That’s wrong. I don’t want to trick him.
Especially because I’d be trapping Lola, too, in a situation she had no say in. I’d become the mother of her brother or sister.
Could she ever be okay with that?
“Faye,” Felix snarls passionately.
“What?” I whimper. “Sorry.”
“I said, reach back and grab your ass. Pull your cheeks apart for me.”
My heart starts thundering. My skin is warm with sweat, layers of it sliding down me. My hands tremble, and my thoughts riot.
Has he done this before, with other people? Is this the norm for him?
But, at this moment, with him looking so obsessed with me, I can’t think about that. I can only pray it’s not true.
He only wants me.
Pleaselet that be the case.
“Is that for the shoot too?” I ask.
“No,” he says darkly. “That’s for me. I want to see it.”
I flinch, realizing we’ve crossed a threshold.
We can’t pretend this is for any artistic reason anymore.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because you’ve got the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. And I can tell you’re getting excited. I bet you’re wet, maybe even soaked for me. I want to see it on your panties. Do it for me, Faye. Like a good model. Don’t make me ask you again.”
I moan softly, bite down, and kill the noise. But Felix didn’t miss it. He flinches as though I’m breaking down his restraints.
Careful. This can only go so far.
It shouldn’t go anywhere.
Lola.
But her name is drifting away, difficult to focus on under the weight of all these cravings. We’re starving for each other.
Or I am for him.
He wants me, though. That’s more than I ever could’ve dreamed.
“You want me?” I ask.
He steps forward, letting the camera drop and hang from the strap around his neck.
He pauses a few feet away, staring down at my ass.
“Yes,” he snarls. “Now reach back and spread those perfect fucking ass cheeks.”
His tone of voice drives me, the deep and stern want in it. I’ve always wondered what it would be like, to feel like to be the object of Felix’s interest.
A lying part of me whispers that this is okay.