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Sean

Dammit.

Like most things where this woman is concerned, I shouldn’t be doing this. I didn’t mean to, but fuck, I want to.

Today was never supposed to go like this. Truthfully, I had something else in mind. I had planned to leave her bound with a hood over her head for at least the next twelve hours, maybe longer, subjecting her to auditory torture by filling the room with the sound of loud sirens. I was even prepared to inflict some extreme temperature torture, by tossing buckets of ice water over her and cranking up heat, so she’d feel like the humidity threatened to melt her insides.

I’ve seen prisoners go crazy after simply being hooded for days at a time. I didn’t want her to have a psychotic break, just shaky enough to tell me what I need to know.

But all that changed the moment I saw her bound and waiting for me. I need to remember that having her bound, legs spread for me, is now a weakness of mine.

It’s why I told Jace to get lost when we were in the storeroom. He simply rolled his eyes and said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Luckily for me, that leaves damn near everything on the table.

With my heart jackhammering in my chest, I flick my middle finger over her clit, making her jolt against me. “I asked you a question. Answer me,” I order her.

“Yes, sir.” Oh, fuck me straight to Hell. My dick kicks in my pants, and I nearly come right there, a single word practically undoing me.

“Sir, huh?” I murmur into her ear mirthlessly, lazily dragging my hand up from her breast to the front of her throat. I don’t squeeze, just linger there threateningly.

“Isn’t that what you army blokes like to be called?” she replies, her voice vibrating against my palm.

“I think I like that. Keep doing it.”

“No,” she snaps. Regaining her composure, her body stiffens in my arms.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to negotiate here, Lou,” I admonish.

“Neither are you.”

I smirk beneath my mask. This is the side of Lou that I never tire of seeing come out to play.

“No?”

“I’m the one with the answers you seek.”

“Ah, but I’m the one with my hands on your hot little body,” I say as I tweak her clit, reminding her who’s in charge. “Since you’re all tied up with nowhere to go, it seems to me that you’re not in a position to be making demands.”

I can’t see her face, but the way she sucks in a breath tells me that she’s gearing up to launch into a tirade, so I cut her off, pinching her clit hard as I cut in, “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s play a game.” Moving my hand from her throat back down to her breasts, I roll her nipple between my fingers. “You know, since you like playing those so much.”

Clarifying, I explain, “I watched that little porno you made. You like being a tease, don’t you, putting yourself on display like that for me, dipping your fingers into your soaking pussy until you come with my name on your lips? ”

She laughs then, the sensuous noise fizzing through the room like effervescence rising to the surface of bubbly wine. “Would you like a repeat performance? I’m on again at eight.”

Ignoring her retort, I pinch her nipple until her amusement disappears, replaced by a squeak of discomfort. Good, I hope it hurts.

“You’re going to answer my questions.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Then you don’t get to come today, but I’ll still allow you to scream my name.”

While this wasn’t how I anticipated today’s session to go, I’m chomping at the bit to see if I might get some answers this way, after all. Now that I’m here, her incredible body naked and at my mercy, I can’t stop, can’t shut my inner sadist down.

Lou and I are both doomed now that the darkness has been unleashed, but if anyone can find a way to develop night-vision, it’s this woman. So far, she appears to be able to see me through the pitch dark, but I wonder if that’ll still be true if I push her harder than I have before.

“Do you want to admit how wet you are right now, or should I be the one to tell you?” I ask into her ear, and she squirms against me. She’s wetter than the Pacific, but I suppose that Hell will have to freeze over before she’ll admit that. My chest vibrates with an amused hum as I answer my own question. “You’re wet, Lou, but I think you could be wetter.”

I dip my fingers inside her once again, slowly pumping in and out of her hot, sopping cunt before inquiring, “How many people work for you?”

When she says nothing, I try again, “Who is your second-in-command?”

Still, silence, only the sound of her pussy feasting on my fingers filling the room.

“What about the next attack? Where is the location of that?”

Her mouth remains closed, and I bend down to rest my masked cheek against hers as I withdraw from her desperate sex. Crushing her clit between my fingers, she squeaks as my gravelly voice reappears in her ear. “You’re not starting off very well. I think you need an incentive,” I offer, stepping away from her body, taking a moment to try to pull myself together.

