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*America's POV*

He smiles down at me. I feel my body explode with love for him, and I give my best smile back to him. I stare into his sweet cocoa eyes and then I think of the best idea. "Hey Maxon."

"Yes, Darling?" He asks me, probably knowing that I thought of something absolutely devilish.

"So, for the kinky thing you want to do later…"

"Yes?"

"Why don't we get pictures of a pg13 version of it. Save the r-rated stuff for later…?"

"Okay… Do you trust me, darling?"

"With my entire being…" I confessed to him.

"Okay." He sighs, "America, Darling, what is your favorite word?"

"Why?"

"Because I want us to have a safe word. So that way if things get too overwhelming for you or me or if I, heaven forbid, hurt you, we have a word to say that makes us both stop instantly."

"Why can't we just use stop?" To me, using stop makes the most sense. Maxon is very good about hearing me when I tell him I'm not in the mood, except for that one time, but even then if I told him to stop at any point he would have.

He sighs again. Probably because I don't get why we can't just use 'stop' considering that it works any other time. "Because, sometimes it'll be hard for me to listen to a stop when I get into the headspace required for this."

"Okay…" Oh, this is the dominant headspace thing that he really likes. This is really important to him, which means it should be just as important to me. "Let's use bubble."

"Bubble. Okay. If you say that, I stop and I go into care mode, understand?" He asks me, eyebrows raised. I nod without a second of hesitation. "Perfect. Down on your knees."

I listen. I don't know what is in store for me if I don't, so I figure it's best to listen to him so that nothing terrible happens.

"Hey, Marlee?" He calls.

"Yes?" She asks as she pulls the camera down from her face.

"In my closet, right by the door there is a tall dresser with the drawers labeled by color. Grab a nice black tie from there for me, will you?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

Marlee rushes into the closet and I watch her rush away. I hear the drawers open and close before she returns carrying a black silk tie with little diamonds on it.

"Here you go, Maxon."

He grabs it and shoves it into his back pocket quickly before thanking her. "Thank you. I'll tell you when to start taking pictures, unless you wanna get candid shots of me tying her up."

"Okay…"

I have to hide my gulp of fear. Tying me up? This is something so new, I'm kind of terrified. Maxon said I can stop him just by saying 'bubble', but under that fear is something stronger than fear. It's a curiosity, but it's more than that too. Then I realize what it is. It's lust. So, I hide my trembling lip, by biting it and look up at my lover. He looks back down at me. His eyes are dark with the same feeling I have. He smirks a little and I almost wonder why.

"Arms out, wrist together." He commands.

I hold them out, keeping my wrist touching. I look back to him for approval, but he is too busy taking off his belt to notice my eyes trying to make sure I'm doing what he wants. Then, his belt is being secured around my wrist.

"Does it hurt? Is it too tight?"

"No."

"Good. I won't do too much now, so you shouldn't need the safe word. I'm making sure everything is alright, okay? Now, keep your chin up, Darling. I want to see those pretty eyes of yours. Now part your lips." He tells me.

I do as he says, looking up at him. Then his tie is in between my lips. He pulls it around my body, following around to tie it at the back of my head. I almost want to protest, but I sort of like it. Not even sort of like it, I really love it.

"Look at you, all tied up for me. You're such a good girl…" He praises me, which only ignites a fire so deep that must be fixed now. If only I could tell him. He chuckles, "I know what you want, baby. Let's get through this photoshoot and I might let you have fun, but it'd be at your own expense."

His fingers lighting brush against my jaw, around to my chin then to the side of my face. His fingers slowly and lightly trail to my nose, then down my nose to my parted lips. I shiver. He chuckles and smirks again, like my sweet torture is funny to him, but I know it's not that. I know it's because the dominance he has while torturing me is intoxicating and so arousing to him. I don't blame him. He grabs my chin to snap me out of my thoughts.

"I thought I said to keep your chin and eyes up, Doll." I correct myself, almost like I never let my body go into my inner conscious space. He relaxes a little when he sees my eyes snap back to his. "Good. If you behave I might make you happy later."

Then he trails around my body again. I feel the tie around my mouth start to loosen and soon it is on my arms, still extended out in front of me. He makes his way back around and undoes his belt from my wrist. I stay on my knees waiting for him to say or do something.

"Wow…" Marlee whispers. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open after witnessing such a scene between us.

"I'm going to put my tie back and give myself a minute to get out of this headspace so we can continue. Are you alright, Darling?"

I nod. "Very much so."

"Excellent. If you'll excuse me for a moment." He bows his head a little as he walks away. As soon as he turns his back I get up onto my feet.

