My clothes fly off quickly. I don't even know where they fall. I only know that he doesn't look away from me for a second as I undress at high speed. When I'm done I have a rapid breathing and I don't know if it's because of his possessive gaze on my body, or because I've undressed faster than I've ever done in my life.

—I have prepared several things while you were away.—he says to me as he gets off the couch and walks in my direction.

It stops in front of me. He is fully dressed. It is almost 9:00 pm. But because of the clothes he's wearing, I don't think he'll have to go to the club tonight.

—Don't you go to the club tonight? —I ask him curiously.

—I'm going to spend the whole night with you. —he says in a whisper as he turns around and stands behind me.

—I want to take some pictures of you, Ana. —whispers in my ear making all my skin stand up.

—Pictures? —I ask him with a knot in my throat

—Yes. Some pictures of you... —he says to me as he puts his hands on my shoulders. —Excited...—he begins to gently slide them down the entire contour of my body. —As you touch yourself...— he reach my waist and draw circles on my belly making me moan. —As you come...—he stops the movement of his hands. —While I am buried in you. —he says to me as he removes his hands from my body.

And only then do I realize what he is saying to me. Did I hear right?

—Why do you want pictures of me like that? — is the only thing I can think of to ask him with my accelerated breathing.

I feel his footsteps as he turns around and stops in front of me.

—I want to decorate my room with your naked body.

—How do I know they won't end up hanging somewhere?

—They won't. Do you trust me? —he asks me, squinting.

—With my eyes closed.

—Well, come on. —he says, holding out his hand.

I take his hand and he leads me to my room. I am not prepared for the changes that my room has been through. I open my eyes in shock. The whole room is covered with black satin from the floor to the walls. Even the bed has black sheets that glow under the special lights he have installed. He has taken his time. He has set up a photo studio. Even the camera is ready on its tripod to take pictures.

—Are you a photographer too? —I ask him curiously, turning to him.

I can't imagine anyone else taking our pictures.

—An old hobbit of mine. —he says with a smile. —Can we start? —he asks as he lets go of my hand.

I don't even know where to start. I've never done this in my life. Should I tell him I don't like being taken pictures? I think it's the right time for that.

—I must confess something to you first. —I tell him as I watch him walk towards the camera.

He looks at me expectantly.

—I don't like being taken pictures.

—Why?

—I've never liked the way I look in pictures.

—That's going to change from today. Go to bed. —he asks me as he picks up the camera.

I do what he asks. I have no idea what to do or what to wear.

—Lie down and put your hands above your head.

I do what he asks me to do. I feel my heart racing.

—Turn your face slightly towards me and look at me with desire. —he asks me.

I turn my face and look at him intently. I don't know if it's a look of desire, but it's how I look at him every time I have him in front of me. Suddenly the light from the flash blinds me when he shoots several pictures.

—Perfect! Now bring your right leg up and rest it on the mattress. —he asks me as he changes position and moves to another angle.

I feel the flash make me blind again.

—Lower your right hand towards your neck. —he asks me as he turns to the side of my body. —Tilt your head up and arch your body as you slide your hand from your neck to your breasts.

I try to remember everything he has asked me. I tilt my head back as I slide my hand from my neck, slowly, towards my breasts. This is turning me on without even trying. As my hand moves down my body, I close my eyes and bite my lower lip. As soon as my hand reaches my breasts, I begin to caress it.

I moan.

I massage my breast as I lower my other hand down my body slowly towards my sex. I am no longer aware of much. I I only feel the sound of the camera's shutter as he continues taking pictures.

I stop feeling the shutter. But I don't stop touching my body as I squirm with pleasure on the black satin sheets. I feel his hands pulling mine off my body. He places them on either side of my head as he presses against the mattress. I open my eyes just as his body covers mine and his warm mouth begins to devour me.

I feel the camera shutter again and suddenly separate my lips from his. I look at the camera that is now at our side on the tripod. But there is no one there.

