In the Arms of the Dragon Princes

by Jessica Miller

  Although, photography was his passion, he was an entrepreneur at heart. In addition to being a photographer and running a modeling agency that he had built from the ground up, he also taught photography as a professor at Rutgers University. But there was even more. Benjamin had two studios here in our house, one of which he rented out. He also was starting his own production company. Ben had his sights on shooting films. So, yes, my baby brought home the bacon. Technically, I didn’t have to work. But, I did, working full time modelling exclusively for Ben’s company. I also did some acting and was planning on working with Ben’s production company. We had already recorded a few monologues and short films, starring me of course. I loved working with my husband, we were a dynamic duo.

  Ben was older than me, twelve years my senior. I was still exploring my interests and Ben was so patient with me. He was very understanding and respectful of my pace. We had been married for three years, but it felt longer.

  Ben had the house that we lived in built from the ground up and we had stayed in a studio apartment while it was being built. The studio had been hell, but together, we had gotten through it. When we had gotten married, no one was surprised. It just made sense. I mean, I had always only dated white guys and come to find out that Ben had only dated black women so it wasn’t really a shock to either of our families. My parents loved Ben and his family loved me. We were like the biggest advocates for interracial relationships and our parents were anxious for us to give them mixed grandchildren. We had decided to take our time with the baby making. Not to say that we weren’t practicing though, it just hadn’t happened yet. If it did then great and if it didn’t, great. Neither of us were in a rush

  With the rise in social media, I had done a lot of promotion on my Instagram. I often used that to scout out talent for Ben’s agency. I also posted images from some of my shoots on my Instagram. Ben didn’t indulge in social media too much and left that to me. He would tease me that in the realm of social media, I really showed my age, a ripe 32. Still in bed, I scrolled through my Instagram timeline, double tapping every other image, then made my way to the page for Ben’s agency.

  The agency tended to post pictures of the models they were working with. I was checking to see what new talent Ben would be shooting today when I saw a beautiful hunk of man candy that almost made me gasp. This was the man from my dream! I closed my eyes and placed my phone over my face. This was surreal. Butterflies danced in my soul. Was this a sign and of what?

  As though on cue, my phone vibrated in my hand and the picture of Ben and me on our wedding day popped up on the screen. Ben was calling me.

  “Hey baby,” I said, trying to sound normal as my heart pounded in my chest.

  “Hey beautiful!” Ben exclaimed. “Did I wake you?”

  “No, no, I’m up! How’s work going?” I asked.

  “Great! Actually, that is why I am calling you. I am here with a model named Jeremy Phine and Mya, you have to meet him! I want to shoot you two together!”

  I had stopped breathing. What were the odds?

  “How soon can you be down here?” said Ben. I reminded myself to breathe.

  “Give me half an hour,” I said.

  “Perfect! We’re in Studio A. See you soon!” Ben said, before hanging up. I dropped the phone in my lap, a dazed look on my face. Was I some sort of psychic? How could this be?! I didn’t have to ponder the possibilities. I got up and got out of bed.

  *****

  The Photoshoot

  Ben’s private studios were located in our large finished basement. I headed down to the studio, knocking before entering. I had decided to keep it simple, wearing a plain black tank top and black leggings. I was barefoot and I wore my thick curly hair loose.

  I didn’t know what Ben wanted or if he would want to shoot today so I kept it basic if I was to be his canvas. Ben opened the door to the studio holding his camera, grinning widely when he saw me. He let me in and closed the door behind him.

  There were lights set up, and standing in front of a plain white backdrop, in the flesh, was Jeremy Phine. He was wearing nothing but a towel. As soon as I saw him, Ben began taking photos. He captured my reaction to Jeremy and Jeremy’s reaction to me. The shoot had begun. I laughed, Ben was a true artist. He loved to capture the raw and the real. I tried to hide my nervousness as I walked over to greet Jeremy, all the while; Ben clicked away with his camera. I extended a hand to Jeremy.

  “Hello, I’m Mya,” I said. Jeremy flashed me a dazzling smile that made his blue eyes twinkle.

  “Hi, I’m Jeremy,” he said as he took my hand.

