VOWS OF SIN

Chapter eleven

THE RUNWAY BACKSTAGE DURING FITTING

PT 1

The fashion house was empty and hushed after the main show rehearsal.

Nova locked the heavy backstage door with a click. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her body, with patent leather boots and fishnet stockings that accentuated her willowy yet powerfully muscled legs. She had singled out Elliot, the new male model, for personal “breaking in.”

Elliot stood on the raised runway platform under the harsh spotlights. The bright lights made his pale gold skin glow. His platinum hair fell boyishly over his forehead.

He looked nervous but stayed in position, his coltish grace hiding a raw, desperate hunger and a deep terror of the commanding woman who controlled his career.

Nova stepped onto the platform. Her heels clicked loudly with every step as she circled him slowly like prey.

She started professionally. She stopped in front of him and adjusted his posture, her hands pressing firmly on his shoulders.

“Stand taller. Shoulders back.” Her fingers lingered a fraction too long on his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles.

She moved behind him and ran her hands down his sides, correcting the line of his hips. “Your walk needs more confidence. You hesitate too much.”

Her touch stayed on his hips longer than necessary. Elliot’s breathing changed. His chest rose and fell faster.

Nova noticed and smiled slightly.

She came around to face him again. Her hand rested on his chest, right over his heart. “Your pulse is jumping,” she said, her voice low and smooth.

“Every time I touch you. Does my hand on your body make you nervous, Elliot?”

He swallowed hard.

“Yes,” he admitted quietly.

“I’m intimidated by you. I’ve been obsessed with you since the first day. The way you control everything… it terrifies me and turns me on at the same time.”

Nova’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. She continued circling him. Her heels clicked on the hard platform.

“Strip, piece by piece. Start with the shirt.” she ordered.

Elliot hesitated for a second, then obeyed. He pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it on the platform.

The spotlights lit up his lean, sculpted torso. His pale gold skin looked smooth and tight over defined abs and chest muscles. His n*****s hardened in the cool air of the empty fashion house.

“Pants next,” Nova commanded, still circling.

He unbuttoned his pants with shaky hands and pushed them down. He stepped out of them, leaving only his underwear.

His c**k was already half-hard, pressing against the fabric. Nova kept walking around him, her eyes taking in every inch of his body.

“Everything off,” she said. “I want you completely naked under these lights.”

Elliot pulled his underwear down and kicked it aside. He stood completely naked on the runway platform. His c**k hardened fully under her gaze, thick and pointing upward. The head was flushed dark and already leaking a small bead of pre-c*m. He felt exposed and vulnerable, the bright spotlights leaving nowhere to hide.

Nova continued circling him slowly. She did not touch him yet.

Instead, she pulled out a tube of blood-red lipstick from her dress pocket and applied it to her lips. Then she stepped closer and pressed a kiss to his collarbone. The vivid red print stood out sharply on his pale gold skin. She kissed his hip next, leaving another red mark. She dropped lower and kissed the inside of his thigh, so close to his balls that he shivered.

Her long fingernails traced light scratches down his chest and abs. Red lines rose on his skin without breaking it. Elliot’s c**k twitched hard at the sensation. His breathing was ragged now. Fear and aching need mixed on his face.

“On your knees,” Nova ordered.

Elliot dropped to his knees on the hard platform. Nova stood over him, her fishnet-clad legs framing his face. The heels of her patent leather boots gleamed under the spotlights. She slowly lifted the hem of her sleek black dress, revealing she wore no panties underneath.

Her slick p***y was inches from his mouth. Her lips were smooth and swollen, glistening with her wetness. The scent of her arousal filled Elliot’s nose. Nova held her phone in one hand, camera pointed down at his face. Her other hand rested on the back of his head, fingers threading through his platinum hair.

“Look at me,” she said.

Elliot looked up.

His eyes were wide with a mix of fear and hunger. His c**k throbbed visibly in the air, completely hard and leaking pre-c*m that dripped slowly onto the platform. Nova’s p***y hovered right in front of his lips. He could see how wet she was. A thin string of her juices stretched between her thighs.

“You’re going to worship my p***y exactly how I tell you to,” Nova said, her voice calm and commanding. “And I’m going to film every second of it. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Elliot whispered, his breath brushing against her slick folds.

Nova’s fingers tightened in his hair. She pulled his face a little closer until his lips were almost touching her. The heat from her p***y radiated against his mouth. Her fishnet stockings rubbed against his cheeks. The harsh spotlights shone down on both of them, lighting every detail from the red lipstick marks on his body, the scratches on his chest, his hard trembling c**k, and her wet p***y ready to be licked.

She moved her hips forward slightly, brushing her slick lips against his mouth.

Elliot moaned softly at the first contact. The taste of her coated his lips. Nova looked down at him through the phone screen, her eyes full of control and desire.

The tension was at its breaking point.

Elliot knelt naked on the runway, mouth inches from her dripping p***y, while Nova held all the power with her phone recording and her commands.