InvitingTheDevil (12 page)

“I’ll have to wait until the tattoo has healed. Your nipples are next and last your bellybutton. Kalem chose some beautiful nipple rings and bellybutton jewelry.”

I let out a yelp as he pierced each nipple. I found it extremely painful. After he’d inserted the nipple rings and showed me in the mirror what it looked like, I heated up like never before. A gold bar at the base of my nipples held a round ring studded with diamonds. The rings fit exactly around the base. My nipples poked completely out.

The bellybutton piercing was more painful, but it didn’t last long. The jewelry was a gold ring with fine gold chains dangling from it, a diamond at the bottom of each. My piercings were finished and the tattoo artist entered the room.

I had to place my legs in the stirrups again. The tattoo artist was an older man, I judged him to be in his fifties, and sported long gray hair held back in a ponytail. When he looked at me, I noticed he had steely gray eyes—certainly not someone who’d turn me on. He put on a pair of latex gloves and got his instruments ready. The tattoo artist sat on a stool between my legs. His one hand pulled the skin taut while he tattooed with the other. The pricks were uncomfortable, but not painful.

It seemed to take a long time and I was starting to get very hungry. My stomach growled.

“I’ll go and order us some food. I can hear your stomach,” John said and got up from the stool he’d been sitting on while watching the procedure.

The tattoo artist finally went to work on the outer labia. To tattoo that area, he had to play with my pussy lips and of course, it got me horny again, no matter what the man looked like. It seemed anyone touching me down there, playing with my genitals, got me horny as hell. The tail finished, he moved to the other side and began to tattoo the snake.

“Where do you want the head?” he asked.

“Near my clit somewhere, its tongue pointing at my clit.”

“Mm, I’ll see if it fits between the dragon’s legs.”

His finger was on my clit pulling the skin very tight. I felt it pulse, harden, my juices spilling. The man didn’t even blink. He dabbed me dry with a tissue. I could hardly believe I was doing this, but seeing Shannon’s tattoos had really turned me on, and I had found them incredibly sexy. It was nearly eight in the evening by the time he was finished. He held a mirror between my legs for me to see. The skin was quite red, but the tattoos were beautiful. I could imagine the dragon’s eyes after John applied surface studs.

John came into the room. “Are you finished?”

“Yes.”

“Let me see.”

I spread my legs again so John could see the tattoo artist’s handiwork.

“Oh, my God, girl. Beautiful. But if Kalem finds out, he’ll have a heart attack.”

“Has nothing to do with my modeling career. He isn’t going to see it, and if you don’t tell him, he’ll never know. Give him back the money for the jewelry. I’ll pay for it all.”

“Okay. I have food for you. I got you a salad and orange juice, not knowing how long it would take. Anything warm would have been cold by now.”

“Thanks. Salad is great.”

“You’ll need to take good care of the tattoos, keep them moist. I’ll give you a lubricant for that. It will take at least five days before they’ve healed. The lubricant is very important. You don’t want your skin to dry out and for it to scab and scale. Shower regularly. Any dead skin will automatically wash off, and continue the lubricant for at least another week.”

I got dressed, sat in the reception area with John while I ate my salad and chatted amiably with him.

“If I knew it wouldn’t invite Kalem’s wrath, I’d ask you to go out with me. I really like you, Danea.”

“Thanks. Maybe in the future? I’ll take a rain check.” Kalem had no say in who I dated. I didn’t recall seeing anything in the modeling contract about his models not dating. I really liked John, too, and could imagine going out with him, but then. I’d sworn off men in general.

John called me a cab.

I walked into my apartment just after nine. Shannon had left a message and there was another one from Kalem canceling my fitting tomorrow. Good. I needed time for the tattoos and piercings to begin their healing. Tomorrow was going to be a vegetating day for me, I decided. I wondered why the fitting had been canceled. Had he changed his mind about keeping me on?

I kicked the shoes off, peeled out of the dress and went to my bedroom, taking the lubricant with me. Standing before the mirror, I inspected my reflection. I looked exotic. The nipple rings glittered around my dark nipples and against the dark aureole—the bellybutton jewelry the same. I loved the tiny dragon just above my clit and the snakehead, its tongue pointing down, aiming at my clit as if to eat it. After opening the jar of lubricant, I applied it liberally to the tattoos. I was a tad sore, as if I had a major sunburn, but John had told me the smarting would subside.

