The Exposure
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She looked sexy and grown-up. What’s more, she felt sexy and grown-up. Like a woman. The rope wrapped around her upper body, twisted around her breasts, leaving her nipples exposed, and then went behind her back like a halter top.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked.
She nodded and brushed her fingers over the soft coils. “I never knew you could use rope for something like this.”
“I’m just learning,” he said.
“People teach this kind of stuff?”
He gave a little laugh and she felt a bit silly, not at all like the sophisticated woman she’d told herself she was. Of course people taught this sort of thing. You had to learn somehow.
“Yes,” he said in confirmation of what she’d already decided. “I’m a member of a club and they have special classes teaching things like this.” His smile grew wider. “According to them, since I just tied you up, you should be calling me ‘Sir.’”
She wrinkled her nose at the thought of that.
“What’s that look for?” he asked.
“Call you ‘Sir’? Really?” She shook her head. “Never. It reminds me of my dad and that kills my mood.”
“Mmm, I see.” He didn’t seem to have thought of it in quite that way before. “Look at it like this. It turns me on when you call me Sir.”
“It does?” She thought about it some more. “It doesn’t make you feel like you’re my dad?”
“In no way does it make me feel like I’m your dad.” He moved a bit closer, that smile of his hinting at wickedness. “Maybe more like that hot teacher you had a crush on in high school.”
“I didn’t have a hot-teacher crush in high school.” She did actually, but she wasn’t about to tell him about it.
“No?” His eyes seemed to pierce right through her and she knew he realized the truth. “I don’t think I believe you. Tell me who he was.”
She crossed her arms as best she could over her chest. “No.”
“Now I can tell you’re lying.” His smile grew even bigger. “I spank girls who lie to me.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Spank?” Now she knew for certain he had a daddy fantasy going on. “I thought you said you didn’t do the daddy thing.”
“I don’t.”
“But you want to spank me and have me call you Sir.”
“Which has nothing to do with a daddy fantasy.”
“What does it have to do with then?”
“Have you heard of BDSM?”
She told him no and for the next twenty minutes, they talked. She still wasn’t sure she understood everything, but it made a bit more sense. And the way he talked about it made it sound hot.
It became even hotter when he took her over his knee and spanked her.
She lost track of the number of times she came that day. And when she woke up in his arms on Tuesday, he took her again. Tessa laughed when Meagan called her over breakfast and told her she wouldn’t be home just yet.
“Seems like the dress worked,” Tessa said.
Something certainly did, Meagan had to agree. She wasn’t so sure it was the dress, though. Probably, it was that shirt made out of rope.
She ended up begging him to put her in bondage again and he gladly did so. On Wednesday, he wove the rope around the lower part of her body. It was during that hypnotic time that he was binding her, that she began to imagine their future. They could work together as a team: he’d take the pictures and she’d model. Then at night, he could tie her up and have his wicked way with her.
She’d even call him Sir.
It was so perfect. So right. Together they’d be unstoppable. They’d be on top of the world. Heck, they’d own the world.
“Why are you smiling so big?” he asked at one point.
But she wasn’t ready to share her dream just yet. It seemed too soon and she didn’t want to freak him out. Maybe in a month or two. Or six. When they’d been together for long enough that he’d see how good they were together. How much better they would become. Then they’d talk and he’d agree how perfect they were, and then they’d be together forever.
She got giddy just thinking about how wonderful it was all going to be.
“Nothing,” she answered. “Just happy.”
“Me, too,” he said, and her heart soared because it sounded as if he was already well on the way to seeing how good they were going to be.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, needing to feel him.
He pulled her close and gave her one of those kisses that made her entire body feel electric. She wondered idly if any of the crew at their next photo shoot would be able to tell they were together.
“Do you have another job lined up?” she asked when he pulled back.
He resumed working the rope around her left ankle. “I have a few meetings set up later this week that I can’t blow off. Do you have anything?”
“No.” She didn’t, but she knew the pictures from their shoot were going to be fantastic. It was only a matter of time before people came knocking on her door. She just had to be patient.
She looked down and caught Luke staring at her. He leaned down and nibbled on the inside of her ankle bone. Gah. That felt good. She sucked in a breath and leaned her head back.
She had no problem being patient. No, not at all. Not with Luke here to distract her.
She finally made it back to her apartment on Thursday. Tessa laughed and shook her head when Meagan headed straight to the bathroom for a long, hot soak in the tub.
