Page 35 of Imprisoned Obsession

She should learn that I’m not a kind man now, so she won’t resist me again in the future. She may be my darling girl, but my patience with trouble has not changed.

I don’t want her to fight me. I want Willa to do everything my way. This tyrannical mindset has always been with me, and she’s better off accepting it. Everything she does is determined by me, every thought of hers is influenced by me, and every decision she makes is guided by me.

Her world revolves around me. I’m everything to her. I’m her home and her safety net.

If she dares to question my intention to do what is best for her, then history will repeat itself. I have many knives in my home, and I will use her fear to make her obey.

How could I not when she looks at me as if I’m a monster? How could I miss the opportunity to see tears running down her flushed cheeks?

It’s a painful dilemma. I want her to smile and be happy with me. However, her tears excite me. It makes me want to be the bad man she fears.

“You’re ungrateful, darling,” I purr huskily.

Deliberately taking my time, I slowly undo the small buttons near her collarbone. Her shoulders retreat into the bed as her lashes flutter with unspoken hesitation.

Another button comes undone, and the creaminess of her tits peek through. I nudge the pebbled bud and pinch harshly. Willa stiffens with a cry; the frenzied flutter of her lashes releases a teardrop.

“I do so much for you,” I reckon as I unbutton the rest of the shirt.

It falls to her sides, exposing her supple stomach, heaving tits, and strained breathing. I’m amazed she can hold herself together. I wonder if she thinks I will be more irritated if she resists me.

I prefer her to be as willing as possible when I take her virgin cunt. The more she fights me, the more violent I will get. I’d hate to hold her arms above her head and simply take her sweet pussy like a barbarian.

I can be a gentleman, but she has to let me.

We can fuck mindlessly later, but I want to feel her gripping pussy suck on my fat cock while she begs me for mercy.

Fuck.

I was hoping to do something nice for my darling, but my greed took over before I knew it. I became selfish the moment I saw her tight nipples quiver.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers breathlessly.

She keeps her hands near her head, tiny fists curled tightly as she presses them into her glistening eyes. Her throat bobs to repress a choked sob, and a thin layer of fear clings to her shivering body.

“Don’t cry, darling.” I pet the dip of her waist, grazing and stroking the delicate skin under my rough fingers. The skin yields and flushes pink as I drag my fingers under the elastic of her panties.

She insisted on wearing them to bed last night to keep one last shred of dignity when I held her in my arms. I didn’t object because it was going to be one of the best night’s sleep I ever had.

I was proven correct. My darling was what I needed to chase away the demons that haunt my dreams.

A surprised yelp escapes her mouth as I peel the wet panties down to her knees. I absentmindedly stare at the dripping folds.

Looks can be deceiving.

I throw the panties over my shoulder and reach between her trembling thighs. I curl my finger and run my knuckle over the soft, puffy folds. Syrupy juices stick to my finger as I smear it up to her little clit, the bud twitching pleasingly as I leave my finger there.

She gasps breathlessly, shivering and mewling endearingly. Sometimes inaction gets better results. Willa doesn’t move because she fears retaliation, but her body wants to grind against my finger to rub her little clit.

The wait tires her out as I tap light circles on the sodden bud. She’s so distracted by her frantic thoughts that she hasn’t noticed her tiny hole is leaking profusely.

She’s excited by fear.

“Filthy little girl,” I sneer gravely.

My mouth waters as a vague demand to drink her slick screams in my ears. The remaining sweetness from last night is still on my tongue, throbbing dryly in preparation for getting drenched.

My cock aches in objection to my plan. Greed and selfishness can affect various parts of my body in different ways. My cock is insistently calling for attention as another twitch forces an impatient growl from my chest.

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