Sarah's Mistake

"It's my turn to make you lose control." Jack teased.

Sarah felt the heat of Jack's legs on each side of her hips. He bent forward and his warm hands kneaded into her shoulders and then down her back, each touch sending soothing currents along her skin. He dropped down to his knees, his hips pressing into her from behind. He brought his hands down to her small waist, and kissed her down her spine, each vertebrae tingling at the soft touch of his lips. He grabbed her butt tightly making her flex in response. Jack shifted, and he pulled Sarah up off of her chest. He brought her arms in front of her and she felt the soft silk she had been enjoying earlier slip around her wrists.

"This will make sure it's all about you this time." Jack teased as he tied up her hands. He lifted her lightly, turning her around to face him, both of them on their knees, their skin hot against one another. He traced his thumb slowly along her lips and Sarah opened her mouth slightly in response. Jack kissed her deeply, taking his time with his tongue and lips, indulging himself in her warm reception. Sarah responded to him perfectly. Her lips softened and gave way to his kiss and her tongue rolled with his. She moaned as he pressed against her further, losing herself in the intensity of their kiss. Jack pulled away and smiled; he stood up and pulled the silk that was attached to her hands. Sarah started to stand in response, but Jack guided her hips back down to the chaise below her. He guided her feet to rest at the top of the arm rest, and separated them slightly. He then took her bonded hands and brought them above her head; fastening them tightly to the legs of the chair. He took some of the excess fabric and tied it around her eyes, blindfolding her.

"I don't want you distracted while I make love to you," Jack explained. "I want you to enjoy every touch, every sensation, and I want you to tell me how good it feels."

Sarah shuddered at the intensity of his voice. She had never let herself be this vulnerable before with a partner. She had always taken such care to always have control over as much as she could. She took a deep breath, wanting to release herself fully, wanting to let someone else take control, to bring her freedom that she had never known.

"God, you are so sexy," Jack said. Sarah could hear the snapping sound of the camera again. She arched her back, showing off her perfect breasts. Sarah heard footsteps and then the sound of a fan in the background. The cool breeze focused over her chest, causing her nipples to harden in response. She shivered as the breeze passed back and forth over her body.

"It looks like I need to warm you up," Jack commented. He took his hands and put them on each side of her neck. She felt him settling between her legs on the chair. His lips met hers and he kissed her softly. His hands came down over her collar bones and rested on her breasts. He continued to kiss her while he rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching them lightly. Sarah responded by arching into him further, enjoying the shocks of pleasure with each firm pinch. Jack grasped her right breast more firmly while his mouth moved over her left nipple.

"Oh, grab me harder," Sarah moaned, loving the hard and soft contrasts in her breasts.

Jack responded by firmly grasping and pulling her tits while alternating back and forth with his mouth; rolling her nipples through his fingers.

"I'm getting wet again," Sarah breathed, feeling the wetness build between her legs.

Jack relinquished the pressure from her breasts. He moved his hands under her ass and then she felt something soft slip gently under her hips. What felt like velvet covered memory foam supported her from her ass down to her mid back, lifting her lower body gently. The breeze from the fan passed over her again, this time reaching the skin of her lower abdomen.

"Let's see what I can do to make this better," Jack teased. He massaged her ass, spreading her cheeks further apart. He licked at her gently, lapping at the warmth and wetness. Sarah lifted her pelvis towards him, her hands pulling at their restraints. She wanted him to press his face harder against her, wanted to feel him deep inside her.

"Impatient I see," Jack said. "Don't worry love; I'll bring you where you want to go."

His thumb pressed against her anus, stimulating her gently as he lapped eagerly at her pussy. Heat built over Sarah's body; a trembling force sending miniature spasms over the entire surface of her skin.

"Oh Jack, please don't stop," she begged, losing herself in the pleasure he gave her. Jack ate at her more hungrily, switching his hands to her inner thighs, forcing her legs to stay open as he brought her to the edge.

