Chapter 2

Kate entered the room where the photo shoot was taking place, smiling at the photographer and apologizing profusely for her tardiness. The makeup artist and stylist greeted her warmly, and she quickly made her way to the changing area. As she removed her clothes, the air conditioning whipped through the room, causing her skin to prickle with goosebumps.

As she put on her outfit, she couldn't help but think about Kirk. His words rang in her ears, his touch haunted her, and his alluring eyes danced before her. She couldn't wait to see him again. She knew she needed to get back to work, but her mind kept drifting to when she could return to Kirk's house where they could continue the enchantment that had begun.

She stepped out of the changing area, her confidence boosted by Kirk's compliments. Smiling, she approached the photographer, prepared to give her best performance. Throughout the shoot, she found herself thinking about Kirk and the magical experience they shared. The thought of their next encounter gave her butterflies in her stomach.

As Kate posed gracefully in front of the camera, her mind wandered to the possibility of returning to Kirk's house later. The photographer captured her in different settings, capturing her essence in each shot. Despite her mental distraction, she maintained focus and executed each pose to perfection.

During breaks, she shared a few laughs with the crew members, making sure to mention her upcoming visit to Kirk's house. Their expressions indicated excitement and curiosity about her newfound relationship.

As the shoot progressed, Kate grew increasingly restless.

Her thoughts continuously returned to Kirk, her anticipation growing with each passing moment. Whenever a break occurred, she couldn't resist sharing her feelings about him. The photographer and crew, amused by her eagerness, listened attentively, asking questions about her unique connection with Kirk.

Grinning, Kate thanked them and headed to the changing area to prepare for her next set of poses. As she dressed, her thoughts remained fixed on Kirk and the evening ahead. She couldn't wait to be reunited with him, to feel his touch and taste his kisses once more.

Finally, the photo shoot concluded, and Kate hurried to change back into her street clothes. The crew applauded her performance, praising her commitment and dedication to the craft.

Stepping out into the corridor, Kate eagerly glanced at her watch, counting down the minutes until she could escape the studio. Her anticipation grew stronger with each tick of the clock.

Kate couldn't resist pacing around the changing area, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Kirk and the night that lay ahead. The photographer and crew, who had become quite fond of her, exchanged knowing looks and smiles, clearly aware of her excitement. They continued to ask questions about her burgeoning relationship with Kirk, displaying genuine interest in the outcome of their unusual connection.

The air in the studio became charged with expectation, and Kate's pulse raced as she imagined the tender caresses and fiery passion she would soon share with Kirk.

Each moment spent away from him felt like an eternity, and she couldn't wait to return to his home, basking in the heat of their connection. As the final moments ticked by, she could hardly contain her excitement.

When, at last, the photographer declared that they were finished, Kate leapt to her feet, grabbing her belongings. She practically ran out of the studio, desperate to be reunited with Kirk. Outside, she took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air.

Her heart beat faster with anticipation as if she were about to embark on a thrilling adventure. With a smile, she headed toward Kirk's house, her mind filled with images of their previous encounters. The cool night breeze carried a hint of summer fragrance, mingling with the lingering aroma of their lovemaking.

Arriving at Kirk's doorstep, she took another deep breath, her body tingling with excitement. The lights were dimmed, casting a warm glow over the living space.

"Round two," she said as he opened the door.

"Oh yeah?" Kirk grinned, playfully pinching her bottom between his thumb and index finger as she stepped past him, no sooner had he shut the door than Kate had dropped to her knees.

"You know what?" she asked, seductively, slowly peeling off her dress and bra, baring her breasts to Kirk.

"Yes, sweetheart," he responded with a hint of cockiness, already pulling his hardening cock free.

Kirk drank in her beautiful face and the ample breasts protruding below it.

As Kate knelt before him, her eyes hungry with desire, he reached down and gently cupped her chin, guiding her face towards his swollen manhood. She parted her lips, accepting his generous offering with a moan of anticipation. As her lips met his head, she swirled her tongue around his shaft, teasing him with a gentle suction, followed by a light flick of her tongue. Kirk groaned in response, placing a hand behind her head, urging her on.

She continued to lick and suckle his length, making sure to use enough saliva to provide lubrication while ensuring that her movements were slow and deliberate. Sporadically, she would look up at him, her eyes seducing as she moved her lips back and forth along his length.

Feeling himself getting closer to the edge, Kirk's grip on her by the head stiffened, his fingers squeezing slightly. She sensed his impending climax and pulled away, momentarily, only to take him fully into her mouth, circling her tongue around the base.

With a sharp groan, Kirk let out a torrent of explicit swear words and obscenities, his hips thrusting forcefully as he unloaded into her eager mouth. She swallowed every drop; Kate's eyes glazed over, her arousal reaching fever pitch. Her pussy ached, wet and needy, yearning for the thickness of Kirk's erection, which had already begun to soften in her mouth. 

Their eyes locked as Kirk slid from her mouth, slowly at first. Once out, he popped out, his head grazing her chin. Kate swallowed dramatically, then opened wide to show she had been a good girl and swallowed Kirk’s offering.

She smiled provocatively. Kirk responded by giving her a smouldering look that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Do you want more?" Kirk asked huskily, his hands running down her sides.

"Of course!" Kate answered, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She knew there was something special between them.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me you need more?" he whispered, his voice deep and husky.

Kate bit her lip, trying to maintain composure despite the rush of blood to her lower regions. "Yes," she managed to croak out, her desire evident in her eyes.

