30 Second Exposure (Editing)

30 Second Exposure (Editing)

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I wound the hemp rope around my palms and under my thumbs, gripped tight. It slid smoothly across his chest as I stood behind him, enjoying the view of him knelt between my legs. The muscles of his shoulders were tight and tense, a light sweat clinging to the strands of hair along the nape of his neck. "Relax," I said in a soothing tone as I slowly, firmly, drew the ropes toward me. Beck groaned softly as his back arched involuntarily. His head tipped back against my stomach and he looked up at me with dark, needful eyes. I wanted to tell him again to relax, to breathe steady and slow against the bindings. Instead I watched the soft shake of his parted, pinked lips. And I wanted to kiss him. The realization was harsh. The blinding snap of my own camera flash. The loud whir of recharge adding static to my brain. "What?" he managed shakily, the words formed beneath my focus. I thought of how soft they would be. I thought of his warm body under my touch. I thought of how much I enjoyed every picture I had taken, and every picture I hoped to take. I thought of a kiss, here, a first. Upside down, arched close to me. He groaned again and I realized I had pulled on instinct, tightening the soft rope to keep him in place. I thought of it all and I wondered: is this it? Is this feeling what they all talk about? Was this attraction? Sexual attraction? Intimacy? Romance? Was this a crack in the foundation of everything I thought I knew about myself, about him, about what it meant to be ace? I twisted the ropes more around my palms, lowered my head enough that hair scattered around our faces in a protective curtain, and looked deep and long into those haunting eyes. Whatever the world may think. Whatever the labels were. Whatever this was... I wanted those soft pink lips to be mine. ---------- Cover photo: Le Marquis De La Rose Noire Note: This book is wrapped, but will technically have some edits and probably an added chapter or two as I clean it up a bit!
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Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.

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