Page 45 of Deviant Obsession

"God, yes." The words come out more forceful than I intended. "I never knew I could feel like this. It's like they're unlocking parts of me I didn't even know existed. It’s nothing like the mediocre sex I’ve had in the past."

"Ha, we’ve all had our fair share of mediocre, sis.” She laughs, but then frowns. “But they're not...hurtingyou, right? Like, actually hurting you?"

I think about the marks decorating my skin, the delicious ache that lingers for days. "Only in ways I want them to."

"Damn." Nat shakes her head in amazement. "My sweet, studious best friend is actually a secret sex demon."

"Hardly," I scoff, but my phone buzzes again and my stomach clenches. Dean must be getting impatient.

Nat notices my reaction. "That's them, isn't it? Which one?"

I nod, pulling out my phone to check. Three messages:

Dean: Where are you?

Dean: You're testing my patience.

Dean: Last warning, sweetheart. I’ll have to punish you.

"Oh god," I breathe. "Dean's going to punish me for being late."

Instead of looking concerned, Nat's grin grows wider. "And that's...a good thing?"

I bite my lip, heat flooding my cheeks. "Maybe?"

"Girl," Nat says slowly, "I can’t actually believe what I’m hearing. Is this a prank? Where’s the hidden camera? April fools is months away."

"Look," I say, hiking up my dress just enough to show the marks on my thighs. "These are from Ethan two days ago."

Nat leans in, examining the purple-red welts with fascination. "Um... That looks hardcore. You asked for those?"

"Yep." I trace one of the marks gently. "I love having these reminders. Knowing that I pleased him, that I took everything he gave me."

"And Dean?"

I pull back my sleeve, revealing the fading rope patterns around my wrist. "He's an artist with rope. Sometimes he'll keep me tied up for hours, just...touching me, teasing me, making me beg."

"Hours?How do you even handle that?"

"I don't exactly handle it. That's kind of the point." My phone buzzes again and I squirm. "I just... surrender. Let them take control."

"Hmm." Nat frowns a little, as if she can’t figure out whether or not I’ve lost my mind. "I can't believe you've been living this double life. Sweet, innocent Rhea by day, and by night..."

"I know. Sometimes I can hardly believe it myself." I glance at my phone again. Four new messages. "But I can't get enough of them. And it, uh…it seems like they can’t get enough of me either.”

"Well, duh, that part should be obvious. You’re a fucking bombshell. I’ve always said so." She pinches my burning cheeks with both hands, making kissy noises until I bat her away.

"Just tell me one thing, sis.” Nat’s expression suddenly grows serious, and I brace myself for my ride-or-die to take on her protective duties like I knew she would. “Do you trust them? Both of them?"

"Completely." I don't even have to think about it. "They never do anything without my consent. We have safe words, boundaries. They check in constantly." Of course, I’m not planning on mentioning the part where Ethan tricked me the first time we met. Nat would have him strung up by his testicles before I could say ‘we kissed and made up.’

"Check in while they're tying you up and spanking you..."

"Yes," I say firmly. "It's all about trust. Surrender. Letting go."

My phone buzzes again. This time I can't help but whimper slightly at the message:

Dean: Your punishment doubles with every minute you make me wait.

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