Page 68 of The Accident

Her mouth works, but no sound comes out.

I stand, walk around the island, and take her by the hand. Her fingers are cold, but her palm is sweating.

“Come on, sweetheart. Did you take that Epsom salt bath like I recommended?”

She nods, eyes wide, and I chuckle before leading her down the hallway, past the master bedroom, to the heavy, unmarked door at the end. She’s never been in here. I can feel her heart hammering through the bones of her hand.

I key in the code, then push open the door. The room is all glass and steel, with a huge, curved white wall and a scattering of softboxes and lighting rigs. There are backdrops in every color, a small dressing area with a curtain, and a full vanity with ring lights. In the center is a tripod, its lens aimed dead center at a single white stool.

She lets out a tiny gasp, the sound almost lost in the hush of the room.

I drop her hand and move to the camera, flipping switches, checking settings. “Take off your dress,” I say, not looking at her.

She hesitates, then unties the sash, lets it fall to the floor. She’s nude underneath, not even a bra. Her body is all curves and flush, the nipples pink and already hard, the pale skin alive in the harsh light.

“Beautiful,” I growl. “Now sit on the stool,” I command, and she does, legs pressed tight together, arms crossed over her chest.

I adjust the lens, focus, and fire a test shot. The flash is cold and brutal, but her skin glows in it.

I start with the easy poses: sitting, standing, hands on knees, hands at her sides. She tries to hide herself at first, but I don’t let her. I move her arms, open her legs, showing off that pretty pink, and tilt her chin until she’s looking right into the barrel of the lens. The more I work, the more she relaxes, her blush turning from fear to something like pride.

I snap a hundred pictures in ten minutes. Her hair slips loose from the knot and falls around her face. She starts to forget I’m there, the poses growing looser, more animal. I catch her with her mouth parted, eyes closed, the wet pink of her tongue showing just a little as she cups those huge tits.

“Good,” I say. “Now bend over.”

She hesitates, but obeys. She leans forward, hands braced on the seat, ass high in the air. I take a dozen more shots, each one more explicit than the last. She’s soaked, the evidence clear in the bright light.

“Spread yourself,” I command, and to my satisfaction, Kayleigh doesn’t hesitate. She’s so comfortable with me that she does immediately, two fingers on each side of her labia, opening herself to the camera.

“Oh fuck,” I groan. “Shit, you’re gorgeous.”

She makes a noise, a whimper, but holds the pose.

I shoot until my memory card is full, then set the camera down.

She’s trembling on the stool, her hair wild, her skin marked with red from where the seat cut into her thighs.

I walk to her, cup her face in both hands, and kiss her hard. She melts, lips parting, and I feel the panic bleed out of her body.

I break the kiss, then grab her by the waist and turn her to face the mirror along the side wall.

“Look at yourself,” I say. “Look how sexy and beautiful you are.”

She does. She sees herself: flushed, lips swollen, eyes huge and dark. Her body is a study in contrasts—soft and innocent with those sloping shoulders and narrow waist, but utterly debauched with her large tits and slick pussy.

I grab the camera again and shoot her reflection, the image doubling in the glass.

Then I walk her to the low white sofa in the corner. I push her over the sofa arm so that her face is buried in the cushion, her feet dangling off the floor and kneel in back of her. Then, I pull her legs apart, and kiss up the inside of her thighs.

She whimpers, then arches her back, her eyes closed.

“Ahhhh!” is her muffled cry. “Oh oh oh!”

I tease her for a long minute, tongue just barely grazing her slit, before holding her cheeks wide open.

“Shit, you have such a slutty cunt and fuckable ass,” I rasp before dipping my tongue to lick her butthole. “Goddamn, you taste good.”

She wails, her rosebud clenching beneath my mouth before I lick her there again, making her shudder at the taboo touch. Slowly, I work a finger into her asshole, first one knuckle and then all the way in.