“At night,” he said, his throat bobbing. “It’s what keeps me going in here some days.”
I liked that.
“I will get out someday, you know?” he whispered. “When I do, I won’t stop until you’re dead.”
That boy had no idea what kind of fire he was playing with. He needed discipline. And I knew exactly how to deliver it.
I sank my teeth into his nipple, making him hiss in pain. “Are you going to do to me what you did to those men?”
His gaze shifted back to the ceiling, and I hated how easily he dismissed me. My mother used to punish me the same way. Dismiss me like I wasn’t even worth the effort. Like I was no one.
But I wasn’t no one. I was Carter’s worst nightmare. I was what kept him up at night when nothing cut through Wellard’s walls but the wind and the hoot of an owl.
I glanced around the barren room and spotted the chair by the desk.
Walking over, I picked it up and wedged it under the handle to lock the door.
Carter tensed as I crossed the small space and placed my hand on his shin, my fingers sliding lower over the fine hairs.
“I like to start at the ankles,” I whispered, circling the knobby bone. “Well, after I remove the head, of course.”
His breaths were shallow as he watched me silently, but I knew he was scared of me, even if he wanted to pretend otherwise. He was horny, too. Maybebecausehe was frightened and knew I could do anything to him now.
Helpless. Pathetic.
Mine.
My fingers glided higher along the inside of his leg. “There’s a method to it,” I explained, watching the twitch of his steel jaw.
My fingers grazed the inside of his thigh and then brushed up against the underside of his balls, and all thought flew out of my head.
Fuck, I wanted to see his body contort in pain.
“First, I remove the head to keep their thoughts to myself, and then the feet because I don’t want them running away.” I cupped his balls, massaging the sensitive skin between my fingers. “Do you want to run away from me, too, Carter?” I leaned over him, the tip of my nose brushing his, his breath falling over my lips. “Do I need to sever your Achilles heel?”
Reaching for his cock, I molded my fingers around his thick length and whispered, “I want your thoughts, Carter. That’s all I want.”
His chest caved as I stroked him in slow, deliberate pulls, watching his face twist with pleasure while I worked him over.
“I know what to do with you,” I murmured, rolling my thumb over the weeping crown. “Nurse Anna’s a mystery, but you’re not because you’re a man.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, squirming on the bed, his wrists straining against the leather restraints.
“She’s a slut, Anna, but I knew that the moment I saw her. She bounced on my cock, and I liked it. Those soft breasts swaying in my face. But you . . .” I glanced down at his length, watching my hand coax a bead of precum from his crown. “You’re hard everywhere. And I like that more.”
The milky bead slipped over my finger, and I lifted my hand to my mouth, licking it clean, before reaching for him again.
“Carter, Carter, Carter.” I wet my lips, stroking his thick, veiny cock with each chant. He arched his back, elongating his throat.
Diving down, I sank my teeth into his pulse point, biting hard enough to taste blood on my tongue.
A guttural grunt tore from him as thick strings of cum shot across us both. I bit down harder, stroking him faster, my tongue lapping at the fresh bite mark as he trembled beneath me.
Trailing my lips to his ear, I let go of his cock as my hand slid up to wrap around his throat, his pulse fluttering wild beneath my grip.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Carter.”
When he snapped his mouth shut, I tightened my hold on his throat and snarled low in his ear. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
