James Parker

"Stay away from me." She demanded. I smirked and decided to play around with her a little bit. My steps grew heavier and slower. She was getting antsy, and I loved her this way. "I'm warning you." Her warning made me laugh as she tried to keep her tough act going. "I'm serious." Her throat expanded as she swallowed nervously. I wondered what it would be like if I touched her skin. It looked soft, but looks can be deceiving.

I chuckled and slowly extended my hand out to her throat. As my fingers made contact with her skin I felt as though we were connected. Something sparked in me and made me attracted to her. I had never felt this way before, not someone like her. Because of this unknown feeling, I felt as though I hated her more. 

"Are you now?" I asked. Her throat expanded against my hand as she swallowed, her gaze paying attention to the floor. "Tough girl isn't so tough now is she?" I chuckled as she glared at me and struggled against the cuffs detaining her. She was stuck here and she wasn't leaving. There was no way in hell she was going to leave this place without telling me why she was here, what she wanted, and what she was keeping from me. 

"Don't touch me," She sounded irritated and I liked that. I mean, the pain was one thing that satisfied me, but her irritation satisfied me even more. I wanted to break her, make her beg for mercy before she spilled the beans. I wanted to make her suffer from everything I had. 

"I think we'll start slow and work our way up, how about that? Sound good?" My question didn't seem to surprise her, she had probably seen something like this coming. She rolled her eyes and let out a huff. 

"You're an arrogant asshole, a pervert." I dramatically stabbed my heart as if I had been wounded by her words. 

"Oh, baby, that hurts." I gave her some pathetic doggy eyes. 

"Don't call me that," She growled. I ignored her comment and went on with irritating her. This was more fun than I thought it would be.

"So, phase one." I rested my hands on her hips and slithered them around her back, pulling her body against my own. Her body radiated a cold mist, and as it came off of her clothes it radiated onto mine, giving me little chills through my stomach and to my spine. Being this close to her allowed me to get a better look at her face. She beheld a countenance of angelic beauty and expression and her lips were pursed as she breathed hard.

Her hair was of a shining sepia brown, her features of a regular proportion, and her complexion wondrously fair, each cheek tinged with a lovely pink.

I looked into her eyes and noticed their unusual color. She was a Frost, not a Bender, she had to be wearing contacts. I studied her eyes for a little while longer as she continued to stare at me. She seemed uneasy, unpredictable, afraid. 

"Let's take those contacts out, shall we?" My brain rippled as I telepathically removed her eye contacts. She blinked a couple times as I dropped them on the floor and stepped on them. The crunch of the contacts vibrated through my shoe. 

"No!" I looked back up at her as she stared at the broken pieces on the floor. I was slowly breaking her from the inside out. 

"Awe, too bad." As she looked at me with an angry, raw expression, I softened mine, smiling the slightest bit. Her eyes barely widened before her guard was thrown off and she was confused. I searched her eyes and explored her brain. Her irises were consumed with the color brown and were dark with hatred, but I could see the gentleness in them. "You have very beautiful eyes, Elizabeth." Her face dropped as her name left my tongue. 

"How do you know my name?" Her question was near to a whisper as she looked at me with an unreadable coat of emotions. I smirked and tapped my head with my finger. Because of this, I said to myself. 

"Phase two." One of my arms kept its firm grip on her back as I slid the other up her back and to her head, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling her head back. Her throat was bare and innocent as her chest rose and fell from her nervous breaths. My God, what is wrong with me? My lips twitched at the thought of touching her. I leaned my head down and made contact with her throat. Her muscles were rock hard from the tension which made me want to break her even more. 

I started with light kisses, then moved to sucking, occasionally throwing my tongue into the mix. After exploring her neck and shoulder I moved to her collarbone. The outline of her bone gave me the perfect spot to start. I aligned my lips with her bone and slowly worked my way down. She sucked in a breath and gasped as I traveled over a certain spot on her skin. I chuckled. This was one of her many sensitive spots. 

Her body quivered as I returned to that one spot. This almost seemed too easy, she had no control over emotions whatsoever, and it was bothering me. 

"You're acting like you've never been touched like this," I stated. She stayed silent. "Are you serious?" She cleared her throat, her cheeks becoming tinged with a dark pink. 

"I didn't say anything." She sounded so innocent and I hated it. I hated everything about her. 

"You didn't have to."  Her neck muscles rippled as she swallowed and brought her head up to meet my eyes. 

"Stop it." She demanded. She was flustered, irritated, confused, and I loved it. No girl has ever done this before, I had never found satisfaction with anyone else when it came to messing with people, but Elizabeth was different. 

"Stop what?" Playing dumb seemed to prick her nerves, and I liked it. 

"This." She gestured to herself and scoffed. "It's not working, so stop trying." I chuckled and ran my fingers through her hair. 

"Now?" I asked. "But I'm having so much fun. And with a body like yours, it's hard to resist the temptation of pleasuring you." Her eyes widened and her face grew even redder than before. 

"Never have I been treated like this." She squinted at me and I shrugged.

"Sometimes you gotta let go and live a little bit, sweetheart. I'll teach you." Her scared yet confused facial expression made me smile. I loved how flustered she was. 

"I don't need a teach-" I pushed my index finger up to her lips before she could finish her sentence. 

"Shh," I whispered, bringing my face closer to hers. "Phase three." My hands trailed down and along the curves of her body, I needed to take her confidence away. My thumbs scammed over her flat stomach as they made their way to her ass. She jumped at my bold gesture and squealed the slightest bit.

Just what I had expected. 

One of my hands stopped grabbing her butt cheek and came up to her mouth. I traced her lower lip as she spoke. 

"My God, what is wrong with you--" I slid my thumb into her mouth in order for her to stay quiet. Sometimes actions were more powerful than words. She groaned in protest as my thumb explored her tongue and my other hand groped her butt. I leaned my head towards hers as if I was going to whisper something to her, but instead slid past to her ear. Ear face was boiling hot against mine.

I engulfed her earlobe into my mouth, making her flinch in surprise. 

"James, stop."

"Beg a little harder and I might." 

"Mm, James, stop. I'm too sensitive there." Instead of listening to her plea I continued to engage more force to her earlobe. "James stop, I don't like this." I rolled my eyes and pulled away. 

"So you'd rather have me go on to phase four?" She immediately shook her head side to side. 

"I never said--" I covered her mouth with my hand and pressed our foreheads together. 

"Very well," I shrugged. "Phase four." She groaned and closed her eyes, throwing her head back in a tantrum, then bringing it back up. 

"My God, James, how many phases are there?" 

"As many as I want there to be." 

"You're so immature."

"But hot, I know." I winked as she glared at me, disgust written all over her face. A loud knock sounded at the door and I turned. I quickly pushed myself away from Elizabeth and focused my attention on the door. 

"Come in!" Derek, the soldier who was guarding Elizabeth's cell earlier walked in and bowed his head with respect. 

"Sir, I've been ordered to take this disgrace away." He gestured to the girl. I looked back at her and gave her a blank look, my leather jacket squeaked as I crossed my arms over my chest. I had three choices.

1) I could tell Derek that I would escort her and after he would leave I could pick up where I left off, 2) I could tell Derek that I would escort her and then just torture her to death, but that probably wouldn't work, no matter how much pain I made her experience, 3) I could let Derek take care of her and leave as embarrassed as she already was. 

 I shrugged and pursed my lip. 

"Whatever, do what you want with her." I heard her pull on the cuffs as I walked towards the door. 

"You bastard!" I continued to walk away while she struggled.