Vaughan stepped away from me for a second. He moved to the laptop on the desk and flipped it open. The bright light of the screen cut through the shadows. He clicked a few keys, then turned the screen so I could see it. My heart stopped.
It was me.
The video was from months ago. I was in his studio late at night, thinking I was alone. I was watching his raw footage of a couple, and my hand was moving fast between my legs. I looked desperate.
"How?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "How did you get this?"
Vaughan smiled a dark, cold smile. "That’s not even my favorite one yet."
He clicked another file. A new video popped up. This one was from just last month, right here in this office. I saw myself on the screen. I had my shirt pulled up, revealing my breasts to the empty room. My legs
