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When I get to school on Monday, Emily runs to my locker. She has a terrified look on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“You need to come to the library.”

She grabs my hand and we run into the library. There, on one of the televisions, surrounded by about fifty students, is a video of Danny and me having sex. He’s looking straight at the camera smiling the whole time while I look awkward and uncomfortable on top of him. The camera is at an angle that you can see all of my naked body. That’s why he wanted me on top.

I feel tears stinging my eyes. Everyone turns around and laughs at me, including Danny.

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“That video stayed with me for the remainder of high-school.”

I smile. “Don’t you worry though, Danny got what was coming to him. He was never the same after I was done with him.”

Trevor looks upset. “Don’t be sad for me, Trevor. That was a pivotal moment in my life, but for the better. It made me stronger. It lit a fire in me. It released a beast I didn’t know I had inside me. I don’t know that I would be as successful as I am without that incident. In some ways, the little fucker did me a favor.”

Trevor smiles.

“If it makes you feel good, you’re the only person currently in my life who knows that story. Even Darian doesn’t know. She thinks it’s all about the kink. I’ve never corrected her.”

He softly kisses my lips. “Thank you for trusting me.” He’s quiet for a moment. “So you record the videos as your way of taking back control.”

I shrug my shoulders. “I suppose. I really do enjoy watching them, though.”

“It’s always on your phone, right? Never anyone else’s phone.”

“Yes, always. I decide who sees it and when. I have maintained full control over my sex life since that day. I say who, when, and where. That’s non-negotiable.”

“What about the fact that you like being dominated in the bedroom? That doesn’t actually make sense to me.”

“Relinquishing control is the ultimate power move, Trevor. I have had to manage every aspect of my life nearly every day since my mother got sick when I was sixteen-years-old. Sex has always been my escape in every way possible. I enjoy beingmanhandledas you’ve called it. But make no mistake, the second I don’t want a man to control my body, I know I can stop it. In that regard, I’m still in control. I have the power.”

He looks at me in a way I can’t put into words. It’s love, desire, and admiration all in one.

He whispers in my ear, “You’re so fucking sexy. We need to get out of here. I want you. Badly.” I can feel his need digging into my stomach.

I look around. “It’s not over yet.” I think it might be a little early to bail.

“No one will care.” He deepens his voice. “Now. Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and we make our way back toward our suite.

When we’re in the elevator, he pins me to the wall. I’m breathing heavily as he stares at me. Without breaking eye contact, he moves his hand through the slit in my dress, and up my inner thigh, until he finds his target. As soon as he does, he sinks his fingers inside me.

“You’re drenched.” Yes, I am.

He feels good. I moan loudly. “Ah, Trevor.”

He pumps in and out of me, as my moans increase, and the sounds of my arousal play loudly in the otherwise silent elevator. The elevator rings that we’re at our floor. He pulls his fingers out. I grab his arm. “Please don’t stop.”

He smiles at me. “Patience, Sexy. I havebigplans for us tonight.”

We walk into our room, and I stop short. There are televisions set up everywhere. There are five large screens and one camera set up on a tripod. They’re all facing the enormous window overlooking the ocean.

I look at him in question. “Trevor, what is this?”

He gives me a sexy smile. “Do you trust me?”

I think for a moment, but I know the answer. For the first time in my life, I can say I wholeheartedly trust a man I’m involved with. I nod my head and whisper, “I do.” It’s hard for me to get that out, but I can see the truth of my words makes him feel good.

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