Page 63 of His Secret Obsession

The toy switches off again.

“Fuck, Jax!”

Frustration and disappointment pool in my chest, making me want to pound my fists into the bedsheet.

He switches it on again, bringing me to a near climax two more times. Each time I think I’m going to come, he pulls back. It’s an exquisite, sweet type of tortuous pleasure bordering on pain. The heat between my thighs builds to an all-time high, until my want becomes need. I become a blubbering, incoherent mess who’s willing to say anything to get what I want.

“I’m sorry, just…Ohhh, I’m so sorry.”

“I think I’m beginning to believe you.”

“I’ll never do—uggg—again. Just please….please, please.”

Is it possible to want someone so bad that you think you’ll die if you don’t get them? A stray tear slips down my cheek, and his thumb is there to brush it away. I nearly scream in frustration when the toy switches off again, whipping my head around to glare at him. But he grabs my hips, flipping me over onto my back. I stare up at him, my hair fanning out around me while my chest heaves. He leans down, brushing a kiss across my lips.

“You did so good,” he whispers. I whimper. “You deserve your reward now, but I want to see your face and feel it on my cock when you come.”

“Yes, yes….”

He reaches into the nightstand again, this time showing me the leather cuffs from the picture as he holds them up. They dangle off his fingers as he gives me a questioning look. I nod my consent.

His pupils are blown wide, his hand reaching down to give his cock a lazy jerk before leaning forward to wrap the cuffs around my wrists. Then he guides my hands above my head, securing them to the headboard. I tug on the bindings, experimenting. It has very little give, but they are comfortable.

Being at his mercy feels exhilarating.

He spreads my trembling thighs apart, pushing them up and back until I’m nearly bent in half with my legs around my head and my drenched, swollen pussy on display.

“Look at you,” he hums, his hungry gaze drinking me in. I jolt, whimpering as he runs a finger through my slit. “All drenched and swollen for me. And so fucking needy.”

The way he looks at me makes me feel…powerful.

It’s a heady feeling.

He fists his cock, entering me in one hard thrust that has my back arching. The sudden stretch takes my breath away, and I throw my head back on a gasp.

I feel so deliciously full.

A trickle of sweat slides down between my breasts as he places the toy back onto my clit. He turns it on, my lips opening on a silent scream. My eyes nearly roll back in my head.

“Jax, it’s so much.” My thighs shake. “Too much. I don’t know…I don’t, oh God.”

He looks down at me, his eyes-half lidded as he groans. A haze of pleasure washes over his face, and I wonder if he can feel some of the vibrations from inside me. “You can, and you will.”

The white-hot pleasure erupts inside me, the force of it ripping a scream from my throat. My pussy spasms around his cock, my legs convulsing. I’m crying, chanting his name as it wracks through my body. It wrings every bit of pleasure from me, stealing the air from my lungs until I’m a sweaty, trembling, boneless mess beneath him.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he whispers, a low moan pulled from his lips. “You’re squeezing me so tight.” He begins thrusting, chasing his own orgasm. The sound of his skin slapping against mine fills the room, the smell of sex surrounding us. His eyes are glued to my bouncing tits as he thrusts. I lay there, taking every inch of him, too mindless from my own orgasm to do much. Not that he seems to mind.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him how sexy he looks when he’s chasing his own pleasure. I want to whisper praises in his ear and tell him how good he makes me feel.

Those soulful green eyes roll towards the ceiling as he reaches the peak of his own climax, his thrusts becoming erratic and choppy before his lips part on a long-winded groan. And then he’s spilling inside me. His shaking arms give way, collapsing over me with his weight resting on his elbows. His forehead rests on mine, and we stare in each other’s eyes as we pant, some silent message being transmitted between us that I can’t quite decode.

I’m still in a daze when he carefully eases out of me and shifts my legs into a more comfortable position. Releasing the leather cuffs around my wrist, his thumbs gently brush over my skin as he checks for marks. Looking satisfied when he doesn’t find any, he buries his face into the crook of my neck and intertwines his legs with mine. We lay there in each other’s embrace for long, silent minutes as our sweaty bodies cool, our minds in a fuzzy, post-orgasmic bliss.

I feel like I’m floating, and my eyelids are beginning to droop. Just as I’m about to drift off to sleep, Jax breaks the silence.

“I wasn’t…too rough?”

Something warm infuses through the cracks of my heart. I thread my fingers through his hair, softly scrapping my fingernails along his scalp. He shivers. “Not at all.”

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