“Um they let us take little breaks to get some water and juice, but we haven’t really had lunch-lunch. Would you like to meet everyone?” She seemed so excited, how could I turn her down?
“Sure Kitten.” With my hand in the small of her back guiding her, we walked the few steps to where her new friends were sitting.
As soon as she started the introductions, I sent my thumb on a foray along the small of her back. Rubbing little circles in that sensitive spot, before going up and down.
I was sure the more experienced members of the little group knew the reason for the hitch in her voice and the sudden flush to her skin.
Of course the fact that I was invading her space spoke volumes as well, but no one asked any questions.
Since only my first name was given, I had no idea if they knew who I was? but no one seemed to make the connection.
“Okay everyone break time’s over time to get back to…oh Mr. O…” The photographer’s assistant stopped short when she saw me and gave me a puzzled look when I cut her off with a finger to my lips just as she was about to announce my name.
None of the others seemed to have caught the slip and they headed back out to the set.
“Are you staying?” Kitten looked up at me hopefully and I couldn’t resist running my finger softly down her cheek.
“Do you want me to?”
She nodded her head and bit her lip, driving me insane. Lowering my head, I sucked her lip into my mouth, rescuing it from a mauling.
“Then I’ll stay.” One last brush of my fingers across her ass as she turned away and I moved out of the way.
I had some time to reflect on my behavior as they whisked her away to be dressed. The gnawing jealousy had eased a bit, but it left a bad taste in my mouth.
All the way here I’d thought only of punishing her for giving her laughter to another man.
The fact that she so obviously had no experience with the opposite sex, and most definitely not with one such as me, didn’t bear much weight with me. I’ve never been very good at sharing, and I wasn’t about to fucking start.
I stood discretely by in an out of the way corner taking in the shoot in between doing some business on my phone.
She’d been changed into an old fashioned English riding habit in a deep forest floor green, with a cream undershirt.
The fitted jacket hugged her curves, especially her amazing breasts, and as I stood there, I could imagine releasing every last one of the fifteen or so buttons that went from just below her waist to a little above her cleavage.’
Her hair had been bound up in some way and there was an almost masculine hat worn for the hunt sitting on her head.
She looked phenomenal, the long skirt almost dragging the floor, giving me ideas of defiling her in some hayloft somewhere.
They took a series of shots of her in that get-up, then they brought in a horse of all things.
That was fine, until they had Josh join the scene. For this part they were taking video as well as stills.
I listened as the photographer ordered them into more and more compromising poses. His voice so brisk and detached it might be easy to forget that they were two warm bodied young people who now had their hands roaming each other’s chest or back.
I gritted my teeth and kept my feet from moving forward by sheer will. Why did I come here? I knew these things could get a bit risqué, and rather suggestive, I’d dated enough models in my day to know how it worked.
Somehow it never bothered me before, it had just been a job. Now, standing there, watching her as she sat atop the horse with his hand on her ankle, her cheeks flushed from her natural shyness, I wanted to tear his fucking head off and spank her ass until she screamed.
Chapter 12
They were at it for hours, assuming different poses each one involving him having his hands on her in some way or another.
The last straw was when he sat on the horse behind her with his arms wrapped tightly around her middle just under her breast, and his face in her neck as if kissing her there.
Throughout she’d been sending me furtive glances, none of them bearing fear but a slight unease at me seeing her in these compromising positions. Again it was just her natural inhibitions at play.
But she should’ve been very afraid. It’s her job Callan. I warned myself even as they called a halt for the day; but nothing would assuage the deep fury that burned in my blood just beneath the surface.
“We’re in a bit of a rush can she bring this back tomorrow?” The photographer, knowing exactly who I was didn’t make any bones about me taking her out of there in the costume as I took her hand in mine and pulled her towards the exit.
She turned to wave at the others as they called out their goodbyes but I didn’t stop, instead I pulled her along even harder.