worshipping the devil

-fifteen-

*mature content*

A D R I A N

I lift my head up from my phone and give Elena a smile as she walks in from the kitchen, holding my breakfast.

She says a small "good morning" and is about to leave, but I call her back.

"Stay for a minute," I pry. Elena hesitantly pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat. She looks at me, waiting for me to continue, those dazzling orbs searching mine.

"So, I had an idea yesterday. Well, I mean, I've thought about it before yesterday. I've been thinking about it for a while now_"

"Just tell me, for crying out loud!" She interrupts.

I sigh and hesitate. I can't tell if she'll like this or hate it. "I want you to model for me."

Elena's eyes widen. "For your company? Adrian, no. I'm not confident or pretty enough for that," she says, which makes me angry.

She is good enough. Modelling isn't about being 'pretty' or 'perfect'. A good model is someone who feels comfortable with their body.

This will be good for her self-esteem, too. Elena is a breath of fresh air. The other models, especially Nicole, are sickening. The way they treat others is getting out of hand. Nicole needs someone like Elena to put her in her place.

"Baby, I'll be right there next to you. I know you'll do great."

I could tell she was considering it. Finally, she gives me a small nod whilst biting her bottom lip.

"Okay, I'll do it." She says. I smile widely. "On one condition. I don't want anyone else in the room, other than you and the photographer."

"Baby, I am the photographer." I reply, chuckling at her seriousness.

"So... so you take pictures of all these other beautiful girls in skimpy lingerie?" Elena huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and looking down. She was jealous.

"Well, yes. That's what I get paid to do." I state the obvious. "But none of those girls can compare to you. You're everything that I want, and need."

The corners of her mouth lift up, trying to suppress a smile. "Come here," I gesture for her to sit on my lap.

Elena stands up and places each bare leg either side of me. I was getting hard already. She's only wearing a long baggy top and it rode up when she sat down, exposing those lace black thongs that I love so much.

She leans back on the table resting on her forearms, raising an eyebrow. From this angle, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples grew hard and were visible through the thin white t-shirt.

My greedy hands instantly rubs her smooth thighs, inching closer and closer to the waistband of her panties. "If only you knew what you do to me," I whisper, leaning closer to her and burying my face in her neck.

"I already do," she replies, tracing a finger over the prominent bulge through my jeans. A groan leaves my lips.

"Don't touch there, Elena. I won't be able to stop myself from bending you over and fucking you on this table." I say with warning in my voice.

Hearing her pleading whimper, I know she gets turned on by my dirty talk. My hand gently rubs in circles over the thin fabric of her panties, feeling the dampness.

"Adrian," she gasps. "I- I have work to do,"

Carefully sliding them to the side, my finger adds pressure onto her aching clit. She bends her back, attempting to grind on me for some release. "I know,"

"Stop teasing me, goddammit!" I just chuckle, making her even more annoyed. "Adrian," she whines, "please."

"Please what?" I kiss up her neck, removing my fingers from her sensitive bud.

"Please touch me." Elena begs, thrusting her hips up. I scowl and push them back down.

"No. Don't move. And don't make a sound. Do you understand?" She nods vigorously. Two fingers play with her wet entrance, rubbing in slow circles. Elena leans her head back slightly and whimpers.

I slap her clit, making her instantly jump back up. "I said, be quiet. I don't want a sound, okay?" She nods.

Locking eyes with mine, her mouth falls open in pleasure as I inset two fingers into her. Elena's knuckles turn white with how she's gripping the table behind her.

I can tell she's trying so hard to not make a sound. My fingers do long, controlled thrusts and I toy with her clit with my thumb at the same time.

Her back arches and she throws her head back. Biting her lip, she looks back at me with tears brimming in her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure my fingers are giving her. It's all building up.

Her legs start shaking around me, her mouth falls open silently. My fingers thrust harder and faster, and I add more pressure to her clit. "Cum for me, baby,"

All you could hear when she came undone on my fingers, was her heavy shaky breaths.

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merry christmas, hoes.