Not in pleasure. No, no, no.
After I’m done with her, she won’t even beable to think about another man’s cock inside of her again. The pain I’m going to carve into her pale skin and bury deep inside that soft pink flesh will make her wish she was dead.
Oh, fuck.
That’s what I want more than anything.
I want to hear her blood-curdling cries for help.
Just the thought of it makes my cock throb with anticipation.
I enter the security room and kick the door shut behind me, not caring to lock it. Every stairwell, every elevator, every exit on this floor is locked down tight. I made sure of that myself.
Now, I can do whatever the fuck I want.
After taking a few more steps into the room, I dump her body onto the long metal rectangular table sitting at the back. Her body hits the surface with a thud, barely moving as I grab her wrists and cuff them to the metal loops on either side of the table, spreading her arms out so she can’t fight. The cold metal clicks shut around both wrists, causing my cock to harden further.
Then I move to her legs. Instead of cuffs, I use the rope I brought with me, wrapping it tightly around her ankles and securing them to the ends of the table.
Now she’s completely fucking trapped.
Behind me, I hear a muffled whine and shift my body towards the noise. “Listen, Garrett. I really don’t want to have to cut your tongue out this early in the game. So how about you stop with the incessant fucking whining?”
Her jock-ass ex finally wakes up from the little nap my sedative put him in.
“You know,” I say, glancing over at him, “for a guy whose whole job is training people in strength and bodybuilding, you didn’t use a single fucking ounce of it today. I honestly thought you’d put up more of a fight.”
I turn my attention back to sweet Victoria.
“How fucking pathetic.”
I lick my lips, getting ready to taste her liquid gold. My hands slide up her legs as I start pushing the tight pencil skirt higher, but after a second I decide it’s not worth the effort.
So I pull the blade from the sheath at my waistband and drag it straight through the black fabric, slicing the skirt open all the way up until the cut reaches the top. With one quick tug, I rip the damaged material off her body and drop it onto the floor.
Underneath, she’s wearing a pair of red silkpanties that barely covers her pussy. I can see the indentations of her lips through the material and the small bit of natural cream that coats the inside.
I lean forward, pressing my nose into the space between her legs and inhale deeply. The short hairs at her mound poke through the thin fabric, lightly scratching against my nose as I breathe her in.
I stand back up and murmur, “I’m going to tongue-fuck you a hell of a lot better than that piece of shit ever could.” Then I glance over at him.
He’s still thrashing and whining in the chair I tied him to like a little bitch.
I figure since he’s awake now, I might as well wake her up too.
I walk over to the desk lined with security monitors and grab the taser she tried to use on me earlier. It’s almost funny, really. I flick it on without a second thought and head back toward the table.
Without hesitating, I lower it between her legs and pull the trigger.
Electricity cracks through her body and her head jerks up instantly. She looks around wildly,panic flooding her face before her eyes finally lock onto mine.
“Hello again,” I say calmly while she trembles on the table, shaking like a leaf.
A second later her gaze darts over to Garrett. He’s struggling in the chair, trying to talk through the tape over his mouth, the sounds coming out muffled and useless.
Her attention snaps back to me.
“What do you want, you fucking psycho?!” she shrieks.