When he didn’t call that weekend, she told herself it was because he had all those meetings he’d brought up. And she knew how those could be. Get a bunch of creative people together in a room with a bunch of number crunchers and nothing was getting done anytime soon.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked.
She nodded and brushed her fingers over the soft coils. “I never knew you could use rope for something like this.”
“I’m just learning,” he said.
“People teach this kind of stuff?”
He gave a little laugh and she felt a bit silly, not at all like the sophisticated woman she’d told herself she was. Of course people taught this sort of thing. You had to learn somehow.
“Yes,” he said in confirmation of what she’d already decided. “I’m a member of a club and they have special classes teaching things like this.” His smile grew wider. “According to them, since I just tied you up, you should be calling me ‘Sir.’”
She wrinkled her nose at the thought of that.
“What’s that look for?” he asked.
“Call you ‘Sir’? Really?” She shook her head. “Never. It reminds me of my dad and that kills my mood.”
“Mmm, I see.” He didn’t seem to have thought of it in quite that way before. “Look at it like this. It turns me on when you call me Sir.”
“It does?” She thought about it some more. “It doesn’t make you feel like you’re my dad?”
“In no way does it make me feel like I’m your dad.” He moved a bit closer, that smile of his hinting at wickedness. “Maybe more like that hot teacher you had a crush on in high school.”
“I didn’t have a hot-teacher crush in high school.” She did actually, but she wasn’t about to tell him about it.
“No?” His eyes seemed to pierce right through her and she knew he realized the truth. “I don’t think I believe you. Tell me who he was.”
She crossed her arms as best she could over her chest. “No.”
“Now I can tell you’re lying.” His smile grew even bigger. “I spank girls who lie to me.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Spank?” Now she knew for certain he had a daddy fantasy going on. “I thought you said you didn’t do the daddy thing.”
“I don’t.”
“But you want to spank me and have me call you Sir.”
“Which has nothing to do with a daddy fantasy.”
“What does it have to do with then?”
“Have you heard of BDSM?”
She told him no and for the next twenty minutes, they talked. She still wasn’t sure she understood everything, but it made a bit more sense. And the way he talked about it made it sound hot.
It became even hotter when he took her over his knee and spanked her.
She lost track of the number of times she came that day. And when she woke up in his arms on Tuesday, he took her again. Tessa laughed when Meagan called her over breakfast and told her she wouldn’t be home just yet.
“Seems like the dress worked,” Tessa said.
Something certainly did, Meagan had to agree. She wasn’t so sure it was the dress, though. Probably, it was that shirt made out of rope.
She ended up begging him to put her in bondage again and he gladly did so. On Wednesday, he wove the rope around the lower part of her body. It was during that hypnotic time that he was binding her, that she began to imagine their future. They could work together as a team: he’d take the pictures and she’d model. Then at night, he could tie her up and have his wicked way with her.
She’d even call him Sir.
It was so perfect. So right. Together they’d be unstoppable. They’d be on top of the world. Heck, they’d own the world.
“Why are you smiling so big?” he asked at one point.
But she wasn’t ready to share her dream just yet. It seemed too soon and she didn’t want to freak him out. Maybe in a month or two. Or six. When they’d been together for long enough that he’d see how good they were together. How much better they would become. Then they’d talk and he’d agree how perfect they were, and then they’d be together forever.
She got giddy just thinking about how wonderful it was all going to be.
“Nothing,” she answered. “Just happy.”
“Me, too,” he said, and her heart soared because it sounded as if he was already well on the way to seeing how good they were going to be.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, needing to feel him.
He pulled her close and gave her one of those kisses that made her entire body feel electric. She wondered idly if any of the crew at their next photo shoot would be able to tell they were together.
“Do you have another job lined up?” she asked when he pulled back.
He resumed working the rope around her left ankle. “I have a few meetings set up later this week that I can’t blow off. Do you have anything?”
“No.” She didn’t, but she knew the pictures from their shoot were going to be fantastic. It was only a matter of time before people came knocking on her door. She just had to be patient.
She looked down and caught Luke staring at her. He leaned down and nibbled on the inside of her ankle bone. Gah. That felt good. She sucked in a breath and leaned her head back.
She had no problem being patient. No, not at all. Not with Luke here to distract her.
She finally made it back to her apartment on Thursday. Tessa laughed and shook her head when Meagan headed straight to the bathroom for a long, hot soak in the tub.
When he didn’t call that weekend, she told herself it was because he had all those meetings he’d brought up. And she knew how those could be. Get a bunch of creative people together in a room with a bunch of number crunchers and nothing was getting done anytime soon.
