Page 34 of Obsession

“Wait,” she hisses, pausing for a moment with a tight expression. “Please, ugh, please make me come.”

I smile, pleased that she’s giving in. “That’s not what I asked you to say.Please, husband, make me come like a good little slut.”

Embarrassment rises on Madi’s cheeks in a beautiful shade of red.

“Please,husband, make me come like a good little slut.”

“Of course,wife.”

I move back to her pussy, this time bringing my mouth to her cunt while I use two fingers to drive inside her. It doesn’t take long for her to get close to the edge, her legs squeezing around my head as I suck on her clit.

“Fuck!” she screams. “Fuck, Adrian.”

I love the sound of my name on her lips as her orgasm washes over her. She pants her way through it, her pussy twitching as I drag it out.

Finally, I rise from between her legs, licking her cum off my lips.

“Good girl,” I tell her. “Next time, if you’re a good little slut, I’ll fill you up.”

EIGHTEEN

Madi

My ass is still sore from Adrian’s punishment when he leaves for work the next day. This time, he actually does lean in and press a soft kiss to my forehead while I pretend to be asleep.

It’s weirdly…sweet.

I spend the morning shifting uncomfortably at the pottery wheel, my bottom aching in every position. A reminder that I acted like a brat last night and Adrian made good on his promise. It was harder, more painful than the first time. And yet, when he dragged his fingers through my slit, I was wet for him. Even now, shame burns my face at how much I like his punishments. That’s got to be fucked up, right? But when he lowered his mouth to my pussy, that shame dissipated and all I could think about was the relief his tongue promised me.

After I made my rounds delivering pieces to local shops, I headed back to Adrian’s estate to avoid the rain. Now it’s pouring as I watch from the window. He’s still not home yet.

I’ve been in this house for over a week now and I realize I’ve barely snooped through the place.

There are only two bedrooms in Adrian’s house. I’d estimate this estate on Royal Street has to be worth over a million dollars. Seems like you should get more bedrooms for that price point.

When I first moved in, I found an oversized kitchen fitted with stainless steel appliances and marble countertops. There’s also a large butler’s pantry next to a wine room encased in glass, with a stupid number of bottles on display.Seems pretentious,I’d noted.

Next, I found the dining room and living room, the less formal one than the space at the front of the house. Two bathrooms downstairs, which seems unnecessary considering there are two more upstairs.

My family home is larger, though, two, maybe three times the size. It isn’t lost on me that I’m a pot calling the kettle black. I might be judging Adrian for his extravagance, but this is exactly the kind of wealth I grew up with.

Now, I’m here alone, making it the perfect time to wander a little further. I make my way through his home, inspecting each room. The one I slept in the first night was definitely the spare room, and down the hall is the owner’s suite with an attached bathroom. The last room on this floor is fitted with a desk that is covered in papers. They call to my nosy side, and I step over, flipping through the documents.

Nothing is interesting, though. Just a bunch of legal jargon about people I don’t know. Letters and notices informing clients of their charges, trial dates. I flip through some more, noting the names and looking for anything that stands out.

When nothing sparks any interest, I move on, trailing my fingers over the edges of his red oak desk.He’s messy, I think, as I continue my ventures to the bookshelf on the side wall. Unlike the one downstairs, this one is filled with law books. Some shelved in rows and others in stacks. This office doesn’t match the rest of the house. It’s not clean and styled. It looks lived inand used. I know Adrian has an actual law office somewhere, but I wonder if this is where he really works.

On one of the higher shelves, there’s a brass statue; it looks like the one in New York. The Statue of Liberty. I saw her once when I was six and my father took me to NYC. Well, more like my mother made him take us on abusinesstrip with him. In between his meetings, ventured to the statue as a family. Surprisingly, it was one of the few times where we didn’t all hate each other.

Dad didn’t yell, Mom didn’t judge, and Marcus didn’t try to control me. We just stood there, looking up at the giant green woman in awe. And then afterwards, we shuffled off the ferry and bought hot dogs from a cart. The picture of a normal family.

“Find anything good?” Adrian’s voice intrudes my head right as I’m tracing my fingers over the blindfold of this statue. I snap my hand back, bringing it to my side as I face my husband.

“You’re home early.”

There’s a smirk on his lips, the corners ticked up just slightly as he watches me from the doorway. If Marcus caught me somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, he’d lunge for me, something I’ve been able to dodge since we were kids. Adrian doesn’t move, though. He leans against the molding coolly and takes me in. “I wanted to come home and check on my wife’s red ass, make sure she was able to sit properly today.” There’s a devilish glow in his eyes as he mentions his handiwork. “So, did you find anything interesting, princess?”

“No.” I calm my voice so it doesn’t come out squeaky. “You’re pretty boring.”

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