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Caden's
slow smile made my stomach clench. "All I need is you."

I
tried not to show how much his answer discomfited me so I flashed him a quick
smile. I was relieved when I closed the office door behind me and escaped his
eyes that seemed to see too much.

Chapter Ten

To
say I was nervous was an understatement. I had no idea what to expect. We
hadn't discussed any particulars, and I didn't know what would happen once I
arrived at Caden's on Saturday. I found him in the office leaning against his
desk when I walked in. His eyes were intense as he watched me walk towards him.

"I
half expected you to not show up."

I
smiled wanly. "Me too."

Caden's
gaze was heated, his eyes ablaze with anticipation, so I was surprised by his
next words. "Are you sure you want to do this? As much as I want this, I
don't want you to force yourself."

He
couldn't have known that his words were exactly what I needed to hear. This was
my decision, and I was choosing to let go. For once, I was going to just go on
gut instinct without obsessing about the details.

"I'm
sure." I bit my lip, unsure how to proceed. "So now what?"

Caden
smiled slowly, looking inordinately pleased. He was dressed casually in jeans
and a t-shirt, looking more gorgeous than a person should be allowed. I felt
overdressed next to him. I had no idea what to wear, especially since I doubted
I would be wearing it for very long, so I had settled on a black skirt and
green blouse. I had the feeling that I looked more like a librarian than a sex kitten.

He
lifted a piece of paper from his desk and handed it to me. "Read this
over. It just says that these photos can never be released or used for any
purpose without your explicit permission. Also, it gives you the right to
retain sole possession of the images."

I
scanned the sheet quickly and then signed it. I handed it back to Caden after I
was done. "And now?"

"Now
we go to the studio."

Caden
straightened and walked to the studio as I trailed behind him. I had never
entered his studio before, and I followed him with nervous anticipation. I
didn't know what I expected to find. Maybe a large bed fit for a bordello and
an array of sexual props and toys? What I didn't expect to find was a large
room with high ceilings that looked like a well-outfitted professional studio.
There was a track lighting system installed on the ceiling and a large white
backdrop that reached past the floor. Several pieces of photography equipment
were crowded into the corner next to a large table that had a huge monitor
resting on it.

I
wasn't totally wrong in my expectations. There
was
a bed in front of the backdrop, but
it was just a simple square with a white sheet covering it. My immediate
thought was that I hoped Caden changed the sheets after each session. I
squelched the thought since it didn't exactly put me in a sensual mood. I told
myself I didn't care about all the other women Caden had photographed before
me. This wasn't personal between Caden and me. I was doing this because I was
trying to awaken the sexual being I hoped was hidden somewhere inside me.

I
looked at Caden expectantly. I wasn't sure what to do now. The thought of
stripping and just going for it made me blanch.

"Why
don't you go over and sit on the bed. We don't have to start taking pictures
until you're ready. We can talk for a little bit." Despite Caden's casual
words, his eyes were burning with intensity.

I
followed his direction and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. "What are
we supposed to talk about? Do you usually talk to your models before shooting?"

Caden
shrugged. "It depends. Everyone is different. Some are raring to go, and
others want to ease into it."

I
was definitely one of the latter. There were two cameras, each on a tripod, set
up in front of me, but Caden stood next to them instead of behind them. I
plucked at the sheet nervously.

“How
come you have two cameras?”

“I
like to shoot both digital and film.”

I
nodded, although his answer didn’t mean much to me. "What do you usually
talk about with your models?"

"Anything.
Most women want to talk about their sexual experiences. It helps them loosen
up."

I
grimaced. There was no way in hell I was going to talk about my sexual past,
especially with Caden. "Can't you just put on some music or
something?"

He
shook his head. "There's no sound system in here. I find it
distracting."

I
pressed my lips together. This was not starting out well. A part of me wanted
to get up and bolt. I told myself that I could do this. This was no big deal.

"Why
don't you just start taking pictures? I don't think talking is going to
help."

Caden
studied me for a few beats before moving to turn on the lights on the ceiling
track and adjusting them until he was satisfied with their position. I watched
silently as he moved a few umbrellas over and fiddled with their placement
until he was satisfied. He picked up a light meter, studying it for a few
moments and then set it down.

"I'm
going to start taking pictures now. Just try to relax." The gravelly tone
of his voice wasn't helping me to relax. It instead ignited a fire in me.

I
tried to stop my muscles from tensing as Caden settled in behind one of the
cameras, looking completely at ease. He took a few moments adjusting the
settings on his camera and I took the opportunity to slide further back onto
the bed and slip off my heels, tucking my legs underneath me.

Caden
looked up from the camera. "How are you feeling right now?"

"Nervous.
Amazed that I'm even here."

I
could hear the smile in Caden's voice, his face now obstructed by the camera.
"You look beautiful, Lauren. Take your hair down for me."

I
took a deep breath and then reached up to release my hair from its tight
ponytail. It tumbled down my back in curly abandon and I automatically reached
up to push it back from my face.

I
heard a soft intake of breath and then the sound of the shutter going off.
Caden's voice was low and soothing when he spoke. "Tip your head back
slightly and turn a little to your right side."

Caden's
direction made this feel more like a photo shoot than a sensual exploration,
and I began to feel myself relax. I followed more of his directions as he
continued taking pictures, fluidly switching from one camera to the other. I
began moving without needing his direction as my mind filled with the memories
of my fantasy. But now it was really happening. Caden was actually standing
before me, taking pictures of me like I was the most fascinating woman in the
world. I found myself becoming bolder, eager to push my boundaries.

