Pose For Me

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⚠️Steamy⚠️

I will meet you behind

Your eyes, As your fingers dance

Between your thighs.

-Onur Taskiran

My breathing couldn't keep up with my heart rate, in fact at some point I was losing the battle to catch my breath, the scent of his colon didn't make it any better. It was like seeing a masterpiece come to life, so annoyingly beautiful he was. Tall, wavy curly chestnut hair grew longer by the way they fall down almost covering his face with a bit of a stubble on his chin. I could be here all day pinpointing all the amazing qualities about him.

He's here right in front of me, both hands in his pockets a dark blue Armani suit all buttoned up outlining those lady b***r muscles of his. How bad I want to reach out and touch him as if claiming my property. The intensity of those blue eyes hit me like a ton of bricks, He's not doing anything yet, however I feel intimidated. The awful nightmare I had hours prior displays in front of me like flashes of a camera making me consistently blink out of it , one minute he's in a suit the next he's naked covered in blood, little by little I see glimpses of his manhood through the illusion and I swallow thickly.

He raises a brow at me in question , that's right, he would like to start his session yet I've kept him standing at the door longer than appropriate. Still in my shocked faze I nod picking up my bottom lip "please excuse me Mr Popov, do come in" he lightly ducks down as he enters through the door, large man feet take only 2 steps before he appeared right above me, body blocking all corners of the safety exist, I couldn't have shrunken anymore with his presence, his cologne is overbearing as he looks down at me. Those plump lips of his are all I can manage to look at due to the intensity of those deep blue ocean orbs. Not a single blemish to be seen, not even a zit or red mark, I'm almost annoyed at the natural handsome man, it makes resisting him tough. I haven't noticed how transfixed I was until the way My eyes kept gliding up and down at his eyes to his lips. A panty dropping smirk appeared on his face and I felt it,

Something strange tickles my legs almost like it's gliding down slowly, I had to squeeze my thighs together before whatever it was became noticeable.

I picked a good day to not wear any underwear

A facepalm to myself.

Forgetting to unclench my thighs I stupidly took a step back almost falling to the floor, luckily I caught myself and played it off by dusting and adjusting my pencil skirt, come to think of it this whole outfit and choice of undergarments was the prime example of me being dumb, I motioned for him to have a seat while I make my way towards mine. Picking up my pencil and notepad, adjusting my pencil skirt to prepare for the session, I hear his foot steps behind me, slow and heavy yet concentrated. I suddenly heard soft shuffling and felt his eyes piercing my nape, furrowing my brows in curiosity I slowly turned around nearly tumbling back when I looked at the view, Rafael's eyes drink up my body with a stern yet hungry look on his face while he slowly unbuttoned his blazer. I couldn't help but look at the way his hands moved so gracefully pinching and rolling each button, some odd reason I felt my n*****s tingle. When he finally finished the front he removed his blazer leaving his white dress shirt underneath I couldn't help my eyes tracing the hard pecs and abs that bulge underneath, he read my eyes giving me another smirk and unbuttoned three more of his white dress shirt, with the look in his eyes and how they grew dark it became too intense for me to handle, suddenly he took slow steps forward while I took slow steps backwards, my space ran out and I fell flat on my butt on my chair with a squeal, a dark chuckle from him made my heart leap and I watch his every move as he made his way to the couch.

My eyes can't stop, everything was fascinating about him including his dark aura, even attractive the way he sits down.

He sits down with a plop sinking into the couch, strong forearms and biceps brace behind the couch, strong legs parted revealing a very dangerous bulge in the middle of his pants. The tilting of his head slightly to the right brings me back out of my staring, "firstly I'd like to apologize for the episode on Saturday" he says with a rich Russian accent.

Is it me or are Russian accents so ...Intimidating

I remember what he is talking about, I could never forget it, the sound of gunshots has been plaguing my dreams affecting my daily activities with the paranoia. What's even worse it was shot by a beautiful man, A beautiful man that seems to be very close with Rafael. Another sign to keep reminding myself

'You cannot trust a pretty face,' " it's alright thank you I have moved on" it was partial to the truth and that's what I'm sticking to.

"Aren't you going to speak to your Wood?"