Sarah moaned loudly, shouting Jack's name. All of her body contracted, shivering in the constant, relentless pleasure of Jack's mouth; his tongue penetrating inside her and then his lips sucking hard against her clit. Sarah pushed her feet against the armrest, giving her leverage against his face. She arched her back and gasped deeply, taking in air as her body shook. Just as she was about to lose herself, Jack pulled away.

"Not yet my dear."

Sarah thrashed against the soft foam beneath her, frustrated that she was so close to ecstasy. She heard the hum of the vibrator and felt Jack shift his body again. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit and down to her pussy, opening her up to his fullness. He entered her slowly, one tantalizing inch at a time. She contracted against him, hoping that he would relinquish and fuck her to oblivion.

"Hmm, Sarah, you feel good." He commented.

He withdrew his erection and placed the vibrator on her clit. The then pushed into her again and again, each time circling the vibrator around her, and rubbing his cock against her G spot. Sarah arched into each thrust, her body feeling more and more liquid as he pressed into her. Her toes began to tingle and her inner thighs squeezed against Jack with the intense pleasure she felt with him inside of her.

"Oh please Jack," Sarah begged. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster."

Jack obliged her direction. Sarah pushed against the armrest with her feet again, allowing Jack to fuck her hard while his hands were free to pleasure her. He grabbed her breasts and then dragged the vibrator down to her clit. Sarah felt her body let go as she started to cum; a thousand drops of rain seeming to shimmer over her body as she screamed in pleasure. Jack switched the vibrator from the front to her back, causing her to squeeze more tightly around him as she came. Jack continued to thrust into her as she contracted around him, each thrust making the waves of her orgasm shatter all over her again and again. Her thoughts became clouded as he continued to fuck her. She wondered if she would ever know such intense carnality ever again. As if he knew that she had reached the epitome of pleasure, Jack's thrusts became more urgent, and he yelled out her name as he came again. Sarah could barely hear him through her fuzzy thoughts. She could no longer feel any individual part of her body, but rather felt a general warmth and heat throughout her entire soul. She let herself float in the oblivion of pleasure for as long as she could. Slowly, she was aware of feeling returning to each part of her body. Jack was still inside her, and she could feel his body breathing heavily against hers. She relaxed her abdomen and legs, letting her body sink into the softness that surrounded her.

"You are, beyond amazing," Sarah complemented. The sound of her voice echoed in her ears; the first taste of reality that crashed through their small piece of heaven.

Jack's hands slipped under her blindfold and removed it from her face. He smiled down at her, his eyes sparkling from the lights that surrounded them, a shiny sheen of sweat over his skin.

"You, my dear, are what art always is. Devine." He bent forward, kissing her tummy affectionately. He pulled his hips back, pulling himself out from inside of her. Sarah felt completely spent, like any energy that she exerted would force her into a deep sleep that she did not know she would wake from.

Jack rubbed the skin of her legs with his hands, waking the nerves one by one. Sarah took deep breaths, trying to bring herself fully back to reality. Jack untied her hands and she ran them through his hair as he gazed down at her.

"We'll have to do this again someday," She whispered.

Jack kissed the palm of her hand and nodded.

They dressed quietly, their bodies weakened and tired from their exertion. Sarah gathered her things and kissed Jack good-bye as he connected his camera to his computer.

She could not wait to see what the next photo session would bring.

Sarah stared at the pictures in front of her in disbelief. How on earth did I let this go so far? She asked herself. There was no denying that she was in trouble, moreover, there was no denying getting out of trouble would be more than difficult. Her heart raced as she put the pictures back in the folder and tucked it under her arm. There was nothing left to do but walk through the door in front of her and finish what she had started. She took a deep breath, and walked through the door of the studio.

The room was brightly lit, with spasms of bright color on every wall. Each corner of the small room was painted in a different way and the chasms of color sent her mind spinning. In the middle of the room was a white backdrop surrounded by bright lights and reflection sheets. Benches, stools, and sheets were in a pile to the right of the backdrop. Props, she assumed, for the upcoming photo shoot. Sarah's heart pounded as she walked further into the room. Jack was expecting her to pose there. Sweat peaked on her forehead and Sarah swallowed at the sensation of her mouth going dry. How am I going to get out of this? She thought. Panic gripped her as she turned to run out of the room, but instead of the doorway, she nearly crashed into the man who had somehow talked her into every inch of the trouble she was in.

