EroticReverie

Kase Gibson

It was Saturday night and 10:45 pm when the front door opened as I stood there in my suit pants and dress shirt, my tie undone around my neck. 

"Oh" I say. "You're early" 

"Hmm, I am" she says and walks in, her heels clicking against the tile. 

I walk over and help her with her coat, and as she slips it off, her shoulders , I take a sharp inhale at a fresh bruise on her arm.  I'll kill him. 

Then i'm distracted she she turns around and my eyes pop open. 

"Jesus...that's some dress Emmy" I say, unable to control my reaction. 

It's a silver mesh fabric dress, with a plunge that dips to her fucking waist line, the dress is tight and goes mid thigh, but comes in the middle between her legs in a reverse plunge. The mesh fabric allows me a shadow of her nipples through the dress and fight the urge to fucking stare. 

"I never get to wear it out...Henry won't let me." she says and let's me take her coat and I put it over the small desk at the side near the door. 

"Well....show me your work Kase." she says looking over her shoulder and gives the tiniest smile, her hair up in a little chignon as I run a hand over my face. 

"Fuck" I mutter to myself, watching her hips sway as she walks. 

Emmeline Donovan

I couldn't lie, it had felt nice to be noticed last week. It'd felt nice to have a man tell me I was beautiful. Even if I didn't deserve to hear it from him. I remembered how cruel I was to him, how cruel I was to anyone "below" me. 

Part of me believed it was karma that had sent me Henry. That had made me fall for him at nineteen years old. He'd made me feel like a princess. The princess I'd become accustomed to being. It didn't take long though for him to make me worthless. He'd cheated on me months into dating me. But I loved him. So I stayed. And he kept me, he put a ring on my finger and promised to never do it again. But he did. Several more times. Each time giving me false promises that he'd change. 

My mother told me that women made sacrifices for the men they loved. "If you love him, you'll stop at nothing to keep him happy darling...even if it means he seeks that happiness in another womans bed."

I was growing tired though, I was growing lonely. I was nothing more than a trophy at this point, for him to tuck away and bring to parties and events. 

My breath caught in my throat when I entered the somewhat dim room, with the only lights being the ones shining directly on the photos. 

I couldn't decide where my eyes wanted to go first. 

I could feel Kase behind me and I felt a chill slip down my spine. 

"Show me your favorite." I said softly. 

"I can't." he replied. 

"What? Why not?" I ask, my brows pinching as I turn. 

A slight smile lifts his lips. 

"Haven't taken it yet." he says, looking right at me. 

I lick my lips nervously, and I feel dirty, feel like a bad wife, as I let another man make me feel heat between my legs. The heat that Henry has long since stopped worrying about stirring. 

I feel my nipples tighten as he just fucking looks at me, at my face, nowhere else.  Look at my body my brain says, look at it the way that he doesnt anymore. 

I suck in a breath as he steps closer, but then it slips back out as he walks by me and points to the first photo. 

I'm honestly only hearing half of what he's saying as I watch him talk about the several models in this photo, and he must be telling me a funny anecdote because he's laughing and it's the same laugh I remember in high school. The laugh that was never taken from him, no matter how much my friends and I were bitches to him. 

Why was he doing this for me? Why did he want to spend time with me and show me his work? It made my stomach flip and flutter, and it was sad that simply someone wanting my company almost made me want to cry. I hadn't felt wanted in even just a casual way, in years. 

I make sure to get out of my head, as he takes me to the next photo, again explaining the day of the photo, apparently he'd planned for the sun to be out that day, but a freak rainstorm had happened. 

"I think I like this better with the rain, than I would have the sun." I say of the photo of the couple under water fall. The water rushing over them. 

"Me too." he says with a smile. 

I almost shiver when he gently presses a hand to my bare lower back, and guides me to the next photo. 

Another story, but I cant concentrate , because the heat of his hand is warming the chill at my back, my nipples pebbling harder under my dress, and I shame myself for wanting his hand in other places. You're so starved for attention Emmeline. I tell myself. 

