Iris Blaire - Dark Frame

“Ugh, this fucking lens. Something is wrong with this lens.” Britain steps off of the box and hurries to her camera bag in the corner of the dungeon.

“Tell me,” I say to Adam with as much threat as I can muster.

“Let’s just say…” I can tell he’s thinking of his words carefully. “ We inspired Britain. During the little game we played last night.”

Jaime’s lips brush against my ear. “Both of us.”

My mouth drops. “You’re shitting me.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” Adam says, even though his amused smile continues to toy with his lips. “We only made out with her a little bit.”

“Simultaneously,” Jaime adds.

“Holy fuck!” I hiss.

“Calm down, calm down, she’ll know we told you,” Adam says when Britain returns.

“Okay.” Britain stands on her box and adjusts the new lens. “Can we get through this quickly without me incessantly barking at the three of you?”

If Britain can handle two guys at once, then I can too.

Even if Dallas is watching me.

I don’t know what goes through me. Jaime tugs on the chain wrapped around me, forcing my back to arch, and suddenly I feel vibrant and hypersexual.

I lean my head back against Jaime’s chest, squeezing my thighs against Adam’s hips. “You aren’t half-bad looking, you know?”

“Are you coming onto me, Evan Cosette?” Adam asks in wicked amusement.

“Bite me,” I tell him.

He scoots backward enough to lie on his stomach in front of me, spreads my legs, and bites me hard right above my hip bone.

The cry that escapes my mouth surprises even myself. I arch back into Jaime and shut my eyes, hearing Britain exclaim, “Perfect!”

Warmth swells in the apex of my thighs, and I know I’m getting most turned on by Dallas watching, praying he’s growing jealous.

Just like I had to be jealous with Kayden hanging all over him in the rain.

After our shoot, Britain uses the dungeon for Ella’s and Dallas’s set. As they get into position, Dallas’s eyes continue to dart in my direction. Britain hums and haws over how she wants the two of them to pose, but Dallas isn’t paying attention.

I guess it doesn’t help that I’m standing just outside the light without wearing my robe, dressed only in my favorite pair of light blue panties that I often wear around set. I have my arms crossed over my bare chest.

Watching him.

Britain wants Ella to go all dominatrix on his ass. Dallas lies stomach down on the ground, wearing nothing other than the leather straps fastened around his body. Ella wears a pair of daring stilettos and black silk panties.

When the shoot starts, I drop my arms and place them on my hips.

Dallas’s eyes flit across my body. Ella steps onto Dallas’s back in a stiletto-clad shoe and his eyes shut in pain.

“Hurt him just a little, Ella. Sorry, Dallas. I hope you don’t mind.”

An AA prop person runs forward and hands Ella a whip. As Ella giggles, all the models who are watching groan or laugh or release a mixture of the two.

“S’fine,” Dallas grunts.

Ella has fun with the shoot. She leans over Dallas and smacks him hard in the ass. I watch as his perfect thigh muscles clench every time, suddenly wishing I was Ella for my sense of pride, and also because whipping Dallas sounds like the best high I’d get all week.

Ella rubs her hand over his ass and down his thigh. Envy grows in me until Dallas opens his eyes and finds mine again, and I clench my legs together.

And then, I swear that he mouths my name, right before Ella’s whip lands with a crack on him again.

Britain

“They aren’t your best shots,” I tell Evan. “But they’re decent, and sexy.”

We sit on my bed in my lavish suite as I look through the photos. She’s still only dressed in her silk robe. She’s silent as I pick a few of my favorites to send to A.J.

Finally, she says, “So Jaime and Adam told me how you were inspired for today’s shoot.”

I stop breathing, looking up at her. They did not . “What did they say?”

She cocks a deviant eyebrow. “How someone enjoyed having two mouths on her a little too much.”

I feel my face flush. “Don’t tell anyone .”

Evan rolls her eyes. “Please. You should be proud of yourself—having two gorgeous male models who want to please you without a camera on them.”

“It wasn’t even… having both of them.” I shudder at the thought of that amazing kiss.

Evan raises her eyebrows, crossing her arms. “It’s Jaime, isn’t it?”

I groan and drop the iPad, falling back onto the bed. “What is wrong with me?”

She giggles. “Well, whatever he did to you, it got you into a super-kinky think mode, which is what A.J. is looking for, correct?”

“Yeah. So?”

“My suggestion?” she says as I sit up. “Keep it up with him.”

The thought of living out my teenage fantasies once again sparks a crazy electric feeling right at my core, and I nearly moan from the thought. “It’s not that simple.”

“I’m not saying that you need to fall in love with the guy,” Evan says, examining her cuticles nonchalantly. “All I’m saying is that you should use him. It’s the least he can do to pay you back after all of those years of teasing and torment.”

I raise my eyebrows. “An apology,” I muse.

The best apology of all.

I’m not expecting A.J. to call me.

“Not good enough,” he tells me. “Not at all.”

“What?”

“Honestly, Britain, if you refuse to listen to me, then I’m going to have to pull the whole project from you.”

What the fuck ? What happened to the artistic license that he promised me? “It was a last minute idea. I thought it would be sexy.”

“Sexy? It was practically cute!” A.J. cries. “Listen, Britain. I like you. I gave you freedom to do what you want because I thought that you’d like to push yourself.”

“I am—″

“You aren’t being edgy enough. My team wants to take EPE to the next level of sexy, but we can’t if you aren’t willing to listen to me. Give me edgy. Give me sex.”

“I—alright.”

“And for the love of God, put Willow and Whitley back together, would you?”

He hangs up on me.

I hold my phone in front of my face and annunciate as slowly as possible, “Fuck. You.”

I haven’t told Evan yet that she and Dallas have to pose together. I can’t. I need some time to think about what I’m going to tell my models what A.J. expects from the magazine now. I don’t even know how to execute it without everyone fucking each other.

The Veda staff has prepared several platters that they change throughout the day for picking at. Breads, deli meat, nuts, fruit, cheeses. I make myself a sandwich and head back to my room to think more, and when I do, there’s a box of tampons with a note attached to it.

“What the hell,” I murmur, scooping up the note.

I remembered this one last night. Real jackass move on my part.

I laugh into the back of my hand.

I have no sexy innuendo to tack onto the end of this one. Even though vaginas are still awesome.

If you corner me alone tonight, I’ll give you a clue as to why I did it.

Stepping into my room, I eye the pair of black lace panties scrunched up on the end table.

Oh. I’ll find him tonight, alright.

It’s not too hard to follow Jaime back to his room when he heads in after dinner and drinks.

I’m not wearing anything too special for him. Just my best jeans and a black, low-cut tank top. I switched my glasses out for contacts for the first time on this trip, my hair swept to the side in a braid.