He lets me avoid his mouth on mine. Taking the opportunity I’ve given him by exposing my neck, he licks and bites a path to my ear. I try to pull my thighs together, but the damn spreader bar won’t allow it.
“I’d apologize for tying you up, but I don’t like liars, and I am not the least bit sorry.” I feel him smile against my skin. “I quite like you bound and at my mercy, baby. It will make my job that much easier.”
“You always bind your victims?” I inquire.
“You’re hardly a victim, Althea.” He nips my earlobe. “And that’s not the job I was referring to. I told you I wouldn’t kill you.”
“Yet.”I reiterate. He chuckles. His breath tickles my skin. “Then what job are you referring to?” His hand slips down my torso. Two fingers circle my clit with just the right amount of pressure, and then they’re gone.
“Interrogation, of course.” I feel Enzo smile against my neck.
“No thank you. I don’t want to play that game tonight.” I sass. “But you could untie me and let me borrow some clothes so I can go home to my bed. I don’t mind getting myself off.”
Enzo chuckles, but there’s no humor in it. He leans up, his eyes intensely focused on mine. “This isn’t a game, Althea. Your answers will determine what happens to you when we’re done here.” His hand clamps down on my pussy, his palm pressing firmly against my clit. “There are so many possible outcomes, and they all depend on you.”
Ominous much.
“What exactly are my options?”
“Your options.” He growls. I swallow my groan when he pulls his hand and places it beside my head. He pushes himself up to glare down on me, caging me in again as he hovers above. His eyes rove over my face, down my neck, stopping at my breasts.
Enzo takes my left breast in his hand, kneading it, eliciting a moan. He leans down close to my ear and whispers, “Your only option is to tell meeverything.” He pinches my nipple hard, giving it a sharp twist. I scream, arching my back up off the bed and into his hard body.
Enzo moves off the bed. My body shivers with the loss of his warmth. Or maybe it’s in anticipation. I’m not really sure, and I don’t know that I care.
I watch as he disappears inside his closet, listening to the sounds of zippers and bags being opened and closed, wondering what he’s going to bring back with him. Part of me is excited for the possibilities since I assume, like his walls, that closet holds a plethora of sex toys and instruments. The other part of me, the rational part, worries about what other kinds of instruments Enzo may have in there. He’s a delicious brute with a crop. But he wasn’t angry when we played last time, which leaves me to wonder if he has something more wicked hidden in the closet.
I never considered the fact that he knows all my kinks and fetishes since he vetted me for membership to The Mansion. We’ve never discussedhisinterests or hard limits. A sudden sense of foreboding racks my body.
How depraved is he? Would he cut me?
I’ve already seen two of his knives. It’s his preferred method. He likes to leave his hand-carved message in the flesh of his prey.
When Enzo returns, he’s no longer wearing a shirt or shoes, carrying a black duffle bag. He sets the open bag on the floor near the wall, far enough away so I can’t see what's inside.
“What are you going to do?”
Enzo ignores my question as he prowls over to the bed, his legs spread, and his arms crossed.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson in keeping secrets.” He grips the spreader bar with both hands and flips me over onto my stomach without warning. The sudden movement catches me off guard, and I scream.
“I don’t know what you think I’m hiding or why my business is suddenly any of yours.” My defiant rant is cut off by his big hand cracking down on my ass. One. Two. Three times inrapid succession. I’m immediately lifted and flipped back onto my back again. It takes seconds for his body to pin mine down, straddling my hips.
“Wrong answer.” He leans down, taking my nipple in his mouth, licking, sucking, teasing. A moan of both pleasure and frustration escapes me. Pleasure begins to build. Then reality comes crashing back with the stinging pain of his teeth biting me.Hard.
“Aggh!” I yell.
Enzo lavishes my nipple again with his tongue, licking away the pain. He sits up, crosses his arms and says, “You still haven’t learned. I told you this,” he gestures between us, “wasn’t a one and done. Which means everything about you is my business. Even the shit you think I don’t need to know. You’ll tell me.”
“You’re insane.” The words are out but die on a moan when his mouth returns to my other nipple, lavishing it as he kneads the other. “You don’t fight fair.” Moving one of his hands down between us, rubbing me just right. Another gush of wetness coats my center, and Enzo chuckles.
Enzo releases my nipple with apop,smiling. “You’re soaked,” he teases. “I could help you with that. But you’ll have to give me something I want first.”
I wrestle with myself. What could it hurt to give a little? I don’t have to give him anything too specific. Enough to calm his anger and get me the release I so desperately need.
“I can hear you thinking.” Enzo’s voice carries a hint of humor, pulling me out of my self-deliberations.
“What do you want to know, Enzo? There are some things I can’t tell you. I won’t betray my father.” The humor flees from his face.
