The Exposure (The Submissive 9)

“I took some pictures of her and Nathaniel months ago and they allowed me to post a few of the ones that don’t show who they are. Rick saw them and asked me if I’d be interested in the bo

ok he was publishing.”

“Did he want Abby to be the model?”

“No, he asked me who I thought would be the best person for the job and you were my first choice.”

“Why me?” she asked.

He couldn’t lie to her, so he told her the truth. “You were made to be in front of the camera. I knew that the first time I took your picture and the years haven’t changed that.”

That information lightened the dark expression she’d had all day. But, unfortunately, if she hadn’t been thinking about him and Abby during the session, there was something else bothering her.

“Since I messed up reading your mind,” he teased, “why don’t you tell me what was bothering you during the scene just now?”

She took a deep breath and drew herself up straight. “Work stuff. I’m not going to think about it now. I’m ready to get to work.”

He wasn’t sure he totally believed her. Maybe he needed to change things up and force her mind to be focused on him alone. “Yes, let’s get back to what we were doing.”

She stood up.

“Sit down.”

A look of confusion crossed her expression, but she sat down.

“I’m going to try something else for the shoot. The book is on artistic BDSM so, if you agree, I’ll run this more like a scene and less like a photography session.”

She nodded wordlessly.

“If you agree, strip and crawl to the middle of the room and wait for me on your knees.”

Lust flashed in her eyes and she quickly undressed and dropped to the floor to start crawling. Luke took advantage of the angle to snap a few shots of her ass. She made it to the middle of the room and waited on her knees. He let her stay there for a bit to get in the proper mind-set; then he took his camera and joined her.

“For the next hour or so, you are mine to control,” he said. “Do you agree?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She was a beautiful woman, no question about it. But on her knees, allowing herself to be dominated, she was stunning.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Red.”

“Noted.” He put the camera down and picked up some silk rope. It wasn’t what he would use for an actual scene, but it worked well for photographs. “Stand up with your hands behind your back.”

She stood. Her compliance must have triggered something in her mind, because she no longer looked troubled. All previous evidence of worry had been replaced by an expression of peace and contentment. And he knew no matter what happened with the two of them in the future, no matter what they did or didn’t do, for this time, right now, she was his. From the look of bliss on her face, she wouldn’t want it any other way.

He took his time drawing the rope around her arms. Done properly, bondage was an art, and though he wanted good pictures for the book, more than that, he wanted to pay homage to Meagan’s body by decorating and restraining her to the best of his ability.

When he’d introduced her to bondage years ago and watched the emergence of her submissive side, he’d thought that she was awe-inspiring. But as he stepped back after binding her arms behind her and seeing the submissive she’d become, he was even more awestruck.

He took his time walking around her, trying to capture with his camera just a touch of the beauty that was her submission, but knowing it was far too vast to ever be conveyed by a mere photograph.

He found he didn’t want to stop. He wanted all of her in his ropes. But, he had reached their agreed-upon time limit.

“Meagan.” The decision would be hers. “That’s our time for the day and I got some beautiful shots. If you want, I’ll untie you and we can wrap up. Or, if you agree, I’d like to continue and see how the rest of you looks bound by my hand.”

“I want more, Sir.”

“If you’re sure,” he said.

“I’m enjoying this. There’s so much freedom to be found like this. I can shut my mind off. It’s so refreshing not to have to think.”

Instead of a verbal reply, he answered by covering her lips with his. It was a kiss he fully controlled. One he took. Bound as she was, she couldn’t touch him, and though she could have taken a step back, she didn’t. She remained still, allowing him to kiss her and letting him know how much she wanted it by kissing him back.

He ended the kiss and slipped a black blindfold out of his back pocket. “To further help you shut your mind off.”

She nodded, but she didn’t have to. She knew he’d stop only if she said her safe word. He secured the blindfold around her head and stepped back.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said in a breathy sigh.

“You like when I take your sight away?”

“Yes, Sir. It frees me even more.”

Yup. She was fucking stunning.

He ran his hands over her body. “You okay with me touching you like this?”

“So okay, Sir.”

He smiled and continued brushing his hands along her body. “I’m going to decorate this gorgeous body of yours with my ropes. It’s silk, so it’ll feel so good against your skin. And when I’m finished, it’ll look fucking fabulous.”

Like before, he bound her slowly, and whispered while he worked. Telling her how sexy she looked, how much it turned him on to have her in his ropes, and how it was going to take him so long to bind her properly, she’d probably still be feeling his silk on her body tomorrow.

“Can you feel them circling your breasts?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Think of the ropes as an extension of my hands. If I could, I’d be like this silk, touching you everywhere. Making sure you felt me all along your body. There’s not a place I wouldn’t touch.” He slipped a hand between her legs. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

“Mm, I really, really like bondage, Sir.”

“I’ll say.” He teased her clit. “Fortunately, I really, really like putting you in bondage.”

Once he finished the upper part of her body, he took more rope and started on her lower half.

“Are you okay in the position you’re in?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

Since she was standing, he wasn’t going to put her legs in any wild and crazy positions. He’d save that for later. When he had her in his bed again.

Oh yes, he would definitely have her in his bed again. There was no way he wouldn’t move heaven and earth to get her there. It didn’t matter that he’d said he’d wanted only one night. One night wasn’t nearly enough.

As he worked the silk around her legs, he peppered kisses along her thighs, feeling pleased as her skin pebbled in gooseflesh.

“You look like a goddess in this silk.”

“Thank you, Sir, but if I look good, it’s only because you make me that way.” She sucked in a breath as his lips drew closer and closer to the juncture of her thigh and torso, but whined when he backed up.

“Not yet,” he said. “I’m not quite ready to reward you for being such a good girl.”

He finished his rope work on her legs, then stepped back to look. He’d been right. She was a different person in bondage. Soft and pliable. The hardened TV executive was gone and in her place was the most amazing submissive he’d ever worked with.

Satisfied with the way she looked, he picked up the camera and took pictures. He knew as he took picture after picture that the second part of the shoot more than made up for the lousy beginning. But even as the photographer part of him rejoiced in the quality of shots he was taking, the Dom part knew he’d achieved the greater victory.