Page 9 of Obsession

“Please,” I whispered back. “Take me.”

With that, he pulled me closer still, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss that left us both breathless. His tongue dove deep into my mouth, tasting and exploring every inch as his hands roamed freely over my body.

I knew I should pull away, at least try to escape him. This was wrong on so many levels. I’d been sacrificed to this man, and he’d used me. So why did I feel like I was burning from the inside out? Why did I yearn for his touch now that I’d experienced it once before? I felt like I was losing my mind.

The kiss deepened, our tongues entwining as his fingers traced along the lines of my collarbone. His touch sent shivers down my spine, making me whimper into his mouth. I couldn’t help but arch my back to grant him better access to my body, begging for more even though I knew this was wrong.

He pulled away from the kiss, his hot breath fanning across my flushed cheeks. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his eyes drinking in every inch of me. I felt myself blushing harder, unable to meet his gaze as he continued to explore every curve of my body with his hands.

His thumbs brushed against my sensitized nipples, causing me to gasp and squirm under his touch.

“I want you,” he whispered against my skin, his voice rough and demanding. “I don’t know why, but I feel like I’ll go mad if I don’t devour every inch of you. Bend you to my will. Brand my scent on your skin and make you mine in every way possible.”

I tried to buck and toss him off me, but he was too strong for me. He pinned me against the bed with one hand while the other slid up the inside of my thigh, lightly brushing against my pussy. He growled again when he felt how wet I was for him, thrusting two fingers inside of me.

“Please,” I moaned helplessly as he started to move in rhythm with those two fingers buried deep inside of me. It felt so good, so wrong yet so right at the same time. I wanted him to continue even though I knew I shouldn’t.

He pulled his fingers out of me slowly, leaving a trail of wetness along my thigh as he lowered his hand. This time there was a wicked glint in his eye that sent shivers down my spine -- a prelude to whatever he had planned next for me.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned in and pressed his lips against my neck, claiming it as his own, sucking gently at the pulse point. It was both erotic and terrifying, sending shivers down my spine and making me tremble underneath him. He leaned back and unfastened his jeans, pulling out his cock. He stroked it slowly, and I stared in fascination. I hadn’t gotten a good look before. Had that really been inside me?

He straddled my body, coming closer. His cock mere inches from my face. He guided it toward my lips, and painted my lips with his pre-cum. I saw the gleam in his eyes.

“Taste me,” he demanded, and I found myself nodding weakly as he braced my head with one hand and pressed the tip of his cock to my lips. His scent enveloped me -- masculine and musky with an underlying hint of danger.

I parted my lips hesitantly and took just the tip into my mouth, savoring the taste of him. It was salty and warm, and made me shiver with need. He groaned deep in his throat, encouraging me to take more as he began to push farther inside. My eyes fluttered closed as I took him deeper into my mouth, letting myself give in to this forbidden pleasure that consumed every thought except for him.

His hips bucked against me urging me on while my clit started to pulse with need, and I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache. He pulled out abruptly and eased down my body.

“You had the audacity to take your own innocence with a vibrator. Now you’ll find out what it’s like to be filled with cum.” He leaned down, his lips near my ear. “I’m going to fuck every hole you have, until there’s no doubt who you belong to. I’ll come down your throat, in your pussy, and I’ll fuck your ass. There’s not one single inch of you that isn’t mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I understand,” I whispered.

“Good girl.”

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Riot

Lining my cock up with her pussy, I thrust into her hard and fast, filling her up. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as I used her, taking what I wanted. Her nipples were hard and erect, belying the fact she enjoyed what I did to her. When she looked at me, I could see the heat in her eyes, even if she didn’t want to admit she desired me.

I pounded her pussy until I couldn’t hold back. I felt my balls draw up and I pumped my cum into her, giving her everything I had. When I’d finished, she lay beneath me, limp and trying to catch her breath.

“What if I had a disease from those men?” she asked. “Did you ever consider that?”

I smirked at her. “What if I’m the one carrying something? Not that you have any business asking.”

She shuddered and my smile widened. I knew I was clean. Until Hollis, I’d not fucked a woman in years. Sexual urges weren’t something that bothered me. No, it was the whispers that came to me, telling me to spill blood. Those I would heed. Slicing up worthless pieces of flesh always made me hard, and there’d been a time I’d found a random woman and fucked her, willing or not. But this… having Hollis handcuffed to my bed, was the best I’d ever had.

I got up and went to the bathroom, starting the shower. I’d uncuff her long enough for the two of us to get cleaned up, and depending on how she behaved, I’d let her go downstairs with me. One wrong move, and she’d be right back on the bed.

I released her and carried her to the bathroom. Picking up one of my knives from the counter, I showed it to her. “Try to run, and I won’t hesitate to stab you. Understand?”

She nodded quickly, her gaze locked on the blade. I trailed the tip of the knife along her collarbone. She trembled and I felt a spike of adrenaline. Sliding the blade down farther, I circled her nipple. The fear in her eyes was addictive, and I wanted more.

“Remember when I said I’d make you mine in all ways?” I asked. “I’m going to cut my name into your skin, then I’m going to fuck you again. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”

She whimpered but didn’t pull away. Good, it meant she was learning. Perhaps one day, I’d be able to set her free without worrying she’d run off or hide from me.

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