she
groaned. “It’s going to be wet for your pictures.”
“I want you wet.” He reached under the hem of her skirt,
cupping the heat of her in his hand, grinding the heel of his palm against her.
He was rough and quick and the touch brought a cry to her lips. “They’re for me
anyway. I want you turned-on, ready to fuck…”
Lacey gasped as he pushed a finger inside her.
“Ah…yes. You’re hot. Hot, wet, slick…that’s how I want you.”
She was gasping by the time he lifted his head and she wouldn’t have minded if
he decided to try the bed out.
But instead, he moved away and went to his bag. She watched
as he checked his phone, punched something in.
Scowling, she tugged at the restraints on her wrists and
then glanced around. The scuff of leather on wood had her looking back up and
the sight of the strips dangling from his hand made her belly twist. Heat
drenched her.
“You game?” he asked quietly, lifting the gag.
Gags didn’t always do it for her. Sometimes she wanted to
scream. Sometimes she wanted to be the one asserting the dominance…and it was a
fight to get Lou to let her. When he did, it made it that much fulfilling.
Today, though, she needed more. A lot more.
“I’m game for whatever the hell you want to do,” Lacey said,
her voice raw and rough. And she’d never meant anything more.
“You sure you mean that?” He shot the phone one more look
and then tossed it over to his stuff, where it landed squarely on the bag.
“Yes.”
A strange little smile tugged at his lips and he went to the
door, flipped a series of locks. “Just in case,” he said. “Sometimes I let
others use the studio but I don’t want my shots getting fucked up.”
Somehow, even as he said it, Lacey knew he wasn’t being
straight up with her. But she was too focused on the ball gag he held, too
focused on the distractions she knew he’d provide. So it didn’t matter. Wasn’t
as if she hadn’t ever done shoots around others before.
Even in her tramp wear, it wouldn’t get to her.
He slipped the gag into place and she blinked, startled. It
wasn’t the ball gag she was expecting—it had an open area in the middle,
hollow. He stroked his thumb down her jawline, touched the bottom edge of the
gag.
“We could have fun with this,” he murmured.
Heat gripped her but he didn’t do anything, just turned away
and went to the cameras he’d already set up.
She stared at him. Are we going to have fun with this?
As though he’d read her mind, he grinned. “Don’t worry. I
plan on having a lot of fun…in a few minutes.”
Brogan stared at the house.
This wasn’t where he’d found Lacey and Lou before.
It was an old house, well done, with a sign in front— Light
& Shadow Photography . Below it in simple block font was Lou’s name. And
there was his truck in the driveway.
On his phone, he had another photograph. Lacey. Seated in a
simple, ladder-backed chair. Hands bound. An O-ring gag. And a look in her eyes
that made his gut burn. Was it his imagination or did he see hunger there?
Need? And that real light that came from those who needed this?
Jerking the key from the ignition, he climbed out of the car
and started for the house.
When Lou stepped out from behind his camera, Lacey tugged at
the cuffs and shot him another look. You ready to stop playing yet?
He smiled at her.
“You know me too well.” He came up to her and said, “Turn
around. Over the damn chair.”
The harsh sound of his voice danced through her like heat
and satin, rubbing against her skin, so soft and so sweet and so wonderful.
She’d missed it. She’d needed this… Too bad this wasn’t exactly who she’d
longed to play all these sorts of games with. Turning around, she braced her
bound hands against the seat of the chair.
Then, a startled moan escaped her as he shoved the sorry
excuse of her skirt up over her ass and spanked her. Hard. A series of stinging
slaps left her reeling and she barely had
groaned. “It’s going to be wet for your pictures.”
“I want you wet.” He reached under the hem of her skirt,
cupping the heat of her in his hand, grinding the heel of his palm against her.
He was rough and quick and the touch brought a cry to her lips. “They’re for me
anyway. I want you turned-on, ready to fuck…”
Lacey gasped as he pushed a finger inside her.
“Ah…yes. You’re hot. Hot, wet, slick…that’s how I want you.”
She was gasping by the time he lifted his head and she wouldn’t have minded if
he decided to try the bed out.
But instead, he moved away and went to his bag. She watched
as he checked his phone, punched something in.
Scowling, she tugged at the restraints on her wrists and
then glanced around. The scuff of leather on wood had her looking back up and
the sight of the strips dangling from his hand made her belly twist. Heat
drenched her.
“You game?” he asked quietly, lifting the gag.
Gags didn’t always do it for her. Sometimes she wanted to
scream. Sometimes she wanted to be the one asserting the dominance…and it was a
fight to get Lou to let her. When he did, it made it that much fulfilling.
Today, though, she needed more. A lot more.
“I’m game for whatever the hell you want to do,” Lacey said,
her voice raw and rough. And she’d never meant anything more.
“You sure you mean that?” He shot the phone one more look
and then tossed it over to his stuff, where it landed squarely on the bag.
“Yes.”
A strange little smile tugged at his lips and he went to the
door, flipped a series of locks. “Just in case,” he said. “Sometimes I let
others use the studio but I don’t want my shots getting fucked up.”
Somehow, even as he said it, Lacey knew he wasn’t being
straight up with her. But she was too focused on the ball gag he held, too
focused on the distractions she knew he’d provide. So it didn’t matter. Wasn’t
as if she hadn’t ever done shoots around others before.
Even in her tramp wear, it wouldn’t get to her.
He slipped the gag into place and she blinked, startled. It
wasn’t the ball gag she was expecting—it had an open area in the middle,
hollow. He stroked his thumb down her jawline, touched the bottom edge of the
gag.
“We could have fun with this,” he murmured.
Heat gripped her but he didn’t do anything, just turned away
and went to the cameras he’d already set up.
She stared at him. Are we going to have fun with this?
As though he’d read her mind, he grinned. “Don’t worry. I
plan on having a lot of fun…in a few minutes.”
Brogan stared at the house.
This wasn’t where he’d found Lacey and Lou before.
It was an old house, well done, with a sign in front— Light
& Shadow Photography . Below it in simple block font was Lou’s name. And
there was his truck in the driveway.
On his phone, he had another photograph. Lacey. Seated in a
simple, ladder-backed chair. Hands bound. An O-ring gag. And a look in her eyes
that made his gut burn. Was it his imagination or did he see hunger there?
Need? And that real light that came from those who needed this?
Jerking the key from the ignition, he climbed out of the car
and started for the house.
When Lou stepped out from behind his camera, Lacey tugged at
the cuffs and shot him another look. You ready to stop playing yet?
He smiled at her.
“You know me too well.” He came up to her and said, “Turn
around. Over the damn chair.”
The harsh sound of his voice danced through her like heat
and satin, rubbing against her skin, so soft and so sweet and so wonderful.
She’d missed it. She’d needed this… Too bad this wasn’t exactly who she’d
longed to play all these sorts of games with. Turning around, she braced her
bound hands against the seat of the chair.
Then, a startled moan escaped her as he shoved the sorry
excuse of her skirt up over her ass and spanked her. Hard. A series of stinging
slaps left her reeling and she barely had
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