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“Rien—”

“Where is Susan Steadhill?”

“I don’t know.”

“Wrong answer.”

He licked my nipple, the light pressure making me harden instantly.

His hands fluttered over my skin. Everything he did was gentle, barely touching me. Whatever he’d given me to drug me made everything seem a hundred times as intense. And this light pressure built my nerves up to a high-pitched tension. It drove me insane.

Then his tongue was at my entrance. He ran his tongue in light circles over my swollen nub. More, more, then—

He was gone. Nothing. No hands, no tongue. Nothing of his touched me. I cried, a keening cry that made my whole body shiver.

“Rien—”

“Where is she?”

I shook my head wildly from side to side.

“I don’t know,” I gasped. “Touch me, please. Please, let me come—”

“Not yet.”

I could feel him loosening the ropes at my ankles. I pulled at them with my legs, and the knots gave way. I clamped my thighs together and squeezed. I could make myself come, I could, I knew I could. The drugs coursing through my system revved my adrenaline to full power. The ache heightened as I pushed myself closer… closer…

His hands grasped my hips, and he flipped my body over before I could finish. The rope tying my wrists together twisted against my skin. I whimpered, and he spanked me hard.

“AH!”

His fingers teased me at my entrance, only slipping in slightly before withdrawing. I cried out, moaning. He spanked me again. The pain shot down my leg, my skin burning with the impact.

“Susan. Where is she?”

“No, no.” My mind was gone, spinning out of control. I couldn’t focus on anything but the touch of Rien’s fingers. He spanked me harder, over and over again. Each time he did, his fingers slipped in a bit farther into me, and I’d think that he was going to let me come. Then he would withdraw, and slap me, and the bright pain made me ache even worse.

I wasn’t me anymore. I was a hollow shell that only he could fill. I needed him. My body ached for him. I wanted him to bring me to the edge and past it, to leap off into the abyss with him inside of me.

“Susan.”

“I was Susan. I was supposed to be Susan.” My characters! They were all falling away from me. I had nowhere to hide.

“Where is she now?”

“Don’t… Don’t know.” I thought hard. Where was she?

The touch of his hands sent my focus spiraling off into the spot where my thighs met my ass.

“I don’t know where she is, oh God, Rien, please, I don’t know where she is.”

“Will you tell other people about me?”

“What?”

“If I let you go.”

Let me go? He was thinking about letting me go? I gasped. I couldn’t keep my thoughts straight, but this one reverberated through my system.

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