Page 72 of Shadowed Obsession

“You’re going to come whenever I say so. ¿Me entiendes?”

“Mmhm,” I manage between breaths, wriggling as the pressure builds, arching my back in anticipation.

“Cuéntame. Use your words.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I’ve never felt sexier in my life, on display for his eyes only. My hand rubs soft circles around my clit as I taunt him with breathy moans, waiting for further instruction.

“You’re taking it so well, baby,” he praises.

The sound of his moans spurs me on, making me a whimpering mess when I’m close.

“Fuck. I’m going to come for you,” I breathe.

“Come,mi beba. Come with me.”

The pleasure overtakes me, and I buck my hips against the vibrator, chasing every spark. I catch my breath as I come down, decreasing the vibrations before shutting off the toy. Gently pulling it out as my pussy clenches, excited breaths are all I can hear.

“Bueno.Taste yourself.”

I raise the toy to my lips, moaning as I suck it clean, wishing it was him instead.

“Mmm.Quiero comerte,” he says in a gravelly tone that sends chills through me.

I cannot believe I just did that.

“You were so good for me.Buenas noches, Deirdre,” he says and disconnects the call.

I’m still reeling as I clean up.What a day, I think when I slip into bed, recalling how it felt to have an audience and follow orders with a purpose. He was right, I like being watched as much as he likes to hide.

But today was a shift for us both, my shadow stepped into the light before retreating into the night. I won’t tell a soul; this was just for us, and I like it that way.

Scar has become a dirty little secret, one I don’t mind keeping. My little secret, kept in good taste. Damn good taste.

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get off my lawn

Deirdre

12:06 p.m. | 3 days after ‘the sixth incident’

This audiobook recommendation from Skye is unlike anything I’ve ever read, and I cannot stop listening to it. Every free moment I have, I’ve been locked in.

I even slowed this book down to 1x speed, so I don’t finish it too quickly. I’m on the edge of my seat with every chapter, and another spicy scene is coming up.

I’m hoping I can get to it before I make it to the site visit with my realtor.

I’ve got about fifteen minutes before I make it to Spicewood, that should be enough time.

Traffic slowing down ahead makes me nervous about arriving on time. At least I left early and could get further into this book before it picks back up.

As if the universe heard my excitement, the narrator’s voice quiets and the Bluetooth speaks. “Motion detected. Motion detected.”

“What is it now?” I say to myself, swiping to unlock my phone, secured in a mount on my windshield. I tap the cameraapp in time to find the source: Scar entering my garage as if he lives there.

He’d argue that he does.

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