Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 141810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 709(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 709(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
He closed out of his blog, readying to shut down his computer, when he noticed he’d gotten another email. From Sean. He lifted a brow and opened it.
Sean Matthews 12:43 PM
to me
Hey, Max.
Thanks for getting back to me. Same place, same time sounds good.
Thanks,
Sean (aka little slut, cat)
Ps. Yes. Tuesday would be great for my “other” appointment. Would you like to do the shoot the same night, Master Tormentor of Little Sluts? (Hot title, btw. Can’t wait.)
Max fought back a smile. So much for intimidation. Not that he was surprised. Sean was made of some pretty bold stuff. But Max had wanted to at least give it a shot.
Oh, well. Looked like they were really going to do this.
Scratching his cheek, he opened up his shift scheduler and booked Sean for this coming Tuesday. Then he closed out and opened another reply box.
Max Kelley maxthatshit@gmx.com 12:49 PM
to Sean
Hello again, Sean.
Both the same night is fine. I’ve got you down for Tuesday at 9 pm. See you then.
Max (aka Master Tormentor of Little Sluts)
Ps. Be sure to bring all required documents. I look forward to reviewing your List of Limits. ;)
* * * * *
“Aren’t you done yet? Jesus fucking criminy.”
Sean grinned and snapped another shot. “Quiet. You’re supposed to be pretending I’m not here.”
Max rolled his eyes and knocked his pool stick into the cue ball. Sean snickered and moved to another spot. They’d been going at it with this photo shoot for almost an hour now, which in fairness, was what Max agreed to. So Sean didn’t feel bad. Not in the slightest. Besides, he was almost done. He’d wanted to shoot in three locations, and now they were on the third. But not necessarily Sean’s favorite. Truth be told, he loved each one for its own unique qualities.
The first had been on the front porch, not long after Sean arrived. He was already familiar with its nice soft lighting and had resolved to use it before he’d even gotten there. Max had been great, too. Very accommodating. Not that his motives weren’t obvious as shit. He’d just wanted to get it over and done with. The guy clearly didn’t like getting his picture taken.
That little fact became painfully apparent after he’d dutifully had a seat on the front steps. Stiff and awkward. That was Max. But he was also adorable. In fact, Sean hadn’t been able to resist snapping a few before helping Max ultimately relax. Which pretty much entailed just giving him something to do, the first being to simply surf on his phone. Max looked surprised by that suggestion but had gone with the flow, resting his elbows atop his knees as he played.
Sean’s second request hadn’t been any more involved. Just watch the distant traffic down the road to Max’s right as cars streamed continuously through the intersection. Both had kept his attention quite nicely off Sean. Both also allowed for some really sweet shots. Lots of play with light and dark as they met in stark contrast on Max’s face.
The next location had been Max’s studio. There he’d worked under manipulated lighting, preparing Sean’s statue for the next step of its evolution. Evidently, there are quite a few stages involved to get a statue from clay to bronze. Max had explained, as he went about his work, that he’d already fashioned a rubber mold and poured hot wax inside it. The wax had since cooled, and as Sean snapped away, Max carefully removed the rubber casing. By the end of that shoot, Sean was unabashedly beaming. Because not only had he captured some really killer shots, but got to see an exact replica of himself made entirely of wax. Very fucking cool. He shot some pictures of that, too.
Their final location, where they were at the moment, was Max and Scott’s incredible game room. Recessed a few feet down off of the kitchen, it had tons of interesting props to choose from, and every possible kind of lighting. But of course, Sean’s absolute favorite part was the mouthwatering view of Max’s ass. Which wasn’t really part of the game room, per se, but was something he’d been enjoying nevertheless. Every time Max bent over to shoot. Shit, he must’ve hit two dozen balls. And his ass looked sublime for every one of them. Seriously, that ass needed a fucking bronze replica. Maybe Sean should offer to sculpt it.
Grinning at the thought, he snapped his final shots, capturing Max at just the right angle. Timeless perfection. Exquisite masculinity. Regardless of what that man believed, he was incredibly photogenic. And not just because of his rugged good looks, but because of his expressions, too. Some were intense. Some were contemplative. All were utterly captivating. So much so, that more than once, Sean wondered what was going through Max’s head. When his eyes got all intense. When he chewed on his lip…