The Cuff

The click of the shutter was the only sound in the studio for a long moment, that and the hum of the softbox lights. I was looking at her through the lens, but I didn't see the frame. I saw the curve of her shoulder, the way the light caught the dust motes floating around her. Her name was Lena, and she had the kind of stillness that made you want to break it.

"Alright," I said, lowering the camera. "Let's try something different."

She raised an eyebrow, a slow smile playing on her lips. "Different how?"

I walked over to the prop table, my heart thumping a little harder than it should. My fingers brushed over the leather cuffs, the cool metal buckles. I'd bought them months ago for a shoot that never happened. I picked them up, the chain linking them clinking softly.

"These," I said, holding them out to her.

Lena's eyes widened, but not with surprise. With interest. She took a step closer, her gaze locked on mine. "You want to chain me up, Maya?"

The sound of my name in her mouth, low and teasing, sent a jolt straight to my cunt. "I want to see you," I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. "Completely."

She held out her wrists, her chin tilted up in a silent dare. My hands were shaking as I wrapped the soft leather around her skin, buckling them tight. The chain was short, maybe a foot of heavy links, forcing her hands close together. She was wearing a loose white shirt, and I could see the outline of her nipples, hard against the thin fabric.

"Now what?" she whispered.

"Now," I said, stepping closer, so close I could smell her perfume, something floral and warm. "I take what I want."

I grabbed the chain and pulled. She stumbled forward, her body crashing into mine, a soft gasp escaping her lips. I backed her up against the seamless paper backdrop, the white curving around her like a cocoon. My hands found the hem of her shirt, and I yanked it up, over her head, leaving her in a black lace bra that barely contained her tits.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I breathed.

She smiled, a slow, wicked thing. "Then look at me."

I looked. I looked at the flush spreading across her chest, the way her breath came in fast, shallow pants. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her tits were perfect, full and heavy, her nipples dark and tight. I leaned in and took one in my mouth, sucking hard.

Lena moaned, her chained hands coming up to tangle in my hair. "Yes," she hissed. "Just like that."

I laved her nipple with my tongue, then moved to the other, giving it the same attention. She was arching into me, her hips grinding against my thigh. I could feel the heat of her through her jeans, and it was driving me insane.

I pulled back, my lips swollen, my own jeans feeling impossibly tight. "I want to taste you."

"Do it," she said, her voice a command.

I dropped to my knees, my hands working at the button of her jeans. I pulled them down, along with her panties, revealing her shaved pussy, already glistening with her wetness. I looked up at her, a question in my eyes.

She nodded, biting her lip.

I dove in. I spread her lips with my thumbs, exposing her pink flesh, her clit swollen and begging for attention. I licked her, a long, slow stroke from her entrance to her clit, and she shuddered above me.

"Oh, god," she moaned. "Your tongue... don't stop."

I didn't. I ate her like she was the last meal I'd ever have, lapping at her juices, sucking on her clit, driving her higher and higher. Her chained hands were gripping my hair, pulling me closer, her hips bucking against my face. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that spot that made her see stars.

"I'm close," she gasped. "Maya, I'm so close..."

I didn't let up. I sucked harder, fucked her faster, watching her come undone. Her whole body tensed, a cry tearing from her throat as she came on my face, her juices flooding my mouth. I lapped it all up, greedy for it.

I stood up, my face slick with her. "Now," I said, my voice thick with desire. "My turn."

I stripped off my own clothes, my hands clumsy with need. I pushed her down onto the soft mat on the floor, the chain clinking as she landed. I straddled her, my wet cunt hovering over her face.

"Make me come," I whispered. "With your mouth."

She didn't need to be told twice. Her tongue found my clit immediately, lapping at me with a desperate hunger. I rode her face, grinding against her, using her like she was mine. The feeling was electric, her tongue circling my clit, her nose buried in my folds.

"Fuck, Lena," I moaned. "Just like that... don't stop..."

I could feel the orgasm building, a coil of white-hot heat in my belly. I looked down at her, her green eyes looking up at me, full of lust and submission. That was it. That was the image I wanted. I came with a scream, my body convulsing, my juices coating her chin.

I collapsed beside her, panting, my heart hammering in my chest. She turned to face me, a smile on her lips, the chain rattling softly.

"Best photo shoot ever," she said, laughing.

I laughed too, the sound light and free in the quiet studio. I reached over and grabbed the key from the table, but she shook her head.

"Keep them on," she said, her voice a low purr. "I'm not done with you yet."

