“I want to tie you down, hurt you, fuck you, then hurt you some more.”
She jerked her gaze to his, sucked in an excited breath. His words aroused her, and her nipples were poking at her bra. Always a good sign. “Hurt me?” she asked, breathlessly. “How?”
Give me details.
His smile twisted then straightened. The red particles in his eyes rose like a venomous sea.
“You want this. I should’ve fuckin’ known.”
Well, now he’d said it, she wasn’t actually sure. “Rutger isn’t here,” she whispered. It would be safer if he was.
And less exciting.
“You didn’t answer me. Is this what your nanites do?” He let go of the collar and stepped backward. His wings opened out, wide and vast, until his foot stirred a chain pooled on the floor below a hoist hook. Vargr stooped and began to methodically gather the chain. What did he plan to do?
“Tell me.” Holding the swinging and coiled chain, he closed in on her again.
“I don’t know if it’s the same. We are not the same. Violence turns me on.”
“Sometimes?”
“Always?” There would be limits, wouldn’t there?
Very slowly, as if giving her time to duck, he grabbed the top of her hair and twisted until she had to slide off the bench, drop to her feet and turn to face the bench.
“This?” He pushed her face to the oily timber. She squeaked at that, at the smell of oil, the wrench of those fingers, and at the delicious feel of him behind her, his body crowding hers.
He nudged at her with a hard cock, pressing its length between her legs.
“Violence like this?”
The world narrowed down. “Mmm. Yes.”Hell yes.
Do me, her pussy was saying in no uncertain body language, her ass swaying against that hardness.
“Good.” That word was a guttural noise.
Her nanites had clearly done interesting things.
The chain rattled as he clipped it or hooked it to the side of her collar, stilling her breath as she absorbed this act, and it rattled some more as he dragged her sideways to the vice, wound that device apart, then clamped the chain inside it.
Pinned in one place by ungiving metal, she swallowed—collar at her throat, chain to the vice. Though, really, all she had to do to be free was unwind the vice.
She checked it out, from the corner of her eye, smiled, then brought her hand to the vice.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Vargr caught that hand, and the other, and took them to the small of her back.
Tingles ran down through her from spine, from where he pressed on her ass, to between her legs.
Fuck. So nice,
She squirmed again, whimpering when he bit her shoulder, once, twice. He chuckled. The pain of those bites echoed, awakening her to the possibilities of him fucking her while shewas stuck here, wriggling. Waking her to the chance that he could easily bite a piece out of her.
She could healalmostanything, but Vargr was showing signs of being unhinged.
Unhinged is what I love.