—It is programmed. —he tells me, clearing up my sudden doubt.

I turn my head back to him and Christian takes my mouth again. His tongue invades me, fighting desperately against mine. I gasp against his lips.

I feel the shutter again.

Christian moves his mouth away from mine. He comes down my body kissing my skin, but he doesn't let go of my hands. He pulls them down as he descends my body. He suck my breasts, devour them. It pulls on my nipples making me moan audibly.

I feel the shutter again.

He suddenly separates from my body, leaving me breathing heavily. I open my eyes and watch him begin to undress.

—Kneel down in the center of the bed. —he says to me as he walks towards the camera.

When I am kneeling in the center of the bed, he sets up the camera. He quickly finishes undressing by jumping his impressive erection out of his boxers. He grabs a condom and joins me back in bed. He puts the condom aside as he kneels in front of me. He sticks his forehead to mine, rubbing our noses together. He stares at me as he hugs me around the waist, sticking his body to mine.

—Hug me Ana. —I quickly wrap my hands around his neck and pull his hair slightly.

The shutter shoots several pictures.

—Do the same as me. —he says to me in a whisper.

Christian lowers his lips to my neck and I do the same on his. He stands still and I do the same as I breathe heavily. A few seconds later I feel the shutter again. Now I realize what he is doing. He has calculated the right time for the poses and taking the pictures.

We change position again.

Christian puts the condom under my watchful eye. He sits down with his legs stretched out.

—Ready! —he asks me with a smile. I don't know exactly what for, but I sit down. —Come here.

I pull my hand towards him. And I settle down on his body by sitting astride him. His limb still between us.

Christian smiles at me as the shutter takes several pictures of us again.

—Hold on to my shoulders and stand up a little. —he asks me without looking away from me.

I lean on his shoulders and on my knees without taking my eyes off him. Christian guides his member to my entrance making me groan with pure pleasure. He introduces himself just a little while he brings his hands towards my buttocks.

—Don't move. —he says to me in a whisper.

I know what he is doing. He is waiting for the right moment. And that moment comes a few seconds later when he pulls my body down making my body crash into his strongly. I scream with pure pleasure at the very moment when the shutter sounds and the camera takes its picture.

And he stands still once more. Now his forehead is stick to mine, his eyes are closed. And I do the same. I close mine. I can feel his breathing quickening as well as mine. We are both having a hard time with the temptation. I can feel his penis throbbing inside me and inevitably I squeeze the muscles of my vagina around him.

—Ana! —he let go of a gasp just as the shutter sounds again.

This is unbearable. I can't stand still for another second. I need to feel him, I need the movement, that delicious friction between our bodies. I need him to make me gasp with pleasure as only he knows how to do.

So without a second's hesitation I push him back over his shoulders. Christian opens his eyes when he sees what I am trying to do. I don't know what his look means to me. But after a few seconds in which we exchange a look of pure desire, he takes his hands away from my body and supports them as he leans back, but without lying down.

—Take me! Slowly!

That's all I need as I feel the shutter once more. As I rest both hands on his chest I begin to move over him. My movements are as he has asked, slow, sensual and controlled. I don't take my eyes of his. I love to see the expression on his face every time I descend on him. After a few moves, I can't take it anymore, I need to feel his wild possession over me. Or for that matter, wildly possess him. I know that's what he likes, and so do I. I must admit it. I love it. So without taking my eyes of his, I begin to increase the speed of my movements. I don't even hear the camera shutter anymore. I don't care. Christian drops completely into the bed and brings his hands to my buttocks.

—Pull your nipples! —he says in a sensual grunt.

My hands, as if of their own free will, separate from his chest. They go towards my breasts and I start massaging them and pulling on the nipples as I move in circles over him. I let out a groan as the pleasure begins to increase in me and let myself fall forward resting my hands on his shoulders.

