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Sacred ~ Part 2
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Sacred ~ Part 2 The handkerchief clutched in white knuckles, she bit back her retort and brought it to her lips, moistening the edge with her tongue. She quickly realized that this was not going to be effective as she choked out a request for directions to the ladies room, barely able to contain her anger. He rose to his feet, an amused smile curling the edge of his mouth as he pointed nonchalantly to the basin in the corner. Her gasp made him laugh outright, the echoes of it making her cheeks flush scarlet as she shook her head. "I can't! That's the holy fount...it would be wrong!" He took a step forward, erasing the space between them with a simple stride and grinned. "It's water, Chere, we're here to do a job, and I'd like to get started before we lose the light." Her sigh seemed to amuse him even more. She relaxed her shoulders in a simple gesture of resignation as she walked towards the basin and dampened the edge of the cotton, bringing it to her face. Quickly, she managed to remove the last traces of color, revealing pale, flawless skin, slightly reddened with her efforts...and the knowledge that he was watching her every movement. She was vaguely aware that he had brought the camera up to eye level, peering at her through this black box that half hid his smile. His whisper echoed like a wave you can hear in a shell, almost a hiss. "Don't move...right there...now dip your hands in the water. No, no Chere, don't look at me...yes...that's it... splash the water on your face. Doesn't that feel wonderful?" The steady clicks brought a new flush to her cheeks as her gestures mirrored his every command...it was so wrong, so irreverent...but she was determined to pose like a professional. She had bragged to her friends about the job, the dreams she had of this session opening doors in her life, and that was enough to garner her obedience. The water trickled in rivulets down her throat as she brought handfuls up, bathing her face in the sacred. Her dark hair unbound, cascading around her like a halo...the<b> damp </font></b>fabric clinging to her shoulders, just hinting at the pink skin beneath as the water collected in that cleft between her breasts. He murmured his approval, coaxing her, directing her, until she felt that almost hypnotic trance. The steady clicking, the whispers, she couldn't help but feel strangely aroused as her skin erupted into little pinpricked shivers, betraying her excitement. The clicks stopped suddenly, the spell near broken as he motioned for her to come closer. She brushed her hair from her eyes, walking to where he stood and the momentary pause seemed an eternity before he spoke. "Beautiful, Chere...now I want you to come with me. No, no...the wet is good...just what I want for the next shot." She followed his footsteps...arching a brow as the creaky confessional door was gently pushed aside. He gestured for her to enter, seeming to thoroughly enjoy her discomfort as he refused to move aside, making her breasts brush against him as she passed. The touches of pink high in her cheeks elicited a low chuckle as he reached out to place a hand on her shoulder. "Relax, Bebe. I know you're uncomfortable but this will be a spectacular shot. You are so beautiful, Chere, just breathe...lose yourself in it. Don't be afraid of enjoying it lovely, I am a professional, I assure you." She felt her shoulders relax some, reassured by his laughter, and found herself smiling back, amused at her own reluctance. Her laugh tinkled through the chamber like bells, widening his smile as she nestled back into the bench of the confessional. She looked up into his eyes, unsure of how to pose and he found himself staring; the way her hair framed her sweet face, those blue eyes searching his, the way she trapped that full pink lip between her teeth when she was nervous. Beautiful. Charming. His eyes closed for just a moment, relishing the way his body was responding to this sexy slip of a girl.  |
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