Revealed by You(49)

Brett, of course, was not beside me. The guy worked way too much. Since we had the Vegas trip in two weeks, he needed to get the benefit under way, which was tonight.

I yawned and trudged to the bathroom. Turning on the bath, I glanced in the wall length mirror beside the shower and gasped.

My heart gave a start as I neared the image staring back at me. Dark spots marred my skin. Purple and brown bruises covered my ass. Scratches lined my pale back. My heart thudded. I knew we had been rough the night before but I had no idea…a breath left me and I took a step closer to the mirror. Turning, I grazed my fingers over the pink flesh of my rear. Memories of his palm swatting me sent a warmth spreading over my skin.

My muscles twitched and ached every time that I moved. My skin burned when I touched the marked spots. My stomach tumbled. I felt possessed, used. Owned. It was the most exhilarating moment of my life. I felt wanted.

“Do you like seeing my marks on your body, lover?”

I jumped, my gaze meeting Brett’s in the mirror. He leaned against the doorjamb and rubbed his chin. He was a beautiful sight. His black satin pajama pants hung low on his hips, the muscles of his naked chest, stretching as he breathed.

My core swelled, attuned to him in a way I never thought was possible. I didn’t think it could be done but every time I saw him, I became more and more attracted to him.

Words frozen on my tongue, all I could do was nod.

He closed the distance between us and stood behind me before wrapping a hand around my neck. “I have a surprise for you,” he said, inhaling the scent of my skin as he grazed his nose up the side of my neck.

“What?” I breathed. Something hard landed against my chest and I looked down. My eyes widened. An 8x10 picture frame held a black and white photo of me with Brett’s large hand wrapped around my neck. You wouldn’t know it was me by the angle of the picture. All you saw was my mouth and down to my collar bone. But Brett’s hand was what drew me in. His long fingers gripped my neck in a powerful, yet seductive way. It was utterly captivating. The skin around my throat tingled.

The picture showed the viewer strength, domination and control. My lips were parted and the camera caught the hint of my tongue. The photo oozed love but most of all, possession.

“Do you like it?” he asked softly.

I couldn’t help but stare at it before I noticed the four letters written at the top of the dark wooden frame. Mine.

“Brett…I…wow…I love it,” I said, stumbling over my words.

He grunted in approval. “There’s more where that came from.”

“Really?” I had no idea he could take such beautiful pictures. We had played around during the night, him snapping photos of us with his new digital camera. But I didn’t realize they would turn out that good.

“None of the pictures show your face or mine. Just body parts.”

Seeing images of us around our home sent a thrill to the center of my very being.

“I’ll put them all in frames and have words describing each one,” he explained and took the photo from my hands.

“I never knew that you were so talented.”

He chuckled and brushed his knuckles down the center of my body before cupping my sex.

I gasped as he held me tight against him. His one hand wrapped around my throat and the other in a spot that couldn’t get enough of his touch. I was restrained, utterly submitting to him.

“I have many hobbies. Just not enough time for them.” His finger dipped inside of me before bringing it to my mouth. “Did the picture turn you on, Evvie?”

My body hummed, the scent of my arousal on his finger invading my nostrils. “I…I don’t know.” Did it?

“I think it did.” His gaze met mine in the mirror as he brought his finger to his lips. He groaned. “Like honey,” he breathed and licked the tip clean. “Watch how your body responds to my touch, lover.” His fingers grazed over my nipples. The dark pink buds hardened to sharp peaks. His hand around my neck tightened sending goose bumps over my skin.

My chest rose and fell and the more he kept teasing me, the more I could see my clit peeking through the folds of my pussy.

“I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

I frowned, confusion swirling deep inside of me.

A zipper lowered. “Place your hands on the sides of the mirror and hold on.”

I did as he said, my knuckles turning white.

“Watch your eyes darken from lust, your mouth part with small bursts of air as I pound my cock into your sweet pussy.” He brushed his hand down my spine, his deep sapphire gaze trailing down my naked body before colliding with mine. “Ready?”

I nodded.

He thrust into me hard and I whimpered.