“Pose one more time for me.”
His voice echoed in her mind like a command carved in stone.
Sophie shivered—head bowed, body still trembling as she slowly turned to face him again. She was soaked, her own arousal running down the inside of her thighs. Iain hadn’t touched her enough. Not nearly enough. And yet she was ruined.
He watched her, waiting.
Her breath caught. Then, without breaking eye contact, she sank back onto her heels—spreading her knees wide again, letting her thighs fall open, her swollen pussy glistening under the studio lights.
But this time, her fingers didn’t return to her cunt.
They slid back.
Her middle finger traced the soft, sensitive skin between her cheeks… and then circled her tight little hole. She whimpered at her own boldness, at how completely she had given in to him.
And then she looked up, lips parted, voice like a moan wrapped in velvet.
“Like this, Iain? Is this what you wanted?”
His breath hitched. The camera lowered slightly in his hand, fingers twitching like he couldn’t decide whether to take another picture or grab her by the hair and claim her right there.
“Fuck, Sophie,” he rasped.
Her finger teased again—slow, gentle, not pushing in yet, just enough to make her thighs quake with need. Her other hand moved to her breast, pinching her nipple hard as she whimpered again.
“I want to feel you here,” she whispered. “I want you to take pictures of me like this. Wide open. Exposed. Just for you.”
Click.
Her finger pressed harder, just barely breaching that tight little ring. She moaned at the sensation, so new, so filthy, so utterly his.
Click. Click.
“You’re such a dirty little slut now,” Iain growled, voice lower than it had been all night. “And you love it.”
She nodded, moaning as she pushed just a little deeper. “Yes… I love it. I’ll do anything, Iain. I just need you. Need your cock… inside me… anywhere you want.”
He stepped forward, his trousers visibly tenting from the pressure of his cock, nearly bursting from how long he’d been holding back. Sophie’s eyes dropped to it—she licked her lips, desperate.
“I need it,” she whispered, breathless. “Please let me feel it.”
His hand gripped her jaw, tilting her face up.
“You want it so badly,” he said, dangerously close to her lips. “But you still haven’t begged me the way I like to hear it.”
Her cheeks flushed deeper, pupils blown wide.
“I’ll do anything,” she said. “Please, let me take it out. I want to suck it, I want to taste you, I want you to fuck my throat while I finger my ass for you. Please, Iain…”
His zipper came down with a harsh sound.
“Then take it out,” he growled.
And she did—with trembling, eager hands, she reached up and freed him from his boxers, gasping as his thick, heavy cock sprang forward, flushed and glistening at the tip. Her breath caught as her fingers wrapped around the girth.
“Oh my god…”
He grabbed her hair, guiding her mouth forward.
“Let’s see how far you can take it before you make a mess all over the floor.”
Sophie’s lips parted as she lowered her mouth to the swollen, pulsing head of his cock. Her eyes locked on his, still brimming with hunger and heat. The tip brushed her tongue—salty, thick—and her lashes fluttered as she moaned at the weight of it. He felt so good in her mouth already… and she hadn’t even started.
Click.
The shutter snapped.
Iain’s other hand held the camera steady, capturing her lips stretched wide around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deeper, her blonde curls spilling over her shoulders like a fallen halo.
Click.
Her mouth worked his length with wet, obedient strokes—taking him inch by inch, her spit coating his cock as she gagged softly and pushed further. His hand tangled in her hair again, guiding her, not forcefully—but firmly, with purpose.
“Good girl,” he growled, hips shifting forward. “Take it. You look so fucking perfect like this.”
Click.
The shutter caught her eyes watering, her lips red and slick, her throat bulging as she swallowed him as deep as she could. She moaned around his shaft, the sound vibrating through his length and making his grip in her hair tighten.
Then she pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva hanging from her lips to his cock, her chest heaving.
“Please… I want to feel your mouth on me now,” she begged breathlessly. “I want to cum, Iain… I need to—”
But he cut her off with a firm, low growl.
“You don’t get to cum yet, Sophie.”
Her thighs trembled.
“You get to feel. And when I decide you’ve earned it, then you’ll cum. Not a second before.”
She nodded eagerly, practically panting now as he pulled her to her feet and spun her around, pushing her gently but firmly back against the velvet backdrop. His camera hung from its strap as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
And then his hands spread her thighs.
Her underwear—soaked through, darkened by how wet she was—was dragged down her legs and tossed aside. His breath hitched at the sight of her—shaved smooth, lips swollen and glistening with arousal, her clit practically pulsing with need.
Iain didn’t waste time.
He dove in.
His tongue was merciless—flicking, curling, dragging up the length of her pussy, lapping at her juices before sucking hard on her clit. Sophie screamed, her back arching as her hands clutched at the backdrop behind her. Her hips bucked against his face as he devoured her like he’d been starving for her taste.
“Fuck—Iain! I—”
But then, he stopped. Just as her body began to tremble on the cusp of climax, he pulled back.
“Not yet,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wild with hunger. “You don’t get that until you beg for it properly.”
Sophie whimpered, her legs shaking, her pussy twitching with frustration.
And then—he lifted the camera again.
“Show me how badly you want it,” he said. “Pose for me. Show me what you need me to do to you.”
Her hand slid between her legs instantly—desperate, on fire—and she lowered herself to the floor once more, spreading wide, fingering herself while the camera captured it all.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Iain’s cock throbbing with anticipation.
