Snare (Delirious book 1) (17 page)

“Yes … yes, Mister Brand,” I huff, my pussy clenching.

“I know you do. You enjoy the pain as much as I enjoy giving it to you.” He leans in closer to my ear. “I could make you come without even touching your pussy.”

My lips shudder, taking in a short gasp. He chuckles, probably from the obvious power he has over me.

I hear him squat. A sudden hand on my belly instills my body with warmth as he pulls down my panties in one go. He places a small, damp peck on my inner thigh, filling me with wantonness.

“Hmmm … much better without the panties. I prefer this sight of your beautiful, naked pussy.” I don’t need to see him grin to know he is. I can tell from the way he says the words. So dirty. God, I love it. I’m naked, completely at his mercy, but I’m not ashamed at all.

Until he opens his mouth. “It’s too beautiful for me to enjoy alone.”

“What?”

He gives my inner leg a slap, causing me to squeal. “Did I say you could talk?”

“No, Mister Brand, but you just said―”

“I know you heard what I said. You have such a magnificent body. For this one night, I shall enjoy it thoroughly. Me and all the others.”

Accompanying song:
“The Dog is Black” by Unkle (dial:molotov remix)

“No …” I whisper, tears building in my eyes. I struggle to keep my hands on my head. I want to run, run, run, run!

“Stay put.” The knife pushes against my back, making me suddenly aware of the fact that I am in a dangerous position right now. He has all the power, a knife that could slice me in half, and he can do with me as he pleases. Even let other men abuse me … No.

“Please …” I whimper, aware of the fact that Sebastian might not be the only one looking at my naked body.

“Don’t worry, Miss Carrigan. Nobody is going to hurt you if you listen and do as you are asked.”

“I don’t want anyone but you, Mister Brand,” I say, terror making my body tremble.

“Good … you should be doing
everything
for me.”

“I thought this was just you and me,” I say.

“Did I say we were alone?”

“I assumed we were.”

“You should never assume, Miss Carrigan.”

He walks away and the deafening silence left behind is overbearing. All-consuming. Tearing me apart.

“Get down on your knees.”

His voice echoes in this room, coming from left, or right … I can’t tell. He’s further away than I thought, and it scares the living hell out of me, because it means this room is
big.
Where am I? What’s in here? Are there really people in here, watching me? Will he really do this to me?

“Did you not hear me, Miss? Get. Down. On. Your. Knees.”

Swallowing away the lump in my throat, I go to my knees and sit down on the back of my heels.

“Down. Your head should be touching the ground, Miss Carrigan.”

Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them away as I perch myself up and lower my head. My ass is pointing toward the ceiling. Bare. Butt naked. For God knows who to see.

I feel violated.

Like I’ve just been skewered with that very knife he threatens me with.

Who is this man? What has he become? Is this who he’s really been all along, or is this just another test?

“Hands under your body. Spread your legs.”

I have to think about it for a second, but when I realize what he wants me to do, I shiver. My hands reach between my legs. I know whomever is watching me can see my open pussy pointed straight at them.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself wet.” Sebastian’s voice seethes with bitterness. I feel empty, devoid of emotion, as I slide my fingers up and down my pussy. I try not to think about anything because I’m afraid it will push me over the edge. I can’t run. I can’t hide. The knife in his hand holds all the power. In this moment in time, I’m not even sure he would spare me.

Such a turnaround—I once believed I could trust him and that he was my savior.

Now, I’m not so sure anymore.

I work on my pussy and my clit, circling and slipping until I feel it thump under my hand. I don’t want it to, but my body reacts to my touch. I hear the sound of wood scraping along the floor. My senses go on high alert. Something is positioned close to my ass, but I keep going, not wanting to anger him. I know that to survive I must do what’s asked of me, even if it is against my own will.

“Such a nice, round ass,” Sebastian says. He’s seated right behind me, I can hear it. “It is a sight to admire. Especially when you’re making yourself nice and wet for me.”

I don’t respond, flicking my fingers along my clit, trying not to get aroused. It’s too late.

He chuckles. “Are you enjoying yourself, Miss Carrigan?”

“No.”

“You should be. I am. I enjoy watching your fingers being coated in your wetness. I wonder how much wetter it can get. How much restraint do you think I have, Miss Carrigan? Watching you like this makes me hard … so hard I could fuck you until you’d scream my name in pleasure while I fill you with my cum.”

I swallow away the hotness that fills my throat, the sudden urge to come overpowering me. I will it all away. When I say nothing, a hard, hot whack against my ass makes me shriek. In my panic, I shoot up, but a foot on my back pushes me back down again. “Stay down. I didn’t say you could get up.”

“Please, don’t do this,” I say.

