Page 32 of Loving the Tormentor

"You're going to listen so well," he purrs. "Because every time you don't, this tie is going to get a little tighter." He brushes my lips with his. "You're going to look so pretty and scared for me."

I shake from a sob I'm trying to swallow back, biting my lower lip when he pulls away slightly. He holds the tie with one hand, his smile promising to haunt me forever.

"Pull up your skirt."

I go to shake my head but stop myself. If it goes any closer to my throat, I'm scared I'll pass out from fear. Who knows what he'll do then?

My shaky hands bring my skirt up, and I struggle to realize I'm the one doing it.

"Higher. There you go."

My chest stutters through panted breaths, my fingers painfully holding the hem of my skirt against my hips.

He chuckles softly as one hand caresses my inner thigh. "These cotton panties are giving you an innocent look." Something low resonates in his chest, an appreciation I can barely clock. "But they show how wet you are, baby. Fuck." He laughs, his eyes stuck on the material between my legs. "It's clinging to you."

And then he digs his icy gaze into mine. Except it's on fire, burning with excitement. "Does being scared turn you on, pretty girl?"

I choke on my own breath, no words passing my lips.

And he pulls at the tie.

"Don't," I squeak.

"Then answer."

"I don't know. I hadn't realized. Please, I just want to go home."

"Of course. Soon." He nods. "Just do one thing for me first. Give me one of your orgasms."

He presses his thumb between my thighs, right where he accused me of being wet. He drags it up, stopping where he feels my clit.

My head falls forward, landing on his chest, and the tie seems so present in this position that I force my head up again.

"Can you do that for me?" His gaze won't leave mine. And every time a new sob pushes out more tears, his lips twitch with pleasure.

The fucking asshole.

I can't get myself to answer him, and when he rubs the pad of his thumb against my clit, I give up on words completely.

Warmth spreads through me, stopping any further thoughts from forming. All I can focus on now is the electricity zapping along my nerve endings. My breathing accelerates, and he keeps a steady rhythm, so soft compared to his grip on the tie. So calm compared to my racing heart.

"Keep breathing for me. You're doing really well," he says gently.

Breathing? With this thing around my neck?

My body tingles, but every time I try to give him what he needs, the situation stops me. I'm too scared, too out of my depth.

"I c-can't…please. Please, just let me go," I pant through a shiver.

"Aw, Nyx." His lips come to the skin below my ear, but the steady rhythm of his thumb against my panties doesn't falter. "It's like you're not even trying, baby." As he nibbles my earlobe, a moan escapes me. "Focus on the pleasure I'm giving you, not on the fear. The fear is for me."

As soon as he says that, he slips his hand inside my underwear, and I truly feel the extent of my wetness when he presses a finger inside me easily.

"Shit," he hisses. "Who fucking knew you'd be so perfect for this."

I shake my head, denying the fact we fit together in this moment, but the second he pulls out and slips back in, my entire body shakes. And against my will, my hips thrust forward, searching for more of what he's offering.

"There she is." He chuckles. "Keep going."