Page 23 of Blue Velvet

I’m panting breathlessly now, but I don’t know if it’s from fear or anticipation. Or both.

He’s standing next to the stretching bank, calmly observing me as I struggle to get as comfortable as possible. I notice that his eyes linger on my chest, and it fills me with satisfaction.

I turn my head to him, scanning his buff physique until my eyes stray to and linger on his crotch. He’s hard, it’s clearly visible, but with me strapped on the stretching bank like this, there’s no way for him to fuck me. I wonder what he’s planning to do.

Is he going to hurt me?

“You look scared,” he comments, stepping closer and leaning over me so that his face is close to mine. His short hair is ruffled and unkempt, giving him a boyish look. The small dimple that appears on his cheek when he casts me a dark smile warms my heart in a bewildering way.

“I am scared,” I whisper, fixating on his black eyes. It’s not a lie. I’m not sure what to believe, and every time I allow myself to believe his words, my heart almost bursts out of my chest.

“Maybe you should be, pretty toy.”

His voice is so low that his words are barely audible, but they are spoken with such fervor that they make my flesh crawl.

I jerk up in my restraints when he touches me. His hand outlines the round contours of my breasts, before he cups the left one with a hearty squeeze. I mewl in sweet agony.

“These are very pretty,” he praises. “Good job.”

“Thank you,” I reply, blushing involuntarily.

I gasp in surprise when he takes each of my nipples between two fingers and pinches, hard. The pain leaves a warm throbbing afterward, and I’m coiling in protest when he moves over to the other side to repeat the same motion. This time he squeezes even harder and I can’t help but yelp in pain.

“I like that you’re so sensitive,” he says. “So many things I could do to you...”

My heart is racing when he turns away from me. I watch in suspense as he makes his way over to the glass cabinet. His movements are slow and precise, in clear contrast to my inner turmoil. He opens the cabinet and pauses for a moment, very aware that I’m watching him.

“Close your eyes,” he says, without turning around to face me. “If I catch you looking at me, you’re in bigger trouble than you can even imagine.”

I swallow hard before obeying his command, turning my head to face the ceiling above me, inhaling a deep breath before closing my eyes.

I hear him rummaging, metal clinging against glass, chains, and muffled sounds of something else. It’s now that panic takes over for the first time. I’m completely at his mercy, and I don’t even know for sure who he is. What if he really is a kidnapper, a felon? What if this torture chamber is not for mere sexual pleasure but to actually torture me?

What if he’s planning to gut me, or kill me?

I’m close to sobbing by the time he approaches the stretching bench. He places a few items next to my leg on the wooden plate. It takes all my strength to keep my eyes closed. I don’t even open them when I feel his lips on mine again. Soft mewls accompany our kiss as I give in to him, eagerly parting my lips so my tongue can dance with his. I moan when he places his hand on my lower belly. He caresses my skin, moving his fingers in circles as he inches down to my center. My legs are partly spread because of the restraints, allowing for easy access as he parts my lips and slides a finger between them, gliding through my wetness.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers. “Already dripping. Do you like having your nipples played with this much?”

Heat rushes to my face, and for a change, I’m glad to have my eyes closed, so I don’t have to face his triumphant smile. My nipples have always been one of my most erogenous zones, and I love being teased there. However, I’m not sure how much pain I can handle.

“Open your eyes,” he orders.

I oblige, and am met with his gorgeous face hovering directly above mine, while his hand is still playing with my slick core.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I plead. “Please don’t cut me, or-”

“Hush,” he hisses, placing his other index finger on my lips.

“You’re mine,” he reminds me. “I’ll do with you whatever pleases me.”

I whimper in fear, unable to stop the first tears from blurring my vision.

“And you know what? I’m going to make you come,” he promises in a hoarse whisper. “A lot.”

Really?That’shis threat?

“And you’ll thank me for every single orgasm I allow you to have,” he adds. “Do you understand, toy?”

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