This story is a continuation of several Flasher Fiction Fridays. This is the first, then this, and this and this. Now that you're all caught up, let's see how Carey and Doug reconcile.
"You don't want me. You want those perfect girls with their perfect pussies."
"You are a perfect girl," Doug said, leaning toward her. He was so tentative, scared she'd run. "I love the way you look. If I had pictures of you, I'd never look at those other ones again." He stood up and paced around in front of her, another sign of his anxiety. "Fuck, when you kicked me out...well, you can ask Jerry, I was a wreck. I had no idea what I'd done wrong, but I wanted to do anything I could to fix it. Ally made me crawl," he continued, dropping to his knees. "She said I was a lecherous, selfish asshole and that you were better off without me. I think she's right. You'll be fine without me, but Carey, I'm not fine without you." His voice choked. He rubbed his stubbly face and bagged eyes. Carey had been so surprised to see him that she hadn't noticed how tired he looked, how strained.
"Doug? Are you okay?"
She sighed slightly. "Of course not."
"You could. You will. I mean, look at you."
Her eyes widened. "You...think..."
"Yes, you're beautiful, Carey. Way out of my league. I don't know what I did to earn you, but I will do anything to keep you."
Carey chuckled and rubbed his bristly cheek. This was familiar. He'd always made her feel beautiful, special, like the most precious thing in his world. The pictures had made her question that, but this... "Doug, will you delete all those pictures."
He turned his head to kiss her hand. "I already did. All I have are the pictures of us."
She smiled. "I think you can add to those. Do you have your phone?" she asked, standing and opening the wrap covering her swimsuit.
He rocked back onto his heels, watching her in wonder. "Really?" he asked. Then his eyes took in her bright red suit, the way it pushed her breasts up. He looked to her belly and lower, where the synthetic fibers held her tightly. Her belly still protruded and her thighs still touched one another, but his gaze gave her confidence, made her feel sexy.
"Better hurry," she warned, looking past him to the path. No other tourists that she could see. She pulled down one strap.
Doug jumped and grabbed her hand. "Are you sure? You don't have to do this, Carey. We can go home, I can go back to your room. Somewhere private." He released her hand and pulled out his phone. "Although, I'll definitely take some of that suit. God, Carey, you look amazing."
She smiled and felt the flush in her cheeks. The turned, displaying her round ass and the open back of the suit. Doug groaned but didn't come closer. She looked over her shoulder to see him still snapping.
"Can we go back to your room?" he asked. "Otherwise I might have to take a cold shower in that waterfall."
Carey chuckled and stepped closer. "I don't know that we need either." She turned him to sit on the bench and opened his pants. He popped right out, already hard. She sighed in content. It was all for her. He hadn't looked at another woman, he wasn't thinking of another woman. He really wanted her.
As she stroked him, she braced her knees outside of his on the bench. His hands traced up and down her back, followed the curve of her breast or gripped her ass, each in turns. He didn't seem to be able to keep them in one place, like he wished he had two or three more.
"You feel so good, Carey. I can't wait to get you home again. I'm lost without you."
"I have a question for you," she said, kissing him and using her free hand to stroke his hair. "How much do you need the bondage?"
"What?" he asked, his breath coming in gasps.
"The pictures, they were usually chained or cuffed or tied. How much do you need that?"
He groaned, fingers digging into her flesh until she slowed her movements. "I don't need it."
"I'm willing to try it," she told him.
"Oh my God," he said. "You tied to the bed. Fuck-" He cut off as he swelled in her hand, spraying onto her scarlet suit.
His hug pulled her into his chest. "I want to take you back and make you feel that good." She squirmed slightly, feeling the dampness that hadn't come from him. Her suit was cutting into her and when he reach down, she thought she slide right off the bench.
"You'll stop when I say?" she asked, moving to her feet. He buttoned himself up.
"Well, yeah. That's part of the deal. I won't do anything you ask me not to, and we can use a word to make me stop. Really, Carey? I never dreamed-"
"Oh, I imagine you've dreamed of it," she teased, pulling him to his feet. "Aren't you supposed to be at work now?" she asked, slipping her arm through his.
"Yeah. I said I had a family emergency."
She chuckled. "They're gonna be pissed when they find out it wasn't."
"Wasn't what?" he asked, following her lead back to her room.
"A family emergency."
"The hell it wasn't," he said. "You are the most important part of my family, Carey. I know you didn't want to talk about marriage, but well, you are family, all right?"
She stiffened in shock. "All right," she said at last. Since her parents divorce when she was six and watching each parent remarry time and time again, she'd been set against marrying anyone, but perhaps that wasn't fair to Doug.
He wrapped her in another hug. "Don't freak out, Carey. I'm good with what we have, but I love you more than my brother, more than my Dad. Is that okay?"
She relaxed. "Yes, that's okay."
He sighed in relief too. "Good. Are we nearly there?" Carey laughed at his impatience and opened the door.
Carey tucked her arms behind her, feeling the silky rope winding over her limbs. Doug took time to kiss her shoulders and neck, touch her backside lightly. He kept her warm and aroused while he prepared her for his enjoyment. Once she was secured, he backed off, picking up his new camera. He circled, taking pictures at different angles, turning her into and out of the light. Then he tossed the camera aside and knelt before her, tucking his chin under the bulge of her belly. She couldn't see what he was doing, but it felt amazing, she shuddered and shook, wishing her hands were free to brace on him, and enjoying the pleasure that built to push her limits. She couldn't fend him off with her hands, she couldn't hold herself against it. She had to feel it all, and it was glorious. She had never imagined she would like being tied up, but she did. As soon as her flush spread down her chest, he jumped up, taking more pictures before quickly untying her.
She slumped, leaning on him. Doug held her close, taking her to the couch. She stretched out on it, her head on his shoulder.
"Want to see?" he asked, holding the camera out. "See how sexy you are?" he asked, flipping though the history. "Why would I bother looking at another woman? All I want is you."
Carey sighed and closed her eyes. She'd been too hasty to run away from Doug and the perfect models. He was right. She was sexy, and she would let him show her for a long time to come.
