“I’m trying,” I mumble with a tentacle halfway down my throat.
“Gah!”
Invisible appendages slip beneath my clothes, over my fevered skin. They slither around my breasts, between my legs, but he makes sure not to touch my nipples or clit.
As I continue sucking him, he rubs the tentacles over my skin, secreting a slippery substance like liquid silk. The gleam in his eyes becomes even more manic, with his pupils expanding. Any other time, I would beg and scream for mercy but my mouth is otherwise occupied.
This has to be a pheromone. It is the only way to explain why I’m not frozen in terror. I want him—cruel or not, and I need him to touch me right now.
“Please,” I say around my mouthful.
He smirks. “What did you say?”
“Aaah…” It’s near impossible to form words with the appendage pistoning in and out of my mouth.
The monster takes pity on my soul because the tentacle shrinks a little to allow me to speak. “Touch my nipples and clit,” I say, my voice breathy. “The way you did last night.”
He makes a satisfied rumble that I feel deep in my core. “You’ve seen me in the light. Now, I want to see you.”
Before I can ask him to give me a minute to change out of my work clothes, he yanks the invisible tentacles apart. My ears fill with the sound of torn fabric, and I yelp.
“That was my work uniform.”
He raises me off the floor again, dangling me close to the ceiling. “You won’t be needing clothes,” he says with another of those wicked grins. “In fact, you won’t be leaving this place until I’ve fed.”
My breath catches, but then I remember what he did to me the night before and hope he wants the same tonight.
Invisible tentacles tighten around each limb, and he pushes me against the ceiling so my back lies flush against its flat surface.
“Do you know your tears are as delicious as your pussy?” he asks.
I shake my head, my heart skipping several beats.
He slips the tentacle out of my mouth, finally allowing me to breathe.
“What else makes you cry, little mate?” he asks, his eyes blazing.
My mind races. I can think of a dozen terrible things, but I’m not about to surrender those ideas to a creature who lacks compassion. No, I need to unscrew that lightbulb, so he can return to the monster from before.
“I’m waiting.” He flicks a tentacle at my pussy, sending a burst of pleasure that makes me jolt.
“Aaaah! Ummm… Sad movies?” I say.
“I don’t understand that reference,” he snaps. “Tell me something else.”
“Maybe if you played with my nipples—”
“That doesn’t make you cry,” he hisses.
My stomach flip flops. It doesn’t, but I hoped to distract him with something I knew he found delicious.
He rubs his chin. “Unless…”
“Unless what?” I whisper.
“Maybe I should play with your nipples…”
The monster spreads my legs as wide as they can go, until my inner thighs ache. My heart thrashes against my rib cage. What on earth is this inhuman creature planning?