The corners of Jon's lips curled up wolfishly as he saw – and felt – Hannah's reaction to the sight of the fuck-rocker.<em>Oh ho. Little miss movie star recognises</em>that.[/i]Ain't that interesting?[/i] He resumed his work, drawing the heavy, cold strand of the bandage between her thumb and forefinger, anchoring the cast to her hand and then spiralling another layer along her forearm.<br/><br/>“Whose pleasure? Whoever pays. Way of the world,” he chuckled cynically. “Pieces for device fetish websites. Some... underground clubs, literally and metaphorically, that I help supply. Some wealthy clients order custom pieces for their own private fun and games. Some names you might have heard. Some you might have worked with,” Jon added, glancing up with a glint in his eye. He pressed a finger to his lips, indicating he'd never tell, and left a fleck of white plaster amidst the black stubble. “And my own personal use, of course. Gotta test the merchandise before I sell it.”<br/><br/>That devilish gaze held hers for a few heartbeats, then he finished applying the cast and leaned back, cocking his head to study his handywork. “That'll do.” He took a cloth and smoothed off the plaster, ensuring there'd be no obtrusive lumps or spurs to catch once it had dried. “It'll take about ten minutes for a basic set, so sit tight,” he instructed, lifting her arm in his sure hands and turning it so that she could lay it comfortably on the armrest. “In the meantime...” Jon stood and walked around the reclined chair until he was standing at Hannah's head, looming over her and looking down, his face upside-down from her point of view. The inversion served to disorient, to emphasise the strangeness, the exhilarating wrongness of the situation.<br/><br/>Jon laid his hand on the starlet's throat, his fingers lightly splaying across the vulnerable flesh as he held her down and held her head looking at him. He leaned down a little, his dark gaze equallymischievous and intense. “When was the last time you got fucked like you want to be fucked?” he posed in a breathy rasp, for her ears only.