Pose For Me

Get help please. "That's it, hold that position" a velvety Russian voice speaks, blowing away a thick hair strand that fell over his eye. This is an obsession Raf, you're breaking our relationship. "Good, good now get a little lower if you can manage". The beautiful, oiled model does as she is told, Hazel eyes locked Seductively at the camera as she lowers her body until all her weight is supported by her right bent leg. I love you Rafael, truly ... but I can't stay knowing I'm being cheated On; constantly. Though his mind races with thoughts on the past, the loose hair strands of his thick curls Kept getting in the way stinging his eyes as he tries to squint them into the camera, lighting up the irritation, frustratingly running a hand through his face as an attempt to wipe the memory Rafael grabs a palm full of his curls back until they fall majestically on to his back. "Alright that's enough let's come take a look". His deep Russian coated accent rumbled the young model's calm demeanor she tried to maintain; head up and stance strong like her mother taught her, his slight irritation can be heard loud and clear and within seconds She's on her feet. The young woman in the lingerie set stands and her voluptuous body shines with all the oil that was applied on her before the set She turns to the mirror to admire herself. Fluffing her kinky jerry curls afro, she smiles as she examines her face; almond eyes, long lashes and thick pink lips, hand traced her small waist until her thumbs hooked onto the string of her thong that day comfortably in her wide hips, she turns and playfully starts wiggling her ass, fixing her thong, admiring her figure from behind. All actions which Rafael has been watching from the computer; he leans back on his desk, legs spread wide, hand cupped around his mouth as he watches the girl in a lustful gaze, a dark hungry enchantment he bestowed upon himself like a snake rattling his tail at a tiny mouse. He's transfixed He drinks up the young woman that's in front of the Mirror, from the minute she walked in his d**k has been painfully erect. Everything around him slowed as he drank up the dark skin goddess, licking his lips as his eyes trace from her big firm legs, wide hips, big ass, small waist, ample breast and a face that was created by Aphrodite herself, the woman stands in her own little world completely unaware of the hungry man that's watching her. 'How bad I want to face f**k you', Is only one of the many desires that runs through his head. though the thoughts run frenetically in his mind silently he manages to keep his primal instincts under control, therapeutically running his fingers through his silky brown chestnut hair that tickles the ends of his ears, he runs his hand down his face once more as he exhaled loudly "Mrs. Ashton whenever you're ready" cautiously he stands from his seating position as he turns to inconspicuously adjust the bulge in his trousers, bracing his self for the half naked woman approaching, nausea overtook him already by the scent of her coconut aroma as she got closer. Stealing another glance at the woman he felt his mouth Water; head high body glistening from the residue of the oil he personally applied before the shoot, ample breast bouncing at each strides contrasting well with the lower half of rippling thighs as the woman makes her way over. has she modeled in the past? Lost in his admiration he hadn't noticed the woman was standing directly in front of him, clearing his throat he takes a step back to give him some room and begins to work on his computer showing designs, and the perfect angles asking her opinion, the woman All too focused on her pictures bent over right beside him, her ass fully sticking out brushing his pant leg. How much longer can he keep himself under control? He had lost all of his control since the beginning of his career, multiple different woman hearing he is the best of the best come to him but always end up naked and f****d harder than they ever had in their lives. Most Married, some single, partial aware, but all beautiful, all women are just beautiful to him they are amazing creatures, pale skin, dark skin, voluptuous, petite, straight hair or Afros he wanted to taste. He wanted to taste all the women he sees, it was never a problem with his looks; 6'4, deep blue eyes that stuck out from his brown curly hair that fall to his shoulders, olive skin, fit strong lean body and his Russian accent was never a problem to score these women. "I think I like this one better" the woman stands but hits a hard chest as she comes face to face with Rafael who is now completely towering over her, their eyes locked as the atmosphere grows hot and thick. "umm Rafael" the woman says but cant maintain eye contact as she tries to look away from his dark hungry eyes. His conscious screams at him it reminds him its just an infatuation with this woman and her beautiful body, he doesn't truly care and for Christ sakes she's married, but his body cant help it, the throbbing hard on in his pants seemed to overtake his control and in a flash the woman's back is pressed against the wall. When will I change? who can help me? Rafael has fully come to accept what he feared but he cant hide in the dark forever, He's a s*x addict. He watched the woman dress as he buttons up his black dress shirt. The woman winces at the soreness between her legs as she tries to pull up her jeans, he grows hard once more seeing her struggle getting the fabric past her ass, she shakes, squats, and bends, Rafael turns away from the mesmerizing scene and faces the mini wall where he pounced on her. once fully dressed. "I um ill submit this to the walls on the page and you log on and make the changes you desire" Russian accent thick, his face and voice stern as if he wasn't just groaning in the woman's ear during their orgasm, "t-thank you" she says. Both seem to be having trouble maintaining eye contact after what they just did all over the studio apartment, "let me walk you to the door" palm facing upward he gestures towards the door