Chapter 47
Past
I stayed.
The photographer, Melody, was a lovely middle-aged woman. She kissed Monroe on the lips and his hands circled her ass for a squeeze as their lips and tongues danced.
Pulling away but leaving his hand possessively on her ass, Monroe's gaze found mine.
"Zachery, this is my friend and photographer Melody. Melody, meet Zach. He will be observing the photo shoot today."
"Hello, Zach. Nice to meet you." Melody's hand came out. "Have you modeled before?"
Heat rose into my face and Monroe slapped me on the back.
"No, he has not," he said as he laughed. "But I am trying to talk him into working exclusively with me."
Melody's eyes traveled over my body like I was a prime piece of meat. "You're yummy," she said with a touch of flirtation, "and I would love the chance to photograph you."
"Thank you." What else could I say?
Stephens showed another woman in and she was introduced as Nessia. She was incredibly exotic with long brown, almost black hair hanging to her waist. Her eyes were dark with flecks of gold. Sara and Belinda joined us and followed Melody from the room when she snapped her fingers. They kept their eyes down and their hands folded demurely in front of them. Melody had no problem making eye contact but showed subservience to Monroe.
I wasn't sure if I understood the relationship dynamics correctly. From what I gathered, Melody was submissive to Monroe and the models were submissive to Monroe and Melody. With me, the women showed respect, though Sara acted like the night before never happened.
"Come," Monroe said and led me to another large room with wide glass floor-to-ceiling windows along one wall.
It was a giant art studio made expressly for Shibari and its photography. Unusual-looking hooks protruded from the ceiling and walls-chains, ropes, and metal bars were attached to some of them. Two distinct systems of beams crisscrossed the ceiling; one held spotlights, the other had additional hooks and rings. A small forest of lights on stands, umbrellas, and white screens were set up along one side of the room as if waiting to be chosen for a part. I was impressed.
Something else caught my eye-an electric winch. It was very similar to the one I used at the local garage to remove the Mustang's engine. What the hell did Monroe use it for? I shook my head slightly and continued looking around.
A large black leather mat rested prominently on the floor in the center of the room. Comfortable-looking couches surrounded the area. The women entered without talking and stood to the side.
"Nessia, have you done your warm-up?" Monroe asked.
Nessia nodded and then Monroe turned to me. "A bondage model is a special kind of athlete," he explained. "Stretching before and after a session is essential."
I had a feeling my learning curve was about to grow larger.
"Come here, please." Monroe's tone was commanding and the women didn't hesitate.
"Yes, Sir," was their group response.
Nessia was now wearing a short silk robe that swayed as she walked toward Monroe. Her eyes remained down and she went to her knees in the same position as the women did the night before.
Monroe reached into his pocket and pulled out a hair tie. He walked around Nessia and gathered her long hair before securing it in a loose braid. He pulled her head back gently using her thick rope of hair and kissed her lips. Monroe fully controlled the kiss and Nessia's breathing was noticeably heavier when he pulled away. Monroe, on the other hand, appeared completely unruffled.
He smiled gently at Nessia. "We will demonstrate for my young friend a few of the more basic bondage techniques. Today's activity will not be sexually gratifying, but I will allow you and the other models to attend Melody in my playroom afterward if you choose."
"Yes, Sir," Nessia whispered with a glazed over look in her eyes.
"Good, my pet." He walked away and headed to a line of cabinets along one wall where he removed several wound loops of white rope. Each was looped identically.
"Please stand, Nessia, and remove your covering." Monroe nodded in my direction. "Zach, will you take her robe and lay it on the side table?"
I didn't reply as I took the offered robe. Nessia's naked body was absolute perfection and my cock thickened. She was shaved bare and the lips of her pussy were a delicate pink, contrasting her darker skin. My gaze roamed upward past her small waist to her amazing breasts. Yeah, my dick ached twice as much now. When I finally met her eyes, she winked at me and I felt a smile tug at my lips.
Monroe tossed me a pair of black cotton pants, taking my focus off Nessia's naked body. "It is entirely up to you," he said with a sly smile. "Those jeans will be rather uncomfortable soon."
I had a feeling Monroe knew exactly what he was talking about, and I wasted no time changing into the offered pants. It seemed stupid to walk behind the white screen in the corner, so I shucked my shoes, socks, and jeans, folding the pants neatly after I had the cotton pulled up and tied. They hung low on my hips and left nothing to the imagination when it came to how turned on I was. Nessia eyed my bulge appreciatively.
Monroe, in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and black dress pants, wore a black belt around his waist minus shoes and socks. He's over six foot tall maybe an inch under my own height. He carries a wiry muscle whereas mine is bulkier. It doesn't matter. I've seen this man in deadly action. He would win the physical battle if we had one.
Melody stood out of the way while she adjusted her tripod and other photography equipment. The temperature in the room was comfortable, but I still had a fine sheen of sweat on my chest. As I laid my folded jeans on the side table, I noticed several sheathed knives displayed on the counter. I turned and took a long steadying breath as I looked at the surreal scene before me.
Monroe's long finger tipped Nessia's chin so she was looking directly into his eyes. "You know your safe word and you will use it if needed."
Her breathy answer went straight to my cock. "Yes, Sir."
Monroe placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before moving behind her. He began an intricate series of loops and knots with one bundle of rope, binding Nessia's arms behind her back. I had seen Monroe's work online, but the allure of the bondage itself wasn't in those pictures. It was watching him work with a single-minded purpose forming designs around her arms while the tail of the rope glided over the skin of her rounded bottom that changed my opinion.
Monroe's movements reminded me of the male dancers I saw when my mother dragged me to the ballet. Even without tights, there was sensuality in every move he made, right down to his bare toes. Each move invoked the image of the lethal grace Monroe used when he saved my life.
I shook my head when a slight shiver passed across my skin. The intricate knots of bondage were having a profound effect on my dick. Nessia's eyes were barely open and her expression was one of complete ecstasy. Monroe continued weaving his spell and I inhaled sharply when the ropes made her unable to move. My eyes returned to Monroe's fingers as the silky rope created intricate art completely binding Nessia's arms and breasts.
"There, my love. Are you comfortable?"
Her glazed eyes tried to focus and her reply was breathier than the last one. "Yes, Sir."
"Go to your knees and we will get a shot of your beauty." He kissed her on the cheek again before she knelt gracefully with Monroe's assistance. His hand moved between the ropes to her back and he pressed her forward so her chest touched her thighs. I moved around behind her slightly and with her ass cheeks spread I could see the lips of her pussy. I rearranged myself and added an extra squeeze to the head of my cock, thankful for the comfort of the cotton.
Melody, who I had forgotten about, moved in and her camera began to click. She didn't stay in one spot. She moved in close for intimate shots and moved back for long shots in the amazing light. My breathing was almost louder than the click of her shutter. Finally, she stopped photographing and nodded at Monroe.
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