“I never manipulated anyone.”
“Lying has become second nature to you. I bet you actually believe it, don’t you? Kind of like you’re lying to yourself that you don’t want this. Not only am I going to prove that you do indeed want this, but I’m going to make you beg for it. I’m not going to let you cum until you do.”
“I will never beg you. You disgust me.” I may not have been able to do much with my hands and feet restricted, but there was one way I could still fight him: resistance. I wouldn’t give in to him no matter what. My pride was all I had left.”
“I thought you’d say that. But I have some things that might change your mind.” As he spoke, he lifted the shirt over his head and tossed it aside revealing his toned chest liberally sprinkled with dark brown hair.
I bit the inside of my lip willing myself to remain strong. This was nothing I hadn’t already seen before. Nick was an excellent lover, the best I’d ever had in fact, not that I had a lot of experience. I’d only had a couple of lovers in college, but the sex was so uninspired I believed I was the problem until I met Nick who managed to make my body do things I didn’t think it was capable of.
But this wasn’t my Nick, not the loving man I once knew. This demon was on a mission to destroy me, and the truth was, he just might.
Nick retrieved a bowl on the nightstand. He must have put it there when he’d taken my door down. He pulled out a cube of ice.
“Don’t,” I whimpered as old memories came flooding back.
A smirk curved his lips. “So you remember. That one time we played with ice, your body got so heated that the ice melted as soon as it touched your skin. You loved every second of it, didn’t you.” He sat on the bed next to me.
I refused to answer because if he forced me to think about the time when I was head-over-heels in love with him, I would cry, and he couldn’t have my tears.
“You don’t have to answer. I see that you do. Those cute little whimpers you made when I did this...” He circled my lips with the ice and then slid it into my mouth.
In an act of defiance, I spit it back it at him.
Instead of angering him, however, he actually grinned. But there was no amusement in that smile. There was something sinister and dangerous about it that made me shiver.
“Naughty girl. No worries. I have something for filthy little sluts who like to spit.” Nick slid off the bed, but he didn’t get far. He rummaged through a black plastic bag and pulled out what looked like a leather necklace with a red ball in the center. It took me a moment to realize what it was. “Don’t you dare?”
He returned to the bed and dangled the contraption in my face. “Seems you don’t have a choice in the matter, Francesca.”
“I didn’t realize you were into this kind of thing.”
“I didn’t either, but while I was lying on my back after you kicked me down the stairs, I decided you needed a special kind of punishment. Something that would leave you feeling helpless and used.”
“Not that I intend to, but how are you supposed to make me beg with that thing?”
He shoved the ball gag in my mouth and strapped it around my head. “Oh, you don’t need your mouth. You can beg me with those fuck me eyes of yours, or nod that pretty little head of yours.” He pulled away then probably to admire his handiwork. The lasciviousness of his gaze made me shiver, and I knew it was going to be a long night.
My humiliation was complete, but I would not give him the satisfaction of begging.
“Now where were we?” Nick retrieved another ice cube. “What should I do with this one?”
I glared in response.
He chuckled. “That’s right. You can’t answer at the moment. No worries. I have an idea. Nick lowered the cube along my neck and then slid down the center of my breasts. The cold of the ice raised goosebumps along my skin. He then circled one of my nipples with it making it pucker to a rock-hard pebble. I didn’t want to react to this sensual torture, but I moaned behind the ball gag.
I arched my back and struggled against my confinement. Nick turned his attention to my other nipple rubbing it. The melted water dripped down my body, and as much as I tried to numb myself, a fire spread in the pit of my belly spreading throughout my entire body. My pussy throbbed, and with my legs spread apart, there was nothing I could do to temper the heat burning like an out of control flame. The ice wasn’t the only thing producing liquid. My inner thighs grew sticky with my juices.