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Glad mind reading doesn’t exist, I lift my head up high. “I’ve survived worse men than you, Marius.”
And it’s utterly sad that it’s true.
“Why would I rape you?” he sounds downright puzzled by the possibility. “It wouldn’t make any sense. You’re desperate to be fucked. I’m torturing younotgiving you what you want.”
I flush, heat flooding my face and neck. “You’re deluded.”
He’s right, however; I have never been this aroused, in my entire life.
Not that Iwantto fuckhim.But there’s no denying that my body craves what his has to offer.
“And you’re dousing my chair,” he counters.
Then his cane hits me again and my back arches, folding me back.
“Let’s try something else.”
I don’t like the sound of that. I’d much rather he’d keep trying this cane again. Harder. On my breasts again. Or lower, to the sensitive flesh begging for attention.
Marius returns to his favorite furniture, and opens a different drawer this time. I’m confused to see him come back with nothing more than a piece of dark fabric—like a long thick ribbon.
He ties it around my head twice, before knotting it behind my hair, blinding me to all light.
I am immediately on alert, every sound sharper, every moment more suspicious. He walks away, but not far, and when he comes back, I don’t know what to expect. What torture he’ll choose next. The suspense is killing me, half anticipation, half dread. What if he does find something that truly hurts, something I can’t take? What if I have to tell him about Brandon, and he fucks with everything I’ve achieved?
I feel his presence when the footsteps stop, fear prickling at the back of my neck.
Something touches me, and my body jumps, expecting pain.
And pain is what I get. Sort of. Whatever it is, it’s hot, burning my skin right over the bruises left by the cane on my thigh. Then higher, higher, to my stomach, my chest. I exhale a breath, my clit tingling, begging for attention.
“Fuck, Sarah,” Marius growl. “You like that, too, huh?”
I shut my mouth. I hate how easily he reads me, how my body betrays me by reacting to his actions so obviously. I wish I’d known all the things that please or displeased me before, rather than letting Marius discover them for me, with me.
“How about this?”
I feel some pressure on my nipple, when my sensitive hearing picks up a sound.
Footsteps. Then someone opens the door, strolling in.
“Help!” I call. “He dragged me here. Please, help.”
Someone has to get me out of here, before I lose myself.
If it isn’t too late already.
The newcomer is silent for half a second. When he speaks, it’s not to me. “I figured you’d be here.”
The man’s voice is almost as low as Marius’s, and very casual. He’s completely ignoring me, unbothered by my cry for aid.
“Why were you looking?” Marius counters.
Just then, an overwhelming pressure pinches my nipple. I hiss between my lips. He’s attached something to my left tit!I grit my teeth to prevent myself from making a sound, but I can’t help squirming uncomfortable on the seat.
Indifferent to the person who’s right here while I’m naked, Marius proceeds to do the same to the other nipple.
“I didn’t tell anyone about the girl,” the other man says. “But I had her room searched while it was vacant. My team found hidden cameras on several pieces of her clothes, and a few in her room, too. Cheap pieces of crap, a good third were broken. But it’s fair to say she’s being watched.”
