The rest of the week went on normally, as Sara’s shyness slowly reduced. During this entire week, she wore older two-piece swimsuits, and with each passing day, she became more comfortable revealing her skin and body to Edmund. The fact that being naked in front of their photographer was established as normal, professional behavior meant she suddenly felt less apprehensive about showing her body to him, even though so far, he’s been polite and always waited outside.
Each day, Edmund took her and the minion out for lunch. Sometimes it was ramen. Sometimes it was bento. Sometimes it was sushi.
Each day, Sara returned home to eat dinner by herself.
And she stared around her home, and wondered whether she was happy, or she was just pretending to be.
***
“Let’s go out for lunch!” James asked on Sunday. They went for their same place. The same place that James always took them. It was a neighborhood ramen shop, that they always went for dates. They ordered their usual meal. And James ate happily. “It’s still so good!”
But Sara’s tastebuds had changed. Edmund’s ramen were better. Much better. Sara ate the ramen, and found herself struggling to finish it. Even the takeout they had were much higher quality.
“You don’t look so good, Sara.”
Sara couldn’t say it tastes bad. This was their usual place. So, she nodded. “Yeah. I’m just- I’m just not feeling so good, I guess.”
“Oh. It’s okay. Can I finish it for you?”
Sara looked at her half-finished bowl of ramen, and nodded. “Okay-“
“How was your work?”
She thought about the photoshoots and nodded. “They were okay. I’m getting better at my work, so I’m getting paid $200 a day now.”
“That’s great!” Her husband said. “Thanks for helping out with the loan. My parents were really happy.”
She nodded. That made her happy. “Good. It should be fully paid by the end of next month.”
“Yeah. Let’s go to the mall.” James offered. “That should make you feel better!”
Sara went to the mall, and when she tried on clothes in the mall, she frowned. Their neighborhood mall brought in clothes from nearby, and had fast fashion. They were nice, but somehow, when she tried on the black dress, it was nothing like the one Edmund made her wear. The cut of the dress was different.
She knew that brand name dresses were not better. It’s all a matter of cut, size and material. Yet this shop didn’t have the cut that matched her build. James just praised her, though. “You look great! Do you want-” He checked the price tag. It was $200. “Actually, that’s so crazy expensive, never mind.”
Sara paused, and didn’t know why she was feeling a little edgy. “What if I want to buy it?”
“Uh- I think it’s quite expensive. I think we should save?”
Sara turned quiet. As always, she nodded. “Okay.”
But the question came back to her. Was she really happy in this marriage?
***
Monday came, and it was time for work again. Edmund could feel her energies were violent. Darkness was stronger. Discontent. Edmund decided then it was time to strike. With a small foot through the door.
“Sara.” Edmund answered as she walked in. “I have a special request today.”
Sara paused. “Oh?”
“I need a model for a series of bikinis. My other model flaked. Can you help? Not only that, my assistant’s sick again. I’ll increase your pay today and tomorrow if you help me out. It’s urgent.”
Sara looked at Edmund, and somehow, she felt like she wanted to help. “-okay.”
“Great. Let’s get changed.”
The bikinis were not super skimpy. They were pretty average as bikinis went, and Edmund didn’t try anything too aggressive. He worked in her lust, and her frustrations, and praised her as she went.
After the first shot, Edmund paused. “Sara. I need you to glow for this series.”
“-glow?!” Sara blushed.
“Yes. Uhm… can you do what you need to do in the changing room? Please? I won’t bug you.”
Sara thought back to the professionals. “Okay. I’ll try.”
Sara was in the changing room, and tried to touch herself. Yet, nothing seemed to work. She kept trying to please and rub herself out, but it only made herself feel horrible. For ten, fifteen minutes, she struggled. She was in the bikini, squatting and sitting, trying to please herself but not being able to hit the spot.
“Do you need help?”
Sara blushed. “Uh- let me try a bit more.”
“I have a massage technique that might help. I just need to touch your neck, your back and your shoulders. Won’t touch anywhere sensitive.” Edmund said from the door.
Sara wasn’t getting anywhere, and so, she agreed. “Okay.”
Then Edmund opened the door, with a bottle in his hand. “Sara, don’t worry.”
She should’ve stopped him then. But somehow, she didn’t. She just stared as he walked closer to her, and dipped his fingers into the bottle of liquid,and stood behind her. She felt both of hands on her shoulders, and then, he started kneading.
She didn’t know how, but it was as if his fingers linked with her body’s nerves. Her entire body began to heat up.
Then, he stroked her back, his fingers running down her spine. He injected his energies into the nerves, and it burned. She moaned, unable to believe how good the massage felt.
Once it started, she moaned like crazy “-OH~”
His fingers were so wet, and her body turned hot. It was as if she was in a sauna. Her blood pumped through every bit of her body.
It’s like his fingers linked with her mind, and within five minutes, she came. “OOOOOOOH!”
She creamed her bikini. Her skin was red and flushed. She stared at him, her eyes were blurry. Her heart wouldn’t calm down. How did a massage made her feel better than masturbating?
“Fantastic.” Edmund said. “Come.”
She couldn’t believe what happened, but there she was, taking photos again. As if it was just a job. But Edmund’s attack was enough to set off an entire day of fire in her heart. She glowed for the rest of the day. As a reward, Edmund even brought her a premium ramen bento.
That night, she went home feeling an intense craving in her heart. She tried to masturbate again that night. But just like in the changing room, she couldn’t reach that feeling at all.
When her husband returned at midnight, she immediately asked for sex. “Dear. I want to do it.”
But all she got was a rebuff. “I’m too tired. I worked really hard today.”