Marlee, who rushed up at me at some point, grabs my arm. "Have you two ever done that before…?"

"No. How did those pictures turn out?"

"Take a look for yourself." She says handing me the camera like she suspected I would ask to see them.

I grab it from her and look at the picture she already has pulled up for me. The entire time my eyes are on him as he undid my restraints. The pictures of him running his fingers over my face as I stared at him with want. And the one where he grabbed my chin. They looked so good. They were so… sexy. It made me want more. "Marlee, these are really great pictures."

"I'm glad you like them. It's so exhilarating watching you two interact in such a way. I might have to tell Carter about this…"

I giggle. "Well it is exhilarating to be a part of. Not to sound weird, but I bet you like it. It's so different, but just so… hot."

We both giggle for a moment and see Maxon coming over to us. "What are you two devils laughing about?"

"Just talking about how… stimulating it is to be a part of or to watch us interact like that." His face floods with a light red color. He looks down at his feet. I giggle, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Babe. Marlee now has something to talk to Carter about."

They both turn bright red. Marlee gasps, "America, you're lucky your queen…"

"I'm just being honest. Anyway, let's keep going. Nude portraits. Can we handle that right now or do we need another break?"

Maxon shrugs, "I think we'll be fine. You?"

"I'm more than fine."

"Great. You ready Marlee?"

"Yup. Just waiting for you two drop your pants and stuff."

Maxon and I laugh a little. Marlee blushes slightly and then lets us strip. She turns away to limit the amount of time she has to stare at us naked. Maxon and I don't look away from each other. As I unbutton his shirt, I don't look away. As he unbuttons his pants, he doesn't look away. Before we know it, we are both naked and our eyes are still glued to each other.

I get her attention. "Marlee."

She turns around and looks at us. "Let's get started."

So, we do. I look at Maxon and smile. He returns it. It takes all of my will power not to just into his arms and hope that he will pick me up to make love to me on our bed. Instead, I watch his eyes scan my body. He starts at my face, looking into my eyes before shifting down to my neck where he will soon be able to kiss. Then to my chest. His pupils dilate when he lands on my chest, absorbing the image of my breast and their curve. Then down my torso, seeing the curve of my waist to my hip. From my hip to my thighs, and thighs to my feet. He relishes in my image.

I look at him too. It feels like a dream come true to look at Maxon's perfectly sculpted body. Chiseled chest and abs, bulging biceps, and the best v- lines down to his perfect, long dick. I look at his toned legs and make my way back to his eyes. Oh, how I want him to force me down to my knees, tie my hands behind my back, and make me beg him to be fucked like the good girl he called me earlier. I want him to make me scream his name when he makes me-

"America?"

"Sorry. What? Yes? Hi…"

"Are you alright? You seemed zoned out."

"Oh, sorry. I was… letting my mind wander."

He laughs. "Let's get this over with so I can help you out with your evil thoughts."

I giggle and walk over to him. "Thank you, kind soul."

I reach out and tentatively touch his arm. He doesn't flinch away, so I pull him in by his bicep and kiss him. Our lips collide in pure magical bliss. He kisses me back, but I can tell that he doesn't want things to go too far by the way he's kissing me. I decided to have us pull apart. Our foreheads rest together as we catch our breaths. Our hands latch between us. I can't help but feel like my hand fits perfectly into his. We stay like this for a moment, then he lifts his head. He lets go of my hand and pulls me close to him. We stand together. His warm skin against mine. I look into his eyes. I fell in love with those eyes. I didn't know I would when I came here, but I'm so glad I did.

"I love you, Maxon."

"I love you, America."

We back away from each other, just holding onto each other by our hands. I looked into his eyes and knew I was staring at my future. I smiled at him. He gave me the brightest smile I've seen since our wedding day. I can't help but think that Maxon values this day as much as our wedding day just based on that smile.

"Hey, can I put some music from this thing over here?" Marlee asks, pointing to an old box on the edge of his dresser.

"Yes. That thing is a record player from long before Illea was a thing. Put the record on it and then place the needle on it. I only have one record, but it's full of classics from our parents' age. They only make a few of them, and they are very expensive. More expensive than live music even."

"Like this?" Marlee tries to confirm with him, but before Maxon can even say anything, there is sweet music coming from the machine. Sweet and sultry songs that I've never heard before. Maxon grabs me and holds me so we can dance. I wrap my hands around his neck and his arms go around my waist. We sway to the music, a simple beat in four. The occasional off-beat clicks from the camera can be heard, but we don't mind.

As the song ends, we pull apart. We both smile sheepishly at each other. Love floods my system so deeply.

