Page 94 of I Thee Lust

“I’m the one who takes the photos, not poses for them.”

My exhale is full of exasperation. “Viziata, I know there’s more to it than that. What have I said about lies of omission?”

“Sorry,” she mumbles. Carina taps her thigh, signaling her unease. “Ever since…you know…”

I put the camera aside so I don’t crush it by clenching my fists. Killing Ugo is still a great memory for me because it felt good to avenge what is mine. At the time that was, and is, Carina. Nothing mattered more to me than getting her justice and when the need to obtain that for her became more important than getting it for myself, I knew I cared for her.

In a way that I never had for a woman.

And never will again.

Carina knows I don’t like hearing about her assault when we’re in bed, but this is different. She’s trying to explain her uncertainty and if I don’t let her express herself then she won’t want to confide in me.

And her trust is one of the most valuable things I have in my life.

“I do know,” I say gently, silently urging her to continue.

“Well, after that I didn’t like seeing my reflection and pictures are similar to that.”

I take her chin in hand, raising it so that her gaze meets mine. “Viziata, you are exquisite. I never want you to doubt that.”

She gives me a half-smile.

I drop my hold to grab the ends of my rope and begin forming knots and loops again. My wife isn’t convinced, but I’ll keep telling her until she finally sees it for herself. Hopefully, my plan for today will assist with that.

After I have her beautifully bound, I stare down at her. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

The desire from before returns to her eyes, making them like flames. She trails her gaze down until it reaches my hardened cock. “Actually, I do.”

I swat her ass cheek playfully and rearrange her hair so it’s spread across the bed in shiny waves. Then I walk over to the two dozen roses I bought for her yesterday as a surprise. When I grab the nearby scissors and cut the long stem, Carina lifts her head.

“What are you doing?”

“Wait and see,” I say.

She grumbles from the bed and then, “I better get laid.”

I laugh and shake my head. “It’s like you don’t know me at all.”

After collecting the newly trimmed roses, I take them over to the bed and strategically place them on and around the bindings along Carina’s body. She watches me but remains silent. I pick up the camera when I’m finished.

“Signora Silvestri, welcome to your shibari photoshoot. I will be your photographer this evening, as well as your lover afterwards.”

My wife sighs before giving me a tiny smile, and I know she’s given up.

Well, she kind of has to, because she’s fucking tied up and can’t do much else anyway.

But not only that. It’s due to the fact that Carina loves and can sense how much I want to do this for her. In the end, she’ll finally be able to see what I do when I look at her.

Perfection, both inside and out.

I take more pictures of her, than Carina ever has of that fur ball. And with every image she becomes more beautiful to me. Impossible but it happens. And it’s probably because she is “the beauty of the moment” for me. Not in just appearance but in all ways and at all times.

And if the saints above are listening, for always.