Page 180 of Captivated By Danger

My mouth slipped apart. When he winked at me, I scattered down the short hallway before I didn’t even make it into my outfit. In my room, there were flowers everywhere and many boxes that would probably take me days to go through. I didn’t care what he bought, the flowers and the personal words wouldn’t top anything he would ever get me. If there were a chance that he could get me pregnant twice, that would happen tonight.

Nearly thirty minutes later, I was showered and shined up like a new penny and ogling myself in the mirror. He was going to love this leather green harness cut-out bra, garter, and crotchless skirt combo. The accessory was a choker that doubled as a leash. To top it off, I’d purchased a pair of ultra-high ankle strapped stilettos that I had to practice walking in. After spraying a few pumps of perfume on, I strutted out of the room to see that he wasn’t in there. I walked out of the room, down the hall, and back into the living room to see him setting up his camera. He’d taken his shirt off and his back muscles were poking out at me.

“I heard you tip-toeing…” he’d paused when he turned and saw me.

His mouth dropped open with his hand frozen on his camera.

“I need to sit down,” he said, tapping his chest.

He walked around the couch and sat down. He’d pulled a chair in the middle of the room and surrounded it with flowers, setting up a whole shoot. He never half-stepped when it came to anything he did.

“Damn, I can’t breathe, Grey,” he sighed.

I walked over to the chair and sat down, spreading my legs, showing him my pussy.

“Where do you want me, Daddy?”

I relaxed my shoulders and poked my chest out like he’d taught me. I left off the nipple covers, so my nipples were on full display.

“Fuck.”

He inhaled deeply and exhaled before going back to the camera.

“This lighting is perfect. One, two, three.” He took a picture. “Just double checking. Hell yeah.”

He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting his bulge hang out.

“Shit was starting to hurt.”

I blushed.

“Come to the edge of the seat. Spread your legs wider.”

With every click of the camera, I started to feel myself.

“Both hands on those pretty ass titties. Yes.”

When he adjusted himself, I bit my lip.

“Put one hand on your pussy, and spread your lips,” he spoke hoarsely.

After he snapped a few, I slipped two fingers inside of me and finger fucked myself. Closing my eyes, my head fell back, enjoying it. I hadn’t touched myself since I been away from him. My pussy was starting to drip. The more he snapped, the faster I fingered myself.

“No. Slow down, Grey. Bring yourself to a release slowly,” Diesel coached me.

I pinched my nipple.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Add another finger. Fuck, yeah.”

“Oh my God,” I sighed.

“Grab your leash and wrap it around your hand. Pull it.”

I did as I was told.

“Mmh. Deeper. Push your fingers deeper, Ms. Greysen,” he commanded.

“Oo, this feels so good.”

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