“Can I take a picture? Just for myself. I mean…of the knots, of course.” I bite my bottom lip tightly to keep from smiling. Staring up through my lashes, I nod. And as he holds it up, the camera pointed at me, my nipples pebble tighter and my panties grow wetter. The thought of him enjoying these photos later or wanting to capture this moment forever ignites a fire inside me. With that, I stick my chest out and let my head hang. If he wants a sexy picture, I’ll give him a sexy picture. He lets out a low growl as I let my knees fall away from each other. “Stop it,” he barks, and I grin
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