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you like this?"
    "Oh god, Sarah."
    "Octopus?"
    "No."
    I smiled. "If it's any consolation, I don't do porn covers."
    She laughed nervously.
    "Do you think you could free yourself?"
    "No," she said.
    "I could photograph you and leave. When would someone find you?"
    "Never."
    I paused.
    "You don't look nervous about it," I told her.
    I watched her smile. "You're trying to play mind games with me."
    "I could step them up," I said. "The mind games." I didn't wait for her to respond. I walked into the other room and returned with my camera.
    "Do you think I'm bluffing?" I asked her.
    "I don't know," she said.
    I turned the camera on, walking around the bed. I knelt down near the foot of the bed, facing her in profile, and took a photo.
    "Oh god, Sarah!"
    I took two more photos. She turned away from me after the second one.
    "No!" I told her. "Put your head back where it was RIGHT NOW."
    Meekly and slowly she complied. I moved around her, taking several more photos. She was trembling, but not once did she ask me to stop.
    So far every photo I'd taken had been tasteful.
    I moved to the other side of the bed and focused on her face. I took a photo.
    "Oh god, Sarah," she said.
    "Are you going to stop me?"
    "No."
    "You know what I'm going to do with these."
    "Yes."
    I moved down so that I was looking up her body. "Raise your head, Sarah," I ordered. She did. I took a photo, capturing an in focus belly button in the foreground, everything past that out of focus.
    "Octopus?"
    "No."
    "Why are you letting me do this?"
    I didn't wait for an answer. I took a photo of a bended knee.
    "I don't know," she said. "Sarah, I don't know."
    "Are you an exhibitionist?" I asked her. I photographed her foot and ankle with the restraint holding her securely.
    "I don't know," she said.
    I took one of the other ankle. "Maybe you don't think I'm really taking photographs of you. I promise you, I am."
    "I know," she said.
    I took two more photographs. Every photograph I'd taken had been tasteful.
    I moved back to her head and cradled it on my shoulder.
    "I've been good!" she said. "I've behaved!"
    "I know you have," I told her. I slowly pulled the blindfold from her eyes.
    "Are you untying me?" she asked sadly.
    "No," I told her. "I'm only showing you the photographs." Then I held the camera up and went into preview mode, showing her the photographs. "You may tell me to slow down or go back," I told her. "I won't punish you."
    "That one!" she said. I stopped scanning through them. It was the one I'd taken of her belly button. She turned her head to look at me, then back at the photos. She stared at the camera. I held it steady for her. Finally she said, "May I have a copy of that one?"
    "They're all yours," I told her. I set my camera aside and immediately began kissing her. She opened her mouth obediently, and I invaded as far as I could. We both were squirming and moaning by the time I was done with the kiss.
    I smiled at her and she smiled back. Without asking her, I replaced the blindfold and kissed her again.
    "Allison," I told her. "If you try to take control again, I'm going to post these pictures on the internet."
    "Oh god. Sarah."
    I leaned over her and took a nipple into my mouth. She immediately squirmed and moaned, but she didn't try to push into me. I was getting impatient, and my hand snaked its way down between her legs. I began tapping my fingers against her labia. She squirmed again. I parted her labia and began to tease her clit.
    "Oh god!"
    "If you invoke the name of God again, Allison, I will punish you. I am the only one here with you right now."
    "Sarah!"
    "Better." I gave her an especially nice flick on her clitoris.
    "Oh Sarah!" she was squirming terribly, which got me even more excited. I stole her mouth with mine, my fingers continuing to tease her clit.
    I whispered into her ear how lovely she was, how delicious it was to watch her squirm. My fingers continued to tease her clitoris. They slipped into her vagina for a moment, pressing