Page 65 of Blades of Obsession

“You wanna come, pretty girl?” She nods and throws her ass back on me, it feels so good I have to clench my teeth. “Beg me.” The only response I get is a whimper. “Beg me.” I thrust into her harder. “Beg for it, like the little slut that you are.”

“Pl—ease… Pl—” She gasps. “C-can… I…”

“I know, I know.”Thrust.“But you’re gonna try to get them out for me, okay? Because you’re not coming unless you can ask.”

“Please, please…” she finally manages to say when I slow down a little.

“Why should I let you? When you’ve been disobedient?”

She whines and squirms around. “Please. Please let me c-come. I won’t disobey you anymore.”

I grab a fistful of her hair and tilt her head back, seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head as I fuck her ruthlessly. “You’re gonna be my good girl from now on?”

“Yes!” she squeals, and I can tell by the way her cunt is strangling my cock for dear life, she’s close.

“Fuck, angel. I can’t leave this wet cunt. I wanna stay here all night fucking you into the mattress until you pass out.” And I would if we didn’t have a ball to get back to. “Come for me.”

She lets out a breathless scream as she falls apart on my dick, writhing in ecstasy. “Oh my—!” I place my hand over her mouth, muffling the loud noises that threaten to escape.

Her back arches as she rides out her orgasm, and I grab her by the neck, lifting her top half and pulling her closer to me. I bite down on her neck to conceal my own grunts and groans asI come deep inside her, fully emptying my balls. My thrusts slow down, but I keep going, pushing the cum further into her.

She falls limp on the bed. Her hair is disheveled, her cheeks red, and a dazed expression rests on her face. She looks properly fucked, and more importantly, she looks properly fucked by me. Her soft whimper breaks the silence as she stirs, struggling to get up but falling back down.

“Shh, shh. You don’t need to do anything or think about anything,” I mumble, rubbing her back. “Don’t even keep thoughts in your pretty little head right now. I’ll be right back and you just stay like this. Don’t move, and I’ll go get another dress to change you into.”

I run upstairs like a cheetah on the hunt to Frankie’s room, pick out a pink dress, and come back to find her slumped on the bed in the same spot.

I can’t help the smile that makes its way across my face.

This is one of my favorite versions of her. Right after we fuck and she can barely move and needs me to do everything for her. Her helplessness, the soft whimpers while I clean her up, the vulnerability—all make me want to plunge right back into her.

After helping her change into the new dress and putting her hair into a half-up, half-down style, we walk back to the party. She doesn’t even notice the few people who glance in our direction, staring—she’s still on a high. Good.

Everyone’s attention shifts to the front of the room as the sharp tap of a microphone sounds in the air.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” John begins. “I have an important announcement to make. For years, I’ve kept certain details of my life hidden for safety reasons. But now, it’s as good a time as any to tell the truth.” He motions for Frankie, who hesitates, her brows furrowed, before eventually going to join him. “This is my daughter. Yes, my biological daughter. AndI expect her to be treated like royalty by everyone here, at all times.”

A few members—mostly the ones from Crestview who didn’t know—gasp. Frankie’s expression twists into sheer horror as her gaze locks on something in the crowd. I follow her line of vision and spot Asher weaving through people, storming towards the exit. Frankie’s face crumples, and she bolts after him faster than I’ve ever seen her run.

Amelia notices the commotion. “What just happened?”

I shrug. “I’m guessing Asher didn’t know, and now he’s mad that he’s finding out this way.”

“I need to go after her,” she says, already stepping towards the exit.

I catch her arm, holding her back. “Let them handle it first. Then when she gets back, you can talk to her.”

“But she seemed upset. She needs me!”

“And if they’re talking right now? What are you going to do, interrupt them? Get in between them? I know my best friend, and you butting in will just make things worse. Let them talk it out first. They need the time alone.”

“I can be there for moral support.”

She snatches her arm away and turns around again, so I grab hold of her necklace, holding her back as I step towards her. My voice drops to a low whisper in her ear as I wrap my hands around her waist from behind. “You’re being awfully defiant tonight. First the dress and now this. Do you need another spanking? Because I’d be more than happy to warm my belt on your ass again to remind you who’s in charge.”

She nods at first, and I see goosebumps trail down her arm. Then, as she catches herself, she shakes her head and takes a sharp breath. “I-I mean no. No. I meant no.”

I smirk. “Hmm, that’s funny. Your body and your words are saying two different things. So which is it?”

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