Page 78 of Terror Tuesday

“I-I-I…” Her entire body trembles violently, words breaking apart in her throat.

My gloved hand wraps around her slender neck, lifting her onto her tiptoes as her nails dig into my forearms. “Answer me,” I snarl. “Where thefuckdid he touch you?”

Her mouth opens in breathless shock, eyes growing glassy, her skin flushing deeper until I finally relax my grip. She slips down the wall, gasping as I guide her forcefully toward the bed and shove her onto it.

“Everything off. Show me the places he desecrated. Point to them.”

“Why?” Her voice is barely audible, quivering.

“Because I need to know exactly where to start when I fuck the memory of him out of you.”

She holds her breath as she removes her camisole, never looking away from my masked face. When she slips off her panties, exposing her lush curves, one finger hovers nervously over her clit, lingering between trembling thighs.

“So obedient,” I whisper harshly, stepping closer until my bulging erection fills her vision. “Where is your god now?”

Her eyes dip to my belt, gaze clinging to my cock as it strains beneath the fabric. A small nod, a delicious surrender. “Yes,” I rasp. “Now you remember. But know this—I am a jealous god. Don’t ever forget that.”

I move swiftly to her dresser, lighting one of her candles. She whimpers, “What— What are you doing?”

“Setting the mood, beautiful.” My voice drips with menace. “Now lie back.”

When she obeys, a twisted sense of pride explodes inside my chest. Swiftly, I slip off my belt and leap onto the bed. She fights briefly—adorably—but I bind her wrists above her head, exactly as she’d done to him.

“As much as I want to reward you for calling out my name when you came,” I say coldly, “I can’t risk discovery.”

I grab her soaked panties, forcing the taste of her betrayal into her mouth. Searching her drawers, I find a pair of pantyhose to secure the gag with. She protests with a few mumbled grunts, but they’re weak. Tears spring to her eyes as I tie her ankles to the footboard. Now she’s beautifully spread, helpless and ready.

“He touched your pussy. With his tongue?”

She nods once, eyes squeezed shut.

“Did he suck these gorgeous nipples?”

She shakes her head quickly.

“Did he kiss you?”

Slowly, painfully, she nods—shame deepening the flush of her cheeks.

“Then you enjoyed it,” I hiss. “You must love playing games, Olivia. But this one? This one youcannotwin.”

I lift the candle above her mound, her muffled pushback thrilling me as she squirms. “Keep those legs open. Show me the map of his sins, so I can burn them off your body.”

Hot wax drips onto her sensitive flesh. She arches, her stifled cries echoing beautifully as it hardens. Her tears streak freely down her cheeks, and I savor each precious drop.

“You said he didn’t touch your nipples,” I taunt, straddling her waist, watching her quivering breasts. “So I will.”

Wax drips onto her peaked buds, and she growls beneath her gag like a trapped lioness ofDelta. “Good girl,” I praise, delighting in her defiance.

Saliva dribbles out of the corners of her mouth as she narrows her eyes at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly withher panting breaths. Her curvy waist and soft breasts bounce seductively as she does.

“Who owns you, Olivia?”

A whimper of surrender.

“I didn’t hear you.”

She screams something muffled but undeniably mine.