A Castle of Opportunity - FREE

Chapter 4 - Photos

I’ve spent three days working on the website. He moved the computer into my room until we can decide where an office should be. I told my parents I was moving out yesterday & the gardener, Mr. Raymond, transported my things. My father seemed a bit sad, but my mother told me it was probably time since I was going to turn 21 soon. It honestly didn’t bother me because I had been so deep into the work I was doing. Everyday I would eat breakfast with Theo, and then go back to work. He would bring me water and tea throughout the day, and then we would eat dinner together. Sometimes I would have some wine and talk way too much, but he seemed to enjoy getting to know me. It made me feel really good to talk to someone. I felt pretty close to him already. Tonight, I’m going to finish the website & we’re going to have a “very special” bottle of liquor he had been saving. I think it’s just really old. But first, we have to take the pictures. I can’t say I’m not excited, because he’s really hot and I get to take the photos, but I’m also worried I’ll get flustered and he’ll know I think he’s hot. But off I go.

I walked downstairs to the library where Theo usually is and he wasn’t there. I walked through the bottom level before going up to the third floor to his bedroom. I haven’t had to go up here since he moved the computer. I knocked on the door and it took a minute for him to answer, but when he did, he was only in a towel.

“Sorry, miss, can you hold on a second?” He put his arm above his head and rested it on the door frame, the other hand holding his towel on. “You can wait on the bed, I’ll be in the bathroom.” He looked down at me once again before walking to the attached bathroom and leaving the door open for me to enter. I’d forgotten how to move, so I’m glad he had already shut the bathroom door behind him. Who has a body like that in real life? Jesus, I mean, I suspected, but the imagination had nothing on that. I walked over to the bed and sat down. The bathroom door opened again. He was brushing his hair and was in a pair of pants now, but still no shirt. He smiled at me.

“Sorry about that. Do you need something?”

“I, uh, need the pictures for the website.”

“Oh yes. I was wondering when we would get to those. Should I let my hair dry? Or is it better like this?” He shook it a little and some fell in his face.

“Um,” I needed to look away. “It’s good either way.”

He walked over to the other side of the room to get the camera, and I tried to take a mental picture of his back muscles. He handed me the camera.

“I was thinking the bed would probably be the best, right? For fetish photos.” He said, sitting next to me on the bed. I just nodded and booted up the camera.

He climbed over and slunk back against his pillows, stretching out one of his legs. I went to the end of the bed to get ready to take the pictures.

“Hair in my face or slicked back?”

“..in your face” I felt my face get hot, along with the inside of my underwear. He shook out his hair again and said, “I am ready when you are.”

I started taking pictures of him, my stomach filled with butterflies. He had to have been practicing, because he had multiple positions or looks or whatever you want to call them just ready to go. He leaned back on the pillows with his arms outstretched, he put his arms behind his head, he laid completely down making me stand over him, and the last pose he sat up and leaned way forward towards me. He looked deep into the camera lense, deep into the eye I was using, and I was feeling weak. I was so ridiculously turned on, he had to know what he was doing to me. I was right about me getting flustered, but I got quite a few amazing pictures. I wanted to tell him he should have put fake blood on himself to sell the idea, but I couldn’t talk. I wanted to drop the camera and drop my clothes and see what he would do. Would he scoop me up and lay me back on the pillows instead? How the f**k did I get this as a job?

I knew what I was doing to her. She had not let me see her get any more bothered than a quick blushing of her cheeks. I am quite sure she audibly gasped once. Her hands were shaking a bit and I honestly ate it up. I want her to want me. Because I want her. I want her in this bed with me not just for s*x, but I want to feel her. I want to feel the shakiness in her hands when they touch my chest. I want to feel how it feels to have her that close to me. I do not want to just taste her lips, I want to taste her skin. I want to see the reactions in her eyes when I inevitably take her into my arms. And then the even bigger reactions when I take her from inside.

“I think we have what we need, Theo.”, I said, shutting off the camera.

“Did we get some good photos?”

“Yeah, they look really good.”

“I had a thought, Brenna. What if there are men within this subculture that aren’t into men?”

“What do you mean?” I handed the camera back to him and sat on the end of the bed.

“What if the men want to see a woman?”

I didn’t answer. Is he saying he wants to take pictures of me?

“You could be on the website too, if you wanted to.”

