Page 18 of Unhinged

My brow furrows. “Everyone masturbates.”

“Not me.” He licks his lips. “Do you masturbate, Alice?”

His voice is so serious you’d think we were discussing something mundane like the weather. Heat floods my cheeks, and I know I must be the color of a tomato. “I won’t answer that.”

He grabs my wrist and yanks me toward him. “Answer me.” The lethal edge to his voice steals all the oxygen in the air.

“Yes,” I murmur.

“Show me.”

I freeze in shock. “W-What?”

“Show me how you do it.” He nods to the bed. “Lie down and show me.”

“No.”

His brow furrows, and he looks irritated. “I don’t like that word, little bird.Nois a word that people don’t say to me. Do you know why?” He grabs my throat, squeezing in a warning. “Because when I’m angry, I’m unstoppable.” He releases my throat. “Do as you’re told.”

I feel self-conscious as I force my legs to move toward the bed, lying down before him.

And then I open my legs, sheer humiliation taking hold, as his eyes fix on my soaking wet pussy. The evidence of what this man does to me is as clear as day.

“Wet. So wet.” His eyes flash. “Touch yourself.”

I move my hand between my thighs and rub my clit, my back arching despite myself. The need I feel is unlike anything I’ve felt in a long time. It’s desperate, and soon enough, I forget Taren’s watching me like a hungry predator.

And all I can think about is him pinning me down to the bed and taking me against my will. The idea sends me higher, my nipples turning so hard they hurt. I plunge three fingers inside myself to quench the ache and finger fuck my pussy like a slut desperate for cock. And I imagine it’s his cock, tearing me apart.

“Beautiful,” he muses, drawing my attention back to him. “What’s the part of you that responds to my touch but isn’t touched itself? A place that hardens with desire yet remains unseen?”

I can hardly think, let alone respond to his riddles.

He watches me with the intensity of a predator, his gaze roaming over me as I lay bare before him. It feels like an eternity of silence follows before he speaks, “You’re using it right now. I wonder what pretty, perverse images flash through that mind of yours. Tell me.”

My lips fall open. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he growls. “I want a detailed description of the fantasy flashing behind your eyelids when you shut them.”

What the hell does it matter now?

I don’t see any way out of this, so I push my pride aside. This man doesn’t know me, and if I make it out alive, I’ll never see him again. “I imagine you pinning me down and slamming your cock inside me while I screamno.”

He recoils at that, eyes narrowing. “What darkness lives inside my pretty little bird?”

“I imagine you tearing me apart roughly while I tell you to stop, and all the while, I love every second.”

He groans, squeezing his cock through his towel. “Naughty little Alice. You’ve got a dirty mind for such an innocent-looking bird.”

I’m emboldened by his response. “I imagine you fucking my ass while I tell you to stop, too. I imagine you using every one of my holes.” My hips rise off the bed as I get so close to shattering I know I won’t last much longer.

“Good,” he says roughly. His voice has lost the careful control he had before. “I want you to come for me. Let me see you.”

I slam my fingers in one last time, and that’s enough. Stars dance behind my shut eyelids, and a gush of liquid squirts onto the bed.

“Fuck,” he grunts, and I look up to see his towel is gone, and he’s squeezing the base of his cock, but not stroking. “I bet you’d look so pretty with every hole gaping from my cock and cum dripping out of them. Such a pretty little bird, full of cum.” And then he comes, shooting a thick rope onto the floor.

I moan, realizing at that moment how perverse this is. However, I’ve been drawn to the perverse for a while. And days stuck in a jail cell have brought that darkness to the forefront of my mind. There’s something about this man that I can’t seem to resist.

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