Free Vexed by Phoenyx Slaughter

Romeo’s pretty much demanded I’m naked when we’re in his room.
    What had seemed so sexy in the middle of Victoria’s Secret the other day, now seems tame compared to what I’ve seen most of the girls running around this clubhouse in. But it’s the best I’ve got and I still think it’s pretty.
    I slip the pink and black baby-doll nightie over my head and tie the long satin ties behind my neck. The front parts into two floaty pieces and I smooth them over my hips before sliding the tiny panties up and tying them at the sides.
    Am I nuts? Nothing seems hotter than being watched while being sexy. While having sex. Capturing those fleeting moments and watching them together later must be the ultimate turn-on.
    Before I chicken out, I fling open the door. My jaw drops.
    Romeo’s sitting on the bed fiddling with a small camera. While I was changing, he dimmed the lights to a seductive level, smoothed out the sheets, and lit a candle. How does such a hard, brutal man even own a candle?
    He glances up and freezes. For a second, I don’t even think he takes a breath. His dark blue eyes are full of such intensity, I’m speechless.
    “Ready?” he asks. As if the panty-wetting decor isn’t enough, his low, sexy voice heats all my bare skin.
    I’m barely breathing as I nod and strike what I hope is a sexy pose in the doorway. He lifts the camera and a little red light blinks steadily.
    “Tell me what we’re doing, Shortcake.”
    My hand moves to play with the ribbon between my breasts. It’s a nervous gesture, but must look sexy to Romeo because he sucks in a deep breath. “Shit, you’re fucking hot.” He lifts his chin. “Tell me.”
    “You’re going to film us.”
    “Doing what? Be specific.”
    “While we fuck.”
    “Yeah? What else?”
    I’m not sure what to say.
    “You gonna ride my dick for the camera?”
    “Oh, yes.”
    “Gonna come for me on camera?”
    “Yes.”
    “Get over here.”
    I run my hands over the material of the baby-doll and his response is barely human. With a throaty growl, he sets the camera on his dresser—at the right height to catch everything that happens on his bed—and mauls me. His hands grip my ass, yanking me to him while his mouth closes over mine. All power and want. For me.
    I’m breathing hard when we part and I have to ask one last question.
    “Promise me you won’t show it to anyone else.”
    He stares down at me and brushes the back of his hand over my cheek. “No problem there, Shortcake. No one else sees my girl naked.”
    There it is again. My girl.
    I hate how much I like it.

    If I owned anything resembling a conscience, I wouldn’t do this. But when a hot girl you’re fucking says she’d like to fuck in front of a camera, you get the fucking camera out.
    It’s not like I want to exploit her and load it onto some website to make a quick buck. I wasn’t kidding about no one seeing our video. She’s mine. I ain’t lettin’ anyone see what belongs to me.
    She’s a crazy contradiction of innocence and naughty girl, standing there in a whispy, see-through, pink and black lace nightie. I pick up the camera again, aiming it at her while I back away and drop down on the bed.
    “Show me.”
    Everything she’s feeling flickers over her eyes and face. The way she swings from sexy confidence to nervous innocence. She wants this, but she’s scared. The sick fucker inside me who feeds on her fear, loves it.
    Confidence seems to win over and she makes a show of fluffing her breasts, playing peek-a-boo with the thin, floating material and flicking the ties at her hips. Her pretty pink-tipped tits are visible through barely-there fabric. I can’t wait to rip every piece of lace right off her.
    She smiles as if she’s letting me in on a secret and unties the bow between her breasts, flashing me. Just a tease. I’m loving this and hating it at the same time.
    “Now, you show me,” she says in a voice barely above a whisper.
    While trying to be bossy is