Page 110 of Arran's Obsession

I’d half expected a cage, or some other device, and his choice made me shiver. The last time I’d been on this had been such a mixture of pleasure and darker emotions, yet automatically, I stepped up, guided by Arran and lifting my hands on his muttered instruction.

With my legs held wide apart and my arms outstretched, I breathed, exposed and dying for more. I listened hard, trying to pick up any movement.

Arran’s voice was barely more than a growl. “This is for me, understand? Not you.”

Abruptly, he crowded me and punched inside me with a growl of pure need. I cried out, the position making his thrust so deep.

“Mine to own. Mine to keep fucking safe.”

His strokes got harder and more punishing with every word, his fingers bruising my hips.

“Yours,” I agreed.

I’d taken so much from him. His vow and his virginity. His peace of mind. I could give him this.

I also couldn’t stop myself from taking. He stretched me so good. Every hit inside boosted my already heightened state from the spanking. I was so ready, so close to the edge, so desperate to reach it and fall. I pulsed around his dick, the first warning of an impending climax that was going to blow my mind.

Arran stopped. Pulled out.

I exhaled disappointment, bereft without him filling me. The room quietened. I focused hard to pick up on his location.

Something touched my ankle and I jumped.

It was his knife, rising up my leg, drawing fire over my thigh. He skipped to my belly, digging the flat side of his blade into my soft flesh.

Then it hooked under my bra and sliced.

Another two cuts and my last remaining item of clothing was gone, pulled away and no doubt thrown.

“You’re as beautiful as you are infuriating.” Arran tweaked my nipple.

I jumped, the action softening as his mouth replaced his fingers. He tormented me, both nipples sucked hard and lightly bitten. Love bites delivered into my skin until he rumbled approval at whatever he could see. The line of bites on my breasts. My shredded underwear and red ass from earlier. Him marking me however he wanted.

His hands took my hips and he entered me again with a hard thrust.

“So fucking wet.”

Desperation filled me with every surge of his body slamming into mine. Sweat broke out on my brow. I needed to come. He wasn’t going to let me, just like when he’d had free use of me and I’d been nothing more than his fuck toy.

A traitorous telltale pang of lust struck me, echoed by every pleasure point, my pussy squeezing his dick.

Arran stopped,of course, repeating the act of teasing other parts of me then fucking me all over again. Start. Stop. Killing me by holding off my climax.

Just when I thought I’d lose my mind, his actions surprised me. One by one, he released my constraints. My wrists first then my ankles.

My surprise was short lived. Lifting me, he spun me around the other way, so I was face-on with the cross. Methodically, he tied me back onto it. I gave him no complaint, as hooked on this as he seemed to be.

“I could edge you all night as the club fills and empties, driving you insane with need.”

Some messed-up part of me thrilled at his words. He wasn’t done.

“But I need to come and fucking fast.”

Arran toyed with my ass cheeks. I stiffened, my wariness returning.

He knelt and kissed my backside, biting where he’d spanked me, and adding to the marks he was leaving on my skin. My nerves blazed where he touched me. Between my legs, I dripped for him.

Arran captured some of that arousal and drew it back to my puckered rear hole. He pressed a fingertip inside and I moaned loud in shock. His tongue followed, penetrating me right there. Then another finger drove in, up to the knuckle. He rotated his hand, opening me up.

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