Page 72 of Cinnamon Strudel
Olivia gave an approving nod. “I know you said you might want some nude pictures as well, but that totally depends on how you are feeling right now. I think these photos would look gorgeous as nudes as well.”
“I’m down,” Morgan confirmed, dropping to one knee to take Ruby’s face in his hands. “What about you?”
She took a deep breath and slowly nodded. “I would like to see that too.”
They undressed, and Morgan rebound her in the lights before taking a seat in a large leather chair. He grabbed her throat, guiding her to look up at him and grinning sexier than sin. “You are breathtaking and so fucking brave, Ruby.”
“It feels good with you by my side.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Her eyes fell to where his erection jutted out from between his thighs, nearly drooling as he slipped his thumb into her mouth. Instinctively, she sealed her lips around it and sucked. “I hope you know that I will cherish these pictures for the rest of my life, just like I worship your body, mind and soul.”
A dozen poses later, Ruby had finally had enough. After she’d gotten dressed, Morgan was posing on the backdrop, abs flexing as he seductively grinned into the camera. She sat back enjoying the view and the way Olivia was so accommodating to Morgan’s needs. She showed him his poses on the screen, making it easier for him to know how to adjust his body.
Once all was done Olivia told them she would give them a shout once the pictures were done, and they left, counting down the days until they could finally see the results.
Morgan
As they arrived home, Morgan could sense that his woman was fighting with her feelings. Maybe seeing herself through his eyes had truly done something to her, and now those two sides of herself were colliding.
“You seem tense,” he stated after dinner, taking her hand and guiding her to the bedroom. “I want to reward you for being so brave.”
“And how do you plan to do that?” she teased.
“Tie you up and ravage you like an animal who hasn’t eaten in months.”
“Sounds like my kind of reward.”
Morgan nudged her onto the bed and withdrew a long rope from his dresser. “I want you naked and lying in the middle of the mattress with your hands above your head. Can you do that for me?”
“Already naked.”
He chuckled and as she settled, he stood and untangled the rope. “Ready, darlin?” he asked once he could no longer hear the bedding rustle.
“I’m yours.”
Fuck, he was already so hard that it was painful. He knelt beside her and formed the rope into a pair of cuffs. Leaning over, he grabbed the hook hidden underneath the mattress and anchored the excess rope to it.
“When did you get that?” Ruby gasped.
“A few days ago. Jack came by.”
“He did?”
“He offered after hearing Manuel’s comments about me liking rope play. And no, neither of my brothers know, and they don’t have to. Jack said he won’t tell a soul.”
“Is that the only one?”
He shook his head and tied the rope, with a little slack to give them enough room to play. “There’s one in each corner.”
“Oh…”
He paused, taking her jaw in his hand and leaning down until she came into view. “I now realise I should’ve discussed this with you. Would you feel more comfortable if I didn’t tie you up like this?”
“It feels good. It’s a good surprise, I promise.”
He searched her face for any sign of reluctance. He didn’tthinkshe was lying but he wanted her to be sure about this. “Forgive me for taking over such important decisions.”
“I was just about to thank you for doing as much. It’s nice when you take control.”
