Bad for Business

by Ace Gray

  A camera shutter’s rapid snap shattered my inner peace. I twisted toward Nick involuntarily at the sound. It caught me so off guard that I shot back as I turned and skittered into the mirror. My shoulders hiked up as I crashed and clinked against the glass. Nick sprang up and stilled the wobbling mirror. We shared a heavy look then he let his hand brush against my neck once more.

  “Sweets, I like Patríc’s, but I want photos that show the real you. The way I see you. Those legs, those tits, that smile.” He bent to kiss my forehead. “My legs, my tits, my smile.”

  His eyes searched my face, evaluating my whirring emotions. I stayed plastered awkwardly up against the mirror.

  Nick whispered, “Please,” then snapped another picture.

  His soft plea helped me relax a little as the click sounded again. He hummed his appreciation and my knees knocked together, everything between my legs clenching. I slowly turned back toward the mirror; his possessiveness struck me. Scarlet bloomed across my body, sprouting across every inch of my neck and chest, much the way it had when Patríc had photographed me, but for entirely different reasons. I smiled at the memory.

  “There’s my girl.” I was pretty sure I caught a smirk beneath the camera, but I was trying to keep my eyes fixed on the mirror. Honestly, I relished seeing myself through his eyes. His adoration made everything in the outside world fall away.

  Click, click.

  He wordlessly shifted, his hand landing on my hip and lifting, encouraging me to shift to all fours. I let him move me, keeping my eyes on both of us in the mirror. I even wiggled my tail the tiniest bit in position. He laughed his devilishly sexy laugh.

  Click, click.

  But then the camera disappeared. Nick’s fingers trailed leisurely from my tailbone up to my shoulders. He wove his hand into my hair and pulled my head back. I closed my eyes, moaning as my head craned.

  “Keep watching,” he said softly. “It only gets better.” He shifted the grip on my locks so he could slide behind me.

  Nicholas Bryant, complete in power suit, was squarely behind me. He was the picture of confidence—no, dominance—and though I didn’t know what I was in for, I was sure it would break me in the best possible way.

  He started to fondle me, making his hand glide slowly up and down in the mirror while the other still held my hair tightly. Our eyes found each other’s when he flicked the nub of nerves between my thighs. I shifted but he pulled my hair tighter and simply kept up his rhythm.

  “Watch what your body does when it’s on fire,” he purred.

  Nick was still tracing his mind-numbing circles. My body quivered in response. He leisurely started to glide higher toward my backside and my mouth fell open. I was sucking in silent breaths, huge silent gasps, as Nick explored the slickness of every inch between my thighs. My elbows wavered but I managed to stay up and focused on the mirror, relishing every single stroke.

  I groaned loudly, watching myself as I did. My mouth made a wide O. My lips grew plump and my tongue pressed against my teeth. My breasts swayed in time with the current running through my body.

  That’s when Nick pushed his fingers into me. My body shuddered and I swore I was going to unhinge and melt right there in front of the mirror. I started to rock with the plunge and thrust of his fingers. My hands clawed the floor beneath me.

  Nick wasn’t watching his strokes; he was watching me. The heat charged between us was familiar even if watching it unfold was new. When his finger curved downward to stroke my G-spot, my body hitched, and my face contorted. And when arousal dripped down my thigh and onto his hand, my elbows folded for just a moment.

  His knees shuffled up against mine, and he pulled harder on my hair. He coaxed my body higher and I pushed up to lie back along his chest. Fine suit fabric and the buttons from his vest pressed into my back. His fingers hadn’t stopped thrusting inside me.

  “Look at your body,” Nick murmured in my ear.

  My eyes swept over my trembling body and watched as ripples overtook me. It was almost painful to keep my eyes open when the current spread to my fingers then up to the tips of my ears. I sagged against him, and my head lolled back against his shoulder.

  Nick chuckled, raspy and erotic, but didn’t falter. His fingers slipped from my sex so both could paw at my chest. He kneaded my breasts, pushing and pulling at them so my nipples poked out hard at the mirror.