Something
inside me shifted as Caden continued taking pictures, murmuring encouraging
words. My pulse quickened as my skin became heated, all rational thought
fleeing my head. The sensations of arousal and sexual awareness were empowering
as I let go of my closely guarded control, relinquishing myself to my body's
desires.

I
reached up and started unbuttoning my blouse, the unfamiliar need to bare
myself to Caden blotting out any hesitation. He was silent but he continued
taking pictures, simply following wherever I was taking this.

I
felt a spike of excitement as I finished unbuttoning my blouse, revealing the
black lacy bra that I had bought just for this occasion. My breasts were
already swollen from excitement, and they pushed against the fabric, waiting to
be released.

I
shrugged out of my blouse and let it fall back onto the bed. My breathing was
growing heavy and I felt a hedonistic glow suffuse my body as Caden took
pictures of me.

I
reached behind me, propping myself up a little so that I could unzip my skirt.
I slowly shimmied out of it and let it drop to the floor. My matching black
panties were barely a scrap of fabric and I was conscious of how wet I had
become. Instead of being embarrassed, it made me more aroused as I wondered if
it was noticeable to Caden.

He
had been silent while I had taken off my clothes, and he continued his silence
after I was done. I was startled when he straightened and proceeded to take one
of the cameras off its stand. It was the first time I had seen his face since
he started shooting, and the tight arousal I saw in his expression ramped up my
excitement. Still, I felt unsure as he came closer.

"What
are you doing?" My voice surprised me with its breathiness.

"Getting
closer."

I
accepted his simple answer and he walked close to the bed, crouching next to it
so that we were at eye level, although the camera was blocking his expression.
I was surprised when he focused on my face as he took more pictures, but then
the camera slowly drifted down.

"Are
you wet?" he asked, his voice husky. His question made wetness flood even
more between my legs.

"Yes,"
I whispered, feeling almost dizzy with lust.

"What
do you feel like doing now?"

The
flutter of excitement in my chest was pushing me to go further. All my
nerve-endings were tingling with anticipation.

"I
feel like taking off my bra."

"Do
it."

Caden's
guttural order had me reaching behind me. I unhooked the clasp of my bra and
let it fall down. It was almost painful without the support of my bra. My
breasts were so swollen with arousal and my nipples were so hard, it was almost
too much to bear.

Caden's
hands tightened on the camera, but he kept his focus on taking pictures.

"Do
whatever feels natural."

I
slid my hands up my stomach, even that simple touch feeling erotic, until I cupped
my heavy breasts. A soft moan escaped me as I squeezed them, the hard nubs
aching, begging to be touched. I moaned louder as I twisted my nipples between
my fingers, feeling arrows of desire shoot down to my center. I had never felt
so turned on by my own hands. But I knew it wasn't just my caresses that were
exciting me. It was the fact that Caden was watching.

A
thought stirred in my mind. What would it feel like if it were Caden's hands on
me instead of mine? I couldn't help imagining it was him who was touching me,
tugging on my hard nipples and eliciting sounds of pure pleasure from me. It
fueled my desire even higher.

I
released one of my breasts and glided my hand down my body, distractedly
noticing how hot my skin was. I had stopped thinking at this point, only
focusing on the pleasure. My fingers trembled as they slid closer to my
panties. I slipped my hand under them, my fingers instantly wet from my
arousal.

I
couldn't support myself anymore. I fell back on the bed as my hand slid lower
into my panties, my other hand still tugging at my nipple. Caden straightened
and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at me as he continued taking
pictures. I felt satisfaction course through me when I saw his erection through
his jeans.

"What
are you doing now?"

"Touching
myself." The voice that said those words sounded unfamiliar to me. It was
low and tight, barely able to be heard.

"Tell
me how you're touching yourself. What does it feel like?"

I hadn't
expected Caden to want me to talk through this, and instead of putting me off,
it excited me even more. I had never talked dirty or even openly about sex in
my life to anyone, let alone to a man who was watching me masturbate.

"Wet.
My...my pussy is so wet." The word felt foreign on my tongue, but the
taboo of saying a word I had never even thought of, let alone said out loud,
was so erotic that it made me hotter.

"What
else?" Caden's voice was getting more and more strained, and I could hear
how heavy his breathing was getting.

"My
clit is aching. It's so swollen and sensitive. I...I feel like I'm going to go
crazy."

"Are
you stroking your clit?"

I
cried out and arched my back as I did just that, his question heightening every
sensation.

"Yes,"
I choked out. I was feverishly manipulating my clit, acutely aware of Caden's
presence next to me but barely noticing that he was taking pictures.

"Take
off your panties." Instead of bristling at his command, I found myself
reveling in his need to see me. It took my excitement to another level and
there was no thought in my mind except the need to give in to my desires.

I
reached down and grasped the sides of my panties, aware of how wet my fingers
were on the hand that I had used to stroke myself. I lifted up my hips as I
pulled my panties down, wriggling out of them until they dropped to the floor.

Caden
continued taking photos, and I felt a wild abandon now that I was totally
exposed to him. There was no going back. I had committed fully to this and
there was a freedom in recognizing that.

I
rested my feet flat on the bed so that my legs were propped up, parting them so
that Caden could see everything I was doing. I felt no shame in the scent of my
arousal. I felt no shame in anything at the moment. All I could feel was
pleasure.