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  “I want to taste you, Valerie. Stop the cameras,” he murmured softly.

  Shaking my head no, I smiled. The entire time my cameras were snapping photos they were giving me my chance to explore Flynn without this going too far unless it was what I wanted. I was in control. Flynn knew about all aspects of security in his rock star world, and I felt he’d never have taken a chance at being caught having sex on camera… I thought he’d have stopped before it had gotten this far, but I’d been wrong about that.

  Flynn lay over me. Grinding his length right between my legs, gyrating his hips while his tongue assaulted my mouth. He groaned, and the vibration made my emotions run riot. As I became more uninhibited, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. I’d begun to synchronize my movements with his completely caught up in the passion of our moment.

  “Fuck, incredible,” he muttered then grunted as he thrust his cock against me again. He dragged his mouth away from me and his lust filled eyes almost stopped my heart.

  “Stop the cameras and give me the key to this fucking thing,” he said rattling the cuff against the metal bar. I began to move, and he thought I was granting his plea, but once I’d worked free, I knelt on the bed and was the same height as him.

  Reaching out, I took his cock in my hand. It felt thick, satiny smooth and warm, but solid. Flynn’s cock pulsed in my hand. I dipped my face toward him and buried it in his neck. His skin reacted in a rash of goosebumps while I peppered it with small kisses. I wanted to mark him and bit gently on his shoulder when my desire flared. I felt pre-cum leak onto my fingers, and pulled back grinning naughtily when I saw the look of shock on his face.

  “Now, what’s got you all worked up? This will teach you to challenge me, hot shot rock star. You want more? You better be serious about that because no one plays with my feelings anymore, understand? I’m turning the cameras off, and I’ll give you the keys, the next move is crucial, Flynn. The only guarantee is there will be no second chances this time. You play with my feelings, I’ll take your heart and feed it to Buster, are we clear? How’s that for spontaneity Mr. Docherty?”

  Inside my stomach was curled in a ball. Flynn had captured my heart years ago, but I knew that if I was going to keep him, I’d have to have more than one trick up my sleeve. As I waited for his reaction I held my breath.

  Chapter 22 ~ Un-cuffed

  Seconds passed while Flynn stared at me, stunned as he digested what I’d said to him. I was still kneeling on the bed, and he was still standing in front of me, naked as the day he was born, but way more appealing than any baby I’d ever seen. My heart pounded in my chest, and I knew I’d probably looked a lot more confident than I felt inside.

  When he still hadn’t responded, I exhaled slowly and shifted to sit on my butt with my legs to the side. I eased myself away from him, and once I had some distance, I rolled off the mattress and stood up on the other side of the bed. The cameras had stopped. I’d known their batteries wouldn’t last much more than twenty minutes. I’d used most of the cameras during my shoot with Evette and Elias.

  I wandered over and grabbed my jeans trying to look casual. I pulled them on and slipped into my t-shirt. Flynn still stood silently watching me, and I thought he was having second thoughts about what we’d done.

  “Don’t worry, Flynn. You’re off the hook. These shots are safe. I’ll delete them, and that was fun but I wouldn’t dream of fucking a guy like you. Messing around like this is one thing, but I don’t do groupie hook-ups.”

  “Take off the cuff.”

  “I will in a minute, let me finish this first,” I had started putting the cameras back in their cases.

  “Valerie, come here and take the fucking cuff off.”

  When he swore, I felt his anger. It radiated off him. His tone added tension to the already tense atmosphere between us.

  I glanced at him and smirked. “And that’s definitely the way to make me respond to your demand. Those PR guys need to send you on a ‘Powers of Persuasion’ course, or ‘Diplomacy for Dummies’— that may work.”

  “Take the fucking cuff off, now, Valerie.”

  “Anyone ever tell you, you’re hot when you’re ticked?” I’d said, throwing the line he had said to me back at him. I placed the last camera in the case while I gawked at his naked body. I’d never been able to look at a naked man in the flesh before without it being work. That may sound strange, but I’d never seen Daryl fully naked. I’d seen all of him just… not altogether. And my brothers didn’t count.