She was close.
But not yet.
Never yet.
Iain stood, glancing down at Sophie with that dark, wicked smirk curling on his lips. She lay beneath him on the studio floor, legs spread wide, fingers sliding through her drenched folds, dripping and desperate.
Click.
Not a picture this time. He flicked the camera dial with a slow, deliberate motion. The soft beep confirmed it—recording. The red light blinked to life.
“This isn’t just for me now, sweetheart,” he said, voice gravelly. “It’s for us. Every moan, every plea… I want to watch it back and see just how far you let me take you.”
Sophie gasped, the realisation adding fuel to the fire already roaring inside her. Her fingers moved faster, the slick sounds echoing in the still air of the studio.
“You want to cum so badly, don’t you?” he said, crouching low beside her, camera angled perfectly to capture her soaked pussy, her writhing body, and the mess she was making of herself.
“I—yes, please,” she breathed, her voice a broken whisper. “Please Iain… I need your mouth again—I need you—”
“You don’t need anything,” he said, pushing her hand away and replacing it with his fingers, slow and thick. He circled her clit lazily, watching her squirm, recording her every twitch.
She arched her back, hips thrusting toward him, begging without words.
“I told you to beg properly,” he growled. “Beg for my tongue like you fucking mean it.”
Sophie’s lip trembled.
“Please Iain,” she whimpered. “Please lick me—make me cum with your mouth. I need it—I need your tongue on my pussy. I’ll be good, I swear—just please…”
He gave her a low, approving grunt, and then—his mouth was on her again.
This time slower.
Deeper.
Cruel in the way he teased her—his tongue just barely brushing her swollen clit, his fingers spreading her lips apart as he flicked, sucked, and licked like an artist, every stroke dragging her closer to madness.
She sobbed with pleasure, legs trembling around his shoulders.
And then… he stopped again.
“No!” she gasped, tears of frustration blurring her vision. “I—I was so close…”
“I know,” he smirked, climbing to his feet again.
Sophie’s eyes widened as she watched him. His hands moved to his belt, his trousers. She saw the thick shape of him straining against the fabric, twitching with need.
He unzipped.
Unfastened.
And let it fall.
His cock sprang free—girthy, thick-veined, slick at the tip and twitching with anticipation. Her breath caught in her throat.
Iain stepped between her legs, towering above her like he owned her now. And he did.
Camera still rolling.
“That’s enough begging,” he said, wrapping a fist around his cock, stroking it once—slow and deliberate. “You’re going to get what you want, Sophie. What you need. But you’re not cumming until you’ve taken every single inch of me.”
He lowered himself over her, the head of his cock nudging her entrance—teasing, sliding through her slick folds but not pushing in just yet.
Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling at him, aching to be filled.
But he paused, still right at her entrance.
“Say it,” he ordered, eyes locked on hers.
“Fuck me, Iain,” she whispered, eyes wide, lips parted. “Please. I want your cock inside me. I need it. Fill me… own me.”
He growled.
And then, with one slow, punishing thrust—
He started to push in.
Sophie’s breath caught the second the head of Iain’s cock pressed inside her—hot, swollen, thick. Her pussy welcomed it greedily, soaked and twitching from all the teasing, the denial, the endless tension he’d stirred inside her like a storm.
Iain groaned low in his throat, the sound primal, guttural. He gripped her hips tightly, anchoring her in place as he sank in a little more—slow, deliberate, watching her reaction with hungry eyes.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” he muttered, voice strained. “Your pussy feels like it’s gripping me. Like it never wants to let me go.”
Sophie whimpered, her fingers clawing at his back, her body arching, needing more.
“More… please,” she gasped. “Don’t stop…”
He smiled darkly. “Oh, I’m not stopping. You’re going to feel every inch.”
And she did.
He eased in further, his cock stretching her inch by agonising inch. The girth made her walls pulse and ache in the most delicious way, and Iain didn’t give her relief. He made her take it slow. Controlled. Measured.
He watched her face, loving every twitch, every gasp, every shaky breath as he filled her deeper… deeper…
Until he was all the way inside.
Balls flush against her, buried to the hilt.
Sophie’s mouth fell open, a soft, moan escaping her lips as her pussy adjusted to his size—so full she swore she could feel him in her stomach.
“You feel that?” he whispered, leaning close, breath hot in her ear. “That’s mine now.”
Then he began to move.
The rhythm started slow—grinding strokes that dragged the full length of his cock against her pulsing walls, the slick sounds between them filthy and raw. Every thrust sent her gasping, his hips rolling like he owned every muscle in her body.
He pushed her wrists down beside her head, keeping control.
But then he paused, cock still buried inside her, throbbing.
His voice dropped into a growl. “Now you choose. Next position, Sophie. You decide how I fuck you.”
She blinked up at him, surprised—and turned on beyond belief. He was giving her a taste of control—but still holding the reins.
Her body ached, still clenching around his cock, aching for friction.
“I… I want to ride you,” she said breathlessly. “Let me get on top. I want to see your face when you fill me again.”
Iain grinned wickedly.
“Good girl.”
He pulled out with a slick, wet sound, leaving her aching and empty. Then he lay back on the floor, cock glistening with her arousal, waiting.
“Climb on, Sophie,” he said, camera still filming from behind. “Show me how much you want it.”
To be continued…….
