Page 41 of Captured Onyx

"Trust me." His voice is just a hoarse whisper, teasing, just like his non-touch.

Just as I wonder why he'd repeat those words right now, he bends down, bringing his hand between my legs at the same time that I can feel the rope along my backside.

"What are y-"

"Hush."

He grabs the rope coming from the front, right below my exposed core.

I can't stop myself from gasping in surprise when he brings the rope back up, tightening it right between my pussy lips.

He comes back to the front, never letting go of the rope. He holds it in a tight grip, applying pressure to my most sensitive spot, and I react to it like any person would: by closing my legs.

"No!"

His harsh command is accompanied by a savage slap against my inner thigh, forcing my legs to spread open for him.

"Move again and you'll regret it," he warns, adding a little venom to his words.

I grimace when the rope cuts into my flesh like a sharp bite. His eyes are on me, holding me in a sinister grip just like the rope does, but at least I can avert myself from their intrusion. I lower my head and shield my eyes away from him in shame.

He's not bothered by it, but just continues his elaborate tie by fastening the rope around the knots at my wrist. Even without looking I can tell that he doesn't secure the knot just yet, giving room for hope to rise within my chest.

"You like this, don't you?"

I shake my head, still not looking at him.

A fiery kiss on my thigh causes me to shriek out in pain. He slaps me again, on the exact same spot, inflicting even more pain than before.

"Look at me!"

I grimace, bowing my head even lower as I refuse to obey him.

"Eyes up, Onyx." His voice is calm and collected, but there's a fury underlining every syllable that makes my heart race in fear. "Now!"

Another assault hits the soft flesh on my thigh, and this time the agony is so blinding that it causes me to comply instantly. My eyes shoot up, firing reproach at him while I press my lips together to prevent myself from voicing an insult that will get me punished even further.

"Don't you ever lie to me, Onyx," he hisses, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm not lying," I insist. "I don't like this. Why would I?"

The expression on his face darkens, filling me with worry. I tense up, preparing for another attack against my vulnerable skin. I know he's right. I am lying. I can feel the betrayal all over my body, but especially in one place.

My core is throbbing with a need I have never felt before.

It's purely physical, I'm sure. It's a natural reaction to friction. It doesn't mean anything.

And it sure as hell can't mean that I like this. It just can't.

“You know there’s an easy way to find out.”

An impish smirk appears on his face when his hand slowly trails down the side of my body, outlining the curve of my hips before he reaches my upper thigh.

"That doesn't mean anything," I try to protest.

He throws me a condescending look.

"Keep telling that to yourself if it makes you feel better, little girl," he chides. "Shall we see if your body betrays you?"

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