Chapter 7 007

LEILA

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His legs near the bed end, a smirk playing on his lips making a curve, it isn't just scary, it's like a punch to the guts that steals everything and the breath in my lungs.

He knows exactly how much it's messing with me, and the worst part is that his eyes are like glass with no emotions behind them at all just a sitting hatred.

It send a fresh wave of fear washing over me.

I grip the bed, the velvet suddenly feeling too soft way too luxurious for this whole messed up situation.

My knuckles feel so white, I don't need to look with my breath feeling stuck, like there isn't enough air in this room.

The play knife is glinting in his hand like a promise of something terrible about to happen, I can see his pants been stretched tight, his crotch growing harder, my eyes widens but darts away before he catches them but I can see see it in my head.

His goes back a little looking like he was studying me, I just stayed there like a statue while I stared, shaking within, I know I'm doomed but maybe a little hope.

He isn't going to do this, I had to tell myself, I'm his sister, not something he would ever think of maybe all of this is just to play with me.

My heart is pounding so hard making me feel like it might leap out of my chest and back on the bed, the white bed sheet, a stain at least.

He puts his hand as he drags me forward and then the play knife practically breathing against the delicate lace of my garter.

God, I can't move even if my life depends on it, cuffed like some kind of offering.

His eyes are so dark that they look bottomless as they just stare into mine, like he's looking right through me, seeing all the fear and maybe even what I'm trying to hide, all of this for my mother.

The thought of how she feels currently and if the situation of things had gotten to her makes the air feel heavy, making my head beat and I could feel the hot tears about to pour out.

He doesn't say a damn thing, but the air in the room still feels same. That heavy electric feeling that anything can happen right now and right here.

And probably will.

The tip of the play knife just barely touches the lace of what I'm wearing and I swear I feel a tiny thread snap, right along with my last nerve.

His other hand, the one not holding anything reaches out as his finger, just the very tips at first trails lightly along the inside of my thighs, just above the lace.

It is like a jolt of pure voltage.

The touch.

Wrong, so wrong sending shivers down my spine but...my skin still prickles, alive and way too aware.

I try to shift to pull away even an inch, but the damn cuff holds me firm, a reminder of who is calling the shots in this fucked up game.

"You're mine now" his voice like a growl as it vibrates right through me, making my skin crawl as I try shifting back, At least he wasn't gagging me or putting the tape on me yet. "Everything you see?"

His finger trace a slow deliberate line higher up my thighs, sending a fresh wave of heat rushing through me as my face starts changing, a shameful response I can't control.

"Mine" he leans further "everything you touch?" He pauses, his gaze dropping to my lips for a fleeting second, a hint of something unreadable in his dark eyes.

"Mine. Everything you think..." his finger slides a little higher, closer to where I don't want them to go, but also that confusing pull is there.

He leans in, his breath hot against my ear, making the tiny hair there stand on end.

"You look where I say" his voice is a rumble all possessive and absolute with nothing for me to say, I stay put, trying to decipher every word and action.

"You go where I allow you to go, what I want you to be dressed and and nowhere else" and then his tongue, a quick hot flick traces the line of my jaw sending this shove all the way down to my toes, and his hand, higher now with those fingers teasing dangerously close.

My eyes closing to the feel of it, at the same time my heart skips.

He pulls back just a fraction, the play knife still there as a constant silent threat.

He dips his finger into the small box pick a cube, fixing one between his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine, the ice cube so clear.

It looks so out of place, all pure and cold in this red hell.

Slowly as he'll be drags it down my leg, right over that super sensitive skin on my inner thighs where his finger have just been.

It is like a shock, a jolt that makes me gasp my breathing hooking in my throat, my nipples becoming so tight they ache.

The throb down there appears again, stronger than earlier today, a messed up confusing mix of fear and raw undeniable desire not for him.

Something that makes me hate myself a little, seeing how much my body is responding to every bit of what's happening.

"Dam..ien" his name like a hot tea at the back of my throat as I move shaking. He shoots a dark stare at me like I just distracted what he was doing.

"You speak when I say you can" the ice still held firmly between his teeth, his word slightly slurred but still perfectly understandable.

He drops the ice on my pant as he the melting water off his lips, his dark eyes holding mine captive, like i am the only thing in this damn room.

The he leans down again, and his tongue trails a slow deliberate line up my calf as the ice melts further, the water soaking and dripping in.

It feels so wrong and yet my skin is alive with every nerve ending screaming.