Positive/Negativity (13 page)

Although the client would dictate what they deemed acceptable in the final work product, I, first and foremost, needed to be satisfied with what I saw reflected in the photos. If I was displeased with the reflection of the product in any respect, including the lighting, the direction of my hair, or the way the photos displayed me representing the client and what they were trying to sell, I would express that to the photographer; then together we’d work to correct it.

It had taken many years in the business to develop that reputation for excellence and the respect of the professionals involved in each job. I carefully had narrowed down the list and had a select few that I enjoyed working with. This was due, in part, because they reflected a similar work ethic. They were also very talented individuals and had the capacity to transform me into the world’s view of a desirable man.

The insured success of future jobs was in my ability to conform my looks, expressions, and the client’s product into a congealed, believable, and photographic depiction of what the client wanted to say. It was imperative that my final product translated into sales for the client. It was that simple. I wanted to share that with Aria. She knew the real me, but she had also seen the images of me in advertisements. I wanted her, above everyone else, to be able to discern the difference between the two. It was a facet of my life that I had never desired to share with any person before. Together we would navigate these waters.

On the morning of the shoot, I woke early to go to the gym. Working out, especially with weights, insured the most volume in my physique for a desirable physical depiction. Looking at the bed, I saw that my sweet beauty was still asleep, so I lightly kissed her. She was a vision with her hair all splayed across the pillow and her shoulders. I must admit that I attempted to pull the cover down to get a glimpse of the glorious woman that I now considered mine. The sight of her always excited me. My blood was certainly pumping from my workout at the gym, but the site of Aria always made me more aware of the pulsations. There was nothing I could do to control it, nor could she, but she caused responses in me that were foreign, especially to my heart. She enchanted and excited me, over which I had no control or command.

I quietly left her to shower, being quite an unsavory sight when returning from the gym. It was very early, but the night before, I had mentioned to her that I’d reset an alarm and have a car pick her up to bring her to the shoot. There was no need for her to be awake so early. She looked so sweet and peaceful, but sweet thoughts weren’t crossing my mind as I looked at her. If I were to be on time for the shoot, I needed to take a cold shower.

I heard the water in bathroom and opened my eyes. For a moment, I was disoriented. The hotel bed was one that was not familiar, and the steel body of warmth was no longer behind me. It only took a moment to remember where I was. I recalled Declan saying that he didn’t want me to wake so early; that I should sleep in. Well, no matter what he said, that wasn’t going to happen.
No way
. Not with all the strange things around me to hear and see. That and the fact that it was New York!

I was so excited to see him in his element. This was a different Declan than the one at home.
“Home”.
When did I begin to think of
Declan, me,
and
“Home”
in the same context? The thought made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

The way he made me feel, I had never felt with another man. Honestly, I was glad for it. I would never have anyone that Declan could be compared with. He made me feel safe, solid, and sexy all with one look.
Dear God!
the looks the man would give to me! I believe he could incinerate my clothing and melt my heart with one of his determined, sexual, and commanding gazes. He hypnotized me with those stares. I cheerfully obeyed, followed, and enjoyed each suggestion of sensual pleasure he inflicted upon me. He was, obviously, much more experienced, and I loved his taking charge. Just conjuring images of some of his determined control, inventive suggestions and ultimate command of our mutual pleasure made me smile at the memories. I couldn’t wait to see him at his work, but work would have to wait…

I felt her before I heard her. The shower was adequate for two and had a seat, so Aria had approached me from behind.

“Good morning,” she said and kissed my shoulder.

“Good morning beautiful,” I replied, turning to face her. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I missed you, and I wanted to start off our day in New York in a good way,” she said, looking up at me.

I put my hands in her hair and tilted her face up for a morning kiss.

“Every morning with you, baby, starts off in a good way.” I kissed her. “I don’t have much time for this shower, beautiful. I have to be ready. A car will be waiting for me in about an hour or so.”

Aria smiled a coy little smile at me and continued as though she didn’t hear me. She ran her hands slowly from my shoulders, and down toward my hips. She paused along the way, making torturous stops with kisses, licks, and teasing bites that were testing every ounce of control I possessed. I loved when she became a little tigress and believed that she was in authority. Her hands were so silky from the body wash, and she glided them repeatedly from my glutes to thigh muscles, circling around and around until she began to torture me.

“I see someone got their workout in this morning,” she said in a sexy voice. She had placed her glorious body against mine, the sway of which made me lose all reasoning.
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“Your muscles look so big this morning. They feel…so hard. Every…one…of…them,” she teased suggestively.