“Oh, no. I don’t know. I don’t have a body like yours. Or any sexy clothes.”

“This may sound forward, but you do not need any special clothes to look attractive.”

I smiled and looked down at the floor.

“I don’t know. I’ll think about it, okay? Let me upload these, share some links, and we can share that bottle you were talking about.” I was still blushing, cheesing, and ready to take a breather.

After finishing the website, I changed into that dress I liked so much before. The black and red one with the polka dots. I put on shoes, but I knew if I’d be drinking, they’d be off in an hour. I figured if there was ever a time to wear a dress, it would be for his reserved bottle. I kept thinking of him staring so intensely during the last photos while putting on some makeup. It’s like he was staring into my soul. I straightened my hair down too. I figured nothing could be too much after what I just went through. I stared at myself in the long mirror before heading downstairs.

I took a deep breath before entering the kitchen. Would he still be shirtless? I turned the corner and he was standing by the kitchen island with a little platter of snack meat, vegetables, and fruit. I wondered how much he had to be paying Mr. Raymond to take care of so many tasks. He helped me move, he takes care of the grounds, he gets the food and other essentials, unless it’s large. I learned Theo had ordered a new mattress to be delivered overnight before I even arrived. He was really confident in that room.

“Hi, Theo.”

“Hello, miss Brenna. You look nice.” I looked up and made eye contact with him, smiling, before I grabbed a carrot and took a bite.

“Where are we drinking tonight?”

“I thought about the upstairs game room, with the pool table? Do you know how to play?”

I grabbed another carrot, “No, not really.”, I giggled. I touched his arm, “but you could train me.” Mimicking the interaction we had on the first day, pretending that it didn’t send shivers through me.

He led me upstairs into the game room. It was pretty much another sitting room. It seemed more modern because of the pool table. There was also a chess board and a plain table, I would assume for cards. I walked in and sat on the loveseat. Theo sat the bottle down on the table with two short glasses and relaxed down into the large armchair across from me.

“Do you like whiskey?”

“I’ve never really had it. As teenagers we drank box wine and cheap vodka,” I laughed, “But, I’m willing to give it a shot.”

He smiled at me and poured me a glass half full. I took it and took a sip, immediately coughing and trying to hide it. He laughed out loud at me and told me it’ll get easier the more I drank, so I took another sip.

By three drinks in, I was already ready to start rambling on again. Sometime during the conversation, Theo got up and started setting up the balls for the pool game. I watched him lean across and grab the cue ball. His shirt wasn’t buttoned all the way up, and I could see straight down it.

“Come here, Brenna”, he said in his deep voice.

I walked slowly over to where he was standing by the pool table, trying not to stare as he leaned over and grabbed a pool stick. He handed it to me. “Break it up.” I must’ve looked confused because he continued, “hit the white ball into the others and break it apart.”

I walked over to the end of the table and attempted to hit the ball, but it went sideways. I leaned over, knowing he could probably see down my dress the way I could see down his shirt, and tried again. I hit the balls but they didn’t spread very well.

“The first was too hard, the second was too soft. Can I help?” He asked me, walking over to me. I nodded.

He stood behind me and told me to lean over. I wondered if the bottom of my ass was showing. He leaned forward next to me and positioned my hand the way the stick should rest on it. I tried my best to listen, but I could still feel his hand on mine.

“Can I get closer to you?” He asked me, leaning back up. I nodded yes.

He came around behind me, this time against me and started to show me how to use the pool stick. I could feel his body against me, and I wanted to melt into him. He put his hand on mine and pulled the stick back and forth before shooting it forward and hitting the ball. When he shot forward, I could feel him press harder against me, pushing me against the table. I’d never been so grateful to not know how to play pool.

“And that’s how you do it.”, he pulled away from me slowly and looked down at me smiling. I knew he could see the redness in my face from being all kinds of hot and bothered, but I hoped he blamed it on the alcohol.

I smiled back and asked if it was his turn, and he told me that since I made a striped ball in, I could try to get another in. I took a chance and asked if he would help me again.

He put a hand on my waist and led to the side. “Come over here and lean forward again.” He handed me the stick and told me where to aim. He kept his hand on my waist. I was radiating heat. He corrected my aim and pressed himself against me again, doing the same thing. He pushed the ball with the stick and his hips pressed mine against the table again. I thought I felt him start to harden against me, but I didn’t know what he felt like soft either, he could just be really big. My breathing quickened, and the ball went into the pocket.

