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He cut through that too.
My jeans took much longer to cut off. Far too afraid that the knife’s edge might actually cut me, I didn’t fight as he bared me.
He removed my shoes, tugged off my socks and threw those aside too, leaving me in nothing more than a pair of lacey white panties.
“These are so very pretty, but they’re going to need to come off too,” he said darkly, and a shiver of anxious arousal raced down my spine. Unable to look, I closed my eyes as I felt the metal blade scrape along my flesh and then he angled it beneath my panties.
The metallic whisper of the blade slicing through fabric filled the air. The soft, rhythmic sound resonated through me, causing my legs to tremble. With each cut, the fabric yielded to the blade, and I held my breath as he pulled the last shreds of my panties away from my body, baring me utterly and completely.
Walking past the bed, he pulled a chair from the table beside the window and placed it directly in front of me. He took a seat with the folder in his hands and leveled me with a firm glare, right before he glanced between my legs, looking straight at my pussy.
“I’m going to read through this folder now, little girl. You’re going to wait there while I do, and when I’m finished, I’ll tell you how you’re going to be punished,” he murmured.
A quiet cry echoed throughout the room, and I slowly realized that it was me.
Time seemed to slow as he stared at my naked body while I lay there before him. Under his intense scrutiny, my nipples pebbled, and my thighs tensed, trying to come together, but the cuffs kept them spread wide apart.
As Liam’s penetrating gaze lingered upon me, a mix of emotions unfolded within me. Shame and embarrassment crept in, along with creeping vines of desire intertwining with my every thought. I broke eye contact for just a moment and turned away, yet I could still feel the weight of his stare roaming over every inch of my skin.
Did he still like what he saw?
He dropped his gaze and opened the folder. I should have felt relief, but my skin prickled with heat instead. Sweat beaded at the edges of my brow and a single droplet rolled down the side of my face. I pulled at the restraints, twisting and turning my wrists to see if I could unbuckle them, but I managed nothing.
He remained silent as I fought as hard as I could. The cuffs didn’t even loosen the slightest bit and I growled in frustration.
There was no escape for me.
“Fight harder, little girl,” he ordered, not even bothering to look up from my paperwork.
“Let me go,” I demanded, and he shook his head.
“Not yet, little girl,” he replied.
Yanking my wrist hard, I put everything I had into fighting those restraints, but as the seconds ticked by, it slowly dawned on me that I wasn’t getting out of this.
My freedom would only come when Liam decided to let me have it.
Eventually, I stopped fighting.
Time stretched from seconds to minutes as he scanned through my dossier. He said nothing until he finished going through it, shutting it with an audible snap.
“You’ve been quite the busy girl,” he murmured.
“I…” I began, but he shook his head, and I stopped speaking.
“Have you turned any of this over to your FBI point of contact?” he asked, and I shook my head.
“No,” I replied, my voice nothing more than a whisper. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him that I had decided not to turn in anything at all, but the words died at the back of my throat unsaid.
“What’s his name,” he pressed.
“Anthony Richardson,” I said, slumping against the bed. “Please. I wasn’t going to turn it in. I swear.”
“You will remain silent as I make a call. Can you do that for me, or do I need to shove what’s left of your soaked panties in your mouth?”
“I can do that,” I whispered, licking my lips as my thighs tensed once again.
I’d known I was wet, but I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. Now, it was all I could think about. Each droplet that rolled down my inner thigh was as startling as a sudden summer rain. My thigh quivered a little as he sat back and gazed directly at my pussy.