I felt a deep groan escape me. My Aria had recently developed a little jungle cat personality, and she was coming out to play. I enjoyed this emerging boldness in her, so much so that I was powerless to her charms. I wanted to see the tigress play, so I leaned against the shower wall and allowed her full access.

“You know, bear, being a hairstylist all those years has made me acutely particular about grooming…especially “manscaping”. Familiar with the term?” She looked at me with blue-gray eyes that were now turbulently sexy.

I could only nod at her. I could feel a lump forming in my throat as I realized what she was suggesting, but I could not form words.

“Turn around for me,” she said wickedly.

I obeyed to see what my sensual little cat had in mind.

She lathered my lower region, slowly stroking to get the full effect, and casually held my razor in her hand.

“Trust me?” she said as she cocked one eyebrow at me.

She had now turned me into an animal as well, and I knew I had to show her the confidence I had in her. After all, hadn’t she shown her belief in me? I gathered my courage and joined the game.

“Implicitly,” I growled; then I took her hand, which held the razor, and kissed the back of it.

She smiled a wicked smile, lifting one side of her mouth and gave the order,
“Spread
…
”

I did as ordered and allowed my little cat to use her skills to design me to her liking. I couldn’t move—hell, I couldn’t breathe as she went about her work. It was a most sensual experience. I could feel my body responding to her touch with a war of emotions; excitement and fear being the two greatest.

When she had completed her task, she thoroughly and pleasantly went about cleansing her work area. The new feelings were chilling and exhilarating.

She sent me a smoldering look, and I could see that my little kitten wasn’t yet through with me.
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“Sit,” she commanded, pointing to the shower bench.

Aria looked like a goddess with her wet hair sticking to her body, strands laying down her chest and covering areas that my hands itched to explore. I was allowing her unhindered access to me, while I enjoyed our spirited foreplay and her escalating boldness. She had been so excited and accommodating in making this trip to New York with me. Wanting to indulge her this morning, I
was the one enjoying every moment.

As I settled myself on the granite bench, I sat back a bit to enjoy my view of her. She was a vixen this morning, and I found myself flaming hot for her, rising to heights I’d never reached. There was also an exciting feeling in my chest as my love was entering deep and unchartered waters. Her assertiveness confirmed how secure she felt with me, and that turned me on even more.

She approached me, eyeing me up as if I were a masterpiece she created. She reached her hand down teased me with her fingers, feeling the smoothness left behind from her labor.
Oh hell! That felt good!

“Mmm…I like that, but we aren’t finished” she said as she positioned herself. She placed first one leg, then the other around my waist, straddling me. Her full breasts were rubbing against my chest, still lathered and slippery from the soap.

Pulling my hair back with both of her hands, she forced me to look into her eyes. A wicked spark flashed through the blue hues. She reached beside me to the shampoo and never let her eyes leave mine. Her hands came behind my head and began a massage through my neck and head as worked the shampoo into my scalp. Moving her hands ever so sensuously, she pulled and tugged my hair as she nimbly moved her fingertips in the most erotic shampoo I could have possibly imagined. Her motions constantly challenged my composure. Her fingertips attacked and assaulted in the most delightful aphrodisiacal massage, until she hypnotized me with their movements. I could no longer keep my hands to myself and allow her sole access.

I pulled Aria closer to rest my face in her glistening breasts, taking one tempting, moist nub into my mouth, then the other. When she pulled my head back, I looked into her eyes. They burned into me as she raggedly said, “It’s very, very important that your make a nice appearance for work today. I thought I could help.” She grinned a mischievous grin before she put her lips to mine. I crushed her to my chest as the water washed the soap from my hair over both of our bodies.

When I pulled her head back, I fully intended to take charge of this scenario, and I growled at her.

“Are you pleased with your work?”

She provocatively pushed away from me and stood. Pretending she were an artist looking at a canvas as she surveyed her work, she thoughtfully placed her fingers on her chin. Pulling me close, she began to kiss me with small, teasing kisses. As she moved down to my neck and chest, I could see that she would continue south in direction. Looking up at me, devilishly, with eyes that were now crystal, pure, and blue-gray. She replied in her sexiest voice, “I think it’s mouthwatering.”

…and the driver from Bella Matrix waited just a bit longer for Declan, as he and Aria further “discussed” the merits of her former occupation…