Hello lazy Sunday… hope you’re all laying in bed and lounging around. I am. The weather’s awful (we talk about the weather a lot in the UK – you may have noticed!) and there is no way I’m leaving the house. That’s a good thing, hopefully some writing will be done. Maybe!?!
“So, are you going to answer my earlier inquiry? Are you wet for me, precious?” He began to double the belt over in his fist, forming a slanted ‘O’ shape and tapped it against his palm a few times for good measure. Meanwhile, he watched her lips intently and waited for them to move.
“Oh, I believe I already did,” she murmured and smiled sweetly at him. The shock of her cheeky riposte nearly, oh so nearly, made his breath catch. So she had been playing with him? Unheard of. The fighting hellcat was back. How exquisite.
“I can make you answer me the easy way or the hard way,” he said, before unleashing his killer smile.
“You’d better get used to the hard way, then,” she said, letting her violet eyes bore into his.
Martinet bent his neck to the left until he heard it crack. Cheeky slut. Clearing his throat noisily he said, “Good. I much prefer the hard way. But you do realise this might hurt, cherie? What with that poor arm of yours, I’d have thought you might have wanted to play it safe.” The mocking words dripped from a honeyed tongue.
“I’m a huntress,” came the sharp retort. “We’re taught to handle pain. She glared at him with wonderfully narrowed eyes and her pupils were so large they nearly obscured her pretty, violet irises. “I’ve had vampire talons sink their wrath into my back, arms, legs and breasts. Fangs have tried repeatedly to sever prominent arteries in my neck and thighs. Fists have broken my nose and bruised my ribs. Nothing you can do with your belt will compel me to answer the question. I can withstand a great deal of torture.”
Martinet merely smiled. It had been a magnificent speech, but it had little merit upon the methods that he was likely to use. He decided to re-educate her on the matter. “Ah but this isn’t going to be the same kind of torture you’re used to, cherie. This will be a mix of pleasure and pain, and when we combine the two, I think that pretty pink tongue of yours will start telling me all sorts of secrets, without my having to search for them.
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