I cried out as soon as it touched my skin, moaning as it dripped over my breasts, between them, down my stomach, slowly hardening the cooler it got. “God,fuck,” I panted, fighting the restraints.
“Where did he touch you?” Everett asked, lowering the bowl.
“Everywhere,” I said through my teeth.
“Specifics, Olivia. Hands?”
I swallowed, shivering violently. “Hands, feet, arms, lower half of my legs, stomach, neck, face.”
His eyes twitched. “Lips?”
I jerked, leaning forward. “Neck. Lips.” I wanted to vomit. Iwanted to peel this skin off and put a new one on.
“Tongue.”
“Mouth, nipples.”
His hands tightened. “Cock.”
“Pussy,” I bit. “Ass. Two things that you definitely are.”
A muscle in his face twitched. “Let’s get back to the basics,” he said tightly. Everett turned, set the bowl down, and left the room.
I snarled, jerking against the restraints, my eyes lifting to see how he had tied them. I wasn’t in the best of shape, but I had some muscles. I had stamina. If I could just lift one arm high enough, I could maneuver the ribbon enough to untie it, I was sure.
“You’re not getting out of those.”
I fell back against the wall. He was carrying in a large bowl with steam drifting from it. “I could.”
“Nobody has ever escaped my knots.”
“Then I look forward to kicking that pride of yours in the goddamn ass.”
He set the bowl down and ignored me.
I worked my jaw, letting my head fall back against the wall. “What is that?”
“Your favorite,” he answered, turning to face me. In his hands were two gloves, or ice packs in the shape of gloves. “You want to peel your skin off because of your ex-boyfriend, I’m going to do the next best thing.” He walked up to me and slid one over my left hand. “I’ll erase it.”
I shivered violently, gasping, a moan slipping through my lips as my body tensed and shook.
His eyes flicked to mine, his jaw working. He jerked it on and moved to my other hand, pulling the other on quickly before turning back to the bowl.
He pulled out two more ice packs, wrapping one around eachfoot.
I released a long breath, trying to fight off the cold and the tingling sensations that kept spiking from the points of pain straight to my pussy and erect nipples. “Bring girls back here often then?”
“Nobody has been to this apartment,” he answered quietly.
“Then why the ice?”
“You didn’t think being kidnapped was a two and done deal, did you?” he asked, glancing up as he finished off my feet.
I sneered, giving him the most hate-filled glare I could. “I saw how hard you are,” I told him, keeping my voice low. “You don’t have the self-restraint not to touch me.”
He slowly stood, the warmth of his body spreading across my skin, and he leaned in until his nose almost touched mine, my jaw dropping in need. I wanted his lips on mine. I wanted his tongue so far down my throat, I choked on it. “I never said I wouldn’t,” he hummed and took a step back.
The wax had long since cooled, my hands and feet already going numb. Panic slammed through me, desperate panic. “Don’t fuck me,” I ordered him, praying it would push him to the edge. I needed him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside of me, throbbing, pounding into me so hard that he left fucking bruises, that’s what I needed. What I wanted. “Don’ttouch me.”
