"I was afraid you'd run."
"Seriously?"
"Mhm."
He squeezes me again. This time, I lean forward, squishing his hands between my thick thighs and my hip bones. "Stop that."
"You'll answer my questions then?"
"Sure."
He fakes like he's about to squeeze me again, and my instinct is to double over.
"Yes. I'll answer your fucking questions, you sadist."
His hands slide out from where they were wedged, and he lifts my chin with one hand, forcing me to look up at him. "I promise, if I wanted to torture you, I wouldn't have tied you up so gently."
I take some deep breaths, weighing out my options here. I know if I said my safe word and asked to leave, that he'd let me. My curiosity is what gets me to stay. I'm sure I'll regret this, but I have to know what is making this man so desperate that he's resorting to sexual interrogation tactics.
He takes my silence as acceptance.
"I promise, this is mutually beneficial. I want to get my answersandmake you feel good. I just can't risk you walking out on me before I've said all I need to say. Youanswer my questions honestly, and I'll give you what we both want. You answer dishonestly, and I'm going to have to tickle you."
What started out as an intimidating speech fell apart the moment he uttered the wordtickle. My chest shakes with a silent laugh. A look of slight amusement also spreads across his face. I quickly whip my chin down and take his thumb that was holding my chin into my mouth and bite down.
"Ouch!" He pulls his finger out from between my teeth and shakes it. "You brat."
"What's your first question?"
"May I touch you, or are you going to bite me again?"
"No more biting, I promise." I'm sure the smirk on my face isn’t convincing at all. "Unless you deserve it, of course."
"Fair enough." He sucks his thumb into his mouth briefly.
He reaches a hand out slowly and tucks some of my hair behind my ear. The act is harmless, innocent, but it has me recoiling. It's too much intimacy for me. I'm too pissed that I'm not getting bent over and fucked by Kass's pierced cock right now.
"Why did you kick me out of your apartment?"
"Because I was done talking."
"Be more specific."
I roll my eyes at him and immediately regret it when he stands up and hovers over my detained form. Or maybe I don't regret it. This is kind of hot. His hands take hold of the backrest of the wooden chair, one on either side of me. I get the feeling he's going to stare me down until I answer.
"I wasn't going to change my mind. We were going in circles, and I was sick of arguing with you."
My chair flies back, and I shriek as I brace for the landing, expecting my head to smack onto the ground. But he catches me halfway down. Now straddling me, my chair tipped backward, he leans in to get his face close to mine.
"Since that was half-truth and half-lie, you only get a small reward."
"That was not—haaaa..." I start to melt with his hand now between my thighs, applying pressure exactly where I've been craving it.
The pressure dissipates as quickly as it came, and I'm left longing for it again.
He shuffles backward and tilts my chair upright again. Taking a seat on the bed, he gets right back to business.
"Who do you love?"