  “Nice to meet you,” I said. I fought not to stare.

  “Mya, what do you think about doing a nude shoot with Jeremy?” Ben asked, the camera never ceasing its interminable clicking. I fought to hide my nervousness but instinctively, a hand fluttered to my stomach. The butterflies had returned.

  “Right now?” I asked, surprised. What was Ben’s motive with this shoot? I wished he would let me in on his vision, but that wasn’t Ben’s style.

  “Yes,” Ben said.

  I shrugged, feigning nonchalance when in reality, I thought that I might pass out. I was totally comfortable with doing a nude shoot. I had done plenty. I had even done some with other people. But never had I done a nude shoot with a man that I had had an erotic dream about before knowing whether he really existed, in front of my husband! I was speechless. Luckily, words would be no longer necessary.

  “Jeremy, please remove your towel,” said Ben.

  I wondered if the two men could hear my heart pounding on my rib cage. My eyes dropped down Jeremy’s creamy white abs to his hands as they began removing the towel. I covered my eyes with my hand.

  “Oh my god,” I laughed nervously. My face felt hotter. I needed to pull it together, I was acting unprofessional. I removed my hand.

  “Mya, stare into Jeremy’s eyes as you remove your shirt,” Ben instructed. I looked into Jeremy’s deep blue eyes, drowning in their oceans. Slowly, I pulled the tank top up and over my head, my large breasts bouncing, as my hair cascaded down over them and my shoulders. “Now, Jeremy, stare into Mya’s eyes as you remove her pants.” Jeremy got down on his knees and put his hands at the top of my leggings. My body tingled where his fingers touched it. He slowly pulled down the leggings, as I held my breath. He pulled the leggings down my round butt, which jiggled as it was set free. His face was so close to my pussy that I could feel his warm breath. I was instantly turned on. From the corner of my eye, I could tell that Jeremy was, too. He licked his lips hungrily, and I swallowed. When he got the leggings down to my ankles, I stepped out of them and he tossed them to the side. Jeremy stood back up, facing me.

  “Now Mya, go upstairs to our bathroom to take a shower. Jeremy, follow me.” We headed upstairs as a procession, me leading, with Ben behind me taking pictures and Jeremy following behind him. I walked slowly, carefully pronouncing my steps so that Ben could capture every angle. Once we got to the bathroom, I turned the shower water on hot. When it was a comfortable temperature, I climbed in.

  “Close the shower door,” Ben instructed. I shut the shower door, giving myself the most privacy I had had since the shoot had begun. I let the water run over my head and ran my fingers through my hair. What the fuck was going on? Were we making a porno? No way, Ben would never do that. Or would he?!

  I didn’t know what to think, but I couldn’t deny how turned on I was by all this. I ran my fingers between my legs. Very wet. With my other hand, I squeezed my nipples. I bit my lip and moaned. I knew that Ben was taking pictures through the glass shower door, but I was not acting, this was all authentic horniness. My eyes were closed as water ran over my face. Through the water, I could hear the shower door open and someone step in. I wrapped my arms around my breasts and stayed under the water, hyper aware of his presence. I knew it was Jeremy, it had to be. I thought, he is comfortable with this? Then again, he is a model. So why wouldn’t he be? This time the shower door had been le
ft open, I could feel the draft of cool air come into the large shower and I shivered.

  Jeremy ran his hands slowly down then up my arms. I shivered again at his touch. He kissed me on the back of my neck and I could feel my hairs stand up. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, sliding his hands up my flat tummy and over my large breasts, squeezing them and pulling me backwards onto him. I gasped as the back of my body connected with the front of his, my body tingling and warm everywhere we touched. He gently placed kisses going up my shoulder to my neck. I shuddered at the feel of his soft lips on my skin. His hard penis stabbed me in the butt and he moved it so that its length slid up my butt crack. Jeremy suckled on my neck a little harder and I let my head loll back as I moaned. He continued to caress my breasts and I arched my back. I didn’t even hear Ben put his camera down or see him undress. Suddenly, Ben was just standing before me, his hard penis up against my pussy as he grabbed my ass and licked my lips. I sucked on Ben’s tongue and lips hungrily, my pussy throbbing. I felt like an animal, craving their touches, my mind blown and unable to think. All that existed was what I felt and what I needed to feel.

