Page 62 of Bully

“And yet you want me to hurt you, don’t you?”

Pausing before he answered, I knew he gave me his truth. “I expect you to.”

“Interesting.” I hummed, reaching behind me to tug the zipper of my dress down and shimmy out of it, letting it pool onto the floor. “I’m not a sadist, but I am into degradation from time to time.”

“Oh, joy.” He joked and then went silent when I went to the side of the room and took out a couple of different tools he couldn’t see. Wearing only a matching black set of lingerie left me feeling bold and empowered as I picked my weapons against Tamen.

This was my element.

“We’re going to play a game.” I sang, letting the click of my heels echo around the sound proof room as I circled him. “Questions.” I announced, glancing at him as I passed his face again. “If you answer all of my questions, I’ll reward you with pleasure.” I faced him head on and brought the satchel of clamps out from behind my back. “If you refuse, or lie, you’ll receive a punishment.”

His blue eyes dropped to the bag in my hand as I waited for his consent. “I hate this game already.”

“Afraid of a little pain?” I mocked him with a smirk, and he scoffed.

“Afraid of what questions you’ll ask is more like it. I get hard on pain.”

“Good.” I hummed, calling his bluff as I lifted a small metal clamp up in front of his face. “Because these are going on your balls each time you refuse or lie. Let’s get started.”

“Evil.” He replied, but he didn’t tell me no, and we both knew I’d respect his decision if he did.

“Let’s begin.” I walked back around behind him and slipped a black blind fold on over his head, blocking out his sight so he couldn’t study me like he usually did. When he was blind and restrained for me, I started. “How many people have you killed?”

He snorted, and I fought the urge to attach a clamp to his ass cheek just for the fun of it. “Hundreds, Rainbow. I don’t keep count.”

I mulled that over, imagining him killing that many people. The longer I imagined it, the longer Tamen’s face morphed into a sinister villain from a movie, splattered with red and smiling a grotesque evil sneer.

Not my Tamen.

“How many people have you spared?” I asked.

Instantly he replied, “None.”

I picked a clamp from the bag and attached it without a noise, making him buck and hiss from the pain it caused his sensitive groin. “Fucking hell, woman!”

“I don’t believe you, and I told you what would happen if you were dishonest with me.”

“Fuck!” He gasped, before taking a few deep breaths while I admired the tenseness in the long muscles along his back. “You have no proof I wasn’t honest.”

“It doesn’t matter; this is my game, remember?” I walked around to the front of his body on the other side of the cross, loving the way he cocked his head to track my steps with his ears. “Next question. How old were you the first time you killed?”

He sighed, but answered. “The moment I was born.”

I paused, running that scenario through my head as sadness for the little baby Tamen used to be, filled my heart. “Your mother died in childbirth?”

“So, they say.” He replied. “My father always said she saw how evil I was when I came out and her heart broke from the regret of having me.”

“Tamen.” I whispered, but stopped when he bucked against the chains.

“Ask something else. Something not about my childhood.”

“How did you get into this life?”

He groaned, “That’s my childhood, Rainbow!”

“You don’t make the rules, asshole!” I called back, reaching around the cross and attaching another clamp to his tight sack, making him cry out again in surprise. “Answer me.”

“I’ve already gotten the clamp, woman. Why would I still answer it?” He snapped angrily.

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