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to blink the fog away, Elizabeth found the world was still dark.
    Am I dead?
    Nope, cause my arms hurt something annoying.
    She tried to ease the ache but realized with dawning dread that she couldn’t move her arms. The kiss of a chill over her belly and nipples brought the realization that she was naked as well. Yet she still couldn’t see. Her legs were lifted up somehow and she wiggled her ankles, realizing they were bound and she was spread-eagled.
    Elizabeth jerked helplessly at the bindings. The only comfort was the soft silk sheets under her that kissed and caressed her skin.
    “Jared? Really, my sweet one? You really want to piss me off even more after the stunt you pulled with that little boy?”
    Right.
    She shifted her head to the side, blinked, and realized her lashes brushed fabric.
    Blindfolded. Trapped like a rat in a cage.
    “Now, how are you going to make this up to me?”
    “Fuck off!” Elizabeth growled back at him.
    She didn’t want to play; she wanted to go home. Or back to Jared, rather.
    “Racking up the punishments, I see.” His deep, gravelly voice was calm. He sounded reasonable, and that only pissed her off more.
    “I don’t want to be here!”
    She felt the bed dip next her and a wet heat covered her right nipple. His tongue flicked, his lips pulled—and her pussy got wet. Elizabeth fought to control her breathing, tried to shift her torso away, but with her legs bound to the ceiling, spread the way they were, she was royally stuck.
    Hands.
    It felt like he had so many hands as they worked her body. Asmodeus plucked at one nipple while biting and sucking the other. His other hand travelled right between her legs. Without so much as a warning or foreplay, he shoved two thick fingers in her tight pussy. She was wet, her body betraying her to this beast.
    His deep, mocking laughter didn’t help.
    “I see your greedy little cunt missed me.”
    His lips trailed up her chest. He lingered on her throat. Teeth and tongue zinged right to her clit and her hips jerked off the bed.
    “My naughty little whore.”
    “I’m no one’s whore,” she said between clenched teeth.
    Asmodeus swirled his fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot as his thumb circled her clit, and that was enough. She erupted. Stars exploded behind her closed lids and she cried out for more, spewing out naughty bullshit that she would beat herself up for later.
    Slowly, she came down from the orgasmic high, his fingers still playing in her wetness. Hot breath teased her ear.
    “My little whore, only mine. If you ever let that child touch you again, I’m going to let Theresa and Patrick fuck you until you are weeping for me to come for you. They have particular—fetishes—that aren’t for the weak at heart.” He paused, kissing his way over one cheek to her other, catching the tears that spilled out from under the silk blindfold. “Are we clear, sweet one?”
    “Y-yes,” she stammered.
    He was gone. The heat he took with him left only the chill which forced her body to tremble.
    “Now. I’m going to get us some food. You wait right there. I’m going to make you come until you pass out. How does that sound?”
    He didn’t wait for a reply; he was gone.
    Elizabeth felt shattered. All the calm, the ease, the freedom was demolished. One petty mistake and she was God knows where with HIM. The fucker that wanted to steal her life.
    She knew the moment he came back in the room. Asmodeus didn’t make a sound as he no doubt swaggered. Elizabeth shifted her head back and forth, trying to remove the blindfold. She heard tisking close to her ear before the bed compressed and his heat washed over her. The familiar scent of sulfur, brimstone, and fire—like a fireplace was always alight with him around—filled her nostrils and she caught herself as she started to lean into him.
    “Don’t fight it, sweet one. At the end of the day you’ll give in,” he started. Elizabeth could feel a speech coming on. She