Page 26 of Twisted Obsession

When he returns, he cleans me with a warm cloth, and I’m suddenly shy when his intense gaze drops to the blood smeared on my thighs, the evidence of the gift I chose to give him. His jaw clenches, but he simply kisses my temple before going to rinse out the cloth.

Finally, he climbs back into the bed, gathering me in his arms, and I curl into his warmth, resting my head on his chest. His heartbeat gradually slows beneath my ear as we lay in comfortable silence. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, sending pleasant shivers through me.

"How are you feeling?" Dominic asks softly, his voice rumbling in his chest.

I nod against him. "Bloody awesome," I murmur, tilting my head to meet his gaze.

His expression grows more serious as he studies my face. "You sure? No pain or discomfort?"

The tenderness in his concern makes my heart swell. "A little sore," I admit. "But in a good way. I feel... different. But wonderful."

We’re silent for a moment longer, both lost in our own thoughts. Something has shifted in my mind. I don’t know if it’s the intimacy we’ve shared or the deed we’ve performed, but my feelings for Dominic seem to have exploded into something different. Something monumental.

I never imagined it could be like this. So intimate. So tender. I swallow hard, feeling suddenly vulnerable, connected to him in a way I've never felt with anyone before.

I know it’s probably just me, that to Dominic, this is just another encounter of many, and he’d never welcome the knowledge of my wayward thoughts, but I need to give him at least some of my reality. Acknowledge out loud just a little bit of what this suddenly means to me. So I whisper, “I’m glad it was you.”

I mean that more than he will ever know.

Chapter

Thirteen

ROISIN

Imight have come here as a virgin, but in the three short days since Dominic introduced me to the wonders of sex, I’ve experienced a lifetime of pleasure and discovery. Each encounter leaves me craving more, pushing the boundaries of what I thought my body was capable of feeling. Even the circumstances of my captivity have faded into insignificance as I exist in this little bubble of pleasure. The danger has waned, almost forgotten, even though it’s all just an illusion. One that Dominic perpetuates by keeping me sated and satisfied and so damn loved up I can’t imagine being anywhere else.

Now, as I lay in bed, my skin still tingling from our last encounter, I hear Dominic's footsteps approaching. My pulse quickens with anticipation as he enters the room, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Ready for something new?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

I nod eagerly, my body already responding to his presence. He produces two silk scarves from behind his back, holding them up with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you trust me?"

The question hangs in the air. Part of me knows I shouldn't—he's my captor, after all. But the larger part, the part consumed by desire, doesn't hesitate.

"Yes," I breathe.

He moves towards me, scarves in hand. As he gently covers my eyes, plunging me into darkness, a thrill of excitement courses through me. Without sight, every other sense heightens. The brush of his fingers against my skin sends shivers down my spine. I feel the bed dip as he joins me, his warmth radiating beside me. His lips find mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless. His hands begin to roam, smoothing up my arms which he lifts above my head and binds with the second scarf. The silken fabric tightens around my wrists, not painfully, but securely. I test the bonds, a mixture of vulnerability and arousal flooding through me. Dominic's weight shifts on the bed, and for a moment, there's nothing but anticipation hanging in the air.

Then I feel it—the lightest touch ghosting along my collarbone. I gasp, my body arching into the sensation. Without my sight, I can't anticipate where he'll touch next. Each caress is a surprise, sending sparks of pleasure across my skin.

His lips replace his fingers, trailing hot kisses down my neck. I moan softly, straining against the scarf binding my wrists, desperate to touch him. But the restraint only heightens every sensation.

"Shh," Dominic whispers against my ear, his breath warm and teasing. "Just feel."

Something smooth and warm traces down my sternum, but my mind can’t process it. The contrast against my flushed skin makes me shiver. It circles my breast, teasing but never quite touching where I crave it most.

I bite my lip, trying to stifle the whimper building in my throat. Then it lifts away, but before I can object, there’s a swish and a flick, and it lands on my hard, pouting nipple with a flash of heat and pain that has me bucking up from the bed.

My mind is still a crashing vortex of sensation, scrambling to process when the other nipple receives the same treatment.

I cry out, but it’s from surprise and a swift flare of desire, not fear or pain. The sensations ripple through my body, igniting a fire that spreads from my breasts down to my core. I'm panting now, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath.

The anticipation builds as I wait for the next touch, the next sensation. My skin feels electrified, every nerve ending alive and tingling. I hear a soft chuckle from Dominic, and I can picture the satisfied smirk on his face.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "I love watching you come undone."

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