Beginners (closed)

[AntonTovaras]

The model sighed impatiently. Simon Rey couldn't really blame her for it; she'd been standing there in nothing but a thong with her arms pulled up over her head for quite a while, and the studio was drafty. It did wonders for her nipples, but not for her comfort. She was too thin for his tastes, barely a hint of breastflesh between her nipples and her ribs, and her hips had barely any cushion at all. It wasn't her body that excited him, but he didn't want to think about what it was.

Deviant. Perverted. Kinky.

Those were the words that stood out from the only published review of his show at the Hanover Gallery. His only show to date. There had barely been a mention of his artistic technique, but a fierce focus on his subject matter. A single aspect of his subject matter, even. Only half the images featured women in restraints, after all, but it was as if the dragons and spaceships didn't even exist.

"Are you ready?" she said, snapping him back to the moment. As much as he disliked being called a pervert in the student-run paper, he was back to taking pictures of a bound, half-naked woman, and he was as aroused as ever by it.

He snapped a few pictures, a few angles, posing her here and there, and after half an hour or so, he let her down. She gave him a smile that made him sweat, and retreated behind his desk to check the digital images, and to hide the tent in his jeans.

"So?" she said.

"That's it," he stammered. "I'll send you copies of the raw images for your portfolio. And ... um ... thanks a lot for, you know, everything." So far, he'd been able to find girls who would pose in return for the help with their portfolio. It seemed like half the girls in the university wanted to be photographed topless, and Simon was a good photographer. Most of them found the fantasy scenes that their images ended up in to be hopelessly geeky, and he remained as shy and awkward around girls as ever. He only really felt comfortable with them when they were bound.

"Right." She sounded disappointed, but she dressed quickly, and left. As soon as the door shut behind her, Simon found himself wondering if he had missed an opportunity. She hadn't been remotely interested in his art, but she had seemed to want something from him. Another woman he would probably never understand. They were a puzzle, wrapped in a mystery, covered with enigma sauce, or however the line went.

Simon clenched his teeth and tried to will his cock down, but as he looked over the raw images, imagining the exotic backdrop he would paint her in, it was impossible. He went online and made a few notes in his blog.

"Thinking of a dystopian theme for the latest. Urban blight, jackboots and Big Brother, that sort of thing." It would work nicely with the jaded expression on the girl's face in some of the images. It could work well with that writer's story, maybe. They'd been chatting for a few months, talking about collaborating on something, though they hadn't quite worked it out.

He sent her the raw pics, and then remembered to send them to the model as well.

 

[MadameNyx]

Adrianna sighed softly and brushed a few loose curls away from her face. She had been sitting in the same chair, in front of a computer screen showing the blank document that was supposed to be the next chapter in her book for three hours now. If she kept this slump up, she wouldn't have enough time to finish and turn it in to her mentor in time. She barely had money to feed herself so, without that scholarship she could kiss her education goodbye. With a frustrated groan, she got up and headed towards her bathroom. A shower was in order.

Closing the door behind her, she turned the knob to allow the water to flow, allowing it to heat up while she began to undress. Her hands pulled on the soft fabric of her 'I heart Darth Vader' t-shirt, revealing the smooth dark skin underneath, the prominent curves of her breasts held by the simple black bra underneath. Letting the shirt fall, her hands moved to the waistband of her soft pajama bottoms, hips wiggling to help it fall, dragging the black bikini panties with them. Arching her back, her fingers reached for the back of her bra, unhooking it and letting it fall, feeling her breasts jiggle and rest against her.

Walking to the big mirror, she looked at her naked body while pulling the chopsticks out her her hair, allowing the loose curls to fall down her body, resting at the curve of her rather well shaped derrière. She thought she looked alright. While not being skinny, she thought the couple of extra pounds were distributed nicely to her butt and the voluptuous breasts that were a bit too big for her small 5'0'' frame. Allowing her eyes to reach her face she examined it critically. Her lips were full and her hazel eyes stood out against her light chocolate skin, framed by the black glasses she usually wore.

With another sigh, she took off her glasses and stepped inside the shower, allowing the hot water to caress her curves. Perhaps she should take a break, check out her email and write to that photographer. His photos usually helped her immensely with her story, and it would be nice to just chat with someone.

