Page 28 of Monster's Edge

“You told me that. I didn’t ask you if he speaks to you.” Ian’s voice is firm. He reaches for my breasts, pinching my nipples, and tugs me toward him. I squeak in surprise, but I resist touching him again. I know that he doesn’t want to be touchedbyme right now. He still wants to do some touching, apparently.

I feel, for a moment, like a whore. I’m basically selling my soul to spend time with Ian. Not that I asked for this. Not that I have any control over it. Still, I’m not above enjoying the attention or the sweet torture he inflicts on me.

“It’s important,” I say. Ian’s response is to twist my nipples harder. I start to cry out and he twists again.

“Be silent.”

Two words.

Two words that hold just a hint of a warning. Ian doesn’t give a shit if his driver overhears what we’re doing back here. I’m pretty sure the guy is driving in circles, anyway. He’s probably listening to headphones, probably blaring some music so he doesn’t have to listen to me and Ian getting it on or whatever it is that we’re going to do.

No, Ian tells me to be quiet because this is how he tortures me.

It’s a test, as is everything with this man. I’m not an idiot, though. I can see exactly how hard his thick cock is in his pants. I know that if I’m a good girl for him, he’ll let me touch it. Suck it. Maybe he’ll even let me get him off. I want to fuck him again right here in the car. I want to ride Ian’s dick with my tits bouncing in his face, and I want to squeeze his cock until it explodes inside of me. Then I want to walk back into work with his cum dripping out of my pussy so I spend the rest of the day thinking about him.

Thatis what I want.

It might not be what I get.

I’m silent as he continues touching me. He rubs my nipples until they’re red and sore. They’re going to be fucking raw tomorrow. I know that wearing a bra is going to hurt after this. I might have to go without one, but my father will definitely notice. Everyone will notice. Someone might say something, or maybe they won’t. Unless my brother spots my indiscretion and calls me out, nobody else is going to risk alerting my father to the fact that my nipples are showing through my shirt.

Ian can do what he wants.

I bite my lip because this really is starting to hurt. I’m trying so hard to be a good girl for him, but I don’t know if I can do this much longer. My pussy was wet a minute ago, but now my whole body feels like it’s on fire. Not in a good way. I close my eyes.

“Open them.” He releases my nipples to slap my face, and I open my eyes. Shit. That really hurt. I reach for my cheek to rub it, hoping it will dull the pain, but he grabs my wrists, holding them firmly up. The car jolts and my tits bounce. Ian’s eyes go there to my breasts. “You really do have perfect tits.”

It’s a compliment, sure, but coming from Ian, it feels like it’s more of an observation. He comments on my breasts the way some people might comment on the weather or the news. When he speaks, it sounds like the way someone might say, “This hamburger really is quite delightful.”

Nothing more. Nothing less.

He adjusts my wrists so he’s holding both of them above my head with his left hand. His right is free to bounce my breasts, and he does. Heslapsthem, making them move around. My jeans are still on, and as much as I want to start grinding my pussy against his damn thigh, I try to hold still through everything that’s happening.

“Tell me who Lorenzo is,” he says again. Slap. Slap. Slap.

My breasts burn. I’ve never had anyone torture them like this before. I don’t know whether I like it or not. I’m not sure if this is the kind of experience I ever want to have again. All I know is that he’s in charge and if I don’t give him what he wants, he’s going to make me pay for it.

“Mr. Salucci,” I whisper slowly. I force myself to keep my eyes open. I’m staring at him, silently begging him to really listen to what I’m about to say. “When I tell you that Lorenzo has never spoken to me, that’s important. Everyone speaks to me. I’m the receptionist,” I add, as if that explains everything. “But he avoids me at all costs. That’s why I think...” I take a deep breath. “That’s why I think he works for my father. I think another man, Ricardo, does too.”

Ian stops touching me. He drops my wrists and stares at me. I sit there awkwardly, completely unsure of what I’m supposed to do with myself. I place my hands nervously on my knees and turn back so I’m facing forward once more. Ian reaches for my thigh and pulls it back, forcing me to face him again.

“Why don’t they speak to you?” He wants to know why this is important. To most people, it’s a tiny detail they likely don’t ever notice. After all, nobody at work pays attention to the people whodon’ttalk. Most people pay attention to the ones whoaregossiping, whoarechatting.

“If my father instructed them to watch me, he would have told them not to get involved,” I say quietly. Suddenly, I feel very naked. My sore breasts are still exposed. The car is slowing down now. There are other vehicles. If someone looks toward us, they’ll see my breasts. I know my nipples must be read. They’ll know we’ve been playing sex games in the car, and if the person is into the kind of games Ian is, they’ll know that I just received a punishment.

Ian cocks his head, considering this. He’s starting to realize what I mean. He probably does the same thing when it comes to sending people to do his bidding. Maybe he also informs his people not to talk to the person they’re watching. It’s a good way to try to blend in and keep out of sight.

“My father...he...” How can I work this so Ian understands? I’m trying my best not to sound like a completely spoiled brat, but the truth is that I am. I don’thaveto work. My father has plenty of money and some of it is accessible to me. Like a child, I get a weekly allowance that covers all of my needs. Work is something I do for me. It’s something I do because I enjoy it. I like being able to be around animals and to forget for a little while just how completely fucked up my life is.

My dad kills people.

He hurts people.

Sometimes people owe him favors and if they don’t follow through on their end of the deal, he knows how to make it hurt. Sometimes that’s through death, but most of the time, it’s worse than that. Most of the time, he knows exactly where to shove the dagger and exactly how far to twist it.

“He doesn’t let me out of his sight,” I finally say. “If I’m not back soon, Lorenzo will probably tell him that I’m gone.”

“And if that happens?” Ian raises an eyebrow. Fuck. How does this guy have such perfect damn eyebrows?

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