Page 23 of Dangerous Silence
I had to think. I had to do something fast.
Butwhat?
He twisted a knob at the bottom of the instrument until the bolts loosened, then he screwed it to the table. The top had a long arm with two pincers and another knob to tighten them. What the hell was it?
After taking another chair in front of me, Axe gestured with his hand to move forward.
“No,” I said.
“Lean forward,” he demanded, his voice monotone. As if thiswasnormal to him.
“No,” I repeated.
I truly thought that if he wanted to kill me, he would have done so already, but when he grabbed the hair at the back of my head and pulled me forward, holding me in place while he moved the contraption closer, I started to think of how stupid I was. If Dad didn’t know this side of Axe, then what else was Axe hiding? What else would he be willing to do?
He opened my mouth, but I clamped my teeth down, grunting, not letting him get through. Then he grabbed my chin and pinched it tight, the pain shocking me until I opened my jaw, letting him grab my tongue and bring it out. He put it between the two pincers, then twisted the knobs until I was stuck.
Each twitch of my tongue irritated me. Drool instantly pooled in my mouth. I couldn’t move from where I was seated, but I could still feel those involuntary spasms from my tongue. Any time I moved, the pincers squeezed tighter. My eyes watered. The pain spread from those tiny points like little fingers of death latching on to my nervous system.
He flicked a pocket knife open, letting the blade gleam in the light. He leaned forward, his knee bumping into mine, and he took the knife, skimming it over my bare legs, streaked with dirt and muck. Taking the point of the knife, he pressed it into my thighs, drawing a white line, until I moved, trying to get away from the knife. He was making me spread my legs, the dress bunching at my hips. He dragged the knife closer to my pussy, so slowly that I thought I might die.
He raised a brow, his eyes meeting mine. His mouth opened.
“Sensitive,” he said. Drool spilled out of my mouth. I panted like a dog. “Are you a virgin, Demi?”
A wave of heat washed over my face, decreasing the pain for a millisecond, then it crashed back into me. He was asking that questionright now?I knew I had to answer. I gave a small nod.
“I asked you a question, Demi.”
I nodded vigorously, wincing at the pain. He lifted the knife from my skin. Still staring at me, his eyes always unblinking.
He spread his fingers, letting the tips rub against my inner thighs. They were thick, like the blunt end of a brush, but the softness of the touch made me quiver. He inched closer to my pussy, and as I wiggled my hips, I impulsively moved closer. What was my body doing? He was a murderer!
He took his thumb, rubbing it through my underwear against my clit. I sucked in a breath, but he kept his thumb there, moving it back and forth, watching me. Seeing exactly what I would do. Heat waved through me, and he pulled my underwear to the side, his eyes hungry, drinking me in. His fingers brushed in midair, almost touching my slit, but he never pushed inside. I closed my eyes.
He sat up straight, the chair creaking underneath him. I opened my eyes, letting them fall to his groin, where his monster of a cock was hard and heavy against his leg. I brought my lips together and it lessened the pain, but as soon as I opened them again, the pincer clamped down tight.
He looked me in the eyes, reading me. Was he deciding my fate? To fuck me, or kill me? He could have killed me and I knew he wouldn’t have thought twice about it. And I knew, by the way that his cock twitched, that he wanted to fuck me.
But he held back. He kept looking at me.
I spread my legs further, grinding on the chair, my underwear still disheveled, exposing me to the metal. I told myself it was an act of survival—get him to want me more so that he desired memorethan he wanted to kill me—but it wasn’t that. It was this strange need, being helpless like this, with a man that took my punches and wanted me so bad his cock turned purple. And he still wouldn’t fuck me.
Yet.
He brandished the knife again, holding it up to my eye. We both watched as he brought the blade to my tongue, the sudden searing pain jolting through me. Drops of blood landed on my thigh. I closed my eyes tight. Then he removed it, going to the other side. The hammer of pain shook through me again. He was actually doing it. Slice by slice.
Suddenly, he undid the knob, the pressure releasing, and as soon as I could, I closed my mouth. The metallic liquid rolled over my teeth, two flaps on either side of my tongue catching on my molars, like the burnt skin on the roof of a mouth. How deep had he actually cut? Would I feel any difference?
He stood, going again to the wall, finding a large ring attached to two straps, a buckle between them. The ring was wide, big enough to fit my fist through. He put it in my mouth. I pulled at the restraints, but I didn’t make a noise this time. I knew I couldn’t go anywhere.
With my jaw wide open, my tongue flailed, the dull pain aching at the sides, and again, he went to another cabinet. But this time, he pulled out a black dildo. The rubber smell made me gag, the sound wet in my throat.
He held my chin, shoving the synthetic cock down my throat, and I choked so hard that it shot out of me. Then he did it again, and again, until finally, I took it, going past the curve of my throat. Tears washed down my face, the intensity building, but his eyes were on me, watching me intently. Haunting me. Holding me. Never letting me go.
A wet spot of pre-cum wet his pants. The impulse to lick my lips made me moan. There was no way that I could bite him with this gag, so why wasn’t he fucking me himself? And why did I want him to do that? He leaned in, our faces almost touching, and he pushed the dildo inside, pumping it down my throat.
I started choking, coughing on saliva, and he pulled back, his eyes growing dim. He cut the ties around my ankles, then the one around my wrists. Then he pointed to the toilet and the sink in the corner, his hand on his holster. I relieved myself, washed my face, used the saltwater rinse as he instructed, his eyes on me the entire time.
