Page 10 of Sadist (The Triarchy Collection #1)

“Oh, many things,” she murmured. “Currently, you are my main issue.”

“Me?” I asked incredulously. “I wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t dragged me from my life. Every problem you have with me is your own doing, Theodora .”

Her eyes went a little dark, and something in her expression changed.

“Be careful, Sweets.”

“Or what?” I snapped. “You think I’m scared of you?” I barked out a laugh, sounding slightly unhinged. And honestly? I didn’t know what I was feeling. Angry. Frustrated. Untethered. It all hit me at once and made me reckless. “Fuck you. Get your own breakfast.”

I strode past her, aiming for my cell, when an iron grip closed around my wrist and hauled me around until I was facing her again.

“I’m not done with you.”

I glared at her. “Too fucking bad.” My heart was thundering in my chest, but I refused to look away, and a slow smile spread over Theo’s face as she took in the defiance that was gripping every atom of my being.

“Such a stubborn streak you have there, Octavia. I’m going to have so much fun breaking it.

” A twist of my arm had me backing across the room, guided by a grip that was going to leave bruises.

And fuck if it wasn’t doing terrible things to me.

My mind was in full revolt. Part of me desperate to be closer to this woman, the other part raging.

My legs hit something solid, and if it wasn’t for the grip she had on me, I would have fallen. Instead, I sat heavily on the black cushioned bench in the middle of the gym. Every nerve ending within me flared as her weight settled across my lap, her hands pressing my wrists down against my sides.

“I can see every thought you are having right now,” she murmured, tilting her head as her gaze pinned me to the bench. “So why not just ask me nicely?”

“Get. Off. Me,” I bite out.“You have lost it if you think I want anything to do with you.”

That slow, wicked smile spread across her lips.

“I’m getting real damn tired of being dictated to in my own home by women who could do with a couple of really good orgasms to chill them the fuck out—so I will make you a deal,” she murmured, leaning down until she was just inches from my face.

Her eyes scanned mine for a moment, her warmth across my hips distracting me.

“You prove to me that you are not lying through your teeth right now, and I will give you freedom. You prove me right, and I show you what happens when people think they can lie to me…and I get to have a little of my kind of fun.”

“And how do I do that?” I said, my fists clenched so hard my nails were biting painfully into my palms.

“I’m going to fuck myself, right here,” she whispered.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“On your lap…and if you truly think I’m as abhorrent as you insist…it should be real easy for you to not watch.”

My heart instantly skipped a beat, and her eyes lingered on the pulse in my neck with a satisfied smirk.

“What?” I rasped.

“Did I stutter?”

“You will give me freedom?” I asked, trying desperately not to go full gay panic and willing my voice to be normal.“Just like that. You will let me go.”

“Uh-huh,” she murmured. I nearly groaned as she rolled her hips, barely biting back the sound in time. Theo tilted her head to the side. “I open those doors, and I will even give you an hour’s head start before I hunt you down. Do we have a deal or not?”

I considered my options for all of five seconds before slowly nodding. I could do it. An hour was all I needed to get myself away and hidden.

“And I’m meant to trust you will keep your word?”

Theo smiled.

“I promise. And I keep my promises, Sweets.” She let one of my wrists go and leaned forward a fraction more as she reached for something next to me, her lips brushing mine.

Not a kiss, but it scorched my skin and stole my breath.

Then the bench behind me dropped, and I was suddenly lying flat as she tossed the pin she had just pulled to the floor.

Standing abruptly, Theo slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and pushed them off her hips, and I had time to see two small diamond dermal piercings on the front of her pussy as she stepped out of them, before she was lowering herself onto my hips again—this time with nothing between her and the strip of skin bared on my stomach.

I gasped as she gripped my T-shirt in her hands and ripped it open, my hands quickly moving to cover myself.

“Show me,” she murmured, running a light finger down my arm and making my skin pebble.

This was so wrong. So very wrong. My body was reacting to her like no other, and I knew she could see it.

She sighed in appreciation as I slowly lowered my arms, the cool air making my nipples draw tight.

You don’t want this. You don’t want this. I chanted the words to myself as if I needed convincing.

Theo didn’t touch me, even though her expression told me she wanted to. I can’t explain what that felt like. Anticipation? Relief?

“You see the crack in the concrete straight above you?” she asked, and I raised my eyes to it, nodding once.

“Look at that, not me,” she ordered.“And don’t touch me. Sit on your hands.”

I didn’t answer her as I obediently slipped my hands under my butt, my eyes fixed on that tiny crack that promised my freedom. Away from this. Away from her.

Away from her.

She tugged the loose edges of my shirt out from where she rested on me, and I sucked a breath in as her skin settled against mine, her thighs gripping my sides and her pussy right over my navel.

She was already wet. This should disturb me. I should be mortified. So why was this the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced?

“Have you ever fucked a woman, Sweets?”

My eyes immediately dipped to her face with the shock of her question, and then I froze, wrenching them back as she chuckled softly.

“I will give you that one. It’s human nature to look at the person speaking to you.”

I gasped as she delivered a stinging slap to my breast.

“But that’s your final chance. Answer my question.”

