her
eyes in Tess’s direction and put her hands on her slim waist,
“What’s the plan for today?” Carlie was the full-bodied member of
this lovely duo. Her body reminded me of Janice’s, but her most
striking feature was her hair—long, silky auburn tresses that
cascaded down her back. Her features had an exotic cast, as though
she had Asian or Native American blood. I wondered if the hair was
dyed. I couldn’t detect any roots, but the color didn’t seem real
somehow.

“
He
plans to bind Tess with rope,” I explained, “wrapped around her
torso and legs, arms in. You will be suspended horizontally in the
air, face down, above her.”

Luke returned
from his run, toweling off the sweat from his face, and headed
straight for the shower.

“
Is
this for a client or just for the website?” With a toss of her
shiny hair, she flicked her question at me and pouted her full
lips. She was clearly annoyed to have to deal with a
go-between.

“
Customer request,” I said. I sliced the banana bread and laid
out fresh strawberries and cream.

Luke returned and
swooped in from behind, wrapping me in his arms, his sandy brown
hair still wet from the shower. He nuzzled my neck to breathe in my
scent. He reached around me, grabbed a strawberry and popped it
into his mouth. He eyed Carlie for a moment then said, “Are you
giving Jane a hard time, Carlie?” His stern voice surprised me but
also warmed my heart.

“
I’m
here to work with you, Luke, as we’ve always done.” She looked over
my head at him and I couldn’t help wonder if my husband had played
with Carlie before I came along. He had promised me he wouldn’t be
using past flings as models but she seemed possessive.

“
I’m
only going to say this to you once, so listen well. If you don’t
adjust your attitude immediately and show Jane the reverence she
deserves, you will no longer be posing for me and I will take down
your other photos from the website. Are we clear?”

Luke lifted my
hair and kissed the back of my neck. “Let’s start, love, shall we?”
he whispered into my ear.

He took a slice
of the bread and we all followed him to the studio/office, which
contained a small stage.

“
Carlie your back needs to be striped first,” Luke said. “Would
you prefer to be tied up for the whipping? I’m almost inclined to
let Jane handle it, but I don’t think she has it in her to do it
hard enough.”

Carlie disrobed
and slipped into her stiletto heels, which accentuated her long
curvy legs and round buttocks. She strutted to the far side of
studio and grabbed the two straps that were hanging from an eyelet
in the ceiling. “These will work,” she said, whirling her back to
us and bending slightly at the waist.

I watched as Luke
examined the wall of whips and paddles and chose a flogger I never
had the pleasure or pain of experiencing. It didn’t look
particularly friendly to me. The black rubber tresses looked stiff
and thick, the handle a swirl in black and white.
She shouldn’t
have pissed him off
, I thought. Upsetting Luke just before a
whipping had never worked in my favor. I almost felt sorry for her
but only
almost
.

He stepped up
toward her, leaving a large swing radius between him and her body.
Looking back, I wished he’d warned me about what would happen. I
did not enjoy the show.

He swung the whip
with full force and struck her back. As the sound reverberated in
the room, she yelled out, “Harder!”

On and on it
went, Luke striping her back and her not getting enough of it. I
could see the sweat building up on Luke’s forehead and I can’t
believe I’m admitting it but jealously screamed through me. I could
feel the heat flaming my face.

“
Oh
Luke, you are so good to me,” she said, panting and breathing
heavily.

I wondered why he
didn’t stop after she was clearly covered with welts. Then I knew
the answer ... and I wanted to claw her eyes out.

She made no noise
as the orgasm hit her but her body convulsed over and over and over
again. I fled the studio and found refuge in my writing room. I no
longer cared about the photo shoot. I threw open my computer and
wrote out all my anger and hurt.
How could he?

“
Jane!” I heard Luke calling me from the office.

I ignored him and
kept attacking my keyboard.

“
Jane,
what the fuck are you doing?” he said as he leaned into the doorway
of my room. “These women work for me. Do not make me look bad or
you will so regret your punishment later.”

“
Really?”

“
I
told you before, it happens sometimes.”

“
You
made it happen and that’s completely unacceptable to
me.”

“
Get
your shit together, Jane. This will be a fabulous shoot but I want
your help. And I want to see a smile on your face when you return.
Make it happen, Jane, and I’ll consider forgoing your
punishment.”

“
I’m
not prepping her,” I said. I stood up and crossed my arms in front
of me, not backing down.

“
You’re pushing it,” he said, taking a step toward
me.

“
I’m
pushing it? You push me too far!” I took a step
around him and tromped through our bedroom to the bathroom. I used
the toilet and looked at myself in the mirror.
Buck up,
girl
, I told myself,
and get this shoot over with. The
sooner Carlie’s out of the house, the better
.

