Her Male Model (Femdom)

Gay Erotica

Katrina's POV

I sit at my desk, watching the likes roll in. I really shouldn't feel so smug. All I did was push for the  photos I wanted and then repost them on my socials. The second my repost hit Twitter, he blew up. Everyone wants to know who Coal Ryder is. And because this is his first real introduction to the modeling world, it's what he will be known for. What he will be cast as: the perfect submissive.

I can't stop imagining how he must have looked when he found out. When he saw the posts. How angry he must have been. It makes me want to giggle and kick my feet like a schoolgirl.

I really am a terrible person.

While some would say I already repaid Coal's rudeness in full, I cannot seem to leave it alone. I can't seem to leave him alone. Messing with him is a little too addicting. And the fact that he doesn't know who I am just adds to my entertainment.

I stroll out of my office, on my way to find Sam. I have some serious plans to enact. And also a very special photoshoot to witness.

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Coals POV

I walk into the Levour fashion, bracing myself for the worst. And for good reason too. This is the first time I've been seen since the Dominatrix photos dropped. My fame has gotten progressively more intense in the last couple of days. What started out as a singular post on Instagram turned into Twitter, TikTok, and Pinterest. Everywhere I look, I see my own vulnerable face. And every time I see the photo, I get more and more angry. If I see that photographer again, I'm going to blow up at her for sure. She isn't going to get away with what she did to me.

I walk the halls, nearing the scheduled room. I once again brace myself for the worst. I'm scheduled to do a men's clothing shoot today, but honestly, I know deep down that isn't happening. It is too ordinary. Too regular for my life right now.

I walk into the shoot, and sure enough, I was right.

Most shoots have teams of models on the sidelines, fighting for even one shot. Even one frame, hoping it will be the one to make them famous. Especially clothing shoots. However, when I walk in, there's only one other model on set. And he's a bear of a man.

Mindy spots me right away and rushes over to me. I grit my teeth. I'm mad at her too.

"Coal, the photoshoot has been changed," Mindy says, nervously. I raise an eyebrow at her, as if to say, 'no fucking way! I never would have guessed.' Mindy pales at my expression.

"Today, you're modeling for a book cover..." Mindy says, stepping away from me, as if afraid of my reaction."

"..what kind of book?" I ask, staring at the male model across the set. He returns my gaze and smirks at me.

"It's a gay erotica novel."

My breath seems to leave my body. No fucking way. No way. I mean, it's not like I have anything against gay men. In fact, if I had any control over who I was attracted to, I would probably choose not to be attracted to women as well. That's not the problem. The problem is, now that those pictures are crawling all over social media, I've been cast as a submissive man. And if I were to guess who the intended bottom is for this shoot, it wouldn't be the beast of a man across from me.

I cannot afford to be in another submissive photoshoot.

"No." I begin to walk away from Mindy, but she stops me.

"Coal, you have to go through with this. You're just starting to gain traction in the industry!" Mindy says, grabbing my arm.

"I don't want to be known as a submissive bitch, Mindy. I'm not doing this." Just as the words leave my lips, I spot the photographer walking into the set. Her boyfriend is behind her, practically leashed to her.