The click of the shutter was the only sound in the studio for a long moment, that and the hum of the softbox lights. I was looking at her through the lens, but I didn't see the frame. I saw the curve of her shoulder, the way the light caught the dust motes floating around her. Her name was Lena, and she had the kind of stillness that made you want to break it.

"Alright," I said, lowering the camera. "Let's try something different."

She raised an eyebrow, a slow smile playing on her lips. "Different how?"

I walked over to the prop table, my heart thumping a little harder than it should. My fingers brushed over the leather cuffs, the cool metal buckles. I'd bought them months ago for a shoot that never happened. I picked them up, the chain linking them clinking softly.

"These," I said, holding them out to her.

Lena's eyes widened, but not with surprise. With interest. She took a step closer, her gaze locked on mine. "You want to chain me up, Maya?"

The sound of my name in her mouth, low and teasing, sent a jolt straight to my cunt. "I want to see you," I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. "Completely."

She held out her wrists, her chin tilted up in a silent dare. My hands were shaking as I wrapped the soft leather around her skin, buckling them tight. The chain was short, maybe a foot of heavy links, forcing her hands close together. She was wearing a loose white shirt, and I could see the outline of her nipples, hard against the thin fabric.

"Now what?" she whispered.

"Now," I said, stepping closer, so close I could smell her perfume, something floral and warm. "I take what I want."

I grabbed the chain and pulled. She stumbled forward, her body crashing into mine, a soft gasp escaping her lips. I backed her up against the seamless paper backdrop, the white curving around her like a cocoon. My hands found the hem of her shirt, and I yanked it up, over her head, leaving her in a black lace bra that barely contained her tits.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I breathed.

She smiled, a slow, wicked thing. "Then look at me."

I looked. I looked at the flush spreading across her chest, the way her breath came in fast, shallow pants. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her tits were perfect, full and heavy, her nipples dark and tight. I leaned in and took one in my mouth, sucking hard.

Lena moaned, her chained hands coming up to tangle in my hair. "Yes," she hissed. "Just like that."

I laved her nipple with my tongue, then moved to the other, giving it the same attention. She was arching into me, her hips grinding against my thigh. I could feel the heat of her through her jeans, and it was driving me insane.

I pulled back, my lips swollen, my own jeans feeling impossibly tight. "I want to taste you."

"Do it," she said, her voice a command.

I dropped to my knees, my hands working at the button of her jeans. I pulled them down, along with her panties, revealing her shaved pussy, already glistening with her wetness. I looked up at her, a question in my eyes.

She nodded, biting her lip.

I dove in. I spread her lips with my thumbs, exposing her pink flesh, her clit swollen and begging for attention. I licked her, a long, slow stroke from her entrance to her clit, and she shuddered above me.

"Oh, god," she moaned. "Your tongue... don't stop."

I didn't. I ate her like she was the last meal I'd ever have, lapping at her juices, sucking on her clit, driving her higher and higher. Her chained hands were gripping my hair, pulling me closer, her hips bucking against my face. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that spot that made her see stars.

"I'm close," she gasped. "Maya, I'm so close..."

I didn't let up. I sucked harder, fucked her faster, watching her come undone. Her whole body tensed, a cry tearing from her throat as she came on my face, her juices flooding my mouth. I lapped it all up, greedy for it.

I stood up, my face slick with her. "Now," I said, my voice thick with desire. "My turn."

I stripped off my own clothes, my hands clumsy with need. I pushed her down onto the soft mat on the floor, the chain clinking as she landed. I straddled her, my wet cunt hovering over her face.

"Make me come," I whispered. "With your mouth."

She didn't need to be told twice. Her tongue found my clit immediately, lapping at me with a desperate hunger. I rode her face, grinding against her, using her like she was mine. The feeling was electric, her tongue circling my clit, her nose buried in my folds.

"Fuck, Lena," I moaned. "Just like that... don't stop..."

I could feel the orgasm building, a coil of white-hot heat in my belly. I looked down at her, her green eyes looking up at me, full of lust and submission. That was it. That was the image I wanted. I came with a scream, my body convulsing, my juices coating her chin.

I collapsed beside her, panting, my heart hammering in my chest. She turned to face me, a smile on her lips, the chain rattling softly.

"Best photo shoot ever," she said, laughing.

I laughed too, the sound light and free in the quiet studio. I reached over and grabbed the key from the table, but she shook her head.

"Keep them on," she said, her voice a low purr. "I'm not done with you yet."