Ingrid had said the magic words just not how he had expected. It didn't matter to him though. He stepped over to his bag unzipping it as he set it on a nearby table. Draven slid the shirt up. The fabric slid up his perfectly developed abs. He had spent hours in the gym perfecting his body. It was his profession to look good. He folded the shit and set it in the bag.<br/><br/>Then his pants were next to go. He knew where he had come to shoot and didn't bother to wear any underwear. Though he had them in his bag if needed them. His long black member rested gently against his thigh. It wouldn't for long when Ingrid got her way he thought with a smile. He made his way to his waiting for photographer. Taking his time. He thanking god it wasn't cold in there as He let Ingrid take in his body. The thought of having her body made his visible cock jump again.<br/><br/>He smiled knowing she saw what happened. It was kind of hard to miss. "I think your going to have to come over hear and tie me up." He said to Ingrid. Not taking his attention from her. She was the boss after all and had to postion him where she wanted but his statement had had just enough sex as he wanted. The tension all three of them created was palpable.<br/><br/>He wondered if they would make it through the entire shoot. he doubted it. They would prob have to do another if they didn't finish this one. Draven put those thoughts away for the moment as he waited for secret to tie him to the barrel. He extended his wrist to her wishing he was giving her something else.