He's a former BDSM porn star

“I wonder… have you ever looked at my resumé?” Kirk asked. He grabbed Rebecca’s chin with one hand, forcing her to look right up at him. “I’m sure there’s a copy on file somewhere.”

She shook her head no, eyes starting to water as he gripped her face tighter. He moved his foot forward, pressing the tip of his shoe up between her legs, and causing her to shudder.

“There’s a gap on it. When Lena hired me, she asked what I’d been doing then. I lied—said I’d spent a year taking care of my grandmother in hospice. I had to lie. Even though Lena wasn’t half the raving slut that you are, if she knew what I’d actually been doing during that time… I’d never have gotten her off my back.”

Kirk pressed his foot harder against her crotch, concealed beneath a professional grey skirt. She tried to suppress a whimper. From the faint squelching he heard as he rubbed his shoe against her panty-clad cunt, she was clearly already drenched.

“Do you want to know what I was doing during that time?” Kirk asked. His voice was firm and controlled, with just a hint of taunt. “Go on. Do you?”

She nodded, eyes almost watering with **** need. Her lips were closed tightly; she clearly didn’t trust herself not to embarrass herself.

Kirk let her simmer, continuing to rub his foot against her dripping nethers. His technique was perfectly controlled—despite how easily it would be for her to cum from this, he managed her lust with ease, letting it rise and rise without ever peaking, edging her mercilessly.

By the time he finally reached for his phone, Rebecca’s eyes were almost feral with arousal. She was leaking a whorish puddle all over her own legs. It was obvious to Kirk that she wasn’t at all used to being kept suspended like this, and the pathetic whimpering that bubbled out of her was proof.

He opened the browser on his phone, then after a moment turned the screen toward Rebecca. On it, a porn video was playing. Rebecca’s eyes flashed with recognition, then a deep lust. The video showed a man effortlessly dominating a small herd of leaky, gasping femmes. The masked pornstar, Rick Silver, had perhaps been the single most popular star with English-speaking femmes in the world before his retirement.

Rebecca just watched for a time—moaning quietly, entranced. The brutal, powerful way in which Silver controlled his subs had captivated sluts everywhere, and Rebecca was clearly one of them. Kirk allowed her to watch, waiting for the cogs in her lust-addled mind to slowly churn.

Suddenly, she stiffened.

Took her long enough, Kirk thought, stowing the phone. He met Rebecca’s gaze. Her eyes were wide—consumed by awe and fear and overwhelming arousal.

“A-are… are you trying t-to tell me…?” she stammered.

Kirk nodded once, slowly.

He was Rick Silver.