Page 34 of Obsession

I press on her throat until her olive complexion morphs into a light red. “You look exquisite, Maggie. I love your face constricted like this. Sometimes, I wonder how pretty you’d look if I used more force until you became completely still. I’d stillfuck my holes, but then you wouldn’t be able to talk back. A perfect silent fuck doll.”

Maggie moans at the dark words falling from my mouth. Her pussy grows wetter as she squeezes my cock.

“You missed Daddy choking you out, didn’t you, darling?”

Maggie tries to speak but can only nod.

“Better hope I come soon, baby girl, before I make that fantasy a reality. It would be a shame for you to miss out on what I have in store for the evening.”

Maggie pulls her legs back and lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. My hand roams to her nipple, tugging on the erect bud, pulling it so hard that her back arches off the bed. “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock. Pull all that cum out of me. Fill that pretty pussy with your brother’s favorite treat.”

I laugh as Maggie’s pussy convulses around my dick. “Greedy slut. Are you coming before Daddy?” I press harder on her throat. “Seems you’ve become a dirty little whore while I’ve been gone.”

Hans

Watching Xander take Maggie is the most beautiful sight on earth. It’s raw, visceral, and completely uninhibited. They’re peeling back the layers of emotion and capturing passion before life muddles it up. Sometimes, I think I’d be happy sitting at their feet and playing the role of a dog, mesmerized by their love. I’m happy to serve them any way they wish—to clean up and take my punishments like a good boy.

I thought the activities I found alluring were the embodiment of sin. There were days when I stood in the shower and scrubbeduntil I peeled back my skin, exposing the rawness of my flesh. I was convinced that something sinister coated my soul. Then I met Xander, and that destructive path became a faded memory.

Xander introduced me to a world I never knew I desired and unlocked opportunities I thought were impossible. When I showed an interest in art, he took me to an upper-crust store and bought it out. When I grew frustrated with the lack of natural light in the house, he built a studio at the back of the property, designed to capture the sunlight.

He also bent over backward for Maggie. When she told him she wanted to go to college, he gave her the freedom to choose anywhere in the United States and even offered to cover the costs if she wanted to study abroad. I knew if she picked a college too far away, it would break him, but he would endure it as long as she got to live out her dreams.

Xander Davis is the best thing that ever happened to us. The monster they warned us about was the saint who saved us.

With a desperate heave, I lunge forward, my palms slamming into the cold, hard ground to keep from tumbling.

Xander smiles at me as he tugs my leash. “I don’t know why you stopped fucking that dildo, pup.” He huffs an exaggerated sigh. “Guess you don’t want your reward. That’s unfortunate since I think you’ll like it very much.”

As if someone has flipped a switch, I bounce on the dildo as if my life depends on it. My ass takes it to the hilt before I lift, ensuring Xander gets a good show. I love it when he debases me. I know whatever he has planned will make me feel like a worthless cum rag, and that excites me.

“That’s much better, pet. I’d hate for you to miss out.”

My gaze moves from him to Maggie. She presses her hips to Xander’s, her face a deep red as he restricts her breathing. Fuck, she is so damn beautiful. The second-best thing to being choked out by Xander is watching her almost pass out from his touch.

“Here it comes, baby girl,” Xander pants. “Get ready to take Daddy’s load.” He groans as he stills before collapsing on Maggie. “Good job, baby.”

Margarete

Xander grips my face, his touch rough yet tender, and kisses me with a passion that leaves me breathless. The kiss is a desperate tangle of tongues, a hungry, lustful press of bodies, fierce longing evident in every touch.

He pulls out of me and jumps off the bed, heading to the toy chest, a large armoire holding sex aids. He smiles at me as he pulls out a black box and hands it to me.

I rip into the box, seeing the double-ended strap with a harness belt. Smiling, I turn to Hans, still bouncing on the dildo. “Good thing that ass got a workout, pup, 'cause I’m about to tear into it.”

“Not yet, baby girl,” Xander says. “Hans, stop fucking yourself.”

“But I haven’t come, sir,” Hans moans.

“You think I care about you coming? Boy, you are my toy. You do what I want when I want. If I have to tell you that one more time, I’m going to put claw clamps on your pathetic cock and flog your balls all night. Now, get off the dildo and crawl like the dog you are.”

Hans quickly removes the dildo and falls onto his hands and knees, crawling toward Xander. “Good boy. Remember when you asked me to explore urethral sounding with you?”

Hans’ eyes widen, and he beams a radiant smile. “Yes, sir. You said it was too hazardous and disallowed it.”

Xander gently slaps Hans’ face. “Because I knew little about it. It’s a risky type of play. One false move and I could harm you. You’re precious to me, pet, and the idea of causing you permanent harm terrifies me.”

My eyes sting with unshed tears. Hans and I had no one to care about us until Xander. We thought we would only have each other, and while we loved one another deeply, parts of our hearts remained closed until Xander came along.

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