—I can't take it anymore! —I confess to him as I join my lips to his

Christian does not hold back, he opens his mouth to receive mine. My kiss is fierce and he returns it to me delighted. I separate my lips from his, cling to his shoulders tightly and begin to increase my movements on him. They are no longer slow or controlled, they are desperate, more and more so every moment. I can feel the grip of his hands on my buttocks increasing. And the moaning that escapes our lips increases as well. I feel my walls clinging to him even more, my whole belly tightening. I am close, very close.

—Christian! —I scream as I feel my body on the verge of orgasm.

—Let yourself go, Ana!

I don't need any more. It's not like I could control it.

—God!

My whole body begins to throb with pleasure as I let myself fall on his chest. He continues to move my body against his. And I don't know how he does it, I just know that he quickly turns and I see myself lying in bed underneath his body. Even my body throbs with the resounding orgasm. Christian rests his hands next to my face. He smiles at me, and as he slowly exits, he quickly enters me, tearing out a moan at the very moment when the camera lights up both of us.

He smiles at me again and repeats the movement, burying himself firmly in me. This is what I need. His wild possession makes my body start reacting once again. The orgasm is still fresh in me and I already feel my walls contracting around him again. He leans over me more and sucks on one of my breasts. His warm mouth bites, sucks and pulls the nipple painfully, after the other. Making me scream. But not in pain. What I feel is an indescribable pleasure as he continues to penetrate me now faster. He separates his lips from my breasts. He puts his hands down and clings to my hips tightly. And then he begins to pull my body against his with every movement. If that was wild possession before, I don't know what IS this. My body crashes into his in perfect harmony. We fit in perfectly with each other. And I can feel the orgasm growing back inside me. I feel my walls clinging to him, squeezing him, not wanting to let it go. I stare at Christian's face as he slowly begins to decompose with pleasure as he holds his hands now tighter to my body.

—A little more! —I beg him with a drowned out voice.

I feel his hands squeezing me harder as he pulls my body against his once more. God, I feel him so deep within me, I can't take it anymore. And with two more strong onslaughts I let go with a deafening groan. Christian begins to stop his movements, slowly, until he lets go of my body and falls on me.

Unconsciously I see myself entangling my fingers in his hair, and moving my hand slowly over his head, caressing him as I feel his accelerated breathing begin to slow down against my chest.

—Ana...—he says in a whisper as he kisses my hot skin. —I feel that I was a little rough with you. —he says in a low voice as his breath caresses my neck.

—If you were, I didn't notice, I was lost in the delicious orgasm you were giving me to notice. —I answer with a smile.

—Do you mean the first or the second? —he asks, sliding his tongue across my skin.

—Humm, the second one, definitely the second one.

Christian slightly detaches himself from my body and I instantly miss the moisture from his tongue and the heat from his body on mine. He moves away just enough to stare at me. He raises his hand towards my cheek and slowly caresses me as he pulls a lock of hair from my face.

—Do you really feel well? —he asks again.

I stare at him. I can see the concern reflected on his face.

—I'm fine, Christian. —I don't think this is the time to tell him that it hurts where he held me so tightly.

He separates from my body and comes out of me. He takes off his condom and ties it up as he puts it aside. Then he turns to me again and slides his hands down my hips, right where he had squeezed me to possess me the way he did.

Without looking away from me, he slides his hands gently down my hips, slowly making circles, rubbing the skin. It hurts a little, but I'm not complaining. I just smile at him.

—Tomorrow night we are going to the club. —he tells me as he stops and gets out of bed.

He goes to the camera and stops the programming.

—I guess for another one of my lessons. —I tell him as I sit up in bed.

—You guess right. I see you're getting the hang of this. —he says to me as he picks up the condom from the bed and goes to the bathroom.

—Will you tell me what the next one is about? —I ask as I stretch my aching legs.

—I'll tell you. — he says as he leaves the bathroom and stops in front of me. —Tomorrow you're going to do something you should have done a long time ago.

—I'm lost. —I tell him with a frown.

—You're going to sleep with a stranger.