Page 51 of Knot Your Rebel

My too-large boobs.

My ass that jiggles with each step I take.

Then I look at my exposed ink and smile. I love these tattoos. I love the way they embrace my skin and adorn my body.

The lingerie is see-through. I can see the way my nipples pebble from the slight chill left behind when I took off my clothes. You can see the neatly trimmed line I have atop my pussy. The negligee molds to my curves, and it’s fitted in a beautiful and simple lace pattern. It’s not scratchy like most lace things these days. It’s soft. Probably the reason I purchased it in the first place.

A knock sounds at my door, and I pull my judgmental eyes away from myself in the mirror. “Rebel? How long does it take to put on some kinky underwear?”

“Coming!” I yell back. “But I need to do my makeup. It’ll be just a few more minutes.”

I can hear her huff through the door, and I have to stop myself from chuckling. Always so eager and ready to do the things she’s put her mind to, and apparently, today, that’s photographing me.

Footsteps lead away from the door, and I frown, taking one last look at myself in the mirror before turning and heading to the old makeup vanity in the corner of my room.

The lights flick on at the top of the vanity, providing light so I can see what I’m doing. Foundation and concealer go on first, followed by blush, eye makeup, and then I finish it all with some light pink glossy lip balm.

“Shoes or no shoes?” I yell to Nova when I realize I’m standing there barefoot.

“Up to you, honey. If they make you feel sexy, then hell yes.”

When I finally emerge from my room, I find Nova sitting in the same spot I left her in earlier, but instead of coffee and a book, she has her camera bag, a tripod, and some special lighting spread out across the counter.

My hair is down, layered in beach waves, and I’ve done up my face in my typical war paint.

I feel like I’m about to step foot onto my first porno set for a scene. My mind instantly flashes with images of what that experience would be like. I wonder if I would be any good as a cam girl. I know it would bring in some cash flow for me, and I obviously like it when people watch, based on how much I slick just knowing someone’s eyes are on me. My body was exposed all the time with Brad when we invited over his alpha friends, so would it really be that different?

Yes, there are probably millions of people who would see it, but they’re virtual strangers. Men and women who could use the image of me to get off to when they feel the urge. “Rebel?”

The soft sound of Nova’s voice drops me back into the present.

I shake those thoughts away. “Yeah, what?”

She laughs. “I asked if you would mind if we used your bed for a few shoots? Lord knows mine isn’t made, and I know given your clean freak tendencies that it’s probably like military grade made right now.”

I tuff. “I am not a clean freak.”

“You keep on telling yourself that, girl. Seriously, though, do you mind? Nothing personal, but I want bed pics with the light in your room, and I don’t really want your scent on my sheets where Gunnar will have to smell it. I don’t need him to die because he may have your scent on him.”

I mean… she’s not wrong. Who knows what Tate would do if that happened. He’s certainly a possessive bastard.

Unlike her previous assumption that my bed was made, it was in fact not made. So I had to take a couple of minutes first to get it all pristine and spotless.

The entire time Nova takes pictures, she tells me to move this way and that, physically shifts my body, or tells me where to put my hands and my head.

We’re finally finished, and we’ve plopped on the couch with wine to just enjoy some time together. Without the guys. She pulls the SD card from the camera and loads it into the laptop. Over three hundred pictures of myself are staring back at me.

Some of the positions she put me in for the shoot seemed odd at the time, but looking at the pictures, now I can see her reasoning. Her photos have vastly improved in the last few years.

Her first few years, the pictures were good, but these ones look professional. The light angle highlights different parts of my body for the camera. I can’t wait until she reaches her full potential.

twenty - tate

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My phone buzzes in its holder while I’m on my way to the arena for morning skate.

SS: Did it work how you wanted it to?

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