Page 33 of Obsession

A scream reverberates through the house. Maggie. Panic takes over, and I sprint up the stairs. Why aren’t the lights on? God would have the sick sense of humor to fuck up my life as soon as I lower my guard. Fuck.

I bust open every door, trying to locate where the scream came from. My hands tremble, cold and clammy, as I grip the frigid metal doorknob to my bedroom. I fling the door open, my gun heavy in my hand.

Then I see them.

Maggie and Hans are on my bed, a double-ended dildo shared between them, while Maggie pulls on the chain attached to Hans’ nipple clamps.

“That’s it, puppy. Scream for me. You know how wet I get when you’re in pain.”

“Thank you for my pain, Mistress,” Hans moans softly, his hand moving slowly along his shaft.

I smile, watching Maggie’s playful antics. It took a while for her to tap into her sadistic side. Hans begged her for years, but she always veered away from it. She thought she was harming him, and he fought desperately for her to realize she was helping him. The guilt that once weighed on her, constricting her, has vanished.

Lost in their game, they don’t hear my footsteps on the wooden floor. That part makes my blood boil, yet I’m also immensely grateful I’ve created a haven where they feel secure enough to lower their defenses. Pride blooms in my chest, knowing I’ve helped to break the cycle of suffering that’s plagued me for so long. “Look at my pretty sluts. Nice homecoming, my pretty little whores.”

Hans and Maggie’s heads snap up, their gazes intense and lost in lust.

Maggie’s smile widens as she maintains the pressure on Hans’ nipples. “You’re home. I’ve missed you.”

Lightness floods me. A soft smile plays on my lips as I lean in, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her lavender shampoo before tenderly kissing the crown of her head. “I’ve missed you, too, baby girl.” My eyes lock on the dildo they’re riding. “Looks like you got a new toy.”

“You were gone for a bit, and Hans was spiraling. He yelled at his agent.” Maggie roughly tugs the nipple chain, and Hans screams. “I had to put him back in his place. He needed a good fucking, didn’t you, puppy?”

Hans’ head falls back, and he moans, “Yes, Mistress.”

I gaze down at Hans’ dick, with his piercing andCock Whoretattoo. I didn’t want him to get the tattoo. He did it behind my back, and I was upset about it. So upset that I made him sleep in a dog cage for a month. Getting the tattoo itself wasn’t what upset me. I would’ve been fine with it if he'd gotten anything else. But Hans didn’t get that tattoo for me. He got it out of spite because I wouldn’t partake in a kink he wanted to explore.

“You going to fuck me?” Maggie asks, pulling my gaze back to her. “He’s useless at taking control.”

I chuckle at Maggie’s annoyed tone. She’s fantastic at playing the mean Dom role for Hans. Keeping my gaze on my loves, I undress faster than The Flash. Walking over to the cabinet, I grab a suction cup dildo and place it on the floor. “Puppy, get off my bed.”

“I can’t move, sir. Mistress has my asshole and nipples preoccupied.”

“Maggie,” I warn.

She giggles, dropping the chain before pulling the dildo from her pussy and Hans’ ass.

Hans scurries to the floor and gets into position, lowering himself slowly onto the silicone dick. It’s smaller than the dildo, so I don’t have to prepare it for him. Months with only my right hand has me desperate to bury my dick in Maggie’s hot, wet cunt.

I attach the leash to the martingale collar I made for Hans and pat him on the head. “Be an obedient puppy, and you’ll get a treat.”

“Yes, sir.”

Holding the leash, I walk behind Maggie and shove her head onto the mattress. “Ass up, slut. Let me see my pretty little holes.”

I bend and spit into her gaping asshole. “Look at you, baby. Bet I don’t even need lube to fuck this sexy ass.” I spit again before sticking my tongue inside. “Tastes so good, baby.”

“Fuck my pussy, Daddy.”

I raise my hand and smack her ass cheek, watching it bounce. “You may have a fat ass I love, but that doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do. Got it, slut?”

I thread my fingers through her hair and yank, forcing her to arch her back. “Hold on to the dog’s leash.” Using my free hand, I flip her over, shove her hips up, and push her legs over her head. I line up my dick with her cunt. Without warning, I ram into her hard and fast.

I grab Maggie’s throat as she screams, my fingers circling her delicate flesh. “Shut the hell up, Maggie. I think you’ve had too much playing Mistress and forgotten who runs the show around here.” I gently slap her face and spit between her eyes. “Do pretty cum dumps get to make requests?”

She shakes her head.

I smear the spit on her face. “Then why assume you can? All this mouth is good for is sucking and licking what I tell it to.”

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