I knocked on the door, then pushed it open when I heard Cade call for me to come in. I stepped inside, remembering the last time I'd been here. The lighting was dimmer than it had been, casting the edges of the room into shadows. The center of the room was still well-lit. In fact, in the same spot where Cade had literally painted me, was a ring of bright lights, all pointed down at what looked like a fleece or velvet blanket of some kind. There also appeared to be some padding underneath it, making a vague, sort of shapeless cushion that looked big enough for two people to enjoy .

“Did you do as I instructed?” Cade stepped out of the shadows and I caught my breath .

I nodded in answer to his question, too distracted by him to answer properly. He was barefoot and bare-chested. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans that hung low enough on his hips to show off the deep v-grooves that pointed straight to his cock. His hair was wild, a mass of untamed curls .

“Come here .”

I walked toward him, until I stood at the edge of the light circle. When I stopped, I noticed he had something in his hands. A camera. Not a digital one, but the kind real photographers used. The butterflies in my stomach doubled .

He raised the camera and pointed it at me. “Slowly walk toward me, unbuttoning your coat as you come .”

My fingers shook as I reached for the top button. My steps, however, were steady. I could hear the camera clicking as I undid a new button with each step until the coat hung open .

“Take it off .”

I didn't need him to tell me he didn't want it to just fall off. I took a step and let the jacket slide off of my shoulders. Then fall to my elbows. By the time it was on the floor, I was standing only a few feet away from Cade, dressed only in my skimpy lingerie .

He put the camera on a tripod facing the cushion at the center of the circle and picked up something from the floor. He crossed into the circle and stood next to the cushion. “Come here .”

I moved to stand next to him, curious as to where things were going next. I heard the snap of a cap and saw him squirt something into his hand. A moment later, cool gel slid across my skin as he ran his hand over my arm. I looked down and saw glitter. It wasn't too thick, but enough that the light caught it, throwing sparkles into the air .

He didn't speak as his hands worked over every bit of exposed skin, sending little tingles of pleasure across my nerves. When he knelt in front of me to rub down my legs, I saw lust flash across his face when he caught a glimpse of the panties framing my bare pussy .

In what seemed to be an uncharacteristically impulsive move, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the exposed skin. I bit back a moan, hoping he'd do it again, but he didn't. He stood, our bodies mere inches apart. His fingers brushed just under the necklace and warmth spread out from the place he touched .

“Sit on the cushions,” he said as he took a step back .

I did as he said while he retrieved the camera from the tripod. It was funny, I thought, how I never even considered the danger of letting an escort take pictures of me in what I was sure would be provocative poses. As a teacher in a private school, I should've been worried that the pictures would leak and I'd lose my job. I knew it wouldn't though. I completely trusted Cade to never let that happen .

“Lean back .”

I leaned back on my elbows. I wasn't nearly as self-conscious as I probably should've been, but I still kept my knees pressed together. At least, I did until Cade spoke again .

“Open your legs .”

I slowly let my knees fall apart. Cade moved around me, snapping pictures, having me shift and pose in various ways. Some sexual, some not. The more pictures he took, the more comfortable I became. I should've known that would be when Cade changed things up again .

“Lie back with your legs spread,” he instructed. “I want you to touch yourself. Make yourself come .”

Nerves threatened, but I pushed them down. I stretched out on the cushion and closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of the soft fleece against my skin. I ran one hand down my stomach and then slipped it between my legs. It was a strange sensation, going from material beneath my fingertips to skin without the usual methods of going under or taking off .

I shivered as my fingers brushed over my sensitive flesh. I'd followed all of his instructions, including a fresh wax. I found that each time I did it, I found it less unpleasant. I wasn't sure I'd do it consistently, but I had to admit I did enjoy it in moments like this .

“Tonight,” Cade said. “You're going to orgasm more times than you've ever dreamed possible .”

I swallowed hard and let my fingers slide between my folds. They found my clit easily, the little bundle of nerves already throbbing, ready to be touched. The pad of my index finger brushed across it and I shivered as a rush of arousal went through me. I was getting wetter by the second. Cade had to be able to see it, exposed as I was, his camera capturing every moment of it .

I dropped my hand and let a finger slide into my pussy. I moaned as I slowly pumped it in and out. A second one joined and I pressed down with the heel of my palm on every stroke, the base of my hand rubbing against my clit with just the right amount of pressure. My free hand moved to my breasts as I found myself growing closer to climax. Through the thin material of the bra, I caressed my breast, then began to tug on my nipple .

“That's it, baby.” Cade's voice was quiet .

The endearment, however general, spoke to a hidden part of me that wanted more from him and I cried out, shoving my fingers deep inside me as I came .

