Page 51 of Lost Soul

“No,” she whispers, head shaking nervously. Her eyes tearing through to my cold, heartless soul and seriously fucking with my head.

“Here?” I slide the steel between her tits, all the way down to her cute as fuck bellybutton. Again, she shakes her head, painfully slowly.

“How about there?” I drop my eyes down to the perfect little v between her legs. I want to touch it, claim it, and ruin it for any fucker she deemed good enough to give it to.

She wets her lips with her tongue then shakes her head again. I press the knife tip against the bumpy lace of her panties, flush with her center, knowing that with the stuffy temperature in the room the cool bite of the blade will travel right up through her body. Maddy lets out a tiny gasp, her body shivering, and goose bumps forming under the skin on her thighs.

“Why did they take you and Hayley?” I whisper, my nose touching at her cheek, inhaling the scent of fear. It smells good on her.

“I don’t know,” she answers. It’s a lie, one that leaves me with little choice. Sliding the knife across to her hip, my cock twitches, and I smirk when I notice the tiny wet patch that’s soaked through the lace at the front of her panties. I slip the blade into the waistband and slice it through the flimsy fabric, causing her eyes to grow wider. Then slowly I trace the cold steel across her waist and repeating the same action on the other side. Her panties flitter to the floor, leaving her pussy exposed to me.

FUCK this is meant to be torture for her, not me.

“Do you know who those men were?” I can hear the strain in my voice. I try blocking all thoughts out, thoughts like the one telling me to drop down to my knees and find out how good that fucking pussy tastes riding against my face.

“I have never seen those men before,” she tells me with a newfound confidence, the lie is written all over her face, almost daring me.

She thinks she’s taunting me now, she’s trying to convince herself that she has some kind of control over the situation she’s in. It might have worked, if she hadn’t tensed up and squeezed her legs together, giving me an indication of weakness that’s enough to spur me on. She’ll soon buckle when she figures this isn’t just pussy play, and she’s in some real trouble.

“Foot here,” I order, tapping my thigh, and she surprises me when she not so reluctantly lifts her foot, placing it exactly where I tell her to. The new angle spreads her pussy a little wider, and I edge my knife closer, let it touch at the pink flesh between her slit. When a scared moan trembles from her mouth, I know I’ve won.

“What ain’t ya telling me?” I pull my attention from between her legs, and flick my eyes up to hers, waiting on a reply.

“Please.” The fear in her voice is almost too much to resist. “I can’t,” she breathes in, closing her eyes. I slide the knife away, letting it brush the inside of her risen thigh like a feather. Then with just enough pressure for the tip of the blade to pierce into her skin I slice it through her flesh. The mark I make is only small but it’s deep enough for blood to trickle. Maddy rolls her head back, exposing her long neck to me and an instinct so strong I can’t fight it off, forcing me to move.

My tongue slides from between my lips and catches the blood as it drips down the inside of her leg. I lick its trail, right through the freshly carved graze. Glancing up at her, my lips smile against her skin when I meet her eyes and watch them swell with shock. The tangy-coppery taste of her tingles my tongue, and I can almost feel her pussy throbbing as my tongue works its way towards it.

Forgetting all motives, I let my tongue rule my head, moving it slowly through her neat little folds. I taste her because I need to. I have to test how wet she is and prove I’m not imagining it. The sweet taste that spreads itself all over my tongue confirms it, she is wet, wet and ready for me. Even in the most fucked up of situations, her pussy can’t tell lies like her mouth can, and when her slender hips begin to move against my mouth, I know she’s completely fucked... not only is she gonna break for me, but she’s about to receive the best interrogation I’ve ever fucking served.

When I pull my mouth away, she moans, and I snigger because as much as I enjoy the way her body responds to me, it’s time I get what I came for. Answers, and something tells me she won’t enjoy the part that comes next quite so much.

Standing up I kick the chair away and unbuckled my belt. Pulling my jeans open I release my cock, and let my hand squeeze around the top of her thigh at the same time. With her arms still tied above her head she has nowhere to go, and the force of my body pressing against hers smashes her back against the stone wall. She shivers against me, looking up with her pretty little face still attempting bravery, but she’s failing, unable to mask the fear that she’s trying so hard to keep from me.

My cock is painfully hard, so close to the spot it aches for now, and for the first time ever, I doubt my abilities. What if she doesn’t talk? Would I really go that far? But then a slip of her toes accidentally moves her hips forward, and the tip of my cock skims between her legs. Feeling how slick she is I grab at her other thigh before my newfound conscience wins and forces me to change my mind.

I lift her off the ground and push her body tight to the wall. It breaks my contact from her pussy and her tight virgin hole hovers above the thick head of my cock, coaxing me to push inside, willing me to stretch it open and make her my perfect fit.

To break her completely.

“What ain’t ya telling me, darlin’?” I ask again, focusing on her mouth, watching her lips part and I don’t know if I’m relieved or destroyed when instead of speaking, she shakes her head. Her ocean blue eyes brim over with tears, and the scared breaths her body fights to pull together are the only sound in a room full of tension. I reach up and I take her throat with the arch of my hand remembering her scared reaction to it earlier.

“I want you to think of the worst thing I could possibly do to you right now…” My eyes lower to where my cock holds firm against her unexplored entrance.

“Close your eyes Maddy and imagine it.” I wet my lips as her eyes squint shut, squeezing more tears from them as they close.

“I will do it,” I warn harshly but she remains silent. Her neck pulsing at my fingertips, she’s scared, and now is not the time to be stubborn. “Don’t doubt me, Maddy… You need to tell me,” I whisper the warning one last time into her ear, my forehead pressed against her temple while I try to think about anything other than how good it would feel to be buried inside her. Finally, she realizes how serious I’m being, her eyes opening wide and her head shaking.

“Why would you do that to me?” her voice quivers as she speaks, and the hurt on her face weighs down my chest. It makes me question again, if I’ll be able to see this through. “I thought you liked me,” she sobs, pretty tears dripping down her cheek that I can’t resist tasting. My mouth moves across her warm skin, catching one of them on my tongue. I regret it the moment I do it. I never let my guard slip down here, but then I’ve never had to put one up in the first place.

“Tell me!” I hiss through my teeth, my tip burning against her firm little opening. My restraint weakening as I wait. She isn’t gonna talk, I know this because she is biting down hard on that damn lip.

I can’t let her fuck with me anymore. Can’t let guilt stop me from what I’m about to do next. I’d warned her that this was who I am. I’m doing it for my club. I pull back just enough to slam inside her. Instantly missing her softness against my solid cock.

The hate I develop for myself forces me to look her in the eyes, and to fucking own the shit I’m about to do.

“I’m a hacker!” she cries out before I can push my hips back into hers.

“I hack for him.” Her breaths are desperate between her sobs, and I don’t know if I’m disappointed that she broke before I could carry out my threat or relieved that I don’t have to watch the hate on her face as I force myself inside her.

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