Beautiful Tears (Enemies to Lovers - Dark Romance Book 1), page 10
Initially his fingers did little more than flutter around my sex. Those light little touches were incredibly annoying because I wanted more - so much more. My whole body was throbbing with need, in part due to Brandt's closeness, and also because of the spanking. Bizarrely enough those firm smacks seemed to have rewired my undercarriage because all I wanted to do was hump his leg. What was wrong with me? Ha! I knew exactly what was wrong with me, and I was yet to find a cure.
"Are you wet for me, Little Thief?"
Hopefully he didn't expect me to answer that. Nothing intelligible was coming out of my mouth for the time being. Anyway, I was wriggling like a demented caterpillar in his lap, so that should have been answer enough.
After his fingers had teased my entrance for what seemed like forever and a very long century to boot, he pushed a finger inside me. Hallelujah! Except it wasn't what I'd been hoping for. It was just the tip of his finger, and he dipped it inside me again and again until I was panting with need.
"When you're close to coming, move your feet or shake your head. That's your signal to stop me. If you come without permission on my watch, I promise you I will make your life hell on wheels. Do. You. Understand. Me. Harper?" Those last words were bitten out with terrifying venom, and there was no way I was going to test him on them. So I nodded.
"Good. I don't think you could take another spanking today."
My ass was still swearing about his earlier treatment, but it paled in comparison to what other parts were doing right now. My insides were beginning to churn, my pulse rate had ratcheted up to near marathon-like levels, and my hormones, well, they were off the damn scale. It was as if someone had turned me inside out and hung me upside down. A thousand butterflies were wriggling inside me, and the persistent fluttering of their wings was a drug more dangerous than heroin.
Finally, he buried his finger in me up to the hilt. It felt so good I moaned long and hard. The damn man laughed.
"Desire is a fickle thing, Harper. You might like me now, but in less than half an hour you will detest me with every fibre of your being." I wasn't entirely sure about that. As much as I might want to hate him, actually being able to do it was another thing entirely. But five years is a long time. If he wanted to make me hate him I daresay he could - eventually.
The finger inside me began to move - a slow, slippery dance that had me gasping. One finger became two, two fingers became three, and before I knew what was happening the tempo had increased and I was humping his leg. There was no stopping them; my body was just doing what it was programmed to do. Up, and up, and up I flew, higher and higher. I could feel everything tightening, hardening, and getting ready for a mass explosion.
Somehow, through all that madness, I managed to wiggle my feet. Don't ask me how I did it, because it took almost more willpower than I had, but I'd done what he'd asked of me. Heaving through my gag, dragging in great gulps of air through my nose, I nearly wailed in despair when his fingers stopped instantly. The pain of being denied that kind of release was almost too much to bear.
"Good girl. It's nice to see that you can do as you're told. Maybe you won't have to spend your whole time here in shackles and chains. Mind you, it's early days yet. You've still got two to do, haven't you?"
I didn't want to think about that. My head was awash with misery and throbbing in pain, albeit a different kind of pain than the one the spanking had produced. It was hard to say which one was worse.
To calm me down he went back to his circling. Around and around his hand went, caressing my butt, easing one type of throb while making the other worse. All I could do was breathe and endure. In and out, deep, comforting breaths, as slowly but surely the painful ebb of desire began to flow out of me.
Brandt was in no hurry to get started on near orgasm number two. He was very content to stroke my back and the insides of my legs for what felt like an age before he slowly began to move back up to the apex between my thighs. I was trembling before he got halfway. It was a good job the bulk of my weight was supported on his knees, else I'd be flat on my face. Mind you, that might be preferable to where I was going to go.
"Ready to start again, Little Thief?"
Staring sullenly down at the concrete floor beneath me, I tried to make patterns out of the grit and dirt. Anything to keep my mind off what he was about to do. It wasn't the easiest game, and I didn't have a great deal to work with, but I was going to give it my best shot. I could fight this. I could beat the treacherous tide of rising desire, stamp it back down again, and remain utterly impervious to his touch. In whose fantasy land? Yours? Not likely.
