Take the Heat

He sprawled on top of the ramp, and she quickly checked each of the cameras to make sure they were still in alignment from the last shoot.

“I’m going to use these fabric cuffs on you,” she said, opening up a pair from her new shipment. “They go with the ramp.”

He nodded, and she latched his hands to the sides of the ramp, securing the thick Velcro, and added two larger cuffs for his muscular thighs.

“How’s it feel?” she asked, admiring the view. Damn, he looked good like that, all restrained and at her mercy.

“I’m not safewording,” he said.

“Good. Now let’s introduce the purple leather flogger. I’m going to make your ass nice, red, and stripy for this scene,” she said, bringing it out.

The flogger was good quality but not too expensive—something her customers would love, especially after seeing pics of her applying it to Shane’s butt.

“Wait—you’re going to make my ass red with makeup, right?” Shane looked back at her with an expression of concern mixed with arousal.

Yes, definitely arousal. That was gonna make a nice pic, right there.

Courtney laughed. “No makeup, buddy. In fact…this might hurt a bit.”

He took a deep breath. “Yes, ma’am. I suppose I deserve it, anyway. I never should have tried to rob you. I’m really sorry.”

“Nice. Trying to get me to go easy on you. I can respect that.” Courtney grinned and circled the bed, flinging the flogger through the air to catch a few shots of it with the strands all flying. “But it won’t work.”

Shane shut his eyes. “Oh my God, please, just do it already.”

“As you wish.” The flogger sliced through the air with a satisfying sound and landed directly on his ass, leaving behind beautiful red lash marks.

“Oww!” he cried.

“Oh come on, this is a baby whip. Seriously. Don’t be a pussy.”

“I’m okay,” he said.

“This one’s for holding me up, asshole.” She flogged him again, harder, and he stifled his moan against the ramp.

Curious, Courtney leaned over the bed and felt between Shane’s young, hard body and the ramp. His cock was at full mast despite his whining. She’d whipped herself with the very same flogger when it first came in stock, so she knew it was perfect for kinky beginners.

She flogged him again a few more times, just enough to get his ass the perfect color (and, truth be told, to appease her need for a little painful vengeance). Shane cried out with each lash, his face flushed.

He moaned and shifted his weight against the ramp, then did it again. And again.

“Stop trying to cheat yourself to an orgasm, mister,” she warned.

He paused. “Sorry, ma’am.”

She dropped the flogger on the bed. “Next up, the prostate stimulator for men.” She took the long, thin vibrator with the tiny egg-shaped head over to the front of the ramp so Shane could see it for himself.

“That sounds like you want to put that in my ass,” he said.

“I do.” She turned it on, touching th

e vibrating tip with her finger. Felt good!

“Nothing goes up my ass,” Shane said, full of bravado. “Ever.”

“Shane, if this is a hard limit for you, I’ll respect that. Just say your safe word.”

He shook his head. “I can’t do that.”