Page 17 of Tease Me


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Grabbing the scissors I set out earlier, I cut right through her hair. Inches of blue black hair falls to the floor in a pile. Goodbye Lucinda Waldgrave, hello my Sinful.

She reaches up and feels down the length of her hair coming to a stop at the ends. I wait for the hysterics, but they never come. She levels her eyes in my direction. It’s weird how they don’t settle, but hover a fraction of an inch from where they are supposed to be. “Cut more. I want it shorter.” Her voice has more composure, more determination than I’ve heard from her so far. Beneath the mouselike demeanor, this girl has teeth.

Fuck yeah. I wasn’t going to go too far, but hearing her encouraging me has me picking up the scissors again. I thought I wanted her to fight me, to cry over the loss of her precious hair, but having her complicit in her own fall from grace is a thrill like no other.

Tell me what you want, Sinful. Let’s debase you together.

I keep cutting and when I’m done, I hand her a shaver. She looks at me oddly when I place the vibrating object into her hand but when I tell her what it is, she goes to town, shaving the side of her head. The result is a choppy mess of blue black with a glorious side shave and it’s a fucking masterpiece. Gone is the angel of the world. Before me is a gorgeous fucking demon. I lick my lips as the desire to take her becomes overwhelming.

“What do I look like?” she asks. Her eyes settle on me, or rather right through me. It’s fucking unnerving but exciting that she can’t see. I feel like a voyeur even though she knows I’m watching her.

“You look like a fucking goddess.”

She smiles. It’s the first smile I’ve seen on her lips since we picked her up. I take out some colored contacts and lay them to one side. The last part of the famous Lucinda Waldgrave looks at me expectantly. Her eyes are the most soul-destroyingly beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, but they are so bright that keeping them as they are will make the disguise pointless. They are much lighter than they appear in the magazines, but while people might not immediately equate them with the missing heiress, they’ll certainly take a second look and that needs to be avoided. Now, though, I don’t want to hide that part of her. I want to see the real her before I cover her up.

I take her back to the living room. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. My dick has been hard waiting for this and the anticipation is almost killing me.

I pull out a dress from the bag. It’s short and slutty, the exact opposite of the conservative flowery monstrosity she’s wearing now.

“Stand still,” I demand.

She does exactly what I ask, which deflates me a little. I cannot claim my prize if she gives herself too willingly. I don’t like anything to be given too easily. I remind myself that having her help me has its own rewards.

“I’m going to undress you now, Sinful.” I wait for her reaction. I need to see the fear in her eyes. So far, everything else has been too easy.

She shivers slightly, but she nods, determination filling her beautiful features. God, this girl is going to be the death of me.

It’s too fucking easy. Well, if I can’t enjoy the fight, I’m sure as shit gonna enjoy unwrapping her. She holds her hands above her head as I pull up the fuck-awful dress revealing a body that every man and probably a lot of women lust after. Everyone wants her, but I’m the one that has her.

She’s exactly what I thought she’d be. I only got a hint of her before Nix dragged her to her room earlier. Her skin is so pale it’s almost translucent. I draw my gaze down, ignoring the desperate ache of my cock straining against my pants. She’s completely naked. Totally. Completely and utterly. I guess when Dacre gave her his mom’s dress, he didn’t think to give her mommy’s underwear. Not that those pert breasts would fit in the over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders his mom would need to prize her saggy tits into.

Her arms are covered in goose bumps and there’s a tremble in her body, but she stares ahead defiantly. That’s my girl, Sinful. Fuck. If it wasn’t for Nix’s warning, she’d be spread-eagled on the couch and my cock would be buried in that gorgeous pussy of hers. My mouth waters at the sight of her. Fuck, if he wasn’t my brother, I’d be finding heaven right now.

