Page 55 of Blades of Obsession

The way he looks at me—dark and predatory—makes me both nervous and excited. I swallow hard, suddenly aware of how close we are, and the weight of his words hangs between us like a promise.

Without warning, he grabs a fistful of my hair and shoves his dick into my mouth. My throat struggles to accommodate his growing length.

“Mmm fuck,” he grunts. Loud gags fill the air, mingling with his heavy breathing and subtle groans of pleasure. “Youdirty little slut, choking on my cock.” I feel a moan slip from my lips, vibrating on his dick. “Fuuuuuck.” He tilts his head back.

He tightens his grip on my hair, the silky strands wrapping around his fist, hurting my scalp. When I start to tire and slow my movements after a few minutes, he sends a slap to my face with the end of the belt. “Sluts don’t get tired, keep going. Here, you want help?” He thrusts his hips up from the bed, driving his entire length deep to the back of my throat while he face-fucks me. Spit is drooling out of my mouth as I struggle to keep pace with his relentless pounding. If he’s this hard in my mouth, I can’t imagine when he ravishes my poor pussy.

“That’s more fucking like it. Take all of me down your pretty little throat until you can’t breathe.”

Chapter 21

AMELIA

After a few minutes of coughing and choking while he’s assaulting my throat, he groans and releases into my mouth. My breath comes in ragged pants, trying to put the air back in my lungs. The back of my throat is hoarse.

“Swalloweverylast drop,” his deep, raspy voice runs through my whole body, making my head swim.

I try to, but a few drops spill down my chin and onto the hardwood floor. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue to show him it’s gone, hoping he won’t notice. But his rough hands force my head down to the cold, hard floor, and as my face meets the polished wood, I gasp.

“Clean it up. With your tongue. Now,” he commands, grabbing both my arms and pinning them behind my back, leaving me spread like a rotisserie chicken.

“I-I’m notlickingthe floor. That’s disgusting!”

“Oh, really? You aren’t, huh?” He unhooks the belt from around my neck and dangles it in front of my face. He doesn’t even have to say the warning out loud, the sight of the belt alone makes my heart race with all the emotions at once.

Dammit.

At least I can count on the floor being clean, he treats the room like he’s in the military and a higher-up is gonna check it at any minute. I squeeze my eyes shut and brace myself, leaningdown to run my tongue along the few spilled drops. As I do, he places his boot on my upper back, pressing me into the floor.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little filthy slut,” he praises, and it sends wetness to my core just like every other time he says I’ve done a good job. “Cleaning my cum off the floor with your tongue just because I told you to.” I squeeze my thighs shut.

He must notice, because he stops my legs from closing with his boot and kicks them apart. “Ah, ah, ah. Someone getting wet?” He’s staring at my glistening pussy with a smug smile and I avert my eyes, squirming under his gaze. “We’ll have to fix that for the pretty girl,” he rasps, holding out his hand to help me up.

When I take it, he places me on the bed and pushes my panties more to the side. “Jesus Christ, you’resoaked. This tight cunt is ready to be pounded until it knows it belongs to me.”

A fiery warmth spreads through my body like a wildfire. I’ve been waiting for this.Desperatefor it. Maybe even a part of me thought if I did go to that bar tonight, he’d show up and I’d get what I wanted.

I gasp as he tears my dress off like a starving animal, and the air between us crackles with anticipation. As I lay before him completely bare, his fiery gaze intensifies. The way he looks at me—as if I were the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on—sends a rush of comfort through my veins.

“Fuck, I’m going to tear your little pussy apart.” His voice has an air of desperation as he finishes pulling his pants off in a rush. Whether that was supposed to be a threat or a tease, I don’t know.

Now that I think about it, Idofeel a little nervous about his large size ‘tearing me apart’. He has to be almost double the size of any other guy I’ve been with by length, and he’s not lacking in girth either. He’s cut, it’s veiny, thick, and looks like it belongs in some kind of porn magazine. On his thigh, I can seea line tattoo that looks like it goes all the way around the thick muscle, and I don’t know why, but it’s hot as hell.

Just by the sight of him naked, I’m literallythrobbingdown there.

“You’re… big.” I voice my concern as he rubs the tip of his cock against my entrance.

“Don’t worry. It’s gonna fit. I’ll make it.”

Goosebumps litter my skin.He’ll make it fit?

His hard-on is growing even more, and I can feel it perched up against my stomach now, going past my belly button as he grinds his hips agonizingly slow.

“Three rules.” His raspy voice sounds against my ear.

I hum.

“One. You’re not gonnaevercome without my permission. I control all of them—how many and when. Even when you’re not with me. You have to ask first.”

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