  Walking over to the props table I lifted the key to the cuffs and wandered around to Flynn’s side of the bed.

  “Pretty stupid cuffing yourself out of reach of the keys, huh?” I giggled as I chided him.

  Flynn smirked wryly and shook his head. “Oh, dear God, Valerie. What the fuck are you doing to me?”

  “I’m un-cuffing you, isn’t that what you wanted?” I’d said in my best seductive tone. Placing the key in the cuff, I unlocked it. Flynn took his wrist and rubbed the red mark on it. I continued taking the cuff off the metal bar of the headboard and dropped them onto the bed.

  In the blink of an eye, Flynn grabbed the cuffs and snapped one on my left wrist. He caught me by the waist from behind and carried me up toward the top of the bed and cuffed the other end to the headboard again. I yelped loudly as he lifted me up and dropped my body a little roughly onto the mattress.

  “You want to play, huh? Think you’re smart leaving me with my dick hanging out while you get off on watching me?”

  “I was only teasing.”

  Flynn smirked, “Is that what this whole thing was about, today? Bring Flynn here to watch two hot people simulate fucking on a bed? Giving me a boner that ached so fucking much that the thought passed through my mind to take my dick out, toss one off and fuck the consequences?”

  Hard and primed, Flynn was so frustrated, testosterone oozed from his pores. Lust clouded his eyes, and the way they raked over my fully clothed body made me wish I hadn’t dressed.

  “I don’t know what your intention was when you brought me here, but we’re here. Alone. You’re lying there staring up at me with those innocent eyes and a body made for sin. You look as hot as fuck lying there, but you’d look ten times hotter without these.”

  Flynn’s hands skimmed the waistband of my jeans his fingers curling under the material. The rough pads of his callused fingertips brushed the warm skin on my belly, and I shuddered. Goosebumps changed my smooth skin and Flynn’s eyes focused on them on my belly; a smile curved his lips.

  Popping the button open he wasted no time in stripping the jeans from my body. He threw them recklessly to the floor as his hungry eyes concentrated on the hem of my t-shirt before they quickly flicked up to mine. I swallowed quietly as he began to push the soft cotton material up my body. He hooked his fingers under my bra as he pushed that up as well.

  Flynn stepped back to look at me. I was a disheveled hot mess and half undressed. My hair was strewn loosely across the sheet and Flynn looked like he was embroiled in an internal struggle with himself as he stood over me.

  Hearing his breath when it caught in his throat was the sexiest thing I’d ever encountered. It made my body hum in anticipation of his touch. “I need to take these off,” he husked his voice laced with frustration and lust as he tugged at my garments.

  My heart began to pound as his hand slipped under my head. He pulled and tugged the t- shirt until it was hanging down my arm that was cuffed to the bed. Heat radiated from between my legs, and I was so excited I thought I might faint. Reaching forward, his face was inches from mine as he unclipped the hooks on my bra then shoved it down the same arm to join my t-shirt.

  Standing back to study his handiwork, his eyes became darker with every second he perused my body. He shook his head again. “You know you have a perfect body, right? Your tits are more than a handful, your curves have the perfect amount of flesh for gripping, and your ass is so deliciously plump and firm I just want to sink my teeth into i
t. I want to mark you so badly. The way your waist dips at both sides here…” his fingers skimmed down my sides from my ribs to my hips, and my body vibrated in response. Flynn shook his head.

  “You’re so responsive to my touch, and when I look at you, it does crazy things to me.”

  I lay there speechless but my heart was flipping continuously with each compliment and I kept thinking This is it. Flynn is finally going to rock my world after all this time. Is this what I want? Would I be happy for this one time? No.

  “It’s only a body, Flynn. Anyone can fuck someone and enjoy their body. Everyone is capable of turning someone on. It’s fucking with your mind that’s more difficult. That’s what I want. Someone who wants all of me, not how my body looks.”

  “You’ve changed, babe. You’re all I imagined you’d be one day when I met that fifteen-year-old girl, but I have to admit that although I’d seen most of this in you then, you’re even better than that.”

  “How so?”

  “You don’t need me.”