 

[AntonTovaras]

Simon sighed and scanned through a few new comments on the last of his finished pieces that he had posted online. It was a vaguely-Persian themed image of a girl in harem dress with her hands chained behind her back as she was led to a monstrous ogre. There was the usual hate, a little unrelated ranting, and no actual useful criticism. Still, it had only been up a few days. He was just about to log offline so he could focus on the new pics when Adrianna logged on.

He actually stood up before he realized that she couldn't see that his dark hair was a rumpled mess, or that he hadn't shaved and had a shadow of stubble on his chin. He sat his lean, frame back down and chuckled at himself. He couldn't quite explain why she made him so nervous, but every time they spoke, he felt like he was jacked up on a hundred pots of coffee. Maybe it was because she never treated him like he was a freak.

~Hey, beautiful,~ he typed, sending her the IM. It was easy for him to flirt with her, since they were on opposite sides of the country. ~Sent some pics to you. Hope you like. Almost thinking about using #7 to illustrate your book. Which I'm looking forward to reading some more of, by the way.~

She'd shown him a few chapters, and he'd been dying to read more, but he knew she struggled with it. She had explained her financial aid situation to him, and while he couldn't make sense of it, he knew she didn't need any extra pressure from him.

~I still have that extra room, if you feel like spending Xmas break in the snow.~ He hesitated a moment before sending it. It was weird, offering her a place to stay when he'd never even met her in person, but he felt close to her in a way he never really did with people he knew in person. He shrugged. They'd talked about it, but it was hard to really know if she was serious about it. He sent the message, and began playing with the photos he'd taken as he waited for her reply.

 

[MadameNyx]

Finishing her shower quickly, Andy dried herself before wrapping the big fluffy towel around her form, the wet curls sticking to her damp skin. Leaning over the computer chair, she logged in to her favorite messenger and heard the tell tale chirp of a new message. Looking at the sender, she felt herself blush and smile.

They had met at a site that resembled devianART, where people posted many art forms. She had commented on his most recent picture in a positive way, and even going so far as calling the other posters that had left less than cordial comments ignorant. After that, they had found themselves PMing each other, which later moved on to the instant messenger. He seemed to like her writing as well and was always giving her advice on how to get better.

~Hey there, handsome. I'll take a look at those pics once I get dressed ~ Teasing him didn't seem as awkward as it was to flirt with other guys, and she always managed to blush when he called her beautiful. She got giddy when they talked, and could feel little goosebumps spread along her skin.

His next message made her freeze on the spot, feeling tension and excitement sing through her body. He had offered this before, but she had never thought about it seriously. Now, however, she thought a change of scenery would be nice, perhaps even inspire her to write some more. Feeling her fingers tremble and the towel get loose and fall to the floor, she typed ~Are you sure about that?~

Biting her lower lip, she hit 'send'. Too nervous for his reply, she moved to her room to get dressed, pulling on a big long shirt with The Avenger's in chibi form on it.

 

[AntonTovaras]

Once she gets dressed. Once she gets dressed.

Simon couldn't help trying to imagine her naked. Of course, he'd never actually seen her, which made it harder, but somehow just the thought of her checking her messages and replying to him when she wasn't dressed was enough to make his mouth water and make his stomach do backflips. He made a fist and found that every muscle and nerve was on high alert. Intellectually, he knew that it was a standard physical reaction to fear. Even a girl he had never seen could make him nervous, it seemed. It was only his body didn't know the difference between an IM and a prowling saber-toothed tiger.

When her reply came - Are you sure? - his first thought was no! But that was just a flight response. She was not actually dangerous. At least, not in a saber-toothed tiger kind of way. He stood up to walk off the adrenalin that was thundering through his veins, and looked into the 'extra' room. Currently, it was half full of his "school" art, the massive canvases and collages that he had thought were better suited to academia than the fantasies he was working on now. The technique was there, but his professors had skewered him for bland content. Which had been the point. This semester he had started bringing his real work in, and though the reactions were mixed, nobody suggested that his subject matter was bland.

But that could be cleared out. If he took the canvases off the stretchers and rolled them up, he could stuff them under his bed. It was the end of the semester, so a bed and chest of drawers could be found on craigslist for next to nothing, as students moved out and abandoned their possessions. The space was not a problem. Sharing his space with a stranger, a woman, a woman who answered his IMs before she got dressed.

