the worst day of my life when my father told me I needed to move schools. I didn’t though, all he wanted was me away from Jay. Most of the kids at college heard the rumors, and I wanted them to. That month I left school and only finished my degree later in life.
It’s also the day I walked out of that tiny one-bedroom apartment and never looked back. That’s what he asked me to do. He let me leave, forced me to. And I let him. Sitting on my bed, I open the box and pull out the photos.
As soon as they’re spread out, I stare at them. I still don’t understand why he pushed me away. Why didn’t he fight for us? For me? I have tried to makes sense of what happened, but I can’t. Glancing at each picture, I pick up one in particular. A black and white shot where I am dressed in a charcoal corset with red lace, the matching thong fitted me perfectly.
When Jayce saw me, the hunger that filled his expression sent heat over my skin warming me like a blazing fire in the dead of winter.
He always had a way of making me feel like I was the only person in the world. That nothing else mattered. He saw through the rich girl tag that everyone put on me and found the real me. The way a camera flash cuts through the dark, he used to shine his light through me. Always capturing the best part of me. My Flash .
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“ J ayce , I want to pose for you again.” Since we started dating, he’s shown me pleasures beyond what my mind can fathom. He’s made me feel, ache, beg, and cry, but he’s also made me soar. I love posing for him, having those ice blue pools wash over me, making me feel desired.
There’s something about the way the flash lights up a dark room that sends a thrill of excitement through my body like little sparks of electricity turning me on like a light switch. It makes me want his hungry gaze on me.
“Are you sure? You know you don’t have to.” He loves it, it’s in his expression. The need to have complete control over my body. To command my movements, my body, my poses. I nod. With a smile, I drop the dressing gown and I swear his eyes sparkle, as if millions of stars just blinked on in the dark sky. The blue is luminous in my dimly lit bedroom.
“Do you like?” I twirl, giving him a three sixty view of the red and charcoal lace corset. The ribbons criss-cross along the length of my torso, down to the small of my back.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” When he leans in to give me a kiss, I pull him in, savoring the taste that is Jayce Alexander. I never thought I would want to please a man in such a way that he controls me, my body, and my pleasure, but with him, it comes naturally.
When he breaks the kiss, a whimper tumbles from my lips. The naughty smirk that tugs at his mouth has butterflies freewheeling in my belly.
“Flash, please?” His eyebrows furrow in confusion and I know it’s because of the name I called him. “You have brought out hidden parts of me, Jayce. You see who I am inside. The flash of a camera lights the dark and focuses on the hidden. Capturing it with a photo, you capture me with your heart.”
His hands trail down to my hips, gripping them and tugging me closer. The fact that he knows how to make my whole body ache with a need I have never known, has me wanting to please him in the same way. To show him how much I am falling, deeply and unquestionably. He’s my Flash, it’s the only way I can describe how I see him.
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H e owned me , completely and irrevocably. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do with him, for him. Trust is something he never had to ask of me, it was his from the first day we met. That was five years ago, now at twenty-six, I am still alone, missing him. I had known Jayce a lot longer than the years we dated, I remember him when he was at school. A senior.
He was always with Luke, his best friend. I didn’t think he ever noticed me, at least he didn’t act like he did. Until my high-school graduation, when he walked right up to me and told
It’s also the day I walked out of that tiny one-bedroom apartment and never looked back. That’s what he asked me to do. He let me leave, forced me to. And I let him. Sitting on my bed, I open the box and pull out the photos.
As soon as they’re spread out, I stare at them. I still don’t understand why he pushed me away. Why didn’t he fight for us? For me? I have tried to makes sense of what happened, but I can’t. Glancing at each picture, I pick up one in particular. A black and white shot where I am dressed in a charcoal corset with red lace, the matching thong fitted me perfectly.
When Jayce saw me, the hunger that filled his expression sent heat over my skin warming me like a blazing fire in the dead of winter.
He always had a way of making me feel like I was the only person in the world. That nothing else mattered. He saw through the rich girl tag that everyone put on me and found the real me. The way a camera flash cuts through the dark, he used to shine his light through me. Always capturing the best part of me. My Flash .
----
“ J ayce , I want to pose for you again.” Since we started dating, he’s shown me pleasures beyond what my mind can fathom. He’s made me feel, ache, beg, and cry, but he’s also made me soar. I love posing for him, having those ice blue pools wash over me, making me feel desired.
There’s something about the way the flash lights up a dark room that sends a thrill of excitement through my body like little sparks of electricity turning me on like a light switch. It makes me want his hungry gaze on me.
“Are you sure? You know you don’t have to.” He loves it, it’s in his expression. The need to have complete control over my body. To command my movements, my body, my poses. I nod. With a smile, I drop the dressing gown and I swear his eyes sparkle, as if millions of stars just blinked on in the dark sky. The blue is luminous in my dimly lit bedroom.
“Do you like?” I twirl, giving him a three sixty view of the red and charcoal lace corset. The ribbons criss-cross along the length of my torso, down to the small of my back.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” When he leans in to give me a kiss, I pull him in, savoring the taste that is Jayce Alexander. I never thought I would want to please a man in such a way that he controls me, my body, and my pleasure, but with him, it comes naturally.
When he breaks the kiss, a whimper tumbles from my lips. The naughty smirk that tugs at his mouth has butterflies freewheeling in my belly.
“Flash, please?” His eyebrows furrow in confusion and I know it’s because of the name I called him. “You have brought out hidden parts of me, Jayce. You see who I am inside. The flash of a camera lights the dark and focuses on the hidden. Capturing it with a photo, you capture me with your heart.”
His hands trail down to my hips, gripping them and tugging me closer. The fact that he knows how to make my whole body ache with a need I have never known, has me wanting to please him in the same way. To show him how much I am falling, deeply and unquestionably. He’s my Flash, it’s the only way I can describe how I see him.
----
H e owned me , completely and irrevocably. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do with him, for him. Trust is something he never had to ask of me, it was his from the first day we met. That was five years ago, now at twenty-six, I am still alone, missing him. I had known Jayce a lot longer than the years we dated, I remember him when he was at school. A senior.
He was always with Luke, his best friend. I didn’t think he ever noticed me, at least he didn’t act like he did. Until my high-school graduation, when he walked right up to me and told
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