Her Male Model (Femdom)

Mr. Levour

Sorry about the wait guys!

Coals POV

Katrina Levour. The CEO of Levour fashion. I should have known Kat had more power than she was letting on. I mean, she chained me up in a personalized set on the top floor of the building. Everything clicked into place the moment Sam said her name. The VIP lounge, the other model's reactions to Kat...even the way that she dresses and carries herself: everything suddenly made sense.

I walk down the hallway behind Kat-Miss Levour, and the guy I now know as her assistant, Sam. The young man appears to be updating Kat on her various responsibilities for the day.

"In an hour you have a meeting with Bertrude Whitlock and his team of photographers. You are going to need to inform them of their new directives regarding New York Fashion Week. You have an appointment with that journalist from the Times at 2:00 to review your cover piece. Your weekly appointment with Mrs. Hart is at 3:00. At 4:00, you have..."

Kat stops him abruptly with a wave of her hand.

"Clear my schedule."

I snap my head up. What? Sam seems to have much of the same response. He pales visibly, pulling his clipboard close to his chest.

"...c.clear your schedule? Like, all day?"

Kat nods at him. The poor guy looks like he's about to cry. Or maybe throw up,

"Even your appointment with Mrs. Hart? She is not going to take the news well." Sam asks.

Kat looks at him sharply.

"Mrs Hart will manage. Once you have cleared my schedule, you are free to leave for the day."

Sam's mouth drops open. He looks like he's about to say something else, but appears to think better of it and leaves without a second word. I guess it is safe to say Sam does not get a lot of days off.

Kat stops walking momentarily to fall into step with me, and I nearly trip over my feet from panic. She walks so close to me her bare hand brushes mine, sending sparks up my arm. It's almost unbearable to be this close to her: her energy radiates out from her lithe form, clouding my mind and making it hard to even think.

Kats' words from earlier ring in my ears over and over again.

'Are you ready for me to fuck your tight ass with my strap-on tonight?'

I shudder. It makes sense that Kat is into... that...but the thought never really crossed my mind. Now that it has, it's the only thing I can think about. I don't think I'm ready. The thought of allowing her to stick something up there is mortifying.

Will she want to chain me again tonight, as she did during the shoot? Will she torment my aggravated nipples as she fucks me? They ache at the thought.

I glance at her, feeling my face heat. As if sensing my gaze, Kat looks back at me. She smirks.

A sharp pain on the bottom of my ass makes me jump, and I realize suddenly that she just pinched me.

Katrina Levour just pinched my ass.

I glance around us, trying to see if anyone saw what she did, but the hallway appears to be clear. I look at her with wide eyes, but she doesn't so much as acknowledge me.

The fact that she just pinched my ass in public is not the most disturbing part of our relationship by far. It's my reaction. Kat's consistent use of my body turns me on.