Page 25 of Sweet Torture (Torture Games #1)

TWENTY

NAZ

“ R ight, first question, what happened between you and the blonde?”

The silence has stretched too long, and I need to bring him back before he gets lost in reverie.

“Chaos, remember you don’t have to answer a question if it makes you feel uncomfortable. I am not asking questions to embarrass or highlight your flaws. I am genuinely asking because I would like to get to know you and share myself with you, too.”

That seems to jog him. He scrutinizes my face, looking for a lie.

“You won’t get angry with me?”

“No, as long as you tell the truth. I will be fine. We will be fine,” I assure him.

He nods and states matter-of-factly, “I finger fucked her to force her father into a deal. ”

Calmly, I absorb the crude information and move on to the next question plaguing my mind.

“I never told you, but we had a conversation at the gala. She said you were a criminal. Is that true?”

He waves the finger of his still-cuffed hand in the air, “Who is the naughty one now? Where is my dare?”

I slap my hand against my forehead. He is right. “What would you like, Chaos?”

Immediately, he says, “Take off your top, I want to see your tits.”

Knowing he is going to regret it because there is no space for his erection in the cock cage, I oblige as promised. Two nipple pasties are put on full display. They are black crosses, and both say, ‘Fuck me’ in big, bold letters.

I even squeeze my left breast for good measure until I hear him wince.

Ignoring his discomfort, I add, “There now, tell me, are you really a criminal?”

I bounce my breast a little, only as encouragement for him to speak the truth.

“Fuck me. Yes. Yes, I am a criminal in the technical sense of speaking.”

Calmly, I wait for his instruction, and when his eager “pinch your nipples” comes, I am ready to put on a show.

I tear the pasties off and toss them aside.

I lick both hands’ forefinger and thumb and then grab my nipples, pulling them taught and twisting slowly.

They immediately turn red. I get up and walk closer to give him a good view, swinging them side to side against his chest.

“As promised, two pert, slightly twisted nipples craving your soothing tongue.”

My finger follows the line between his pecs towards his groin when I step back, but he hardly acknowledges it, mesmerized by my chest. Time for the next question, and it is a doozy.

“Chaos baby, tell me what type of criminal you are,” I croon seductively.

His lips move, but his guard is down, and he spills all his secrets. “I am a smuggler. Or a courier, if you like. Criminals need something moved from one place to another, and then they call me.”

I visibly release the breath I was holding in. A courier isn’t that bad, I guess. I expected him to be a hitman or something, but I guess his profile is too public for that.

Without wasting time, the command falls from his lips.

“Sit back down and open your pussy lips. I want to see how wet you are,” he says.

Once again, I do as I am told. With swinging hips, I return to the Kamasutra couch and take my time to lower myself onto the seat. Once seated, I swing one leg over and even swipe my finger through my lips to exhibit the slickness already present.

I still have to ask, if only to silence my conscience, “Are you dangerous? ”

His face is void of emotion, but his tone is seductive: “Come closer, and I will whisper the answer in your ear.”

As if in a trance, I get up to move closer and lean in to hear his answer.

“Very, but you will always be safe with me.”

The growl he emits sends sparks to my pussy, and I press my thighs together to keep from revealing the truth of what his words do to me.

But he already knows, “You like that, don’t you? Knowing you have such a powerful man at your mercy is turning you on.”

I nod. This game is about the truth, after all, and there is no more space for lies to fill.

“Let me taste you.”

I take two fingers and gather my arousal to offer it to him. His lips envelop my fingers, sucking noisily until every trace is gone.

“Delicious and all for me,” he comments more to himself.

“Next question. And feel free to skip this one if it is too much for you. What happened to your parents?”

His face turns ashen, and his eyes reflect remorse.

“You want to know about my mother?” he barely whispers.

I already have some facts at my disposal thanks to Sandi.

The documents she provided were comprehensive but could never convey emotions.

I want to hear it from him. Too afraid to break the spell, I simply nod again.

I feel like I might be onto something here, and this could explain his reluctance to accept the aftercare I crave to give him.

“She died. I couldn’t save her,” he mumbles with a voice filled with raw emotion.

I can’t help myself. My body yearns to comfort him and wrap my arms around him and the cross. Holding him close, I listen to his rapid heartbeat until it calms down enough for me to look him in the eye.

“I am so sorry, love; I also have no one. The hurt doesn’t go away, but you learn to befriend the pain. Eventually, you will become invincible, and I can’t wait to see what worlds you conquer then.”

His small smile is still laced with regret, but I kiss the corner of his mouth to bleed the hurt from him. The quick kiss turns into a longing, lingering kiss until he winces.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot about our little friend here.” I flick the cage, and he shows his displeasure by making a biting motion in my direction.

I giggle while I scamper away and take my seat.

“I am waiting, Chaos. What would you like me to do next?”

“Play with yourself.”

I lean back on the couch that was specifically designed for something like this.

His view is superb, and I take my time in widening my legs and take some of my arousal to lube up my swollen clit.

Knowing the exact amount of pressure I like, my hand has a mind of its own while I chase my orgasm.

I lift my breast with the other hand and flick the hard nub with my tongue.

The groans coming from Griffen urge me to stop before I get lost in the euphoria he brings while I know he is watching me closely. I cross my legs and place my hands on my thighs in clear surrender.

“More,” he roars.

“You didn’t say orgasm, dear Chaos. You only said play. Maybe next time you will choose your words more carefully.”

His chest is heaving with combined lust and the painful frustration added by the cage. I delight in this moment, knowing he deserves a little discomfort for the way he treated me.

“Getting back to business, would you like to divulge the reason for your obnoxious behavior and for calling me a whore?”

Red shame floods his face, and for the first time ever, I genuinely think he is embarrassed for what he has done. “You are not a whore,” he retorts.

“I know that, silly. But why would you think of calling me something like that? Not only was it uncalled for, but you sounded so convinced.”

He gulps. Always a sign that the guilty have come to face retribution.

“Are you ready to tell me why you abandoned me at the restaurant a week ago? Even Angelo came to ask me if everything was in order. I had no idea what to tell your friend. So, spill it,” I urge.

I wait anxiously for the coming blow. His answer would explain a lot. He ran like he saw a ghost.

“Let me ask you first. Have you ever been a sub to a douchebag with a smarmy face?”

No! I gasp as my fingers touch my lips.

It wasn’t his ghost but mine.

And he found me.