She gets a little carried away…

Lux is breathing hard as the man crouches next to her. His hand cups her chin, tilting her face up, making him look into his eyes. She sees her lust mirrored there, and in a remote, detached way, she begins to think she might be in over her head.

“Please,” she whispers, not even sure herself what she’s pleading for.

The man frowns. Sweat is beading on his brow. “How old are you, girl?” he asks.

“What? I – ”

“I’ve a daughter who’s older than you.” The man shakes his head. “What’s your name?”

“Lux.” She can barely speak. “I – just – ”

She knows she should be terrified. She’s still tied up and naked; close up, she can tell how strong this man is. But the fear feels like it belongs to someone else. The adrenaline of arousal is all hers.

“Lux,” the man says, “listen. Answer honestly. I’ll know if you lie to me. Do you want this?”

Lux doesn’t know how to answer. Trying to buy time, she just manages to ask, “What’s your name?”

“Gods’ blood.” He sighs. “Olan. Name’s Olan. Now, answer.”

“Yes.” Lux hears herself answering right on cue, and her eyes widen in panic as she wonders if she just lied or not.

“Yes what?” he asks, between gritted teeth.

Lux swallows hard. “Yes, Olan,” she whispers, meaning every word, “I want you to hurry up and fuck me.”