Page 11 of Crave Me

“Fuck!” I roared, my voice rough and cracking.

I bucked as something was pushed inside my ass.

I realized what all too quickly as a blistering freezer burn sensation tore through my sensitive walls. An ice cube from the sink.

Another was pushed inside and another.

Instinctively, I moved to rub my cock along the ground in a desperate move to counter it.

But then a hand wrapped around my shaft, squeezing brutally hard and making me jolt.

“Such a pain slut,” a voice growled at my ear.

I felt a hard flick to my crown.

Another and another.

Over and over again.

The other hands holding me down prevented me from moving away, making me take it.

It stopped suddenly.

And then that hand was back, fisting my shaft. “Thickening.”

The hand remained as fingers probed my ass, pushing roughly at the ice cubes burning me from the inside out.

“Thickening and thickening,” the voice sounded in my ear. At a grunt from me, it taunted, “What’s the matter? Don’t want to come by the hand of your tormentor?”

The hand started fisting my cock wildly then and I shuddered all over as it wrenched pleasure out of me, colliding with the pain and the degradation in one hell of a mind-fuck.

Right when I was on the verge, it released my cock.

A nasty laugh rang out. “Aww, my bad. Were you close?”

The hands released me and I collapsed onto my stomach.

And then I was wrenched onto my back, boots stepping on my hands and feet, basically immobilizing me to the ground.

I blinked hard and looked out to see somebody crouching down beside my head.

Salt-and-pepper hair that was spiked with a lot of product and empty gray eyes—like Jett. The resemblance was undeniable. This fucker was in his forties at least, clad in a pair of gray dress pants with a matching waistcoat over a white shirt that was rolled up to his elbows. He was bigger than Jett, maybe an additional fifty pounds of muscle. Judging by the veins all over the place, he was roided up beyond belief.

“Elijah,” I choked.

“In the flesh,” he said, grinning nastily.

He reached out and stroked my hair.

I moved to jerk away, but one of his guys grabbed my face, forcing me to remain still and endure it.

“Hmm, you’re such a pain slut that I can’t use conventional means to extract information from you. Consider yourself special. What you’ll endure here is tailor-made just for you.”

“Conventional means?” I rasped.

“You don’t remember. You weren’t meant to, boy. That’s on account of the drugs you’ve had pumped into your system for the last couple of days. That’s over now, so you will soon. For now, I’ll give you a little reminder. You didn’t respond normally to my shock baton, nor to the beatings. In fact, you were laughing through all of it. Don’t worry, though, we’ll get there via other methods.”

“Get where?”

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