Page 44 of Little Puppet

She shakes her head, watching as I slide my fingers lower, dancing them over the mound of flesh over where the clamp sits.

“I did. They brought me back to you. Back to hell,” she answers, but even as she tries to offend me, her breathing is hitched, and her pupils are blown wide.

“Why do you fight it?” I ask her, growing infuriated as she denies what’s right in front of her, what she feels.

“Fight what?” she asks, choking on air as I rim my finger around her exposed, sopping entrance—never entering, only toying.

“What you so clearly feel.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she whines before biting it back.

I roll my eyes, pinching her clit between two fingers, stiff and firm. “Stop lying to yourself and stop lying to me. Your pupils are the size of saucers, your nipples are hard as stone, and your cunt is dripping and soaking my sheets. You want me. You want to fuck a murderer. Onethat strings his victims up like puppets, even after expiration. You are as deranged as I am, darling. Stop denying it.”

She shudders, unable to contain it, and I smile.

A satisfying smirk of power.

She’s the only one who’s affected me this way, and it makes me positively fucking mad.

“And what about you?” she asks, and I let her clit go.

“Me? We’re talking about you, puppet.”

She lifts her head, her beautiful hazel eyes boring a hole through me. It makes me feel vulnerable, and I try my damndest to swat the feeling away.

“You didn’t kill me on schedule. Those detectives were surprised when I told them where to find you. At first, I thought they were surprised that a local doctor would do the things you’ve done. Now that I’mhome,I realize their surprise was because they couldn’t fathom that you haven’t killed me yet. Why would that be, you fucking psychopath?”

I lick my lips, dropping over her and leaning against my hand, which drapes over her stomach. Pressing my face in close, I drop my tone an octave. “Don’t forget your place, puppet.”

“How can I? I’m hanging from the fucking ceiling,” she counters.

“Does it bother you? That you haven’t killed me? That you want to keep me? It does, doesn’t it? You’ve got this entire town in check. Everyone is in the palm of yourhand, doing exactly as you command. But I was unexpected. Now, what are you going to do?”

She’s stumped me, and it pisses me off. I’m flustered and panting, leaning closer to her lips as she lifts her lip and snarls at me.

“We’re both fucked up,” she says, dropping her head back onto her pillow.

I adjust my cock beneath my jeans as I slide off the bed and pad over to my dresser. The first drawer has all kinds of fun devices. I look back at her clamped pussy, licking my lips as I choose wisely.

Grabbing a vibrator that will sit inside her and blow her fucking mind as it sucks her clit at the same time, I shut the drawer behind me.

“I thought I was in trouble,” she muses, her voice cutting through my fraying nerves.

“You are, puppet. You’re in so much fucking trouble.”

“Then why are you going to give me pleasure?”

I get back on the bed, insert the toy inside of her, situating the sucker over her clit as I palm the remote in my other hand.

I waggle it in the air so she can see it. “There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure. One that if you skirt too close, pleasure becomes torture. You’re going to learn about that line today.”

“Cain,” she warns, but she can’t hide the thrum of excitement and lust in her tone.

“I’ll let you enjoy this first one, puppet.” I click thevibrator to life, slowly moving through the speeds to get her acclimated.

Laying next to her on my side, I watch her writhe.

“It’s too much, Cain,” she whimpers, facing me.

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