Page 39 of Imprisoned Obsession

I throw her thigh over my shoulder and slip a hand between us, finding her sodden clit and rolling the bud demandingly. I’ll only be satisfied when I cum just after her aching release.

“Elio,” she whines. “N-no more, please! I—”

I tilt my weight, bending her thigh to my chest with her heel bumping on my rippling back. The extra strength travels to my hand around her neck as I simply grip harder.

Her doe-eyes widen more before they flutter closed as a silent cry parts her plump lips. She twists and arches her back beautifully, the gushing hotness of her cum froths through hammering thrusts as I chase after my orgasm.

My meaty cock catches the little hole as she tightens sordidly. I keep her clit pinched between my fingers as I relish her pulsing spasms around the thickening shaft.

Thick spurts of pearly white cum splashes in her welcoming cunt, pooling heavily and smearing hotly while stringy cum deliriously marks my territory.

I pant heavily as a bead of sweat rolls lethargically down my temple. “Darling?”

She doesn’t utter a sound. My eyes move to her tight nipples and her neck, my hand staying there through the momentary blackout during my release.

Her eyes are closed as her pulse still beats erratically under my shaking fingertips.

It seems that I’ve choked her a bit too roughly.

A smile stretches over my lips.

Chapter Nine

Willa

Elio has been nice, and that warrants concern.

In the week since our blush-inducing scandalous experience, he has been very affectionate.

Overcompensating.

I don’t know what he needs to compensate for when he hasn’t done anything wrong.

I thought it was about the accidental choking that rendered me unconscious, but he said it wasn’t that. He may have looked gleeful when I mentioned it, or it could've been my imagination.

The other possibility was that he’s making up for kidnapping me now that he has noticed I’ve started to forgive him and accept this bizarre relationship.

I was wrong about that too.

His attention on me has intensified, almost stalking me with every step I take away from him. He’s always in the same room with me when he’s not working, except for giving me privacy in the bathroom.

Bernadette’s clothing designs were all accepted without Elio looking twice or asking me which ones I liked. Elio had paid upfront for twelve designs and wanted the first outfit delivered as soon as possible.

One week isn’t long enough to make everything by hand while maintaining the quality of the work.

Elio demanded it, though, and Bernadette gladly accepted the challenge. The first outfit came today, and Elio wants me to wear it for a special event.

He went off to meet a client because alleged criminals never rest. Elio doesn’t talk to me about his job. It’s horrifying when he hears about the things his clients have done, and he does his best not to take anything to heart.

It’s his job to get them off the hook. Money is more important to him than morals, that much is obvious.

I’m not sure how I should feel about it. I don’t lean one way or the other; I just don’t have a solid answer.

“Special event,” I mumble to myself as I brush down my new little dress.

The form-fitting dress wraps snugly around my body, yet it’s still easy to breathe. I was hesitant to wear it because the waist has a built-in corset, but it’s very comfortable and soft.

The dress came with a small pair of heels and gorgeous accessories. I left the earrings on the vanity; my ears aren’t pierced. I do have the necklace and anklet on, crucial to completing the outfit.

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