Page 19 of His Obsession

“That’s up to you, but I won’t continue to visit you at night or in general if you are seeing this as…” Lucian stops talking instantly when I push him back a step and bring myself down to my knees, sitting back on my heels.

“For whatever reason, I trust you,” I say. “My trust is not easily earned, and I won’t promise that I won’t continue to try to push you away, but Iamconsenting, Luci.”

“Do you consent to this being recorded?” he asks.

“I assumed it was already being recorded or something,” I say.

“Oh, it’s live,” Laura says, looking at her phone. “Everyone in the gated area is watching.”

“I won’t be kind,” Lucian says as he gently strokes my cheek.

“I’m not asking for kind, Luci. I’m asking you to show me what you really want from me,” I say.

Lucian keeps his eyes locked with mine as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out. The camera does this man no justice because he is huge. I knew he was larger based on my sore throat when I first woke up, but this is unlike anything I imagined.

“Clasp your hands behind your back, and don’t move,” he commands. I do as I’m told, and a mischievous grin stretches across his face. “Mouth open. Tongue out.”

When I extend my tongue out with my mouth open wide, he tangles his fingers in my hair to keep a tight grip on me. Heslowly guides his cock to the back of my throat, watching me closely. I am struggling to not try and take over as he slowly fucks my throat. He pushes deep and holds for a moment before continuing. I’m not sure why he is doing it this way, but the way he is staring down at me is intoxicating.

I give in to temptation and hollow my cheeks. He instantly finds a pace that is punishing, and I gag as he violently fucks my throat. I unclasp my hands as tears run down my face, and he growls. “Don’t,” he commands.

I am trying hard to not push him away. I love everything about this, but my body is rejecting it. I can feel panic rising in the pit of my belly and my tears are starting to come from a place in my memories rather than from his brutality alone. I focus on his face and suck, desperate to not fall apart. It’s not often that my panic leaves my dreams, but something has hit a memory. When he moans, I am reminded that I am safe. The closer he gets to coming, the calmer I become.

“Fuck, swallow my come,” he groans. “That’s it. Take all of it.”

I drink him down and when he pulls away, I drop down to my hands as the memories slam down on me once again. He was supposed to protect me, yet he didn’t. He hurt me. He let his son hurt me. The memories of being hurt flash through my mind, and I only calm down when Lucian pulls me up from my hands and wraps me in a hug.

“It's not you. I promise, it’s not you,” I sniffle.

“I know it’s not,” he says. “You did well, Elise.”

“I’m sorry if I…”

“You did well, Elise,” he says cupping my face with his hands. “You follow instructions, and you communicated your emotions after. No matter who it is or what they have gone through, giving away control like that is emotionally taxing. You reacted no differently than anyone else does the first time they submit on that level.”

“I want more,” I admit.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he says. “All in due time.”

“What now?”

“Now, I’ll pay for this outfit, and you continue on with your day,” he says as he helps me up.

“You want me to keep it on?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I do. Laura can find you a dress to put on over it, but keep it on,” he says.

“Alright,” I shrug. “I’m actually going home next to get some work done.”

“Then do that,” he says.

“You’re going to come fondle me, aren’t you?” I ask.

“We’ll see,” he says with a grin.

When I get home,I go to my office and check my email to find that I have a mandatory video conference I have to be on soon. I have a wrap dress on that is appropriate to be on camera with, so I move my laptop to the couch so I can be comfortable.

When I get into the call, they’re doing attendance. “Elise,” Jake, my boss, says.

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