“I really hope all of this has been sanitized,” I mutter.
Behind me, Jaime chuckles.
The three of us are on a stone bench. I have an iron chain wrapped around me, erotically covering my most erogenous parts. Jaime’s sitting behind me and Adam in front. Jaime’s torso is pressed against my spine and my legs are wrapped around Adam, like we’re about to take part in a three-way.
In any other situation, I’d probably be able to have a good time with this—especially with guys like Adam and Jaime. We’d whisper some jokes back and forth to each other, snort and chuckle and piss Britain off a bit, and then have a great shoot.
But all models who don’t have other important obligations (which is pretty much just me) are required to sit and watch all of the other photo shoots, like they’ll learn from them or something. Dallas is already made up with fake cuts and bruises for his sexy bondage shoot with Ella, sitting against the wall of the dungeon with the other models.
Watching us.
“You look in pain, Rylan,” Britain says as she takes a few test shots.
“I thought that was the whole point of the shoot.”
“You don’t look like you’re in sexy pain. You look like you’re in constipated pain.”
Adam busts up laughing right in my face and I smack him on the cheek.
“This is so stupid,” I mutter, trying to blow off my embarrassment. “Where the hell did Britain even get the idea for a shoot like this?”
I watch as Adam shoots Jaime a wicked look. Something happened—something they’re not telling me.
“Ugh, this fucking lens. Something is wrong with this lens.” Britain steps off of the box and hurries to her camera bag in the corner of the dungeon.
“Tell me,” I say to Adam with as much threat as I can muster.
“Let’s just say…” I can tell he’s thinking of his words carefully. “We inspired Britain. During the little game we played last night.”
Jaime’s lips brush against my ear. “Both of us.”
My mouth drops. “You’re shitting me.”
“Don’t get any ideas,” Adam says, even though his amused smile continues to toy with his lips. “We only made out with her a little bit.”
“Simultaneously,” Jaime adds.
“Holy fuck!” I hiss.
“Calm down, calm down, she’ll know we told you,” Adam says when Britain returns.
“Okay.” Britain stands on her box and adjusts the new lens. “Can we get through this quickly without me incessantly barking at the three of you?”
If Britain can handle two guys at once, then I can too.
Even if Dallas is watching me.
I don’t know what goes through me. Jaime tugs on the chain wrapped around me, forcing my back to arch, and suddenly I feel vibrant and hypersexual.
I lean my head back against Jaime’s chest, squeezing my thighs against Adam’s hips. “You aren’t half-bad looking, you know?”
“Are you coming onto me, Evan Cosette?” Adam asks in wicked amusement.
“Bite me,” I tell him.
He scoots backward enough to lie on his stomach in front of me, spreads my legs, and bites me hard right above my hip bone.
The cry that escapes my mouth surprises even myself. I arch back into Jaime and shut my eyes, hearing Britain exclaim, “Perfect!”
Warmth swells in the apex of my thighs, and I know I’m getting most turned on by Dallas watching, praying he’s growing jealous.
Just like I had to be jealous with Kayden hanging all over him in the rain.
After our shoot, Britain uses the dungeon for Ella’s and Dallas’s set. As they get into position, Dallas’s eyes continue to dart in my direction. Britain hums and haws over how she wants the two of them to pose, but Dallas isn’t paying attention.
I guess it doesn’t help that I’m standing just outside the light without wearing my robe, dressed only in my favorite pair of light blue panties that I often wear around set. I have my arms crossed over my bare chest.
Watching him.
Britain wants Ella to go all dominatrix on his ass. Dallas lies stomach down on the ground, wearing nothing other than the leather straps fastened around his body. Ella wears a pair of daring stilettos and black silk panties.
When the shoot starts, I drop my arms and place them on my hips.
Dallas’s eyes flit across my body. Ella steps onto Dallas’s back in a stiletto-clad shoe and his eyes shut in pain.
“Hurt him just a little, Ella. Sorry, Dallas. I hope you don’t mind.”
An AA prop person runs forward and hands Ella a whip. As Ella giggles, all the models who are watching groan or laugh or release a mixture of the two.
“S’fine,” Dallas grunts.
Ella has fun with the shoot. She leans over Dallas and smacks him hard in the ass. I watch as his perfect thigh muscles clench every time, suddenly wishing I was Ella for my sense of pride, and also because whipping Dallas sounds like the best high I’d get all week.
Ella rubs her hand over his ass and down his thigh. Envy grows in me until Dallas opens his eyes and finds mine again, and I clench my legs together.
And then, I swear that he mouths my name, right before Ella’s whip lands with a crack on him again.
Britain
“They aren’t your best shots,” I tell Evan. “But they’re decent, and sexy.”
We sit on my bed in my lavish suite as I look through the photos. She’s still only dressed in her silk robe. She’s silent as I pick a few of my favorites to send to A.J.
Finally, she says, “So Jaime and Adam told me how you were inspired for today’s shoot.”
I stop breathing, looking up at her. They did not. “What did they say?”
She cocks a deviant eyebrow. “How someone enjoyed having two mouths on her a little too much.”
I feel my face flush. “Don’t tell anyone.”
Evan rolls her eyes. “Please. You should be proud of yourself—having two gorgeous male models who want to please you without a camera on them.”
“It wasn’t even… having both of them.” I shudder at the thought of that amazing kiss.
Evan raises her eyebrows, crossing her arms. “It’s Jaime, isn’t it?”
I groan and drop the iPad, falling back onto the bed. “What is wrong with me?”
She giggles. “Well, whatever he did to you, it got you into a super-kinky think mode, which is what A.J. is looking for, correct?”
“Yeah. So?”
“My suggestion?” she says as I sit up. “Keep it up with him.”
The thought of living out my teenage fantasies once again sparks a crazy electric feeling right at my core, and I nearly moan from the thought. “It’s not that simple.”
“I’m not saying that you need to fall in love with the guy,” Evan says, examining her cuticles nonchalantly. “All I’m saying is that you should use him. It’s the least he can do to pay you back after all of those years of teasing and torment.”
I raise my eyebrows. “An apology,” I muse.
The best apology of all.
I’m not expecting A.J. to call me.
“Not good enough,” he tells me. “Not at all.”
“What?”
“Honestly, Britain, if you refuse to listen to me, then I’m going to have to pull the whole project from you.”
What the fuck? What happened to the artistic license that he promised me? “It was a last minute idea. I thought it would be sexy.”
“Sexy? It was practically cute!” A.J. cries. “Listen, Britain. I like you. I gave you freedom to do what you want because I thought that you’d like to push yourself.”