Cupping my breasts, I squeezed them and wondered what the aureole would look like if I had surface studs on them. Maybe that was going a bit too far. I took the makeup mirror out of the kit and lay on the bed. Pulling my knees up, I set it between my legs and looked at my pussy. Gazing at my own genitals, the new studs and the tattooed lips, need rose within me. I pried the lips apart. The vaginal ring glittered at me. I played with my clit and wished I had a sex toy. Buying a dildo would be on my
to do
list for tomorrow. I slipped two fingers into my oozing vagina and swished them around. To heighten my climax, I thought about Kalem and our night of wild sex. In seconds, my juices soaked my pussy. I’d signed off on him, but had I really?

Chapter Eight

I spent my time sketching while I waited for my tattoos and piercings to heal. I also anxiously waited for a call about the photo shoot. I had called once to ask if I needed to come in to the office and work with the design team but ogre told me that Mr. Ostarizo had said for me to work at home.

I finally got the call and was grateful it had taken so long. The peeling of my skin between my legs was not a pretty sight. The fitting of the other dresses took place three days before the photo shoot, which was to happen on Thursday. I wore panties and a tank top so the seamstress wouldn’t see anything. I hadn’t heard from Kalem at all, and neither was he present at the fitting.

The limo picked me up early on Wednesday morning for my salon treatment. My pubic hair had started to grow back in so I needed another wax job. The second application of instant tan caused an even darker tan than I’d had before and the tattoos and jewelry contrasted sharply.

The next morning they did my makeup and hair. After I was done, I stood naked before their full-length mirrors, mesmerized by the stranger gazing back at me. The woman in the reflection hardly resembled the Danea of a few weeks ago.

The clothes I was to wear for the shoot all waited for me at the photographer’s studio. He had his own makeup girl on standby in case I needed any touchups. His name was Daniel.

“I’ve got no idea what to do. I’m very new at all this,” I told him.

“Don’t worry, Danea. I’ll tell you how to pose, what to do, when to smile or not to smile,” he said.

He was a young man, I guessed in his mid-twenties. Very handsome with light blond hair, blue eyes, dimples in his cheeks when he smiled, and what an engaging smile he had. He was also very tall and muscular. I noticed a wedding ring on his finger.

My first outfit was a pantsuit. I found that type of modeling quite tiring as the camera clicked rapidly and he seemed to shoot hundreds of pictures of me in the same outfit in various positions and with different backdrops. The lights were hot, causing me to perspire. The makeup girl had to dab my face often and touch up my makeup.

Last were the dresses. To my consternation, as I was ready for the first shots of me in a yellow gown, Kalem appeared. My legs turned to rubber, my face grew warm and my stomach knotted. Damn, why did he have that effect on me? I’d worked so hard to put him out of my mind, to accept that it could never be. And there he was, gazing at me with those black mysterious eyes getting me all hot and bothered. As if I wasn’t hot enough under the bright lights.

The silver dress was last. I tried to ignore Kalem’s presence, but found it impossible. I felt his gaze on me constantly. Several times, I’d dared glance in his direction only suffer more discomfort when I saw him standing watching me. I stood before the mirror while the makeup girl locked the clasps of the harness. My new body jewelry showed clearly through the cobweb material as did my tattoo. There was no escaping it. Kalem would be introduced to the protector of my virginity. I giggled at my own weird sense of humor as I took my position in front of the new backdrop. It was a fantasy scene, or maybe more scifi. The lights would show everything. I squinted and looked at Kalem’s face. Unreadable. Granite. If he’d noticed my piercings, the tattoo, he didn’t show any sign of it.

I began the routine poses I knew by heart. I heard Daniel’s heavy breathing. His voice was hoarse as he issued posing commands. He might be married, but I’d turned him on wearing the cobweb.

To my dismay, Kalem joined me. In seconds, he had the leash attached to the collar. One of the assistants clasped a thin chain to each of the wristbands and to the anklets. He wouldn’t. Oh, my God, would he dare—in front of Daniel and his two male assistants—the makeup girl? The thought infuriated me but it made my pussy swell and my clit throb at the same time. I wouldn’t put anything past Kalem. The assistant moved out of the camera’s view. I heard it click as Kalem pulled the leash and made me to fall against him. My heart almost stopped when my body touched his. He forced me into several poses without really using force. I allowed it. I craved it.

