Until you tremble - Caught in the photographer's gaze

When Liv stepped through the open doorway into the studio's leafy courtyard, the summer party was already in full swing. Music filled the warm evening air, strings of lights stretched between the old brick walls, and long wooden tables were laden with glasses, bowls of olives, and small plates of summer finger food. She had been working regularly for the design studio as a freelance illustrator for six months. By now, she knew almost everyone on the team—and yet, she still sometimes felt like an observer on the sidelines.

Only David was different.

He was a photographer, a few years older than her, and just as flexible with his office hours. Perhaps that's why they got along so well. He had a calm demeanor, rarely spoke too much, and looked at people as if nothing escaped his notice. Liv liked his travel stories, his dry humor, and the confidence he exuded. Above all, she loved the brief moments when his gaze lingered on her a moment too long. Several times at night, she had imagined in bed what it would be like to be explored and roughly taken by his large hands while his fingers circled between her wet labia.

"There you are," he said when he spotted her. "I thought you were going to chicken out."

"I was very close."

David took off her light jacket. His fingers deliberately brushed against the back of her neck. A warm shiver ran down her spine, and she felt her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric.

"Then I guess I owe a drink to the part of you that decided differently."

Later, they sat side by side on a low brick wall beneath one of the tall studio windows. David's knee touched hers and stayed there. As she reached for her glass, he placed a hand on her waist. The heat of his palm penetrated the fabric, and small shivers ran down her spine. Her pussy was already wet.

"You're getting nervous," he observed quietly.

Liv lifted her chin. "Maybe I'm just imagining that you're deliberately making me nervous."

A barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips. "If I did that intentionally, you'd notice the difference."

Before she could answer, someone called his name. The moment dissolved, but the sentence lingered. A warm, wet throbbing sensation filled her body.

An hour later, Liv had retreated to the dimly lit hallway of the studio. She just wanted a moment to herself. As she reached for her jacket, she heard footsteps behind her.

"Are you fleeing?"

David stopped a short distance away.

"I needed a break."

"From the celebration?"

"From your gaze."

He took a step closer. "Should I stop?"

Liv slowly shook her head.

"Say it."

His voice was calm, but suddenly there was something definite about it.

“No,” she said. “You shouldn’t stop.”

David placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her closer with calm determination. His gaze held hers. Liv's pulse raced. A hot tingling sensation spread throughout her body. She was certain he would kiss her and slip his hands under her dress.

Instead, he leaned towards her ear. "Your white wine is getting warm, by the way," he whispered.

Then he kissed her on the cheek, let go, and went back to the party. Liv was left with a throbbing pussy and wet panties.

Later, when she took her jacket out of the wardrobe, David was suddenly standing behind her.

"Friday. Eight o'clock. At my place," he said calmly.

Liv turned around."Is this an invitation?"

He slowly helped her into her jacket. His fingers brushed over her shoulders. "Only if you really want to find out what you felt earlier."

He slid a piece of paper with his address into her hand. His gaze was hungry and commanding.

"Think about it carefully."

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A week later, Liv stood at his apartment door. David opened it before she could ring the bell a second time. He was wearing a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His gaze slowly slid over her, lingering on her breasts and her tight pants.

"Come in."

As soon as the door clicked shut, he took her jacket.

"Look at me."

His voice was so firm that Liv obeyed immediately. He lifted her chin with two fingers.

"Do you know why you're here?"

Liv nodded.

He led her into the bedroom. On the bedside table were a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a narrow black blindfold.

David stood behind her and placed his hand on the back of her neck.

"You can still leave," he whispered in her ear.

"I don't want to leave."

His fingers tightened around her neck. "Good. From now on, you'll do what I tell you."

A hot tingling sensation shot through her body. Her pussy was already soaking wet.

"Stand by the window. Hands behind your back."

Liv obeyed. David took the blindfold, grasped her wrists, and guided her arms behind her back. Then he pressed her against the cool windowpane. She felt the hard bulge in his pants against her bottom.

He laid the Blindfold to.

"From now on, you will only listen to my voice."

The darkness amplified every sound. For a long time, nothing happened. Then his fingers brushed down her neck and slid under her top. He caressed her firm breasts, pinching her hard nipples. Liv moaned softly. Heat gathered deep in her lower abdomen. Her knees went weak. She pressed her thighs together and felt the damp patch in her panties.

