Page 30 of Enemy of the State

Next, he stuns me by unclipping the chain aroundmy wrists from the ceiling, bringing my bound wrists down in front of me and detaching my spread legs from their captivity completely. As I’m jostled, the chain connecting the nipple clamps swings gently with my movements, reminding me of its growing presence.

Does he realize how dangerous this is?

I gain my bearings enough to mask my shellshock of being released as Digs towers over me and threads his massive hand through my dirty hair, tugging my head back to look up at him. As I stare up into his dark and dangerous blues, it hits me between the eyes like a gunshot.

I fuckinglikeDigs.Fuck, when did that happen?

It’s why I haven’t really fought him, I realize. It’s why I haven’t allowed myself to consider what will happen to him when I escape. It explains why I find myself looking forward to my sessions with him, however unpleasant. My inner beast calls to his. It’s why I’m not afraid of him, despite our dynamic.

Don’t get me wrong, I’d still like to get a couple—fine, more than a couple—hits in, and I want to cut him open and watch him bleed a little. Yet I don’t want to kill him, and that tells me everything I need to know regarding my mental state where this guy is concerned.

I could fight him now. I could likely even kill him and end his life right here, but I don’t. Instead, I allow him to explore my face with his hand, relishing the feeling of his warm, rough skin against my cheek as he brushes the pad of his thumb along the bone. He brushes over my still-angry bottom lip as I blink up at him.

“Let’s talk, Lou.”

I focus my attention on my breathing, and when I don’t reply, he tugs on the chain attached to the clamps, making me squeak. “When is the next attack?”

When I don’t respond, he yanks harder on the chain, spearing me with pain, and I grit my teeth to prevent another yelp from escaping. Whatever he injected me with is exacerbating the agony,and all I want to do is scream or rip my breasts from my body with my bare hands, probably both. Somehow, I manage to hold it inside.

“Where is the next target?”

I lose track of how long we do this song and dance for, and my nipples are stark raving mad by the time he chooses to change tactics.

Digs points to the floor before him, indicating that I should kneel, and I haven’t a clue why I do it without question. Curiosity, perhaps?We’ll go with that.

Kneeling before him, my breaths are ragged, and I can nearly taste the tension emanating from him. I didn’t notice it earlier, lost in my own chaotic mind and the pain lancing through me, but now that I’m opening myself up to the moment, it’s obvious.

There’s something deeply formidable about being on your knees before a man. It may seem like he’s the one in charge, but I can assure you that I’m the one with the power in the palm of my hand. In spite of my discomfort, I smile up at him, daring him to follow through with whatever he has planned. The fitted mask allows me to make out the flutter in his tight jaw, and I feel nothing but satisfaction.

“Take off my belt,” he commands, his voice gruff.

I don’t move. I’m not remotely compliant by nature, but I have a feeling that he doesn’t want me to be docile or amenable, not that I’d even know how. He grips the back of my hair and yanks my head back roughly, this time growling, “I said,Take. Off. My. Belt.”

Again, I make no move. His hold on my hair tightens, and I swear he rips some out, which makes me smile a little.

I’m not a true masochist. I don’t derive pleasure from pain. What Idoderive pleasure from, however, is seeing Digs’s wild side come out to play. I’m getting off on watching him become someone else entirely. A lowering man capable of making the darkest fantasies a reality. And that’s something I’mveryinterested in seeing more of. There’s something hypnotic about watching him transform.

“Now, Lou,” he commands, his eyes hyper-fixated on me.Deciding that I’ve pushed far enough for now, I reach up and unfasten his belt, keeping my attention locked on his masked face.

“Unzip me,” he orders, as if I were some bimbo oblivious to what’s clearly on the agenda here.

My eyes are halfway through their dramatic roll when, lightning fast, he clenches my jaw tightly and squeezes. Holding my gaze, his voice is lethally calm as he states simply, “I will crush you. I will crumble your soul, your spirit, your body. Do not underestimate me and absolutely never disrespect me. Unzip me.”

I narrow my eyes into slits as he releases my chin with a jerk, and I nearly fall back, but he tugs on the chain attached to the clamps. Squawking in pain, I pin him with a nasty scowl. My nipples are screeching, but considering the little speech he just gave, I opt to play it safe and unbutton his trousers, freeing him.

I tug his cock loose from the confines of his boxer briefs and sigh. A micro-penis would make this wholeI’m attracted to himthing I’m currently wrestling with much easier to squash. Alas, I’m not that lucky. His massive cock matches his powerful body, and it’s nothing short of glorious.

My mouth waters as I stare down the first real piece of this man I’ve been privy to, and I can only hope that the rest of him looks as incredible as his dick.

Subconsciously, I think I knew the moment Digs brandished the needles that thissessionwas going to be new territory for us. I want to be mad, furious that he’s taking advantage of a prisoner in this way, and while I’m mildly put out by the situation, a peculiar curiosity mixed with a startling amount of arousal—that I’m blaming on the bloody drugs—keeps the flame of anger at bay, preventing it from taking on a life of its own. Still, how far is he willing to take this?

The iron chains binding my wrists clank softly like violent wind chimes as I bring my joined hands up to coast a fingertip down the soft skin sheathing his solid erection. Jerking me back by my hair,he stops me. “Your mouth. Only your mouth. If you aren’t going to open your mouth to talk, I’m going to fill it.”

My eyebrow arches and my lips curl into a sneer, but I lean forward nonetheless. It’s not as if I’m not dyingto get my mouth on him. He sucks in a sharp breath as I wrap my lips around his thick head, swirling my tongue. I flick my eyes up to meet his, and he stares down at me with an unreadable flicker in his eye as he shoves my head down, clearly impatient.

Calm down, mate, I’m getting there.Instead of saying that, though, I follow his silent instruction and swallow more of him, sucking his cock into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. Without warning, he thrusts, ramming himself past the point of comfort, making me gag as I sputter. Breathing through my nose, I attempt to acclimate so that I might take more of him. A bright burst of surprise bubbles through me when he allows me to pull all the way back, but the feeling is short-lived when he slams my mouth back onto his cock roughly and begins to fuck my face.

If I was able to use my hands, I’d drag a finger over his balls before cupping him, interested in learning all the little things that might make this man tick.

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