Spotlights, cameras, ramps and fame was all she knew. Being the top model in LA Amara Sullivan never knew the lows of life.
While,
Business meetings, sketches, designs and facing bitchy models was all Nathaniel Sinclair had in his life being the ow...
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⚠︎ tw: sexual assault & self harm
Working with Dante had been my dream as soon as I came to know who he was. I was eleven when I watched his magazine and fell in love with the pictures. That was the day I decided one day I will become so great model that he'll work with me. And it did happen, within four years of working in this industry I was in front of Dante's camera.
But today it was with a baggage.
And it was because of Dante. He was a monster I didn't know of. He was pervert, I had expected dirty glances, some disgusting words, display of my skin but not what he did to me. He clicked my body in ever wrong way he can. When I simply showed off my swimwear bottom like I had done million times before he made it all about my hips and butt line. It was no more about my top but about my cleavage and boobs. It was about my skin, about my mind and sex.
Once again today at the last of shoot Dante caught me alone in the forest when everyone else was having barbecue and I wanted to be alone. I didn't hear him coming, until he was hovering over me. He was eighty but had a force of a bull.
"Amara" he purred shoving his face in the crook of my neck and sucked my skin. Tears streamed down my eyes and I but my lip holding my screams inside as blade cut over the skin of my thighs while Sydney was outside.
I pulled it over my skin once again when I remembered him pinning me down over the rock. I remembered him sucking my boobs. The pain in my thighs pulled my mind away from him momentarily until I remembered him rubbing his shaft over my clit. I lit the lighter and burned my skin choking on a sob.
"Sweet" he mumbled in English between his French streak.
"Please let me go" I pleaded.
"Just once Amara. Please"
"Fi- ahh" my words died.
"You are so soft" he moved in and out of me. "Do you like it"
"Yes" I tried to appear happy as I didn't want it to last long. I wanted it to end. Soon.
"Good" he moved in circles and then in no time cried out before pulling out. Few drops of his cum wet the rock beneath us and then in no time he was off.
Blood dropped in the toiled as I continued to cut my skin and pain erupted in jolts. And then I kept thinking about this pain which kept growing and then the burn of lighter. Dante and his nasty cock off my brain totally. It was all this pain I was aware of.
Sweet, smooth pain which poured over my body, settled at my thighs. It was all I was aware of. It felt good. Cigarette sat between my fingers and I pulled it closer to my lips. I took a long swing of it. My legs twitched in pain but I continued to take swigs of my cigarette.
"Ma'am can you please come out" Sydney knocked on the door urging me to come out. I flushed. Pulled up my pants and walked out.
"Are you okay" she asked staring into my eyes. Sure these were bloodshot.