His hand drops away and I can breathe again as he moves to the next one with a point. 

An hour later he's shown me the entire exhibit. 

"So that's it then?" I ask. 

He smiles. 

"Well..there's one more thing." he says and takes my hand gently and pulls me along side him into the back of the building and my heart thuds and he flicks on a light in a backroom. 

In the room is nothing other than a floor of red velvet fabric, a ladder, and a table with cameras, and lenses. 

"What's this?" I ask and he smiles. 

"I want to take my favorite photo." he says. 

I look at him and, god, I'd made a mistake coming here tonight. I shouldn't be here. 

"Oh." I say quietly. 

"If you want to of course" he says. 

"Um...I....I'm not a good model." I say nervously. 

"I dont believe that for a second. You were the selfie queen were you not?" he asks and I roll my eyes. 

"Did you look at my selfies Kase?" I tease back. 

"All the time." he says without an ounce of teasing and I swallow, once again nervous. 

"You were harsh to be around....but always easy to look at Emmy" he says. 

I bite my lip and then look away and look at the wall and floor of red velvet. 

"Where do you want me?" I ask and look back to him and he smiles. 

"Let me get my camera ready" he says and turns to the table, talking to me with his back to me as I peel my dress off, and my panties. Wanting this. Selfishly wanting the approval of his gaze that I no longer get from my husband. 

"So we'll probably just have you lay o-" he stops his eyes going straight to my breasts, my nipples pointing at him, so hard they hurt. His eyes go down to my thighs, between them as I stand with my hands at my side, not making a move to hide myself. 

"Just lay on the fabric?" I ask. 

He says nothing , his eyes roaming back up and I see him swallow hard, and then I feel my cunt ache with pride. Someone wants us. I tell myself. I'm still desirable. 

"You....you sure you want to be nude?" he asks.

My brows pinch. 

His eyes come to mine. 

"Is something wrong with my body?" I ask, suddenly feeling like a fool. Of course something was wrong with it, why would he-

"God no." he says shaking his head. "You're....fucking beautiful" 

"Does your camera have a timer and stuff?" I ask. 

He cocks a brow. "Well yeah, but I always do it manually" he says. 

"Can you have it so it takes pictures at intervals?" I ask and he nods. 

"You can only take a picture of me...if you're in it too." I say. 

His brows raise. 

"Me?" he asks and I nod. 

"I dont ever get in the ph-"

"Take your clothes off Kace." I say and he looks at me, pausing , not saying a word. 

I watch him set his camera down and I watch as he doesnt even really hesitate and begins to unbutton his shirt. 

"You've grown up." I say when his shirt is off and I can see the hard chest, defined toned body and dip in his hips. 

"yeah, I guess so" he gives a boyish smirk. 

I watch as he continues, dropping his pants, and I lick my lips, not missing the tenting erection in his briefs. 

He stands there, and then slips off his socks. I slip my heels off and he stands there in his briefs. I walk over and grab his briefs, he inhales as I tug them down from his hips. 

"All of your clothes Kase." I say as I keep my eyes on his and lower his briefs, lifting the front of them to let his cock spring free before I pull them down. 

My mouth waters as my eyes look down to appreciate his dick. 

I don't think I've ever wanted a cock in my mouth as bad as I do in that moment, but don't let my mouth drool over it any longer as I flick my eyes back up to him and stand back up slowly. 

"What are you doing Emmy?" he asks. 

"Taking a photo?" I ask and his nostrils flare. 

"How do you want me?" I ask quietly. and he groans slightly. 

I miss someone looking at me the way he does. With that hunger in his eyes. 

"Just stand over there." he says nodding to the center of the backdrop. 

I walk over and can feel his eyes on me, I can feel them looking at the bruises on my back from a few days ago when Henry slapped me and pushed me so hard that I feel back over the coffee table. 

I turn slowly and lift my eyes and find his lips in a tight line, and he looks, angry, down right murderous and it's awful, but , it turns me on. It feels good to have someone find me deserving of something better than the live i've made for myself. 

