Free Shattered by Love by Dani René Page A

I push up off the bed and pick up my camera.
    Stepping out of the room, I head to the courtyard and take in the surroundings. It’s an exquisite area, with a lot of natural light and there are some incredible flowers that will add to the ambience of the photos.
    The hotel is old, historic beams and ornate metal adorn the balconies and I know Ivy will love it. She always had a love of history and art and this place is a dream. I find a room with the door cracked and as I step inside the familiar scent of cinnamon assaults me. It’s empty, except for a large black wingback chair facing the ornate window.
    There is an enormous piano in the one corner with a fireplace opposite, and the rug is the same shade as red wine. A room with old world charm and I wonder if I could get photos of Ivy in here, dressed in nothing but some exquisite lingerie.
    If she’d have me back, I would do anything to have her pose for me again.
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    “ K neel on the table , baby.” Ivy always obeys my commands. Her submissive nature is intoxicating and I ache to have her on her knees. Big blue eyes staring up at me. “You trust me don’t you?”
    “Yes, Flash.”
    “Do you want me to take you higher than you’ve ever been? Make you fly?” She nods shyly, dressed in black lingerie that accentuates her beautiful creamy skin. I watch her body tremble and I can’t help smiling. “Put your hands behind you.” The rope in my hand is a deep red, like the wine I plan on licking off her body. “You see little, Firefly, when you pose for me, I won’t only take your photo. I will also take your heart, body, and soul.”
    Gripping her wrists together, I make quick work of tying her hands behind her. Weaving the rope in an intricate pattern up her arms that are now bound behind her back, which juts her breasts out.
    I guide her so she’s comfortable, kneeling at the perfect height for me. I stalk around her, taking in every inch of her perfect body. My low-slung jeans hang from my hips as I watch her greedy eyes rake over me.
    “Flash, are we going to fuck now?” We’ve had sex a few times, and this is the first time I will edge her to the point of tears. I need to see her cry, beg, and plead for the release that I command.
    “No little Firefly. Tonight you will cry for me. I want to see those tears and taste them.” Her lips part on a breathy whimper and her pupils dilate. I notice her pulse rioting in her neck and I crave to lick it, to feel it throb against my tongue. Just like I will feel her clit when she shatters. “You will learn to come only when I tell you to. Do you understand?” She nods silently. “Answer me. I need your words tonight okay?”
    “Yes, I do.” Her body arches in the moonlight that’s illuminating every soft curve of her form, it’s a breathtaking sight. Picking up my camera, I snap a shot of her, walking around the beautiful woman bound by my rope, I snap again, and again. “Jayce…” I halt my movements. Her use of my name is concerning because we decided in all our scenes she must call me, Flash, and if she uses my real name, I should stop. It’s her safe word.
    “What is it, Ivy?”
    “I love you.” Her words saturate my heart, expanding it, filling me to the brim, then overflowing like a fountain gushing water, my love for this woman holds no barrier.
    “I love you too, Firefly.” I take another two photos and set the camera down. My cock is steel behind my zipper, daring me, challenging me to drive into her. But I need to make her crazy with desire first.
    Picking up the silver blade on the table, I stalk towards her. Her eyes widen, but it’s not fear I see in them, but an emotion I need her to give to me. Trust. With slow movements, I slide the steel tip between her breasts, down her stomach until her corset falls open. When I reach the tiny panties covering her sweet bare cunt, I position the metal under one ribbon of the waist band and slice it away. I do the same to the other side and the