Kirk grinned, a satisfied smirk on his face. "No, tell me," he said as he gazed at the aspiring model on her knees in front of him.

"I need more," she pleaded.

Kirk noticed her demeanour change, more submissive.

This was exactly what he wanted, he had always desired a partner that could adapt to his needs. "Get on up here, then." Kate obeyed, instantly, feeling both empowered and vulnerable at the same time as she stood up.

Kirk spun her around so her back was to the closed door. He pulled her panties and dress off and let them fall to the floor. Kate felt naked, and not just from being without clothes.

"We need to give the little fella time to recover," Kirk said, referring to his used, old cock. "You will need to make do with these," he said as he pushed her back against the door with his left hand; his right moved to between her legs. Kate spread her legs to allow him.

His hand traced her outer labia before circling her clit. He increased the pressure on her clit while using his fingers to stretch her outer labia and penetrated her with one finger.

Kate gasped, partly from surprise, but mostly from pleasure. This was completely new to her. It was unexpected but incredibly arousing. Kirk continued his exploration, inserting a second finger into her tight pussy, moving them in and out rhythmically.

His left hand moved to her breast, his grip firm. Kirk started to gently pinch and roll her nipples, causing her to squirm. In response, Kate's breath quickened, her head thrown back as she absorbed the sensations flowing through her body.

Her fingers grasped the door frame, digging into the wood as her muscles trembled with effort. Her inner walls clenched around Kirk's probing fingers, drawing them deeper inside her, heightening her arousal.

Kirk relished the sight of Kate's exposed body and the sounds of her increasing desire. As he continued to work her opening, his free hand slid to cup her other breast. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and she arched her back, seeking more of his touch. 

Kate couldn't help but feel her entire body flush with arousal, her breath coming in short, laboured gasps. Her eyes were closed, and she swayed slightly, unable to stand still. She found herself wishing for nothing more than to experience all of Kirk's desires, wanting to please him in any way possible.

Surprised by the quickness of her impending orgasm, she lurched forward, burying her face into his neck. She kissed all over the exposed flesh and gasped into his ear between kisses, "Make me cum, baby".

She hadn't called anyone “baby” since her younger brother, but it came out naturally at that moment, an acknowledgement of the power dynamic between them.

"Fuck," Kirk replied, his voice raw with desire.

He inserted his fingers deep, and, with his palm pressed to her clit, he aggressively moved back and forward. Kate responded with a scream of pure pleasure. She instantly tried to buck away as the intensity of the orgasm ripped through her, but Kirk kept his movement going and stepped closer to her.

Kirk was well aware of her cries and groans. He held her body tightly as her muscles clenched and released repeatedly. His thrusts grew harder and faster, pushing her to reach the peak of ecstasy.

The sensation was overwhelming, and Kate's body seemed to lose control as it surrendered to the wave of intense pleasure. She could feel her knees shake and struggle just to keep her upright.

Kate's hand shot down to take hold of Kirk’s wrist; she had to stop his incessant pleasure-giving. Kirk allowed her to rest a bit and removed his fingers from her dripping cunt. She caught her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked at him with a mixture of relief and longing, their gaze holding for a few moments.

Finally, she broke the silence. "Shit. You have no idea how good that was," her voice trembled slightly.

Kirk laughed softly. Kate returned his smile, blushing slightly as she realized how intense he had made her orgasm.

"No, seriously, that was the best ev..." Kate tried to tell him before being cut off.

Kirk moved his hand to her face, he let his coated fingers run down over her nose and cheek, he stopped at her mouth and probed her lips before she let them slip into her mouth.

 The taste of her juices mixed with the familiar tang of her saliva. giving her a smirk as he watched her suck. Kate's heart raced as she processed the turn of events. She had never imagined herself experiencing anything like this, but now that she had, she craved more. She wondered if they would ever go beyond this, whether they could become proper partners, a couple.

Kirk leaned in and brushed his lips against hers tenderly, his fingers sandwiched between their lips. "Let's just enjoy this, sweetheart," he whispered, then pulled away. "Let's go rest."

Kate blushed, suddenly self-conscious about her nakedness. Other than heels, she stood completely naked as Kirk walked away from her and into the bedroom. 

Kate, following behind him, couldn't believe what had just happened. But she also didn't regret it. She walked naked behind him and into the bedroom, where he had already collapsed onto the bed.

"Second drawer," he said, settling into the bed.

Kate crossed across the room and reached into the second drawer, she pulled it open to reveal a sleek black silk nightie.

"Leave the heels on, just in case I wake up horny," he told her.

She nodded, obediently slipping her feet into the silk nightie, careful not to disturb the elegant folds of fabric. Kirk watched appreciatively as she walked towards him, her confidence in her walk growing with each step.

He could see her body beneath the silk nightie: the outline of her breasts, the gentle curve of her hips, and her toned legs. Her feet, encased in delicate high heels, made her appear even more elegant.

As Kate knelt on the bed, Kirk's hands clasped together, resting on his belly. Kate crawled up the bed on all fours and stopped next to him before snuggling in. She listened to his breathing as her head bobbed up and down with each breath.

He was such a fascinating man, she thought. The way he controlled her body, the way he talked, the way he touched her. It was almost as if he knew her better than she knew herself, and it terrified her. But, she reminded herself, he was just a man, an older man. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

As Kirk's breathing became deeper, she knew he was asleep. She soon found herself drifting off too, although thoughts of her new life as Kirk's partner would be in her dreams.