Brandt wasn't waiting for an answer. His fingers swept down between my legs with even more enthusiasm than before, and I knew within the first two seconds that I was doomed to failure. My hips were already greedily bucking upwards to his touch, and my clit instantly surged to life, like a lily pad blooming on a hot summer's day. It was hungry, I was hungry, and we both demanded his attention using every trick in the book.
There were moans and groans, the grinding of hips, whimpers and desperate undulations of desire. Basically, I was trying to hump his leg, but he was having none of it. If I got carried away my ass got slapped firmly, and the resulting sting was enough to calm me down for a minute or two.
"Jesus, Harper, your body is so responsive. I swear you'd fucking fly given half a chance." Brandt sounded shocked, but it was nothing I hadn't already figured out. Whenever he was near me my body went into spontaneous combustion mode with minimal provocation, and the longer I seemed to be around him, the worse it got. This time, as soon as his fingers were inside me, I nearly shot up towards the roof. My breath was stuck solidly in my body, heavy and swollen with lust, and all I wanted to do was let go.
"Move those feet, Harper. If you climax without my permission you won't be able to sit on your ass for a week. That's a promise, by the way."
At first I disregarded his words. My body didn't want to hear them, so we completely ignored them. There was only one thing on my mind, and no one was going to distract me from my purpose.
Suddenly a loud slap rang down across my ass, making me bleat in agony.
"Harper! Move those feet or I'll spank you until you do." He was as good as his word. Spanks flew down, not curbing the agony of unspent desire in the slightest, just adding to it, in a tumultuous and almost monstrous intensity.
Squealing through my gag, I managed to waggle my feet almost right on the precipice of climaxing. The bastard stopped instantly, almost as if he had a sixth sense, and my clit pulsed painfully once, twice, and then settled down to a miserable and agonising throb.
My whole body was trembling from head to toe, and on a knife-edge. The slightest flutter of his fingertips would send me over. There was no way I would make it past round three. My clit was so revved up it felt like a Ferrari; one little press of the gas and it would shoot off at two hundred miles an hour.
When Brandt began rubbing my ass again I wanted to scream. Unfortunately, that would be a complete waste of my limited oxygen supply, so somehow I managed to keep it inside me.
"From now on in, you will eat everything I put in front of you. Nod your head if you understand." There was another squeeze of my ass and a playful tap. I nodded woodenly. There wasn't a lot else I could do.
"I don't care if you don't like the food, you will eat it. You look as if a stiff wind would blow you over at the moment, and you're so damn frail I'm afraid I might break you. Why you want to be so thin is beyond me, but it will not continue under my roof. You will eat, or there will be consequences. This one will be mild in comparison to the next one if you continue to defy me. Do you understand?"
Another nod followed, even less enthusiastic than the last. It looked like my existence was back to being miserable. If I ate all the food he'd left me I'd be violently sick, and I guessed he'd probably punish me for that too.
"Don't test me, Harper. I mean what I say." His fingers closed around my clit and squeezed cruelly. Immediately struggling in his lap, his elbow crashed into my back, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
"That dampened your ardour somewhat?" He released his bruising grip, but instead of being cowed in submission my clitoris was hungry for more of the same. If my body hadn't already been clamouring for attention, now it was on its knees begging for more of the same. I wanted to put my head in my hands and weep.
"Time for round number three, Harper. Remember to move those feet at the right time, or there will be consequences."
Consequences, consequences... everything I did had consequences.
Brandt didn't mess about this time. He went straight in for the kill with both hands, and they were everywhere at once. Forking his middle and index fingers he brushed up and down my clit, in between the delicate petals of my labia. Desire spread slick and fast, all through my body, and its call was hot and heavy. Trying desperately hard to think of anything but sex I concentrated on the floor again, and the mess my drool was making upon it. A steady stream began to flow from my lips, heading towards the concrete in long, almost elasticated strings that bounced with each thrust of my hips.
