Page 142 of Tempt Her

NFWMB by Hozier

With Luke home for a month, Stacey goes into action. She books the photoshoot she’s always wanted—risqué portraits of us to display around her shop.

The next day, she’s got us posing like we’re her Dom Ken Barbies in business suits, and she’s our pornified doll, changing from one cock-raging lingerie outfit into the next.

Mateo’s clearly partial to anything silky.

He can’t keep his hands off of Stacey when she poses wearing a white silk and lace teddy, standing in white heels before us in the parlor of her shop. He pulls her back into the wall of our bodies, clad in suits and ties, and that’s the shot; the one of him cupping her jaw, kissing her while Luke and I watch with grins.

Luke loses his mind when she steps out of the plush dressing room she’s created on the third floor. Wrapped from neck to ankles in a tight, shiny black catsuit, even in fuck-me black stilettos, Stacey’s not as tall as us, but Luke can’t resist. When the photographer has him sit on an ivory velvet chair before Stacey while we loom behind her, Luke gets a naughty look in his eyes.

“What’s our dirty wife hiding under here?” He slides open the zipper over her pussy, exposing her sex, and it’s a helluva picture—her hands grabbing the back of Luke’s head where it’s strategically covering her while Mateo bites her neck and I own her lips.

Stacey teases us all day between her tempting wardrobe changes and the suits we’re slowly taking off. By the time we’re down to just our pants, I need control.

“Put this on.” I open one of the custom drawers we built in the showroom.

I like how Stacey’s decided to organize half of the store. The lingerie outfits are displayed in ivory lacquered drawers. In each, she has the naughty attire paired with suggested toys or props for kink.

I clocked this outfit the moment she carefully placed it in the leather-lined drawer. It’s a red, patent leather, and gold harness bra and thong. It’s nothing but luxury bondage straps, tempting me with the matching red cat eye mask she’s placed with it.

The photographer, a stunning woman named Vivian, is nothing but a professional. Stacey said Luca Mercier recommended her, and, of course, he did.

I can’t wait to learn more about what that man is hiding. Because I know he is. And I respect him for it.

But Vivian doesn’t get uncomfortable; she’s excited to help Stacey. Like they’re two women who want to support each other’s businesses, and apparently, Vivian’s Boudoir Photography is about to get very popular with her shots of us displayed in Stacey’s store.

And Stacey’s not shy, either.

All her beauty queen confidence has returned a hundredfold.

But this is where she’s truly a queen—wearing whatever the fuck she wants and getting fucked just as she insists.

I’m so proud of my baby.

She’s as sweet as honey; that’s why it stings so damn much if she aims at you. Soon, she’ll get her final revenge on that evil asshole, and I can’t fucking wait.

Until then, she has all the power as she stalks my way in that red outfit with matching thigh-high boots across wooden floors.

Because,holy fuck, she’d win any war. She’s a goddamn BDSM supermodel raging my cock so hard as she kneels before me on the white sheepskin rug in this large bedroom-turned-fantasy fuck destination on the third floor.

With one fingertip, I lift her chin, making her eyes behind that mask confront mine. I’m so hard in my pants, towering over her, and so are Mateo and Luke sitting behind her on the settee wearing dark-tented trousers too.

Vivian takes shots of Stacey’s long blonde hair spilling over her red-strapped body. Her golden strands barely cover her pearled nipples, hoisted high for us to drool over while I tease Stacey, “Is our pussy ready to be our little whore now?”

Even behind the red mask, I can see it dazzling in her sapphire eyes. Stacey’s so turned on to the point she can’t wait either. I can practically smell the intoxicating lust wafting up my nose from her bare pussy kneeling before me.

Stacey licks her red lips. “Yes, sir.”

“Do you want pictures taken of how you’re a naughty pussy for us?”

She hesitates; I can tell for Vivian’s sake before she answers, “No, sir.”

“Vivian,” I politely order, “you may leave us, please.”

Vivian winks and lowers the camera strapped around her neck. Grabbing her gear bag from the sex chaise, she quietly exits while we say nothing until she’s gone.

Once we’re alone, it’s on.

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