Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Oh yeah.
“I would like erotic, not creepy, but that’s not easy.” Studying Emerson unabashedly once he turned back to look at the sketches that were taped up on the board, I couldn’t imagine anything the sexy boy did turning out awkwardly. “I’m not sure what went wrong, but Roman said it was a lack of connection between the photographer and the subject…and the wrong subjects.”
Emerson didn’t seem to feel bad about giggling this time. “Because the doll has to want its Owner the same way the Owner wants the doll…or it’s just like you stole it.”
His mind was a fascinating place…and probably not wrong.
But had we finally gotten to his worries?
“There’s nothing wrong with the doll wanting to be owned.” Professional. I was going to be a fucking professional with the sweet boy. The model. Fuck. I was going to be a professional with the model. “I just want to make sure you feel safe and comfortable sinking into that—that role without it being upsetting to you in any way. I respect your skills.”
Because I was a professional.
Emerson gave me another curious look before shifting down the board to focus on the mockups of some of the corsets. “Will it make you uncomfortable to see me in that role? Not everyone is comfortable with…those emotions.”
No, I wasn’t…but not for the reasons he was probably thinking.
I wasn’t going to be comfortable watching him pretend to live out my fantasy when he wasn’t really mine, but there was nothing I could do about that. “I will not ask you to project arousal and then have an issue with you following through on that request, Mr. Davis. That would be the height of hypocritical.”
And rude.
He shrugged. “You’d be surprised at how people react sometimes.”
Probably not.
“The original shoot went so badly it was scrapped and I came back to work more and regroup. When I was ready to go back to the idea of the photographs, I had the sketches done and I sat down with Roman.” He’d been very blunt about what he thought I’d done wrong…everything.
“I explained what I was looking for, and after he called me an idiot for thinking that a mainstream photographer would be able to grasp what would really be a kink shoot, he came up with a plan.” He’d had several choice things to say about my publicity company too.
“Roman said that he thought it would be an interesting shoot.” Emerson flashed me a teasing grin. “But he didn’t mention that was because he’d organized it.”
I had to laugh. “He’s going to be the first to take credit for it when they turn out wonderfully, though.”
Giggling, Emerson nodded. “And Eli too somehow.”
Oh yes.
“Don’t say his name. He’s the local equivalent of Voldemort.” My ridiculous response had him laughing and nodding.
As his delight faded, he started swinging his arms again. “You’re doing the more erotic ones. Why?”
There were a few things he could’ve meant, so I did my best to answer them all. “I have a friend who does more mainstream photography. I think he’s going to do a very good job of capturing the innocence and fairy-tale quality that they’re going to project. However, he’d be the first to tell you that he’s not the right person for the rest.”
For a variety of reasons, honestly.
His slightly jaded personality was just one of them.
“Aside from a few of the photographers at Leashes & Lace, there isn’t anyone else locally I wanted to work with, and after the last session went so badly, I wanted complete control.” That had his lips turning up again, but he didn’t say anything so I continued to talk through my thoughts.
“Once Roman and I talked, I knew that if it was going to work and end up sending the right emotional message, I needed to be the one to be on the other side of the lens.” I was the Owner. There was no one else my doll should be giving themselves too.
But I knew that sounded odd at the very least, so I kept the confusing part to myself.
Because I was a professional.
“You don’t think it’s going to be weird?” Emerson grinned again as I laughed.
“It will be at first.” I didn’t think there would be any way around it. “But I think once we get over that first hurdle it will be much less stressful.”
I wasn’t sure I could promise him that it would be normal, that seemed like a stretch even for me, but I was going to do my best to make it easy.
Emerson nodded, looking sweet and earnest. “Like my first shoot with Eli, but I guess so long as you don’t spank me, it won’t be as painful.”
What?
Ignoring how tight my pants were getting, I shook my head. “The corset is restricting, but it shouldn’t be painful.”
For a split second it looked like Emerson was going to pout, but it was gone so quickly I was sure I had it wrong.