He was stronger than that.
"Very good. Now move your head a bit to the left."
He tilted the camera marginally and took the shot. Beautiful. The feminine angle of her chin, the barely noticeable specks spread under her eyes and across her nose, the pluck of hair slightly out of place: it was enthralling, it was 'Maxine' and it was something he'd cherish for as long as possible.
Open and vulnerable. That was how Maxine was feeling.
She hadn't known what to expect, but it definitely hadn't been… this. Her heart kept a steady, albeit fast-paced rhythm as her teacher unleashed flash after flash upon her. Even though she was simply lying down, and he was simply photographing her, she felt connected to him, somehow, as if they were doing something much more personal and intimate than a simple photoshoot.
"Let me alter the lights… Better. Now don't move." The student remained still as he circled around her with his equipment, crouching from time to time, giving her orders and complimenting her.
It was exactly as he'd imagined it would be, and more. Maxine was a good girl, obeying him without questions and letting him have his way. Of course he used his time well, making sure the portraits he created of her were thorough and successful. He just hoped Prescott would also do as told; then his weekend could not be ruined.
"I'm getting some magnificent shots here, Max. You're doing well."
Despite her shyness, Jefferson was sure she was secretly enjoying it.
The female gulped. He was giving her that look again. She shifted her position on the floor and crossed her legs. It was weird being watched.
He himself, on the other hand, might've been enjoying it too much. With every click of his camera, the dim tension in his trousers grew, squeezing and twisting and at some point he had to excuse himself and rush to the bathroom in order to cool down. He wouldn't allow himself physical relief, though. He was stronger than that. While it was excruciatingly difficult to concentrate on the task at hand when his body reacted to her in such a way, he thought that taking care of his needs would only serve to undo the effect she had on him. He wanted to fully experience these moments, no matter how much self-control it required.
Maxine deserved his complete focus, at least.
At least she felt alive. A tad uncomfortable, yes, but at the same time posing for Mark Jefferson gave her a sense of accomplishment. He was someone Maxine looked up to, someone she'd admired even before having met him in person. She had considered herself lucky to have him as her teacher.
To be his model, however, was a totally different story. Knowing he wanted her to be there, in his own house, and seeing him work on her portraits with such passion and devotion was… inspiring.
Forcing herself to breathe out the last traces of whatever anxiety she had left in her, Maxine shifted her position once more and looked directly into the lens.
NOTE: Since my classes ended early today, I took the time to write you an extra chapter. Have a good week.
