Photoshoot

More pictures? Of me? Doing what?

I mean, I know. Of course I know. But something in my mind is pushing back. Some **** part of me that wants to stop what’s happening, that knows Derek can’t be trusted, that’s still terrified of how incredibly visible I’ve been since this all started. One picture is too many. More of them? What if he wants to see more than just my tits? I can’t show him I can’t do this I have to stop but oh, delicious tingles in my body.

I want to.

While that’s all happening inside me Derek gets out of the car instead of waiting for me to respond. I follow him out, still stuck in my head, still wrestling with myself. What am I doing here? It was only a few days ago that I was still **** to get away from Derek, hide from him again, find my invisibility powers and stop all of this from happening. Don’t I want that? Don’t I want to go back to how I was before, when I had control of my own life?

The moment my shoes touch the dirt he’s on me, arms around me pressing me against him and every thought and worry and doubt is gone as his lips take mine. I let out a long breath of relief through my nose as I relax against him, my arms circling his waist, kissing him back, parting my lips to let his tongue meet mine. He’s not letting up, squeezing me tighter, tongue pressing forcefully into my mouth, pushing my back against the side of the car as I release a squeal of joy. One of his hands grabs my ass, pulling my crotch against his and oh my god he’s hard again already. His other hand is at the back of my head, grabbing my hair and pulling just enough to hurt, holding my head firmly in place as his tongue wrestles mine into submission, there’s nothing left in my head anymore just the sensation of his body controlling mine from head to toe, he’s so big so warm so strong he has me and I never want him to let me go.

His hands release their grip on me and he pulls away from the kiss, a small moan of disappointment chasing him out of my mouth. He places his hands against the car on either side of me, still pressing his body into me so I can’t move. I’m looking up at him, up at that sharp smile, waiting for whatever he wants to do to me next.

“I like having fun with you.” His voice sends shivers through my body. “But I can’t be around you all the time. That one pic is nice, but I want some more for when I’m having fun by myself. I want to be able to see what a good girl you are any time I want.” His smile sharpens. “And if I wanted to do anything else with them, well, that would be up to me. Like say, maybe, you stopped being such a good girl, and I had to show people who you really are.” His body presses forward, squeezing me against the side of the car, ever so slightly constricting my breath. “Whaddya say, Cassie?”

The shivers grow stronger, that voice inside screaming at me now. What are you doing Cass? This is terrifying. If you show yourself to him then he’s going to show everyone else. Everyone will see you. Even as that voice sounds less and less like me, the fear is still very very real. But something happens that’s never happened before. The churning pit of fear drops from my chest, down through my stomach and becomes a sharp tingle between my legs. I let that sensation guide me, and I squeeze my arms around him tighter. I don’t need to be afraid if I just stay with him, do what he says, be his. The moment that thought enters my mind the fear blossoms into warmth. I want to stay with him. I want to do what he says. I want to make him happy. “I want to show you who I am, Derek.” I press my face into his chest. “I want to be your good girl.”

Just like that, his weight is off me and he pulls away from my grasp, leaving me standing next to his old yellow mustang as he takes his phone out. “I knew you’d come around, Cassie.” He points the camera lens at me. “Now let’s start nice and slow. Just pull your shirt up and show me what you’re wearing underneath.”

Okay. Okay, I can do this. Just showing him my bra, no big deal. He’s already seen more than that. My hands reach down to the hem of my shirt, and there’s a pause as I grasp it, the voice inside trying so hard to stop me. But all I have to do is think about the feeling of Derek’s firm body pressing against me and my hands are rising, lifting my shirt, and now he can see my plain black bra. It’s as easy as that.

Derek nods, tapping his phone a few times. “Nice, nice. Now lean back against the car, all relaxed, gimme a smile, that’s good.” More taps. “Now lose the shirt.”

My cheeks grow warm and the smile on my face widens. My hands finish what they started, pulling my shirt up and off over my head, dropping it into the dirt without a care in the world.

“Good girl. Now turn around, that’s right, look back at me over your shoulder and take off the bra.”

Oh yes, here we go. My cheeks are still glowing red and I can’t remember the last time a smile felt so genuine. Part of me wonders about that as my hands reach behind my back for my bra clasp, and an answer appears in my mind with sudden clarity.

I like it when he tells me what to do.

