useless because he easily overpowered me. With both of my ankles now secured, my legs were wide opened.
I’d never felt more exposed in my life. I felt as if I were in a crazy version of a bad premium cable television movie.
Again he stared, sliding his gaze along each inch of my skin. The instinct to fight was strong but pointless. The only thing I could do was to appeal to whatever shred of decency he may have left in him. “Nick, please let me go. This isn’t you. I’m sorry for leaving the house, and it won’t happen again. This is not funny.”
“You’re right. This isn’t funny. Never has been. Do you know why I’m doing this?”
“Because you’re a big bully?” I figured no matter what I said he’d punish me anyway, so I said what was on my mind.
A sadistic smile curved his lips. “Sweetheart you don’t know the definition of the word bully. What you call bullying, I call payback. You see, when this is all over, you’re going to learn that you can’t manipulate people for your own personal gain without consequences. You’re going to learn how it feels to be at someone’s mercy, begging, pleading, and maybe just maybe receiving it. Or maybe not.”
“I never manipulated anyone.”
“Lying has become second nature to you. I bet you actually believe it, don’t you? Kind of like you’re lying to yourself that you don’t want this. Not only am I going to prove that you do indeed want this, but I’m going to make you beg for it. I’m not going to let you cum until you do.”
“I will never beg you. You disgust me.” I may not have been able to do much with my hands and feet restricted, but there was one way I could still fight him: resistance. I wouldn’t give in to him no matter what. My pride was all I had left.”
“I thought you’d say that. But I have some things that might change your mind.” As he spoke, he lifted the shirt over his head and tossed it aside revealing his toned chest liberally sprinkled with dark brown hair.
I bit the inside of my lip willing myself to remain strong. This was nothing I hadn’t already seen before. Nick was an excellent lover, the best I’d ever had in fact, not that I had a lot of experience. I’d only had a couple of lovers in college, but the sex was so uninspired I believed I was the problem until I met Nick who managed to make my body do things I didn’t think it was capable of.
But this wasn’t my Nick, not the loving man I once knew. This demon was on a mission to destroy me, and the truth was, he just might.
Nick retrieved a bowl on the nightstand. He must have put it there when he’d taken my door down. He pulled out a cube of ice.
“Don’t,” I whimpered as old memories came flooding back.
A smirk curved his lips. “So you remember. That one time we played with ice, your body got so heated that the ice melted as soon as it touched your skin. You loved every second of it, didn’t you.” He sat on the bed next to me.
I refused to answer because if he forced me to think about the time when I was head-over-heels in love with him, I would cry, and he couldn’t have my tears.
“You don’t have to answer. I see that you do. Those cute little whimpers you made when I did this...” He circled my lips with the ice and then slid it into my mouth.
In an act of defiance, I spit it back it at him.
Instead of angering him, however, he actually grinned. But there was no amusement in that smile. There was something sinister and dangerous about it that made me shiver.
“Naughty girl. No worries. I have something for filthy little sluts who like to spit.” Nick slid off the bed, but he didn’t get far. He rummaged through a black plastic bag and pulled out what looked like a leather necklace with a red ball in the center. It took me a moment to realize what it was. “Don’t you dare?”
He returned to the bed and dangled the contraption in my face. “Seems you don’t have a choice in the matter, Francesca.”
“I didn’t realize you were into this kind of thing.”
“I didn’t either, but while I was lying on my back after you kicked me down the