Twisted - Esme Devlin Page 0,74
He always has to twist the knife.
“I promise it is smaller than me. Considerably smaller,” he adds.
That doesn’t make me feel any better when the shaft of the pole slides inside me. It’s cold and hard. There is practically no resistance now, not after he came inside me, but that doesn’t stop the ache. The feeling of fullness.
He goes in at an angle because even with the added height, there’s not enough room between the floor and his target. Then at the last moment, he lifts me slightly and straightens the thing, letting the base of it rest on the floor.
I hold my breath. I can’t get over how foreign this feels.
“Step down,” he says.
I shake my head frantically. “No.”
“Oh, but you must,” he whispers softly.
“I can’t,” I beg him. “It’s too much. I swear it’s too much.”
He sighs. “Well… I can’t very well adjust it with you standing on me, can I, silly girl?”
I swallow, trying to control myself.
The moment I step off him, I feel it pressing against my cervix.
I want to scream.
I want to run.
I understand now exactly what he meant when he called it a prison. Even if my hands weren’t strapped to the bed, I wouldn’t be able to get off it. Not without him lifting me.
He’s still staring, watching my reactions. “Please,” I breathe. “Please fix it.”
With another sigh, he crouches down and the thing twists inside me. He gives me nowhere near an inch, and I’m still on the tips of my toes.
“More.”
He stands. “No.”
Another sob escapes, and he tilts my chin up. “You look so pretty when you cry. I should have made you put the makeup on. I would have so loved to watch you ruin yourself.”
I don’t even bother trying to shake my head out of his hands. What the fuck is the point? I close my eyes. “You’re sick.”
“I know,” he says. “I know. I think there is a small part of you that enjoys my sickness, though. Else you wouldn’t tempt me so. Would you like me to make it better?”
My eyes open at that. I try not to let myself get my hopes up. A trick? Probably. And if not a trick then at least a bargain. “What will that cost me?”
He chuckles and rubs my cheek tenderly. “I would only have you beg for it.”
I let out the breath I’m holding.
He wants me to beg.
It sounds like nothing, but when my pride is the thing he covets most… when it’s the only thing I have left…
“Please.”
He leans in close to my ear. “Try again, sweet girl.”
“Please!”
“Oh, all right! If you insist.” He flicks his head dramatically and claps his hands together. Instantly, I panic. That was too easy. I wasn’t even begging, not really. I was working myself up to it.
Far too easy.
And just as I suspected, he doesn’t bend down and take the thing away. He crosses the room again, back to that dark corner, and I wonder what fresh hell he is about to unleash on me now.
When he returns, he’s carrying a roll of duct tape in one hand and a long object with a ball shape on the end. “What is that?”
He holds the duct tape up.
Of course he does.
“Not that!”
“Oh, you mean this?” He looks at his other hand. “A vibrator.”
I narrow my eyes at him. I’ve never seen one before.
They’re like unicorns.
In fact, when Pearl claimed one of her clients used one on her, we all called her bluff. She said it was simultaneously the best and worst thing she’d ever experienced.
We said it was a fairy story.
“No one has those.”
He shrugs. “China does. They cost an arm and a leg, but as you now know, I have many arms and many legs at my disposal.”
He bends down again and pushes my legs apart, causing the pole to bash against my cervix. I whimper and he doesn’t even look up. He doesn’t stop until the thing is secured against me.
As soon as he’s done, I close my legs, making myself a fraction taller and relieving some of the pressure.
Baron straightens directly in front of me. “Look at me,” he says.
I look straight ahead at his chest.
He forces my head up at an angle and my eyes meet his mask. “I want to watch you.”
His words take me back to his earlier confession. The thing that started everything. I can feel my bottom lip trembling.
“I want to watch you while you fall apart.”
He leans down and presses a button… flicks a