Page 117 of Cruel Riches

“You won’t be unconscious.”

“Isn’t that what Roofies do?” I asked, blinking rapidly again. “Knock you out?”

“I didn’t Roofie you. I gave you some Eros.”

“What’s that?” I asked. There was a sudden itch inside me, getting worse by the second. It felt like something dead inside me had been set alight and was now crackling back to life.

“New party drug,” Nate told me. “It’s a mix of molly and bremelanotide.”

“What does it do?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. Part of me had already figured it out. I just wanted to hear him say it.

“Makes you super fucking horny,” he replied. “I gave you a triple dose, so you’re probably feeling it pretty bad. Am I right?”

The itch was getting even worse now, screaming out for relief as it consumed me with raging white-hot desire.

I tried to squirm to alleviate the aching in my core, but I couldn’t move because of the rope and spreader bar. It was agonizing.

“Stop it,” I said, closing my eyes and trying to focus. I wouldn’t let myself become a hostage to this drug. I couldn’t. “Let me throw up. Please.”

“Too late. It’s already in your bloodstream, so there’s only one way to stop yourself from feeling like this,” Nate said. “You know what it is. But I won’t give it to you unless you beg for it like the filthy little whore you are.”

I let out a low moan. I needed to scratch the itch. Needed that sweet release. My nipples were so stiff they could cut glass, and I felt myself dripping between my thighs, pulsing and empty. Desperate and greedy.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, trying to move my body again. “Please, Nate…”

“Please what? Please fuck you?”

I winced at the thought. “No. Untie my hands.”

He let out a cruel laugh. “So you can touch yourself? I don’t think so, slut.”

I tried to push myself forward on the smooth floorboards so I could reach a velvet-topped ottoman that sat near the end of the bed. If I could somehow get it between my legs, I could rub myself on it until the itch was gone; fill myself with the blissful relief I so desperately craved. It was humiliating, but I no longer cared about that. All I cared about was coming.

Nate kicked the ottoman away and put a hand on my back, holding me in place.

“Please!” I begged, shaking my head as I fell deeper and deeper under the drug’s sinful, lecherous spell.

“Just ask me to fuck you, and I will,” Nate said, moving back around to my front to stare down at me.

My face burned, like his gaze alone had bathed my skin in liquid fire. “No!”

Nate let out another dark laugh. “You brought this on yourself, you know,” he said. “You thought you could use sex as a weapon against me the other day. Bet you didn’t think I could do the same, did you?”

“Fuck you,” I hissed, breathing deeply as I attempted to fill any cracks in my willpower. If I waited long enough, the drug would wear off. It had to.

“Maybe I should bring my Skulls brothers over after I’m done with you,” Nate mused, rubbing his jaw. “You’ll probably be wet and horny enough to take all of them. You can probably even take three at once. One in your mouth, one in your pussy, and one in your ass. What do you think?”

My whole body shuddered. It sounded amazing.

No, no, no! I silently screamed in my mind. Terrible. Excruciating. Degrading. That was what it sounded like. Not amazing.

I was almost unable to control my thoughts any longer. The chemically-induced lust was running rampant through my system, incinerating any logical thought and shredding every last bit of decency.

I hated Nate. Hatedhim.

“Listen to yourself,” I said raggedly. “Don’t you see what this has done to you?”

He raised a brow. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

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