“Stop fidgeting.”

It was the third time Alix had reminded me to stay still, but I couldn’t help myself. I respected his work and didn’t want to ruin it, but something in me was feeling a bit mischievous today.

After our shower discussion two days ago, the two of us had spent several delightful hours together, making the sort of relaxed small talk I’d never imagined Alix and I could have. We laughed and chatted and had sex and ate the last of the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream I’d bought on my way home from work. Then he’d gone home, and I’d been absurdly hopeful as I’d gone to bed. Yesterday had been all work, but it hadn’t been weird. We’d actually gotten a lot done, both in the morning when I was doing the usual paperwork, and in the afternoon, we’d worked on the photograph series. I wasn’t sure if it was because of what we’d done, or if I was just starting to grow into the role I played when I was in front of the cameras, but the session had gone amazingly well.

A part of me had been a bit disappointed when we’d gone our separate ways at the end of the day, with nothing more than an exchange of heated gazes. Which meant I was humming with sexual tension by the time we were ready to start photographing today.

Alix telling me what he had in store for me had only made matters worse.

Because I wasn’t wearing anything. Technically, anyway. The photographs wouldn’t be nudes, but what covered my body wasn’t clothes either.

They were scarves. The same silk scarves he used to bind me were now artistically draped over various body parts to keep things tasteful. What they hadn’t done was keep me from getting impossibly turned on when Alix needed to adjust things, which he’d done.

A lot.

“Have you changed your mind about posing nude for me?” he asked as he walked around to stand in front of me. “Because if you keep moving like that, the pictures I take will expose some...naughty bits.”

I’d been on my knees for the past few minutes while he tried to decide what the best options were for the deep green bits of fabric he was using. This was the basic submissive position, he explained, and those words had twisted the part of me that responded to the world he’d shown me.

“Is that what you want of me?” I asked, shifting again so that the scarves he had covering one of my breasts slipped. “Sir?”

His eyes narrowed, and he reached down to wrap his fingers in my hair. The grip was slightly painful, but it just made a fresh rush of arousal go through me.

“Are you teasing me?” His voice was low, dangerous.

I licked my lips. “Perhaps,” I admitted.

Without a word, he turned and walked a few steps away, set his camera down on the table, then turned back to me. I swallowed hard as he pulled his shirt over his head. He was sculpted perfection, every inch of his torso carved into the sort of definition that made me want to trace each muscle with my tongue.

When his hands went to the top of his jeans, my eyes followed. A flip of a button. The slow lowering of a zipper.

“I think we need to have a little demonstration,” he said as he stopped in front of me again. “A reminder of who’s in charge.”

I liked the sound of that.

He reached down and plucked one of the scarves off, baring my right breast. The nipple was already tight from a combination of arousal and chill, but it wasn’t the cold that made me shiver as he flicked the tip hard enough to sting.

“Keep your hands at your sides,” he said as he folded back his jeans, pushing them low enough to free his cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, stroking it with short, almost rough, strokes. “I’ve been half-hard all fucking day, thinking about what you’d look like with these scarves on. Taking these pictures and trying not to think about how fuckable you are, is driving me crazy.”

It was nice to know that I wasn’t the only one who’d been distracted.

“Open.”

I parted my lips, hands clenching as he slid his cock between them. He rocked his hips as I closed my mouth around him, savoring the feel of his soft skin against my tongue. When he ran his fingers through my hair, I closed my eyes, focused everything on my non-visual senses. The weight of him, the taste. The things that made him...mine.

“You need to understand something, Sine.” His voice was surprisingly even considering the tension I could feel in his fingers as they pressed against my scalp. “No one – no one – gets to see this part of you but me. When I reveal this series, I want every man and woman to covet you, want to be you or want to be with you, want to see those pieces of you that I’ve kept for myself.”

As he tightened his grip on my hair, I opened my eyes and looked up at him to find him watching me. He eased forward, filling my mouth with as much of him as I could take. I fought the instinct to gag, dug my nails into my thighs to prevent myself from reaching for him. I trusted him not to go too far. He’d never hurt me, not intentionally.

“I mean it, Sine.” He held me in place, his gaze burning into me. “This part of you is mine.”

Just as my eyes teared up, he backed off, releasing my hair and letting me have a moment to gasp and cough. I knew he was watching me to make sure I was okay, and I was.

I was more than okay, actually. I was wet and throbbing and desperate...and trying to not read too much into what he’d said.

“Hands and knees.” His voice was tight, telling me he wasn’t as calm as he was trying to appear.

I did as he said, letting the scarves fall to the floor. He moved around behind me, and for a moment, I thought I would feel him slide right into me. But he didn’t. I heard him moving around for a minute or so, and then he was kneeling behind me, fingers brushing against my hip.

“Last week, do you recall a certain wager between you and I regarding your ability to refrain from coming?”

I froze as the bet came rushing back to me. Particularly the part about what would happen if I lost. Because I had lost.

Which meant that I wasn’t exactly surprised to feel Alix’s finger dip inside my pussy, then move up to that other entrance.

I hissed as the tip of his finger penetrated my ass, but I didn’t ask him to stop. I never thought about doing this before the moment Alix had challenged me, but if it was with him, I was willing to try anything.

“Fuck,” I groaned as his finger pushed forward, its way slicked by what I assumed was lube, or something similar.

“Relax.” The command was impossibly gentle and firm at the same time. “Spread your legs a bit more.”

My knees slid farther apart as his finger moved in and out, getting me used to the burning sensation that came with this sort of penetration. As I felt the second finger join the first, I tensed up, then shuddered as his other hand reached underneath me, fingers finding my clit. He moved them in slow circles, slowly building my arousal again, mingling the two sensations until I pushed back against his twisting fingers.

“Are you close?”

I nodded.

“Are you going to come with my fingers in your ass?”

I nodded once, then stopped before I did it again. “Only if you say I can.”

He chuckled, and I shuddered. I loved that sound.

“Good answer.”

I whimpered as he pressed his lips against the base of my spine. “May I come?”

“Only if you’re ready.” After a beat, he added, “When you start coming, I’m going to replace my fingers with my cock.”

I was so close, I could feel my muscles quivering in anticipation, feel the pressure building until I knew I was right at the edge.

“I’m ready,” I breathed. “Please, Alix.”

“Come for me then.”

I let the pleasure flow over my skin, through my mind. As I reached the peak, he was there, pushing inside me, steadily filling me one inch at a time, until I couldn’t distinguish between the pleasure and the pain, between where I ended and he began. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I curled my fingers against the floor, gasping for breath, my arms shaking.

He didn’t stop until he was completely inside me, and then his hands were moving over my ribs, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, moving down between my legs, manipulating all the different parts of me until another orgasm ripped through me. Only then did he begin to move again, driving into me at a steady pace, even as he pulled me up until my back was against his chest, one arm around my waist with his fingers between my legs, the other arm across my breasts, his hand resting on my throat.

“You haunt me, Sine McNiven.” His breath was hot on my cheek as he spoke. “I can’t get you out of my head. I see you everywhere.” He nipped at the side of my neck. “And I want you to see me. Feel me. Always.”

“I do,” I managed to say as I spiraled toward another climax. “I do.”

When I shattered this time, he was right there with me. And he was all I saw, all I felt.

And in that moment, I knew that he had the power to break me.