Setting the camera on his tripod, and then another from another angle, he sets them up and then walks over to me and stands. 

We stand with our profiles facing the camera, and his eyes are cast down on me, and his mouth is still set in an angry line.

"Is that why you wanted to be naked? To show me what he does to you?" He asks, his jaw ticking and I hear the camera clicking, then the other, the snaps continue a few seconds apart. 

I shake my head slightly. But was that the reason? Did I want someone else to know what happens behind the closed doors of his multi million dollar mansion, did I want , and need to share my secret with someone. 

"I..I don't know" I say. 

He lets out a rough sigh and steps closer. 

"You deserve better Emmy" he says quietly. 

I shake my head. 

"I'm a bad person." I say quietly. 

"What makes you think you're bad enough that this is the life you deserve?" he grits his teeth. 

I blink as the cameras stop clicking. 

"Why do you even care? I was awful to you in high school." I say. 

"You think you being a bitch to me in high school means you deserve a husband that uses you as boxing practice?" he snarls. 

I flinch. 

"He's not always mean to me." I say and Kase shakes his head. 

"Don't do that. Don't fucking play stupid. You're not fucking stupid. And you know that's bullshit. Nothing excuses him beating the shit out of you." he says and steps forward and then turns me and I let him. 

"Jesus christ Emmy" he heaves a sigh and I feel tears prick my eyes. 

"It's really worse than it looks" my voice croaks slightly. 

I cry as I feel his fingertips lightly graze the bruise at my shoulder, not even being able to remember the last time a man touched me that softly. 

His fingers move across my back to the other bruise at my mid back on the other side and I feel his mouth brush the back of my shoulder. I inhale shakily and my lower lip trembles as he kisses my skin softly. In a weird way, this display hurts more than a fist to the face, or a back hand, or being thrown down stairs or up against a wall. 

I move away from his touch and then shake my head to myself and then move quickly to my dress. 

"Emmy" his voice is soft. 

"I have to go." I say as I grab my dress and pull it on quickly. 

"Emmy don't go" he says calmly, standing there. 

"Let me help you." he says, and it's so sweet , and he doesnt deserve the tongue lashing I give him next but I have no other choice. I can't do this, I can't let some guy from high school remind me of what a fuck i am up, of the life i'm stuck in, let him show me what i COULD have had if I hadnt been a stuck up rich bitch that married for fucking money and what I thought was love. 

"Help me?" I laugh. "Help ME?!" I throw the straps of the dress over my shoulder. 

"There's nothing YOU can do for ME" I bite out, fighting back the tears and grab my heels from the floor, slipping on one, and then the other. 

"You can leave him." he says. 

"NO...I CANT" I say angrily. "You don't just LEAVE a man like Henry." I say. 

"You think he'd let me just walk out of his fucking house?" I laugh and swipe an angry tear from my cheek. 

"You dont know anything!" I scream. 

"This was so fucking stupid, coming here, so fucking stupid" I mutter as I almost trip in my heels and Kase follows me back into the main gallery, still utterly naked.

"I'll help you" he says. 

I snatch my coat from where he put it and pull it on and glare at him. 

He was beautiful, he was ALWAYS beautiful. I never admitted it to anyone that I thought so, because he had been poor, and my friends and I, were elitist fucks. And everyone in my life now was too. 

"Why Kase? So you can finally fuck a rich girl?" I ask. 

"I'm too good for you Kase" I say angrily, and just watch him stare at me, with absolute no reaction whatsoever. 

"You still have a crush on me from high school" I scoff. and swallow the guilt in my throat. And we both know im redirecting, spewing shit to keep from falling apart. 

"It's pathetic Kase...inviting me here...did you really think i'd stoop so fucking low?" I sniff and then grab my purse and open the door. 

Without a word, he lets me leave.

I go home , and find Henry waiting for me , drunk in the foyer, with a look I know all too well.