Ignoring Carlie,
I headed straight to Tess and began prepping her for the pictures.
I brushed her white-blonde hair away from her alabaster neck and
applied the olive oil to her back and shoulders, letting her oil
the rest of her body. Moving her to stand on the center of the
stage, I then took the Pro Manila rope Luke had left out for the
shoot and started at her shoulders. I held the long heavy rope in
one hand, pulling hard with the other. With her arms at her sides I
wrapped the rope tightly around her chest, tucking the end down
after a couple revolutions of the thick beige rope. Pulling tightly
just above her cleavage, I wound the rope again just under her
breast, allowing her small pert bosom to thrust out. Her long
pencil eraser nipples stood erect and her pale pink areolas
bulged.

I continued
winding around until I reached her pubis. Then, skipping over her
shaven pussy, I wrapped the rope around her right leg, making tight
circles looped one right next to the other to just above her ankle.
Placing the remainder of the rope on the dark wood stage, I pulled
the spreader bar over to me and attached the shackle to her right
ankle. Looking up I said, “I need you to spread your legs, please.”
I quickly attached the other side of the spreader bar to her left
foot. While I finished roping Tess’s left leg, she used my shoulder
to balance herself a few times.

“
Do
you think you can stand here for a few seconds while I go get the
spray bottle?” I said, letting my gaze travel to Luke and
Carlie.

“
Sure,” said Tess.

As I skulked over
to the cabinets to the left of the door, I could see Carlie’s
straight auburn hair cascading down her tan back. The marks of her
beating were only visible in the places her hair did not cover. Her
arms were held tautly behind her, as Luke had tied four revolutions
of smaller gauged rope around her wrists and tied it off with a
knot. The rope trailed about two inches farther up her forearms,
where four more revolutions bound her arms tightly together. Luke
had just completed the pattern for a third time. I could see he
intended to continue it all the way up her arms. Her body reminded
me much more of Janice’s than mine and I could feel my anger
ratcheting up. I did an about-face, snatched the spray bottle and
tramped back to Tess.

“
Don’t
let her get to you,” Tess whispered. “She’s just jealous of
you.”

Of me? I thought.
She just wants what I have.

I looked at Tess
and she smiled at me. “Okay, let’s spray you and then we can lower
you down.”

Luke came over to
help me get Tess horizontal and Carlie followed in tow, kicking her
heels off to the side. Her green eyes glared at me, and I rolled my
eyes back at her. She now wore a leather girdle that had metal
spikes sticking out along the center line of the front.

“
Put
this on her,” Luke said, handing me a gag that I’d never seen
before. He raised an eyebrow in my direction and I knew what it
meant. Yes, I felt more than happy to gag the bitch who had enjoyed
the orgasm at the stroke of Luke’s whip.

The gag left
Carlie’s mouth forced open wide. I gleefully fastened the two
buckles behind her head. The scene we were staging left me
wondering about the client.

Carlie and I
walked over to Luke and he attached a carabiner onto the D ring on
the back of Carlie’s girdle. He also wrapped a thick black climbing
rope around her elbows.

“
Lie
down on your side … careful of the spikes,” Luke told Carlie.
“Jane, grab the foot bib over there and slide her feet into it.
Okay, we need to pull together. On three ... One, two, three.” He
pulled both ropes that elevated Carlie’s torso; not much strength
was required on my part to lift her legs. We tied the ropes off and
Luke said, “Time to shift Tess … right under her.” I hung onto
the spreader bar and we shifted her in direct alignment with the
floating Carlie.

“
We
should braid Carlie’s hair, don’t you think?” I said, looking at
Luke.

“
Definitely, good thinking,” he said and smiled. He took my
face in his hands and gave me a rough kiss.

I ran to our
bathroom and, finding the right hair tie, hurried back. I had
decided to be professional, let go of my baser tendencies and make
quick work of braiding her soft red hair. As I draped her hair over
her left shoulder I noticed a tattoo of a whip on the back of her
neck. The strands were clearly braided like the whip Janice had
used on me. This world seemed smaller by the day and made me wonder
what relationship she might have had with Janice in the
past.

I had no need to
spray Carlie with water. Her uncomfortably elevated bondage left
her naturally perspiring. She had to strain to keep her head up.
“Please light the candles and dim the lights,” Luke ordered as he
climbed the ladder that stood to the side of the women. “Hand me
the camera body and then the 210 lens.”

The atmosphere
shifted with the candle light. The darkness of the set, the beige
rope and flickering of the candles rarefied the mystery and sex
appeal of the shot.

“
Tess,
tilt your face to me a bit … yes, right there.” Luke began snapping
shot after shot. “Carlie, lift your head as high as you can. Arch
your back.” Then Luke, suddenly and without warning, slapped Carlie
across the face. “Lift that head of yours if you want to keep it.”
He kept shooting Tess wincing each time he hit Carlie. He got what
he wanted out of the models and they knew what they were in for,
but his tactics still made me uncomfortable.

“
Jane,
please give Tess’ nipples some incentive,” Luke ordered.

Tess smiled in
what I thought was an effort to make me less uncomfortable. I
twisted both her nipples with care until they reached their full
peaks.

I could tell Luke
wanted to capture the whip marks, Carlie’s distorted mouth, and her
bound arms and still include Tess’s bondage below. After he shot
more from the top of the ladder, he came down and lay on the
ground, shooting many different angles from that
position.