"And no one will know."
"No one will know what it really is. Who we really are."
"My dark angel at her best."
He fucks me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit, and I'm so close. The combination of his touch and the conversation and the photographs surrounding us is overwhelming.
"I'm gonna cum," I gasp.
"Not yet. Tell me more."
"Dom, I can’t hold on."
"Tell me what you're going to draw. What subjects you need."
"Sad people. Broken people. The faces in diners and bars when they think no one's watching. The grief. The pain. The truth they're trying to hide, yes, right there," I whine, my hips now moving to chase the inevitable orgasm that’s on the precipice.
"And crime scenes?"
"Dom you gotta be kidding me, I can’t…”
“Yes you can, now talk or I'll stop.”
“You asshole…after the police clear and the bodies are gone. Just the leftover space….the the feeling that’s left behind…ohhh."
"Perfect."
His fingers move faster and I'm shaking, desperate, right on the edge.
"Please, harder," I beg.
"Cum for me. Cum while you tell me what you are."
"I'm yours. I'm a photographer. I'm an artist. I document death and life and make it sacred."
"Yeah, you do. My creative girl, so good but also so bad. I love it when you’re like this. A bad, dirty little slut for me, baby."
That’s it, I cum hard, crying out, my body clenching around his fingers. He works me through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until I'm boneless and gasping.
Then he pulls his fingers out and brings them to my mouth.
"Taste yourself," he says.
I do, sucking his fingers clean, tasting my own arousal mixed with the chemical smell of the darkroom.
"Good girl," he murmurs. Then he's unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his cock, positioning himself between my legs.
"I need to be inside you," he says. "Need to fill you with me."
"Take what you need."
I’m like a limp noodle. A complete mess. I can feel my wetness on the inside of my thighs as he positions himself. He pushes easily inside in one thrust and I cry out, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance.
"Christ, you’re dripping, baby. My dark angel," he says, starting to move and building pace.
"I'm going to protect you. Going to kill anyone who threatens what we're building."
"I wanna watch if you do."
