Page 17 of Blue Velvet

“For your clients?”

I nod. “And myself.”

He sighs, placing a finger below my chin and tilting my face up to his. Our eyes lock onto each other, and again, there are moments of silence, moments that turn into seconds, seconds that feel like minutes.

“Am I doing something wrong?” I dare to ask, while he’s still holding my face in place.

He shakes his head.

“Are you not afraid of me?” he wants to know. “I sedated you. I took you to a remote house God knows where, I tied you up and left you alone in the dark - and you just silently sit there and endure it all? Not to mention, you reach for my cock any chance you can get.”

He pauses, continuing to observe me as if I was some kind of weird research project.

“That just doesn’t seem right.”

I swallow hard.

“What are you going to do to me?”

A dark smile appears on his face. Finally, it seems I’ve asked the right question.

But then he says something that I can’t let go, not like that.

“I’m going to break you,” he says. “I’m going to tear you to pieces, break any defiance, tear down any walls, and rob you of any free will. I’ll do unspeakable things to you, until you’re completely and utterly mine.”

My pulse is racing and I feel as if a clamp is closing around my throat, choking me with a overwhelming sense of fear. He’s actually scaring me with his words, and if it wasn’t for the contract laid out between us, I’d be terrified to no end.

But then it hits me.

That’s exactly what he wants. That’s what he’s paying me for. I should forget about the contract for a while. I should act as if all of this was real, as if my life truly was in danger, as if I had no idea what to expect, as if I had to fear the worst from him.

And it works. As soon as I let myself believe all those things, my breathing changes. I’m panting, and it only gets worse when he moves his hand toward my throat and actually starts choking me.

“That’s right,” he hisses, his black eyes flickering as triumph sets him on fire. “When I’m done with you, my toy, you won’t be able to do anything on your own, you’ll depend on me for every step you take, but most of all...”

He pauses, relishing the moan that escapes my lips when he reaches between my legs to find my wet, hot, and throbbing core. I know I’m wet as fuck, and it happened within seconds after his threats started to get to me. That’s just who I am. I’m fucked-up. Being terrified turns me on, pain turns me on, being at a man’s mercy turns me on.

“Most of all,” he continues, drawing circles around my wet clit. “Each and every single one of your orgasms will be mine.”

I gasp when he parts my lips and forcefully shoves a finger inside of me, first one, then two. I instinctively start grinding on his skillful fingers, but he keeps me in place.

“You don’t get to decide,” he repeats. “You arenotin control.”

I whimper, closing my eyes as a blend of agony and pleasure travels through my body, taking over every single part of me, my core, my limbs, my mind. His hand is still wrapped around my neck, choking me ever so slightly, but not enough to cut off my air. He fucks me with two fingers, and I nearly lose it when he uses his thumb to massage my clit.

“You like this, don’t you?” he hisses, moving closer, his face now so close to mine that I can feel his hot breath on my skin.

I want to reach up, I want to touch him. I yearn for his impeccable body and his undoubtedly massive cock. But I keep my hands in place, just like a good girl should. This is what he wants, and for once, I actually know what to do and what not to do.

“You have no fucking idea.” His deep voice cuts into my dazed thoughts with a daunting echo. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but whatever fucked-up things you’ve done so far, you can rest assured, it won’t live up to this.”

I groan in response, too aroused to make sense of his words. He’s playing me like an instrument. My climax is imminent and the only thing I can worry about right now is whether I’m allowed to come or not.

“You think this is a game, don’t you?” he piles on. “You think I’m joking. You think I’m going to let you go once I’ve fucked you senseless.”

I pant, trying to hold back the first waves of my orgasm, as I feel them approaching in violent crescendos. But he’s making it impossible. He adds another finger, stretching me so much it’s almost painful, while he continues to play my swollen nub.

I’m not easily scared. Not really.

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