Chapter 17 #2
“Patience, Atreus,” she says.
“My patience is thinning with every passing second, bunny,” I scoff.
“No. Not bunny. Call me Miss,” she replies. “Or Mistress.”
Who does she think she is?
I snort. “Tough luck.”
She wraps the tie even further around her fist until her masked face is mere inches away from mine. “I have my ways to get what I want.”
I can’t see much of her, except those bright red lips and that filthy smile that follows, and for some reason, my eyes home in on the way her lips move when she speaks. “Even from you.”
“And you think I’m obliged to please you,” I respond.
“Very much so,” she says. “After all, I have what you want.” She leans in so close her lips are right in front of mine, and it suddenly becomes very hard to focus on anything at all except her breath lingering on my skin. “I’ll give you your killer on a silver platter.”
I swallow away the lump in my throat while she slowly begins to smile.
“Fine.”
The smile on her face only deepens. “Now are you going to bark for me or what?”
Absolutely degrading.
“Woof,” I snarl.
She grins. “Attaboy.”
Fuck this. I hate it. I hate how much she enjoys it.
“Now tell me,” I say, my patience running out.
“Oh no, you have to give me what I want first. That’s how it goes,” she says. “And I want you to please me.”
“I already did what you asked.”
“That wasn’t nearly enough. I want more.”
Her hand slowly dips down my body again, slipping past all the ridges of my abs before gripping my package tightly, and I suck in a hampered breath.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you …” she muses.
What the fuck? This woman is crazy.
“Get your hands off me,” I growl.
She releases my dick only to pull out a knife instead, and she aims it right underneath my chin. “Don’t upset me, Atreus. I thought we were finally getting acquainted.”
She lowers the knife, traipsing it down my chest like a goddamn fingertip, and I shudder in place as the pressure increases.
“Do you want your updates about your killer or not?”
My nostrils flare. “How do I know I can trust your information?”
She pauses as if she’s thinking for a second. “I can provide photos if you’d like.”
“You stalk the killer too?”
She shrugs. “I don’t care who I have to stalk to get what I want.”
I tilt my head. “Or is it all smoke and mirrors, and are you the killer I’m looking for?”
Her eyes glimmer with interest. “I like how you think.”
“You didn’t answer my question.
“I don’t have to.” The knife travels down my shirt, popping all the buttons as she moves lower. “I can do whatever I want.”
“You’re going to jail for this.”
She bites her lip, then straddles me, perching her feet beside mine while she wraps her arms around my neck as if she’s in charge. “How are you going to arrest me? I’m not the one all tied up … left to my mercy.”
She rips open my shirt and gloats at my tatted chest, eyes gorging on my abs and ample muscles, and she presses her fingers down onto my chest like she’s feeling me up.
“Nice … sturdy. You exercise a lot, don’t you?”
“It’s none of your business,” I retort.
“I make it my business to get to know my boy toys,” she muses.
“Boy toy?” I frown. “I’m not your—”
She grabs my hair, forcing my head back, as her lips smash onto mine, and I completely forget what I was saying. Her lips roam mine furiously, claiming every inch of my resolve as she nearly sucks the soul out of my body before finally releasing me from her magnetic grip.
My dick twitches in my pants. An unwelcome reminder of how well she manipulated her way into my mind. Fuck.
“Aw … are you getting excited already?” she muses, rolling her hips around right on top of my package.
I groan with frustration, jerking at my bound wrists again.
“Ah, ah, you’re not allowed to touch me just yet,” she says. “Don’t want you to get spoiled.”
“Release me,” I growl.
“Oh, you’ll definitely find a release all right,” she replies, but I get the feeling it has nothing to do with my hands and everything to do with my tented pants.
She giggles and slides off my lap, only to grasp my pants with her knife. She cuts off the button, then rips off the fabric containing my zipper.
“I will arrest you if you try,” I growl.
Biting her lip, she wraps her fingers around my boxers and pulls them down along with my pants, forcing my half-hard dick to pop out, and fuck me, the way she’s looking at it actually makes it twitch more.
“Big and pierced for her pleasure. Now that’s what I like to see,” she says, eyeing my reverse Prince Albert.
“No one asked your opinion.”
She harshly flicks my shaft with her fingers. “I don’t need to be asked. It’s the only thing I dish out free of charge, Mr. Foley. The rest you’re gonna have to pay for.”
She slowly steps backward while admiring her own work like a crazed woman after ripping up my clothes.
“You know, I can’t resist a boy all tied up.”
What the fuck is she planning to do with me?
I scoot forward in my chair, but she pushes me back with the tip of her high-heeled toe. “Stay there like a good boy and watch.”
She picks up a bag she dropped on the floor in my bedroom and kicks it toward us, then goes to her knees to rummage through it.
I sneak closer and closer, but without even looking up at me, she mutters, “If you move even one more inch, I will shove this into your mouth.”
She lifts a giant, fleshy dong out of the bag, and I gulp in place.
Holy fuck.
Her hands are still going through that bag like she’s pulling out things to play with until she finally finds a smaller dildo, and a wide smirk forms on her face. “This’ll do.”
“For what?” I ask.
“You’ll see.” She approaches the small table behind my couch and pauses to look at me with a seductive gaze as her tongue dips out to lick the bottom of the toy. I’d be lying if I said my dick didn’t twitch in response.
She whacks it down onto the table until it’s got a firm hold, then brings her hand to the zipper near her belly.
“You know what the fun part is about this outfit? Two zippers.”
ZIP!
She rips open the zipper between her legs, and her naked slickness is on full display. My mouth immediately waters against my will.
“And I can make any man want to beg.”