Chapter 14

It was impossible to tell the time when Dennis had the mechanical blinds closed in his bedroom. It could be noon or nighttime, and Marqi wouldn’t know. He woke her subtly from her sleep by pressing a white gardenia gently to her nose; he tickled her cheek with it, and then tucked it into her hair. She rolled onto her back and smiled up at him.

“Good morning?” she guessed.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he returned, staring down at her as if he could absorb her entirety with his eyes. He cradled her in his arms, smoothing her long, dark hair away from the creamy skin of her cheeks as he said, “I want you to do something special for me.”

“Mm,” she murmured, “last night wasn’t special enough for you?”

“Will you?”

“What?”

“Do something special just for me?”

“Well...what is it?” she asked hesitantly.

He delivered a line of butterfly kisses to her jaw and whispered, “Let me take your picture.”

“Sure,” she replied, “but I don’t see what’s so special about that.”

“With my digital camera.”

“Okay, still not breaking any barriers.”

He buried his face in her hair, finding his way through to kiss her ear. “Like this.”

“Like what? Here? In the bed?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, rolling away from her. He fished a shiny silver digital camera from his bedside stand and walked to the foot of the bed as he toyed with it. When the light blinked green, he looked at her and said, “Give me a smile, gorgeous.”

She smiled tentatively, a knot of worry building in her stomach.

“No, no,” he complained. “Not like that! You look nervous!”

He strode over to the nightstand again and poured the remaining champagne into a dirty flute. He handed it to her and said, “Here, take this and drink it. That should give you a sultry smile.”

She obeyed him, and with no food or water in her body, caught an instant buzz. “Ooh...”

“Now lay back,” he instructed, taking the glass away from her. “Just relax and smile for me.”

She tried to do as he instructed, but her smile faltered and her body shrank from his lens. She pulled the top sheet up with her fingertips, covering the most intimate parts of her body. He snapped a few more shots and studied her, considering things. He put the lamps on their brightest setting and started again.

“What are you going to do with these pictures?” she asked anxiously.

He tilted the camera to one side and gave her a languid grin, “What do you think I plan to do with them?”

She blushed, and he hastened to preserve it with his camera. She cleared her throat and said, “I mean... what will you...do...with them?”

“I’ll look at them, of course,” he said. He went on taking pictures. Every so often he would adjust something about her; her arm, her hand, the lines of her hair on the pillow. He just kept taking pictures, allowing her to keep the sheet as her security blanket for a few minutes more.

“Lower the sheet a little,” he beseeched her. She did so, coming dangerously close to exposing her nipple. He nodded and clicked the camera. “Good. That’s good, Marqi. God, you look so sexy. Smile.”

She smiled, and again he praised her. He moved back a bit, then said, “Put your left hand up, over your head. Like you’re playing with your hair.”

She reached up with her left hand to toy with a long strand of dark hair while her right kept its firm grip on the sheet.

“Beautiful,” he told her, snapping pictures. “And lower the sheet again.”

“Dennis!” she protested softly, not wanting to displease him, but still maintaining her basic line of fear of having naked pictures of herself floating around in the universe.

He paused and looked at her sternly. “You expect to go all the way back to your little college to ignore me and leave me lonely again with nothing to remember you by?”

“No, that’s not it!” she exclaimed. “I’m not going to college to ignore you, Dennis! I l-- I wouldn’t do that. You’re... and I’m... I’m just...shy.”

“Well, you’re anything but shy when I’m with you in that bed.”

“I know,” she said uncomfortably, “but this is different. I’ve never done this before.”

Dennis looked inordinately pleased by that information and renewed his resolve to put her at ease. “All right. Let’s go slowly then. How about you lay on your stomach, hm? That way everything will be covered.”

“Except my fanny,” she pointed out, but she rolled onto her abdomen anyway and crossed her legs.

“Cute,” he said, snapping the photo. “Very cute. Put your chin on your hand... and smile.”

She smiled, hoping her arms were doing a good job of hiding her breasts from the camera. Dennis stood on the bed and got a few aerials of her butt, then put his foot under her stomach and rolled her slowly, shooting pictures all the while as Marqi covered her private parts with her hands. He tickled her with the big toe on his right foot and chuckled. “You’re so sexy when you’re trying not to be. How do you do that?”

“Stop it,” she said.

“Oh, now this one’s precious,” Dennis said, looking through the lens. “Make an O.”

