Page 91 of Obsession

“Nah,” I say with a wink. “Watching you strip.”

I’m not lying.

He’s already stripped down to a T-shirt but still wears his dress pants from earlier in the night. I watch in silence as he sits on the edge of the desk chair and unties his shoes. Next, the socks, and his belt. I swallow when he folds it before he lays it over the back of the chair. I have vivid memories of what he’s done with that belt.

I watch as his clothes fall to the floor and pool by his feet, marveling at the harnessed strength evident even in the darkened room. A glint of moonlight illuminates the wide breadth of his shoulders, the corded muscles of his arms, thedefined planes of his chest and abs. My eyes travel down to his thick, muscled legs, planted like two trees on the ground.

“We should go apple picking,” I say absentmindedly.

“Apple picking?” He quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.

“Yeah, apple picking. Like, you go to the orchard and pick apples. They have things like hayrides and apple cider donuts and scarecrows.”

“Babe, it’s November. You have to do that in like… September.”

I sigh. “Oh. Right.”

He shakes his head and continues to undress. “What brought that up?”

“Just imagining climbing up on your back and using you like a ladder.”

“Violet.”

I swallow, my mouth dry. He says one word, and my body starts to heat.

I close my eyes against a rush of emotion and need. I love when he says my name. It’s sweetness and seduction, like chocolate-dipped berries.

“Yes?”

“We don’t need to go apple picking for you to climb me.”

Aw, fuck. I was tired, and now I’m very wide awake. I swallow. “I know.”

I continue to watch him in silence. By the time he’s stripped off the tee and stands only in his boxers, I’m on fire.

“Come here,” I whisper, gently stroking the side of the bed. He gives me a curious look, as if not sure he knows how to take a command from me. He’s usually the one giving them, so I decide to play nice. “Please, Cain.”

A little thrill ripples through me when I realize he’s actually doing something I asked him to. He sits quietly on the edge of the bed just like he did before he left, but this time, I slide out of bed. I position myself between his knees and gently pry them apart. He’s already hard, already eager, and when I stroke his erection through the thin fabric of the boxers, my mouth waters.

“Hands behind your back,” he says in a low command, as he gathers my arms and places them at the small of my back like I’m stretching for a yoga class. “Keep them there, baby.”

Baby.I melt.

I don’t have a submissive bone in my body. Never have, never will. I write my own rules and fight my own battles. But when Cain Master gives me a command, my knees buckle and my legs turn to jelly.

He’s the only man I’ll ever submit to, and he knows it.

I eye his hard cock tented in his boxers, lean forward, and kiss the very top.

“Please,” I say on a hoarse whisper.

“God, woman. You don’t have to ask me twice.”

I sigh when the satiny-feel of his cock touches my lips. I lick the very top and suckle, making him groan. He pumps into mymouth like he’s fucking me, and I take every inch of him, every perfect fucking inch. I tease and taunt and suckle and moan, eager to please, to own this small part of him that he grants me.

“Jesus, baby.Stop.”

I shake my head from side to side. I don’t want to stop. I want him to come. I want to swallow him down and own him like he does me.

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