with his hand but the woman was quick to stop him "That's ok, my husband is waiting for me downstairs, Thank you again Rafael." He watched her backside as she makes her way to the door, ass swaying in her jeans. The door closes and Rafael is again Alone, just him and his thoughts that race with loneliness, he unbuttoned three buttons and plopped down on the couch running his hands down his face in anger and frustration. How could he. He took advantage of another woman, A married woman at that, her husband is a respected lawyer and very kind to him. He hates himself but cant control his urges. Where does he start? he looks around his beautifully decorated studio apartment; white L shaped couch that matched the white wolf skin rug, large mounted Samsung tv, his silver chandelier that stood out and that scent of wood. A small smirk creeped across his face seeing all his wealthy assets he owned,the satisfying feeling helped his body relax,letting his body melt into the couch as he released a a chuckle, his smile falters as he looks at the wall where he had taken his client, he eyed the end table where he spread her legs and ate her out, he sends daggers at the couch where he bent the woman as he pounded her brutally from behind. A sudden anger bubbles within him and he suddenly Clenched his fists with gritted teeth, he angrily stands and heads over to the counter pulling out his sky vodka, I'm mad at my self not anyone else I'm nothing but scum. He repeats this in his mind over and over, He has no one to blame but himself, he pours drink after drink until the bottle finishes, staring blankly at the Shards on the floor, no emotions, he leans back against the counter squeezing his eyes shut, index and thumb pressed the bridge of his nose. His phone pinged gaining his attention, he managed to shrug out of his blank state and headed over. He sighed seeing his brothers name, after they had a backing out he never really wanted to see his brothers face again. Vladimir: I'm here, let's talk. Rafael paces the floor, wondering what could they possibly want to talk about, Since the moment he had showered and changed, cleaned up the place and rid of the scent of s*x that was lingering the apartment. Vladimir had made it clear he was just coming to just talk and nothing more, it's been months since the last time they saw each other and neither knew what to say. At least give someone a week in advance The knocking on the door halts his movements and his heart thunders angrily, fists ready to fly just in case he said the wrong thing but wanted to wait and hear what he had to say. He opened the door and there stood his brother. One might say they are twins; stature, physic and looks, both with the deep ocean eyes and beautifully tanned skin but Vladimir sports Blonde hair with dark roots styled in a man bun. He stood leaning his back against the door, tatted hands in his black Lapel Neck jacket, without moving his head his eyes slowly turn to meet Rafael's '. No words spoken but the eye contact spoke a thousand words. "Hey" he says deep chocolate voice breaks the silence. Rafael fights the urge not to punch him, a simple head nod was suffice. They sit across from each other in an almost similar position; both legs spread, back met the couch, but only Vladimir seems more comfortable as both his forearms brace the back of the couch, jacket was ditched and his white tee shirt attach beautifully to his Big firm biceps, his lean body and hard abs are on full display with a cocky half smirk on his face. Neither has said a word Rafael noticed his eyes looking around at the decorations, studying his apartment as if finding some faults, this just pissed off Raf more. The room thunders as deep baritone voices echo on the 4 cornered walls. "I never changed anything it's exactly the way it was before". He speaks annoyingly "Rafael it's been 6 months, you should have changed something to feel more homie" he smiles and Rafael teeth clenches. "I don't want to, I will keep them as long as I need, and it none of your business". Vladimir's smile widened "Rafael I-" "Why are you here? " The room goes quiet his face softens and he leans forward Elbows now sit above his knees as he keeps eye contact "You are my brother despite what happened between us, I still wished you could come back though, it's hard running it alone, he proceeds to say in his native tongue, deep voice adding more assertion. " Rafael prepares himself eyes locked on Vlad's as he adjusts himself on his seat, "Not that you really cared, I'd rather refrain. What the f**k is the old man going to do? beat us again, he'll have a tough time." Vladimir's eyes go blank as his eyelids slowly widen and a smile slowly forms, his face read a "really" expression. Rafael studies his facial expression and the movement of his fingers caught his attention, Vladimir's fingers held a pointy finger to Rafael's right when he followed it his heart lunged. How did he miss that? The client's black thong and a used condom. s**t, he's a grown man yet the last thing he wanted was his brother in his business. Defeatedly Rafael turned back to Vladimir who's fighting back laughter, "Brother, it's alright you're a grown man you have the right to do in your own space." Vladimir says "Thats why you are here, questioning my life and s**t?" Rafael says in a mockery tone Valdimir knew to back down not pushing anymore of his buttons. Rafeal was a wild beast, once he gets a taste of blood, he doesn't stop. And that's exactly what Vladimir Craves to see; selfishly. I figured you should know; since you've backed down, they sensed one of the princes has stepped down. Attention was on full mode; Rafael stands abruptly, hands on his hips as he for the seventh time today therapeutically runs is hands through his brown Locs hoping it could be enough to tame the beast within "What are we going to do?". Triumphantly Vladimir stands determined but with a plan in mind and with his last sentence Rafael's new life begins. "You can't meet dad again like this, your going to have to see one of those Psychologists".