I want to break her, reduce her to a withering mess, I think to myself, determined to get what I want.

Right now, all I want is her: her body, her mind, her goddamn soul. I want her to languish in the pain I inflict, suffering as I dole out unspeakable things.

I want to hurt her.

Breathing through those savage thoughts, I squat down, unstrapping her ankles, leaving her wrists restrained at her back, before stepping in front of her. My voice is hoarse, full of thick, tenebrous desire as I order her. “Get on your knees .”

She says nothing, her chin lifted in defiance, making the sick-and-twisted thing inside of me smile. When she doesn’t sink to her knees, I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear as I command, “On your knees, sweet Lou.”

That gets her attention, her eyes snapping to mine as she stares at her devil. She scoffs incredulously, sneering in disgust. “Are you mental? I’m not sweet.”

I smirk, sure that no one, and I mean no one , has ever described Louhi as sweet.

“Oh, you’re anything but sweet, but you’re going to be sweet for me right now, aren’t you?”

She sneers, refusing my order, which forces my wicked smile to grow in size, surely stretching the mesh fabric, as I give her my back, reaching for the black opaque bag I brought with me from the storeroom. Pouring the contents on the ground in front of her, I litter the floor with tiny white grains of uncooked rice. Her milk chocolate gaze widens, nearly bugging out of her head, as my intention clicks inside her brain .

Her face quickly contorts into a scowl as she obviously prepares to spew poison from her pouty lips. Seizing her by the throat once more, I squeeze, cutting off her air supply as I spit, “This is the last time I ask nicely. Now, be a sweet girl and get on your knees .”

Darkness rapidly sweeps across my gaze, threatening to consume me, and the woman must have a painful death wish as she pushes me, clearly desperate to see the blackness that lives inside me.

She smirks, even as I grip her neck tighter, hoarsely replying, “No.”

“Have it your way then.”

She shouldn’t be testing, pushing me this way. I can’t re-cage this beast once unleashed and the grasp I have on him right now is weak, at best.

Releasing her throat, I attempt to shove her to her knees by the shoulders. She struggles to jerk out of my firm hold, but no matter how strong this woman is, she doesn’t have the muscle mass I do. I wrestle her down to the ground, the beautiful, naughty woman combating me every step of the way.

Her chest heaves, and while she looks like she might begin to breathe fire, there’s something else gleaming in her eye, something akin to lust, hunger, and arousal.

But that’s not the only thing that gives away her desire, and as she continues to fight me, I tell her, “I can smell your wet cunt. You like this, don’t you?”

Her nostrils flare, and in a last-ditch effort to avoid the impending discomfort, she brings her knee up to try to nail me, but I block her with a muscled thigh. A claggy, amused chuckle tumbles from my lips at her pitiful attempt at stopping me.

When her bare knees eventually make contact with the painful grains of rice scattered across the concrete floor, she snarls up at me, her chest expanding as she breathes heavily. Her knees must be screaming as the rice digs into her skin like shrapnel. With a boot to her inner thigh, I kick her legs open wider so that she’s resting on the inside of her knees, and her face contorts, giving away the moment the pain becomes excruciating.

“Open. Tongue out.”

As expected, she doesn’t do as I command, and my boots crunch over the rice as I step up to her, gripping the sides of her mouth, squeezing hard. Clenching her teeth, her jaw flexes, fluttering against the pads of my fingers.

Every time she defies me, fueling my depravity, my hold on my darkness strains further. “Open your mouth or I’ll do it for you.”

Without warning, her jaw unlocks, lips barely parting. Is she scared of what I’d do to her if she refused me? Or is she simply interested in complying to get off the rice faster?

“So she can follow orders…to an extent,” I muse, as Lou’s eyes narrow into thin slits.

When I chuckle at the sight, an honest to God growl leaves her throat in response, but I simply snatch a fistful of her dirty hair, yanking her head back so that she glares up at me.

“Tongue out, Lou.”

