NOTE: Every sexual encounter in this story, no matter how small, is between individuals that are eighteen years old or older.
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Three weeks in and, as we were just starting to really get to know each other, I found out that she had to travel to Paris, France in four days and would be gone for over three weeks. That was longer than the amount of time that we'd been seeing each other romantically. My heart literally ached that I would be without her for so long. I was quickly falling in love with this young woman. Puppy love, I guess. So, I was really bummed and quite worried, I'm ashamed to admit. I had it bad for her and Paris was supposed to be the most romantic city in the world. With a woman that looked like she did, every Frenchman would be turning up the charm to be with her, to steal her from me, or rather, her love, I realized. She wasn't a possession to be stolen and never would be. I just didn't think like that.
Our romance was still in its infancy and was so precious and fragile that my guts churned whenever I thought about the trip. The worst part was that I knew I wanted to marry this woman and had been making plans in my head on proposing to her. I figured another couple weeks would be perfect. I had already made reservations with a great local restaurant and had found a nice ring that I knew she would love. The date was so close that I could almost taste it. Now, this trip threatened to derail everything, and I would miss her terribly. I didn't know how I could get any work done in my state. Celia let me mope around for a day before she came clean.
She laughed and told me she wanted me to come with her. Things were mostly back on track. I breathed a sigh, relieved at her revelation, and readily agreed and we spent two wonderful nights seeing the city of Paris. Then she dropped the bombshell. She was an honest to the gods, professional model. She had been for going on three years now, and apparently, she was in high demand. That's how she could afford to renovate her family home for her mother.
She had been keeping it from me from the beginning because she hadn't trusted me at first, and then after she had gotten to know me, she was worried how I would react. I told her it didn't bother me and that I'd be proud to escort her to one of her shows. I didn't know what I had gotten myself into, however, because I had to wait backstage as she was repeatedly undressed and redressed in outfits that she might as well have been naked in. Some were sheer, others barely covered anything. I felt both jealous and embarrassed for her, as well as totally turned on. Two dozen other girls were in the same boat and I won't lie to say that it made me uncomfortable as I tried to hide my erection.
At the end of the last set, I asked to use the restroom. It had been a long day and nature was calling. I wasn't gone for more than five or ten minutes when I walked back to see an older man forcing himself on Celia. She had been caught changing and was mostly nude. He had his pants around his ankles and was trying to press his cock into her honeypot. It was the first time my anger got the better of me since I had known her but seeing her struggling to keep the man away from her was too much. I walked right up to him and threw an uppercut. Watching his limp body fly a good five feet backward made me feel especially triumphant... until I looked at Celia's face. She looked scared and a little angry, but also worried. Not the look of someone that had just gotten rescued.
"Jace, thank you and I love you, but you need to get out of here right now, before anybody sees you," she whispered forcefully at me. "Go!"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused. "That old guy was about to rape you. He's the one that should be running and hiding."
"You're right, but that's not the way it works here," she told me. "There is no minimum age of consent here, and that man is one of the most powerful men in the fashion industry. If he wants to make an issue out of this, my career is over."
"Fine," I agreed testily. "But do me a favor and make sure you have two or three other girls with you at all times. That's the only way I'm leaving. I respect your career, but not if it's going to result in you getting raped by some dried-up old prune."
She smiled when I said that to her. "I love you and yes, I'll stay in public with a bunch of us girls sticking together, I promise."
I quickly kissed her and snuck out the back, making it back to our hotel room about half an hour later. She arrived a couple of hours after that with a big smile on her face.
"Guess what?" she squealed in delight.
"What's that?" I asked, smiling back at her good mood.
"When Mr. Fytts, that fashion designer, woke up... well, he didn't remember a thing about what had happened. In fact, it took him an hour to even remember his name. You really did a number on him."
"That's great," I said, feeling relieved that my girlfriend wouldn't lose her career and I wouldn't be going to some French jail. I noticed Celia was still giddy with another secret she wanted to spill. "... and what else?" I asked, humoring her.
"Don't worry about it," she said matter-of-factly. "It's a surprise and I'm not going to ruin it for you by telling you too early."
"Okay, fair enough," I laughed.
"First things first," she said. "I want you to fuck me again, just like the first time."
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" I asked her as I started unbuttoning my shirt. I let the sentiment hang in the air. She stared at me with hungry eyes and I couldn't wait to be her prey. I pulled the shirt over my head, popping the remaining buttons in the process. Apparently, she was in even more of a hurry, or maybe it was because she was a fashion model, but she was completely naked by the time I had my shirt off.
"Why are you staring?" she whispered, her eyes fluttering.
"Apologies, but I've never seen anyone disrobe so fast before," I whispered back, smiling mischievously.
Giggling again, she playfully shuffled up to me, her hands dropping to my belt. It took her but a moment, and my belt was lying on the floor. This girl had a magical ability to undress in a hurry, and not just herself. Another moment and my pants were at my ankles and then her hands slid down the front of my boxers. As she wrapped her fingers around my erection, she looked up at me with a mischievous grin.
"Oops," she said playfully. "I guess my hands have fallen into your shorts."
We both laughed at her cleverness as she removed my boxers in record time. Then she did something unexpected. She grabbed my cock and pulled it towards the bed, forcing me to follow. Turning me, she pushed me hard and I fell back onto the bed. From the nightstand, she pulled out a blindfold and the gleam in her eye when she looked at me was titillating and terrifying all at once.
"I need you to everything I say," she said. "Do you understand?"
