Page 20 of Pose for Me
I spread my arms out as if showing off his basement “It’s your new home. At least for a little while.”
“Who are you, and why did you force me down here?”
I raise an eyebrow. “I forced you down here? Or were you snooping and ended up here by chance?”
He juts his jaw out stubbornly, looking at the chains on his wrist and ankle. His throat works as he swallows roughly. “You’re aware I’m an FBI agent, right? My department will?—”
“Do nothing,” I interrupt. “They won’t know where you are or who you left with. Notice anything different about me?” I leanforward so I’m no longer sitting in shadow. His eyes bounce around my face, taking in my features. He gasps, and I feel his fear flowing through me like a physical thing, though he covers it well. He sees my features are now different, so identification will be difficult, if not downright impossible.
We’re quiet for a few minutes, Lane looking at his hands as if he’s thinking up his next move.
I want to knock him off-kilter even more, so when I leave him here, he’ll be on edge. “Did you like my gifts?”
“Gifts? What did…” I see when it clicks in his head, and his eyes widen. “You were in my apartment. You…you fucked with my sheets.”
I nod and smirk, almost proud of him for coming to that conclusion so quickly. “Yes. I was there. Then I picked you up at a bar and fucked you until you passed out.” A flush blooms over his skin, and he sways forward as if he wants to reach for me but stops before he can make a fool of himself. “But you were supposed tocome get me. Remember?”
He scrunches his face up for a moment, then it pales when he realizes who I am. “No,” he breathes, the fluttering of his pulse apparent even from a distance.
I smile, my real smile, not the one I show the public every day. “Yes, I’m The Poser. I really do hate that name. But it fits, no?”
Lane doesn’t answer, trying hard to school his features, but his efforts aren’t working. The fear is evident on his face, so strong I can smell it.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asks, his voice hard and defiant, but not enough to cover the tremble in his tone.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I plan to sketch his death, then act it out, but something stays my hand. For the first time, I want a living model to posebeforehe stops breathing.When I look at Lane, I don’t see him dead. I see him spread out for me, gazing back with eyes filled with lust.
I shake off the thought. Iwillkill Agent Bauer. If for no other reason than he knows too much.
Tapping my index finger against my chin, I say, “I’m not sure yet. Keep you here for a little while. Play with you. Pose you.”
Narrowing his eyes at me, he growls, “You only pose your corpses, and I won’t die down here.”
Standing up, I shrug and say, “You will if I want you to.” I step nearer the cell, not close enough that he can touch me but close enough so he can see me fully. So he can see how hard my dick is. “You posed for me so beautifully last night. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
The fight doesn’t leave his eyes. “That was before I found out you were a sick son of a bitch.”
I grin at him. “Yeah, I’m something. But trust me, Lane. Before I kill you, youwillpose for me. And then I’ll fuck you.”
He walks over to the cage bars and says, “Never going to fucking happen.”
Roaming my gaze over his body, I walk backward and say, “We’ll see.”
Then I turn to exit the room.
“Fucking get back here and do what you really want to do, you coward!” he shouts at my back. “If you wanna kill me, fucking kill me! Don’t be a bitch! Hey! Come back here!”
I listen to him shout but don’t give him any attention. He’ll tire himself out eventually.
After I shut and lock the basement door with a remote lock and a deadbolt, I pull out my phone. I dial Jacob’s number and bring it to my ear. He answers on the third ring.
“What’s up?” he says.
“Just want to let you know that you and Alayna can’t do any surprise visits. I have…a long-term guest.”
Grunting, Jacob asks, “How long-term?”
I shrug, though he can’t see me. “Until I get rid of him.”
