Page 99 of Whispers of Obsession

Suddenly, he yanks it free, moving between my spread legs. He pushes something on the vibrator, and the buzzing intensifies. I’m distracted by the pleasure, until I feel wet metal at my back entrance. Probing. Pushing.

I lift my head as much as I can, the metal chain connecting one nipple clamp to the other shakes with my movement, and the ache there is nothing compared to the feeling of the masked man shoving the tip of the gun into my ass.

“No!” I cry out from the pain, but it only encourages him.

One quick shove, and it’s inside me. Not far, but far enough that it fucking hurts, and I hate it.

He thrusts it in and out, his other hand pressing down and pinching my clit, and I come. HARD. Screaming once more.

“You didn’t deserve that…” he hisses, slapping my inner thigh so hard I howl in pain. Then he does it again. And again. He reaches up and releases one clamp suddenly, and the rush of pain is so fucking intense that I scream until my ears ring…

I want to scream his name.

“I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation you’re in. So let’s begin the game.”

I watch, as he places his finger over the trigger of the gun still in my ass, and pulls it. The slam of the hammer makes me jump.

Tears fill my eyes, fear steals my breath. What is he doing? This isn’t fun. Isn’t exciting. Why have I been missing him? Why have I been craving his depravity, his violence? This isn’t…it isn’t anything other than horrific. I can’t do this.

“Are you scared to die, little slut?” he asks, and I nod, unable to speak through the tears I’m weeping.

I want to live.

He pulls it out of me and raises it before my face.

The wet gun, dripping with my cum where I came so hard I squirted and it leaked down onto my ass, is pressed to my forehead once more. I tremble, my breath comes in pained snatches. My chest is tight. My vision is blurry with more than just tears.

I’m petrified.

“There’s a single bullet loaded.” I watch as he spins the barrel, and an ache starts in my heart.

Will he really risk killing me? What did I do? Does he know about Slater? He must. But how? Was he watching us? Why has it enraged him? Is it because he thinks I’m his?

“I’ve thought about this, you know. Putting this gun to your head, and pulling the trigger.” He emphasizes his words by doing just that. I scream again, my fear a living, breathing thing now, despite the buzzing between my legs still going. “And then putting it to my temple, and pulling it one final time.”

I watch as he lifts the gun to his head, the image something I’ll never forget. The mask staring back at me.

I scream, lurching forward toward him uselessly because I’m still tied down.

“No!” I cry, more desperate and frantic than ever, as he pulls the trigger again. My heart is in my throat, my blood screaming in my ears.

Then the bang is the only sound I hear as everything goes black.

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Ithought she’d pass out from coming, not through fear.

It’s interesting that she didn’t balk that much at me shooting the gun in her ass or against her forehead.

Why did she faint when I held it to my own head?

It was a calculated risk. I wanted to see how far she would go and how much she’d beg for her life. I just didn’t expect her to beg for mine.

She was so desperate for my attention that she didn’t even flinch when I threatened her physically. But when the ultimate threat was brought to my own head, it shattered her. It meant that she couldn’t even save me from myself, even as she begged for her own life.

She fainted because the situation had gone too far, and her mind couldn’t handle the severity of the moment. It was just the breaking point she couldn’t bear. And as she lies there, still unconscious, I realize something: she doesn’t truly understand the darkness that lies within her. She doesn’t know the depths to which she will go to please me, to win my love and devotion.

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