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Today's selection is from PHOTO OP! released by Aspen Mountain Press.



Our heroine, Emily, is on an exploring mission.

“These are the voyeur rooms.” Emily jumped at the sound of a deep voice in the quiet hallway.

Dammit. She’d been caught snooping and had no plausible excuse to save her nosey ass.

Her hunky dessert server nodded to the long line of wooden doors on either side of the deep red plush carpet. “Perhaps you would like a glimpse inside one?”

Offense is the best defense.

She drew herself up to her full five foot eight. “Is the waitstaff allowed up on the second floor?” Sexy as he was, a girl still had to be careful.

“Only by special request of a member.” His lips twitched at the corners. “Do you have any specialties you would like to request, Emily?”

“No, and if I did it wouldn’t be any of your business.” The broad corridor seemed to have shrunk to a tunnel as the temperature soared.

“Perhaps a cool beverage would soothe your flushed face.” He reached for her elbow, his fingers warm and strong. She surprised herself by not backing away. “Shall we?”

“Since it appears we’re going to become new best friends, what’s your name?” Her voice squeaked out the words.

“Nicholas Caine.” He ran his eyes slowly down her body, then back up. “And I hope we will be more than friends.”

Juices filled her panties at the intriguing thought of more.

“You’re British, aren’t you?” Anything to create a diversion and calm her senses.

“Spot on, but I suspect after twenty years of photographing the world you have learned to place many accents.” His lips curved in dominant a manner and her breasts tightened. “And to answer your other question, yes I am allowed up here. I happen to be one of the owners.”

Voyeurism seems to be hotter than Em expected.

Nick cocked an eyebrow and refilled her glass.

Emily sank onto the gold lacquered medallion armchair, her bottom slipped against the mauve silk fabric.

“Everything all right?”

“Yes, fine. A little warm in here, isn’t it?” She fanned her flushed face before swallowing another cold sip.

He stepped away and did something at the brocade covered wall. A moment later cool air swirled around her. He turned to her and smiled, then gestured toward the glass.

An overly made-up middle-aged blonde sat on the side of a canopy bed, wearing the hottest red come-fuck-me-heels Emily had ever seen. One skinny leg crossed over the other, masking her color coordinated panties.

Emily sat straighter in her chair, curious to see what would happen next. Purely for research, she tried to convince herself, ignoring the tingle low in her abdomen.

The woman leaned back on her outstretched palms and tossed her shoulder length hair, her long breasts bobbing with the movement.

A much younger man silently entered through a side panel. Tall, muscular, and absolutely lickable. His muscles rippled as he walked buck-naked toward the bed, his substantial purple cock pointed north.

“This seems to be more to your liking.” Nick laid his hands on her bare shoulders. A shiver ran through her as he spread his firm fingers across her décolleté. She could only nod as his heat traveled lower to her tight breasts.

Nick pressed his thumbs into Emily’s back, massaging the stress kinks out of her tense muscles, creating a greater need between her thighs. She sighed as his caressing fingers glided up her throat, her secret zone no man had as yet discovered.

A new world opens up for Emily.

“What’s in this room?” Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or pleasure at the possibilities that motivated her, but she had her fingers crossed they would complete what he’d started a short time back.

“An experience that definitely requires leading up to.” He laid his warm hand over hers as she tried to turn the brass handle. “Emily, what happens in here is not for everyone’s taste. Remember where you are.” He studied her hard. A small frown turned down his lips. “Do you understand me?”

A moment of reservation crossed her mind before she nodded. “Let’s go for it.”

“As you wish.” He pushed open the oak door with a large ornate dragon carved on the front panel.

She wrinkled her nose as incense assailed her the moment she crossed the threshold, not necessarily unpleasant, just pungent. An array of votive and pillar candles lit the red and white room enough for her to make her way to a throne style chair.

“You are in my seat.” His voice took on a more authoritative tone.

“I beg your pardon?” He couldn’t be serious.

From his stance to his face, Nick’s entire demeanor changed to a man in control. Exciting, which surprised her. “You will move to the side.”

She jumped off the uncomfortable chair and followed his bidding, convinced it was the booze that made her do it.

“Pour me a drink.” It seemed please and thank you had obliterated themselves from his vocabulary.

She bristled at his directive, amazed to find that she had already walked to the bottles of Saki neatly arranged on a silver tray in the far corner.

When she carried the drink back to his highness, she noticed he had shrugged into a red silk robe embroidered with gold thread over his clothes and had perched himself on the gilded chair like a king awaiting his handmaiden. Yet, somehow his change in attitude excited her.

She glanced around, not wanting to meet his eyes for fear he guessed her little secret, then she spotted the elaborate beaded headdresses, decorating two walls.

“Do not even think of it.” He never bothered to look at her, but somehow had sensed her appreciation and desire to wear one of the gem studded crowns.

She tossed her head with a haughty air. “I have no idea what you mean.”

He ignored her lie and pointed toward another tray. “I’ll have a small plate of sushi.”

Emily realized she’d had plenty to drink, way over her normal limit, but she wasn’t drunk enough yet to tolerate much more of Nick’s little attitude, no matter how sexy he was.

The silver tongs slipped from her fingers, clattering to the china plate.

“Careful, Emily, I would hate to see you get hurt.”

She glanced over her shoulder to see his concerned face watching her. From barn boss to tender in a heartbeat confused her.

“Okay, Nicky, what the hell is going on here?” She laid his fishplate onto a strange little end table at his right.

“You asked to see what was in this room.” He slid an eel roll into his mouth and chewed. She watched his Adam’s apple bob, her nipples hardening as he swallowed. “I decided to give you the full experience, first hand.”

“I hope there’s more to it than slavery.”

“Much more, my little novice, a pleasure and teaching too few in this world enjoy.” His lips curved into a sensual smile. “The greatest lesson in life that one can learn... is to forgive,” Nick said as he pressed the remote that opened the red silken drapes.

A dainty Asian woman swayed from the ceiling, like a small bird falling to its death, bound in a complex design of involved rope twists. Emily winced as the woman raised her head, knowing the thin rope, running from her neck to her vagina, had to have pulled like hell against her tender flesh.

“It looks painful.” She tilted her head to the side, curious to see the expression on the captive woman’s face.

“Not really. There might be a bit of chafing when it’s over, maybe some light stinging, but great care is taken to assure no injuries occur. It’s all very sophisticated. We use candles along with oils and incense to enhance the experience.” He gestured an arm around their room. “Very much like you see here which helps to set the voyeur’s mood.”

“So what’s this non-painful, lesson learning, stylish form of torment called?” She avoided his eyes, a bit afraid of what might come next.

“Kinbaku, which translates to beautiful bondage."

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Review from WitchGiggles at Alternative-Read;

This is a bit different than the norm and quite frankly I adored it. I wasn't too sure of how it ended until I realized it left the perfect opportunity for another wow part (hint, hint). The woman was just the way I like to read them; strong, intelligent, yet at the same time vulnerable, while the male was assertive, smart, and able to be tender at the same time. It was a mix made in heaven (and the mind of a talented writer) which is easily one to read over and over.

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