Page 161 of Obsession

I close my eyes and nod. I do. I trust him. I trust him implicitly. It’s taken a while to get here, but he’s proven himself so often, I know now that I can trust him fully.

The tip of the knife crosses lower still, to where my thighs meet my ass, and then he scrapes it along each of my thighs. The skin burns, then tingles, and I feel as if every sense has been magnified. I freeze completely when he places the handle of the knife between my legs.

“Open those legs up.”

I trust him.

I do what he tells me. He glides the handle between my legs. It’s cold and hard, but I’m so turned on, I’d come with one stroke of his fingers.

“Fucking gorgeous. Look at you,” he murmurs to himself. “You really do trust me.”

I nod. “I do. Of course I do.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

The knife makes its way down my legs to my ankles, then drags across the tip of each foot, until he’s drawn a trail map across my entire body. He hasn’t drawn blood, though, and that’s where the trust comes in.

“I need to taste you, Violet,” he whispers.

My mouth’s so dry, I can only nod. My hips arch with the first feel of his tongue doing wicked, perfect things to me.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Oh, please. Oh God, just likethat.”

He laps and sucks and plunges his tongue in my core, until I’m nearly weeping with the need to come. I can’t hold back any longer.

“Come, baby. I want to taste you. I want to feel you. Come on my mouth.”

Light explodes behind my eyes, a sparkle of stars showering my vision when I’m enveloped in perfect ecstasy.

He groans, milking my orgasm, until I slump over the table.

He makes quick work of undressing, taking his position behind me, and when I feel his cock at my entrance, I moan and whimper a little. “Yes. Yes, please, just like that.”

He plunges into me with one firm thrust, and my world shatters and rocks, ecstasy filling every cell as he works a perfect rhythm until we both scream our pleasure in the soundproof room.

I’m slumped over the table, riding the waves of bliss, his body pressed up against mine. I love this man so much.

“Oh, good. Now I can tell you.”

He pulls out and cleans me off. He’s got a little kit he keeps here for this very purpose, filled with all sorts of kinky accoutrements. Our little goody box.

“Tell me what.”

“I was afraid if I told you before, you wouldn’t fuck me, and Ireallyneeded to be fucked.”

“Violet…”

There’s my name in my favorite voice. I grin.

“The doctor would tell you it’s perfectly fine, though.”

“Violet, I swear to God if you don’t tell me what the fuck?—”

“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out.

“You’re… pregnant.” He repeats it like I’ve just spoken in a foreign language, so to tease him, I do.“Ich bin schwanger,”I say with a nod. I look over my shoulder at him. “And that doesn’t mean we can’t get kinky or have sex.”

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