FAZER LOGINThe intense photography session lasted four hours, and I held every single pose he put me in with absolute stillness.Ezra moved around me with his camera, capturing countless angles I couldn.t see, murmuring praise whenever I achieved exactly what he truly deeply genuinely wanted from me.Each time he repositioned me, his hands were firm and decisive, moving my limbs exactly like I really was a doll without a will of my own."Chin up slightly. Eyes forward.Don't blink." I obeyed without question.There was something hypnotic about the process, about surrendering so completely to someone else's direction.My constantly restless mind went quiet in a way it rarely did in my everyday life.I wasn't thinking about bills or modeling auditions or anything at all. I was just being exactly what he made me.By the end, I was exhausted in a way that felt cleansing rather than draining.Ezra set down his camera and studied me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "You were extraordinary," h
The advertisement in the arts magazine caught my attention because it was so utterly strange and unlike anything else I had ever seen."Seeking models for living doll artistry project. Must be comfortable with elaborate makeup, wigs, and costume work.Full day sessions paid generously.Contact Ezra at the following number." I had been modeling for three years, mostly catalog work and the occasional runway show.But work had been slow lately, and my rent was due in two weeks.Living doll artistry sounded weird, but the pay quoted was more than I usually made in a month. So I called the number.Ezra's voice on the phone was deep and carefully measured.He explained that he was a photographer and artist who specialized in transforming models into hyper-realistic dolls through makeup, styling, and careful posing.His impressive work had been exhibited in galleries around the world and collected by museums of contemporary art."I.m currently looking for someone with very specific features,
Margot moved up the bed toward me slow, giving me every second to change my mind, and I didn't take a single one of them."Tell me if anything is too much," she said, settling alongside me, her hand coming to rest warm on my stomach, right on the soft part I'd spent years apologizing for.She looked at it like it was lovely."We go at whatever pace you want. There is no clock here. There's just you, and how good I'm going to make you feel."She kissed me then, finally, and it was nothing like I'd braced for.Soft, unhurried, her mouth learning mine while her hand stroked lazy circles on my belly.I made a small sound against her lips and she swallowed it like something precious, and the kiss went deeper, and I felt three years of armor start to come loose at the seams."There she is," Margot murmured against my mouth."Let me see you. Let me have all of it."She kissed her way down, taking her time, treating every inch of me like it deserved her full attention.The hollow of my throat
She had me change behind a folding screen into the things I'd brought, the lingerie I'd bought online at midnight and almost returned twice.My hands shook on the clasps.When I stepped out from behind the screen in deep blue lace, every old instinct screamed at me to cover up, to cross my arms over my stomach, to apologize for the parts of me that didn't match a magazine.Margot looked up from where she was adjusting a lamp, and whatever was on her face stopped all of that cold."Oh," she said, soft and low, like the breath had been knocked out of her."Tessa. Look at you."Heat rushed up my neck."You don't have to""I'm not saying anything I don't mean. I never do."She set the lamp down and came toward me slowly, her eyes moving over me with open, unhurried appreciation, and it was so different from my ex's flick-and-away glance that my eyes prickled."May I move you where I want you? I'll tell you everything before I touch you. You can stop me anytime, for any reason or no reason
I almost didn't get out of the car when I pulled up outside the studio.I sat in the lot for a full ten minutes with the engine off, staring at the frosted glass door with the gold lettering, talking myself into and out of it about six times.A boudoir shoot.The thing I'd bought myself as a gift after the divorce finalized, a way of saying my body was still mine and still worth looking at, and now that the day had come I wanted to drive home and pretend I'd never booked it.Forty-one years old and hiding in a parking lot like a teenager.The text came through right as my hand found the keys again. *Door's open whenever you're ready.No rush.Coffee's on. — Margot.*That was the thing that got me out of the car.The *no rush*.I went in.The studio inside was warm and low-lit, nothing like the cold clinical place I'd braced for.Exposed brick, soft lamps, a wall of windows with sheer curtains drawn across them filtering the afternoon into something golden.A wide bed dressed in cream
The luxurious private cabin at the back of the first-class section was something I never knew existed.It was surprisingly small but incredibly luxurious, with a proper comfortable bed, soft romantic lighting, and complete soundproofing according to a grinning Landon, who seemed extremely pleased and deeply amused with my completely shocked expression."This is insane," I said for what felt like the hundredth time that night."How is this even remotely legal?" "When you personally own the entire plane and the airline that operates it, a whole lot of things suddenly become perfectly legal." He closed and locked the door behind us."Now then, where were we?" He advanced on me slowly with predatory intent, and I found myself backing up until my knees hit the soft edge of the bed and I tumbled backward onto the soft mattress.He followed me down immediately, covering my body completely with his, kissing me with the same burning intensity as before."I was absolutely nowhere near done with
Five months ago Jace Holden caught me with my hand in my underwear in a wine cellar at our parents’ engagement party. He watched me finish. Talked me through it. Called me stepsister while I came. I went back to college and touched myself to the memory of his voice every night for five months. No
The words fall out of my mouth before I decide to say them, and what I just said is the most brutal truth of our entire relationship. He doesn’t respond for a long time. The ceiling fan clicks above us in a rhythm that sounds too steady for what just happened in this room. “Does that make me a w
They arrange me with the efficiency of men who have done this before, The coordination of it, the way they move around my body without speaking, tells me everything I need to know about how many women have been in this position before me. Ray lies down on the floor and pulls me on top of him, gu
Dante steps forward already unbuckling his belt, And Vincent grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me upright on my knees so I’m facing Marcus because Vincent wants my husband to watch every expression that crosses my face. “On your hands and knees,” Dante says, pressing one rough palm between my