“Yes,” I hissed out, my eyes glued to that fucking ceiling crack.

She hummed softly, and it sounded like surprise.

“So, you know how wet a woman can get just from anticipation?”

I bit my tongue—hard—as she slid herself a couple of inches up my stomach and down again.

“You know how delicious it feels to sink your fingers deep into them?”

Her hand slid between us, crooking upward, her breath catching as it flexed and moved. She sighed softly after a moment, leaning back.

“You know what a woman’s pleasure sounds like?”

Her voice was slightly strained as her knuckles dug into my stomach with her movements, and good god, I could hear how wet she was as she slowly fingered herself.

My mouth watered, and I told myself it was from how hard I was now biting my tongue, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth.

She adjusted herself, and her hand drew back from between us, though her fingertips brushed against my skin rhythmically as she began to tease her clit with her soaking fingers.

Fuck.

“Struggling a bit there?” Her voice was breathy and filled with amusement.

I opened my mouth to fling out a denial, but the small moan she made had it snapping shut again, and it took everything in me not to let my eyes drop.

Everything.

She shifted backward, her free hand gripping just above my knee as her breaths picked up into soft pants.It was the guttural moan followed by a soft curse that did it, sounding like it had been dragged up from somewhere deep within her. It was vulnerable in a way I couldn’t explain…

And it was a trap.

My eyes lowered, meeting hers for a second before dropping lower, to where her hand was teasing herself.

Jesus Christ.

I don’t know if I said it out loud or in my head, but that sight was going to be forever burned into my mind…and played on repeat.

She tilted her head, a slow smile playing on her lips as she stopped what she was doing, bringing her hand to her mouth.

My own mouth fell open slightly as I watched her lips wrap around her glistening finger and suck on it.

“I thought so,” she murmured, before rising quickly. “Don’t move.”

“What, no!” I gasped, my head falling back on the cushioned bench. “Fuck!”

The sound of the tap had me craning my neck to see her washing her hands, before returning with a small box in one hand, and something small and black in the other.

“What is that?” I asked, a kernel of concern rapidly coming to life in my chest.

“Consequences,” she said simply, before resuming her position on my stomach. She positioned the small black item beneath her, and I jumped as a press of her finger had it vibrating gently. She gave me a raised brow and a smirk before turning her attention to the box and flipping open the lid.

I couldn’t see what was in it from my position, so I watched her face. The small crease between her brows as she frowned at the contents, another at the side of her mouth. She closed her eyes for a moment, distracted by the vibration of the toy, and shifted slightly to the right.

“This is my consequence?” I asked, suspicion and wariness breaking my resolve to stay silent.

She scoffed. “No. Eyes up, Sweets.”

I let them linger on her for a second longer than I should have, and she slid her gaze to mine, a clear challenge in them, before I did as I was told, fixing my attention on the crack above.

I should get up. Walk back to my cell and away from whatever this game was. But Theo was half naked and straddling me…I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. And I did not want to.

A packet ripped, and then a second later, I yelped as cold metal clamped onto my nipple.

“It’s just a clamp,” she said as I fought the need to look down.

“No…really?” I hissed. “I had no idea.”

She pushed something on the toy, and the vibrations picked up.

I had to press my lips together to stop the gasp that almost escaped.

She had sat it low on my abdomen, and my blood began to heat as the vibrations began to shudder through me as well, the pain of my nipple making everything more intense.

I could deal with nipple clamps…it wasn’t the first time I had worn them. If anything, it was taking some of the attention away from the fact I had a woman fucking herself on my lap.

Winning at life. Ish. I could do this…

Theo leaned forward, the nipple clamp twisting slightly…and then white-hot pain shot through me.

“What the fuck! ” I screamed, staring down to where there was now a needle through my nipple. I ripped my hands out from under me, ready to push her off, but a precise flick to my newly pierced nipple stopped that in its tracks.

“You thought the clamp was your consequence?” she asked, the color high in her cheeks. “It’s just a little pain, Octavia.”

I cried out as she pinched my tortured nipple between her fingers, a small sound of pleasure slipping from her before she deftly slipped a ring onto the end of the needle and threaded it through. Theo released the clamp a second later…and then my heart dropped as she clamped my other one.

“Theo, please.”

“You can do better than that,” she murmured, her cheeks flushed. “I bet you can beg so prettily if you put your mind to it.”

She ripped open a second needle, cocking her head at me with a lopsided smile as she brought it to my nipple.

“This is fucked,” I snapped. “Get off me.”

She tutted at me. “And you were doing so well…”

The pain was just as intense, but the whimper I let out had nothing to do with it…it was one of need, as the bite of it deepened the ache between my thighs.

She locked onto that sound with the intensity of a predator, leaning forward to watch my face as she pinched it again, harder.

My hands clutched at her hips, and she let me for a moment…my fingers digging into her flesh and pulling her down on the toy buzzing softly between us, before she knocked them away.

“Ahhhh,” she whispered, smirking. “I thought so. Masochism looks good on you, Sweets. Now put your hands where I told you to. Don’t make me tell you again.”

I slid my hands back under me, my eyes glued to the sight of Theo as she fucked herself slowly on my lap.

And it was the most erotic moment of my life.