  Ben stuck two fingers deep into my slippery pussy as I began grinding on his hand. Jeremy crouched down and put his face in my ass, licking my pussy as Ben fingered me, then licking my asshole.

  “Oh my god,” I moaned. I was about to come and we hadn’t even started fucking yet. Jeremy licked me and Ben fingered me until I came, my body shuddering, letting me know that there was more to come.

  “Pick her up,” Ben instructed. Jeremy lifted me off of my feet and carried me out of the shower as Ben turned off the water. Jeremy carried me into the bedroom and laid me on the bed. Ben walked in after us, carrying his camera, again clicking away. “Kiss her,” Ben said. Jeremy climbed on top of me and grabbed the back of his head, pulling my face to his.

  We kissed as though we needed to in order to breathe. His penis slid along the outside of my pussy. Jeremy stopped kissing me to slide his tongue into my ear and his fingers into my pussy.

  I was out of my mind with pleasure. I’d never been wetter in my life. Jeremy slid his tongue along my neck and collarbone then swirled it around my nipples, nibbling on them gently. He softly kissed my stomach as I arched my back, placing kisses on my hipbones, then my inner thighs. He was teasing me and I thrust my pelvis forward, desperately needing him to put his mouth on my lower lips. I could feel his breath on my pussy and I whimpered.

  “Don’t do it,” Ben whispered, just loud enough for us to hear. “Suck his dick, Mya.”

  Jeremy sat back on his elbows with his legs spread. I sat up then crawled over to him, my ass in the air. Jeremy’s dick was hard as steel. I gripped it hard in my small hands; he moaned as soon as I touched him. I opened my mouth, all the while looking him in his eyes. Slowly, I let my tongue hang, teasing him back. Then I let my mouth close around the tip, swirling my tongue around his head as he let his head loll back while he moaned. I stroked it while I sucked it, making him go crazy.

  Again, Ben put his camera down to join us. He crawled onto the bed behind me and put his face in my pussy, slurping like he was starving. This only made me suck Jeremy with even more enthusiasm. Ben licked my ass like a cupcake and then stuck his finger in my asshole before returning to licking my pussy. Jeremy grabbed my head forcing me down harder on his dick until I started choking. Ben grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling it, making me arch my back even more than I thought possible. Within moments, I was coming again. This was out of control. There I was, overdosing on orgasms and neither of them had come yet!

  I was in ecstasy. After I had come for the second time, they let me rest. I lay back on the pillows, legs outstretched, my body limp as I watched them. Jeremy sat up on to his knees, Ben grabbed the back of Jeremy’s head, pulling him to his face, and kissed Jeremy.

  My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I couldn’t believe how turned on it made me. I was horny again. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them as I began stroking my pussy, my fingers quickly getting drenched in the juice. Jeremy and Ben made out, awakening some deep darkness within them that probably needed this release. I guessed we all needed this. Jeremy wrapped his fingers around Ben’s dick and began stroking it as they kissed. It was so beautiful, I wanted to cry. I bit my lip and grabbed my breast. Ben pulled away from Jeremy and leaned back on his elbows as Jeremy stroked him. Then Jeremy wrapped his beautiful mouth around Ben’s beautiful dick and a tear actually fell from my eyes.

  “Thank you,” I whispered to no one in particular. I could watch from the sideline no longer. I crawled over to Ben, who was laid back on the pillows moaning. Perfect, his mouth was open. I stood up on the bed and stood over top of Ben before sitting on his face. I grinned devilishly, as I thought of the irony. Just last night, I had wanted to do just this, only last night it would have led to the suffocation of my beloved. Whereas today, it would most surely lead to my third orgasm.

  With this orgasm, I cried out, “Thank you thank you!” What did I do to be so lucky? I climbed shakily off of Ben’s face and laid on my stomach on the bed, but they were not through with me yet.

