Page 28 of Blades of Obsession

“Unh-uh. Say ‘please give me my first orgasm, Blade’.” When she still doesn’t say it, I start to slowly pull my fingers out.

“No! P… please give me my first… orgasm, Blade.” Her voice is desperate, and I smile, clenching my jaw. This is how I always want her for me—panting, squirming, and begging for my touch.

I press a kiss on her shoulder. “Anything for you, love. All you have to do is ask nicely like you just did and you’ll get anything you want in this world.” With that, I resume drilling my fingers into her wet cunt.

She closes her eyes, so I grab her face and turn it towards me.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” I taunt. “I want to see what no other man will ever see, that look in your eyes when your body comes apart in an orgasm.”

She doesn’t listen.

“Open. Your. Eyes,” I growl, pounding my fingers into her tight pussy roughly.

“Ah!” Her eyes fly open, pure ecstasy written on her face. The sight makes my cock strain against my jeans. She’s getting off on being treated like a little slut.

I take out my knife, licking the blade before running it down her neck. The metal looks sinful along her skin, and if my hands weren’t full, I’d take a picture to capture this sight forever.

She gasps and shakes her head no.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I say, pausing for effect. “Unless you try to leave me again, that is.”

The blade glides over her body, light at first before I press harder—not enough to break skin, but enough for her to feel it.

Her reaction is immediate, a half-wince, half-moan escapes her lips, her body caught between pleasure and pain. She surrenders completely, shaking as she comes undone, givingme her first ever orgasm. I don’t stop. In fact, I work my fingers inside her faster while my thumb strums her swollen clit wildly.

“I can’t take another one. It feels too much. Please.” She’s breathless, squirming.

“I know, baby, I know. Just one more, you can do it,” I coo in her ear as I continue to drive her over the edge.

I feel it in her body when the second orgasm crashes through her, her legs trembling, eyes heavy as they flutter shut. She slumps back, and I catch her in my arms.

“Told you my dreams always come true,” I whisper, slipping my knife back into its custom pocket. I had a detachable pocket made so it could easily snap onto any pair of jeans or slacks, and be retrieved within a split second.

I help her get cleaned up, smoothing down her disheveled hair before putting it into a braid.

We head back out into the main restaurant, making our way to the front door. Spotting the hostess reminds me that I need to find out where that douche waiter lives, to torture him for looking atmygirl, so I walk up and ask for his address. She hands it to me with a smile, scribbled on a small piece of paper. I pocket it and head out to the parking lot with Amelia. The valet doesn’t take long to bring my car around.

I reach for the passenger door handle, but she pushes my hand away and opens it herself, causing me to slam the door back shut.

“You’re not going to open doors when I’m around,ever.” My gaze finds hers and she’s upset, her usual bright eyes dimmed a little. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t open the door for me after you whispered God-knows-what to that hostess. What, were you inviting her back to your place? She looked happy to accept.” She crosses her arms.

Is she… jealous? She’s so fucking cute when she’s mad. Suddenly, I feel giddy. To be jealous means she has to like me. Right?Right?

Without warning, I push her against the car, my lips crashing into hers in a rough, demanding kiss. Her body tenses at first, hesitating, but then she melts into me, her resistance slipping away. Her lips part, and we find our rhythm, tongues moving together like they were always meant to.

Time stops. Nothing else matters but the feel of her. I grab her ass roughly, my fingers itching to be back inside her. She winces through the kiss, her lips trembling, and I smirk, biting her bottom lip. The spanking is going to leave its mark—she’ll feel it every time she sits tomorrow.

When we finally pull apart, I rest my forehead against hers. “Do you want me to kill her to prove to you I don’t want her?Voglio solo te.”I speak in Italian because I saw how much she liked it earlier.

She laughs, eyes pinched shut, thinking I’m joking. What she doesn’t realize is I’m dead serious, and if she had said yes, that hostess would be six feet under by midnight.

Chapter 12

AMELIA

Is that what an orgasm feels like?

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