Page 71 of Distorted Obsession

Standing, Eva turns and strides into her bathroom. I’m pulling up the camera as she stops before the sink and begins to clean her toys.

“Hygienic and freaky at the same time—me likey,” I mumble, adjusting my dick as it becomes uncomfortably hard.

Eva mounts the two-prong dildo to the shower wall, positioning herself until it’s lined up with both entrances. Then she lifts her left leg, resting her foot on the ledge before turning on the wand.

A moan escapes her mouth, shooting straight down my spine, but I can’t see her tease her clit. “I need a better fucking view,” I growl, switching feeds as I pull out my dick. Colt and I can punish her for this later. Right now, I don’t care about her ignoring the rules.

My eyes remain glued to the screen when I realize she never put on any lube.Fuck!The idea of her punishing herself makes my balls jump. Fisting my shaft, I squeeze until I can feel my pulse thrumming against my palm.

“This was never about pleasure, Eva,” she snaps while reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks before her hips roll forward. “Fuck,” she screams, impaling herself on the dildo. She pauses long enough to catch her breath before thrusting forward.

Groaning, I glide my hand up the length of my dick, twisting and jerking along my shaft as I run my thumb over the slit, using the pre-cum as lube.

Smirking, I pull up another screen to get a better angle in time to see her slam back so hard I hear her ass slap against the shower wall.

“You don’t deserve gentle,” Eva cries out, but there’s a blissful look on her face that causes my dick to stiffen.

Arashati al-mudammirais a pain slut, more than she may even realize.

A smattering of blood rolls down the shower wall before quickly being washed away, but Eva ignores it, instead choosing to grind her hips, thrusting back on the double-prong dildo at a fervent pace. She lifts the wand, increasing the speed to a level that the camera speakers pick up the buzzing. Then she places it on her clit.

“Ohhh f-uckkk… shhh-it,” Eva screams, momentarily frozen in place. She resumes bouncing, increasing her pace with each slam backward.

Aching to torment myself, I match her stroke for stroke. My cock stiffens with each jerk of my fist. If she keeps this up, I’m going to end up nutting all over the monitors. That doesn’t deter me. Lifting my other hand, I cup my balls, running my fingers along the rings of my scrotal ladder. Goosebumps prick my skin—the sensation tempting me to stop and grab one of my anal plugs. But the sight of Eva violently riding her dildo while teasing her clit with her vibrator has me too captivated to even think of stopping. We’re going to come together. Then I can use the flogger as she rides the double-prong Sybian, and Colt fucks her face.

Eva’s eyes roll back, and I wait for the telltale sign that she’s about to come. “No,” she screeches, startling me as she yanks the vibrator away. “You don’t deserve it.”

Is she edging or orgasm-denying?In the end, it doesn’t matter. My cock hardens at her self-inflicted punishment.

Smiling, I grip my dick and jerk even harder and watch as she starts again—hips roll, slamming back against the dildo. There’s less blood now, but I know she will need some aftercare.

“Again,” she orders, pressing the wand onto her clit. Her breaths increase, and her movements become choppier. Just when I think she’s going to allow herself to fall into orgasmic bliss, finally, she yanks away the vibrator and halts her movements. “No pleasure—never pleasure. You’re a monster, and monsters don’t deserve an ounce of joy—not a moment of fleeting happiness.”

I chuckle—finally something we can both agree on.

We’re both monsters.

Except this monster gets off on your pain.

Eva’s tears aren’t distinguishable from the spray of the shower. But I don’t need to see her cry. The soft keening that echoes off the tiles is enough—music to fuck to. A soundtrack to my climax. But I don’t need to see her cry.

My dick jerks a final time when Eva drops to the shower floor and mumbles, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

Her harsh rebuke is all I need. Pumping up and down, I squeeze my balls, twisting along my shaft, doubling my effort. My toes curl tight as a tingle races down my back. I start to shift away just as Eva’s pitiful face flickers across the feed. Smirking, I aim for the monitor as cum shoots across the screen.

I grab a towel, wiping myself clean, ready to enjoy the afterglow settling over me like a smoke after a fire.

For a second, just one fucking second, it almost feels good.

Then she says it again.

“I’m sorry.”

And just like that, my dick goes soft.

I drop the towel like it scorched me, my release curdling into disgust. The moment turns bitter, the heat in my gut no longer pleasure, but rage.

My fist slams against the table, sending pens scattering across the floor. My high slips, gutted by the flames of my unspent wrath. “You don’t know what sorry is,” I spit, launching out of my chair. “But you will soon.”

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