Page 128 of Merciless

To start with, she does nothing. Then I turn it up another notch, and she starts to move, her hips rolling in her sleep as she seeks pleasure.

It’s not until I turn it up again that her shriek of shock spills through the speakers, filling the room.

“I fucking hate you,” she screams as her hips jolt, forcing her to flip onto her back and spread her thighs.

The view is fucking glorious.

“She doesn’t mean it. She loves me really,” a rough, sleeping voice says from beside me.

“You been teasing her with this all night?” I ask, not bothering to look at him. Why should I when I’ve got that beauty putting on a show for us.

“Not all night. Few hours. She was screaming in her sleep so I went down to see if she’d talk.”

“Did she?” Seeing as she’s still locked down there being tortured with withheld orgasms, I assume not.

“Nearly. I had her right on the edge.”

“So I see,” I mutter, turning the speed down and making her cry out in frustration.

“You were right,” Reid says quietly.

Now that earns him a look.

“I’m sorry. What was that?”

“Fuck off.”

“No, no. I think my ears are acting up. Did you just say that I was right?”

“She responds better to desire than fear.”

“Well, ho-ly fuck. The almighty Reid Harris can admit when he’s wrong.”

“You’re a cunt,” he scoffs, sitting up and resting back against his wrought-iron headboard. Uncomfortable as fuck, but whatever.

“So what’s the plan then, Boss? Gonna vibrate the truth out of her.”

“Something like that. Got a cell that needs cleaning up first. She wasn’t the only one who had a late-night visit.”

“What did you do?” I ask.

“Make me coffee and I might let you come watch,” he says, throwing his covers off and stalking toward the bathroom in his boxers.

“In a bit, yeah. I wanna enjoy the show a little first.”

“You’ve got five minutes. And if you come on my sheets, you’re buying me a whole new bed.”

“Jeez,” I mutter as he slings the door closed behind him. “Good thing you don’t know that it wouldn’t be the first time,” I say under my breath with a laugh.

I hit the button on the remote twice, turning the speed up and smirk when it makes her practically leap from the bed.

“ARGH,” she screams. “Everyone is right about you, you’re a sick, twisted, vindictive cunt just like your father.”

“True,” I agree, watching as she begins to climb toward her release before cutting the vibrator off dead.

“FUUUUUUCK.”

Her chest heaves, her hard, pierced nipples pressing against the soft fabric of my tank and her pussy exposed. Fuck me. She’s so fucking wet it glistens under the bright spotlights that are shining down on her. What I wouldn’t give to get a taste of that.

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