I heard movement as I came down and I opened my eyes, propping myself on my elbows again. Cade had put the camera back on the tripod, a timer making it click at evenly-spaced intervals, and was standing over me. I watched as he knelt next to me, the angle perfect to allow an unobstructed view of me while keeping him mostly out of the way .

He held up his hand and showed me the smooth rubber phallus he was holding. Last summer, I would've thought it was big because it was thicker than Ronald's, but it looked small compared to what I knew was straining against Cade's jeans. Still, when he pressed the head of it against my entrance, my body had to stretch around it. I moaned as it entered me, the cool material strange after the warmth of my fingers .

The strokes were even and deep, perfectly angled so that each one pressed against my g-spot and made me writhe. Cade's free hand roamed across my body, adding to the sensations, as his fingers rolled my nipples, then danced down my belly to rub circles on my clit. When his mouth covered my nipple, the wet heat instantly soaking through the thin material, I cried out. He pushed the dildo into me and held it there as he increased the suction on my nipple until I exploded again .

I gasped for air as he straightened and removed the toy from me. He set it aside and I waited for him to take its place between my legs. Instead, he rolled me onto my stomach and shifted the cushion beneath me until my ass was higher up. I flushed at the thought of him spanking me on camera .

“Did you follow all of my instructions?” Cade asked as he ran his hand over my ass .

For a moment, I thought he was trying to find an excuse to spank me, but then, as his finger teased between my cheeks, I realized what he wanted to know. One of his directions, the one that had embarrassed me the most, would prepare me so that he could make good on a promise he'd made while we were in Canada .

“I did,” I said softly. I tensed as his finger brushed against my asshole .

“Have you ever had anything in here ?”

I would've laughed at how casual his question sounded, but I was starting to get nervous. “No,” I said .

“Just relax,” he said. “Trust me .”

I made a surprised sound when I felt something cold and wet between my cheeks, but the sound turned to a moan when Cade slipped a finger into my pussy .

“Relax,” he murmured. “I promise, this is going to feel amazing .”

After a few moments, he removed his hand. Then I felt something hard and cool at my hole .

“Breathe and relax,” he instructed as he slowly pushed it into my ass .

I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. It didn't hurt, but the pressure was unique. I felt a strange quick stretch and then the sensation was gone, replaced by something new. There was something inside my ass; I was still trying to decide how I felt about that. A moment later, a second object started to work its way in. This time, I figured out what Cade was using. I may not have been as sexually adventurous as my friends – at least not until recently – but I wasn't completely naïve .

“I chose these particular beads,” Cade said, confirming my suspicion. “Because they're all the same size, and since you're a virgin, we don't want to risk stretching you out too fast .”

“I'm not a–” I started to disagree and then realized what he meant .

“Do they hurt?” Cade asked. I thought I heard a note of concern in his voice .

“No,” I answered honestly. There was a feeling of fullness that was odd, and they rubbed against my insides in unfamiliar ways, but there was no pain .

“Now,” Cade said. “I'm going to show you exactly why these little beauties are so good .”

He slid two fingers into my pussy and I instantly felt the difference. I moaned as his fingers thrust into me, the motion causing the beads to shift, sending ripples of pleasure through me .

“Imagine,” he said. “If it was my cock inside you. Imagine how full you'd feel .”

“Fuck.” I pressed my face against the blanket. I was pushing back into his hand, driving him deeper. The duel sensations were almost too much. I didn't think I could handle both his cock and the beads inside me. Then he pushed another finger inside and I cried out, my body stiffening with an unexpected orgasm .

He stilled, holding his fingers inside until my muscles relaxed and he could move his hand again. This time, he worked his fingers inside me, rubbing against my g-spot with his knuckles before pressing against the thin wall of skin separating his hand from the beads. As his fingers twisted inside me, he slowly began to pull the beads out of my ass. My body jerked with each one, the sudden pressure and pop as they passed sending a jolt through me .

“One more time,” he said as his thumb rubbed against my clit. “Come on, baby. One more time for me .”

I started to nod, wanting to tell him I was almost there, but it was lost in a wail as he pulled the last six beads out all at once. I'd never felt anything quite like it, the electricity shooting across my nerves, muscles twitching and fluttering as I exploded again, this one harder than before .

When he pulled his fingers out of me, I shuddered, another wave of pleasure washing over me. I rolled onto my side, looking up at him. His face was smooth, unreadable, but his eyes were heated. I ran my gaze down his sculpted chest and abs to where I could see the outline of his cock through his jeans .

I reached for his zipper, determined to show him just how much I enjoyed what he had done, but he stopped me. His hands curled around mine .

“Not yet,” he said .

There was something strange in his voice and I frowned. This wasn't his commanding tone letting me know we weren't done. This was something different .

“There's something I need to tell you .”