His stomach rose and fell under my touch. “You can’t be serious.”
“Can’t I?” I touched him along the edge of his inner thigh and continued backward to his ass.
Cold and solid as a rock, it clenched, reflexively. I had to break our gaze. Another moment and he would see how much I sucked at this game. How much power he had over me even whilst immobile and tied up.
The nervousness. The sound of his accelerating breaths. The firmness of his ass. The hardness jutting from his pubic hair. All went straight to my already drenching pussy, and set my nipples stiff to the point of pain.
My feelings at the moment perplexed me. Why on earth would I want the son of my sister’s abductor? Why did knowing he couldn’t help getting hard for me, even in these circumstances, set me on fire?
I squeezed his ass with both my hands. His lips parted, but no words came out. Only stammering.
My grip tightened around the cheeks. “What? You don’t like it,sweetheart?”
He squirmed, trying to break free, inducing a stronger grip from me. “Fuck. If you wanna get laid, get me out of this shit, and I’ll give it to you. Like a man.”
“Till your gang figure out you’re gone and come look for me, you’re not a man. You’re my captive. My fucktoy. I’ll play with you however I want whenever I want.”
He growled like a wounded animal, his body jerking right and left, shackles chiming.
I giggled. “How does it feel, Dusty? Standing all helpless, knowing you’re about to get fucked? Raped by a woman half your size?”
“Don’t do this…please.”
“Please?” A surprised laugh escaped my chest. “That’s new.”
“What, do you want me to beg you? Do you like to be begged? Is that what it is?”
My nails dug in his flesh. “Do it, bitch. Beg me not to fuck this ass.”
“Shit. Please, Cameron…I beg you. This is…”
The struggle in his voice to beg for the first time was music to my ears. “This is what, Dusty? Sick? Fucked up? Disgusting?”
“Yes!”
His cock begged to differ, sinews engorged along its girth. Thick wetness gushed between my legs.
“Tell me why I should listen to you?” I asked. “Did you listen to Annie when she begged you not to rape her? Did you stop?”
“I never laid a hand on her,” he spat.
My hands fell off him, my eyes wide. Until his tongue had slipped, all I had was doubt and limitless unanswered questions. Now I knew for sure they took her. The Night Skulls did have Annie. My chest heaved with emotions, a mixture of relief and horror. “Then who did?”
He pressed his lips and scowled in regret. “I don’t know.”
“Tell me, Dusty. What happened to her?”
“I swear I don’t know.”
I screamed as loud as I could, beating on him with every ounce of strength I had in me. He took it without making a peep. Blinded by rage, I spun and dove inside the bag. I couldn’t take another second of this shit.
“Cammie, please.”
“I said don’t call me that.” I took a ball gag and stuffed it inside his mouth. Then I used the electroshock on his thigh and his chest. Repeatedly.
He moaned, flouncing like a fish out of water. I undid the gag and repeated my question. The answer remained the same.
I secured the gag around the back of his head a little too tight this time. Drool trickled down his chin. His hardness wasn’t deterred. “You like this, don’t you? Okay. Let’s see if you’re going to like the next one.”