Wood?

"Beg pardon?" I watch his face motion to the right side of me, following his movements I look, and I see it's the cross, my daily prayer before a session. I completely forgot. "Th-thank you" I make my silent prayer and make the cross on my chest kissing my fingers and blew it up to the sky, for whatever conversation we decide make into today will not bring me into temptation. I open my eyes and Rafael is looking directly at me, his curly brown hair hangs in front brushing his lips, I swallow thickly clearing my throat.

"I thought I made you uncomfortable, due to our last ... session " he says to me, the Russian accent makes it sound like a r sound at the end.

"I'm a professional Mr. Popov, I assure you it was taken with a grain of salt" the way he relaxed leaning his head back on the couch showing his Adam's apple made me scream inside, he is just so manly, so beautiful, so... so dangerous.

"Shall we pick up where we left off than?" A smirk started forming.

"Actually, let's start with your family history and siblings, I like to create my own family tree if you don't mind" this is my office, I'm the doctor and I'll guide this session how I see fit to get the information I need.

"Very well, ma'am let me know when you want me to stop." My body stills, I don't miss the lick of his lips, even though his curly hair blocks partial of his eyes it's still clear as day that he is watching me through hooded vision.

"L-let's start with your background, you were born in Russia I presume?" I mean minus the vibe and accent I could have asked a less dumb question.

"Москва, Россия" his native tongue does-things to me, I can't help but cross my legs; partly to see if his eyes will wander downwards, and partly hoping it would distract from me biting my inner cheek- fighting to restrain the unfamiliar desires spewing in my region.

"I-I'm sorry I don't understand"

"Moscow, Russia Zaika"

"Alright, thank you Um tell me about your parents and siblings"

"Mother and father loved each other in the streets yet hated each other behind closed doors" each word with an r sound was so thick and heavily coated.

"Why did it seem that way?" He looks at me deeply before blinking away.

"Classified, let's just say My father wasn't a man to cross." he says it like it's recited and familiarized.

"I see, how about your mother?"

"A punching bag." so he was raised in an abusive household I see.

"No other relatives? I should jot down?"

"They are well ... not close, it's just me and my brother."

"I understand, anything I particular I should make note of your brother?"

"You wouldn't want to, not unless you want him coming after you"

The pencil lead in my hands almost broke from the pressure I applied on the notepad when I stopped, what did he say? Come after me? "I don't understand"

"Good, Zaika" he says it dismissively

"Uh alright Um what do you do Mr. Popov?" He gives me that debating looks again only this time I see a dark expression with what look like blood lust, before he leans his head back all the way to the end of the couch making his Adams apple stick out, it throbs when he spoke, and I suddenly wanted to leave Hickie's on his neck.

"Photography"

Amber suddenly comes to my mind as I remember her words when we all FaceTimed that day after church. "He's a super beautiful Russian man he's been doing this for a long time, every client has ever booked him say it's unforgettable." Could he be?

"Are you thee-"

"Yes, Zaika it's a pleasure to meet you"

I don't know whether to fan girl by myself or to FaceTime Amber so we can fangirl together, I had a billionaire in my office, it's no wonder everything around me felt out of taste with his presence. Though I figured he was already wealthy, but Billionaire? That's just a whole 'nother level of money.

Yet I have this itchy feeling it wasn't just photography, not the presence he gives off is way more than just flashing lights. "Has this career choice been rewarding?"

I watch him chuckle instantly finding myself turning to smush at the sight of his jawline and Adams Apple before a deep sound escaped his throat "Very".

There is it was again, that dark aura.

He lowers his head, he is now looking directly at me, his curly hair moves out of his face and I once again meet those eyes "Enough about my life Zaika, let's get into the reason why I need help."

Here we go.

"Yes Mr. Popov, it was about your s-s*x addiction" the word was difficult to form.

"Where did you think this problem occurred"

"When I went to Paris"

"How old we're you?"

"17"

"Please go on"

"I went there accompanying my father to see how he runs his ... business"

"How did it happen at such an age"

"My brother and I snuck out one night to a photo shoot near by , While he walked away I accidentally walked into a room full of naked models"

Oh my-

I notice his eyes start darkening as he looked at my naked legs and half naked thigh "H-how did you react?"

