Page 174 of Phobia
The tendons beneath the thin layer of skin bulge, strained against the pressure. I let the spiked end of my lip ring drag over the flesh in the barest graze. My tongue darts across my painted lips. I’m foaming at the maw to get a taste of him.
Of that sweet, delectable fear oozing from his pores.
All for me. Because of me.
And I’d be a fool to deny myself such a sweet, little treat.
When my teeth scrape the tendon, Madison whimpers, head shaking rapidly, sending drops of salty wetness splattering across the side of my face. I swipe a few up with my tongue. My eyes roll back as my dick fully hardens, sending my blood ablaze.
Fuck, he’s got me wrapped around his little finger.
Such a strange little thing, he is.
Not blurting the one word that would get him out of this…
It’s almost like he’s beggin’ for it.
When the butt end of the handle bumps against his chest, he squirms away, tugging against the binds keeping him pinned. I pull back just enough to let my breath fan across his face.
I know he can smell the tobacco on my breath. Maybe even the trace hints of the mint I crushed between my teeth right after.
His air is just as hot. Just as yummy.
I let the ax drag down my chest until the curved blade digs into my trapezius with a sharp bite. My eyes nearly roll back at the willful pain. My cock bucks, derailing my train of thought.
I wanna scare my little treat.
But I wanna taste him, too.
My gaze drags down his stomach, bypassing the sharpness of his ribs, down to his tiny belly button, until I reach the elastic band of his boxers. The dark blue material clings to his legs, still wet from the water I doused him with. And the piss he couldn’t keep inside.
I kinda wanna see if I can get him to do it again, but I don’t think his bladder is full enough.
Maybe I could get a little trinkle…
But the soft firmness pushing against the flowing material around his thighs thwarts that idea in an instant. My head cocks to the side. Then lowers so I can get even closer.
My eyes narrow, then widen in surprise.
Oh, how fuckin’ sweet…
“Well… well… well…” Itsk,flicking my tongue along my teeth, pressing hard against the sharpened points until the natural instinct to pull away kicks in—and then I push even more.
“What’s this, darlin’?” I use my free hand to palm his semi-erection. Madison jerks at the touch, squealing like a little pig. He bucks against the dolly, nearly tipping it over. My lips purse as my brows hike mid-forehead.
Mmm, he’s got some strength in there after all.
Although, he’s still here… he hasn’t given up, so maybe that says a lot more.
My earpiece crackles as someone presses a button. I hear a few panted breaths followed by echoing static, and then Ravage’s voice. “Two safe worded. Just got them out.” His breath makes the winded crackling worse as he blows in my ear, then it’s cut off, leaving my ear canal ringing in the silence.
That means there are only two others still hanging on, along with my little treat, of course.
I nearly groan, almost succumbing to the urge to pout. I wanted to take my time with him. To explore every inch of him while he’s at my mercy, but if history has told me anything, it’s that I’m on the biggest ticking clock.
And each second that drags is another I’m wasting when I could already be tasting my treat.
With a clicking noise, I firm my grip and slam the toe of my boot against the metal plate Madison’s feet are planted on. The dolly lurches forward. Madison careens, a scream ripping from his throat as the dolly teeters, sending his dick sliding through my gloved hand.