  “That’s true,” I lied, feeling that I’d never needed him more since we’d crossed the line that morning because the line had been drawn in the sand we’d jumped right over it.

  “I mean, look at you, babe,” he said, his eyes feasting on my body all over again, “You’re fucking perfect. Smart, sexy, sassy, independent. I see you, and I want to fuck you into next week not just for your body, but for all of those reasons.”

  A lump formed in my throat because this was Flynn Docherty saying this to me. My Flynn, and I was struggling to breathe with his declaration.

  Without another word he took my other hand and placed it together with the one already above my head. The backs of his fingertips skimmed down both of my arms, and he cupped my breasts in his hands. His thick cock stood solid and proud. It twitched as his eyes connected with his thoughts and his arousal increased. Flynn spread his legs to stand wider. Bending forward, his cock brushed against my knee when he did. It left a small trail of pre-cum in its wake.

  His mouth engulfed my right breast, “Mmm,” he murmured pleasurably. His appreciative sound and vibration he made registered at my core. I moaned, and my breast fell from his mouth with a small pop as his mouth trailed up to my neck. Soft sucks and licks brushed up my neck to my chin as he showered me with small kisses. Lifting his head his tongue trailed along the seam of my mouth before he thrust it inside to meet my own tongue. Flynn kissed me with a depth of passion I had no idea existed. Moans rolled from his mouth and mine as we began to lose ourselves at the moment.

  Making his way down my body again, his warm hands skated over my skin and every nerve ending sprang to life. When I checked his reaction he looked at my face every now and again for my response to his touch then he continued to work down to my pantie line. My body became so attuned and responsive as his hands explored me. Inside my brain was in meltdown from his expert touch and I wondered if I was about to lose my virginity, and if I did, would it have any effect on how he treated me afterwards?

  Slipping his thumbs into my lacy boy shorts at both hips he eased them gently over my hips and pulled them down as I fought to keep eye contact with him. Smiling warmly in reassurance I tried to mimic his smile back, but inside I was scared I was out of my depth.

  My pussy was shaved. Even though I know Flynn already knew this because he’d touched me there the previous night and that morning. All the models I worked with always talked about why they did it, and once I’d tried it I’d never looked back.

  Flynn stood at the side of the bed, glanced down and his eyes darkened when they settled on my pussy. His tongue slipped out as he wet his lips and dropped to his knees before me. My body vibrated, trembling in anticipation of what he was going to do. I’d never had oral sex before. Of course, I’d known about it, even witnessed him and Daisy, but with Daryl’s fake religious abstinence the most he had done was jerk off or rubbed my clit. What Flynn was doing was leading me into my personal unchartered territory, and I was apprehensive but excited.

  He pressed his closed lips against my mound and I bucked off the bed. I was so sensitive— no one had ever kissed me there before. He buried his nose into my pussy and inhaled. My initial reaction was to clamp my thighs closed on his head.

  He chuckled and glanced up at me. “Did I tickle you?”

  I nodded my head and stared down at him. Emotions ran riot inside me, and I’d thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest with excitement. At the same time, my emotions caused my throat to close because I’d thought Flynn was about to discover I was still a virgin at any second and reject me when I really wanted to be with him.

  Grabbing my thighs, Flynn pushed them apart like the wings of a butterfly and stroked his forefinger the length of my wet pussy. He lifted me off the bed to his lips and lapped at my swollen sensitive flesh with his tongue. My breath hitched when I saw him do that. He glanced up at me and smiled slowly. “You know how long I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve imagined you like this? It definitely pays to be a patient man.”

  Dipping his head, he ran his tongue the length of my seam, and I thought my head was going to explode at the sensation. Desire coursed through my veins and after several gentle strokes the full length of my seam, and up the crease of my butt with his tongue until I almost lost my mind. My body arched off the bed because the sensation was so hard to deal with, “Oh. My. God,” I exclaimed.

  “You’re so sensitive… so fucking responsive,” he’d stated and grinned wickedly at me before gripping me tighter. He smiled seductively again then began his onslaught of rapture on my body. Lapping at my little bundle of nerves he sucked it both hard and softly until I tried to wriggle away.