"Can we get some solo shots, America?"

"Yeah. Who would you like to go first?"

"Let's get Maxon done first, then you. After that, we can do any other request you have for pictures."

We both agree. Maxon goes first. I grab his robe and wrap it around myself as Marlee takes photos of him. She does some angles that might be related to sexual poses, such as a shot right below his belly button. She gets a few of his abs and arms. A few of his profiles. A few of his muscular back and ass that I love. She gets a few of his head thrown backward.

"Maxon, can I have you place your hand against the wall, straighten out your arm, and then look down."

"Okay." He walks over and we both follow him. He poses like Marlee says.

She smiles and says to me, "I thought this one would be cool. What do you think?"

"He's still my sexy husband."

Maxon looks at me and winks. I melt. Marlee snaps some pictures and then gives him the okay. I take off his robe and hand it back to him.

"Your turn, America." He tells me as he trades me spots.

I lean my back against the wall, but arch it so only my ass and head are against the wall. Then, I throw my hands up to lengthen out my shape, make myself look thinner, and give my breast a little lift. Then, I lean against the wall with my face towards it. My back remains arched as I lean. I have no idea how this looks but based purely on Maxon's reaction, I bet it looks good. I move again. This time I lay on the bed. Hand between my thighs, but not touching. My lip in between my teeth and eyes rolled back into my head as my back arches up. I can hear Maxon lose it, "God damn…"

I prop myself up to look at Marlee for a moment. "Marlee, can I have three blue roses? One with a long stem and then 2 with shorter stems."

"Of course." She replies. She grabs what I requested and gives them to me.

I thank her. Then, the blue rose with the long stem goes between my legs, right at my upper thighs to cover my vagina. The two other roses end up placed in front of my breast to hide my nipples. Marlee laughs and takes pictures of me. Once I hear the ever familiar click at least 4 times, I remove the roses from around my body. I sit up and move onto my knees. Then I look at Maxon. We lock eyes, and I don't let go of his gaze as I drop down from sitting with my butt propped up on my heels to my butt touching the soft bedding below me.

"Oh… fuck…" He says and walks into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Marlee snaps a few pictures and suggests, "You better go fix that."

I shrug and get up. My feet run across the cool floor of our bedroom. I knock on the wooden door to his bathroom. I holler through, "Babe. It's me."

The door unlocks in seconds and I am pulled in with a squeal. Before I know it, I'm shoved against the closed door inside the bathroom. His lips are against mine and I can't help but melt with him. He kisses down my neck and remains there. His body is against mine. His hand is between us, rubbing my clit ever so lightly. It elicits loud moans from me. Moans that Marlee definitely can hear, but we don't even care. He keeps going, lips attacking my neck and fingers circling me ever so perfectly. Within minutes, I am succumbing to a powerful orgasm that leaves me falling down to the floor. Maxon, still being careful, makes sure I don't hit my head on my way down. I start to come down and figure that since I am down, I might as well make him cum, too. I pull his cock into my mouth and deepthroat it. He moans and screams. I begin to give him the best blowjob I think I have ever given. I suck and lick. He moans and groans. His hands end up in my hair, pulling on it slightly, then tightening as he feels his orgasm come on. His warm seed fills my mouth and back of the throat. I love the way it feels, so I don't stop bobbing my head until he pulls himself out of my mouth. I swallow what he left for me and lick my lips. It's salty but so desirable. He catches his breath as I stand up.

"Thank you." He whispered as he continued to calm down.

"Thank you, Babe." I sigh, "I like that. We need to do that more often."

He laughs. "Maybe we will."

"Let's finish this photo shoot," I suggest, holding out my hand for him to grab. Without a moment's worth of hesitation, our fingers lock together and we walk out hand in hand.

"Thank God you two are done."

"Why is that?" I ask her.

"Because I don't think I could have done another minute of you two moaning… Anyway, do you two have any requests for photos or are we done here?"

"I have one," Maxon announces.

"What is it, Babe?"

"Us looking out at our garden. Silhouette shot."

"I like that. Let's do it. Especially since I don't have any other ideas."

We walked over to the window together, our hands still clasped together, and we looked outside. I always fall in love with the beauty of our garden and the nature it holds, but it seems instantly better when I can share it with the person I love. I lean into his arm and close my eyes, just thinking about us at this moment. I am so happy right now, and I never want it to end.

"Maxon?"

"America?"

"I love you."

He kisses my head, "I love you."

He twisted me around to dip me down. I giggle and kiss him as he holds me so close and I can't help but think that he is my entire future and that I couldn't be happier with that.