Jack was average height with medium length brown hair. His eyes were piercing blue in contrast to the freshly tanned look of his skin. His arms were crossed over his firm bare chest as he stood in the doorway, light from the door framing his solid figure. Sarah had never seen Jack without his shirt on before. She had not seen him since the art gala months ago when he had approached her admiring one of his photographs. He had worn a suit and tie then which made him seem less muscular and imposing. Whether he was in a suit, or without a shirt, there was no doubt that Jack was devastatingly handsome. His strong jaw and dark stubble was contrasted by his soft smile and deeply set eyes. A line of chest hair down the middle of his abdomen was framed perfectly by prominent hip flexors that disappeared under the belt of his tattered and painted jeans. Sarah found herself wishing she could run her fingers along his chest and find out just what the rest of his body looked like. Her former desire to retreat replaced with a more primal one.

"You're not having second thoughts are you?" Jack questioned, raising one eyebrow inquisitively.

"Just a bit," Sarah confessed nervously.

Jack took two steps towards her, closing the distance between them as his hand reached out and brushed his hands along her face gently.

"You have nothing to be nervous about Sarah. I've known you'd be perfect for this since I first saw you."

Sarah felt heat rush to her cheeks as she blushed. Her heart fluttered in her chest at his touch. She tried to drop her eyes from his, but he stared at her with such intensity that she could only swallow in response.

"Come, follow me, and we'll talk about our plan," Jack prompted as he took her hand and walked her behind the backdrop in the room.

Part of Sarah still longed to run out the door, but she could not resist the pull this man had on her. She knew that there would be consequences for what she was about to do. She knew that trusting Jack was a huge risk, but she loved the rush she got every time he looked at her or spoke her name. She loved the high she felt each time they interacted.

Jack walked her around behind the backdrop and Sarah gasped at what she saw. A whiteboard was filled with all the pictures that she clutched tightly to her chest. He had arranged them from the first innocent photo, to the more recent ones that made her cringe to think of. Jack walked up to the first photo, taking it down and walking towards her. He had snapped the picture of her at the art gallery. The photo was in black and white. Sarah had been in a little black dress she had purchased just for the opening of the art gala. Jack had caught an image of her admiring a white sculpture, but the light in the photo was focused on her, like she was the art piece. It had been the photo he had sent her in a private message on Facebook. The caption under it read "Two pieces of art."

As she glanced at the photo again, it struck her the same way it did the first time she saw it. The ying and yang black and white balance of the photo was poetic. Her dark hair was pinned up perfectly and her large white pearl earrings were silhouetted in the profile of her face. Her pale skin seemed to shine under the fabric of the black dress, the light from above making her skin appear to shimmer. Her long, shapely legs stretched even further with the three inch spiked heels that she wore. The beautiful modern white sculpture that sat across her reflected the shape of her curves. It looked as though the sculpture was being lured towards her and the light that shined from above.

"I knew then that I had to photograph you," Jack said, breaking her reflection on the piece.

Sarah shivered at the sound of his voice, and the indication he referred to. Her eyes glanced at the props to her left, and she idly rubbed her fingers over her arms. She had sent Jack the next photos on the wall without being prompted. She had been playing with black and white photography on her own. She had made herself the focus of her pieces, more for the challenge than for the narcissistic purposes that so many people pursued with simple selfies that they posted online. She sent him three photos of herself. The first two were very conservative, focusing on angles and lighting more than the content of the picture. The third was of her in nothing but a black oversized shirt, the neckline draped over her shoulder, her dark hair loose along her back, and her long legs lay out on a lounge chaise. The picture had a romantic feel to it and she knew that Jack would appreciate the artistic edge it had.

"I wanted to make love to you the moment I saw you in that picture," Jack said as he stepped up behind her. He moved her hair to the side and gently kissed her on the neck. Sarah shuddered at the sensation and leaned her head back against him.

