Page 12 of Obsession

He was wrong, actually. There was a lot of shame, even in thinking about her desire. Guilt at being aroused by such base behavior and self-loathing at having found any pleasure in the touch of her captor, Ella was caught in his trap, pinioned between the weight of his expectant gaze and his soft touches.

“I didn’t want to like it.” How could she ever reconcile the way she felt? “Didn’t know that I would, but… I did.” Fresh emotion burned in her eyes as she was forced to hear her own confession.

“You did.” The hand at her breast stiffened, grasping her mound and drawing her pegged nipple to attention while his other finger grazed her clit. “Being spanked turned you on, didn’t it?”

Yes. The answer was there on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t quite transfer it to her lips.

Two fingers dipped between her folds and buried themselves in her arousal until she moaned.

“Little girl?” A flicker of a smile painted his lips as his attention shifted between her face and her sex. “I don’t think it will take much to topple you, but I’m going to need your honesty before I permit your pleasure.”

Honesty? Why not ask for blood?

How could she disclose more to him than she already had? Ella had hardly even registered her own needs. She couldn’t even contemplate sharing them with someone else, least of all the man who insisted on tormenting her.

“Oh God.”

There was, however, little choice but to murmur aloud as his fingers flicked inside her entrance and teased her. The pressure at her breasts was growing, ratcheting up the knot of tension in her body. Tucker seemed right about one thing—if he kept up the display of authority, she wouldn’t last much longer.

“Tell me.” His tone was harder, mirroring the sudden deep thrust of his digits.

She panted at the intrusion, lifting her hips to receive more of his fingers. Had she ever been this wanton before? So desperately horny at this most obscene predicament?

“Tell me that being punished turned you on.”

“Yes.” Fuck, she did want him. She couldn’t recall wanting anyone like this. “Yes, sir. It turned me on, and I want you inside me.”

Whatever shame there had been evaporated as his fingers picked up their incredible pace. Guiding her in a fast and satisfying rhythm, the digits spoke of the visceral connection tugging between them, of something so forbidden, she hadn’t brought herself to contemplate it. They spoke of the chemistry she should have resisted, yet had all too easily succumbed to.

“Christ, Ella.” His hand shifted from her breast, nudging the wooden clothespin en route to her mouth. “You’re beautiful.”

She gasped at the abrupt pain, finding her hips rocking faster as the sensation heightened the intensity burgeoning at her core.

“Yes!” It was all she could say as the tension swept across her body, every fiber of her being focused only on one outcome—her imminent release.

Gazing into her eyes, Tucker grazed his fingers over her lips. “Open your mouth for me.”

She obeyed on instinct, no longer caring what had motivated the instruction, but only that his fingers didn’t stop.

He could never stop.

“Good girl.” He leaned closer, that same dark glint shining in his gaze as the edge of his palm added the perfect amount of friction to her frantic clit. “You’re going to suck my fingers while I fuck you with my other hand.”

No one had ever made anything sound so fucking sexy before. It was like Tucker had hypnotized her.

“Yes, sir.” Her tongue darted from its hiding place and licked the edge of his waiting digit, inviting him inside.

“Suck me.” He slid two fingers into her mouth, groaning as she clasped around them and suckled. “Fuck, little girl.”

The resonance of his growl reverberated through her, the primal sound the final push she required to press her right over the precipice. Mewling around his digits, her body was rigid as the first jolts of pleasure rocketed through her. Tucker might not have power running to the cabin, but she swore it was electricity they generated as she came, pulsing around four of his fingers.

With two shoved in her mouth and another two lodged inside her pussy, her body was alive with sensation, fireworks exploding in her brain as she struggled to process the experience.

“Amazing.” His voice crooned from somewhere, but she was too far gone to respond.

He waited with her as she enjoyed the aftermath, the fingers in her mouth sliding to her chin and cradling the side of her head. Her whimpers died to silence as he withdrew from her body altogether. Finding the baby blue blanket, he covered her exposed flesh and held her.

The sense of repletion was overwhelming, her tranquility only shattered briefly when he released the wooden claws and discarded the clothespins on her nipples. She cried out then, temporarily blinded by pain as the blood rushed back to her sensitive tissue, but her distress quickly passed, assuaged by his kisses and the blanket that was urged farther up the length of her body.

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