Tormented

“Problem is, I don’t believe you. And the longer you hold out, the more significant your information must be. I’d say whatever it is you know must be pretty juicy. Were De Reyes and Chang lovers?”

“How the hell would I know?”

“You tell me.”

She let out a frustrated growl, then cried out when he snapped the flogger against her rear.

“Is this what you want on your conscience?” she tried. “The torture of an innocent victim?”

“You’re not innocent, pet.”

The flogger fell several more times, followed by an increase in vibration. She shivered at the beautiful ripples resounding off her pussy walls.

“And ‘victim’ is a loaded word. You’re only a victim if you suffer something you don’t want.”

She couldn’t believe this guy. “You’re saying I want this?”

“You haven’t used your out yet, so I assume you prefer the flogging.”

At that, he flogged her breasts, making her gasp at how near the leather straps landed to her nipples. That was one place she did not want to get hit.

“Preferring something doesn’t mean I want it. I would prefer to have a root canal over getting my fingers cut off, but who the hell wants a root canal?”

“You can argue your case all you want; I bet you’d make a great lawyer. It doesn’t change your options.”

The vibrations grew to their highest level yet, melting the tension inside her and boiling it all at the same time.

Think! You’re supposed to be thinking of a way out!

Maybe she could make up something about Carlos and Dawson. Their being lovers or ex-lovers was a good explanation. But she couldn’t bring herself to spread a rumor like that. And what if Ben found out it wasn’t true? She did not want to face the repercussions of that. Was there something more innocuous that she could tell him?

The sting of the flogger erased all thought from her mind. Once again, it was followed by a surge of vibration, liquefying her insides and making her a molten mess from which a climax began to rise.

The vibrations stopped.

No!

She cried out as Ben resumed whipping her. She tried to angle her body away from the blows, but sometimes she only made it worse. When he stopped flogging, her body was on edge for the reward of vibration to follow.

It didn’t this time. Her arousal screamed with the frustration of a child used to getting what she wanted but being told “no” for the first time. Where were the vibrations? She might come this time.

Jesus, help me.

“You don’t have to be an asshole,” she murmured. “You’re not like Jake. If what you said about the way you do business is true, then you know how to play fair. You’re a good guy.”

“Nice try, pet. You don’t get to accuse me of playing low then try to flatter me. That good-cop-bad-cop strategy doesn’t work when there’s only one of you.”

The flogger struck her legs, her ass, her tits. This time the flogger grazed her nipple. She screamed out. The vibrations returned, in unison with the blows. Now she didn’t know whether to dread or welcome the flogger. After several more hits, he paused but allowed the vibrations to continue. Her body was warm all over, her pussy grasping onto the egg as if her life depended upon it, anxious for the orgasm that would wash away the tension before the flogger fell once more.

So close...so close...

Her head fell back in defeat when the vibrations ceased. She hung her head, tired from the roller coaster of pleasure and pain.

“Ready to use your out?” he inquired.

“I don’t have anything to tell you,” she moaned.

“I don’t believe you.”