Page 64 of Beautiful Beast

When I don’t reply, he leans over me, resting his hands on either side of my body. So close to touching me. So close to giving me pain.

Or pleasure.

“Or maybe you really do want me to spank you again. Did you enjoy it last time, Anya? I know I did.”

“I hate you.”

“Then this makes it easier. Open your legs.”

I could resist him for hours, but I’m not sure how much time Nadia has. Maybe if I can survive Erik’s torture session, I can figure out a way to get her out of the house without him knowing.

Slowly, I open my legs for him.

“That’s much better.” He stands back up and places his hands on both of my knees, staring at my body. “My, you have a prettypussy. I know how it felt to touch your clit. How it felt to give you pleasure. You loved it. Now, I get to torture your pretty pussy.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

He doesn’t say a word as he walks into the closet. He comes out a moment later with a small box. I don’t even want to know what’s inside. A knife to cut me? A spear to stab me?

Erik opens the box and pulls out a …

Vibrator.

I frown and push myself up on my elbows. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes. What did you think was going to be in here?”

“I thought a torture device. You made it sound like you were going to cut me into tiny pieces.”

“I have no desire to harm you, Anya. I think I’ve made myself clear in that regard. But this”—he holds up the vibrator— “can be used for torture. I’m going to show you so much pleasure, you’re going to lose your mind. And when I’m done with you, you’ll be so spent you’ll give up the location of your sister. And we can call it a day.”

“I’m not afraid of a vibrator.”

“Oh? Have you used one before?”

When I hesitate, Erik’s smile deepens. “You don’t know the full extent of its power. Trust me, Anya. You’ll be begging for me to stop soon enough. Not all torture has to be painful. Now, you’re going to lie there and take it.”

I settle onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. How bad can this be? I can handle a lot. I’ve handled my dad beating me for years. This will be nothing.

When Erik turns it on, the loud sound makes me jump. Ok, so maybe I’m more afraid than I want to admit.

He presses it to my inner thigh. I gasp and try to move away, but he grabs my waist. “Don’t make me get the rope. I will tie you up if I have to.”

“But it tickles.”

“It tickles, huh? Let’s see what else it can do.” He glides the vibrator across my thigh to the inner crease of my hip and over my stomach to my other thigh. The sensation has me sucking in my stomach.

“It tickles too much,” I whisper.

“Tickling is a form of torture, isn’t it?”

“You would know.”

“Alas, I haven’t tickled anyone to death. Shall we see if you’ll be the first today?” He continues to move it back and forth, from one thigh to the other, completely avoiding the space between my legs.

The longer he does it, the more breathless I become, and I begin to squirm.

Erik immediately turns the vibrator off. The sudden silence shocks me. “I’m going to tie you up. You can’t hold still.”

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