She dropped the bag next to the piss bottle. “The bag or the water?”
I frowned. “What’s in the fucking bag?”
“You don’t want to know.” She bent and set the water bottle in by her foot. “But I’ll show you anyway.” The zipper squeaked under her fingers. Then she spread the opening, revealing the contents.
“What the fuck?”
CHAPTER 14
Cameron
Whips. Electric shockers. Gags. Chokers. CBT devices I didn’t know how to use—I didn’t even know what CBT was till Chelsea explained it to me. The term alone, cock and ball torture, made me cringe.
I wasn’t into any kinky stuff. Vanilla sex was all I knew, and by how fast my ex-boyfriends broke up with me, I’d say I wasn’t pretty good at it.
After my last breakup, Chelsea had brought me this bag of toys, hoping I’d try new things, spice it up a little, but I’d gotten the call from Sylvia about Annie’s abduction. Needless to say the bag lay in my basement for eight months untouched.
I glanced up from it. For the first time ever, I saw fear in Dusty’s eyes. The way he looked at the torturing tools peeking from the bag assured me he was no longer taking his situation lightly. He finally knew I wasn’t goofing around, and I would use these tools without hesitation.
He was scared. Of me.
It turned me on like hell. I was soaking my panties by just looking at the fear on his face. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“What are you gonna do with these?” he whispered.
I rose to my feet, grabbing the water bottle. “If you tell me what happened to Annie, I won’t do anything.” I twisted the cap open. “And will give you some water.”
“Why don’t you believe me? I don’t know your sister or what happened to her,” he insisted, frustrated.
He was more than convincing, but my mind wouldn’t ignore the way he looked at Annie’s picture. “You fucking knew her.” I threw the bottle in his face. The water splashed all over him. The bottle hit him in the chest then landed at his feet with strumming thuds against the cement.
He stuck out his tongue, licking all the droplets he could reach off his face. My sex clenched against my will.
Angry at myself before him, I grabbed the first item I could get from the bag and darted toward him.
“No. No! You don’t wanna do this,” he urged.
His words fell blank on my ears. When I reached him, I realized I was holding a whip with multiple tails. I swung it at his body. His incredible, bulging-with-muscle figure.
“Cameron, stop!”
I whipped him again without aim. That thing moved so fast I couldn’t see where it was hitting him. “Where’s Roar keeping Annie? What did he do to her?”
He squirmed and groaned, his hair ruffling, but he kept his lips sealed.
My strokes grew faster. Heavier. He didn’t utter a word. Fury blazed inside me, and for some reason shifted to my core. I was possessed by a demon that got off to whipping a strong, bound man. “Goddamn it, just tell me!” I snapped.
Nothing.
I aimed at his penis this time. If that didn’t make him talk…
The whip missed him the first time. It barely touched his balls, but it was hard enough to force some nasty swears out of his mouth. I didn’t miss the second time. Or the third.
His wild groans were the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. That was scary to admit, but I fucking liked what I was doing to him.
On the fifth, he lost control and quivered. His whole body, gleaming with sweat and water, shook against the restraints.
The sight of a strong man like Dusty, one that was capable of so much damage and violence, trembling in front of me, because of me and what I was doing to him triggered something in me. Something that squeezed my heart rather than cool the fire inside it.