When she complied without hesitation, he caught a glimpse of her tiny, slick opening with his camera. His cock lurched viciously, as if it had a mind all its own and knew precisely where it was supposed to be—buried fast in Sherona’s tight, hot clasp.
“I think we have our answer,” he murmured as he continued shooting. “The role has overcome you. You like the idea of being taken captive.”
“I like the idea of you watching me. Seeing me.”
He paused and lowered his camera. “I see you, all right. I see the sexiest woman I’ve ever witnessed in my life. I want you to see yourself that way, Sherona.”
“Funny, how you’re doing the looking, but I’m doing the seeing.”
“What do you see?” he asked, raising his camera slowly.
“A sexy man who appea
rs to be getting turned on seeing me naked and helpless,” she said with a Mona Lisa smile that pierced straight through him.
“I’m the helpless one here,” he assured her, clicking off photos in a desperate attempt to capture that punch-to-the-gut smile. “You have all the power in the world. Show me. Lower your arms and touch yourself.”
He thought she’d hesitate, like she had when he’d asked her to come up on her haunches and spread her knees wide. But she didn’t. She swung her bound hands down and let them rest between her thighs.
“You’re blocking my view. Let me see the goodies,” he teased, grinning as he snapped off photos.
She lifted her chin, her glance at him pure, proud hauteur.
“That’s right, gorgeous. You know you hold all the cards,” he muttered under his breath. He didn’t think she could part her thighs much wider, given the rope restraints at her ankles, but she did. As she split her legs wider, she shifted her torso forward, displaying her magnificent breasts more prominently. He swore she knew precisely what she was doing, presenting herself so erotically. Her expression remained smooth, however, the only telltale sign of her arousal her flushed coloring and the glassiness of her doe-like eyes. He wondered if that potent combination of sensuality and innocence wasn’t what had drawn him to her in the first place, what had driven him to this crazy scheme.
She lifted her hands as he’d demanded, showing him her sweet, pink pussy. Her taut belly heaved in and out in a subtle motion as she panted. She delved a finger between the fleshy sex lips that had been driving him near insanity for the past fifteen minutes. He knew for a fact how wet she was by the fluid movement.
Not to mention how glossy her finger looked when she pulled it out of the slick crevice.
He lost all sense of himself as he stood there and photographed her while she plunged her finger up and down between her labia, rubbing her clit strenuously. He went from a tight focus on her pussy to a wider shot of her entire body to narrowing down exclusively on her face as she abandoned herself to wanton lust.
There could be no doubt that she’d given herself wholly to the moment. Her pussy glistened with moisture in the soft evening sun, her breasts heaving delicately as she panted. Christ Almighty, if he couldn’t hear the wet, clicking sounds from flesh rubbing together so briskly. When she subtly began to thrust her round hips against the pressure of her strumming finger and a shaky moan escaped those reddened lips, Chance lowered his camera.
He realized he was gasping for air like he was drowning. He turned away from the essence of beauty and sex, panting. If he kept looking at her, he’d go berserk.
“Chance?”
The uncertainty in her tremulous voice temporarily soothed his raging lust. He took a deep gulp of air and turned toward her.
“I’m sorry. You’re so . . . incredible. This is harder than I thought it’d be.”
She sat there spread before him, her pussy pink and wet, her cheeks flushed, her large nipples erect, her lips parted. She’d stopped touching herself, though. Knowing it was because of the way he’d reacted cut at him.
He returned his camera to his tripod. He was so excited, and he didn’t want to ruin the photos with unsteady hands.
“Will you continue?” he asked her quietly after he’d framed her up.
She just stared at him for a moment while he existed on tenterhooks. Had he turned her off by turning away like that, overwhelmed? Had he frightened her? he wondered suddenly when he saw her gaze lower to the front of his shorts and his obvious erection. She opened her lips.
“Maybe in order to get into the spirit of things, you could tell me you were going to do something to me if I didn’t touch myself,” she said.
Chance froze. “Like what?”
He saw the elegant column of her throat convulse as she swallowed.
“Make me take you into my mouth,” she replied softly.
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