Captured by You (One Night of Passion 1.60)

“‘Blimey,’” she repeated uncertainly. “That’s good, right?”

His grin was sex distilled. “You better believe it, gorgeous.”

She couldn’t help but return his smile.

“Well . . . I’ll let you decide where to set up. You know the best angles for light and everything,” she said.

He nodded once and walked several feet ahead of her, casing the area with the tight focus she’d observed earlier at the co-op. Her heart did a little flip-flop when he paused, placed his backpack on the ground and spread the blanket on the meadow grass.

“Here?” she asked in a quavering voice.

He nodded and knelt to his pack. “The lake is great, but I like the evening light in the meadow more. Besides, the lake calls to mind a vacation getaway, while I want to convey—”

“A perv kidnapping an innocent woman so that he can have his way with her?”

His eyebrows rose at her droll comment. “You changing your mind, Sherona?” he asked, drawing his tripod out of his backpack. He also withdrew a bottle of water and handed it to her.

“Just tell me again that you’re not that perv,” she said, still clutching the black ropes with one arm as she grabbed the bottle.

“I don’t think I’m a pervert,” he said, standing up. “But if you think I am because I want to photograph you naked and tied up, then that’s all that counts. We’ll leave right now.”

“Everybody is entitled to their thing when it comes to sex,” she said quietly after taking a swig of water.

“I’m glad you think that. I happen to agree one hundred percent, as long as the participants are one hundred percent consenting and responsible adults.”

She bit at her bottom lip and glanced down at the black rope. “I’ll pose for you for the photographs—do anything that you want. But . . . if you touch me at any time, I want the camera turned off. I’m not agreeing to having you take photos of me while I’m having sex.”

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“No worries. If that’s the way you want it, that’s the way it’ll be,” he said quickly, wanting to reassure her. He could tell it hadn’t been easy for her to say that. On the other hand, her declaration had made his cock lengthen. Her comment had alluded to the fact that she expected to have sex with him, didn’t it?

Was this a blessed day or what?

“So what do you want me to do?” she asked awkwardly.

“I suppose we could start by having you take off your clothes,” he said, bending to straighten his tripod.

Sherona set down the black coils of rope and unbuttoned her blouse.

He saw her undressing from the corner of his vision, but forced himself to keep his gaze fixed on his task. Something told him that Sherona needed some evidence of his restraint, and drooling as she temptingly stripped down to her naked skin definitely wouldn’t demonstrate that.

Still, he was only a man, and she was beyond sexy. He glanced up from his camera when she drew off her skirt and stood on the blanket, wearing only a tight tank top and matching panties. She looked up and saw him staring.

She held his gaze as she drew her panties down over her long legs.

Blood pounded into his cock, stiffening him to stone in an instant. Her image was arousing enough, but her expression; she liked showing herself to him, tempting him.

And was he ever tempted, he thought numbly as he stared at the juncture of her slender thighs. Her pubic hair was trimmed so short, he could clearly make out her fleshy sex lips, the slit between them beckoning him.

He couldn’t wait to see her spread wide. His sexual hunger mounted until it felt as if it gripped at his throat. His nostrils flared in arousal when she reached for a strap of her camisole and started to lower it. She watched his reaction, seemingly as mesmerized as he was. The clinging material lowered slowly over the upper swells of her shapely breasts. The nipples popped out, pink

and distended.

A sharp pang of lust caused his cock to lurch.

This was going to be more of a torture than he’d realized.

“Stop,” he said suddenly.