Tangled Truth (5 page)

“Get the—”

“Condom.”

They spoke over each other, and laughed again as Drew
reached for his jeans to retrieve the rubber from his wallet. Only one, which
he replaced every few months if needed. He suddenly wondered why he didn’t
carry more, a whole pack of emergency condoms, in case he found and desperately
wanted to spend a whole weekend in bed with the hot girl of his dreams.

But they only had one, so they would have to make the most
of it. Protection in place, Drew crawled back to his spot and tucked his hands
under Eva’s shoulders, cradling her. She worked a hand between them, finding
his cock and stroking it firmly.

“You don’t seem rusty at all,” he choked out. Her hand felt
so much smaller than his own, so foreign. She pulled him at just the right
speed, just the right intensity, and he saw stars when he closed his eyes. When
he opened them, she was guiding him to her pussy, rubbing his tip inside her.

“Some skills you never lose,” she said with a shaky grin.
She was flushed, trembling, and he wasn’t sure if it was nerves or arousal, but
it was far too late to turn back.

At the last second, remembering it had been a while for her,
he considered lube—but then it was evident they didn’t need any. Eva was so
wet, so slick and hot and soft, that when she arched her back to meet his first
thrust, Drew knew he wouldn’t last long.

He didn’t need to, though. Eva came after only a few
delectable moments, eyes shut as she strained against him, mouth open and
panting. Drew drove deeper, and then let his body take over as Eva’s trembling
began to ease. He pushed his cock deep into her warmth again and again, and the
divine tension he’d suffered for weeks finally built and broke and shattered
him beyond repair.

Chapter Five

Drew wished he were less distracted. He wanted to lose
himself in what he was doing with the ropes, and the way Eva’s skin looked
exactly as he’d imagined it would when he restrained her. It was Sunday
afternoon, a long shoot, and the mood as the four of them worked was relaxed
and congenial. He had worried that things might be awkward, that Eva might feel
awkward, if they revealed their budding relationship to Danny and Sheila. But
their subtle shows of affection passed unremarked, and soon they were caught up
in the work anyway. The day had the potential to be perfect.

Instead, all he could think about as he relaxed between
posing sessions was his brother Seth’s revelation, shared over a late pancake
breakfast that morning after he’d gone home from Eva’s to shower and change.
The simple, classic diamond solitaire Seth had showed him so proudly. Seth’s
plan to ask his girlfriend Allison to marry him, while the family was in town
over the Christmas holidays. They had been dating only a few months, but Seth
said he knew she was The One.

Allison was a great girl, and Drew liked her a lot. He was
thrilled for his brother, but it was still disconcerting to think of Seth
getting married. It marked the end of an era.

“Okay, folks,” Danny said, startling Drew from his train of
thought. “Break’s over. Let’s move on to the next one, see what we can get done
before lunch.”

“What’s next, again?” Drew was already bending over the
duffel bag of neatly wrapped rope bundles, looking for the lengths he might
need.

“
Shinju
,” Danny replied. “You sure you’re okay with
this, Evie?” The tie would bind her breasts tightly above and below, squeezing
them into prominence. It was the first binding they would photograph that was
overtly sexual.

She looked a little nervous but nodded. Drew realized she
was still wearing the deep red Chinese silk robe she had taken to throwing on
over the bodysuit, and he wondered why.

Then his thoughts abandoned him as Eva sat on the floor in
front of the backdrop and let the robe slip from her shoulders to puddle around
her waist.

She was topless. Right there in front of everybody, in the
middle of the afternoon. He had no idea why it was about a million times hotter
to see her breasts this way than it had been the last time he saw them. He
nearly whimpered openly as his cock stiffened at the sight.

As Danny fussed with the drape of the silk around Eva’s
hips, Drew tried to gather his scattered wits and look as though he weren’t
about to keel over in shock and lust. “Um, the black rope, right?”

He thought back over the conversation of that morning,
trying to recall hearing Eva agree to do the
shinju
binding topless.
Nope. He remembered nothing. Either she and Danny had talked about it when he
wasn’t there, or he’d been more distracted by Seth’s engagement than he ever
would have thought possible.