David led her to the edge of the bed.

"Sit down."

He briefly massaged her wrists and removed her blindfold.

"Look at me."

His gaze held the same calm as always – only darker, more immediate.

"You are beautiful when you trust me."

He made her wait, teasing her with closeness and distance. Sometimes he gave a clear instruction, sometimes a single glance was enough. When the tension became almost unbearable, she whispered: "Slower."

David stopped immediately, grasped her chin, and lifted her gaze towards him.

"Stay with me. What do you need?"

"Just a moment."

His thumb stroked her lower lip. "You'll get it. But look at me while you do it."

When her breathing became calmer, he asked, "What next?"

"Yes."

David kissed her passionately, his hand firmly on the back of her neck. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The fabric slid over her shoulders. His lips followed the exposed skin – neck, collarbone, the soft underside of her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard while pinching the other.

Liv wanted to pull him closer, but he wouldn't let her. Every time she thought he was about to give in, he slowed down. Her skin felt hypersensitive, her legs trembled, and her pussy was dripping.

"David... please."

"What would you like?"

"You. Your cock. Fuck me."

His gaze darkened. He freed her from the rest of her clothing.When he pushed her panties aside and his fingers stroked her wet slit, she moaned loudly.

"You're soaking wet," he murmured, and penetrated her with two fingers. "So tight and hot."

He massaged her clitoris and thrust rhythmically into her. Liv moved towards him, moaning and pleading.

"Look at me," he demanded.

When their eyes met, he withdrew his fingers. With a wet, smacking sound, they emerged from her soaking wet pussy. The glistening juices ran in thin threads. He guided his wet fingers to her mouth, and Liv sucked on them greedily.

Then he ripped open his trousers. His stiff, thick cock sprang out – hot, dark red, the glans plump and glistening. The intoxicatingly masculine scent filled her nostrils. She licked her lips.

David grabbed her thigh, spread her legs wide, and positioned the thick, hot tip at her dripping opening. He stayed there for a heartbeat, pressing only the head inside her. Then, with one long, relentless thrust, he plunged deep into her.

“Oaaah… yeah… deeper…”

He filled her completely. Every inch stretched her tight, wet grotto. Slowly, he withdrew almost entirely – then rammed himself back in to the hilt. The moist, smacking sound of their union filled the room.

He fucked her slowly and deeply at first, enjoying how her pussy clenched around him with every thrust. Then he got harder. Faster. The blows of his hips lashed against her wet crotch, his balls slapped against her ass.

The built-up tension broke over her with such force that her whole body trembled. Her back arched from the pillows, and a guttural moan escaped her throat. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, sucking and milking him. Clear, warm juice spurted from her in spurts, running down his balls and her quivering thighs.

David groaned hotly into her throat and fucked her through orgasm – hard, deep and relentlessly, until Liv was twitching and whimpering again.

---

In the following months, their tentative experiment became a familiar ritual. They didn't just meet for their games. They cooked, worked on projects together, and argued about what music was bearable while driving. Sometimes David was dominant, blindfolding her and fucking her until she couldn't take any more. Sometimes the blindfold stayed in the drawer, and they rode each other slowly and tenderly. The rules always applied: talk, ask questions, listen. And time and again, he came inside her unprotected.

In the spring, the studio team traveled to the French Atlantic coast for a campaign production. In the evenings, Liv and David went for walks by the sea. The wind smelled of salt. At night in her room, he licked her wet pussy until she trembled and screamed, and fucked her in every position until his semen ran out of her.

On the last evening, David led them to an abandoned wooden viewing platform above the beach. The black blindfold was in his jacket pocket.

"Here?" asked Liv, but she could already feel her cleft getting wet.

"Only if you want to. Nobody can see us. And today you decide what happens."

She removed his blindfold, stroked the fabric, and placed it back in his hand.

"I want you to lead."

"Do you want that?"

Liv looked out at the dark sea. Then she turned to him.

"Yes. Fuck me here. Do with me however you want."

David blindfolded her. The wind caressed her skin.He pulled down her pants, slipped her panties aside, and thrust into her wet, gaping pussy from behind. He fucked her hard and deep, the wind carrying away her moans. When he came, he filled her up. She felt the hot fluid inside her and smiled into the darkness.

She knew by then that devotion didn't mean losing herself. With the right person, it could mean truly arriving at herself – and feeling, with his seed within her, that she belonged to him.