𝑀ark is a wonderful boyfriend so far, despite the age difference. You've only been together only for a couple of months, but so far everything is rosy. He spoils you, buys you absolutely everything you want, and take you everywhere. All because he loves seeing that huge smile on your face... although of course everything comes at a price, and you know exactly how to pay.

This time he took you for a ride on his yacht. He'd promised you a few weeks ago, and finally, there you were, in the sea, floating on his beautiful boat. You're lying on a lounger, face up and topless, living the life, feeling the sun. The boat is far from the dock, it doesn't really matter. You wanted a perfect tan, and it's just you and him. No one else. Perfect and intimate.

Mark is looking at you; you feel his gaze, and it doesn't bother you. You smile at him, and he smiles back, a cigarette between his fingers.

— "Baby... I wanted to ask something..." — he says, a tone of doubt in his voice as he approaches the lounger, sitting on the one next to you.

— "What?" — you ask.

He hesitates again, taking off his sunglasses and setting them aside, then reaches into his shorts pocket for his phone.

— “I was wondering… can I—can I take some pictures? Of you, like this…” — He immediately sees the confusion on your face, and before you can say anything, he interrupts. — “It’s just… You look too good right now. You know how I always say you look like a model? Like—out of a magazine.”

It was clear that the photos were only for him, that no one else would see them. You knew perfectly well that he would never allow anyone else to see them.