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little sleaze venture. Am I right?”
    From the expression on her face, Eric was pretty sure he’d nailed that one. She was staring up at him with wide eyes and he could smell her fear. He couldn’t deny it—it turned him on. His cock nudged in his jeans as he lifted a hand to her throat.
    “As of this moment, I own your ass. You’ll do what I want and toe the line, or pay the price.” He curled his fingers around her throat. He could feel her pulse throbbing beneath his grip. His cock hardened and his balls felt tight. He brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Understand, Princess Lola ?”
    Jessie didn’t answer, at least not with words, though her eyes sparked with barely suppressed anger. “I asked you a question,” Eric said, his voice hard. As he pressed against her windpipe, the anger was again replaced by fear, though Jessie still didn’t speak.
    Letting her go, Eric stepped back and pulled his cell phone from his jeans. “ Someone’s been using my warehouse unit illegally, and has stolen some very valuable equipment in the process. There’s also some suspicion of foul play. Maybe a quick call to 9-1-1 would be the first place to start.” He touched the cell phone screen and smiled slyly at Jessie. “What do you think?” He pushed the nine on the keypad, and then a one, angling the phone so she could see what he was doing. “I push the next one, all kinds of hell is going to break loose. You ready for that?”
    “No!” Jessie shouted, suddenly lunging for the phone. Eric lifted it high out of her reach, grinning as she stumbled forward, swiping at the air.
    “Okay, okay,” she said in a tight, angry voice. “You win. I’ll do it.”
    ~*~
    “Get on your knees and worship my shoes, sissy boy.” Jessie pointed to the ground. Gerald dropped to the floor and began to lap at her shiny black shoes while she smacked his bare ass with a long-handled riding crop.
    This was her first time working in Eric’s basement setup and while she still wasn’t used to it, she had to admit, it was a lot more luxurious than the concrete box she’d been shooting in. There was air conditioning so she wouldn’t have to sweat like a pig anymore during summer shoots. He had even let her take the company’s recording equipment and lighting, which was a good thing, since her own equipment was far inferior.
    Gerald, her latest sub boy for her productions, hadn't minded driving out to the Heights, which was actually closer to his Montrose neighborhood than the drive out to the Bellaire office warehouse.
    Eric was keeping scarce so far, thank god, though when she’d arrived this afternoon for the shoot, he’d showed her his home monitoring system, which allowed him to watch any room in the house from his smart phone, including the garage and the basement.
    She’d spent a sleepless night trying to figure out how to get out of this blackmail setup but so far hadn't come up with a plan that satisfied her. She couldn’t just walk away, not yet anyway. As much as she hated to admit it, Eric was right. Frankie still remained an uncertain element in all this. Though she hadn't heard from in the two months since she’d paid him off, that didn’t mean she’d seen the last of him. Now there was the added complication of his high jacking all her gear. She’d spent years and a small fortune amassing her substantial collection of BDSM toys and equipment, and no way could she afford to just walk away from it. Until she could pull herself together enough financially to disappear, she’d have to stay and toe the line.
    Not surprisingly, she was having a hard time getting into the scene. Her eyes kept drifting toward the little security camera set up high in a corner, its tiny red light blinking at her like some kind of evil eye. “I’ll be watching,” he had said with a shit eating grin that made her want to smack him across the face. “I’d better get my money’s worth. Oh, and do us both a favor—no more breath