  “God, your body,” he murmured.

  One hand came to my raised nipple, yanking out sharply, while the other slid down. I cried out.

  “Watch.” The word was the lowest hiss in my ear, but I obeyed.

  Nick’s long fingers travelled painfully slow down the front of my stomach. The shadow was slight, but enough to make it appear as if two torturously skilled hands were headed toward the apex of my thighs. My skin flushed under his touch, a trail of fire was left in its wake.

  He didn’t grab at me, though. With one pointed finger, he traced the V of my hips. First, down one side then leisurely across my clit and up the other side. Every single inch of flesh below my belly button began to tingle. The pinpricks of pleasure tormenting my insides were magnified by anticipation. Every so often he’d get close enough to my slit that his finger would tickle and tempt me.

  Nick didn’t stop twisting and turning on my nipple.

  My eyes were fixed on his hand when it started slipping around in the arousal coating my flesh. He went up one leg, casually across my clit, then down the other, mimicking what he’d done to my hips. His hand moved so easily that he found a rhythm, falling into the notch between my thighs every second or two.

  I couldn’t help it anymore. My eyes fluttered shut, and I rolled my face into his neck. He had to feel my hot, heavy pants against his skin. And since he was likely still watching, he had to know I folded. But he didn’t stop, nor did he command me to open my eyes.

  “Please.” My lips brushed against his skin as I begged.

  “Do I really make you this wet?” Nick asked as he switched directions.

  I let him drive me wild as I pushed backed into the fabric of his suit. His hand never wavered from pulling or twisting on my nipple.

  “Good God, Nick, please.” My voice was harsh and ragged.

  “As soon as you open your eyes.”

  Fuck.

  I should have known.

  Despite being heavy, I pried my eyes open and fixed them back on the mirror. As soon as our eyes met, Nick smiled his mischievous smile. But his teasing didn’t stop. His touch told me everything, and I forced my eyes to drop to where he skated around in my slickness.

  “Good girl,” he said as he slid his finger inside me. He switched breasts at the same time, pulling as he pressed in. I was entwined with him and pinned flush against his chest.

  My eyes stayed fixed on his thrusting finger even as I trembled, writhed, and faltered against him. His rhythm and the way he danced across my G-spot while exploring places inside me was hypnotic. Even kneeling, I was going to crumble.

  But Nick stopped.

  And pulled away.

  “Undress me,” he commanded quietly.

  I had to collect myself and find my balance now that he wasn’t supporting me. When I managed to turn and reach out for him, he had the camera again, snatched from the floor.

  Click, click.

  I had to plant my jittery hands on his chest. When they settled, I followed his lapels down to the buttons. My fingers tingled on the fine fabric as I undid two buttons and ran my hands back up to his shoulders. I pushed the jacket back, and he let it crumple to the floor. I came back for the vest, still following the fabric lines where they cut across his sculpted chest. I pushed it off as well and reached for his tie.

  I couldn’t help myself when I chanced a glance into the mirror. Just as with the spanking and the photos, I found I liked watching us, sensual skin against rich, delicious f
abric.

  “Watching you undress me…” Nick rasped. “…it’s my favorite part.”

  Click.

  It took me a moment to regain my composure and return to stripping him. My trembling made the smaller buttons more difficult to manage. Somehow, mercifully, I made it all the way down to his waistband.

  My hands reached below his belt for his shirttails, and the hard tip of his penis brushed against me. Playfully, I twisted and stroked him twice before returning to my task. He gasped and groaned at the pulls, then again as I yanked on his shirt. I smirked and reached to push the shirt off his shoulders. I waited for it to hit the floor, only to find it hanging limply from his wrists.

  “Cufflinks.” His voice was quiet, almost pained.

  I reached for his wrist, fidgeting with the metal and brushing my chest against him as I worked. His mangled groan filled my bedroom when my breasts skimmed his skin. I shifted to the other side making sure I rubbed up against him all over again. He growled this time, knowing my game immediately.