He took a deep breath.

"Fuck it," he whispered, and walked back to the computer.

~Of course I'm sure. Wouldn't have made the offer if I wasn't.~ It was only Christmas break, after all. Six weeks at most. Unless she decided to transfer or something, but he couldn't imagine any reason why she would do that.

 

[MadameNyx]

Having grabbed the towel and started the walk to her bathroom to hang it in its place, the girl jumped when she herd the chirp of another message. Feeling tense, she forced herself to move slowly and carefully replace the towel in the rack before she walked back to her computer. Sitting in the chair, she read his answer and felt her breath catch. Her heart started beating faster while she thought of a million things that could go wrong: he could be a serial killer, he could be a kidnapper, he could just stand her up at the airport and leave her stranded.... Biting her lower lip she typed:

~What dates should I purchase the plane tickets for? And... what airport?~

Hitting send once more, she felt her small hands trembling a little, nervous of what she was getting into. But she'd be darned if she let this slip past and regretted it later.

 

[AntonTovaras]

Simon closed his eyes when he heard the ping and told himself not to panic. Worst case scenario, she said no thanks. It was what any sane person would do. It wasn't like she was even a real person in his life. Just an internet phantom, one who happened to inspire him with her words, who liked his art, even when everyone else seemed to think it was perverted. He sat down.

~Whenever you're done with finals. Just need a day to get the room liveable. Fly into Boston. I'll pick you up.~ He stared at the words, and the blinking cursor on the screen. He wished he could see her face, or at least hear her voice, to know if she was actually serious. He rubbed his chin, reminding himself that he needed to shave. She was about to become real. He was about to have a roommate. He hit send and jumped out of the chair as though he'd been shocked. He looked around the place and shook his head.

It was an old firehouse, the truck garage had become his studio, living room, kitchen, etc. and the two rooms upstairs his bedroom and – once she arrived – hers. Each semester when his financial aid came in, he mailed a check for the rent, and he hadn't seen the landlord since he'd moved in three years ago. Either she'd like it, or she wouldn't. He turned on the TV, filling the big studio with empty noise, and circled his desk as though it was dangerous. Then he took a deep breath, sat down, and got to work.

 

[MadameNyx]

Reading his reply, Andy bit her lower lip nervously. She was really going to do this. Having finished finals already, she opened her browser and started looking at flights while her mind whirled. What if he was just pretending to be nice to get her over there? What if he wanted to tie her up like in some of his pictures?... The last one made her shake her head. This wasn't a trip to get laid. This was a trip she was taking to relax, decompress and, hopefully, write. Even if he did ask her (for some unknown reason) to pose for him, it would just be a friend helping a friend, right?

~Well my finals are done... Day after tomorrow alright for you?~

Sending the message, she looked around her small apartment. She would have to clean and organize before leaving. Make her bags.... Shave in case something kinky does happen.... she thought in a sing song voice, almost giggling out loud. Take some books with her to read and her iPod for the three to four hour flight across the country.

Finding a flight, she hesitated before buying it, waiting for his reply.

 

[AntonTovaras]

The day after tomorrow. The day after tomorrow.

~Cool. Just give me the flight info and I'll pick you up at the airport.~ He typed quickly and hit send. The day after tomorrow.

Holy shit.

He grabbed his phone and pulled his long coat on, heading out into the dreary December drizzle. He'd be able to reply to any further messages while he was out, but he needed things. Like an extra bed and a dresser. He whispered a little prayer to Ford as he climbed in his ancient pickup truck, but it only took a few seconds before the engine rumbled to life.

It seemed that the universe was conspiring in favor of this. He found the furniture he needed in his first pass through the neighborhood just outside campus, where grand old Victorian houses had been chopped up into apartments for students. He managed to drag it inside before the drizzle turned to a downpour and covered the world with ice. Then it was just a matter of making the place look less like a man-cave and more like ... well ... at least he could do the dishes and straighten up a bit. It was still a big, empty space with bricks and a sofa he picked up from the sidewalk.

 

[MadameNyx]

Hearing the expected chirp, Andy read the message before quickly picking the flight. Getting all the information, she copy-pasted it to the instant messenger and sent it before getting up and looking around once more.

Time to clean.

