Page 29 of Enemy of the State

“A sadist, hmm?”

“No need to feign ignorance with me. I’ve seen the way my pain makes your cock grow.”

Not responding, he pushes to his feet and crosses the room, only stopping a hair’s breadth from me. He leans forward until his masked mouth is next to my ear, and I inhale his musky, masculine scent.He smells amazing. Clean.

“Would you like to see that now, Lou?”

His words send a shiver down my spine that I don’t suppress, wishing I could have felt the way his breath would have breezed over the shell of my ear when he spoke.

When I don’t answer, he pulls back, scantily cocking his head to the side as he demands, “I asked you a question. I want an answer.”

“We can’t always get what we want, can we,Diggory?”

A rippling sound is all the answer I get as he cuts through the entirety of my clothing with his knife, leaving me with an obvious sense of déjà vu. “You should really stop doing that.”

His head tilts and his eyes widen a fraction in an expression that wordlessly asks,why’s that?

“I’d hate to get spoiled with all these new clothes you’ll inevitably provide.”

In answer, he brings the blade up to my face, spinning it around in a failed attempt at intimidation. My eyes track his as the cheek of the blade skates across my bottom lip before pressing the tip into the tender flesh, pricking the skin. Blood bubbles and my tongue darts out to catch it, capturing his attention.

“I had something else planned for you today, but now I want to test a theory.”

What theory?

He disappears through the door opposite the one he came through as I realize that I’ve never seen him access that door before. When he returns, he’s carrying a small black box that he places on his chair. Through his T-shirt, the muscles in his back pop and strain as he digs around in that mystery container. When he spins around to face me, he’s holding a needle.Bloody great.

He prowls forward like a single-minded predator, my breathcatching as his hand darts out to pinch my right nipple forcefully between his thumb and forefinger before he plunges the needle into the sensitive nerves.What the fuck?

I hiss, pulling my open-mouthed gawp from the scene unfolding at my chest to Digs’s masked face. There’s something swimming in his intense gaze now that wasn’t there earlier: something both icy and hot; hungry yet sated.

He repeats the process on my other nipple before taking half a step back and his mask pulls slightly as his obscured face stretches into what I can only presume is a smile. What I would give to see the deranged madness on display right now.

I have no idea what I’ve been injected with, why he had to depress the needle into my center of my nipples, or what this wanker has planned for me, and I’m most interested in checking out hissmile.Jeesus Kristus, I’m fucked in the head. If I could send an SOS signal, I would.

Packing the needle back into its box, he vanishes behind that secret door again, where he’s gone for several minutes. He must not have been lying about having pivoted from his original plan for this torture session, because this time he comes back with a mid-sized bin that he positions on his chair.

My nipples are beginning to tingle as I survey him removing the lid and pulling out…an ice cube?Bloody hell?

He saunters forward, the ice in hand, and grazes my distended nipple with the small frosty block. I gasp, holding my breath. When I finally let it out, a moan escapes with it.

What the hell did he inject me with?Shit, fuck.

The pain is excruciating, but there’s a faint thrum of delicious pleasure that filters through periodically, like swimming in a warm lake and encountering a pocket of cooler water that’s drifted up from the bottom. The sensation is nearly overwhelming.

I’ve experimented with temperature play before, but not like this. Whatever he shot into me has the stimulating thrill sparkingto life as if it’s an all-consuming fire feeding on whatever he injected into me like its oxygen.

Right now, I’m cursing my already sensitive breasts. He glides the cube over both and the searing, painful pleasure is somehow worse than the blowtorch. The sensation shooting through me with every pass of the ice is nearly indescribable. I canfeelthe hardness and unbelievable responsiveness of my nipples like I’m having an out-of-body experience that only seems to be connected to my breasts.

Panting, my chest expands haphazardly as I study his face. Nothing about his shadowy blue eyes has changed, but his attention hasn’t deviated from his task. I whimper on his next pass over my nipples just as wetness pools between my spread legs.

The stinging, white-hot pain shouldn’t be doing this to me, should it?

After what feels like forever, the ice has mostly melted. With the drops of water trailing down my exposed skin, he shoves the cold remnants between my parted lips, his fingers slipping into my mouth as well. I close my lips over his three fingers and swirl my tongue around the oral invaders. When his eyes flash, I suck harder. He spreads his fingers apart inside my mouth and then pulls them out a fraction before thrusting them back in more forcefully. He does this a few more times, and when I think he’s grown comfortable, I smile around his fingers and bite down, hard. He hisses as he yanks his fingers free. Attempting to conceal my obvious arousal, I wink at him before he retreats to the bin on the chair.

This time, he returns to me with clamps, and I know before the metal ever bites into my skin that this is going to be severely unpleasant. He attaches them both and I seethe, muttering curses, but he only chuckles. In an effort to combat the agony of my chest, I grit my teeth so hard I wonder if I’ll crack a tooth.

Äiti kusipää. Mother arsehole, it hurts.

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