Page 92 of Unholy Obsession

A Bible.

Cute, but I’m selfishly furious at her gentle treatment.

How does she not get it yet? I amnota good man. I deserve all the punishment she has to heap on me.Real punishment. Not the gentle kind I’ve given her during training.

So I disobey, jumping up to my knees again.

The devil in me will goad her if that’s what it takes.

“You showed up on my doorstep that first night, bruised, and I never tracked down the motherfucker who did it to you. Fuckinghitme for being a cowardly motherfucker because I should haveendedhim by now!”

She drops the Bible and slaps me.

It sends a rush straight to my dick.

Goddamn her. She slapped mecorrectly. In the BDSM world, there is a correct way to slap if one is trained. And Moira’s obviously been trained.

I’m being the biggest bratty asshole bastard right now, as much as I ever was in my youth, and she’s seeing me at my childish worst.

But she’s the one staying in control.

Which means, for once, I can let all my tightly wound restraint completely fucking unravel.

Holy shit. I really have met someone I can give my trust to completely.

Itispossible.

“Again,” I beg.

She slaps me again.

My cock goes hard as fucking stone.

“I love you,” I gasp.

She slaps me again, this time on my other cheek, and I can’t stop the rest of my confessions from pouring out.

“I’ve been obsessed with you since the day we met. I stalked you night after night at the club and watched from the shadows to see when you’d come and go. I wanted you. Your body. I wanted to lose myself worshipping your cunt. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every hour of every day. You’re the only person in the whole world who wants the real me. Maybe you won’t now, now that you know everything, but I love you?—”

She drops to her knees and throws her body against mine, kissing me hard, bruising.

I meet her, kissing her back just as furiously.

She bites my bottom lip, and I groan, cock harder against her bare thigh, even though I wouldn’t have thought that was possible a moment ago.

“Please,” I beg.

Her hips rock wildly. “Fuck me on the altar.”

I climb to my feet, holding her face so I won’t lose the connection of our kiss. She comes with me, leaping up and wrapping her legs around my back. Her hot cunt lands against my cock, cementing it against my stomach. She wriggles back and forth to rub herself against me.

So wet. Fuck. It makes my breath catch.

She wants me.

She still wants me.

I choke as I gather her to me and lift her to set her back on the altar, careful of the candles in the corner.

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