Page 53 of The Devil Within

Antiseptic wipe? What the hell?

The cold wet wipe runs along the underside of my cock. It’s freezing. I immediately jerk and try to release my hands, but I’m tied tightly.Fuck!

“Liv,” I groan, the cotton mouth making it painful to try to talk. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on, masked stalker…” her words are filled with venom and sass. I’m desperate to get out of this fucking chair and teach her a lesson, but my mind and body are still weak from whatever the fuck she drugged me with. “Is that I am going to ask some questions and if you answer truthfully, like a good boy, your cock stays free of holes.”

My eyesight is sharpening, allowing me to focus in on the extremely sharp and very long needle she’s currently holding in her hand. Next to her on a stainless steel tray, laid across a pale blue medical sheet, are her piercing tools and several barbell style pieces of jewelry. My chest constricts tightly as I piece together exactly what she’s talking about. There’s no fucking way I’m letting her near me with that shit.

“Liv, Flower, my love.” I try to sound calm despite the raging terror rushing through me. I wiggle my wrists as I desperately attempt to loosen the bonds holding me to the chair I’m sitting on. “Let’s talk about this, baby.”

She pauses her fastidious cleaning of her torture tools and turns to face me. Her head cocks to the side as she assesses me. Maybe I’m getting through to her.

“Like how you talked to me about the situation while you were stalking me and fisting me in a dirty alleyway while wearing a mask?” Her tone is sweet but her words aren’t.

Fuck. I’m really in trouble here.

“Let me explain, please,” I beg her. I’m starting to sweat profusely, the slick perspiration allowing my wrists to slip within the binds slightly, but not enough to get loose.

“The only explaining you’ll be doing is telling me exactly where you are holding Celeste.” She returns her focus back to cleaning and prepping her tools while she speaks. “And be careful with your answer, you only get one shot at this. Lie to me, or dick me around, and your dick will be getting bedazzled.”

I growl at her bratty behavior. I know I’ve fucked up here, but this is unreasonable. If she would just let me explain the situation, I know she’d understand.

“Celeste is safe and happy at my home.”

She lets out a deep sigh before picking her needle back up. “Wrong answer, Luke.”

She brings her free hand to my cock, moving toward the base just a few inches above the sack. She uses her thumb and forefinger to pull my skin taught. Leaning in, she lines up the sharp and thick metal with the skin she has pulled tightly between her fingers.

“Stop! Liv, wait!” I shout at her, squirming wildly against my binds. It’s no use; I’m tied down far too tightly.

“Too late,” she purrs before sticking the needle straight through my skin.

A sharp sting pierces my skin, it’s so fucking painful. I groan in agony, the sound reverberating off the walls and windows of my townhouse. While I howl and kick, she moves back to her tray, retrieving one of the barbells and bringing it to my throbbing cock.

“I looked through this entire place while you were passed out. I scoured top to bottom,” she talks as she removes the needle swiftly and replaces it with the piercing. She grabs another antiseptic wipe, tearing it open and bringing the cool damp cloth to my aching skin. “She’s not here.”

“Not here,” I grit out between clenched teeth as I slump forward. “At my other house. It’s outside of town in the secluded woods.”

“Ah see, now we’re getting somewhere.”

The feeling of her soft lips lovingly kissing the crown of my cock causes me to moan. I really can’t handle the waring chaos of pain and pleasure that she’s wringing from my body. Her tongue laps at the slit making my cock twitch with need.

“Why did you kidnap her?” she asks, her hands resting on her thighs and her emerald eyes boring a hole into me with her heated stare.

“I saved her fr—”

Liv interrupts me before I can finish and grabs the now-cleaned needle from the tray next to her. “Nope, no more bullshit,” she states without room to argue as she once again brings the pointed steel to the underside of my cock. “About an inch between, don’t you think?”

My pleas of mercy are drowned out as metal meets flesh. I scream a defining cry of red hot agony from my lungs as she pierces me for a second time.

Why the fuck does anyone willingly put themselves through this?

“Liv,” I huff on a sigh as I attempt to regain my composure. My hands are now so slick with sweat that they’re able to slip slightly from my binds, but I don’t want her to notice so I try to keep my arms as still as possible. “You need to listen to me. Celeste is fine. She’s waiting for us.”

Her eyes narrow to slits as she tries to determine if she should trust me. Of course she shouldn’t. I’d do anything to possess her. That’s the thing about an obsession—you can’t stop, won’t stop, obsessing until you have whatever you’re after. And I’m the type of man who gets what I want, even if that means getting my hands a little dirty and my knees a little bloody … or in this case,my cock a little bloody.

She carefully places the barbell in her newly created holes. The stainless steel is black as onyx and cool to the touch. The feeling and look of her choice in jewelry perfection. If this weren’t a hostage situation, I’d praise her for knowing me well enough to know what I’d like.

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