Page 100 of Whispers of Obsession

I know I have her now.

When she’s done everything and more than she ever thought she could to get my attention, the very thought of losing me is what sent her spiraling into a world of fear and desire, the perfect blend of the two.

She’s perfect. She’s proven herself. But that doesn’t mean I’m done punishing her or going easy on her. She’s manipulative now, she’s lost that edge of innocence and craves darkness. Well, I’m here to give it to her.

Looking down at where our bodies are joined, I miss the sight of my dick slick with her blood this time. A wistful sigh leaves my lips as I slam home.

I told Cora I’d fuck her while she was unconscious, and judging by the way her cunt is weeping for me, she fucking loves it.

I groan as my cock swells inside her, the pain and pleasure of it overwhelming. I’ve denied myself a release for so long and now my body responds to her even though I’m mad at her. I’m still drawn to her, still craving her as much as she craves me.

Holding her hips steady, pressing her down into the mattress and rutting into her deeply, I know my hands will leave bruises as I take her rough and hard. Each slap of my body against hers echoes through the room, mingling with the sound of my grunts and the slick wetness of our bodies.

With each thrust, her body responds anew, her cunt clenching around my invasion like a vice. I can feel her trembling beneath me, although she’s unconscious and can’t feel any of it. It doesn’t matter. This is my release, my revenge.

I pound away at her as she lies there, helpless and vulnerable. Her breathing is ragged and uneven, but she doesn’t make a sound. It is just as I want it, but I do almost miss her sobs and pleas. I’m angry and hard, my body covered in sweat and the remnants of her cum from earlier. I’m roughlyfucking her, using her for my own pleasure and nothing else, but it feels hollow.

And that just enrages me more.

My dick is so far inside her that it feels like I could shatter her from the inside out. My hands grip her hips tightly, my nails breaking through her skin where I’ve torn off my gloves, as I thrust into her over and over. My teeth grind together in anger and lust, and my heart races with the same emotions. I can feel myself nearing the edge, my orgasm building and building until it feels like it will consume me whole.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, I release. I feel my cock convulse inside her, spilling my seed deep inside her. I let out a roar of release, my body shaking with the force of it. I pull out of her with a wet popping sound and collapse down beside her, still panting heavily.

I am not satisfied. If anything, I’m even more worked up.

I slap the side of Cora’s face, urging her to wake up. When she doesn’t stir, I slap her again, letting my palm fall heavily against her cheek. Nothing. The skin pinkens and I smirk.

Untying her legs so that I can flip her onto her front, I take a moment to admire the bruises on her ass. I return the vibrator to her cum-filled cunt, turn it on low. I promised her I’d fuck her relentlessly, and I intend to do just that.

I use our cum to lube up my still-hard dick, before easing it into her ass. It’s almost a shame that she’s out for this, but she’ll come around.

Or maybe she won’t. I don’t really care either way. For now, I’ll enjoy the peace. If she wakes, I’ll delight in making her scream.

I glance longingly at the discarded gun on the mattress but don’t reach for it. It’s been in her ass, I’m not about to shove it in her cunt without a thorough cleaning, more’s the pity. I’mprepared to play Russian Roulette with her life, but not with her health — I’m practically a saint.

I fuck her anally with slow, deliberate strokes, each one eliciting a quiet moan from her unconscious form. The vibrator in her pussy hums, and I can’t help but feel a strange satisfaction at the thought of her unknowingly experiencing two simultaneous sensations.

The orgasm she had earlier has left her limp and weak, her body completely at my mercy. I’m not satisfied yet, though. I want to mark her, to claim her completely.

I fumble for the knife on my belt, then glide the blade down the length of her spine, drawing a thin line of blood. Satisfied, I continue to thrust into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.

It’s then that I reach down and pull the vibrator from her cunt, tossing it aside. The sight of her sex, slick and swollen and oozing with our combined releases, drives me to a new level of arousal. I reach for the gun, lifting it off the mattress and pointing it at her ass.

I hesitate for a moment, my finger hovering over the trigger. I imagine the sensation of the bullet entering her, the way it would burn through her flesh and send her into unbearable pain. But I can’t do it. I can’t take her life that way. Without her as part of my world, I wouldn’t want to live.

Instead, I switch to the knife and position the flat of the blade against her sex, the cold metal touching her sensitive flesh. I slide it back and forth, fantasizing about the exquisite pain it could cause her if I just twisted my wrist a little.

She whimpers, but her eyes remain closed, still locked in unconscious slumber. I grip the base of my cock, aiming it toward the entrance of her ass once more. The pleasure and power I feel in this moment, knowing I can push her to the limits of her endurance, is intoxicating.

I thrust into her with renewed vigor, feeling the resistance of her ass meeting my cock, the wetness coating my skin, and the vibrations from the movements of the knife triggering her body’s response. It’s a perfect combination of pain and ecstasy, and she’s helpless to stop it.

My cock swells inside her ass, the pressure intense but pleasurable. I hold her hips tightly, the motion of my thrusts causing the knife to press into the soft flesh of her stomach.

With each thrust, I feel her body tremble beneath me, her muscles clenching and releasing around my cock. It’s a symphony of sensations, of power and submission, of control and chaos. I can feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

Suddenly she comes round, her body tensing, and I lift my head, my eyes locking onto hers. She’s filled with a mix of fear and pain, and I can see the desperation in her eyes. She tries to push me away, but I’m too strong. I continue the assault on her with renewed vigor, the muscles in her ass and her cunt clenching around my invasion.

I grit my teeth, feeling her body grip me tightly. Her crying only spurs me on, and I keep it up, fucking her ass as hard as I can. The knife presses into her stomach, causing her to grunt with each thrust. I can see the pain etched onto her face, but I can’t stop. My cock feels so alive inside her, pulsing with each contraction of the muscles around it.

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