Saint Or Sinner?

Seventeen

Russo and I arrived at the dressing room, an expansive space that reeked of hairspray, shampoo, and makeup.

The walls were lined with glass mirrors that captured every angle, reflecting my anticipation as if echoing it back to me. It was an arena of beauty and transformation.

The ladies, already assembled, greeted me in unison, lGood morning, ma'am."

The synchronized greeting felt oddly formal, and I mumbled a quick 'Good morning' in response.

"Camila, will you be fine on your own?" Russo's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I nodded with a smile.

"Yes, I'll be fine."

"I'll take my leave now. When you're done, ask them to take you to Luciano if I'm not here," he said, returning my smile with a nod before departing.

While some ladies worked on my hair, others meticulously tended to my fingernails and toenails.

I couldn't peek at their progress because cool, cucumber slices rested on my eyes.

A wave of cool sensation hit my face, accompanied by the scent of vitamin syrup.

Soft fingers massaged my face with facial oil, and I couldn't resist the urge to drift off, lulled by the luxurious pampering.

After hours of blissful closure, I finally opened my eyes and the makeup artists began their work.

"You're truly beautiful, ma'am," one of the artists complimented, and I thanked her with a smile.

"No need to call me ma'am, you can call me Camila," I told her, but she shook her head in protest.

"No, it's fine. I don't want Sir Luciano...." she tried, protesting but I cut her off.

"It's my name. I don't think it should bother him." She seemed skeptical but nodded.

"Okay. I'm Annie," she introduced herself, and I nodded in acknowledgment.

"You can look at yourself now," the second artist announced with a smile, spinning my chair around.

My glossed lips parted in disbelief as I stared at the reflection in the mirror.

My eyelashes were impossibly long, my hair glistened under the lights, each curl perfectly defined.

My makeup was dark, bold, and daring, making the face looking back at me almost unrecognizable.

"Do you like it, ma'am?" The artists stood nervously, their gaze fixed on me. I smiled, nodding.

"It's perfect, guys." I commended their work truthfully, and relief washed over their faces.

"We're glad you like it, else Sir Luciano would have had our heads." Annie dramatically sputtered, making me chuckle.

"Alright, we have to take you to Sir Luciano, but first, we have to get you dressed up for him."

Annie announced, taking my hand and leading me to the changing room. A variety of outfits lay scattered on the bed, making it impossible to choose.

Then I realized he hadn't told me the theme for today's shoot.

I chose a black bra adorned with sparkling rhinestones, paired with matching black lace panties. Adding a black garter belt, I glanced at myself in the mirror.

A simple butterfly stud glinted in each ear, and a black collar belt I found on the bed completed the look.

My amber eyes stared back at me, seeming darker than usual, and a smirk played on my lips. I'm ready for this game of temptation, Luciano.

I slipped into a silk robe, and left the changing room.

"Are you ready?" Annie asked. I really wasn't, but either way, this couldn't be avoided, so I had to be brave.

I nodded with a small smile.

"Let's go." She said and led the way. We arrived at a double dark door, and she turned to smile at me.

"You can go in. He's waiting." She smiled, and I forced one back, though my earlier confidence had been replaced by a nervous flutter in my stomach.

Left alone in the lonely, dark hallway, I slowly opened the door and stepped into.....  'A red room for today's studio?' I whispered, glancing around. A black wardrobe stood in one corner, its contents obvious.

A jumbo bed, draped in the finest red sheets and a black comforter, occupied another corner.

A coffee table sat in the center of the room, surrounded by three black leather sofas. A soft red and black carpet lay in the middle of the room.

I clutched the robe closer to my body, pretending to be cold. It wasn't the air temperature that chilled me, but the dark, dirty thoughts conjured by the image of Luciano and me on that bed.

"It's only a matter of time before your thoughts become reality, gem." His husky, deep voice sent shivers down my spine, and I felt pussy get moist.

He was right behind me, his proximity sending my mind into a frenzy. His scent filled my senses.

I refused to turn around, nervous to meet his sinful dark gray eyes. He spun me around, pulling me into his chest.

The dark look in his face and the smirk on his lips were enough to make me squirm with anticipation. I found it hard to swallow, so I tried to avoid his gaze.

"Are you ready, gem?" He whispered in my ear, making it almost impossible to think.

What are you doing to me, Luciano? I cried inwardly.

I let the robe fall from my shoulders slowly, sensually, keeping my eyes on the camera.

He was silently watching my every move through the camera, and I knew he was affected because of the growing tent between his legs.

Going down on my knees, I arched my back, cupping breasts in my hand and I closed my eyes. Images of someone else doing it to me made me squirm with pleasure.

I lay on the couch, my heels on the floor, legs crossed, fingers clenched into my thighs. A few shots were captured.

"Next pose, gem," his voice was so low that I would have missed it if I hadn't been anticipating his words.

For the next pose, I took a belt and placed it between my lips, looking sensually at the camera.

I stretched out one leg, arching my back, sucking my lips in between my teeth. I met the camera's gaze and let him take the shots.