Her Male Model (Femdom)

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Katrina's POV

I watch the scene play out before me, capturing every steamy, sensual moment on camera.

I've worked with Damien before. Both professionally and...personally.

I actually met Damien a couple year ago at one of my favorite bdsm clubs, and we became quick friends. We even shared a sub for a couple months at one point. A young man named Alex. We became close in the time that it took to break Alex in, and we've been friends ever since. We understand each other in the way that only Doms can...so when I asked Damien if he would be interested in messing with a bratty model of mine, he was more than happy to oblige.

I snap another picture, zooming in on Coal.

He looks downright wild. He stands in nothing but tight breeches and a see through, button down shirt, the rain making his clothes stick to his chiseled body like a second skin.

And then theres Damien. The large man looms behind Coal, a force to be reckoned with. His large hands caress every part 0f Coals lithe body, all while whispering things lowly into his ear. And Coal just stands there, taking it and breathing heavily.

However, even as Damien dominates Coals body, Coal seems to only have eyes for me. He watches me through half lidded eyes, head resting against Damien's chest. Even watching them through my camera, Coals gaze meets mine in a way that sets my body on fire. I snap the pictures quickly, not wanting to miss even a second of action.

After a few more minutes, Damien shifts Coal so they are facing each other. He forces Coal to look into his eyes...and that's when the magic happens. I watch the defiance drain from Coals body in real time. Coal is stuck. I can almost feel how much he wants to look away. How much he needs respite from Damien's dominant energy. But Damien doesn't allow it. He forces Coal to maintain eye contact with a hand under his chin, keeping him trapped in the moment. Coals breathing picks up, and his eyes grow wide with shock or fear, I'm not sure. But either way, it makes for a great picture.

I snap the shot, reveling in the fact that I didn't give Coal any instructions this time around. I didn't tell him to kneel or anything that might have indicated him to be the bottom in this shoot. He simply accepted his role the moment Damien took the lead. He gave up control so fast, it's like he never even wanted it to begin with.

Damien pulls on Coals waist, bringing their bodies flush together. And then he slowly tilts coals head, so as to kiss him.

I can see the acceptance in Coals eyes. The way his will bends to Damien's. It's so hot, I have to control my breathing so as to not let anyone know the effect it's having on me.

I let them continue until their lips are within an inch of each other. A breath away. I snap the picture and then cut off the rain.

Silence. It rings through the room, sudden and unexpected.

Damien slowly releases Coal from his grip, making sure Coal is steady on his feet before fully letting go. The moment Damien's hands are off his body, Coal seems to come back to himself. He looks around with a bewildered expression on his face. And then his gaze meets mine.

Words cannot describe the expression on his face when he meets my gaze. He looks so lost. So confused. And then there's regret and desire as well. He looks like he's contemplating his entire existence.

I snap the picture, unable to help myself. Revenge tastes sweet and right. He yelled at me for taking pictures of him when he was not ready, embarrassing me in front of my staff. And here I've done it again, for no other reason than my own personal vendetta.

His expression changes to fury faster than I thought possible. His eyes could set the building ablaze...if I were his dom, I would punish him for a look like that.

"That's a wrap." I say, giving Coal one last smirk. And then I walk away, once again leaving Coal's fury in my dust.

I wish I could stop messing with him, but I simply can't help myself. I want to bend him until he follows my every command, no questions asked. I want him willingly tied up in my mansion, awaiting whatever pleasure or torment I have planned. I want him as my sub.

And I'm going to do whatever I have to in order to make him want it too.

I exit the set, not even bothering to check the photos. I know exactly what I'll see. A submissive realizing he's a submissive for the first time. It excites me to no end. The publishers are going to have a field day trying to pick which photo to go with. They were all perfect.

"Miss Levour! Wait!" I turn on my heels, eyebrow raised. People don't run after me. And they certainly don't yell for me to stop.

I notice Damien jogging to catch up with me, and I wait for him.

He reaches me, drenched and still in his pirate costume. We nod at each other, mutual respect passing between us.

"Damien, why would you call out my name! You could have blown my cover?" I tease him jokingly, putting a finger to my lips.

He smirks at me, shaking his head.

"Fuck Kat, you should have given me some warning about him. I nearly lost control...It's like he was begging me to fuck him" He says, water dripping from his body onto the floor. I laugh.

"Yes, he does seem to have that effect on people."

Damien shakes his head, his breathing slightly erratic.

"We'll, if you ever need to teach him another lesson, call me. That sub needs someone to put him in his place."

I smile.

"That's exactly what I intend to do."