Page 87 of Heartless Game

“What the actual fuck, Tovah?” he growled, pulling at his wrists. But try as he might, he couldn’t rip them off the headboard. The wooden slats would hold.

Relaxing slightly, I moved closer to him, tracing little circles over his bare abdomen near his hip bones. He shuddered beneath my touch.

“Here’s how the game goes, Isaac. I dosed you with Vice?—”

“You what?!” he roared.

“—and from what I’ve heard, it takes between twelve and eighteen hours to wear off. I’m not going to touch you, and I’m going to keep you tied up so you can’t touch yourself. That is, unless you answer my questions. If you answer all of them satisfactorily, I’ll uncuff you so you can handle your cock until its rubbed raw, for all I care.”

He glared at me, his eyes promising retribution. “Funny that the woman who was going to expose me for distributing Vice and Vixen ended up using it herself.”

“Yeah, well,” I tossed my hair. “Fight fire with fire.”

“I’m not going to give you anything,” he said. “I can deal with having a hard cock for a while. But can you handle seeing it so hard without getting your pretty mouth on it? Fuck!”

His cock pulsed at his words alone, staining his sweats with precum. Or maybe actual cum. I couldn’t tell at this point, and I wasn’t going to risk getting close and checking, as badly as I wanted to. Because he was right, he’d trained me well, or I’d imprinted on his cock or something, because I wanted it badly, in my mouth, thrusting between my breasts, or sliding between my thighs. I wanted it places I’d never had a cock before.

Unable to resist, and aware that there was no reason for me to have to, anyway, I slowly removed the dress I was wearing and dropped it on the floor, taking off my bra and panties until I was naked in front of him. Crawling up on the big armchair that faced the bed, I started plucking at my nipples, staring at Isaac’s straining, desperate body.

“Maybe you can deal with having a hard cock, but what about having a hard cock and not being able to use your little cumslut to work it off with?”

The words did their job. Isaac moaned, deep and almost frantic, writhing against the cuffs as he stared at me.

“Are you admitting you’re my little cumslut, Tovah?”

“I was,” I said. “But right now I’m going to be my own little cumslut.”

“Tweak those pretty nipples for me,” he ordered. “Get them hard, and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Hell yeah.Triumph, and his hot words, lit me up like a sparkler. I got to work tweaking my nipples, and the awareness of his attention on me made them stiffen quickly. I moaned, throwing my head back, my gaze on the ceiling as I made myself feel good.

But I had a job to do.

Lowering my head, I looked at him as I played with my breasts. “What illegal businesses are the Silvers involved in, beyond Vice and Vixen? Arms dealing? Human trafficking?”

“Fuck no,” Isaac growled. “My father might be a bastard, but he—we—would never traffic people.”

I hid my smile. I knew that the Silvers weren’t involved in human trafficking, but I needed evidence that Isaac would break and talk about his family. And by denying their involvement in trafficking people, he’d basically admitted that they were involved in arms dealing.

“Who supplies the Vice and Vixen to your family?” I asked.

But Isaac had clearly realized he’d given too much away, because he shut his mouth and shook his head, glaring at me.

“Isaac, baby,” I lowered my voice. “If you tell me, I’ll release you. It can be so simple. And doesn’t your cock need a little attention?”

“What my cock needs,” he enunciated slowly, “is to shove its way between your thighs and into that hot tight pussy that belongs to me. Or maybe into your tiny asshole. Have you ever tried anal, Tovah?”

I couldn’t stop the blush that spread across my face and chest.

He laughed, dark and dirty. “That’s what I thought. I’m glad I’ll be your first, when the time comes.”

“There are seventeen men who went missing from your father’s organization over the past ten years. Do you know what happened to them? What did your father do to them?”

“They left.”

“Left? Or were killed?”

“How the fuck do you expect me to know? I stay out of that side—damn it,” he swore, realizing a little too late that I’d caught him again.

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