Page 25 of Violent Delights

Heat rushes up to my face, and I close my eyes, as if that could make any of this go away. Of course, I’m wet as hell after all this teasing. Isn’t this my body’s way of protecting me? I’ve heard that rape victims do get wet as the deed is happening because our body creates fluids no matter what. It’s a mechanism of protection.

But he hasn’t done anything. He’s barely touching me, especially not there, and he has not been inside me. Yet.

A slick sound confirms my body’s betrayal when he finally slips a finger inside my channel. I moan, still in denial that this feels good. It can’t feel good. He’s evil. This whole situation is fucked up.

He moves slowly, testing, waiting for my reaction. A hum of approval vibrates through the air when he sees me arching my back and moving my hips closer to him.

I give up. This is insane, it’s sick, and it’s scary. But if I have to endure it, I might as well make it as easy as possible on myself.

So what if my safe space is right here? In this room. With him.

“Good girl,” he coos, sending another spark of pleasure through my body. “Very good girl. Just stay like this and let go.”

There’s no protest. Even my mind has surrendered to my horny body. I don’t even care that I let out another moan when he leans forward and I can feel his tongue circling around my wet clit. The sensation is electric, better than any man has ever made me feel. He’s so gentle, so careful.

Too careful.

I want more, and I can’t keep myself from verbalizing that wish.

“More,” I breathe, thankful that I cannot see him right now. I would hate to see his condescending smile as he realizes my defeat.

He closes his mouth around my clit, alternating between sucking on it and drawing circles around it with his skilled tongue, while he adds another finger to spread me wider. A little bend of those fingers is all it takes for me to feel the first harbinger of an impending climax.

Why am I even surprised? He said he was going to make me come, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.