“Yeah. We’re keeping the robe draped over her legs, it’ll go
nicely in the shot. Honey, you need help with anything?”

The lighting for the next several shots was to be more
dramatic, and Sheila was busy shutting out the sunlight and arranging the
reflectors.

“No, I’m good. Hey. Wow. Evie, you’re going to make me look
all kinds of bad when I get back to being the model. My boobs aren’t nearly as
pretty as yours,” she quipped, as she fiddled with the equipment.

“Oh. Um, thanks?” A deep blush spread over Eva’s face and
chest, and Drew could see her start to hunch her shoulders, a marked change
from her initial statue-straight posture. He was surprised to feel a surge of
protectiveness. He didn’t want her to be stiff and self-conscious; he wanted
her to be open and comfortable, and to enjoy this.

“You don’t have to fish for compliments, Sheila,” he
quipped. “Your boobs are every bit as nice as Eva’s. It’s just we’ve all
seen
yours enough times that the novelty has worn off.”

The round of laughter that followed seemed to relax Eva a
fraction. Sheila’s comeback relaxed her a bit more, and within a few minutes,
the four were back to talking and joking as they had before the unveiling.

Drew was glad for the enforced slow pace of the photo shoot,
which required him to stop every few minutes while Sheila took pictures of each
step during the process. The more artistic shots would come at the end, when
the binding was complete; these photos, however, were meant to be
instructional. It made the whole thing more impersonal, more clinical, and the
friendly mood in the room certainly lent itself to a platonic approach.

None of that changed the fact, though, that Drew was wildly
turned-on from the moment he looped the first coil of soft black nylon braid
around Eva’s slim, taut body. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t clear
from the start that Eva was feeling it too. Her eyes were half closed, her lips
parted, while a gentle flush once again warmed her face and chest. Not the
embarrassed red of a few minutes earlier, but a soft glow that accompanied the
rush of blood to engorged nipples.

“Not too tight,” Danny murmured at one point when Drew was
close to finishing the binding. “Not during the instructional stuff, anyway. If
she’s okay with it, you can make it snugger for the shots we do after that.”

Drew realized it was the first thing anyone had said in a
while except for brief instructions from Sheila about when to stop so she could
take pictures. He had been too wrapped up in wrapping Eva up, too involved in
the pressure of the rope and his fingers against her skin. Lost in the way her
silken flesh gave under the restraint, and in the wholly enraptured expression
she wore. As though she was mesmerized.
Which is why Danny spoke to me, not
to Eva
, Drew thought. She was in no state to converse.

Eva was in deep subspace, drugged by the rope. Danny and
Sheila had noticed it before Drew, obviously. Or rather, Drew had noticed but
lacked their objectivity since he was a willing participant. Perhaps even the
culprit.

“Evie?” he asked as Sheila angled for another set of shots
once the binding was complete. “You doing okay, sweetheart?”

She blinked slowly, pupils wide, and nodded. A sleepy smile
crossed her lips, and Drew suddenly wanted to kiss her more than anything he
had ever wanted in his life. He sneaked a finger up to her lips instead, his
breath catching when she closed her eyes and opened her mouth a fraction to
flick her tongue against his fingertip.

“Hey, hey, enough of that!” Sheila smacked Drew’s hand away.
“You can do that on your own time, Casanova. This is business right now. Evie,
c’mon. Sit up straight. Pull your arms away from your sides just a little.
Drew, get out of the shot.”

Her abrupt, no-nonsense tone helped Drew snap out of it, and
pulled Eva mostly back into the land of the living.

He went to the little fridge where Sheila kept water and
sodas, pulled out a can of cola and brought it back to hand to Eva once Sheila
finished. Then he took himself off to the bathroom, where a few seconds with
his head under a briskly cold faucet helped restore him to his senses enough to
brave returning to the room.