“But this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? My need for you? My hunger?” he huffs. “Well, you have it now, Miss. I hunger to see your pussy drip as you fuck yourself with your fingers. I desire to see your aching red ass as you fall apart before me, clenching your own pussy with wantonness, begging for a cock. Oh, yes, I will have what I need.”

I suck in a short breath, gathering courage. “What do you need, Mister Brand? Is it my dignity? My humanity? Do you thrive on seeing me humiliated?”

He laughs. “I thrive on your fear, Miss. Haven’t I told you that? Fear is what will push you away from me, which is exactly what I told you I wanted from the beginning. Now … I demand to watch you come like you saw me come in the library, Miss. You owe that to me.”

“You did that to yourself. I was merely there. It wasn’t my fault you did that in public. I owe you nothing.”

“Technically, you do. Remember that money?”

“Fuck you!” I spit out in a fit of rage. I don’t often swear, but he deserves it. “You
gave
that to me.”

Whack.
Another painful hit on my ass. I hiss from the sizzle. It doesn’t hurt as much as it is arousing. I hate that.

“Behave, Miss Carrigan … I’ll give you plenty more if you do as you’re told.”

“After I’ve let you hit me, you mean.”

“This is a disciplinarian tool, Miss Carrigan. I use it to teach you a lesson.”

“Which is?”

“That if you disobey me, there are consequences. You thought I would go easy on you? Think again. I am not here to be your toy, Miss Carrigan. I will not be what you ask of me. I will show you what I take and give in return. You will be begging me to stop, and then you will realize how futile your search has been.
That
is what you should learn.”

“No …”

“Yes!”

Whatever he’s using to whip me comes down on my ass again. It hurts, so damn bad … and yet I can’t do anything about it. I feel powerless. And fearful. And so damn turned on … I don’t know what to do with it all.

“Now, since you were so keen on watching me come, I figured I’d do the same for you. You will come when I say. And maybe … if you beg me … I’ll give you my cum, as well.”

“You’re cruel,” I mutter, fighting the tears.

“Be glad that is all you’re seeing.”

I don’t know what to make of that comment. I couldn’t possibly see how it could get any worse than this.

“Now fuck yourself. Stick those fingers in your pussy and make it nice and wet. Make me hard, Miss Carrigan.”

Closing my eyes, I do as he says. I flick my nub and caress my pussy, trying to concentrate on the feeling instead of the possibility that there are men watching me. I don’t know how many there are … if any … but it’s not something I want to think about right now. I feel humiliated and betrayed, and I know this is exactly what he wants me to feel. This is his way of pushing me away. He’s challenging me, trying to force me to hate him. I refuse to give him that pleasure.

So I continue to stroke myself. It’s then that I hear a zipper opening.

“Do you hear that, Miss? It’s the sound of my cock being pleased by the sight of you. This is a very nice show you’re putting on here.”

I sigh as I work myself. This position is hard to maintain, with my head on the floor and my hands between my legs. There is no way for me to breathe properly, especially not through this mask. Air is precious and I feel like I’m partially out of it as I come closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. It’s strange, knowing that there may be a bunch of dirty old men watching me right now, stroking their cocks as I pleasure myself. I feel dirty. So dirty. So … freakish. I’ve never felt this way before.

A sharp object pokes me in the ass, jolting my realization of the injuries he could inflict with it. I am vulnerable. I am being used. I agreed to come here. This is what
he
wants, but is this really what I want?

He sucks in a short breath. “I love seeing a blade caress a woman’s body. It’s such an exquisite sight, knowing that it could hurt and give pleasure at the same time. This knife reminds me that the power I have over you could easily mean your end. Do you think I would do that?”

“No, Mister Brand,” I say.

Something forces its way into my pussy. I squeal. Pain is everywhere. In me. In my head. At first, I think it is the blade. Then it starts to move, and I realize it’s actually his finger.

He intentionally made me think he stuck the blade in me. How brutal.

“Does my finger surprise you?”

“Yes …”

“I like playing games with your mind.”

“I know you do,” I scoff.

“Did you honestly think I would stab you with a knife? In your pussy?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore …”

“Keep that pussy slick and you won’t need to think. That is not your job. Your job is to trust me. Unconditionally. To listen and obey.”

“I do.”

“You don’t,” he snaps. “Otherwise you would’ve stayed away when I told you so.”

“Sorry, Mister Brand.”

He’s quiet for a while, thrusting his finger in and out of my pussy. I can hear him flick his own cock; the sound it makes is riveting.

“Hmmm … I feel your wetness. You respond so well to domination. It’s a shame I can’t enjoy it any longer than tonight.” He takes his finger out of my pussy and smears it on my ass.

I growl but still continue. I’m not happy with this, how he lets other men watch me do this. How he could share me, as if I mean nothing to him.

“Yes, Miss Carrigan. Be angry with me. Loathe me. Trust me when I say it’s better than wanting to be with me. After all … who would want to be with a man this careless with what he owns?”