Page 66 of Beautiful Beast

“Then just tell me where Nadia is.”

“No!”

“Ok, then.”

My body goes wild once more as another orgasm hits me. It’s just as intense as the last one. My inner walls clench down on nothing. I need something to touch me. I need Erik’s touch, not this stupid toy.

Somehow, he’s giving me pleasure, but I feel completely alone in this room. Tears prick at my eyes, but I hold them back. I won’t give Erik the satisfaction of watching me cry.

He’s relentless with my body.

The moment my second orgasm is done, he presses down harder with the vibrator, and within minutes, another orgasm washes over me.

“Stop,” I beg, my body fully spent. My hips barely move anymore. All I can think about is the sensation in my core. I’m both full and empty.

“Not until you tell me where Nadia is.”

“No.” This time, though, my response is weaker. I’m quickly losing energy. I never would’ve thought three orgasms in a short amount of time would hurt, but Erik has just proven to me anything can be torture.

He’s the master of it, after all.

“I can keep doing this all night. Can you?”

I’m not sure I can. It’s the first time I think this. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out for Nadia, but the thought of giving up my sister is soul crushing.

Finally, tears escape my eyes and run down my face. I sob and moan as Erik continues to hold the vibrator to my body.

“Please.”

“You’re in charge of this, Anya. If you just tell me what I want to know, I’ll stop.”

“No,” I whimper.

“Then I’m not going to stop.”

“You could. You could be on my side. You could help my sister.”

“I could. But I’m not the kind of selfless man you want me to be. I’ll never be that way.”

I meet his eyes and stare back even through my tears. “Look at me, Erik. Look at what you’re doing to me.”

His eyes soften. “I am looking at you, Anya. But you’re too stubborn to stop.” He puts the vibrator to the next setting (How many settings does this thing have?) and rests it on my clit.

My body reacts on instinct, and another orgasms runs through me. It’s not any less intense than the others, though my body is too weak to respond much.

I don’t have anything more inside me as I slump onto the bed. I don’t have any more fight left within me.

Erik turns the vibrator off. “Do you want to tell me now?”

“I can’t,” I sob. “I can’t give my sister up.”

“This will only hurt more. Just tell me, Anya.”

“If it were your sister, would you do it?”

“I don’t have any.”

“Fine. If there was someone you loved, would you just give them up to people who want to hurt them?”

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