“Try again, I am going to get our drinks.” He walked away and I thought I saw him adjust his pants.

Fuck. I am getting hard. I walked over and chugged the rest of my drink. I adjusted myself and tried to chill out. Her waist under my hand did it. And pushing myself so deeply against her was ballsy, but she liked it. Her breathing changed. Imagine how quickly she she would start breathing if I would have moved my hand just a little bit forward. What would she have done if I got fully hard against her ass? I was getting hard again. I poured another drink for myself and topped hers off and took it over to her.

He walked back over and handed me my drink. I took quite a few sips and could feel the heat in my stomach immediately. And the heat in my pants hadn’t gone away either. I was feeling hot, so I unbuttoned a button and shook my collar, getting some air flow in there. I realized I forgot to try again, so I sat my drink down on the small side table and bent over the table. From where he was at, I knew he could probably see up the bottom of my dress, and when I looked over after my failed shot, I could see him checking me out. He tried to look away quickly, but I caught him. I was glad I chose to wear lacy black underwear. The butt part was kind of see though, but not a thong. I think a thong would’ve been too much. He took a sip and took his shot, he got his ball in the hole, and I watched him just as closely as he was watching me. He took another shot looking at me, not even looking at the ball, completely showing off. I laughed, “how can I compete against that?”

“I can keep helping you, if you want.” He stood up came to my side of the table to take a drink with me.

“If you don’t mind, I could use some more help.”

I knew it wasn’t my turn but he handed me the pool stick anyways. I was starting to feel the alcohol as I leaned over again, waiting for him to press up against me, but he started to adjust my hand on the pool table. I could feel his fingernails brush up against my skin, giving me goosebumps all the way up my arm and the back of my neck. His fingers trailed up my arm and positioned it. He finally leaned back up and stood behind me. “You have goosebumps.”, he said, and touched my upper arm.

“It’s from your fingernails brushing against my hands. It always gives me goosebumps.”

“Like this?” He dragged his fingernails across my upper arm into the short sleeve of my dress. He laughed when I shivered.

He grabbed my waist with both hands this time and positioned me to shoot the ball. I could feel my underwear getting wet as he positioned himself up against me. He took one hand and grabbed the stick for me and took the shot. Of course, he knocked the ball into the pocket. He put the stick down leaning it up against the table. From behind me he said, “Do you like this?” My breath caught in my chest.

“Like what?”

“Me.. close to you.” I nodded and straightened up, leaning my back up against his chest. He used his hands on my waist to spin me around to face him and I gasped. He looked down at me with a face I hadn’t seen before. He almost looked hungry for me. He took a step, pushing my butt up on the pool table like shelf, and he put his leg between mine. I put one of my hands against his stomach and chest, feeling the muscles I had thought about time and time again. He started to unbutton the rest of his shirt and I put my other hand on him, feeling the curves of his abdomen and putting a lot of focus on his hip bones and the V leading down to what was starting to get hard against me. He stared down and watched me touch him. He kept his hands on my waist, slightly squeezing whenever I touched lower on his stomach.

“Look at me.” He said, and I looked up into his eyes. He removed one hand from my waist and cupped the side of my face. He then bent down and kissed me in a way I had never been kissed before. He pulled me into his chest and gently put his tongue in my mouth. He raised his knee up the skirt of my dress and I moaned into his mouth a little, so he squeezed my waist tighter. I felt like I could c*m just from the small amount of friction from his leg against my underwear. I could feel how hard he was against my stomach, and he was definitely rubbing it up against me, just slightly but enough to make me want to take it out help him.

He pulled away from the kiss with a gasp. My mouth still hung slightly open. He realized he still had me up against his leg and lowered it. We both breathed heavy for a moment just looking at each other.

“I apologize.. for getting carried away.” He told me, letting go of my waist and taking a step back.

“Don’t apologize.. I wanted you to..” I got my butt off of the pool and straightened out my dress. He gave me a half smile and walked over to the big armchair again and poured himself a drink. I followed behind.

From the couch, I told him I liked his pool lessons and laughed. He leaned back and spread his legs and put his hand over his eyes and laughed with me. I really liked when he sat like that and I think he knew it.