29. OBSIDIAN: TORTURE

I was fucking scared.
So fucking scared which was pathetic. I’ve been through too much to feel even an inkling of fear. But that didn’t stop my mind from reminding me of all the possibilities and things that could go wrong.
She could die and I wasn’t ready for her to die yet. She needed to answer a few questions first.
“Is that really necessary?”
I ignored him and continued on my way towards the bed were Vanya sat. My hold on the blindfold tightened when our eyes locked. She was scared. I bit back a smirk. Maybe she knew exactly what was coming. Maybe she knew exactly how much I was going to torture the answers out of her.
Excitement quickly replaced the fear.
I had big plans for her. So many fucking plans, but first, she was going to tell me exactly what had happened in that office with her father.
“Obsidian.”
A low growl instantly silenced him. I stopped next to the bed and leaned forward to tie the blindfold over her eyes. When I was sure that she wouldn’t be able to remove it or see a thing, I slipped my arms underneath her and picked her up.
“Don’t touch me,” I warned her,
“O-okay.”
I smirked at Ezra and Devrim as I passed them just to piss them off more. If Devrim knew what I had planned . . . My smirk widened. Oh how I was going to fucking enjoy the hell out of this.
Neither of them followed my out of the room and down the stairs even though I knew that they were dying to do it. It was pathetic how much they allowed a human to rule their hearts. Or were they thinking with their cocks instead of their heads?
I carried Vanya into my basement and right into my bedroom where I lowered her to her feet right by the curtain.
“Don’t move.”
Vanya nodded. I took a few steps away and watched her to make certain that she didn’t move. When a full minute had passed and she stayed where I told her too, I exited the bedroom and locked the doors before I searched for what I needed.
“W-why am I blindfolded?” Vanya questioned when I entered the bedroom again. “I’ve been here before.”
There was a tremor in her voice that fuelled my excitement. I ignored her and set the chair down a few feet away from the bed and stood back. After adjusting the position of the chair until I was satisfied, I opened the closet and grabbed the duffle bag from the back of the closet.
“O-Obsidian?”
“I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to answer them.”
I pulled what I needed from the bag and laid it out on the bed before dropping the bag to the floor, making Vanya jerk in fright.
Straightening, I turned to face her. “Take off your clothes.”
“W-what?” she gasped.
“Undress, Vanya.”
Her fingers twitched at her sides but she didn’t obey my order. I pursed my lips and stalked towards her.
“Is there something wrong with your hearing?” She shook her head. “Then why haven’t you started undressing, yet?”
“I-I—”
I laughed but there was no humour in it. Vanya was blushing.
“Are you shy?” I tilted my head to the side and took a step closer. “You didn’t have any trouble taking your clothes off for Bobby. Or for that man you met at the club. Or the one after that.”
She flinched as if I had struck her, making guilt flood me but it only lasted for a few seconds before I pushed it aside.
“H-how do you know about that?”
I ignored her question. “Undress, Vanya.”
She sucked in a breath and slowly blew it out. Her hands gripped the hem of her shirt but she didn’t pull it up. Sneering, I pulled a knife out and gripped the front of her shirt. I used the knife to cut the material away, careful not to touch her skin, even though I was dying to slide my knife across it. What would her skin look like if it was marked by blood?
My cock jerked and filled with blood as the image flashed through my mind.
“I’ll do i-it!” she hissed, jerking away from me.
I lowered my knife and took a step back to watch her as she hesitantly started to undress. Within a few seconds she stood completely naked with her clothes pooled at her feet next to her.
My eyes slowly trailed over her body, and lingered on her puckered pink nipples and her groomed pussy. I sucked in a breath and almost purred. I knew she tasted as delicious as she smelled.
“Beautiful,” I rasped.
Taking her arm, I steered her over to the chair and pushed her down into it. Placing my hands on her thighs, I pushed her legs apart and slowly slid my hands down to her knees. A gasp fell from her lips when I pulled her ass to the edge of the seat.
“Don’t move.”
Straightening, I grabbed a pillow from the bed and pushed it between her lower back and the chair. When that was done, I make quick work of tying her elbows and wrist to the arms of the chair and then her knees and ankles to the legs of the chair.