"I couldn't look away, they were so vulnerable, exposed and waiting."

"Were you noticed?"

"They thought I was their photographer"

Ahh, now I see

"Eventually I had to turn away but one of them followed me to my room."

I gulped at the intensity of his deep voice feeling my body rumble. "When it came to sleep, she walked in and undressed me" one of his arms moved from the back to his thigh slowly rubbing the top "I still remember how euphoric I felt losing my virginity, the feeling and the bliss ... her moans and screams how she was screaming my name when I made her squirt."

My clothes suddenly felt tight on my skin, and I thought I felt my back sweating "Would you say that's where it all began?"

"No" from the way his eyes darkened Made me gulp and squeeze my thighs together.

"It Began when I lost my self-control: Italy, Germany, Spain, Switzerland, and many more. I just couldn't help it they were all so different so new and Exotic I just wanted to taste" he breathed, the blazer I had on felt like it was choking me.

"What Um what do you mean by Um lost your self c-control" My occupation requires for me to dive deeper into the detail, but as for the next 30 minutes I wished I had just called it a day.

"Let's take you for example Zaika"

What'd I tell you?

He removed the other hand from the back of the couch slowly leaning forward, his half naked chest sticks to the shirt as he runs a hand through his hair blowing out air through his mouth, his elbows connect to the top of his strong knees letting his veined hands dangle in front of his crotch. I hadn't even noticed I involuntarily leaned back connecting my back with my chair, it even escaped my thoughts that I haven't even been writing. "It's kind of like a Hunger Zaika, a very strong urge to want to rip every clothing to shreds off of you and take you on that counter"

A small moan escapes my lips "Mr. Popov" I whisper

"Let me finish" he whispered back

"That outfit you have on is an activation to me, igniting my animalistic hunger, ever since the first day I saw you it was a fire in me."

My fingers grab under the chair I was on trying to press my bottom closer, since squeezing my thighs together wasn't enough to keep the unfamiliar liquid between my legs from pouring out, I want to give in and just this time I will "tell me more"

"When I see a woman, I first notice their legs, nothing is sexier to me than a women's legs. It shows me how strong you are and how long they can withstand holding the woman up as I take them unforgivingly, it shows me strength, a strength I want to break down. I hope they last longer, letting me enjoy the sensation for even a second more. It's like ... devouring a fresh plate of food- but to me? to me legs are the advertisement, what draws me in. And you, Zaika, have fabulous legs."

His hypnotizing eyes, make my body loosen, every word was a lightning strike in my body making a hunger grow within my cunt, "Mr. Po-"

"Yes Zaika, say my name like that again" he breathed "You want me right now, don't you?"

After years of reading and studying the Bible, I should have been more familiar with the story of Adam and Eve, as of right now I can't put the blame on no one for at this moment He's the snake that can convince any women for his bidding, and I most certainly cannot stop it ... better yet do I even want to?

"I-I, Mr. Popov this isn't appropriate we're supposed to help you get better"

"You are helping me Zaika; these are words that have been stuck in my throat since day one. I'm not going to touch you yet, for now I want to make you remember me when you want to feel good or when you need to come"

He says nothing else as he stares at me, right in the middle of my legs, I watched him lick his lips I never noticed my legs slowly started to fall open until his phone rings, I'm pulled out of his trance quickly shutting my legs and clearing my throat. His eyes are still on me as he reached for his device.

"говорить" he says in his native tongue, I don't know what he said yet I could feel the power he had over the person on the other end,

" Я иду держать его в живых" he barked.

He stands abruptly, making me squeal, a very dangerous print became painfully visible, and I shrunk

"I'm leaving for now Zaika, go home tonight and think about me make; sure to scream my name." He smirked a final time grabs his blazer and leaves out the door in a mid-rush.

My body pooled to the floor releasing all the liquid I withheld all this time, that escalated so quickly, far too quickly but I want more.

Rafael Popov is an interesting person that I will get to the bottom of soon, in the meantime I think I want to finish the day with what I started, I made up my mind and called Amber telling her to order me an outfit.