Chapter 3 Nudes Photo Session

AGNES's Desires

I hated him last night.

I was so mad that I could scream even though it was not really hated.

Adams.

He had thrown me out as if I was a child sneaking in where I didn’t belong.

He had even dared to keep the bedroom door locked after he had shut me out.

And I had stood in the hall for a long time, burning with shame and my anger.

That man, he had kissed me and nearly ravaged me at the dining yesterday.

Why on earth had he stopped?

Now, the anger he awakened had settled to become something hotter.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I couldn't stop thinking about the way his mouth had devoured mine.

I couldn't forget about his fingers which had been deep inside me yesterday.

My body was still aching for him, throbbing in a way that my hands couldn’t fix.

I reached under the bed in my collection and pulled out my vibrator.

It was the only thing that was keeping me sane since I came to live here.

I spread my legs shamelessly.

I pressed it to my clit, biting back a moan as the buzz shot straight through me.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

I rocked against the device.

I shut my eyes tight as I imagined that it was him—Adams.

His tongue tasting me.

His thick hard cock filling me.

His rough voice telling me to take it all.

The orgasm came quickly, shaking me and leaving me panting and sticky.

I dropped the stupid pink toy to the bed as a frustrated cry left my lips.

It wasn’t enough.

Nothing was enough.

Except him.

Adams.

“I need you, Adam,” I whispered into the empty room.

My chest ached.

My body was begging for him and I was seriously tired of pretending.

I closed my eyes tightly, lying there and basking in my frustration.

Then, an idea came to me.

I sat up with a start, almost laughing as a devilish smirk curved my lips.

It was a reckless and dangerous one, but I was just too far gone to even care.

I grabbed my phone.

I pulled off my clothes and started taking a lot of pictures while still buck naked.

I snapped my breasts.

I took one if my lips parted.

Also one of my fingers spreading myself open so he could see everything.

My face was in some with my tongue out and needy for a taste of his rod.

My hands were shaking as I typed out his number and finally sent them all.

But when I was done, a sense of dread instantly washed over me.

"Damn it!" I cursed.

I wouldn't delete it.

The deed was already done.

Then I switched my phone off with my heart still hammering hard in my chest.

“There,” I said to myself.

I threw the phone on the nightstand.

“Now you will see me the way I want you too,” I mused with a grin.

I flopped onto the bed, exhausted.

I drifted into a shallow nap with my body still twitching with the leftover heat.

When I woke, I was completely drenched with my hair sticking to my face.

The air was thick and hot and sweat clung to my skin, making me restless.

I realized then that I must have forgotten to turn the AC back on before I slept.

I groused as I pushed myself up.

I felt so dirty and sticky, with the cum that was still sitting between my thighs.

“Ugh, I need a shower.”

I peeled my damp shirt off my body and walked into the ensuite bathroom.

The tiles were cool and felt kind of good under my feet.

I stepped under the spray.

I closed my eyes as water ran down my skin and began washing away the stickiness.

I was there, singing and having a mini concert when my ears prickled.

I froze.

Then I heard it.

It was a heavy banging on my bedroom door that made my heart jump.

“What the hell?” I muttered as the banging came again, louder this time.

My mind raced.

Adams.

He was home.

He must have seen the pictures.

But before I could think or grab a towel, the door swung open with a loud slam.

“Agnes!”

His voice filled the room.

I gasped.

He must have heard me because his tall frame instantly filled the doorway completely.

His gaze locked on me.

His eyes were dark and blazing as they drank me in wet and naked.

“Adam—”

My voice cracked.

I tried to cover myself with my hands and his mouth curled into a cruel smirk.

“Why are you covering it up now?” he asked me in a voice that was low, mocking.

I swallowed hard.

“You had no problem with showing me everything over the phone.”

Heat flared in my cheeks as the humiliation began crashing over me.

Regret churned in my stomach.

“I—I shouldn’t have sent those,” I began to stammer with unexpected shame.

“You shouldn't have?” he demanded as he took a step closer to me.

The air instantly electrified.

“Adam, please,” I whispered as I began backing away from him.

But my foot slipped on the wet floor and I yelped as I lost my balance.

But his strong arms caught me even before I could hit the tiled ground.

I froze.

I was pressed tight against him with water dripping from my hair onto his shirt.

His hands were firm on my body, holding me up while my chest heaved.

I stared up into his face.

The hunger that I glimpsed in his piercing eyes was completely raw and violent.

“Adam…” I breathed.

He didn’t answer.

His mouth crashed down on mine in one brutal and desperate move.

I was left to whimper as he kissed me, his tongue forcing its way inside.

He claimed me fervently.

His grip tightened on my waist and pulled my body flush against his own.

I moaned low.

“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. “You drive me insane Agnes.”

“Then stop fighting,” I gasped.

I clutched his shirt.

He slammed me mercilessly against the wall, kissing me harder.

His teeth scraped my lip.

My towel slipped, baring my breasts to him, but I was too far gone to care.

His hand slid down my side, gripping my ass, pressing me harder into him.

I could feel the solid length of his cock straining against me.

His needed member was hot and thick even through the restraint of his pants.

I moaned, grinding against it without any iota of shame left in me.

“You wanted me to see you?”

His voice was rough in my ear.

“You wanted me to know what you are really begging for it huh?” he mused.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I need you, Adam. I can’t stop.”

His chest was heaving as he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes.

Sweat and the water from my own body was dripping down his handsome face.

His expression was wild.

It was torn between fury and desire.

“Agnes, if I start, I won’t be able to hold back anymore,” he said.

It sounded like a vow.

"Yes," I moaned breathlessly as his thumb gently brushed my lip.

It was rough and tender all at once. “You asked for this. Remember that.”

And then his mouth was on mine again.

It swallowed my gasp and sealed the promise I had been waiting for.