Chapter 4
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Brandon's POV
I saw her walk out of the hall right after Haisley's announcement, and I had no idea why I felt the pressing urge to follow her.
I'd wanted to talk to her because I'd been looking for her. No, that wasn't the right word—I couldn't get over her.
Every other woman submitted to me just because they wanted to c*m. But her? She submitted because she loved every single thing I did to her.
I'd allowed her to take over a few times that night, and she drove me crazy. I nutted in mere seconds from her sucking me off–the first of its kind, as I never really came from those.
But I didn't know her name, neither did I have her number, so seeing her at this school surprised me.
And seeing her crying right now surprised me even more.
I took a rough guess: she either had to be crying because of a guy or finance.
The latter seemed to be correct as she wiped her face, staring at me like I was her only source of hope.
"Really? You're willing to help me?" she asked, her eyes searching mine.
"Yes, sexy," I replied, watching her heave a sigh of relief.
"But."
She raised her brows. "But?"
"It comes with a price."
"Tell me, I'll do anything! As long as you help me with my fees!" she immediately replied, and I held back a chuckle.
If only she knew what my demands were.
I moved closer to her. "Be my nude model for a month."
Her face turned pale, her eyes widening with shock. "Wha–what are you asking me to do? Aren't you… aren't you engaged to Ms. Haisley?"
Goddammit.
I knew that announcement was going to cause problems.
Yes, I was engaged to Haisley.
Haisley was first my s*x partner, and over the numerous times we'd had s*x, Haisley started wanting more. I couldn't refuse–especially not after the deal between us.
I didn't think this hot girl staring at me needed to hear all of that, so I simply told her, "It's complicated."
Her eyes narrowed, her lips squeezing together. "Do you see me as a slut because of what happened at that club? Well, if you do, then I–"
"No, I don't see you as a slut." I cut her off before she could finish.
Yes, I was attracted to this young lady who was probably half my age. I was forty-eight.
But I didn't see her as an object to satisfy my needs. I wouldn't make her do anything against her will.
"Then why are you offering me such a condition?"
"Well, I'm looking to improve my photography skills. And I've been unable to find a model who'd be interested in working for me. So if you help me out, I'll compensate you," I explained.
Aside from being a professor, I was a photographer, a good chef, and an occasional dancer. I'd gone on several world tours, treating myself to the world's luxury because my only goal was to live like I knew I was going to die.
So if by chance I don't get to be part of the world in a few years, I'd have no regrets.
"I'll accept it. But promise me one thing," a soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Yes?"
"Promise you won't have s*x with me," she demanded.
I wasn't sure why her demand stung. It was the last thing I expected her to ask for. But I wasn't surprised.
She didn't believe me when I said I didn't see her as a w***e, and that was okay. I'd prove it to her.
"I agree."
"When do we start?"
"Right now. Come with me," I instructed, turning on my heels as I led her to the passageway where the restroom was.
I'd been craving to see her cunt again. And now that our agreement included no s*x, I guessed taking pictures of her cunt would be enough for me to survive.
I'd masturbate to those pictures until my attraction toward her faded–which seemed impossible because why was I getting turned on by the sway of her hips?
Christ, help me.
When we arrived at the bathroom, she slammed the door shut.
"People are in school. Don't you think someone can find us?"
"I'll be quick," I assured her, pulling out my camera from the bag.
After that, I went down on one knee, positioning the camera in front of my face.
"Lift your skirt."
She gasped, pressing her palm over her flat skirt, but her thighs were already visible, even with the high socks.
"What do you want to take a picture of?"
"Your cunt."
"No. I don't want you to do that…"
"I thought you agreed to this…" My brows twitched as I realized I didn't even know her name.
"Scarlett."
"Scarlett," I repeated, tasting the sweetness of her name on my lips.
"You agreed to this, Scarlett. Let's not waste time," I stated, and her cheeks flushed red as she pulled her skirt higher, revealing her curvy thighs with black panties at the center.
Fuck.
I felt my c**k swell at the sight of her.
But I ignored it.
"Pull your panties down and turn around," I instructed.
She bit her lips nervously, doing as I ordered. Her round, toned ass came into view, and that only made my c**k strain even more in my pants.
Damn.
Would I really be able to stay away from this ass?
"Place your hands on the wall and push your ass forward. I want to get a shot of your cunt from behind," I explained, and she nodded, doing as I said.
Her pink, pretty cunt came into view, and the wetness I was seeing literally had me drooling. My c**k jerked persistently in my pants, and it took every form of restraint within me to resist.
What on earth was I thinking asking her to be my nude model? Her body was literally setting me on fire, and I hadn't even touched her yet.
After taking shots of her p***y, I asked her to spread her legs, and I took more shots. I was taking the last shot when I noticed her core was clenching.
I couldn't stop the words from coming out of me.
"Did you get turned on by being naked in front of me?"
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