The Sub Who Switched [Doms and Acquaintances 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (2 page)

“Nice smile, but can you open your lips?”

Uh-uh. Not going to happen.
One thing Ellie didn’t like was photos of herself with broad grins, showing teeth. Lee didn’t push her to do this but continued snapping for a few minutes, darting from side to side to get a variety of pictures.

“Okay, would you like to take a rest and see the first shots before we continue?” he asked, laying aside his camera.

Shit
. What on earth would they look like? She reluctantly, and with a lack of decorum, got off the bed and slowly approached the computer where Zara was loading the first shots.

“Oh. My. God,” Ellie intoned when they came up. “That is not me! You have got the wrong woman.”

They laughed at her comment, assuring Ellie that it really was her.

“Holy Mary. Wow.” For a few minutes, she didn’t say anything as they looked at the photos, but her chin was on the floor in amazement. They were all of the same type of pose with her lying on her front, but Lee had taken them from different angles. Ellie was astonished at how relaxed she looked, but most of all, how sexy she appeared!

The next part of the shoot went the same way with Lee directing her positions, encouraging her to pose in ways she wouldn’t have normally considered and then checking them out on the computer. Sometimes it was hard going. She’d never before considered how exhausting it was to lay on your back with your legs in the air.

She giggled. If she had any advice to give anyone wanting their photos done, it would be to take up aerobics for a month beforehand!

As it continued, little by little, Lee asked her to take off an item of clothing, firstly her stockings, but replacing the shoes, then her shoes, finally her panties. It was done so nicely and gradually that, when she was asked if she wanted to take off her remaining item, the basque, she had no problems whatsoever and whipped it off as it was a coat and she had just come in from outdoors.

Ellie was actually an exhibitionist at heart which is why she could do this in the first place and had even gone nude at a BDSM conference some months back when a volunteer was called for. But the fear now was more one of worrying what the photos would show of her less-than-voluptuous body. When Zara had showed her the photos that Lee had taken so far, even without any touching up, and she was certainly going to have some done, like remove the redness around her face and neck, they looked stunning. It was like looking at a different person. Was that really her? Did she look that beautiful?

Having removed the basque, Ellie automatically arched her back to try to make her breasts look bigger in time-honored female fashion and turned to Lee.

“That’s great, but put your shoes back on, and then lay on the bed.”

She did as he asked and found wearing her green, suede high-heeled shoes while being naked was rather sexy and sauntered over to the bed feeling like a tart! However, she balked at lying on her back on the bed with her arms over her head as she felt that showed every rib in her ribcage.

Lee laughed. “I assure you it doesn’t.” She didn’t believe him, but did as he requested, frowning as they went to look at the shots afterward. Actually he was right. The lighting was behind her so her torso was in shadow, and the ribs didn’t show.

After that she did everything Lee asked with total confidence in his ability and later shoots were taken with her totally nude on the floor. It felt a bit odd lying on the slightly cold floor, but the advertising shots she had seen of these poses were very artistic. And art was something she knew about as she ran an art gallery with Rebecca. In fact these were the sort of pictures they often exhibited. But, she snorted to herself, these were one set of artistic prints that were never going to end up on the walls of the gallery. Or indeed any walls. They were for her photo album. Her
private
photo album.

Interrupting her musings, Lee asked, “Are you ready for the baby oil?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“This was one of the items we described in the literature. We would like you to rub this baby oil into your body so that I can spray some water over you.” He held out the stated bottle.

“And you want to do this because…”

He laughed. “Because I will then spray water over you and the oil will cause water droplets to stay on your skin. It looks very sexy, believe me.”

Actually she
had
seen shots like that but hadn’t been aware of how they were created. Doing as requested, she shivered when the water hit her body, causing her nipples to pucker at the cold. Ellie grimaced in embarrassment, hoping Lee hadn’t noticed but guessing he must be used to it. Erotic photography was his chosen medium, after all.

By the time Lee had finished, it was several hours later. She didn’t know how it could have gone so quickly, but she had certainly had a good time and wondered afterward why she had been so nervous. It had actually been a very liberating experience.

* * * *

Ellie didn’t really know what she was going to do with the photo album when she finishing choosing her final selection from those that had been emailed to her, but the point of the exercise had been to prove to herself that she could be sexy and desirable despite now being in her thirties, and looking at the photos they had taken, she had certainly achieved that.

Smiling in delight, Ellie linked her fingers behind her head in a pose of supreme satisfaction as she continued to look through the slideshow remembering the fun she had had.

Then her smile faltered. If only she had a man to show them off to. Her hands dropped back to cup her face in resignation as she contemplated the men in her life. There was no way she was showing them to her brother, Rebecca’s husband. Kat’s partner, Ben, would be just as bad as he was like a brother, too, and she wasn’t sure Kat would necessarily want him to look at nude photos of her friend, similarly with her other friends’ partners.

Of course, there was Nick Sinclair, a photographer himself, who exhibited at their gallery from time to time. He had also been the official photographer at Rebecca’s wedding some months back. Ellie recalled Nick was the same age as her, remembering he had had his own thirtieth a few months ago, but as nice as he was, he wasn’t really the sort of person she was after. She wanted a dominant man like Rebecca or Kat had, both of whom were with Doms.

She shivered at the thought of a strong man, preferably one taller than her, unlike Nick, who was a few inches shorter, demanding she take off her clothes and kneel before him, administering suitable punishment for her tardiness. Then Ellie sighed. Even though she had attended the submissive training conference, it hadn’t meant she was brave enough to try going to a club of that sort to find someone. It was a bit of a misnomer. If she really was a submissive sort of person, she wasn’t going to go into those sorts of places by herself, not without someone else going with her. But all her girlfriends were far prettier, with much better bodies than she had, and therefore no one would take any notice of her.