“Excuse me?” she said, her head buzzing.

“Your mouth. Close your eyes and imagine you’re about to give me a blow job,” he said. She shut her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. “Good; now say ‘ah.’ Very nice...”

He kept taking pictures, suggesting things, but not allowing her to cover up.

“Touch your breasts,” he said, his heart beginning to pound as her delicate fingertips came up to flit across her nipples. They hardened slightly, and so did he. He snapped another photo and said, “Lick your lips. Oh, yeah, just like that. I love it when you do that. You’re so damn hot.”

Marqi smiled; she enjoyed his compliments, and she liked the pleased look on his face.

“Raise your tushy,” he said, and she pushed her hips up, bringing her rear off the mattress. “And down... Turn to the side... Good. So hot, I swear... Suck your finger. Yeah, that’s it.”

Marqi put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it, pulling the digit slowly out from between her wet lips. Dennis was still taking pictures of her naked body, but as she watched him, one of his hands strayed to the bulge in his boxer shorts and gave it a quick rub. Seeing that he was aroused by the pictures excited her. She cupped her breasts and offered them to him, giving him another big smile.

“Gorgeous; just gorgeous...” he murmured, snapping away. He was getting so hard with her teasing him like this, flaunting her naked body before him. The moment was fast approaching when he’d have to put the camera down, but before then, he wanted a few more important shots.

“Part your legs,” he told her raggedly, thrilled when she did as he bade. “Lower your hand...”

He snapped picture after picture as her fingers trailed down from her neck, between her breasts, and coasted over the flat surface of her belly, all the way down to her cunt. She touched herself there, making him moan as he caught it on film. He needed to have her, and soon, but first he wanted to get that look of orgasmic satisfaction and ultimate bliss on her face, and he wanted it preserved in his camera.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Show me how you like it.”

She closed her eyes and let her fingers walk the well-known map of her body. Her index plunged in knuckle deep and was joined by its counterpart a moment later. Her hips rose against her hand as she rocked herself on her palm, riding her digits for pleasure while Dennis shot the frames until she came, crying out and thinking her slender fingers were no match for his big, throbbing cock.

He dropped the camera to the floor and pulled off his boxers, leaving them beside the digital box on the ground.

“Suck me,” he commanded, bringing his hard cock to her lips. She opened her mouth willingly to him, taking him in deep while he bent to massage her breasts. Her overstimulated nipples were red and raw, but her wet pussy lacked whole satisfaction. She opened her legs, showing him her butterflied lips, enticing him to lay with her in the bed. He pulled his cock from her dripping mouth and lowered it to her cunt. She moaned deeply when his swollen tip grazed her opening.

“Oh, God, yes,” she begged, spreading her legs apart further as he teased her.

Holding his cock in one hand, he gazed greedily at her ready pussy as he pushed the head in and out with shallow strokes. She shivered, her eyes and body begging him for more as he rubbed his red cock and tried not to come. She slithered down in the bed, forcing him to give a little more of his muscle to her. Surprised, Dennis found his cock slipping halfway into her body; it felt so good, he didn’t stop. He shoved the whole thing into her, and Marqi moaned wildly for him. He began to move his hips in rhythm with hers as her cunt grabbed at him, hoping to hold him. He gave it to her in long, hard thrusts that made her groan and made him sweat. He thought about all the pictures of her in his camera, and what he’d do with them later.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he told her, putting his lips to her neck. He nearly bit her in his eagerness to kiss and fuck at the same time. He rammed his cock into her, giving her the hardness she craved, while she writhed beneath him and gasped his name. Her breasts crushed against him, Dennis grabbed her hips to keep her from slipping away as he thrust into her harder and harder, riding his wave of ecstasy as his balls tightened, preparing him for the ultimate release. He came hard in her pussy while she cried out and clutched at him, coming on his cock as it throbbed inside her, shooting long, hot strings of white come into her pussy.

“Pussy feels so good,” he confessed as he came. He thrust hard inside her while she spasmed around him, urging that last little bit of come from his cock while she moaned again.

“So good to me...” she whimpered, unsure of everything except how good she felt at this moment. Satisfied, her pussy finished its honeyed climax and she kissed his neck, licking him as she calmed down. He smoothed her hair with one hand and closed his eyes. For now he had her, and for later he’d have her pictures.

Today was a very good day.