Page 40 of Kings of Violence

She shakes her head. “I’m pretty much a ‘point and shoot’ kind of woman.”

I grin at her, pointing toward the couch. “Go sit. Just get comfortable.”

Of course, she sits down with her legs crossed and her arms in front of her chest, meaning all the interesting bits of her are covered. I snap a few pics of her scowling face just to test the lighting. I make a few adjustments, angling the diffusers and strobe lights at different angles, until I have the lighting I want.

“Now that we’ve got all the setup sorted…” I smirk at her. “Time to pose properly. Why don’t we start with your hands on the couch, and one of those sexy heels pointed at the camera?”

“They arenotsexy,” Sierra mutters.

They really are, regardless of what she might think. Maybe I like a cheap look, but I could put her in an evening gown and still find her pretty too.

I wait expectantly for her to do as I tell her, and after a moment, she gets into position. Just as I’d thought in the bedroom, she’s a natural model. I’ve lied to others, telling them that the camera loves them when in fact I had to ditch most of the photos, but these? I’m going to want to keep them.

I get a few photos from this angle, then start moving closer for a few more dynamic shots. I love the way her lips curve into a pout, and I’m already imagining how they would look with a bright red lipstick. It would contrast amazingly with her dark hair and pale skin.

“Are you done?” Sierra asks after a few more photos.

“Nope. Let’s try a new pose.” I pretend to think about it, then I say, “Spread those legs wider. Put your hands on the couch between your legs.”

She flashes me another annoyed glance, which I catch with the camera, then follows that order as well.

“Are you a natural submissive?” I mock her. “You take direction so well. We barely even have to threaten you to get you to do what we want. And you’re always so wet.”

“Excuse me?” she asks, moving her hands and ruining the shot. “You keep threatening my mother and my brother, and I bet you’d be threatening my cat if I had one! What am I supposed to do? It’s not like I don’t think you’re serious.”

I inspect her, looking at her with a new light. Well, she certainly has the skills to survive, but then, I guess she’d have learned that when she was growing up. She’s interesting to me in a way I can’t describe, and I’m not sure whether I like it. “Get back into the other position,” I tell her instead of commenting on her words. “Hands between your legs, stretched out.”

She obeys, and I notice how she tries to make sure her handcovers all of her cunt. I snort and get in closer, so the camera can capture that sexy hint of pussy under the fishnets.

“I’m thinking we should get a toy inside you later,” I say casually. “I’ll take pics of your cunt spread wide around it.”

I go to the back of the room and flip on a light, and it illuminates my collection of fantasy dildos spread out on the shelves. I’m pretty proud of it. I have everything from alien penises to penises with knots on their base. I could watch her sink down on one of them, or several of them.

I look at her instead of at them, though, because I want to see her reaction — and it’s priceless while I snap pictures of it.

“You collect… monster dildos?” she asks, her voice guarded. “Do you actually put those inside people?”

I shrug. “I haven’t yet.” I grin at her. “Haven’t found the right person to shove them into. Some of them really, really need to be worked up to, like the Pussy Destroyer over there.” The big purple cock that I’ve affectionately named thatwillbe used on her at some point, because I want to see her spread wide around it, struggling to take it all in.

“Isn’t that a bit…” Sierra struggles for a second before she finishes, “gay?”

I blink at her, baffled into silence at the question before anger starts to simmer beneath my skin. “What the fuck? You think buying dildos to use on a chick isgay? And even if I did like men, who the fuck cares?” I demand hotly.

“No, I meant…” Sierra runs a hand through her hair, forgetting to be self-conscious about her outfit. “None of my brothers would have bought anything like that. Not even my gay brother.” She makes a face. “My ex refused to even touch toys.”

“Did you want him to?” I ask, my curiosity overriding my anger as I think about how she’ll look on the Destroyer — because shewillend up taking that or Konstantin’s big fist by the end of the month. Or both. Maybe one needs to be in preparation for another…

I realize she’s answered too late to catch what she actually said.

“I don’t know. At the beginning, probably,” she says slowly, not looking at me.

At the beginning. It’s such a strange thing to say. Wouldn’t she want to be more intimate the more she was with him? “Was he that bad in bed that you wanted to use toys instead of his tiny little cock?”

Her cheeks flush, and she hesitates long enough for me to realize it’s true.

“Well, I think we’ve proven that men with any size dick can be an asshole, so he can’t blame that,” I say with a snort.

“No. He really can’t.” There’s something flat and distant in her voice, and I don’t particularly like it.

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