Page 175 of Phobia
I watch through a half-lidded gaze, distorted by the blinding light flashing, as Madison tenses from head to toe. Every muscle, every limb—hell, probably even his organs—solidify like they’re bathed in cement.
It only makes me hotter.
He shakes his head no. A continuous motion that must make him dizzy.
So foolish.
A small whimper I nearly miss croaks from deep within him. I press closer, sending the butt end of my ax bumping against his torso. His shoulders wrack with a sob, tears streaming, snot gurgling.
I sigh. “Your dick is hard, darlin’,” I speak the truth into the static-charged air. My little treat doesn’t budge. His head never stops shaking. Those sobs never cease for a moment, only change direction into something softer, more resigned the longer I stroke him through the thin, damp material. The only barrier between us.
The last piece to shred.
“Fear makes some people hard. All that adrenaline pumping into your system… the spikes from the all-consuming panic…” I drag my tongue across his cheek, growling at the rough scrape of invisible stubble.
“It’s all about the chemistry, darlin’. Nothin’ to be ashamed of.”
I trace my spiked index finger just beneath the ribbed band hanging low around his hips. My eyes never stray from Madison’s wrinkled lids as I press my hips forward, dragging my hard cock across his stomach.Shit, he’s so tiny…
He sucks his in, pulling away from the contact. I cackle in amusement, not deterred in the slightest. I only press harder, ensuring he feels every inch of what he’s done to me.
“Your fear turns me on, too.”
His lips part, opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Is this p-part of it?” he stammers. My eyes light up at the sound of his voice, hoarse and crackled from endless screaming. “I re-read about sex-sexual c-contac-ct.”
Ahh, the waiver.
I beam. “Nah, darlin’. Nothin’ like that’s ever happened. Until now. You’re just too tasty to resist.” Madison’s eyes dart all over my face. Pinging from my hair to my forehead. My mouth, down my neck to where my ax is still hanging.
A nightmare he wants.
C’mon, darlin’…
“Oh, Jesus,” he whimpers, then the sound cuts off to nothing, but his lips still move like he’s talking to himself.
“Give me what I want, Madison…”
He pants heavily—loudly. Screams ricochet somewhere in the motel. A distant vibration. My temples throb from the fuckin’ strobe lights. I hate that it distorts my vision of my little treat so much, but maybe with the illusion, it’ll be easier to make him give in.
Time’s runnin’ out.
“Give it to me.” I let the tip of my finger graze his cockhead to prompt a response. His eyes fly open wide, nearly bulging from his skull. His throat bobs. His muscles strain, veins bulging beneath the skin in a pattern I’d love to trace with my tongue.
I flash my teeth. “Just nod your head.”
A breath. His. Mine.
…He nods.
Chapter 6
My gut is gnarled, twisted and coiled with equal parts dread and trepidation and…
Oh, Jesus.Why did I nod?Why did I nod?!
Static’s eyes gleam, his white irises glowing. Black-painted lips are stretched wide, showcasing two full rows of teeth that look like they could shred my flesh into tiny bits and pieces…
Tears pool. Drip. Splash as they fall somewhere below. Somewhere I can’t see because I’m fucking trapped. Strapped and pinned to a rusted, metal dolly. The straps are thick, and they feel like leather—not that it even freaking matters.
