Page 102 of Obsession

Oh, great. He’s pissed, and now he’s either going to fuck me to remind me who’s boss or use my body in some way to punish me.

“Okay, so let’s get this straight. You made me a promise. I made you one. I kept my end up, and now you’re… getting mad at me or something?”

“Do I look mad?”

I nod. “You look fuckingpissed.”

He frowns slightly, then nods. “I am.”

I throw up my hands in exasperation. “You’re maddening, you know that?”

“Takes two, babe.”

“What? You think I’m maddening?”

“I do.” No reaction. He glances at the clock on his desk. “You have two minutes, starting right now.”

“Or what?” I throw back at him, even as my hands fly to unfasten my shoes.

“Or I’ll strip you myself, and I’ll strip more than your fucking clothes.”

OhGod.

My hands tremble as I remove my shoes, then stand up and quickly disrobe. The rest of my clothing falls to the floor in a crumpled heap until all I’m doing is standing in front of him wearing nothing but my birthday suit.

“You’re beautiful.”

I look away. I can’t handle praise like that. It makes me uncomfortable.

“Thank you,” I murmur. I shiver, though I’m warm in here. He pulls out his phone and talks into the speaker. “Tell everyone I don’t want to be disturbed until further notice.”

He slides his phone into his pocket.

“Come here, baby,” Cain says. He walks to me, sits at his desk, then pulls me onto his lap. Once again, I’m struck by the contrast of him fully clothed and clothed well, and me stark naked, straddling him.

He lives for an imbalance in power.

Thrives on it.

I’m not so sure how I feel about this.

“Are we… talking about avenging my parents while I’m… naked?”

“We’ll be talking about a lot of things with you naked on my lap like this.”

A glimmer of excitement rushes through me before I can stop it, and it aggravates the hell out of me because this puts him at a decided advantage. After only days with Cain mastering my body, I began to be conditioned to crave more.

And I like it. I like all of it. I love the way he is with me. But I wonder if this isn’t to his full advantage to “discuss” things when I’m not wearing any clothes.

“It sounds to me like you’ll be getting the long end of the stick on that one?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. You might be getting the long end of the stick, too.”

OhGod. Men.

There’s a smile in his voice though.

He wants me naked and at his mercy, begging for him to touch me or allow me to come… because that’s when I’m at my most submissive with him, and he knows it.

---