No Limit (Armed & Dangerous #1)(46)

Chazz turned on another red light, highlighting the bed in the corner of the room. There weren’t axes, knives, or anything that could be used to mutilate someone’s body, but there sure as hell were sexual torture devices, a flogger being the first thing I saw. It wasn’t the room of doom I was expecting, but a sadist’s room of pleasure. Chazz picked up the flogger and slapped it on the red, silky bed sheets. “I think your ass will look perfect being the same shade as your hair.”

“You want to whip me?” I asked incredulously.

Setting his glass of scotch down, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it across the room. “Why not? Has Avery never punished you before?”

“Not like that.”

“You’re both missing out then. It’s pleasurable, heightens the senses.”

“For you maybe,” I scoffed.

Setting the flogger down, he beckoned me toward the table of toys. Not only was there a flogger, but there was a whip, handcuffs, rope, a couple of different sized dildos and a few other things I could only imagine what were used for. “Do I use the dildos on you?”

He picked one up and handed it to me. “It’s for me to watch you use. Surely you’ve pleasured yourself before?”

“I’m a woman, Mr. Davies. I’m sure you can figure that out.”

“Then get on the bed and show me.”

I turned and walked over to his drink, quickly switching it with mine before I handed it to him. “I need a drink first.”

He held his glass and brought it to his lips. “You must be new at this. The women I bring here aren’t usually so . . . nervous.”

“I’m not nervous. I just need a f*cking drink,” I growled. He watched me until I downed all of mine, then he finally did as well. Breathing a sigh of relief, I set my glass down. The effects of the scotch began to make me feel fuzzy.

Chazz grabbed my arm and turned me around, his breath hot by my ear. “I want this dress off now.” Sliding the straps down my shoulders, he ripped the rest of it off my body and he bent me over, pushing my chest onto the bed. His belt clanked as he undid it, dropping his pants to the floor. I had about four minutes left for the serum to knock him out, but his sexual tendencies had been heightened.

“I thought you wanted me to use the dildo?” I asked hastily. Grabbing me by the waist, he held me in place with one hand, but he swayed on his knees. His cock was between my legs and he trembled, moaning as his hands glided across my body. Three minutes.

“Your skin . . . feels so . . . so f*cking good,” he slurred. I stood up and leaned against him, rubbing my back against his chest. His fingers dug into my hips and I yelped, grimacing in pain as his body jerked. I was going to have half moon scratches on my skin after that. Pushing his cock between my legs, it didn’t take long for him to come all over the bed. Two minutes. “Holy f*ck, what are you doing to me?” He leaned against me, his body growing heavy.

I rolled out from under him and watched him fall face first into his own jizz. Slapping a hand over my mouth, I tried to silence my laughs. He was going to hate me after tonight. “I guess it’s a good thing I don’t care.”

He moaned and just laid there, completely worthless. After quickly slipping on what was left of my dress, I checked my phone, thankful Jason had found me. My torn dress was barely covering my body and there was no way I was going to walk the streets at night like that. Not to mention, I was going to have to deal with Jason’s wrath once he saw me.

Jason: I’m here.

Me: I wish I wasn’t. Chazz is clean. Well, maybe not at the moment.

Jason: ?

Me: Tell you soon. Be out in 10 minutes.

Grabbing the rope off the table, I wrapped it around Chazz’s wrists and tied him to the bed posts. He moaned and started thrusting his hips into the bed. “Let’s see how you like being the tortured one, Mr. Davies. From now on, I bet you’re going to love getting your ass flogged.”

I left the ropes semi-loose so he could get out on his own when he woke up. I would love to see his face when that happened, all covered in his dried-up semen. Taking the flogger, I traced it over his back and he shivered. It was strange to see the effects the serum had on different people. In the lab, I didn’t excite my hosts so it was simply watching them pass out and recording the lengths of time and their vitals.

“How about we make your ass the same color of my hair? That way it’s you who won’t be able to walk for a week.” Lifting the flogger high, I slapped it across his backside and he groaned. Little red welts appeared on his skin and I smiled. “You want one more?” When he didn’t answer, I did it anyway, only harder. Now that his ass was red, my work was done.

However, my victory was short lived. There was nothing in Chazz’s basement that would suggest he was a killer. We were back to round one. Before going up the stairs, I glanced at him one more time and sighed. My search wasn’t over, but now I had no clue what to do. Tiptoeing up the stairs, I pulled out my phone.

Me: Coming out.

Jason: I’ll come get you.

I wasn’t ready to explain to him why my dress looked like a bear slashed through it, but hopefully, I could get him away before he tried to kill Chazz. Finding one of his coats, I slipped it over my tattered dress before walking out the door.

Jason pulled in just as I came out of the house. He got out of the car and raced up to me. “Are you okay? Why are you wearing that?”