Page 99 of Unholy Obsession

I tilt my head, my smile curling despite my anxiety. “I was thinking about going for a ride.”

His entire body tightens, the way his focus narrows on me, making my stomach flip. “Oh?”

I reach down and wrap both hands around one of his thick wrists, squeezing slightly. “Some stallions are best kept tied while you saddle up.”

His nostrils flare. I swear his cock gets even harder.

I knot one leg of the jeans around his wrist as tight as I can, then drag his arm down and tie the other leg to the top of the bed frame.

His chest rises and falls heavy, eyes burning into me as I move around the bottom of the bed, grabbing the second pair of jeans to do the same to his other wrist.

When he’s secured, I set the last object from my bag on the nightstand, making sure he gets a good look at it.

I particularly enjoy the way his breath hitches when he recognizes it.

“Alright, you absolute menace,” he murmurs in a voice somewhere between reverence and raw need.

I grin as I stand from tying his second arm down, watching his gaze stay locked on the small tincture of oil I stole from the church this morning as we fled the altar.

“Did you miss it?”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “I did not. I’d forgotten all about it.”

His eyes finally find mine again, and my breath catches.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

I snatch the oil from the side of the bed and sling my leg over his waist, facing away from his face, reverse cowgirl style.

He groans again. “Fuck. Why do you have me tied up like this? I want to touch that ass.”

“You’ve told me your secrets. I want to tell you mine. But I want you to behave and not freak out when I do.”

“Moira. There’s nothing you can tell me that’s going to make me change my mind about loving you.”

I look over my shoulder. “Good. But I still don’t want you going off and doing anything stupid, either. I’ll feel better this way.”

Then I smile wickedly as I lift the little bottle of anointing oil and pull out the stopper.

First though, I grab his long, hard cock with my other hand and feed it into my wet cunt. Oh, God,yes. I clench around him, folding my legs beside his hip and riding him for a few long moments to give both of us some release from the pressure that’s built up all day.

Behind me, I can feel him twisting like he’s trying to get free of his restraints as his hips rise up to meet mine, straining to get deeper.

I smile. That’s the point of this position. I have all the control.

But I still want to drive him crazy.

I grab his left leg and breathily manage, “Lift.”

He obeys, lifting it the way I guide.

Then I remove the oil stopper and let it drip down the underside of his balls and down his crack.

He groans, finally getting the point of why I have him in this position.

I bite my bottom lip in anticipation, stoppering the little bottle and tossing it to the side.

Then I wrap an arm around the leg he’s lifted before massaging two fingers underneath his balls to his taint and then further down.

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