Stepping close to me, he grinned and ran his hands down my arms. “Turn around.”

He didn’t give me much room to turn and my ass rubbed against his crotch in the process. A low groan slipped past his lips. Looking up, I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

He smirked.

“Focus,” he picked up the gun and held it in front of me. “This is a gun. Like all guns, it’s deadly, but it’s not too heavy. Without this,” he said holding up the clip of bullets, “it’s just a piece of metal. Nothing to fear, right?”

He moved the end of the gun down the side of my neck and then throat. The cold metal chilled my skin and I gasped.

I needed a boost in confidence. With one of my biggest fears being rubbed against me, I needed to hear him say it was worth it.

“Tell me why you’re doing this again.” My voice squeaked.

“I told you. I need to know you’re safe. I’ve seen some fucked up things in my life, Jess, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Okay?”

“Okay.” Hearing his words, I would have agreed to anything.

And then he shocked me by saying, “Unbutton your shirt.”

My eyes snapped toward his. “What?”

“Unbutton your shirt.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

My eyes flashed to the door, but at his words, I was too turned on to really care if it was locked or not.

“Don’t worry; no one’s going to interrupt us.”

“Did you have to pay extra for that?”

“Yes. And it’s so going to be fucking worth it. Now, again, unbutton your shirt.”

He watched me as my fingers found the first button and then the second until my shirt was completely undone.

“One of the best ways to get rid of a bad memory is to replace it with a good one. You fear guns, but I’m going to make you love this one.”

His words made me shiver.

I was trembling, in a good way, before the cool end of the gun touched my stomach, moving my shirt to the side.

His eyes didn’t release mine as I felt the tip move over one nipple and then the other. They hardened in a rush and Sebastian smiled his approval.

“See?” he said smugly. “Sometimes guns can be sexual.”

“With you, everything is sexual.”

“You’re damn right, baby. Now take off your pants.”

I didn’t need him to tell me twice and I unbuttoned and let them fall down my hips and legs. He moved the gun down my stomach and used it to trace the line of my panties.

Once, twice, and then he was moving it between my things. I moaned when the hard tip caressed me through my panties, hitting the right spot. I could feel my body’s response soaking through my panties and I surprised myself when I moved my hips over the blunt tip again.

“Sebastian…” I moaned and then my hips began to move in a steady motion.

“What, baby?”

“What are you doing to me?”

My breathing was hard, my hips moved faster as I built my release.

He chuckled. “It’s all you, baby.”

I gripped the edge of the table as I felt my orgasm take over my body. Shots were loud all around me masking my loud moans. Coming back to myself, I realized what I’d just done. I never thought I’d allow myself around a gun again, much less be given an orgasm by one.

Lifting the gun, he placed the clip in the bottom with a click and laid it back down.

“That was fucking hot, Jessica.”

I looked up at him through my lashes and laughed. “That was… different.”

“Ready to shoot now?”

A cold dose of fear laced my veins and I bit my lips, but nodded.

“Good.”

Reaching beneath the counter, Sebastian pulled out a pair of ear muffs and placed them on my head. Once he placed the ear protection muffs on me, the sounds weren’t so bad. But I could still feel their vibrations all around me every time a shot went off.

Leaning in, he pulled at the muffs uncovering my ear enough so I could hear him when he spoke.

Turning me around, his lips brushed the side of my face. “I’m going to shoot a few rounds and show you how to stand, and then you can shoot. Okay?”

With wide eyes I nodded my understanding. I was perfectly fine sitting tucked away in a corner, with my sound proof ear muffs.

I moved out of his way and he pulled out an even bigger black gun. He pressed a button and a paper with a man lined in black appeared in the distance.

Sebastian stood tall and straight, with his legs rooted firmly to the ground. Then he aimed his gun with his right hand, using his left to hold it steady. His hands kicked up every time he pulled the trigger, and I could hear the muffled sound of his shots.