I tighten my grip on her hair in a clear warning, daring her to disobey me. Slowly, tentatively, her tongue peeks out, and I reach into my pocket and pull out the clothespin I stuffed there in the storeroom as Jace closed his eyes, smiling as he shook his head at me.

“Since you don’t feel like talking, I’ll make sure you can’t.” Clamping the clothespin around the tip of her tongue, Louhi spears me with a look that promises retribution.

Her breathing is ragged as she attempts to remain completely still, so as not to ignite more suffering. But that’s okay, the agony I can inflict on her is not in short supply.

Crouching down behind her, I slip my hand into my pocket again, removing another clothespin. Cupping her sex, I slide my fingers through the wetness gathered there, tendrils of her arousal snake around my digits before I clamp the clothespin around her clit .

She shrieks, and the sound has pre-cum dampening my boxer-briefs, my stiff dick fighting for release.

“All you have to do is tell me what I want to know and this can end,” I whisper into her ear, flicking the end of the pin clamped around her tongue. “Oh, wait,” I say, snapping my fingers. “You can’t talk, can you?”

She squawks, her body jolting as if she’s going to fight me, but I simply laugh, shoving her into the rice harder. When she groans low and deep around the wooden clothespin filling her mouth, I thump on the end of the pin around her clit, likely sending spirals of pain through her.

“You like it when I play with you like this.”

She growls in response, practically snorting smoke, but I simply swipe my fingers through her soaked pussy, gathering her wetness and smearing it over her lips.

“Your cunt says you do.”

A whimper falls from her open mouth, telling me she does, in fact, like this. I tap the end of the clothespin at her pussy once more, adding, “Let’s find out what else you’re into. How about a little breath play?”

The words are barely out of my mouth before I wrap my hand around her throat, applying enough pressure to severely constrict her air. Clearly no longer bothering to pretend that she’s not into this, she shines.

“I think that’s a yes.” I grip her neck even tighter, cutting off her oxygen entirely as she wheezes. Thrusting two fingers into her eager cunt, it takes a concerted effort to stifle the groan in my throat at the addictive sounds she’s making as she gasps for air.

The hypnotic sound of my digits pumping in and out of her easily fills the air, mingling with her futile gasps, as I remark, “I knew you were deviant, Lou. Fortunately for you, so am I.”

With that, I squeeze her throat tightly, choking her out until she leans into the sensation like I knew she would. If there’s one thing I know about Lou, it’s that she’s got a darkness swimming within her, too. It’s not of the same variety as mine, but she’s not innocent or meek, as evidenced by the way her cunt begs for my touch.

My fingers continue to fuck her, teasing the nerves within her cunt, periodically toying with the clothespin over her clit. The moment her body goes rigid in my arms, I release her, completely removing my hands.

Her body betrays her, coming apart with a guttural groan as her climax rocks her so hard she nearly topples over, but I catch her before she can fall. I snigger as I right her onto her knees, making her whimper as she’s set back onto the rice shards.

Unclamping the clothespins from her clit and tongue, I click my tongue. “What am I going to do with you, Lou? You couldn’t follow the rule of the game.”

Her mind must be fuzzy with the aftermath of her ecstasy, as she manages a labored and bewildered, “Huh?”

“The rule of the game was that you don’t get to come if you don’t answer the question. But since I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you a choice: answer the question or learn what happens to disobedient convicts.”

“Option two,” she croaks, her tongue clearly still not quite functioning correctly.

I chuckle behind her, signaling that I was hoping she’d choose that.

Abandoning her to her lethargy and exhaustion, I leave her curled on the floor as shivers wrack her body despite the thick, warm air in the room. Moving to the storeroom, I roll the metal table into the room, along with the few items I’ll need, flicking the brakes on the wheels once I position it the way I want.

By the time I’m ready for her, she’s folded herself into the fetal position, her teeth chattering noisily. I slant my head as I take in her form, small and vulnerable, and the sight makes my chest twist in a way that I actively choose to ignore .

When I scoop her into my arms, she curls into me on instinct, and I want to rage at her that she’s not safe with me, that she’s not safe here. But I don’t.