The rest of that day and the day after were a blur of cleaning, shopping for stuff she needed and packing. The actual plane ride felt longer and she could barely sit still during the whole thing. She had even failed at reading one of her books, which usually kept her occupied for hours on end. Finally arriving, she stopped by the bathroom before heading out to the luggage area, looking critically at herself once more. She was wearing the burgundy coat she had told him would identify her, her long hair was loose and topped with a soft black beanie hat, her dark blue jeans and black knee high boots showing under the coat. With a soft sigh, she walked out and started looking for him, wondering if he could see her through the mass of taller people milling about

 

[AntonTovaras]

The day after turned into tomorrow.

Simon was bouncing from delirious excitement (I can't believe she's actually coming) to desperate terror (What if she's some kind of psycho?) to soul-crushing despair (She'll take one look at this place and hate me forever.) in roughly hourly cycles. Long after everything that could be done had been done, and checked, and rechecked, he sat clicking impatiently at the internet, looking for weather reports, funny dog videos, boobs, political commentary, any sort of distraction. Sleep was a myth.

Tomorrow turned into Oh-fuck-I-overslept.

Simon reached out and swatted the beeping phone. Then he remembered why he had set the alarm and was up, off the couch where he had passed out. Her flight landed in an hour. The airport was an hour-and-a-half away in the best conditions, and Boston was not famous for having the best conditions.

Less than three minutes after he first opened his eyes, he walked out of the house brushing his teeth, wearing the rumpled jeans and sweater that he'd been wearing when he fell asleep, boots untied and his long, black wool coat flapping in a razor wind that was going to bring more snow. The truck answered his prayers and started, and he was on the way.

He pulled over in the passenger pick-up zone and left the truck sitting there, hoping he'd find her before they towed him. Burgundy coat, looking a bit lost. He sighed with relief. She was there. She was pretty. As best he could tell under her coat, she was pretty curvy, too. He wondered if she'd model for him, and the thought almost made him turn around and run.

"Andy?" he said. "It's Simon."

 

[MadameNyx]

Andy had been looking around for a few minutes before she heard the male voice beside her calling her. Turning towards it, she found her breath catch for a moment, her eyes examining him discreetly. His hair looked a bit mussed and his clothes were a little rumpled, like he had rushed to get here in time, which only made him look all the more charming. She felt herself grin. He was handsome, though in the kind of way that seemed to sneak up on you. He wasn't at all the geeky boy she had expected given the way he described himself as shy.

"Hi, Simon. It's good to finally meet you." she replied before hesitating. Should she hug him in greeting? Shake his hand? Brushing some stray strands of hair from her face with her free hand, she said "And thanks for offering. I think I needed to get away from my little hobbit-cave."

 

[AntonTovaras]

He opened his arms to hug her, and then thought better of it. What if it seemed weird? Of course, not hugging her would seem even weirder now that he's standing here with his arms out like that, wouldn't it? He gave her a one-armed hug and pulled back quickly. A little awkward, but at least he hadn't started babbling like an idiot.

"So, yeah," he said. "That could have gone better, but ... we can try again, you know, if you want." There it was. He grabbed her bags and started walking back towards the loading zone, clenching his teeth to stop the flood of blather that was trying to explode out of his mouth.

The truck hadn't been towed, so that was good, but a cop was walking towards it with a nasty look on his face. He tossed her things in the back and then opened the door for her. When she was in, he went around the driver's side and pulled out into the traffic before the cop reached them.

"I overslept a little," he said, glancing in the rearview mirror. "So that's why I'm late. And I promise I'm not a psycho. I just have to get used to being around someone ... you know ... cute."

He shook his head. It was going to be a very long drive if he didn't settle down. His eyes stayed glued to the road, because he was afraid to look at her.

 

[MadameNyx]

She was surprised to see him move for a hug. Hesitating for a second, she returned his quick, one armed hug. At his words, she chuckled. "I think we should try that again sometime." she replied with a shy smile before following out to his car. One of her eyebrows rose at the sight of the cop but she quickly got inside and closed the door, buckling up. In less than a minute, they were gone.