The clasp is undone, and I shiver as my hands pull the straps off my shoulders and drop the bra to the ground. My nipples were already hard and now they’re straining painfully in the breeze. My mouth is open to pull in heavy breaths as I look back at Derek and wait for his next command.

“Cover your tits with your hands, and turn around. Nice. Now hands behind your head.” His eyes are locked on my naked chest. “Oh, fuck yeah. Push your chest out toward me. Mmmm, I love the topless in jeans look.”

I almost let out a laugh, his words bring me so much joy. My chest is heaving. His eyes on me are making me feel a new kind of heat, a glowing, shining warmth. Every inch of exposed skin is tingling with it, the air caressing my body and I just want to show him more, show him what he has.

“Alright Cassie, now, real slow, unbutton your jeans, pull down the zipper. Good, good girl. Now pull your panties down just a little, show me some bush. Not too much yet.”

Oh but Derek I want to show you more than a little. I still can’t stop thinking about your face right between my legs, your tongue sending me to heaven. The top of my bush is peeking out from my panties, and then Derek is moving, closer, he’s on me oh my god I can’t breathe his mouth is on mine please take me I love kissing you so much never stop never ever stop. One strong rough hand is on my bare tit, crushing it pulling hard on my aching nipple and the pain is so sweet. His other hand covers my soft belly, moving down, down, into my undone jeans, through my bush pushing into my wetness. He doesn’t go inside, just presses against me, moving over and between my slick lips the heel of his palm grinding against my swollen clit oh oh oh I’m right there I’m right there oh my god Derek you’re going to make me come.

And he stops. I look at up at him, breathless, grinding against his hands still on me, and he’s just smiling. He pulls his hands away and grabs my wrist, pulling me around to the rear of the car. “I wanna see how wet I got you. Lean against the trunk and show me.”

I’m still catching my breath. There’s no way I can form a coherent thought. But I don’t need to. I just need to do what he tells me. So I lean over, pulling my jeans and panties down over my rear, and once my glistening pussy is exposed I put my hands on the trunk, pushing my ass out toward him to give him a better view.

Tap tap goes his thumb on the phone. “Fuck, you’re loving this, huh? Ok, now pants off. Fuck it, shoes and socks too, get naked for me. Oh, you’re eager, good girl! Now spread your legs a little, just like that, lemme see all of it.”

Oh my god. Oh my god I can feel myself dripping down my legs. I can’t believe I’m actually naked for him. I can’t even feel the dirt and rocks under my bare feet because I’m floating. That new, shining heat is burning now, incandescent. I’m a goddess, my true form finally unleashed, and it’s all because of him.

“Alright, come around now, get on the hood of the car. There you go, crawl up there, perfect, stay like that on all fours for a minute. Lemme get a good look.” Tap tap tap. “Now get on your back, look at me. Nice smile. OK, now spread those legs good and wide. Use your hands, spread your lips, get that pussy open for me. I want to see inside you. Fuck yes, good girl.”

He gets a little closer, his eyes fixed on my exposed depths, his phone capturing it all. All of me. I’m trembling, vibrating. It’s all I can do not to writhe in ecstasy. This is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. This is almost better than his touch. That glowing shining divine warmth is filling me, flowing through me, I’m flying I’m free I’m not afraid anymore. I’m showing all of me to him and I’m not afraid.

I’m just his.

He finally puts his phone back in his pocket. “Good girl, that was perfect.”

He climbs up onto the hood of the car with me, lying on his back beside me. I can’t help myself. I get on top of him, needing to feel him against me. Hands touching his chest, his arms, stroking his face, I’m rubbing my whole naked body against him, the feeling of his clothes against my soft skin setting me off, this is too much. I need him. I need to feel him, need to feel him taking me. He puts his hands behind his head, looking up at the sky and smiling, a long slow sigh of contentment escaping his lips as I press mine against his neck, his jaw, his cheek.

“Seems like you got a little worked up, huh Cassie?”

All I can do is whine and moan, everything I just experienced has robbed me of my capacity for speech. I kiss and lick at his neck, nibble at his ear, begging him with my body for him to take me take everything I just showed him.

He finally moves one of his arms around me, squeezing me tight. “Why don’t we look at those pics together, and I can show you up close just how worked up you got me?”