  When I got the second cufflink free, I leaned back and held them out for him. He all but tossed the camera back onto the bed then reached out his hand. I dropped the silver plated tortoise links into his upturned palm. The second he clasped them he threw them aside and yanked me to him. I gasped as I crashed into his perfectly chiseled torso. I could barely breathe as he kissed me passionately. He kept my arms pinned to my sides and explored my mouth.

  Nick stopped as quickly as he started, leaving me gasping. He cricked his chin toward the mirror and we locked eyes just before switching to watch our chests inches apart, skin so close to quivering skin. He shoved his hands between my thighs, crooking his finger up inside me. My eyes, still fixed on our reflection, as he pulled back out and licked the taste of me off his fingers.

  “MMMmmm.” He relished using my signature purr to disarm me.

  My hands shot for his belt, antsy to touch flesh again. The clink of it unbuckling and the whisper of leather against fabric made my body bow toward his. I took a deep, steadying breath so I could pull his boxer briefs and pants down all at once. He groaned when they bunched at his knees. He stood and shuffled his pants away with the tip of his toe.

  Nick loomed over me, all perfect six, some-odd feet of him. I leaned down and started a trail of kisses up his leg. When I reached his groin, I didn’t even hesitate; I took his shaft into my mouth.

  “Sweets,” he croaked as I hollowed my cheeks.

  I sucked hard and let him hit the back of my throat. I added my hands to stroke and glide along his thick erection.

  Nick didn’t let me work very long before he pinned my head in place and started thrusting into me. His fingers wove into my hair as he pushed in deep and furious. I did my best to keep up. I wanted to so badly, simply because it was amazing when he lost control.

  His thighs bunched, his pace faltered, and his breath caught. I prepared for him to come hot against the back of my throat. My jaw and I were grateful when he stopped short. His cock fell from my lips as Nick crouched back to the ground.

  In an impossibly smooth move, he lay down and pulled me over top of him. His hands flew to my hips and, in less than a heartbeat, he had me sliding onto his shaft.

  “Watch.” Nick’s growl made everything below my bellybutton clench.

  We had landed with his head close to the mirror, and my body on full display as I straddled him. He left me to sit on his shaft as his hands explored my body, tracing my ribs and grabbing my breasts. He shoved them up, making them swell and plump at my collarbone. His long fingers pinched my nipples, and he used his grip on my chest to start moving me up and down.

  My eyes roved over my body in the mirror. Nick made it sexier, curvier, and delicious, without really trying. Everything quivered as my sex devoured his cock. I couldn’t help but watch enrapt as his dick slid into me over and over.

  If the dance of his fingers before was hypnotic, then this was mesmerizing—bewitching, even. And I watched. I watched every inch of him slide into me. I watched him pick up pace. I watched my body tremble and clench and short circuit.

  Nick tilted his head back so he could see into the mirror, too. His hands didn’t leave me and his pace didn’t waver. My eyes only left his cock, repeatedly thrusting into me, to find his eyes. He jerked his chin once more, back to the apex of my thighs. I watched his thumb lower in the mirror to flick at my clitoris. Lightning shot through my being. He circled while shoving my breast up higher, making me work frantically.

  My mouth fell open. My eyes couldn’t quite focus on anything. My skin was coated in sweat but seemed to blur in the mirror. Something was rattling the glass and whether it was my moans or our movements, I wasn’t sure.

  Then I came.

  That orgasm was what Nick wanted me to see. It was pure unadulterated pleasure, but moreover, it was me with absolutely nothing shielding my true self. I was vulnerable, defenseless, and completely delighted in the surrender. I jerked when his cum poured into me, completely at his mercy. And when I flopped gracelessly to his chest, I didn’t even mind that I looked destroyed.

  “Oh Sweets,” he managed. “Amazing, simply amazing.”

  We lay trembling against one another other for a while. I couldn’t help the contented, “I love you,” that crossed my lips.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” He smiled and turned to kiss my neck and I giggled. “Did you see what I see?” he asked, his words still warm against my skin.