  Flynn pinned me down, his strong arms clamping tighter around my thighs to keep me right where he wanted me. Within a few minutes of his punishing pleasure, my mind went into meltdown on his tongue. My legs and my belly shook as I fell over the edge and into paradise, screaming so loudly that Flynn brought his head to my mouth and kissed me to absorb the sound and quieten my body.

  Afterward, he stood stroking his cock totally unashamed and I’d been kind of afraid of what was next.

  “Got any condoms here?”

  “No. This isn’t that kind of a studio, Flynn.”

  “I wasn’t implying it was. I just wondered if you had any lying around.”

  “I never brought Daryl here.”

  Daryl drew a line, and he never wanted to be present when I captured photos for my business, so he never came to one of my shoots. I hadn’t wanted Flynn to know about my inexperience so I’d sat up and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was warm and solid in my grasp. I dragged my thumb across the mushroom head, and Flynn hissed.

  “Fuck,” a long groan of satisfaction leaving his mouth as his eyes closed momentarily.

  I’d never performed oral sex, but from what I’d heard, I just had to take him in my mouth, bob up and down and suck. I surprised myself because it really turned me on and I wanted to do it. I wanted to show him that I wasn’t afraid of him or sex if the circumstances were right. With Flynn, it felt right.

  My nerves were creating another colony of butterflies in my chest and stomach, and my heart raced at the thought of what I was about to do, but this was maybe my one chance with Flynn and wasn’t letting it pass without my best efforts.

  I glanced up at Flynn, and the look of expectancy on his face said it all. I think he may possibly have killed me if I’d lost courage, so I swallowed past the lump of nerves caught in my throat and took his cock in my mouth. The warm silky skin pushed back and forth as I sucked and pulled it. My tongue swirled around the head and down his shaft as I explored the feel of it.

  I liked it. Despite some initial doubts about pleasuring a man in this way, it was a total turn on to see Flynn become dependent on me for his pleasure. He groaned and hissed, and every sound he gave me was a reward for the effort I’d put in.

  None of what I was doing was easy with one hand cuffed to the bed. F
lynn’s hips started to thrust forward, and I was no longer in charge. Chasing his orgasm, he rocked in and out, fucking my mouth faster and faster. I gagged, and he pulled out for a second to check I was okay then resumed taking his pleasure with my mouth.

  When I released my grip on his shaft, Flynn immediately took over stroking himself but still rocked into my mouth. I cupped his balls, and they were hard and when I did that I’d felt them draw up tightly against the base of his cock.

  “I’m going to come,” he said pulling out.

  As soon as he cleared my mouth, three long ribbons of cum shot out of his cock and landed on my neck and breasts. He continued to stroke himself through the aftershocks, his body jerking repeatedly before he leaned forward and collapsed beside me.

  He lay silently with his eyes closed for a minute before turning to face me. I was wiping my front on the sheet, and he rose and un-cuffed me. I turned on my side to face him. One elbow propped my head up, and I stared at his beautiful, peaceful face. He stared back at me, his eyes clear and vibrant after his release. He closed his eyes slowly as his chest rose and fell while his body quieted again.

  “I’ve come twice in less than ten hours, and I’ve still not fucked you, babe. Are you trying to torture me? You need to leave a stash of condoms in a place like this. If that’s how you make me feel messing around, I’m gonna blow my load as soon as I get inside you,” he muttered softly.

  Sitting up, I’d climbed off the bed and cleaned up the best I could with the guest towels from the restroom. I began to dress without speaking. Flynn followed suit then I pulled the wet, tangled sheet off the bed and stuffed it in my oversized bag.

  On the drive back to the house, Flynn sat quietly but he had the biggest smirk on his face. It began to irritate me and I became self-conscious about my inexperience. I began to think he’d somehow worked out that I was a virgin.

  “Alright, what’s so amusing?”

  “A flogger and handcuffs? Fuck, Valerie. That’s so hot. I never figured you’d even know about sex toys. I just never figured you as kinky. Then again, they always say it’s the quiet ones you have to look out for. You’re just full of surprises,” he chuckled heartily.