"You know... If you say you're not a psycho, that just makes me think you are even more." she said in a serious way before giggling, feeling herself relax against the seat. Her eyes watched as the snow covered street passed them by. It had been a couple of years since she had moved to the states from her little island but snow always managed to look beautiful to her. It was something her parents never got to see, so she took the time to enjoy it for them anytime she could.

Turning to look at him, she blushed a little. "And... you think I'm cute? Well... likewise."

It seemed to be a bit less awkward now. At least, less awkward than when they had first met a couple of minutes ago. Running her fingers through her hair, she allowed her fingers to twirl one of the curls around while she spoke once more. "How's the picture coming? The last one you mailed me?"

 

[AntonTovaras]

"You know... If you say you're not a psycho, that just makes me think you are even more."

She laughed though. He nodded, agreeing. It did make him sound crazy. But she seemed to be kidding. And ... well ... she knew what she was getting into. She had agreed to move in with him (temporarily, yes, but still) after looking at all the images that everyone else - or at least the one reviewer - thought were so disturbing. He looked at her, gave an over the top Evil Laugh, and then winked.

"And... you think I'm cute? Well... likewise."

He almost drove off the road. She thought he was cute? His hands on the wheel clenched into tight fists, but he managed to give her a cool smile and not say anything.

They were out of the city by then, cutting through the suburbs, into what he thought of as the Olde New Englande towns, surrounded by forests and rolling hills.

"How's the picture coming? The last one you mailed me?"

He shook his head, laughing softly.

"Honestly? I've hardly looked at it, I've been running around trying to get the place ready," he said. That thought sat there like a turd on the dinner table, and he looked at her and smiled. "Not that it's really your fault. I hadn't been working much before this either. I had a show and got some pretty rough reviews. Well ... only one review, actually, but it was rough. So I guess I've been dealing with that." He sighed. He hadn't really wanted to get into this with her, but he found her easy to talk to. "You know my stuff. Is it really ... perverted?"

 

[MadameNyx]

The evil laugh and the wink made her giggle, happy that he seemed to be relaxing a bit more around her. Her eyes opened wide when she felt the car swerve a little, her hands and legs finding foot and handholds in windows and the dash board. Glancing at him with big eyes to make sure he was back in control of the car, she settled herself once more in her seat, wondering if there had been a squirrel on the road or something she had missed.

His next words made her eyes soften. It resonated with her, the worry he had. She felt the same way about her writing, in a way.

"I don't think they're perverted at all, Simon. Some people are just so worried about what others would say that they prefer to act like the perfect person." she said as she tried to put her thoughts into words that he would understand, "Everyone has desires, some seem darker than others, if only because society has made them seem that way. I don't see anything wrong with being tied up, or to give another person power over you, so long as there is trust and no one gets hurt."

"As for your pictures themselves...." she smiled and shrugged shyly, "I'd like to think that if I was a character in Star Wars I would probably enjoy being tied up in the middle of a dead rock waiting for someone to rescue me."

 

[AntonTovaras]

So she didn't think there was anything wrong with being tied up. He stared straight ahead at the road, hardly seeing anything. In fact, he missed the turn for his street. Just the thought of her tied with silk stockings made him uncomfortably aware of his cock. It only took a few moments until it was swollen and hot against his thigh. He shifted in his seat, hoping his coat would hide it from her.

He was so distracted by his discomfort that he hardly caught her confession about enjoying being tied up. He nodded, turned onto a side street that would take them to his house by a slightly more round-about route. He couldn't think about this and drive at the same time, so he just steered the truck down the road for another minute. They rolled through a typical little town, full of white Victorian houses and abandoned brick factory buildings, surrounded by round mountains and forest. The snow made everything seem magical. Simon pulled up in front of his house.

“That would be hot,” he said, his voice sounding oddly controlled. “I'd actually really love to make some pictures with you like that.” He turned and gave her a smile. Then he cut the engine. “Here we are.” He got out, buttoning his coat and grabbing her bags from the back before he opened her door for her. He was still stiff as an iron poker, but it wouldn't be too obvious.

“So this is it,” he said, opening the door and letting her in. “Make yourself at home.” He carried her things up the stairs and set them on the floor at the foot of the bed.

 

[MadameNyx]

After a moment, the dark haired woman felt herself blush. She couldn't believe she had just admitted to liking being tied up. Or, she should say, interested in trying it out. If Simon would've been one of the guys from her town, he probably would've just told her to get off his truck at that moment and looked at her with some level of disgust.

