Page 49 of Pose for Me

"Oh sweetheart," he purrs, his voice dripping with sinful promise. "You have no idea how much trouble you're in now."

Before I can formulate a response, there's a rustling on the other end of the line. I hear muffled voices, as if River is talking to someone else. My stomach flips as I realize who it must be.

Suddenly, Knox's voice fills my ear, low and commanding. The change is jarring, like being doused in ice water only to be immediately thrust into a raging inferno. Where River's tone was playful and teasing, Knox's brooks no argument. It's the voice of a man used to being obeyed without question.

"Switch to video. Now."

Chapter 30

River

IwatchasRayne'sflushed face fills the screen of the phone in Knox's hand. Even through the small display, her arousal is clear–pupils dilated, cheeks stained a delicious pink, plush lips parted slightly. There's a hint of embarrassment underneath it all, but it only adds to her allure. She looks utterly delectable, and I have to clench my fists to resist reaching out to touch the screen.

We had spent the day questioning locals about any suspicious activity, investigating Rayne’s stalker while we pretended to follow up on leads for our official case. It had been frustrating, hours of dead ends and unhelpful witnesses. But now, seeing Rayne like this, all of that fades away.

Knox takes control immediately, his voice dropping into that commanding tone that never fails to make both Rayne and me shiver with anticipation. "Show us what you were watching," he orders, and I can see the effect his words have on her. Her breath catches, chest rising and falling rapidly.

For a moment, she hesitates, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. I can almost see the gears turning in her head, weighing her options. But then, beautifully, she obeys. The camera angle shifts as she turns her phone, giving us a view of her computer screen.

The video is paused, but the image on display sends heat coursing through my veins. It's a frame from our photoshoot—Rayne sandwiched between Knox and me, her head thrown back in ecstasy, lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure. I remember that moment vividly—the velvet heat of her wrapped around us, the way Knox's fingers dug into her hips, the intoxicating sounds she made as we pushed her to the edge.

"Good girl," Knox purrs.

The camera swings back to Rayne's face, and the sight nearly undoes me. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, lips parted as she pants softly. There's a vulnerability in her expression that makes me want to reach through the screen and pull her into my arms.

"Tell us, baby girl," Knox growls. "Have you touched yourself while watching this?"

Rayne's blush deepens, spreading down her neck to disappear beneath the neckline of her dress. "N-no," she stammers. "I... I wanted to, but..."

"What were you thinking about while you watched it?" I chime in, unable to resist joining the game. "Were you imagining us there with you, touching you, tasting you?"

She whimpers, a soft, needy sound that goes straight to my cock. "Yes," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was thinking about your hands on me, your mouths..."

"Show us," Knox demands, his voice rough with desire. "Put the phone somewhere so we can see all of you. And show us that pretty pussy of yours."

Rayne hesitates, there's a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, a question she seems afraid to ask. Knox's gaze sharpens, reading something in her expression.

"We're at our apartment, sweetheart," he says, his tone softening slightly. "We had planned on showering and changing before handling some business. We were going to bide our time until we could come to you under the cover of darkness."

The tension visibly drains from Rayne's shoulders at his words. She nods, a mixture of relief and renewed arousal flooding her features. With trembling hands, she props the phone up on her desk, angling it to capture her entire body where she sits in her leather desk chair. She's wearing a simple black dress, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. My mouth goes dry at the sight.

Slowly, teasingly, she reaches for the hem of her dress. Her fingers play with the fabric for a moment before she begins to inch it upwards. Inch by tantalizing inch, she reveals more of her creamy thighs. The dress rises higher, exposing the lacy edge of her panties.

"That's it, little Rayne," I encourage, my voice husky with want. "Show us what's ours."

Rayne's breath hitches at my words. In one fluid motion, she shifts and pulls the dress over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside her.

I feel my breath catch in my throat. She's left in a black lace bra and matching panties, the delicate fabric a stark contrast against her pale skin. The lingerie hugs her body perfectly, accentuating the generous swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. Her long, dark hair cascades over her shoulders, a few errant strands falling across her collarbone in a way that makes me ache to brush them aside.

I press myself against Knox's back, feeling the solid warmth of his body against mine. My hands snake around his waist, fingertips tracing the hard planes of his abs through his shirt before drifting lower. I can feel the rigid length of him straining against his pants, and I can't resist palming him through the fabric. Knox grunts, a low, guttural sound that sends shivers down my spine.

"Take off your panties," Knox orders, his voice rough with desire. "Slowly. Show us how wet you are for us, baby girl."

Rayne's lips part, her breathing growing heavier as she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. With agonizing slowness, she begins to slide them down her thighs. The black lace catches slightly on her skin, clinging as if reluctant to let go. As she lifts her hips to work the fabric past her ass, I hear Knox's sharp intake of breath.

Finally, the panties fall to the floor, joining her discarded dress. Rayne leans back in her chair, spreading her legs to give us a full view. Even through the phone screen, I can see the glistening evidence of her arousal coating her inner thighs.

"Fuck," I breathe, my hand tightening around Knox's cock. He pushes back against me, grinding his ass against my own straining erection.

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