Page 25 of Obsessed

I open my mouth to speak but he covers it with his. His hands take hold of my wrists and he lifts my arms up over my head as he maneuvers me between the tile wall and his body. His kisses are wild and rough. He wastes no time and thrusts into me. I cry out but his mouth smothers the sound. He holds my wrists with one hand as the free hand grabs hold of my ass to lift me higher and hold me tighter in his grasp. I absorb the impact with each blow as he pumps into me with a ferocious need that I've never experienced from him. My mind is playing tricks as I talk myself into believing that it is just naked, uninhibited lust rather than the alternative, punishinganger.

My head taps against the hard tile, but it doesn't stop my body from reacting. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass holding me firmly against him as he rocks into me bringing me toorgasm.

"Kane," my voice coasts through the clouds of steam as he drives into me, keeping the pulsating waves at full throttle and bringing me again to a peak of ecstasy. His grasp on my wrists and ass intensifies as he groans with release. I can feel his muscles shudder and tremble as he spills his seed inside ofme.

The hot water, steam and intense heat between us makes me feel as if I'm on fire. Dizziness sweeps over me. Reluctantly, he releases my wrists. I drop my arms around his neck to keep from slipping to thefloor.

He slams off the water and carries me out into the cool air of the bathroom. The stark change in temperature causes a shiver to race through me. It doesn't stop him from carrying me into the even coolerbedroom.

I expect him to place me on the bed where I can at least tuck my wet body under the quilts. Instead, he carries me to what I jokingly call the 'mighty fuck' chair. He has pulled it out only twice and both times were memorable. But I'm cold and wet and the tension he stormed into the shower with has not dissipated. If anything it'sworse.

He sets me onto the seat of the chair and lowers the back so I'm at an incline. The seat of the chair is in two partitions which he spreads wide to part mythighs.

"I'mcold."

He ignores my complaint. He hasn't lifted his eyes to my face as he focuses on histask.

"Kane," I say, "look at me. What'swrong?"

His gaze locks with mine for a cold second. He storms to the dresser and pulls out one of the satin blindfolds he has stored in the top drawer. He returns and quickly covers my eyes with the blindfold. Fear is overtaking the trembling from the cold. Instinctively, I reach up to pull down the blindfold. He snatches my wrist first and binds my hands behind me on thechair.

"Kane, you're scaring me." My voice soundsweak.

His mouth presses against my ear. "After all this time, Sweet Sin, do you still think I'm going to hurtyou?"

I swallow to relieve the dryness in my throat. "You don't seem yourself. You left me in the desert," I add, then gasp as his warm mouth presses against my pussy. He has learned my body so well he knows just how to relax me, how to bring me back to the heightened state of arousal where everything else melts away and all I can think about is what's happening between mylegs.

He pushes the parted chair seat wider, spreading my pussy. He slips his hand under my ass and penetrates the tight hole with his thick finger. I push against the pressure of his invading finger, while the thumb of his free hand strokes my clit, strumming it teasingly and bringing me close to climax. I squeeze his finger in my ass as I push my pussy harder against hismouth.

My arms are bound behind me. I struggle to get even closer to his mouth. It's all at once frustrating and thrilling. "Kane, please," I say. He knows exactly what I'm asking for. He keeps his hand on my ass, impaling me from behind, but he pulls his mouth free. I can sense his shadow over me through the satiny fabric of the blindfold. If I could move my hands, I would reach for him and pull him down overme.

He stays on his knees as he drives his cock into me. My body shudders with release as my pussy contracts around him. As the pulses slow, he finally lowers his warm body over me, giving me that sense of security and affection Icrave.

His mouth is next to my ear. His breathing is fast and shallow as he pumps into me. "My Sweet Sin," he groans. "I just need all of you before they take you away from me." He stiffens and comes inside of me. My mind is trying to sort out his ominouswords.

He reaches down and unties my hands. I push the blindfold off my eyes. He's staring down at me as if he's trying to memorize myface.

I reach up. He leans his cheek harder against my touch for a second but then pullsaway.

I rub my wrists. "I don't understand. What are you talkingabout?"

He pushes abruptly off of me and heads to the bathroom to get dressed. I'm in a daze and still weak from the sex as I climb off the awkward chair. I walk to bathroom and grab the robe from thehook.

Kane is buttoning his shirt, once again avoiding eye contact. The tension is back in hisshoulders.

He grabs his shoes. "Get dressed in something nice," he commands as he heads to the bedroom. "I'll be back to get you in twohours."

"Get me?" I hurry after him. "Where am Igoing?"

He doesn't answer before he walks out and closes the door behindhim.

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Angie

The green dressI chose makes my skin look frightfully pale, but I'm far past giving a damn about my appearance. My face is so small, my brown eyes look like giant saucers positioned over my lips, which now, remind me even more of a clown's lips. I pull a sweater on as I circle the room for my hourly dose of exercise. It's a silly habit considering my muscles and strength havedisappeared.

It seems I might very well die of starvation, yet I'd rather give up food than the nectar. I've been on the downside of its hideous withdrawals and it's a slice of hell. I doubt I even have the strength to survive complete withdrawal. All these years I've been talking so blithely to junkies, telling them they need to kick the stuff or die, like I was just asking them to change their socks. Suddenly, I'm in their shoes. It gives me a whole new perspective. Now my only advice would be don't start the shit in the first place. That thought makes me laugh. But alone in the room with no one, not even Blake to talk with, my laugh sounds hollow,invisible.

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