Under the bed there's a small gift. I pull the wrapping off. It's a gourmet honey set, and there's a card attached that reads "think of me when you're licking your lips."
I turn the card over and there's another message. "Check the iPad. There's a new folder. You'll find it very interesting. Very, very interesting."
Damn. Where did I leave the iPad? On the couch. It's sitting in the middle of the couch, its glass screen as innocent as could be.
I unlock the screen and open the pictures application. Sure enough, there is a new folder. Alyssa's Special Secret Folder to be Opened Only by Luke.
My fingers hover over the screen, my tongue sliding over my lips.
This is going to be good.
It's better than I imagined. Pictures of Alyssa. A slide show of sorts. She starts off fully clothed but loses layer after layer until it's just her in lingerie--the most gorgeous black lace lingerie I've ever seen. It hugs her body beautifully, barely covering her chest or ass.
But this isn't it. This is only photo fifteen of a fifty-photo set.
My blood flows to my cock. There are thirty-five more pictures of my gorgeous girlfriend. They are here for me to savor at my leisure. It almost feels wrong how lucky I am.
And these aren't tits and ass photos. She's looking at the camera, looking at me like she wants to fuck me. She trusts me enough to give me these pictures. She trusts me enough to leave me with photos that could cause major damage to her career.
She trusts me.
I abandon any intention I had of waiting. I'm overtaken with instinct. I need to see these, to see all of her.
She slides out of her bra over three pictures. And it's just her, a coy smile on her face, her hair hanging over her eyes, her hands digging under her panties.
Then she's out of her underwear. She looks so fucking sexy. So confident.
But it gets better.
In the next picture she's touching herself. It's not shy or coy or demure. She's looking at the camera, at me, as she fills herself with pleasure. It's a demand or a dare or maybe just payback for every time I've tortured her.
I don't know, and I don't care. It's hot as hell, and there's more of it. A dozen pictures of her, every part of her, while she brings herself to ecstasy.
My breath catches, heavy and strained. It's a dare, right? I'm not about to let a dare go unanswered.
CHAPTER NINE
Alyssa
My phone greets me bright and early. Seven a.m. Somehow the sun is already high in the sky, the streets below me already filled with people. At least, they look like people from here.
As I swipe away the ever so tempting snooze, I see a silver lining. A new message from Luke.
Alyssa Summers, you are the devil.
I grin. So he found the present. I have to admit, it was terrifying to take those pictures and even scarier to leave them waiting for him, but it's worth it knowing he enjoyed them.
But two can play that game. Check your email. Should be a very interesting link in there.
Fuck.
I rush to my computer and open my inbox. There is an email from Luke, a sweet little email just begging for my click. But can I do it now? I have to exercise, shower, and eat breakfast before I leave for rehearsals. And it's not like I can call him now. It's four a.m. on the West Coast.
Maybe I should wait.
But my heart is racing and my breath is shallow. Hell, I feel a lightness in my chest, a growing need between my legs. It might be nothing. Luke didn't necessarily send me several dozen pictures of his amazing body, naked.
My heart thuds against my chest. Fuck the gym. I'll go after rehearsals if that's what it takes. Or I'll skip breakfast. I have to see this now, even if I wait until later to...