What he did next was completely unexpected. He did the unthinkable. Holding me close with the leash, gazing into my eyes, he tore at the cobweb. It gave way, much too easily. Vaguely, I heard the clicks of the camera and Daniel’s heavy breathing. It all sounded far away, as if Kalem and I were alone. His foot pushed between my legs slowly stomping the bottom of the skirt down to the floor. I knew most of the material was shredded. From somewhere someone had added an alien looking bench to the set. Taking me by the shoulders, he pushed me down until I lay on it. Taking the silver chains on the bracelets, he pulled my arms over my head and fastened them beneath the bench. He spread my legs and did the same with the anklets. Only strips of cobweb clung here and there to my body I noticed as I lifted my head and looked. I lay exposed for anyone and everyone to gawk at.

Kalem stood beside me. He was wearing his usual black leather pants and knee high leather boots. His chest was bare. He placed one boot beside me on the bench and lifted his hand. I saw the flogger he held and cringed. It had a silver handle with purple leather strands and silver beads at the ends. I held my breath as he trailed it from my pussy to my breasts and back again. He raised his arm and brought the flogger down on my stomach and breasts. It stung, but it caused heavenly sensations throughout my body. He brought the flogger down several more times and with each lash, I squirmed and my pussy lips swelled, my clit stiffened and throbbed. I screamed and whimpered, I squirmed and thrust my hips upward, seeking his touch. My juices spilled. I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Why hadn’t I protested? I could have flatly refused as soon as he joined me. But I hadn’t refused. I had to admit, I welcomed his presence, his touch, and what he was doing to me. That Daniel was shooting the entire scene, only made my libido go into overdrive. He stopped and unfastened the chains. I thought the shoot was over, but I was wrong.

The assistants brought out a wooden contraption. I had no idea what it was but soon found out. Pulling the leash, Kalem made me bend over a horizontal bar. I saw the rings on its pedestal and sucked in my breath. My hands barely reached the rings as he threaded the silver chain through them and secured them. He did the same with my feet. The wood was rough as if made from fresh cut trees, I guessed to suit the scene. The cross bar did have an indent for my body along with some soft padding. The whole thing was about four feet wide. There I was, bent over and spread-eagled and on display. My breasts hung towards my chin, my nipples were harder than ever. What would he do next?

The flogger struck my ass hard. Tears stung my eyes, yet I still didn’t protest. I gasped and bit my lower lip, and loved it. I wanted more but bit my tongue not to beg. I wouldn’t give the photographer and his assistants the satisfaction, even less Kalem. He continued to flog me until my ass cheeks burned. Sometimes he merely trailed the strands of the flogger up and down my ass crack and my cleft, teasing me. Other times, I’m sure the full strength of his arm went into the blows. It didn’t matter, I loved it all and he seemed to know it. I knew he was enjoying every second of his torture of me and relished the juices trickling down my crack.

He stopped and undid the chains. The assistants dragged the wooden contraption away. Before I had time to think about what had just happened, something descended from the ceiling. It was some kind of swing made from twine hanging from rough ropes. It was triangular shaped. He pushed me down on it and onto my back so that my ass cheeks were at the edge of the seat. He put each of my feet beside the rope nearest it and tied the chain to a ring. The leash, he tied to the single rope behind my head. Next, he made me hold my ankles and tied the wrist chains to my anklets. My pussy was even more exposed than before. The heat of the lights warmed my vagina.

What he did next was something I’d never heard of. Then again, I hadn’t heard of any of it so what was I even thinking? He placed two plastic cylinders over my nipples. He squeezed a handle on each cylinder and strong suction pulled on both nipples. The suction continued for a while until I thought my nipples would pop out of my breasts, then he removed the cylinders. I glanced at my nipples. They were beyond huge and throbbed with desire. Not even a man’s mouth could awaken such erotic feelings in them. He quickly attached nipple clamps and tightened them.

I had no idea what he did next as I couldn’t see down there. Something cool and slick entered my asshole and when I realized it was lubricant, I thought for sure he was going to fuck me in front of everyone. Something was shoved into my anus. I had no idea what it was but it felt pleasant. He had a dildo in his hand and held it against my vagina. Oh, my God! Surely he wasn’t going to pierce my hymen with a dildo? I looked at the huge dildo and shuddered. It looked even bigger at the base than his cock. “No!” I screamed as he started to insert it into me. I tried to clench my vaginal muscles, but I was so wide open, it was impossible. I felt my hole widen. The invasion continued. “No! Stop!” I yelled again. “Damn you to hell, you devil! You’ll not deflower me this way!”