With reluctance, I pull the dress I had delivered over her head. As I pull the skintight material down, I let my fingers run over her bare skin. relishing in the touch of her. Fuck, I want to ram my cock into that tight pussy of hers. I’m the one supposed to be torturing her, but she’s torturing me. My dick is rock hard as she flinches at my touch. She’s so hard to read. One minute a scared little cry baby, the next defiant. It’s a heady combination and one I don’t know how to fucking take.

I stave off my impulses and pull the dress down, skimming her thigh with my fingers and restraining myself from running them round to her inner thigh. Her whole body is so tense, I want to crack her open wide. I could come from just touching her. Her skin is soft as fuck and I ache to know how her pussy feels. I wasn’t wrong when I said to Nix that everyone has had her. She’s hardly a vestal virgin, but the way she holds herself, as though she’s constantly on edge, makes me wonder if it all isn’t an act. Oh, not in the same way Nix thinks. There’s no doubt this is Lucinda Waldgrave, but I wonder if behind all the sexy imagery and multitudes of boyfriends, there isn’t just a scared virgin who knows how to act the part of the media whore. It wouldn’t be the first time Hollywood had sold us all a lie. Hell, no one knew Rock Hudson was gay until he died. Not that I think Sinful is gay. Not by the way her breathing deepens as I touch her skin. Her body is reacting to my touch. Beyond the trembling, she’s pushing toward my fingers, urging them on rather than cringing away from them. Either way, it excites the hell out of me. I don’t want to stop. I want to push this and see how far I can take it, but I had a plan and I don’t want to get distracted.

I pull a box from the bag, set it to one side, and open the lid. Inside is what will take the last vestiges of Lucinda away. I grab one of the thick make-up brushes and hold the make-up palette in my other hand.

I worship her face, caressing it with make-up. I might look like a hard as fuck badass, but I know how to make things beautiful. I’m not making Sinful beautiful, she’s already stunning, but I am bringing out the dark side that I know lies beneath that soft exterior. I work steadily, contouring her face and applying eyeliner and lipstick. When I’ve finished, I step back to study my masterpiece.

She’s an enigma of dark and light. My pulse quickens as I take in the work of art I’ve created. No one would recognize her anymore. Not even her own father. Nix is gonna kill me, but who the fuck knows if he’s even going to return? He was pissed when he left. Besides, this is what she wants. To not be herself anymore. To hide. To be free. Lucinda Waldgrave can now walk down the street and no one would know who she was. Fucking perfect.

Damn Nix and his fucked up grudge. He hates her, he shouldn’t give a fuck what I do to her, but he’s made it clear that Sinful belongs to him. He’s wrong, but I can’t get him out of my head. This part of her though, this part is all mine, and if he doesn’t bother to get his ass back here, Sinful is up for grabs, and I’m going to be the one to grab her.

I take her hands in mine. Her breath quickens slightly at the touch, but she doesn’t speak. Letting one of her hands go, I twirl her round with the other, taking in every inch of her. A hint of a smile ghosts her lips. Fuck yeah, Sinful, enjoy this dance. I almost wish she could see so I could show her what I’ve done to her. I have other ways to show her. I pull her hand down to the bulge in my pants and she stiffens immediately, the smile dropping from her lips.

I unzip and drop my trousers. She recoils, but I grab her hand again, pulling her toward me. “You are going to see what you’ve done to me, Sinful.”

“I can’t see,” she chokes up at my regrettable choice of words.

Not yet, but you will. I pull her hand until she’s touching me. I have to hold it in place to stop her from pulling back. She inhales a gasp, her mouth open wide. I want to see those gorgeous lips of hers wrapped around my cock, but first she has to ‘see’ me.

“This is what you do to me, Sinful. You asked me what you looked like. You made this happen.”

Slowly, she stops trying to pull her hand away. Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock. Now it’s my turn to inhale. I wrap my own fingers round hers and begin to move her small fist up and down. The terror in her expression doesn’t leave her, but she doesn’t fight it. I’d planned a great many things for tonight, but now I want to lose myself in that strange, willful terror. I want to watch her face as I come.

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