“Well, I’m not sorry,” she said. “You deserve to be a little scared after that shit you pulled on me.”
When he was fully naked, Courtney feigned putting the gun back into her purse. What she really did, with her other hand, was put the gun under a pile of papers by the wastebasket. It was completely hidden, not where he’d expect to find it, and still accessible.
She wasn’t sure if that was a smart move, but now that she had him naked and willing to do anything for her, she wasn’t afraid of him anymore.
No, if anything, now it was Shane’s turn to be scared of her.
“So, you’ve seen my website?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am. It was hot.” Shane glanced at her. “You looked…really good. Fucking sexy as hell.”
“Thanks.” Courtney shrugged off the compliment, considering who it was coming from, but it did feel good to know she still had it. “Come on, we’re going in the back room, where I have everything set up.”
Recognition dawned on his handsome face. “You’re going to use me for those pics, aren’t you.”
“Yup.” She gestured with her head for him to hurry up and follow her, and he did, like a good little puppy.
She opened the door to her back room, complete with her specialty bondage bed and chair, and the lights on metal stands, all in place, ready to go. Courtney flipped on the lights, and the room was illuminated perfectly. Along the back, sturdy shelves housed boxes of products, ready to ship.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, taking it all in. “But if you’re in the photos, who takes the pics?”
Courtney pointed to her three high-resolution video cameras, each set up to capture a different angle of the scene.
“When I was still with Travis, we just filmed ourselves having fun with the toys, and took stills from the shots.”
Shane whistled. “You’ve got videos of that stuff? Why don’t you just make a porno and sell it?”
“It’s something to think about,” she murmured.
The truth was, in pictures she could take her time to Photoshop them, make everything look awesome, and pick and choose the best angles and most flattering shots. She’d watched her videos, and professional adult films they were not. The photo stills that came out of them, though? Perfection (at least, once she’d edited them a bit).
“Now,” she said, turning the cameras on, “if you need me to stop doing something, or if I need you to stop, we’ll use a safe word. What’s your safeword?”
“I…I don’t have one.”
“I’ll give you one. Let’s have ‘Call the cops’ be your safeword, how about that?” She smiled wryly. Fuck him and his criminal ass.
“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled.
“And mine will be me shouting ‘fire.’ Got it? Keep going after I say ‘fire,’ and you officially turn into a rapist scumbag, okay?”
His eyes widened. “I’d never do something like that. I swear.”
“Well, it’s not like I can trust you, now is it?”
She stripped her clothes off, all business, and shimmied into a lacy black negligee. When she turned back to look at him, his cock had gone from limp to hard, jutting out obscenely.
“You should still be scared, by the way,” she added, nodding at his erection.
“Okay.” He smiled, his fears clearly gone at the sight of her scantily-clad body.
Courtney sighed and pushed him onto the bed. His chest was hard-packed muscle beneath her hands.
“We’re going to play with some new toys. First up, this sex ramp.” She pulled the large black ramp onto the bed. “Lie down on your stomach, ass in the air.”
“Aww, fuck me,” he groaned.
“Later…if you’re good.”