TO TEMPT THE BAD BOYS

6: Pleasure And Torture

WARNER

“What?” Her eyes widened, and she made to free herself from the chair, but the bounds were securely tied. She can't be freed unless I untie her.

“This is insane. You're insane.”

“Hmm.” I nodded. I was truly insane for her. From the moment I saw her on that dance floor, everything ceased to exist, and I had no other desire than to claim her in ways no other man ever would.

I've never wanted a girl as much as I wanted her. I've never gone out of my way to claim a girl as much as I've done for her. When I finally had a taste of her on the back seat of my car, it became my greatest undoing and I might have came a little while eating her out.

She was mine from the minute her eyes met mine in the bar, and I only confirmed that again when she came on my tongue, when I came down her throat, and when I came in her multiple times.

I've never been grateful for my Vasectomy until her because I couldn't imagine not having that skin contact with her. She was perfection, and she was mine.

Even if her mind hadn't come to terms with that yet. Her body definitely has, though, because right now, I could see the evidence of her desire glistening in her p***y and her n*****s hardening at the prospect of what I was about to do to her. She might be glaring at me, but her body was telling a different story.

I slowly trailed the vibrator upwards towards her upper thigh and the sweetest spot I'll ever know, and her body shuddered. She whimpered. A low sound that she tried to conceal.

“You need to stop this madness,” she panted, her breath uneven. It did make me chuckle.

“I haven't even started, and you're already breathless, Little Dove. Wonder how much of this you can take.”

“Shut…” Her words dissolved into a louder whimper as I pressed the vibrator against her wetness without any warning. She jerked, her body convulsing slightly, and her palms tightening against the chair handles.

“What were you doing at the police station, Meera?”

“It's none of your business,” She spat, her eyes glaring daggers at me. She was still so full of fire, and it was a fire I intended to put out and have her squirming and begging.

“I'm going to ask you again,” I increased the intensity and kept it pressed against her core. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, and she threw her head back from the force of it.

“What were you doing at the police station, Meera?”

“f**k you,” she managed to groan.

“The dildo will,” I told her, and I slowly inserted the other toy into her.

“Oh my God,” she moans, and her body jerked more at the foreignness, and she looked down to see the other edge standing out of her. It was small, but the vibrations were strong enough to make her lose her mind. It was enough to get her completely wired up and drive her crazy because it is not sufficient to induce an orgasm.

And I knew it was already doing its work, but her body wouldn't stop vibrating, and her knuckles were turning white from how tightly she held onto the handles. I pressed the other one against her c**t, and her butt lifted off the chair from the combined stimulations.

“What were you doing at the station, Meera?”

“I was… I went…” she panted, her words coming out in wheezes, “I went there to report you.”

“Why?” I reduced the intensity and rolled it over her glistening core. It was a sight to behold—the quivering, the wetness, the pulsating. But it wasn't as alluring as the sight of her—of her tousled hair, of the sweat on her forehead, of her upper teeth digging into her lower lip to conceal her sounds, of her glazed eyes, of her.

Watching her was making me hard, and my restraint was this close to snapping.

She didn't say anything, so I startled her by raising it to the highest.

“You killed that man.” She yelled out, and I reduced it again, “I saw the watch you wore that night in the footage on TV, and I also saw blood on your sleeve that night.”

That wasn't a surprise. I knew she was incredibly smart from what I've found out about her. I also knew she deduced I killed that asshole that night in her store. I thought she'd freak out and run away, but she moaned when I touched her lips, and my intention went from convincing her that I wasn't a bad person to wanting to f**k her till she's unable to walk for days.

“So did you?”

“Can you please put an end to this mad…” I increased the intensity again.

“I couldn't!” Her yell was louder this time around, “I couldn't and please,” she broke into a shaky moan, and the sound went straight to my groin.

“Stop, please… I can't take this anymore. I can't… I think… I feel like I'm going crazy. Please…”

I tortured her a bit further, and I enjoyed watching her fall apart and hearing those beautiful words from my mouth. They were like a balm to my broken soul, and I'd trade my empire to listen to them daily.

“Why didn't you?” I asked, and her head dropped further in resignation. She looked like a beautiful mess with her wetness all over the toy and chair, her n*****s so engorged I wanted to wrap my lips around them and suck them all day long.

“Answer me, Meera. You don't want us to keep doing this all day.”

“I thought… Oh f**k,” she moaned and convulsed slightly as the other vibrator hummed further. Her eyes were running now from the force of her suppressed orgasm.

“Because he deserved to die, even in worse ways than he was killed.”

“Good girl.” I praised and gave the toys one final push. She came with a full body convulsion, her butt arching off the chair, and liquid splurting from her.

She was squirting, and she whimpered and gasped her way through. I watched her all through, completely fascinated and thrilled. And also completely hard. I wanted to bend her over and f**k her right now, but she was too spent. I instead undid her bonds and carried her to my room, with her eyes struggling to stay open. When I returned with wet wipes to clean her up, she was fast asleep.

I did clean her up before going to the bathroom to jerk off with the thoughts of what she'd look like, stark naked, crawling towards me on the floor, and begging.