Iris Blaire - Dark Frame

“Evan, you okay?” Britain asks.

I shake myself out of my stupor, clenching my thighs together and nodding. Dallas’s expression twitches with curiosity.

“You guys can start whenever you want,” Britain says.

Dallas and I are at a standoff. How are we going to start? Who is going to make the first move? The anticipation is about to kill me, so, as he sits on the bed, I slowly crawl on top of him.

His eyes are blazingly serious, like he’s desperate to figure out what I’m planning to do. But if I gave that away, where’s the fun?

I trail my fingers down his torso, his skin erupting in goose bumps when I press my lips lightly to his. As I nibble on his bottom lip, my hand slips into the fly of his pants. He gasps when my fist closes around his length. He’s already rock-hard for me. At least I’m not the only one painfully turned on.

I shoot him a playful, wicked glance before leaning in and kissing him on the neck, then moving to his collarbone. My mouth is open just enough to nip at his skin—to taste him—but it isn’t enough. I need more. I slide off his lap as I continue to kiss and lick downward, kneeling in front of him, my hair falling down either side of my face.

Before he has time to react, I swiftly pull his cock out through the fly of his pants. His hips arch as I lick the tip, and then open my mouth to take all of him in.

I’m only halfway down his length before his fingers lace through the hair at the base of my skull and he tugs upward. He presses his forehead to mine. “You keep that up and this shoot will be very short.”

He looks flustered. Pissed, almost. And it only makes me want to be more deviant. “Why don’t you try and stop me?”

I let my head drop again, licking his tip before he growls and pushes me off of him. I fall back onto the bed, and before I know what’s happening, he’s on top of me, holding my hands above my head and breathing heavily.

I struggle, but just enough to make him work for me. He glances at the bindings on the headboard. When I buck my hips against his, he wraps the leather around my wrists and ties it snuggly. I give a moan of faux irritation even though my body is on fire.

Dallas is receiving tell-all signs as well. After unhooking my bra, he pries my legs apart and studies my soaked panties before groaning and biting his lower lip. His eyes catch mine as he slowly licks his thumb. Pushing my panties to the side, his wet thumb rubs across my clit the same moment that I catch the camera out of the corner of my eye.

I lose it.

I buck beneath him as the pressure explodes and I shut my eyes, a cry escaping me. Dallas doesn’t give me half-a-moment’s break, thrusting two fingers inside of me. He leans forward and whispers into my ear. “A bit responsive today, aren’t we?”

I whimper in response, knowing what he loves to hear when I’m wet and vulnerable and desperately need him to fuck me.

“Is it me or the camera?”

“Both,” I murmur. He pulls his fingers out of me and thrusts them in again, curling them upward. I gasp, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Kinky girl.” He bites down hard enough on my earlobe for me to cry out, and then licks down my neck to the hollow of my throat. He slides my lace panties down my hips at the same time his teeth graze my nipple and I convulse again, not knowing how much more sensory-play my body will be able to take. I need him inside of me, now.

I drag his pants down his ass with my toes. His hands find my ankles, stopping me. “I think you’re the submissive in this scenario,” Dallas says, raising an eyebrow.

I hear Jaime chuckle somewhere off in the darkness.

“Don’t make me tie your feet. I’ll lose the angle I need to fuck you senseless.”

I whimper at the pleasure his words give me, high off the way he’s dominating me for the camera and himself.

“I think you should,” I whisper, my toes hooking beneath his waistband again.

His catches my ankles a second time, glaring at me between deep, ragged breaths. Then he looks up, studying the chains and bindings hanging above us. He reaches up and pulls on a chain with a leather cuff at the end, realizing it’s a pulley and retractable. I whimper as he tugs downward and binds my ankle, yanking on the back end to keep my leg hoisted.

“If you keep making those noises, I’m going to lose my mind,” he growls.

“You’re the one making me wait,” I return.

When both my legs are bound and pulled apart in a Y, my hips are lifted off the bed, making me the most vulnerable I’ve ever been in front of Britain or Dallas or anyone. Dallas slides his pants down, and I wish more than ever that I could run my hands along his perfect ass. Other than bucking my hips, I can’t even move.

Dallas rolls on a condom, and I groan in frustration. He reaches around me, fingernails sinking into the flesh of my ass.

“I told you, those noise make me lose it,” he hisses through his teeth.

“I thought you had figured it out by now,” I gasp, “that I like it when you lose it.”

He thrusts into me, and I nearly scream.

He pauses, waiting for me to calm down after he’s buried himself deep inside of me. Suddenly, the game is gone, and the softer, truer side of Dallas emerges. I can feel his entire body trembling against me.

“Evan, you’re mine,” he says, rocking his hips and thrusting into me again.

We’ve never made love like this before. The leg restraints give him the perfect angle to fuck me relentlessly, my open, restrained palms pushing against the headboard to keep me from hitting my head. It’s as though all of the frustration he’s had with me sexually and emotionally has come to a peak, and now I have to pay for it in the most intense pleasure imaginable. But he won’t let me get off, no. Not until he’s had his total and complete way with me.

But I might get off anyway, with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and the way my breasts jiggle with every one of his thrusts. But there isn’t time to find out. He releases a deep growl and pinches my clit roughly, sending me over the edge the moment that he does.

“ FUCK !” I scream as my entire body tenses. He leans over, resting his forehead between my breasts as he comes. His fingers that have been gripping my ass relax as the last wave of intensity courses through my body, and I murmur his name.

He pulls out of me, sliding his body downward until his face is level with the apex of my thighs. He licks up my slit, tongue swirling around my clit. I convulse, the pleasure too raw post-orgasm.

When he unties both my feet and my hands, he can finally collapse on top of me. His panting subsides, and he captures my mouth with his. I whimper into him. He tugs gently at my hair again, pulling me back enough to look into my eyes. “I love those noises,” he tells me breathlessly. “But they really do drive me insane.”

“And I mean it when I say that I love driving you insane.”

He kisses my lips gently as the door clicks. I crane my neck to see that we’re now alone—Britain and Jaime have left the room.

“How much do you want to bet—”

“That they’re about to have crazy, animalistic sex?” he finishes for me, and I giggle.

He pushes the hair out of my eyes. “Evan, that was fucking incredible. But only because I am so helplessly in love with you. Whenever I’m with you in front of the camera, it’s not just another job. I completely lose myself. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and know I’ll never feel this way again.” His lips flutter against my jaw, and I shut my eyes tight. “I need you, and I’ll do anything not to lose you. I won’t go back to Costa Rica. I’ll never shoot a single photo with a person other than you again. As long as you’ll have me.”