Blood Red (33 page)

“I imagine from one deep thrust into your sex, you would come. Do you crave release, Red? Do you want it above all else?”

He knelt down in front of her. His face was level with her belly. She could feel his hot breath brush against her skin. Her breathing labored and she closed her eyes. The exquisite torture was driving her mad. She could no longer watch as he did—or did not do —what she so desperately desired.

With one finger, Drake parted her. She was slick with lust. He rubbed his finger back and forth across her cleft.

Red groaned at the subtle movements. She wanted to grind her pelvis onto his hand to ease her pain. But she could still not move. She was frozen in place.

Unable to stop him from touching or not touching her. She was open and vulnerable. Dripping wet with lust. She had never been so blatantly exposed to anyone before. It was a feeling she tried desperately not to crave. But did anyway.

Drake continued to manipulate her. He rubbed harder and faster. He stopped briefly at her most sensitive spot and pinched it between his fingers.

Red gasped again.

He continued to rub, then slid his long finger deep inside her. He pushed up, digging deeper. He slid another finger inside. He swirled them around, feeling every inch of her velvety flesh. She could feel her flesh contracting around his hand. He pulled his fingers out.

He sat back on his haunches, looking up at Red, and brought his fingers to his mouth. He inserted 64

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them and licked them clean with slow and deliberate movements.

Red watched him. She wanted to beg him to use that tongue on her. To lick her clean. To burrow into her. To nip and tug at her clit. To violently rip her release from her.

He stood up, leaned close to her face and covered her mouth with his own. She tasted her lust on his lips and tongue. He pulled back and looked deep into her eyes, cradling her cheek in his hand.

“Guards!”

Red’s eyes went wide with shock.

“Sorry, my dear. You shall not have your climax.

That is your punishment. To be driven to the edge, but never to go over. Eventually you will beg me to end your suffering, but you will have to tell me what I want to know.”

Two beefy guards burst into the room. They both sneered when they saw Red’s state.

“Give her a shower, she stinks of her sex. Then hang her out to dry.”

The guards picked up her shackles and bound her wrists and ankles again. They leered at her nakedness openly.

“She’s got a nice round ass,” one of them commented.

Drake grinned. “She certainly does.”

Red gathered the saliva in her mouth and spat at Drake, hitting him on the chin. “I will never beg.”

He wiped the spittle away. “We shall see. Take her away.” He waved his hand in front of her.

Red’s arms dropped. She collapsed as her knees 65