Eva was holding the cold can of soda to the back of her
neck, and she shot him a mortified look when he walked back in and threw
himself on the couch. Shelia was busy untying the ropes, which made Drew vaguely
jealous. Not only because he wanted to spend more time touching Eva, but
because he was proprietary about his handiwork. He had to admit, though, it was
probably wisest for them all to take a break.

“So…” He grinned at the group, all friendly innocence.
“Who’s buying lunch?”

* * * * *

The afternoon was worse, in many respects.

For one thing, the binding was more time-consuming, a very
complex and decorative weaving that secured Eva’s arms behind her back. She had
the body stocking back on, which helped some from Drew’s perspective.
Unfortunately, now she was on her guard and couldn’t relax. The ropes chafed,
the knots hit uncomfortable pressure points, her stance was stiff and awkward.

Drew was close enough to realize she was also still
turned-on. She was obviously trying to deny it, though, trying to keep from
letting herself go. The situation was making her anxious and irritable.

Drew knew some people responded strongly and instantly to
bondage, particularly ropes, in the way that most people only reacted to
intense foreplay. He’d seen something like it in clubs a few times, but only in
people he knew were experienced submissives.

Eva’s response, though, was as surprising as it was
remarkable.

“She’s a total rope slut,” was Sheila’s pithy assessment.

“Yeah, it’s pretty extreme,” Danny agreed, clearly not
minding the development in the slightest. “But it makes sense. I always thought
she protested too much.”

“I’m right here, you know. I can hear you.” Eva frowned and
tried to flex her shoulders.

“Oh, honey, don’t try to do that right now. It looks like
you’re about to dislocate something.”

Eva snorted at Sheila’s show of concern. “It feels like I’m
about to dislocate something. And my nose itches.”

“Drew, scratch her nose. In fact, you know what? We’re going
to take five here. We’ll text you when we’re on the way back. Come on, Danny,
let’s go for a walk or something.” On her way out, Sheila gave Drew a piercing
look that he struggled to interpret. Was she angry with him? Did she want him
to do something?

Eva was rubbing her itchy nose against his fingertips,
clearly not very satisfied with the arrangement. “Can’t you untie me?”

“No, not unless it actively hurts or something’s going numb.
We’re too far into this. It would take forever to redo it, then they’d have to
reset the lighting, and I don’t think Sheila’s in any mood to wait around for
that. Is your nose all scratched now?”

“It’s better,” she confessed with sigh, “and this doesn’t
hurt, exactly.”

Drew traced his hands over the knots and then let them trail
over her shoulders, where he began to work at the taut muscles as much as Eva’s
position would allow. She was sitting on the floor, knees folded neatly to one
side, and when Drew sat behind her to get a better angle on the massage, her
fingers brushed lightly against the crotch of his jeans.

Both of them held their breath for a moment, then released
it again as he settled in behind her. They were clearly pretending it hadn’t
happened, and Drew was all right with that. Acknowledging it would probably
only worsen the situation. Given that he had been walking around half hard all
day, he really couldn’t take having things worsened at that point. Their
encounter the previous night had, if anything, made his need keener instead of
easing the pressure. It was as if, rather than working her out of his system,
he had only worked her deeper in.

“I can’t untie you,” he said as he worked his fingers more
firmly against her, “but I could try to relax you.”

She tensed instantly, pulling away, and Drew mentally smacked
his forehead for dropping such a stupefyingly obvious line. “I mean really to
relax you, not—”

“I know what you meant.”

“Sorry.”

“No. You shouldn’t apologize. I know you’re trying to help.”

“Okay. So then let me help.”

She took a moment too long to answer, and Drew knew he was
about to hear less than the truth. “I just want to get this over with.”

His response, given without thinking, was more forceful than
he meant it to be. “No you don’t.”

“Excuse me?”

Figuring he might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb,
Drew leaned forward and pulled Eva back by the shoulders until her arms pressed
against his chest again. He could feel her wild pulse, her quickening breath,
and it gave him courage to continue in his reckless course of action.

“You don’t want to get this over with. You want to drag it
out.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“On the contrary, I know many things about you, Miss
Godfrey. Including some things you apparently don’t want me to know.”

“Oh? Such as?”