“Fuck,” Tex growled. He turned his head, and his blue eyes were glazed over like a car window in the rain. “Please let me cum.”

I thought about it for five seconds. “Tell me the passcode to get to this floor.” I stroked his cock with a faint touch, only stimulating him for a few short seconds. Nothing that could get him off.

Tex shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Then I guess you don’t need to cum.”

“Fuck—”

My fingertips stroked along his prostate again, applying the perfect amount of pressure as I stretched him to accept another finger. He was up three, going on four.

I eased my fingers out again and rested them against his fluttering hole. “Ready to answer?”

Tex panted, the muscles in his legs flexed every time his toes curled. He looked ready to give in.

“No, give me another question.” He glanced back at me, his lips wet, and drool slid down his chin.

He was a mess, but it was one I’d created. There was nothing more beautiful, except maybe if there was a splash of red decorating his smooth flesh.

I grabbed a fistful of black hair and yanked. Tex’s head tilted back, forcing him to lift his hands off the floor. “I asked a question, and I expect an answer.”

“Shit if I know!” Tex kept his gaze steady, but his fingers twitched, and his body fidgeted. He was a decent liar.

My eyebrows lowered, and I allowed Tex to see the displeasure on my face. Fear flickered in his blue eyes as he tried to shrink back. I doubted he even knew the response he was giving, so high on pleasure.

I tightened my hold on his hair, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth as his eyes watered. The silence built as I stayed still, imagining all the ways I wanted to punish him.

Tex licked his lips, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. I released him, and he fell forward, sucking in a breath as if he’d been holding it the entire time. I removed my glasses, folded them and placed them to the side.

“Lying is one way to make me upset.” I let the full weight of my stare rest on Tex just like I would do any target my brother sent me after. A familiar prick of ice crept through my veins, making goosebumps rise over my forearms. My lips turned up in a smile.

“What are you going to do?” Tex asked. His voice shook slightly.

“I’ve answered that already.” I moved around to face him and lowered myself to a squat. “Whatever I want.” I slipped my knife out of its holder and pressed it against his cock.

The tension in the room thickened. Where others would have a hard time relaxing, I felt at home. The trickle of ice that always took hold of me when I held a weapon consumed me.

A drop of precum kissed the blade, and more was to follow as Tex stayed still. His cock jumped as I moved the knife lower.