Page 38 of Enemy of the State

She growls in response, practically snorting smoke, but I simply swipe my fingers through her soaked pussy, gathering her wetness and smearing it over her lips.

“Your cunt says you do.”

A whimper falls from her open mouth, telling me she does, in fact, like this. I tap the end of the clothespin at her pussy once more, adding, “Let’s find out what else you’re into. How about a little breath play?”

The words are barely out of my mouth before I wrap my hand around her throat, applying enough pressure to severely constrict her air. Clearly no longer bothering to pretend that she’s not into this, she shines.

“I think that’s a yes.” I grip her neck even tighter, cutting off her oxygen entirely as she wheezes. Thrusting two fingers into her eager cunt, it takes a concerted effort to stifle the groan in my throat at the addictive sounds she’s making as she gasps for air.

The hypnotic sound of my digits pumping in and out of her easily fills the air, mingling with her futile gasps, as I remark, “I knew you were deviant, Lou. Fortunately for you, so am I.”

With that, I squeeze her throat tightly, choking her out until she leans into the sensation like I knew she would. If there’s one thingI know about Lou, it’s that she’s got a darkness swimming within her, too. It’s not of the same variety as mine, but she’s not innocent or meek, as evidenced by the way her cunt begs for my touch.

My fingers continue to fuck her, teasing the nerves within her cunt, periodically toying with the clothespin over her clit. The moment her body goes rigid in my arms, I release her, completely removing my hands.

Her body betrays her, coming apart with a guttural groan as her climax rocks her so hard she nearly topples over, but I catch her before she can fall. I snigger as I right her onto her knees, making her whimper as she’s set back onto the rice shards.

Unclamping the clothespins from her clit and tongue, I click my tongue. “What am I going to do with you, Lou? You couldn’t follow the rule of the game.”

Her mind must be fuzzy with the aftermath of her ecstasy, as she manages a labored and bewildered, “Huh?”

“The rule of the game was that you don’t get to come if you don’t answer the question. But since I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you a choice: answer the question or learn what happens to disobedient convicts.”

“Option two,” she croaks, her tongue clearly still not quite functioning correctly.

I chuckle behind her, signaling that I washopingshe’d choose that.

Abandoning her to her lethargy and exhaustion, I leave her curled on the floor as shivers wrack her body despite the thick, warm air in the room. Moving to the storeroom, I roll the metal table into the room, along with the few items I’ll need, flicking the brakes on the wheels once I position it the way I want.

By the time I’m ready for her, she’s folded herself into the fetal position, her teeth chattering noisily. I slant my head as I take in her form, small and vulnerable, and the sight makes my chest twist in a way that I actively choose to ignore.

When I scoop her into my arms, she curls into me on instinct, and I want to rage at her that she’s not safe with me, that she’s not safe here. But I don’t.

Instead, I savor the brief, fleeting moment of this woman in my arms, clinging to me as if I’m her savior. For a few seconds, I pretend that I’m not hurting her orenjoyingthat I’m hurting her.

Setting her on the table, I spread her out like a starfish, restraining her as I explain, “Since you like coming so much, I think we should make sure you get to do that.”

Clearly teetering on the edge of overstimulation, I plan to take advantage of the situation, metaphorically flinging her off that cliff. Too much pleasure leads to pain, and I want to send her hurtling down that path.

Reaching for the syringe I brought with me, I swab the crook of her elbow with alcohol before plunging the needle into her vein, injecting her with a dose of adrenaline. Sweat breaks out over her skin as a result, shifting into full-body tremors. With two fingers over her pulse point in her neck, I find her heart participating in a high-speed race.

Good.Her eyes are wild and frantic as I snap the small rubber band I have around her nipple. She cranes her neck, trying to assess the situation as I repeat the process on her other nipple.

Resigned, her head drops back on the table with an audiblethud, making me chuckle to myself. I notice her breathing regulating, and I suspect that she’s attempting to focus on her breaths and not the pinching in her nipples.

When she attempts to lift her head again, I fist her hair, forcing her head back down. Her eyes glisten with a mixture of unshed tears and resolution that I shutter by wrapping a cloth around her head, blinding her.

Moving back between her legs, she moans, attempting to squirm as my fingers slip inside of her, the wet, seductive sound feeling more like a blaring alarm as it weaves between the atomsand particles in the space surrounding us. My other hand begins alternating between her breasts as I knead them, Louhi whining as she strains against her binds.

Once she’s worked into a frenzy of panted breaths, soft moans, and writhing limbs, I yank off the bands. She screams, her toes curling at the same time my cock becomes painful within my pants.

The gray cloth over her eyes grows darker as her tears soak the fabric. I knew she was already sensitive,too sensitive, when I placed her on this table, but the wails slipping from between her swollen lips as I begin to play with her engorged nipples, tugging and pinching them, make me think that this has ventured into the territory of pain.

Surprise billows through me when my name slips from her lips like a prayer—or maybe a hex—and I command, “That’s it. Scream my name, Lou.”

Swiping my thumb over her clit, I continue to finger-fuck her, drawing small circles as she cries my name. Her fingers curl around the edge of the table while her body shakes, and I back off slightly as she comes.

I find myself wishing I could only torture her with orgasms for the rest of her tenure here. She’s fucked me up, made me hooked on the sight of her coming undone beneath my hands.

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