And each second that drags is another I’m wasting when I could already be tasting my treat.
With a clicking noise, I firm my grip and slam the toe of my boot against the metal plate Madison’s feet are planted on. The dolly lurches forward. Madison careens, a scream ripping from his throat as the dolly teeters, sending his dick sliding through my gloved hand.
I watch through a half-lidded gaze, distorted by the blinding light flashing, as Madison tenses from head to toe. Every muscle, every limb—hell, probably even his organs—solidify like they’re bathed in cement.
It only makes me hotter.
He shakes his head no. A continuous motion that must make him dizzy.
So foolish.
A small whimper I nearly miss croaks from deep within him. I press closer, sending the butt end of my axe bumping against his torso. His shoulders wrack with a sob, tears streaming, snot gurgling.
I sigh. “Your dick is hard, darlin’,” I speak the truth into the static-charged air. My little treat doesn’t budge. His head never stops shaking. Those sobs never cease for a moment, only change direction into something softer, more resigned the longer I stroke him through the thin, damp material. The only barrier between us.
The last piece to shred.
“Fear makes some people hard. All that adrenaline pumping into your system… the spikes from the all-consuming panic…” I drag my tongue across his cheek, growling at the rough scrape of invisible stubble.
“It’s all about the chemistry, darlin’. Nothin’ to be ashamed of.”
I trace my spiked index finger just beneath the ribbed band hanging low around his hips. My eyes never stray from Madison’s wrinkled lids as I press my hips forward, dragging my hard cock across his stomach.Shit, he’s so tiny…
He sucks his in, pulling away from the contact. I cackle in amusement, not deterred in the slightest. I only press harder, ensuring he feels every inch of what he’s done to me.
“Your fear turns me on, too.”
His lips part, opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Is this p-part of it?” he stammers. My eyes light up at the sound of his voice, hoarse and cracked from endless screaming. “I re-read about sex-sexual c-contac-ct.”
Ahh, the waiver.
I beam. “Nah, darlin’. Nothin’ like that’s ever happened. Until now. You’re just too tasty to resist.” Madison’s eyes dart all over my face, pinging from my hair to my forehead, my mouth, down my neck to where my axe is still hanging.
A nightmare he wants.
C’mon, darlin’…
“Oh, Jesus,” he whimpers, then the sound cuts off to nothing, but his lips still move like he’s talking to himself.
“Give me what I want, Madison…”
He pants heavily—loudly. Screams ricochet somewhere in the motel. A distant vibration. My temples throb from the fuckin’ strobe lights. I hate that it distorts my vision of my little treat so much, but maybe with the illusion, it’ll be easier to make him give in.
Time’s runnin’ out.
“Give it to me.” I let the tip of my finger graze his cockhead to prompt a response. His eyes fly open wide, nearly bulging from his skull. His throat bobs. His muscles strain, veins bulging beneath the skin in a pattern I’d love to trace with my tongue.
I flash my teeth. “Just nod your head.”
A breath. His. Mine.
…He nods.
Chapter Eight
All Part of the Game
Madison