My mind was mush, and it was all his fault. Thoughts swam in my head, faster and faster, almost in line with the desperate, burning pulse of my body. How long would he keep me here? Would he grow bored of trying to get me to confess? Would someone find me eventually? Would he fuck me? Did I want him to fuck me? Oh God, I think the answer to that question was yes.
Four fingers filled my pussy, stretching me wider and wider until the feeling of being completely filled was almost overwhelming. The contact on my clit disappeared almost entirely during this time, making me a needy, wanton mess. Brandt thrust inside me countless times before he spoke, but by then I was almost insensible. All I could think about was getting what I needed, and wondering what I could do to make it happen.
"Before the week is out you're going to be begging me to let you come, Little Thief. This is day one, and already you're grinding your hips against me, practically offering yourself to be taken. Imagine what you'll do after a week of this." His voice was rough and gravelly, and the sound did funny things to me. A week? Did he intend to torment me like this for a week? The horror of that thought drained right through me.
"Of course, there's always the possibility it could be more than a week. If you displease me it could be months or years." His fingers began moving upwards, searching for the other secret place he'd found yesterday, and I felt my body coiling up tightly, as if afraid to move a muscle.
"Right now I'm guessing you think it won't be a problem. As soon as I leave you'll be able to pleasure yourself silly, right?"
I hadn't thought any such thing, but I confess the idea would probably have come to me sooner rather than later. As his fingers circled my other, much tighter hole, I moaned. Did I want his fingers inside me there? The sad fact of the matter was that I did, desperately, and anywhere else he cared to insert them.
"Wrong, Harper. This room is rigged with cameras. You even think of touching yourself and I'll be down here like a shot. I'll pin you to the wall, hands above your head, legs spread wide open, and deliver punishments, one after the other until I think you've learned your lesson. Your pleasure is mine now, and I don't intend to be generous with you. I had to learn the hard way, and so you'll have to learn the hard way." He began to press his index finger against my sphincter, and my body had barely enough energy to fight him.
"Relax, Harper. It's worse if you tense. Trust me. That's something else I discovered in prison, thanks to you." His words were blunt and biting, but his finger at my entrance remained gentle, pushing through the tight ring of muscle until eventually I opened up and let him inside. All the anger I was feeling left me and gradually ebbed away until there was almost nothing left.
"That's it... just relax... let me in..."
As if I had any choice. Before I knew what was happening he was gently thrusting inside me, one finger inside my ass, his thumb on my clit, and if I thought I was aroused before, then this was something else.
"A little bit of pain tempers arousal, Harper. I can work your clit much longer doing this, and you still won't come. But when you do eventually make it past that annoying ache the orgasm is all the sweeter for it. Not that you'll be finding out anytime soon."
My eyes were rolling. If Brandt wanted me to beg I would have got down on my knees and licked his shoes. My whole body was vibrating with lust, and the painful drumbeat going through my body just got worse with each second he continued.
"Getting ready to move those feet, Harper?" His fingers became firmer and more insistent, almost as if they were trying to get me in trouble. Did he want me to fail? It wouldn't have surprised me.
Spiralling up and up, coils of desire running endless rings around my body, I wondered how long I could take being pinned to the wall. How long would he leave me there? And what sort of punishment would result? If this was a mild one in his estimation, it probably wasn't a good idea to test the theory, but my poor body demanded otherwise. Just give in, it whispered. You've come too far now to back out at the last minute. I was inclined to agree. Besides, I was barely capable of moving my feet now. Every limb had turned to liquid, and my whole body felt like a blancmange on a washing machine spin cycle.
"Move those feet, Harper."
I could barely summon up enough energy to breathe, let alone do anything else.