"I wanted to have those perfect long legs wrapped around me, that soft, smooth skin at my fingertips," Jack continued as he kissed down her neck and to her shoulder. Sarah felt her heart rate increase and her breathing go shallow as Jack's hands travelled up and down her arms.

After she had sent him that photo, Jack had sent her barrage of messages. He complemented her perfect figure, her sensual eyes, and her artistic appeal. He sent her poems and photos, and requests for more photos of herself. He begged for pictures of her breasts, her curves, her legs. At first, Sarah had been taken aback by his assault, overwhelmed by his demand for her. But part of her flared at the flattery; the hubristic side of her longed to oblige him. She sent him a photo of her abdomen, starting at just below the curve of her breasts and reaching down to the top of the curve of her hips. Sarah had had an hourglass figure since she was eleven, and she knew how tempting it was for men to explore the narrow chasm between her curves.

The photo had prompted an entire repertoire of photo requests from Jack, and Sarah had been compelled to follow them. Things she had never even thought of doing before were coached out of her by Jack. The evidence of her indulgence lay in front of her in a smattering of color. All parts of her body were on display for her to see.

"Do you see how beautiful you are?" Jack asked.

Sarah blushed, not used to being confronted in such an openly sexual way. She was again reminded of the trouble that she could be in. She had trusted Jack too quickly, he could be doing anything with the photos in front of her and she had no way of stopping him. She could lose everything she had worked for, all because she had gotten caught up with a charming artist.

"Jack," Sarah started, "I need some sort of reassurance that my anonymity can be guaranteed." Sarah swallowed; the uneasy feeling growing after she had expressed her concerns.

Jack scowled at her for a moment, and then quickly walked towards a desk on the other side of the room. Sarah, felt the urge to tear down the pictures in front of her and run out the door, but she knew that he had copies of them elsewhere. Before she could come up with a better plan, Jack had returned, a paper in his hands.

"I would never take advantage of such beauty, and such an opportunity," Jack explained as he handed over a paper. Sarah scanned over the document that he handed her. It was a contract giving the exclusive rights to all photos to her. It was post-dated to the first day they had met. Jack had already signed it, and all it needed was her signature to make her the sole owner of all the photos they had taken. Relief washed over her immediately. While it did not eliminate the risk, it gave her power to take action if anything ever happened with the photos that she didn't approve of. Sarah smiled sheepishly and grabbed a pen from her purse.

"Thank you Jack," Sarah said as she signed the papers, "this means a lot to me." Sarah handed the signed papers back to him, and he walked them back over to his desk in the corner of the room. Sarah eyed him as he walked away. His butt was toned and firm under his jeans, his stride measured and confident. Sarah felt herself warm again as she watched him walk.

"So, where did you want to start?" Sarah asked nervously.

Jack turned around and leaned back on his desk, his eyes taking her in briefly as he thought to himself.

"I'm going to seduce you today in photographs." Jack stated boldly. "So we'll start where most lovers start, with a kiss."

Jack crossed the room in just a few steps, and was suddenly present in front of her. Sarah looked up at him, the air full of his masculinity. He put one hand on each side of her face and she leaned her head up to look into his deep blue eyes. His eyes did not close as he brought his lips towards hers, watching her intently as she felt his breath on her lips. He hovered there, tantalizingly, holding her in suspension.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" he whispered, his top lip brushing hers as he spoke.

"Ye..." Jake's lips pressed against hers before she could answer, his generous lips caressing her own. He kissed her softly, but intently, her pulse pounding in response. Her lips parted and Jack obliged hungrily, his tongue entering her mouth, licking at her lips.

"You have the most luscious, pouty lips," he commented, pulling away briefly. "Let me capture them while they are hungry and wet."

Jack's camera appeared as if it had been in his hands the whole time. Lights flashed with each click of the shudder of his camera. Sarah bit her bottom lip in response to the abrupt change. It had been their first kiss, their first truly mutual sexual act in person. Her eyes glassed over as she relieved the intimate moment. Jack was always full of passion, completely in each moment, and his kisses left an impression. She barely noticed when the clicking of the camera stopped.