  Ben pulled me up by the waist until my ass was in the air, then he spanked me, hard, on each cheek before thrusting his big hard dick into my soaking pussy. “Ah, yes!” I screamed as my husband fucked me while another man watched. I stared at Jeremy the whole time as I threw my ass back while Ben spanked me. I squeezed my nipples then sucked on my fingers. Jeremy watched us with his dick in his hands, stroking it slowly. Then he stood up and climbed off of the bed. Jeremy walked to the edge of the bed, standing in front of me with his dick in my face. He wanted me to suck it. I wanted me to suck it. So I did. I sucked another man’s dick while my husband fucked me doggy style and it was magnificent.

  I had never come from doggy style but today I did and Ben came with me. My husband and I came together while I sucked another man’s dick. My husband lay back on the bed, tapped out, but watching. I was both surprised and proud of him for lasting so long so I gave him a high five, but I was a woman on a mission. I had come four times and I was going for five.

  I pushed Jeremy on the bed on his back then climbed on top of him, slowly sliding my pussy down on his dick. Jeremy grabbed two handfuls of my juicy ass, then smacked it with both hands. It was like he’d pressed ‘Go’. We lost control. I started grinding and he started bouncing me, occasionally slapping my ass, making it jiggle. He wrapped his long fingers around my neck, choking me and I wrapped my small fingers around his, choking him. I almost passed out as I came on him. I used my last ounce of energy to climb off of him before he came all over himself. I let my body drop beside my husband and Jeremy lay back beside me. I fell asleep between them, the sweetest most satisfied smile on my face.

  *****

  A True Art

  I was very sleepy and slept a dreamless sleep, void of desires and fantasies. I awoke to the sound of Ben’s camera clicking. I didn’t open my eyes; I just lay there letting recent events sink in. This was happening, it all really happened! I opened my eyes smiling at Ben’s camera, then blew it a kiss. I was on cloud nine. I rubbed the sleep from eyes and sat up, looking around. Jeremy was gone. Ben took one last picture then put his camera down beside him.

  “I’m hungry,” I announced. Ben laughed and then kissed me on the lips.

  “That’s the first thing you say? You are unbelievable. What would you like to eat my queen?” Ben asked. Good, I was still his queen. Even after doing all those obscene things with him and that other man, Ben did not look at me differently. Then I realized that I did not look at him differently either. Actually, I did look at him differently because we were different. We were more whole now, and I looked at Ben from a fuller perspective. I felt a deeper connection to him.

  “Pizza?” I suggested as though Ben had a say in the matter. While Ben ordered a large pepperoni pizza, I lay back on the pillows and went through the pictures in the camera. They were amazing and there we
re hundreds of them. I smiled as I admired Ben’s craftsmanship. If I weren’t already married to Ben, I would marry him again. Tears filled my eyes and my heart swelled.

  “Let’s get married,” I said as hot tears slid out of my eyes and down my cheeks. Ben laughed from deep in his belly and held my hand.

  “We’re already married,” he reminded me.

  “Let’s renew our vows,” I said. I felt as though I had fallen that much more in love with Ben.

  “We can do that,” Ben said nodding and kissing me on the forehead.

  When the pizza arrived, Ben brought it to me, took a few slices, then grabbed his camera and headed to his office. Of course, it was time for him to upload the pictures. I was so happy that I could be a part of his passion. That he had found a way to incorporate my fantasy into his passion, into our marriage. I felt very full of pizza and emotion. I took out my journal from the bedside table and wrote poem after poem about this day. Everything must be captured in as many different media as possible. I wondered what Ben would do with those pictures. They had to be his best work yet. True art. Ben could stay in his office working on pictures for hours. I didn’t want to disturb him. I placed the pizza box on the floor and snuggled up under the covers. I turned on the TV cartoons and fell asleep to Tom & Jerry.

  This time, I did not awake until the next day and I awoke alone. Ben must have stayed in his office all night. That’s dedication. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. Wrapped in a robe, I headed into the kitchen to make us tea. I like cream in my tea and I had got Ben to like cream in his, too. I made us each a mug of tea and then carried them to Ben’s office. He was sitting at his desk on his computer, looking at a picture of me touching myself in the shower. The shot had come out perfectly and Ben was trying to decide between color and black and white. I placed his mug on his desk and took a sip from mine.