But I'm not there anymore.... for now...

The comment about that being 'hot' made Adrianna blush even redder, this time it probably could be seen in her dark skin. Her eyes opened even wider at his comment about taking pictures of her. Her mind whiled, and she had been about to answer when he led her inside his home. She admired the inside and smiled. It had been sort of what she had imagined he lived in and she liked it a lot. Following him to her designated room, she sat on the bed before she allowed herself to answer.

"I like your home. And the first order of business is cooking for you, for letting me stay here." she replied before she raised an eyebrow "As for your other comment... Don't you need a beautiful, modelesque girl for your pictures? Not a stubby thing like me?"

 

[AntonTovaras]

“Cooking?” he said. “For me?” He grinned. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had ever offered to cook for him. Of course, there hadn't really been a last time. He had bought groceries the day before, because she had mentioned liking to cook, but most of his life he had lived on take out. “Yeah … um … go for it.”

He led her down to the kitchen to show her where things were. There were pots and pans and things that he had never used, left behind by the previous tenant. Then he sat down on a stool to stay out of the way and watch. He was still thinking over that blush in the truck. Had he said something that embarrassed her, or was she thinking about the same thing he was?

“First, you are beautiful,” he said, a hint of anger in his voice. Not angry with her, but with her description of herself. Didn't she know what she looked like? “You're not stubby. You're curvy, and I'll take that over skinny any day. The reason my models are all skinny is because it's only the skinny girls that want to model, but if you posed for me … I could actually show them what real beauty is.”

He hopped off the counter and walked to the shelves where he kept his work. He pulled a couple of them off and held them up. “See? They're all hard lines. There's no softness, no roundness. If I had you in there, I could do compositions with some real life.” He was getting a little worked up, thinking about tying her naked body, and he flushed.

“I mean, only if you wanted to, sometime.” He clenched his teeth, putting the prints away. She was going to think he was nuts. Maybe he was, if jst the idea of tying her up made him so excited.

 

[MadameNyx]

Adrianna felt her own smile grace her lips at his reaction to her saying she would cook for him. And why not? She loved cooking for others and she felt that if she could do this one thing for him while she was staying with him, then it would be a way for her to say thank you. Following him down the stairs to the kitchen, she took off her coat, draping it over a stool before she opened all of the cabinets to look at what she had to work with. His words made her blush once more, even while her eyes scanned the contents of his kitchen.

Hmm Carbonara will work nicely for today...

Turning to him, she allowed her eyes to look at his work, the angles he was showing her, then at his face. Still blushing, she walked towards the stools once more while she spoke "I don't think I'm pretty enough to be photographed..." she said before raising en eyebrow "but if you think so and need me to then I will." Biting her lower lip, she leaned forwards to grab the chopsticks from her coat pocket, her face close to his. "Just promise me you will release me if I ask you to."

With that she pulled away and, with an expert twist of her hands, pinned her hair in a messy bun with the chopsticks. Moving to the faucet, she washed her hands quickly before starting to move about, pulling out some chicken, bacon, fettuccine, Alfredo sauce, onions, garlic and anything else she needed to make the meal.

 

[AntonTovaras]

He watched her come to him, his blood simmering. He could reach out and touch her. Grab her. Take her.

He knew that would be wrong, of course. He couldn't invite someone to stay and then just attack her because he wanted her. But he wanted her. More than he could begin to say. And then she started saying she wasn't pretty enough. He shook his head, wanting to make her see that she was beautiful. Maybe not in a conventional fashion magazine way, but in a real, flesh and blood way that was so much better.

Then she said she would do it. If he needed her to. Did he need her to? His cock screamed yes. His imagination screamed yes. Even if he didn't fuck her, and he wouldn't, not unless she wanted him to. Really wanted him to. Even if he didn't, she inspired him. He was seeing compositions that would work, with her dark, curvy figure at the center instead of the usual pallid toothpick girls. She was close enough that he could almost kiss her.

Then she was gone, back in the kitchen, assembling ingredients, with that last thought floating there.

"Release you?" he said. "I mean, you'd sign a release, but I wouldn't...." He shook his head. She wasn't talking about a legal release. She was talking about....

His eyes opened wide. "OH! Oh my God! Yes! Yes, of course."

