Page 28 of Imprisoned Obsession

Her tears trickle down as she sniffles and pants in fear. She claws at my hand, fighting the feral hunger that is beginning to seep into my actions.

This hunger needs to be satiated. I want to hurt her and make her cry, but I’m not open to the idea of damaging her beyond repair.

I want her to love me, to look at me the way I look at her. I need her little heart to accept the monstrosity in mine.

“Don’t fight me, darling,” I plead demandingly. “Give me this, and I promise not to hurt you.”

Swelling desire turns painful, and every second is chipping away at my control. The grip on her neck tightens as a result of my diminishing self-control.

She cries, panicked. “You’re scaring me.”

“Say ‘yes,’ darling,” I command harshly. “You’re going to give me your pretty pussy, but it’s your choice how I take it.”

I can make a conscious choice to eat her little pussy, or I can toss caution aside and smear her virginity on my cock.

“You can’t hurt me,” she pleads.

That’s her choice. That’s the only sign of permission I need from her. I know what she wants, and she doesn’t need to be shy about it. It’s normal to feel grudging lust for a man who had abducted her.

“Never going to hurt you, lovely girl,” I breathe huskily.

At least not now. The future is uncertain in many respects, so it’s foolish of her to believe I won’t spank her perky little ass when she misbehaves.

I flick my thumb over her skipping pulse and smile threateningly. She swallows harshly and shyly turns her gaze from me as her defiance trickles away.

I let go, and she inhales sharply. She chokes as I gather the waistband of her panties and yank them from her legs. The buttons of the white shirt aren’t spared my barbarism as I rip the fabric to feast on her bouncy tits.

I think this is by far the hardest choice to make. Her creamy tits or her virgin pussy.

Frankly, it’s absurd.

Her filthy cunt is always the priority. It’s the place my cock will fill with thick cum.

I shove her thighs apart with tremendous ease and stretch her weak muscles to the point of pain. Her cry of discomfort disappears as my eyes watch every second that her pink pussy spreads.

She’s flushed, swollen, and delectably twitching.

Her little clit and the tiny hole fight for my attention, but it’s her heady smell that stops me from taking things slow.

I do what a greedy man would do. I burn the pussy folds with the heat of my tongue. It’s sweet when her taste settles onto my tongue. The soft folds quiver, and I can see her little clit spasm tightly.

“Are you a virgin, darling?” I whisper against her pussy.

The perverse side of me can’t be stopped, not after I have had a taste of her juicy cunt. I applaud her while berating myself for being chivalrous when I could have been eating her pussy more than a week already.

I nip her clit and hum disapprovingly at her silence. Her thighs jerk as she yelps and writhes away from my aggressive tongue. I ignore her distressed mewl and part her wet folds while my tongue slithers down to her leaking hole.

“I-I am!” Willa cries with her hands digging into the comforter by her head.

I wouldn’t expect this sensitive reaction from her if she weren’t a virgin. Exposing her little clit to the chill of the midnight air, I breathe hotly to get another adorable quiver from her puffy folds.

A strangled sob escapes her broken voice, and she knows she won’t be able to convince me to stop. Her virginity serves as an irresistible temptation, making it almost impossible not to fuck her tonight.

It’s an incredible feat to be able to stop myself from taking it that far.

My teeth come down on her clit again; it throbs and swells as I inhale deeply. Her slick drools out of her hole as I dance my tongue over the twitching muscles. Her hips sway as she chases after my tongue while her thighs restrict her movements.

I lick and catch the drip of pungent sweetness, her slick bringing chills to the base of my cock. My tongue slides into her tight hole; it takes a bit of wiggling to get her cunt to stretch.

---