Page 64 of Irreversible

Perfect.

“A little, huh?” I chuckle. “Okay then. He rubs his fingers through that wet place until she’s squirming, then he reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and twining it around his fingers, pulling until she’s arched backward as far as the ties on her wrists will allow. ‘You still haven’t answered me,’he whispers, then unleashes a series of slaps to her ass and thighs. Hard and fast.”

There’s no response from the girl next door. I almost wonder if I took it too far, butno,I feel her there, hanging on every word, hoping I’ll voice the unfulfilled desires she’s been harboring.

And oh, do I plan to.

Fuck, is it getting hotter in here?I shift my position, stretching my legs, but it does nothing to alleviate the painful tent in my pants.

“Still with me, Bee?”

“Don’t stop.” The urgency in her voice makes my dick even harder.

If we were anywhere but here, I’d have my face between her thighs, making her come over and over while she yanked on my hair and screamed, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Fuck.I blow out a breath and reel my imagination in. My capabilities are limited here. I need to stay in control.

“Isaac.” Three desperate knocks vibrate against my back. I smile to myself; she’s just as hot and bothered as I am.

“When tears begin to stream down Chloe’s pretty face and she cries, ‘Please Nick, please,’he knows what she’s really begging for.”

“More.” The answer comes without hesitation.

“That’s right.” I angle my face toward the girl behind the wall, careful not to allow whoever may be on the other side of the camera to see how much I’m enjoying myself. “There’s something Chloe needs to remember, though.”

“And that is?”

My tone goes to a hard, dark place. “Nick doesn’t take orders.”

“Whatdoeshe do?”

“He keeps going until her skin is fiery red, beautifully decorated with swollen handprints. And while she’s gasping and crying, her eyes hold this glassy, exhilarated look that betrays her. That’s how he knows she secretly loves it.”

A sound comes from the other side of the wall, accompanied by a softthunkthat hints of her head resting there,and I know I’ve hit the mark.

I keep going.

“Warning her not to move, he unties her arms and legs from the posts. She shudders at the sound of his belt zipping through the loops as he pulls it off.”

I swear I hear her whimper.

Fuck, I wish I could order her to take her panties off, spread her legs, and touch herself for me. But this isn’t the place for that, and I won’t ask her to.

“Please,”she begs.

God, the things I could do to this woman.

I imagine her, plastered to the barrier, her thighs pressed together, muscles clenching in a poor imitation of what she really needs. Right now, I could command her to take two fingers, push them inside her tight heat, then pull them out and bring them to her lips. Taste the evidence of what I’m doing to her. The image alone has me swallowing a groan.

Shit, how far are we going with this?

There are several reasons why it might be wise to quit before either of us takes it much further, but since I can’t currently find it in me to give a fuck, I continue. “Nick waits until she’s whimpering, then leans down and licks the path of tears from her chin to her cheek. ‘Be good,’ he warns her, reaching down to pinch a nipple, hard enough to make her squeal.” I toss the next move to Everly, curious whether I’m pushing things too far. “Can you do that, Everly?” I ask. “Can you be a good girl for me?”

I catch my slip—the blur between characters in a story, and what we’re really doing—but I don’t bother fixing it.

“I’ll be good,” she promises, not missing a beat.

“That’s my girl.” I reach down and adjust myself, trying to be covert about it. Maybe I overestimated how much I could take. If she keeps this up, I’ll be ripping this wall down with my bare hands, consequences be damned. “If she really pleases him, maybe she’ll earn herself a reward.”

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