Page 34 of Whispers of Obsession

“Good girl,” he murmurs, sliding a hand along the length of my spine. It’s so startling, but it takes me a moment to place why.

You can feel the heat of his fingers. He’s removed his gloves.

I swallow hard as he gently probes at my entrance this time, and I breathe through the urge to clench.

“You’re wet, Cora,” he says, his breath tickling my ear. I jolt and try to turn my head, but he grabs the back of my neck, locking me in place. His other hand is still exploring between my legs. “Stay put like a good girl, and I’ll make you feel good.”

He’s whispering now, his voice too low to discern, and the fact that I can feel his warm breath on my cold skin means he’s removed his mask. Or lifted it slightly, at least. Why? Isn’t that risky? Does he not care if I turn and look and see who he is?

“You won’t, Cora,” he rumbles, his voice incredibly low and raspy, making me wonder if I uttered those thoughts out loud. “Because you want to be good. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good.”

I whimper as his finger breaches my entrance, and his words cloud and fog my mind. I stare down at the cooling water that ripples with each of my panting breaths as he pushes his finger deeper inside me, twisting it slightly. I whimper when he withdraws, and he chuckles again.

“So needy, Cora. You’re already begging for me,” he coos as he pushes back in. Two fingers this time. I can tell from the sudden burning stretch.

I try to shake my head in denial, but his grip tightens on the back of my neck.

“Don’t deny what we can both feel, pet.” He pulls his fingers free, and the wet sound in the quiet room makes my body blaze with embarrassment. “We can feel it, we can hear it, and fuck…” More wet, slurping sounds this time that make my jaw drop. “We can taste it.”

Before I can ask what he means, he thrusts two ungloved fingers deep into my mouth. I cough and gag, but he doesn’t give in, holding his thick fingers in my mouth expectantly until I relax enough to suck my essence from them. It tastes…sweet. Not bad. Nicer than his salty cum, that’s for sure. I lick every drop from him while he grinds his dick – how is he hard again? – against my bare ass.

“Good girl. Do you see how much you like this? Can you taste it?”

I close my eyes and nod, giving in to the inevitable. Maybe if he thinks I love it, he’ll get me off and let me go quicker. I’d rather die than admit that I’m wet because he’s pleasuring me.

He chuckles, and his fingers are gone so fast I’m not even sure he removed them. I open my mouth to complain, but he shushes me, and I think of kicking him in the balls before the meaning of his words sinks in.

“Good girl.”

He grabs my hips and thrusts his fingers into me so hard I scream out and fall forward, my hands in the water, keeping me upright. It feels like I’m being split in two.

“Yes,” he hisses, the fingers of his other hand digging painfully into the soft flesh of my hips. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to feel the pain, didn’t you?”

I sob and drop my head so that my wet hair covers my face.

A moment later, a sharp sting cuts through the fog in my mind as he slaps my bare ass hard. I cry out and try to pull away, but he holds me tight, pinned right up against the bath panel, and caresses my stinging skin.

“Shh, it’s okay, Cora. I’m just giving you what you want,” he croons, thrusting his fingers back into my pussy. I moan as he returns to finger-fucking me. “It felt good, didn’t it?”

I nod.

“You like being fucked hard, don’t you, Cora?”

I sigh and give in, nodding.Give him what he wants, and it’s over faster, Cora.Besides, I have no idea how I like to be fucked, because I’ve never been fucked. But I’m almost certain that I wouldn’t like it like this.

He slaps my ass again, making me suck in a breath. I don’t cry out though.

“Good girl.”

Again and again he slaps my ass, and I get wetter and wetter, my sensitive skin screaming as he spanks and fingers me, but I’m not allowed to cry out; only to moan and whimper through what definitely hurts, but somehow feels amazing as well.

I’m going to come any second, but he doesn’t give me the chance.

He releases my hip and slams his palm down on my back with so much force that I’m thrust forward, face-first, into the cold bath water.

I scramble like crazy to get out, but the masked man holds me down, deliberately keeping me trapped beneath the surface.

Panic grabs hold of me, and I flail madly, thrashing about. He holds me down easily, one hand spread under the surface of the water, keeping me there as I struggle. The other is still thrusting in and out of my pussy.

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