Page 16 of The Nephilim's Finesse

Again, he nodded. His posture hadn't changed in the last minutes. He was a wall of strength and stoicism. With his arms crossed over his broad chest, he watched me as I thought about his offer. I could use this to my advantage.

“I have three conditions. First, I want an honest answer for every… climax of yours that I’m responsible for.”

He tilted his head slightly, then nodded. Inwards, I smiled at myself. I'd get answers out of him in no time.

“Second, if you force yourself on me, you release me immediately.”

He calculated for a minute. Then he shook his head. “No.”

“What, no? So you’ll force yourself on me, won’t you?”

“As I said, no, I’ll never do that. However, if we had sex and afterwards you suddenly claim that I raped you, then my honour would dictate me to let you go, even if you lied.”

Damn, that was what I had planned to do. Let him do his thing and afterwards get free. I shrugged. It was worth a try.

“Third, I get something to occupy myself in here. Books, a telly, that sort of thing.”

Raph nodded. “When I see fit.”

It was better than nothing, so I inclined my head.

“So the deal is, one orgasm that we are responsible for, one honest answer from the other.”

I couldn't lose with this kind of deal. I'd never let him get intimate with me; he'd never get an answer out of me. With time, he'd get bored and would release me. Until then, I'd have a relatively calm life without torture. The endless questioning was so boring that I wanted it to end.

“If you use any other interrogation methods, I’ll get free?”

“If I use torture, then yes. But I can only speak for myself.”

That was better than nothing. At the moment, he was the only one who interrogated me, and for the time being, it was an easy life offered.

“All right. We have a deal.”

I stood up and held out my hand. He stepped towards me and shook it. It was the first time that he touched me, and his warm, strong hand sent an electric bolt through me. I stepped back, surprised by my reaction.

As I watched him leave my cell, I was pleased with myself with how this day turned out. This arrogant Blackwing wouldn't get one answer out of me, while I would learn all their secrets. Splendid.

The next day, Raph entered the room holding a white box. His dark eyes locked with mine as he placed the package before me, a small smile on his lips.

“You have two questions.”

I stepped closer, my heart pounding, and opened the box cautiously. Inside lay several long objects shaped like cucumbers: some had a bulge beneath the head or at the base. They were all dark brown. I stared at them, unsure what they were used for.

“What’re those?”

“Different kinds of vibrators.”

I felt my cheeks flush with heat. “Why are you bringing this here?” I was shocked and embarrassed at the same time.

Raph lifted one of the toys from the box, demonstrating it to me by pushing hard on the base to make it buzz. He took my hand in his and placed my palm against the side of it, making my skin vibrate.

“This is to help you orgasm,” he said simply. I snatched my hand back as though he had offered me poison instead of pleasure. I looked at this thing with something akin to disgust, imagining myself inserting such an awkward object into my body, and shivered.

“Are you insane?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

“This is the third question, which I don’t have to answer. Since it’s rhetorical, I think you don’t expect one, either.”

I looked at him, the realisation hitting me. I had two questions, meaning I was responsible for two climaxes he had. Was he jerking off, thinking of me? I waited for the revulsion to settle in, but astonishingly, I was somehow pleased that he thought of me and not of someone else while taking care of himself. Was I turning him on that much? I pictured him naked, his muscles flexing in the light while his hand moved up and down his shaft. Would his eyes be closed, an image of me on his mind, or would they be open, watching a picture of me or a video, or looking into nowhere? Would his stoic face change into bliss when he came? Suddenly, I wanted to know how his face looked when he came undone. I glanced at him, realising that he was watching me, taking in my reaction to what he said to me, what he did to me with his words. I felt my face getting hotter.

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