On the other hand, if anyone saw these super photos…

As Nick watched Rebecca hunt on the desk for his invoice for some of the photographs that had been sold in her art gallery, he turned to reach into his pocket as his phone suddenly rang. In doing so, his elbow knocked an envelope from the reception desk.

“Oh shit,” yelled Rebecca as the heavy envelope landed with a resounding thud on the floor and its contents slid out.

Ignoring his phone, he apologized profusely, “God, Rebecca, I am so sorry. I hope it wasn’t anything important.” Chances are it was some piece of irreplaceable and expensive artwork for the gallery that she ran with the lovely Ellie, the woman he had been in love with for some time but who rebuffed any subtle hint of interest from himself. It wasn’t that Ellie was nasty in any way. She just seemed to ignore the looks of desire he gave her and just stared straight through him as if he didn’t exist. Maybe he needed to be more direct.

While he was still ruminating on Ellie, Rebecca had knelt down on the floor. She looked somewhat ungainly, in her sixth month of pregnancy, as she scrabbled in a rather-frenzied rush to gather the photos that had been in the envelope. A little bemused that she wasn’t waiting for his help, his attention was taken by the topmost photo before she swiftly covered it with a folder. It had been a photo of Ellie, or, at least, he thought it had been. And a rather undressed photo of Ellie had been his stunned impression.

He swiftly bent down to help. Admittedly the real reason was that he was hoping to catch another glimpse of the intriguing photos.

“No!” Rebecca cried urgently. She then continued more calmly, “You’re all right, Nick. I’ve got them.” Not sure what to say, Nick helped her to her feet. She had the pile clutched tightly to her chest, and he could see that most of the pictures were, unfortunately, turned toward her, much to his chagrin, but he could see a corner of one that was facing his direction and he could ascertain that it was of a naked butt.

“Okay. Stop right there.” She did as commanded, which was unlike her. She usually took orders from no one other than her husband. But she did seem rather flustered, so he firmly asked, “What’s going on, Rebecca?”

“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.” She took a step back in denial. He took a step forward, determined to see the photos. She retreated again.

“Rebecca. If you don’t look where you are going, you will fall over that chair and drop all those photos of Ellie again.”

She squealed and looked behind her only to see there was no chair behind her. She turned back suspiciously, and he became aware of the moment that she realized what he had just said. “Oh God you saw them.”

“Well, enough to know that you have some rather interesting photos of Ellie there. Nude ones, I believe. At least, one of them was distinctly nude.”

Going pale, Rebecca answered, “Ellie is so going to kill me.”

“It wasn’t your fault that the envelope fell off the desk. That was actually my blunder.”

“Yes, that’s true. Now, if you don’t mind I need to take these somewhere safe and put them away.” Rebecca turned to leave, clearly desperate to get away from him.

Nick moved forward and took hold of her upper arms to stop her flight. “Uh-uh. Now that I know what they are, I want to see them.”

Rebecca gasped. “You can’t.”

“Oh yes I can. Or we can stay like this all day, and any customers coming in will wonder what is going on and leave immediately. Your reputation as a high-class gallery will go down the pan.”

“Shit!”

“Yeah, and now you have got that out of the way, will you put those photos down and tell me why you have some pictures of Ellie naked.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

Closing her eyes in resignation, Rebecca slumped and put them down as requested although she didn’t accede to Nick’s second demand. She just stayed silent while he studied them. Taking a clean hankie out of his pocket, he picked up the first one, turning it the right way up.
Holy cow!
There was Ellie on her back, wearing a beautiful green corset thing, her stocking-covered legs lifted into the air and crossed at the ankles showing off her lovely long limbs to perfection.

His heart beating quickly, he turned the next one over. It had Ellie sitting up, slipping the straps of the corset down as she peered demurely over one shoulder, a coy smile on her face that he had never seen before. A third photo showed her on her side, one hand along the side of her body, teasing the stocking garters.

Studying each one slowly, he then laid it aside in a neat pile. The further he looked, the more shocked Nick was.

The next one caused him to take in a deep breath. “Holy shit!” It was the naked butt one he had glimpsed before, and it was sheer heaven. He admired the skill of the photographer, while feeling jealous that someone else got to photograph the woman he craved. The photo was so sensuous it made him want to run his hands over her torso, along the line of her body from butt to neck. In fact he did run a gentle finger along the photo in a similar act.

Someone came into the gallery then, and Rebecca gave Nick a dirty look. Hurriedly covering the photos with a cloth that she scrambled to pull from the drawer, she went to greet the visitor, constantly looking back over her shoulder at Nick.

Nick ignored her and simply uncovered the photos, continuing his exploration of Ellie’s naked body in the pictures. She looked absolutely stunning. Ellie had always looked lovely to him, but he had never seen her naked or even half-dressed before. He could feel his cock hardening in his jeans, pressing against the zipper as he looked further.

A photo of her torso only, taken at an upward angle from left thigh to right shoulder covered in water droplets was nearly his undoing and he had to grip the desk to avoid coming. He hadn’t come in his jeans since he was a gawky teenager, but the sight of her shadowed pussy, the hair either shaven or cut really short, her nipples puckered in the cold, one droplet tremulously hanging off, was to die for. He had had daydreams of persuading her to allow him to take photos of her, but his imagination hadn’t gone any further than undressing her and before he got to take photos, he would push her down onto the bed while she still wore stockings and shoes and make delicious love to her.