EroticTakeover by Tina Donahue

nipples.
    They constricted painfully.
    Mac pulled on the laces. “Let me know if this gets too
tight.”
    Jodi figured she’d never know. She’d stopped breathing
seconds before.
    “This good?” he asked.
    She nodded.
    He tied the laces in back, letting the ends dangle over her
cheeks like tiny whips.
    For some reason that really turned Jodi on. A riot of
sensations dashed through her, settling in her pussy. She sensed her folds were
swollen again, her cunt wet.
    “You okay?” Mac asked.
    Jodi turned into him and suckled his throat to show him how
okay she was.
    On a hard, passionate growl, Mac cupped her ass and pulled
her into his cock, his mouth seeking hers. They kissed for minutes, their
passion raw and shameless. Finally he tore his mouth free. He looked as dizzy
as Jodi felt.
    After a forceful swallow, he gasped, “Where’s the collar?”
    She looked. “You’re standing on it.”
    He seemed surprised at that. After he’d slipped it around
her throat, he stepped back and studied her.
    Despite the heat in his eyes, Jodi still winced at his
scrutiny. “If you laugh,” she warned.
    “Laugh?”
    Mac crowded her so quickly Jodi danced back. He followed.
    “I don’t want to hear shit like that from you again,
understand?”
    She screwed up her mouth. “I’m only being honest.”
    “About me being a bastard and laughing at you?”
    Her face went slack. “No. I didn’t mean…you wouldn’t…”
    “I already know that. Criticize yourself again and you’ll
get this.” He grabbed Jodi’s wrist, turned her to the side and smacked her ass
hard.
    She sucked in a breath at the pleasant sting and slumped
against him. “If I say I’m butt ugly will you do that again?”
    Grinning, he eased her away and grabbed his camera.
“Later…whether you say anything shitty about yourself or not. Back on the
stool.”
    His hands were all over her again, sometimes intimately, as
he put her in the poses he liked. He worked her until only a half hour remained
before the studio opened. This time Jodi had been in the same pose for so long,
she thought she’d die. Her joints creaked like an arthritic’s. The leather
caused her to sweat, which only made the corset tighter. Poor Rocco, no wonder
he’d bitched so much about his pants. Jodi was surprised the other models
hadn’t complained louder about these prolonged shoots. Her muscles were stiff
from keeping them still for so long.
    When Mac finally finished, her body rejoiced. Her heart, on
the other hand, sank at the thought that their morning together was finally
over.
    Reluctantly she dressed. Mac didn’t seem as unwilling.
Whistling, he tugged on his clothes with an eagerness that said he couldn’t
wait to start his day.
    “What are you going to do with the photos?” she asked.
    He finished zipping his fly and looked up. “Which ones?”
    She slanted him a look.
    He smiled wistfully. “I’m going to beat my meat to them.”
    “What?”
    His eyebrows lifted. “Don’t worry. Not while anyone else is
here except you.”
    “Oh goody, that makes me feel a lot better.”
    “Great.” He winked then went into his office with the
camera’s memory card and closed the door.
    Jodi was about to follow until she heard him turn the lock. Oh
shit. If he didn’t want her inside, he knew how bad she’d looked while he’d
been shooting her. He was probably going to Photoshop her image to make her
pretty even if he had to risk blowing a circuit board in his computer or frying
his software.
    What had she been thinking, going along with him? If those
pictures ever got out—god, if her parents saw them… Jodi shuddered at the
thought. The second Mac had a free moment she was going to tell him to destroy
the damn things. Never again would she do anything this dumb.
    It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him to keep her pictures
safe, but she did know how the world worked. If someone hacked into his
computer and stole the images, they’d probably plaster them all over