  “Um hum,” I purred then nipped at his earlobe.

  Nick grasped my hips and proceeded to stand up, taking me with him. His lips took mine in that urgent way they sometimes did, and when I kissed him, just as feverishly, we backed up toward my bed.

  I folded beneath him, ready for any kind of worship he wanted to pay my body, when something painfully cool and metallic pressed into my skin. I yelped and Nick braced against the comforter.

  He gently rolled me aside and picked up the camera. Without warning, he snapped one more candid photo of me. I shrieked and smacked his shoulder.

  “Do you want to see?” He smiled as he held it out to me.

  The candid shot he snapped was gorgeous and pulled a genuine smile across my lips. My hair was falling around my face in disarray; he captured the perfect moment when my eyes caught his, emotion obvious. I smiled as I handed it back to him. He didn’t even reach to grab it.

  “There’s more. Flip.” His crooked smile pulled on his lips and every muscle in my belly clenched.

  I pulled the camera back toward my chest and toggled to the previous photo. There I was, naked in front of the mirror. Only it wasn’t obvious that it was me. It was the supple curve of my neck and shoulder in the foreground with a slightly unfocused reflection of flesh and nipple just beyond as they showed in the mirror. Slight goose bumps peppered the skin and scarlet tinged the midsection of the girl in the mirror. I flipped through the other pictures he took of me.

  Whoa.

  They put Patríc’s photos to shame. Instantly they were my favorites ever taken. I flipped back through.

  “Do you like them?” There was hesitation in Nick’s voice.

  “They’re beautiful.” I was hard pressed to find words.

  “I had the perfect subject.” He watched my reaction.

  “No.” I was flipping through them a third time. “It’s because you’re talented. You understand the lighting, the angles, and the composition. You understand when to click.”

  He was standing tall over me as I reclined on the mattress. My eyes met his for just a moment before I took the same advantage he had and snapped a candid picture of his unsuspecting face. He raised his hands to block me but I kept shooting. His faces and wildly waving hands made me giggle.

  When he laughed along it was pure gold. The lightness and beauty that filled his face floored me. I flipped through my pictures. They weren’t anything
special, but they were of him. The him only I got to see.

  He swooped down; his hands came to my naked ass and he squeezed. Hard. His smile lit up again when I yelped and swatted him between chuckles. I barely caught my breath before his lips took mine, gently this time. A light press followed by a tentative trace with his tongue.

  Nick’s phone buzzed on the dresser, interrupting us. At first he didn’t stop his tender exploration, but then it rang again. And again.

  “It’s okay, baby.” I kissed his chest. “You should get it.”

  He smiled down to me, but it was a thin-lipped smile. His muscles flexed over top of me as he reached for his cell. Nick stared at the screen for a while then rolled away from me with a darkening face.

  “I’ll take care of this and order takeout. Anything you want?” He was distracted, his eyes stormy.

  “Chinese,” I answered, scrutinizing him.

  “Like the first night you stayed.”

  With those words he managed a real, disarming smile. One that usually pulled on my heartstrings. But not tonight. Tonight it was a cold, hard slap reminding me that I was being lied to and that I’d just gotten played.

  An unfamiliar alarm blared through my room with the sunlight. I opened one eye and pinched the other tighter to try and orient myself. The way the buzzer jarred my teeth sent unease into the pit of my stomach.

  “Nick,” I groaned, nudging him. “Alarm.” He shifted and grabbed his phone from somewhere. “Why did you set it?” I asked as he wrapped himself back around me.

  “The funeral,” he grumbled back.

  “What?” I shot up in bed, his words far more effective than any alarm could have been. My chest wrenched up into a ball.

  “Trevor’s service is at one.” His eyes were still closed as he spoke into his pillow. Only my frantic shifting jostled his body.

  “This is the first I’ve heard about it.” My voice skyrocketed so many octaves it broke.

  My bugged eyes panned over to him as my hand reached to my chest, trying to claw at the knot building there. Tears welled in the corner of my eyes.