Page 27 of Obsession

“Oh God.”

Her heart sprinted as her gaze shot between her wrists. She’d loved the feeling of him inside her and wanted more of him, but she hadn’t expected new bondage. Since he’d untied her from the bed, she thought they’d found some common ground and had put the matter of ropes and ties behind them.

Obviously not.

Fleetingly, she accepted how foolish her assumption had been. However good the carnality was, she was still his hostage. She was still unable to leave without his say-so. Hell, she had to pee in a bucket!

I’m his prisoner.

She had to remember that.

“You’ll find it easier to keep your arms down now.” His laughter was more of a sneer as he traced his fingers over her shoulder.

She should have loathed his condescending tone, should have lifted her heel and kicked the fucker hard in the shin.

So, why wasn’t she?

“I see that.” She heaved in her breath as his hand moved over her body, straining to see where it would eventually settle. “What’s next, sir?”

“A little more submission.” His fingers hesitated at her middle, his palm splaying and sliding around and down between her legs. Running his digits along the thin line of hair covering her sex, he dipped one between her lips.

“I like that, sir.” She groaned, throwing her head back as he slowly circled her clit with his fingertips.

“Me, too,” he snarled, nibbling her neck when his fingers retreated.

She moaned at the loss, wondering what was coming next and realizing that whatever it was, she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. The thought was debilitating and scintillating in equal measure.

“But that’s not what I mean.” His palm slid around to her ass. Squeezing her right cheek, he lifted his hand and brought it back down on her pert behind.

“Ouch.” She shot him a glower as she tried to pull away from her restraints. “What was that for?”

“Misbehaving.” His free hand rose to the middle of her back and pushed her gently toward the bed.

She yielded without a fight, although every fiber of her being told her to resist. Somehow, her desire for pleasure seemed to outweigh all other endeavors. In the immediacy, it was more pivotal than even her freedom.

“But you never told me I couldn’t move my hands.” Petulance echoed in her tone as she tugged futilely at the ties. Her pulse accelerated its pace as once more she concluded what should have been obvious.

She wasn’t going anywhere.

“But I never told you that you could.” His mocking tone conveyed how much he was loving every moment of her powerlessness, and God damn her, but for some reason, she seemed to be responding. Her nipples stiffened into tight beads as her breasts ached for more of his attention.

For the umpteenth time, the idea that there must be something wrong with her flashed through her mind. What sort of person enjoyed being bound and treated that way? Perhaps there wasn’t a psychologist capable of helping her after all.

“That’s not fair.” She stamped her foot against the floor again, instantly regretting the tremor it created in her sensitive breasts.

“Unfair?” His fingertips skimmed over her ass. “I can show you unfair, little girl.”

Another smack landed on the cheek, temporarily robbing her of breath.

Fuck!

Her muscles tensed at the strike, which was followed quickly by another three swats that left her hopping from one foot to the next in a pathetic attempt to avoid his palm.

“Stop that!” She couldn’t manage another round of Tucker’s so-called punishment. She’d done nothing to deserve the treatment, but yet again, he’d carried on, regardless. How was she supposed to know that she shouldn’t move her hands? He’d never told her so. She inhaled at the injustice. There seemed to be no meritocracy in Tucker’s world. “You never said anything about another spanking!”

“Oh, this isn’t a proper spanking.” He struck her ass again, this time catching her cheeks right in the middle.

The swat was easier to bear somehow, giving her hope as his palm lowered and clipped the edge of her sex. She panted at the strange hurt, aware of the grunt escaping her throat. Brows knitting, she couldn’t decide if the impact had provoked pleasure as well as pain. Her pussy was so wet by now that all stimulus seemed amazing.

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