“Darling kitten,” he whispered. He pulled off the scraps of silk lingerie, leaving me completely naked. I choked on my breath as he reached over me, but he only set the knife back down in the drawer and pushed it shut.
I needed my medication. I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. The screams had taken all of my oxygen and around me the world was turning hazy.
Then he bent down and kissed me softly. All of a sudden, my world refocused on his eyes, his gray eyes. The haze receded. I could see every small detail of his face. The dark stubble on his strong chin. The curve of his eyebrows swooping low on his forehead. The hard lines of his cheeks.
“Kitten,” he said, “I want you to be mine. And I will take what I want.”
He kissed me again, as lightly as butterfly wings, and I did not respond. I could not respond. Every part of me was tensed, shot through with adrenaline.
“Before I am done, you’ll want it too, kitten,” he whispered. “I know you will. Maybe you already do.”
I was shivering now, and his hand moved over my stomach, sending goosebumps rippling over my flesh.
“Cold, kitten?” he asked. “Let’s start by warming you up.”
He moved down, his pants sliding against my legs as he did so. One hand cradled my breast, and he squeezed just hard enough to make me moan.
“Oh, kitten,” he said. “Do you already want me?”
“No,” I whispered. “No, please—”
He leaned over and kissed my nipple. Then pinched it, twisting. I screamed and he released the hard nub. Then he licked it, circling it with his tongue. The soft touch of his tongue after his twisting fingers made me ache.
Then he pinched it again, harder, and rolled it between his fingers. Pinched again. Then sucked. The warmth shot through my skin.
He moved down and I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but the rope held my legs apart no matter how I twisted.
He kissed me softly all around, from my hips down to the soft patch of hair just above my slit. As he kissed me, I could feel myself growing hot, swelling between my legs.
Without warning, he sealed his lips around me and sucked hard enough to hurt.
“Ah!” I yelped. He stopped, as suddenly as he had started, and went back to kissing me, sucking little spots all around my swollen nub.
Back up to my nipples, and this time when he sucked on my nipple I imagined him sucking down there, and I ached, oh god, how I ached.
His hand slid down, his fingers parting, two on either side. His thumb pressed into the top of my thigh as he stroked me a millimeter away from where I needed it.
“Please…” I trailed off.
“Tortured yet, kitten? Maybe. Not quite enough for me. You were screaming before. You’ll scream again.”
He squeezed his fingers together on either side of my slit and licked, one long slow stroke of his tongue that sent me shuddering.
“Ohhh,” I groaned.
“Don’t pretend for me, kitten.”
“I’m not… I’m not—”
“Hush.”
He licked me again, and then his hand came back up to twist my nipple, hard, at the same time as he thrust two fingers into me. I gasped at the pain mixed with pleasure. My body didn’t know how to react.
He continued. With every hard pinch of my nipple he would lick my swollen clit, then go back to stroking me on both sides with his fingers. Then he would twist my erect nipple and thrust his fingers in, and my body clenched around him, wanting more, needing more.
Sweat beaded on my forehead. The room was hot, so hot. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted release. Oh god, I needed it soon or I’d faint.
“Please,” I said. “Please.”
He slapped me across the face and twisted both my nipples so hard it felt like burning. I screamed.
“That’s the scream I want,” he said. He bent his head down to my aching nub and sucked hard, his mouth sealed around me as he thrust his fingers once again into my body. Oh, god, it felt so good. I was there, I was almost there—
He pulled his fingers out.
I bucked my hips up, searching for release, but it did not come. I opened my mouth, and the scream that escaped me was a gasping scream, hoarse with desire.
“Tell me you want me, kitten,” he whispered.
“Oh, god,” I moaned. I couldn’t. I couldn’t.
He touched me on either side with his fingers and I twisted, wanting him inside of me.
“Say it. Tell me you want me.”
“No.”
He pressed hard, and my body rocked into him, hips arching, but his fingers were gone, the pressure eased.
“Say it.”
I moaned, the sound filling the room. Only pretend. This wasn’t real. Say anything, confess everything. It didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter. Who would know? Who would ever think it was the truth? I opened my mouth and made my confession, and if it was true then I was the only one to know it.
“I want you.”
He licked me hard, again, his tongue flicking once at the top and sending white hot shocks of pleasure through my body. I was almost there, god, I was so close—
“Say it agai—”