I stepped back and admired my handy work with a smile.
Vanya swallowed and tilted her head back. “Y-you don’t have to tie me up,” she told me. “I promise I won’t touch you.”
I chuckled as I turned to the bed. “Promises mean nothing, sweets.”
Plugging in the wand vibrator, I added some lube to the tip and walked over to kneel by her side. With my arm resting along the back of the chair, I leaned closer until my lips brushed her ear.
“I’m very good at reading people, sweets, especially human. I know when you’re relaxed, when you’re lying, when you’re scared,” I whispered. “When Dev said that you needed to talk, you panicked, and I want to know why.”
She shook her head. “I-I didn’t.”
“I’m going to ask you a few questions and you’re going to answer them truthfully.”
“Or what?” she breathed. “Are you g-going to b-beat it out of me?”
I smirked and pressed the tip of the vibrator against her pussy. With the press of a button it was switched on the highest vibration setting it had.
A cry fell from her lips and her hips jerked but she had nowhere to go.
“Why did your father want to see you?” I asked.
Vanya shook her head from side to side and bit her lip.
Moving the vibrator, I made sure that it was pressed right against her clit. She had nowhere to go. All she could do was feel.
“Why?”
“Oh god . . . I, show me . . . To s-show me the videos from the library cameras.”
I pressed the vibrator tighter against her clit and leaned back. “Try again, sweets. The cameras were destroyed before the bomb was planted. The truth, Vanya.”
Her back arched as much as it could and her head dropped back as she cried out when the first orgasm hit her.
“Why, Vanya?”
She was panting. “Talk,” she gasped after a few minutes. “He w-wanted to t-talk.”
I lowered the vibrations and waited for her to catch her breath. “What did he want to talk about?”
“P-please,” she whimpered. “S-stop.”
“The sooner you tell me, the sooner I stop.”
I moved the vibrator again and smirked when her mouth dropped open in a silent moan.
“It’s not affecting me at all,” I lied. “I can do this the whole night if I have too.”
“B-bastard.”
I chuckled and switched the vibrations again. “What did he want to talk about, sweets?”
She cried out instead of answering me. My eyes dropped to her hands that were gripping the arms of the chair tightly. If I hadn’t tied them, she would be touching me, fighting me, and that wouldn’t end up good.
I stood, and took a step backwards. The zip of the pants was digging painfully into my fully erect cock. How could I not be affected by the sounds she made and the way her scent filled my room?
“Devrim was trained to fight, amongst a few other things,” I told her softly. “I’m not sure what exactly Ezra was trained to do since I didn’t meet him until after we were freed. Do you know what I was trained to do, Vanya?”
“N-no,” she whimpered. “Please Ob—”
“I was trained to interrogate—women especially. I was trained to use their own bodies against them to get the answers I needed.”
Picking up the nipple clamps from the bed, I walked back and kneeled between her legs.
“What did he want to talk about?”
Vanya sighed when I moved the vibrator away from her sensitive clit. Her head dropped back and her body slowly relaxed.
“Stuff,” she muttered. “He wanted to talk about stuff.”
“What stuff?”
She pursed her lips and turned her head in another direction.
I smirked as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around a puckered nipple. Curses flew from her lips when I started sucking it into my mouth. She tasted like sweat and something else.
My teeth scrapped against the tip of her nipple as I pulled away.
I looked up at her face to watch her expression as I slipped the clamp on.
Her mouth dropped open in a perfect ‘o’ shape that had my cock jerking.
“You haven’t answered my question yet, sweets.”
I repeated my actions with her other nipple until the clamp was in place and then moved back to stare at my handy work. Licking my lips, I reached up and softly tugged on the chain that hung against her stomach.
She groaned and shook her head from side to side.
My eyes dropped to her mouth when her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and sucked her lip into my mouth. The taste of her blood on my tongue made a shiver race down my spine.
I purred and sucked a little harder until she whimpered. Pulling away, I moved the vibrator in place again.
“Obsidian—”
“It’s my name, baby. Scream it louder.”