Tighter and tighter he wound my body until I was sure I would shatter and see stars. The moment loomed closer and closer, his fingers faster and faster, harder and harder, until he suddenly stopped and gave my backside an almighty slap. The agony of being denied a third time was so unbearable I began to sob.
"Oh dear. What a naughty, naughty girl you are. That greedy little body of yours isn't getting what it wants until I say so." Pushing me off his lap he left me in a tangled heap on the floor, still sobbing my heart out as he got to his feet. Looking down at me, the expression he wore was one of distaste.
"Up, Harper. On your knees."
When I didn't comply he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me upright. He didn't let go until I was on my knees, my back curled upwards in a painful arch.
"Looks to me like it will be a long time before you earn yourself an orgasm, Little Thief. I'd get used to disappointment if I were you." When he let my hair go I sighed in relief, but the sound was short-lived. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his set of keys and locating the smallest one, began to unfasten my handcuffs only to refasten them behind my back.
"Listen up. I'm going to remove the gag. You will not say a word, or I will put it straight back in. Do you understand?" His blue eyes were storm-dark and streaked with lightning, and his mouth was a cruel line. I nodded, stifling my cries, wondering what the madman was about to do next.
"You will sit there with your mouth wide open for the next ten minutes as I feed you all the food I've just brought you. At least this way I'll know you've eaten. If I have to do this every day for the next five years, Harper, you're going to have a very sore ass."
He walked behind me to unfasten the leather straps of the gag, and I winced as some strands of hair got tangled in his punishing fingers. Gentle Brandt had left the building. In his place was a fire-breathing dragon, and one I didn't want to mess with. When he pulled the gag free of my mouth with a sucking pop I gratefully breathed in great gulps of air.
"Mouth open wide, Harper," he barked at me, as he quickly retrieved the tray he'd left earlier. I didn't even think of disobeying him.
The sandwich was the first thing he got hold of, and he broke it into small bite-sized pieces. He fed them to me patiently, one at a time, giving me words of encouragement along the way. I barely heard him. My body felt as if the fires of hell had seared it, and my singed skin was still smoking. To make matters worse, my jaw ached from having worn the gag, and chewing quickly became a monotonous experience. To add insult to injury the sandwich tasted like sawdust because the adrenaline thundering through my veins had no time for mundane things like eating.
He fed me all of it, the cheese portion, and then the banana. I wondered briefly if he'd ram the thing down my throat, but no, he peeled it neatly and then broke it into bite-sized chunks. When all the food had disappeared from the tray I breathed a sigh of relief. Already feeling nauseous, I didn't think I could have managed another bite.
"Good girl. Wait there." Brandt patted me on the head like a dog and then left me kneeling on the floor as the door to my cell clanged shut. He didn't forget to lock it, although I'd have been the first to admit I was going nowhere. As his footsteps finally went out of air-shot I drew in a long slow breath. At the moment he wasn't the crazy madman I feared, but that would change as I continued to withhold what he wanted. This would be a delicate dance of willpower until someone snapped; either Brandt in a temper, or me in mind or body.
Moving from knee to knee, to try and increase the circulation through my dead limbs, I tipped my neck from side to side. I felt stiff as a board. The benefits of a crap night's sleep and a rock-hard bed. But even though the bed was terrible, as soon as he was out of my hair I was going to curl up and sleep for as long as I could. Every day I remained under his roof would get worse, and I was going to need some sleep if I intended to get out of here. The only thing I wanted right now was the sight of his back retreating into the distance. I would have to hope he had a busy day planned and that most of it didn't include me.
When footsteps began to descend again I started praying, but it made no difference. There he was, with yet another tray in hand. Oh God, not more food. If he wanted me to eat anything else I'd be sick.
He set the tray on the floor and opened the door. Shoving the keys back in his pocket he picked it back up and strode to the bed, setting it down carefully before taking a seat.
