Page 11 of Obsession

Now that she had no choice, now that he’d removed all chance of her insurgence, she could finally acknowledge the effect of his treatment. He’d taken and displayed her before swatting and pegging her, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to prevent his deeds. Worse still, there was an appeal to her powerlessness—a part of her that knew the more he took her over, the more she’d relish each subjugation.

The heat his punishment inspired was the same as the bite of the clothespin’s claws, a distraction she could no longer ignore. Each humbling experience at his hand had heightened her need, silently making the point she couldn’t bear to hear.

I like this. Her breaths came faster as the conclusion ran through her mind. I like him being in control. I like having no choice.

That was why the impromptu spanking in the forest had stirred her so. It was also why, despite her disgust at his audacity, his unwelcomed fondling in the barn had stimulated her all the same. Why she’d succumbed to his sensual kiss in that very spot and why, despite the way he’d whipped her, her clit now throbbed with urgency.

However much she fought to kick against his tyranny, her need never lessened. She felt the thrum of desire whirring as his thumb moved, each small circle it traced tightening the need inside her.

She shouldn’t want his touch. Shouldn’t want the man who’d stripped, bound, and humiliated her, but desire knotted at her core all the same.

She did want him.

Despite how much she loathed him, how little respect he’d shown for her, and all the complicated reasons she found herself there, she still wanted him.

It made no sense.

I can’t feel this way. Her breaths labored as she wrestled with the intoxicating conundrum. I’m exhausted and in shock. That’s why I’m confusing my dismay with arousal.

I don’t want him, can’t want him…

“Then I’ll guide you.”

His voice sounded distant, as though he was standing on the other side of the giant trees sheathing his cabin and not right beside her.

A strangled moan escaped her throat as his fingers swirled to her clit. They hovered over her excited bud before trailing through her hair. She caught her lower lip between her teeth at the intimate touch, conscious of what he’d find if he delved any deeper.

For all the agony his cloth had caused, there was also arousal. She recognized it there between her thighs. It pooled close to the place where his fingers played their teasing game, and for the first time since she’d woken, she was glad for the binds, content to be splayed, and all his for the taking.

Despite all of her unresolved fears for her fate, she realized she craved the submission. Let him do what he wanted because, secretly, she yearned for those things, too. She longed for his dominance, and her bondage meant she couldn’t be held responsible for whatever followed.

Slowly, his fingertips brushed along her slit. Holding her breath, she remained rooted to the bed, insisting her hips stay still in spite of their aspiration to rise at his provocation.

Oh God.

Her pulse quickened at his leisurely pace. His unhurried touch was sweet torment, each second his digits neared her clit almost as torturous as the cloth had been.

Forcing in a gasp, she tensed, waiting for the inevitable outcome. He would discover how much she’d enjoyed her punishment, and what would he think? She could scarcely catch her breath as one finger plunged lightly between her lips.

“What’s this, little girl?” His blue gaze was on her face in a heartbeat. “Are you wet for me?”

Shame washed over her at his direct approach.

Wet for him? It sounded even worse when he put it that way.

“I…” Unable to meet his powerful stare, she forced her eyes closed again, trying not to concentrate on his fingers or the way his clothespins squeezed her nipples.

This isn’t happening.

How many times had she thought that in the last day, yet her reality had always been true?

“Tell me the truth.” His fingers skimmed her clit, compelling her hips to rise, whatever her thoughts on the subject. “Tell the truth, and I’ll reward you.”

Reward me? She risked a glance his way, regretting the choice as their gazes locked.

“I don’t know what to say… sir.” Her head spun at how little the deference bothered her now. In fact, it was possible referring to him that way actually increased her desire.

“If you enjoyed being spanked, then say so.” His free hand snaked along her skin and cradled the underside of her right breast. “There’s no shame in it. In fact, I demand it.”

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