Did she think he was some kind of monster who would tie her up and keep her that way against her will, just to watch her struggle, her body vulnerable and exposed. He took a deep breath. It didn't seem like a bad idea, now that he thought of it, but definitely wrong. Very wrong.

"I won't make you do anything you don't want to, and if you want me to stop what I'm doing, just say ... Red. Like a traffic light."

 

[MadameNyx]

Simon's reaction made Adrianna giggle. Turning, she tried to hide it while she filled a pot with water before starting to chop up the bacon, onion and chicken.

"'Red'? Alright, sounds fair and easy to remember."

Andy couldn't help but feel that putting this type of safeword could lead to.... other things. Blushing lightly, she took a deep breath and felt the tension on her shoulders ease. This would be good for her, especially the cooking. She liked to feel needed and that was something that hadn't happened in a long while. Feeling like they were both embarrassed enough, she decided to change the subject.

"So, tell me, what do you like eating? That way I'll know what I can cook and what I should change."

Dumping the pasta on the pot, she put a skillet on the stove and dropped the rest of the ingredients to cook together.

 

[AntonTovaras]

She giggled. That was alright then, he thought. At least, it seemed alright. He couldn't help wishing he hadn't come off as such an utter moron. Sign a release. How the hell could he be thinking about legal minutiae when she was talking about... what? Safety? Trust?

She was talking about wanting to know he'd release her if she let him tie her up. Which meant that she was thinking about letting him. The thought made his mouth dry, and he felt a little dizzy. He watched her cook, and the smells coming from the kitchen were amazing.

"When I'm not sticking my foot in my mouth, I pretty much just eat whatever," he said. He had thrown out a boatload of take out containers and pizza boxes while he was getting the place ready for her. "I think you've done more actual cooking in here than I have, and I've been here a whole semester."

And why was she doing that? he wondered. Why was she here at all? The thought that he was afraid to examine was tip-toeing around the corners of his mind like a herd of drunk elephants. Hard to ignore. She did choose to come here, after all was said and done. She came here knowing him mostly through the images he shared online. The ones that he had hung in his show had been called perverted. They were tamer than some of the ones he posted online.

He let out a deep breath. He turned to look at her and held his hand out, palm up.

"Andy," he said. "Come here."

 

[MadameNyx]

"Really?" the young woman answered while she gave each of the pots a stir, making sure everything looked correct before placing a lid on each of them. Turning to him, she leaned her hip against the counter (really more her ribs because of the height difference) and dried her hands while she spoke. "I love cooking. Its sort of relaxing to me. Not to mention that if I'm having a particularly bad day, its always good to know how to make your own cinnamon rolls."

His voice took on a different tone when he asked her to come to him, making her hesitate. What could he be thinking now? Had she overstepped some boundary that she didn't know was there? Had she done something to upset him somehow?

Feeling her hazel eyes turned worried, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she walked closer, finally stopping when her knees bumped his leg. Placing her hand on his she bit her lower lip, wanting to ask what he was thinking, but afraid of doing so.

 

[AntonTovaras]

"Cinnamon rolls, yes, that would be good" Simon agreed. He hardly knew what to think, except it would make a much better breakfast than cold cereal, which is what he usually ate. When he had a bad day, he usually lost himself in photomanipulation. It was the because of having so many bad days that he had ended up majoring in art, which his friends and family reminded him was a spectacularly useless degree to pursue.

She walked towards him and gave him her hand, standing closer than she needed to. It would have been perfect, he thought, except for the worried look in her eyes. For a moment, he thought he had gone too far, but he hadn't gone anywhere. All he'd done was ask her to come to him. Well, tell her, but she could have said no.

She could have said no. But despite her hesitation and worry, she hadn't. She had obeyed him, and that was enough to set his blood boiling again. He could feel his cock stiffening, and he squeezed her hand, pulling her a little closer, so he could lean down and whisper in her ear.

"I'm so glad you're here, Andy," he said. He slipped his arms around her, pulling her close, feeling her soft body in his arms, pressing her gently against him. "I can't wait to have you model for me."

He gave her a squeeze, crushing her against him for a long time, and then finally letting her go. He gave her a shy smile. "Don't worry," he said. His voice was somehow lower. "I'll take care of you."