Page 27 of Blades of Obsession

I need to make it clear that no matter how hard she tries, she’s not escaping me. She could run to the ends of the earth, and I’d find her and drag her back.

My darker thoughts urge me to choke her until she passes out, then drag her out of here and chain her to my bed permanently. Then she wouldn’t even be able to think about leaving. But I’m not that cruel. Yet. Maybe if she tries to leave again, I will be.

Her breathing quickens when I pull up her dress, revealing her pink thongs and perfect ass. Fuck, it’s so perfect—and mine. All mine. I can’t wait to see it marked red with my handprint. Pushing her panties aside, I slide my fingers alongthe length of her lips, then ease one into her. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

She hums, biting her lips to stifle the sound, but little noises still slip through. I add another finger, and at first, it doesn’t want to let me in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. That means when the time comes, I get to stretch you to the exact size of my cock. I’ll fuck you so deep no one else will be able to reach there.” She clenches around me, and I smile. “You like that? Having your cunt stretched to fit me perfectly?”

I thrust my fingers faster, angling them to hit the right spot. The soft, desperate cries falling from her lips sound glorious. Nothing like I’ve ever heard before.

She bucks against my hand, trying to gain more friction. But this is a punishment, so just when she’s really into it—throwing her head back and all—I stop and pull out, smacking her ass hard with my right hand.

“Ah!” she screams, her body jolting forward onto the metal bar.

“Did you think you were going to get to enjoy this, angel?”

“Please...”

Another hard smack lands, then another, until I’m raining down smacks with no pause in between. I can feel the heat radiating from her plump ass that’s now an angry shade of red.

She’s writhing under my hand, her cries growing louder with each hit. When she reaches back to stop me, I catch her wrist and pin it to the small of her back.

“Please, it hurts!” she whines, resting her forehead against the wall.

“It’s supposed to. How else will you learn not to try leaving me again?”

I rub her stinging skin with one hand while plunging two fingers back inside her with the other. As soon as she’s teetering on the edge of release again, I pull back out and lay down more slaps. The abrupt shift from pleasure to pain, the high snatched away, makes her cry out and stomp her foot.

Slap.

“Do you understand now that you’re stuck with me?”

“I… I understand,” she breathes.

“That’s my girl.”

This time, I intend to finally let her come. I return my fingers inside her cunt, while also rubbing her clit again. As I insert a third finger, there’s some resistance, but she eventually opens up for me. All the teasing has her wound so tight, it doesn’t take long before she’s clenching around my fingers, her legs shaking.

“Are you going to come for me?” I whisper huskily into her ear.

“I-I don’t know. I never have.”

I pause, fingers still shoved inside her. “I thought you said you weren’t a virgin.”

“I’m not, but I’ve never donethat.”

“You shouldn’t have told me that. Now we’re not leaving this bathroom until you give metwoorgasms. Even if I have to force them out of you.”

She gasps, shaking her head, but her body betrays her as she pushes back against my hand. Her cunt is soaking even more than before the spanking. She liked it.

“You want that, huh, pretty girl? To come all over my fingers twice?” She shakes her head again. “That’s a shame. Because I’m not moving until you say you do.”

A small whine escapes her lips. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please… do it.”

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