Page 48 of Pose for Me

Images and video files fill my screen and I instantly flush. It's not as though I haven't since been fucked repeatedly by them, but there's something different about seeing it all laid out before me like this. The raw, unedited footage of our encounter feels almost voyeuristic, even though I was an active participant.

I hesitantly click through some of the images and my heart stops when I open one I distinctly remember him capturing. It's a close up of my face right at the point of climax, I remember seeing my reflection in the lens but it had nothing on what he saw through that glass. I quickly close out of the image as my core throbs with arousal.

I swallow down my nerves and click on one of the video files.

The video starts from the beginning, it’s high quality because I pride myself on my equipment. So I can clearly see the two of them standing in the center of my studio, their eyes hot and hungry as they watch me move around and finish turning all the cameras on. I never noticed it at the time, but I see it now. When I turn back to them in the video, they have focused on each other again.

I give them the go ahead and I watch as Knox reaches for River. I watch and my body feels just as hot at the replay as it did when I watched it in person. The way they move together, how perfectly they fit against each other, each touch, kiss and look clearly showing the level of intimacy and connection between the pair.

I watch, transfixed, as Knox and River move to the bed. Their bodies undulate together, all tattooed hard planes and taut muscle. Knox's hand tangles in River's hair, yanking his head back to expose the long column of his throat. River lets out a guttural moan as Knox's teeth scrape over his pulse point.

My heart races, pounding against my ribcage as if trying to escape. I strain to hear their muffled words and breathy gasps. Without thinking, I reach for the volume, turning it up until their sounds of pleasure fill the room.

"Fuck," River groans, his voice rough with desire. I didn’t hear it the first time, either too distracted or it was just too low, but I hear it through the speakers. "Need her between us."

Knox growls in response, grinding his hips up against River. The friction draws a whimper from River that sends heat pooling low in my belly. I shift in my seat, thighs pressing together as arousal builds.

On screen, I see the moment I lost control of the session. River's eyes locking onto me, a wicked gleam in their depths. I hear us talking, not realizing exactly where he was leading me. In a fluid motion, he plucks the camera from my hands. I remember the jolt of surprise, the thrill of excitement as the tables turned.

Knox wastes no time, his large hands gripping my waist. I watch as I throw my professionalism out the window, but this time I watch the looks pass between them leading up to it, I can see how I had no hope of escaping what they obviously had planned. I listen as the moans and sounds from the speakers grow louder, I watch as Knox devours me. I feel my cheeks flush hot as I watch River set the camera down, angling it to capture the bed. He stalks towards us, predatory grace in every movement.

Unbidden, my own hand drifts lower, skimming over my stomach. I know I should stop, should close the video and shut down the computer.

Instead I skip ahead, unable to bear the building tension. The video jumps to the three of us on the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated skin. Louder moans and desperate whimpers echo through my speakers.

Suddenly my phone rings and I scramble to stop the video, my heart pounding as I fumble with the mouse. The sudden silence is deafening as the moans and gasps cut off abruptly, broken only by the cheerful ringtone. I look down at the screen to see who is calling, my breath catching in my throat as I read the words flashing across the display: 'Your Cute Psycho'.

For a moment, I stare at it, my mind racing. When did River add his contact name in my phone? How did he even get access to it?

With a deep breath, I steel myself and swipe to answer the call. "Hello?" My voice comes out breathier than I intended, a hint of the arousal I'd been feeling moments ago still evident in my tone.

The silence stretches for a long moment. I can almost picture River on the other end of the line, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. My heart pounds in my chest, so loudly I wonder if he can hear it through the phone.

Finally, a low, wicked chuckle breaks the quiet. "Oh sweetheart," River purrs, his voice honey-smooth and dripping with amusement, "what are you up to?"

I have to clear my throat, trying desperately to erase the huskiness from my voice. "I'm working," I insist, wincing at how unconvincing I sound even to my own ears.

River hums, the sound rich with disbelief. I can practically see him shaking his head, those Caribbean blue eyes sparkling with mirth.

I sigh, leaning forward to rest my elbows on the desk. My free hand moves to swipe over my heated face, hoping to cool my flushed cheeks. But fate, it seems, has other plans.

As I shift, my elbow catches the mouse. Before I can react, the video springs back to life on my screen. The room is suddenly filled with the unmistakable sounds of passion–breathy moans, the slap of skin on skin, and then as though to prove it could get worse Knox’s voice growls loudly through the speakers, "Fuck, you feel so goddamn tight wrapped around our cocks."

For a heartbeat, I'm frozen in horror. Then I lunge for the mouse, frantically clicking to stop the playback. But in my haste, I only succeed in turning the volume up higher.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I mutter, my cheeks burning as I finally manage to silence the video.

The silence that follows is deafening. I hold my breath, praying that somehow, miraculously, River didn't hear any of that.

But of course, I'm not that lucky.

"Well, well, well," River's voice comes through the phone, low and dangerous. I can hear the smirk in his tone, the predatory edge that makes my stomach flip. "It seems our little Rayne has been enjoying a private show."

I open my mouth to deny it, to make up some excuse, but nothing comes out. My mind is blank, consumed by mortification and a traitorous surge of arousal.

"I..." I start, then trail off, unsure what I can possibly say to salvage this situation.

River's chuckle is dark and wicked, sending shivers down my spine. The sound reverberates through the phone, rich and velvety, wrapping around me like a physical caress. I can almost see the dangerous glint in his eyes, the way his lips would curl into that devastating smirk that never fails to make my heart race.

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