Instead, I savor the brief, fleeting moment of this woman in my arms, clinging to me as if I’m her savior. For a few seconds, I pretend that I’m not hurting her or enjoying that I’m hurting her.

Setting her on the table, I spread her out like a starfish, restraining her as I explain, “Since you like coming so much, I think we should make sure you get to do that.”

Clearly teetering on the edge of overstimulation, I plan to take advantage of the situation, metaphorically flinging her off that cliff. Too much pleasure leads to pain, and I want to send her hurtling down that path.

Reaching for the syringe I brought with me, I swab the crook of her elbow with alcohol before plunging the needle into her vein, injecting her with a dose of adrenaline. Sweat breaks out over her skin as a result, shifting into full-body tremors. With two fingers over her pulse point in her neck, I find her heart participating in a high-speed race.

Good. Her eyes are wild and frantic as I snap the small rubber band I have around her nipple. She cranes her neck, trying to assess the situation as I repeat the process on her other nipple.

Resigned, her head drops back on the table with an audible thud , making me chuckle to myself. I notice her breathing regulating, and I suspect that she’s attempting to focus on her breaths and not the pinching in her nipples.

When she attempts to lift her head again, I fist her hair, forcing her head back down. Her eyes glisten with a mixture of unshed tears and resolution that I shutter by wrapping a cloth around her head, blinding her.

Moving back between her legs, she moans, attempting to squirm as my fingers slip inside of her, the wet, seductive sound feeling more like a blaring alarm as it weaves between the atoms and particles in the space surrounding us. My other hand begins alternating between her breasts as I knead them, Louhi whining as she strains against her binds.

Once she’s worked into a frenzy of panted breaths, soft moans, and writhing limbs, I yank off the bands. She screams, her toes curling at the same time my cock becomes painful within my pants.

The gray cloth over her eyes grows darker as her tears soak the fabric. I knew she was already sensitive, too sensitive , when I placed her on this table, but the wails slipping from between her swollen lips as I begin to play with her engorged nipples, tugging and pinching them, make me think that this has ventured into the territory of pain.

Surprise billows through me when my name slips from her lips like a prayer—or maybe a hex—and I command, “That’s it. Scream my name, Lou.”

Swiping my thumb over her clit, I continue to finger-fuck her, drawing small circles as she cries my name. Her fingers curl around the edge of the table while her body shakes, and I back off slightly as she comes.

I find myself wishing I could only torture her with orgasms for the rest of her tenure here. She’s fucked me up, made me hooked on the sight of her coming undone beneath my hands.

Once she’s marginally recovered, I shove her back to the brink of rapture once more.

“Again,” I order, forcing her to endure the continual bliss that will eventually turn only to pain. Alternating between pinching and stroking her clit languidly, she comes again, just as I’ve instructed, crying out as a river of colorful curses flows from her mouth.

Only a few heartbeats later, I play with her breasts again, and where my touch was firm earlier, I ensure that it’s agonizingly soft this time— too soft . Between her legs, I’m now fucking her with two fingers and brushing over her clit just often enough to keep her from free falling from that precipice. A smile blooms behind my mask when her body bucks as I remove my hand from her wet cunt, slipping between her cheeks, and prodding her back entrance. She tenses, attempting to wriggle away, and I wonder if she’s ever had something—someone—back here before.

“Relax or you’ll hurt yourself.”

“You’d like that,” she snaps through heavy, panted breaths, and I snigger.

“I would, but you wouldn’t.”

She must realize that I’m right as she tries to relax a fraction, but the adrenaline pumping through her is probably making that difficult. Abandoning her breasts, I swirl my fingers around her clit, pushing one all the way into her ass, slowly thrusting in and out. Shoving two fingers back into her pussy, I match the tempos as I wage war on her body.

Husky, grating screams erupt as I scrape against the overly sensitive balls of nerves both inside and out of her. She unspools like a ball of yarn, thrashing against the table so hard that when her head comes up and slams back down, she goes limp.

No, no. Shit, no.

Panic seizes me, and I tear the cloth from her eyes, tapping her cheek, begging her to wake up, but she doesn’t.

She doesn’t so much as stir.

What have I done?