Page 27 of Twisted Obsession

His words send another wave of heat through me. I feel the bed shift again as he moves, and then his hands are on my thighs, gently spreading them apart. I comply eagerly, my body aching for more.

The mysterious object returns, this time tracing along the inside of my thigh. It's cool and smooth—perhaps leather?—and leavesgoosebumps in its wake. It travels higher, teasing, until it's just barely grazing my most sensitive area.

I whimper, arching my hips, silently begging for more. But Dominic keeps his touches light, maddeningly so. The leather—or whatever it is—traces patterns on my inner thighs, my stomach, occasionally brushing against my center but never providing the pressure I crave.

Just when I think I can't take any more teasing, I feel Dominic's warm breath against my ear. "Tell me what you want, Roisin," he whispers, his voice low and commanding.

I struggle to form words, my mind hazy with desire. "Please," I gasp, "I need more."

"More what?" he presses, the leather object now tracing lazy circles around my navel.

"Touch me," I plead, straining against my bonds. "Please, Dominic. Do what you will with me. I want it all."

He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "As you wish."

Suddenly, there’s another spear of pleasure-pain on my tender buds, quickly replaced by the warmth of his mouth on my breast. I cry out in pleasure as his tongue swirls around my sensitized nipple.

But then he’s gone again, teasing and tormenting. The leather—I think it’s his belt—slides down my body, reaching the apex of my thighs, and I’m fidgeting, unable to decide what I want. Wanting and fearing what he might do, equally, as the anticipation makes me jumpy.

With my legs spread wide, I feel his hot breath at my core, but instead of the hot tongue I’m expecting, a line of fire engulfs my clitoris as he lashes me with his belt instead.

I scream, my channel flooding and wetness engulfing me as Dominic smothers my cries with his mouth.

His kiss is deep and consuming, swallowing my sounds of mingled pleasure and pain. As our tongues dance, I feel his fingers replace the belt, stroking and soothing the tender flesh. The contrast of sensations is intoxicating—the lingering sting from the belt, the gentle caress of his fingers, the passionate press of his lips.

Dominic breaks the kiss, leaving me gasping for air. His lips trail down my neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. I strain against my bonds, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer. But the restraints hold firm, leaving me at his mercy.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs against my skin. "So responsive, so eager."

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. I feel his weight shift on the bed, and then his mouth is on me, his tongue laving at my most sensitive places. I cry out, my hips bucking involuntarily. The sensations are almost too much - the lingering sting of the belt, the heat of his mouth, the clever strokes of his tongue, the scrape of his stubble against my inner thighs.

As his fingers trace my slit, still teasing and tempting before finally sinking deep to work their magic, my world narrows to nothing but sensation. The silk scarf around my eyes intensifies every touch, every caress. I'm lost in a sea of pleasure, waves of ecstasy building higher and higher.

Dominic's fingers increase their pace, and his mouth works in tandem, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My breath comes in short gasps, my body trembling with need. I'm teetering on the brink, so close to release. But before I can fall, he moves away, leaving me whining in disappointment. There’s a rustle of fabric, and a moment later, his hands grip my thighs, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

“I want to be inside you when you come, feel you squeezing my cock and pulsing around it,” he says gruffly, plunging inside me with a single, rough thrust.

His words are my undoing. With a cry that echoes through the room, I shatter. Waves of pleasure crash over me, each one more intense than the last. My body arches off the bed, straining against the silk bonds as I ride out my climax while Dominic pounds into me, bottoming out against my cervix and sending ongoing skitters of pleasure-pain throughout every nerve of my body. He doesn't let up, working me through the aftershocks until I'm quivering with overstimulation. Using me for his own pleasure and mine until I’m no more than a rag doll in his hands, his to do with as he wishes.

Dominic's pace becomes erratic, his breathing harsh and ragged. With a guttural groan, he thrusts deep one final time, his body tensing as he finds his own release.

For a moment, we're both still, our jagged breaths the only sound in the room. Then Dominic shifts, gently pulling out of me, and I whimper at the loss.

His weight leaves the bed, but then there’s silence. Not even a murmur of air displaced in the room.

“Dominic?” I ask, feeling suddenly unsure. “What are you doing?”

His fingers trail from my throat to my mons, grounding me once again. “Just looking at you,” he replies, so quietly, I wonder if I really heard him.

There’s a shift in the atmosphere of the room, something unspeakable I don’t dare name, but the moment is broken a second later when I feel his hands on my wrists, carefully untying the silk scarf. As the blood rushes back to my arms, he massages them gently, easing any discomfort.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft and concerned.

I nod, still too overwhelmed to speak. His fingers move to the blindfold, hesitating for a moment before slowly removing it. I blink, my eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room. Dominic's face comes into focus, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness and it’s right then I realize I’ve done the most stupid thing in my life.

I’ve fallen in love with Dominic Romano, my jailor, my guard, capo of our deadliest enemy.

A man I will never have a future with.

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