Page 229 of Well Played

Was she unhappy? Or did he happen to come along at the right time?

Or the wrong time?

I’m so confused.

Nick stood back, likely admiring his handiwork.

I rose from the chair he’d indicated I plunk my ass in and made my way over to him.

He gazed at me. Then offered me a wide grin.

“This is where you’re at your happiest, I assume.” I whispered the words.

“Yeah, pretty much.” His smile widened. “I have other talents as well.”

I eyed the St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner, the huge bed with obvious restraints, as well as the wall adorned with whips, floggers, crops, various other things I couldn’t identify, along with a wicked-looking leather strap. When Yaz told me this guy was into BDSM, I’d done some furtive searches. Since that’d only been a couple of days ago, I hadn’t done nearly the amount of research that would make me comfortable placing myself—or Yaz—into this guy’s hands.

Yet she’d said she was coming here. So I had the choice of getting with the program or being left behind. I didn’tactuallybelieve he was a serial killer. I also wasn’t certain what kind of damage he could do to Yaz when I wasn’t here. Psychological as well as physical. She had to be in peak shape for what we did. No distractions. No injuries. Even a bruise could derail her.

“When will you let her down?”

Her eyes remained closed and her breathing shallow.

“Soon. There’s no pressure on her joints, and she won’t bruise.”

Echoing my own concerns.

“Why do you do this?”

He met my gaze with his intense blue eyes. “Because I can? Because it brings pleasure to both me and my partner? Because I see beauty?” He winced. “I meant to ask if I could take a photo for my private collection.

Immediately I went on high alert.

He held out his hand in anI mean you no harmgesture. “I take the photos on my digital camera, print them out, then delete the originals.”

Sounded reasonable, but I still worried.

“You can take my picture.” Yaz’s sweet voice carried through. “I’d like a copy for myself. And for Kaden.” She opened her eyes and met my gaze. “I think he’d wank off to it, given half a chance.”

You’re not wrong. Not only because she looked stunning—but because Nick had done this. The intricacy. The intimacy.

Nick moved to a wardrobe where he pulled out a drawer and withdrew an SLR camera. Incredibly fancy and mighty expensive. Slowly he removed the lens cap, placed that on a table, and then began to move around his masterpiece, taking photographs from every angle.

Finally, he stopped by Yaz’s face. “I’ll let you down in just a moment.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “I’m very happy.”

“I had a thought.”

“I like thoughts.” She grinned.

“Would you like Kaden to suck your nipples?”

Her green eyes lit. “Oh, yes, please.”

In the intricate designs, he’d left her nipples exposed. I could easily kneel before her and could suck, lick, and bite. My mouth salivated at the idea.

She shifted.

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