Page 22 of Deadly Obsession
“Hush. Do you remember your safe word?” I asked.
“Red,” she replied.
“Red,what?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now count them out.”
Before she had the chance to say anything else, I cocked the belt back and let loose, whipping it across the beautiful fullness of her milky-white ass. The leather cracked against her skin, and she gasped.
“Count, Sera!” I demanded.
“One,” she whimpered.
I continued the process, being sure to get both cheeks equally, not wishing to cause an uneven amount of damage.
“Two… three… four…”
Her thighs were trembling, and I caught a glimpse of tears falling from her face. I paused, waiting to see if she would use her safe word and put an end to this. But it never came.
She kneeled on the bench, her body shaking and her eyes dripping with tears as her pussydrippedwith her arousal. My girl was fucking feral for it, and I was so proud of her.
“Five! Thank you, Sir..” She was slumping slightly, but she never let go of the bench, just like I’d instructed her.
I tossed my belt on top of my jeans and dropped to my knees behind her. Her full ass now decorated with red welts and a few small breaks in the skin from two stronger strikes. Gently, I placed my hands on the sides of her thighs and began to kiss every inch of her raised flesh. She winced a time or two, but the next few moments passed in mostly silence. Nothing but the sounds of our breathing and the water below the pier.
Once I’d kissed every mark I’d given her, I kissed her dripping pussy, then ran my tongue up her core, collecting all her delicious arousal on my tongue as I stood. Gliding my hands to her hips, I aligned my cock with her pussy, moving forward as the tip slipped into her with ease, despite how tightly she hugged me.
“Don’t let go,” was the only warning I gave her before relentlessly thrusting into her, to the point the wooden bench creaked and threatened to splinter.
Sera took me so well. She was fucking made for me. The perfect blend of elegance and ferocity. My harpy.
With each drive of my hips, she slowly lowered her chest till it was pressed against the back of the bench, giving her ass to me so nicely. I wasn’t going to last very long after all the foreplay.That,mixed with the fact anyone could be watching me fuck my harpy right now, had me especially hard. I refused to come before she did, though. My girl needed to know that I—and only I—could or would ever give her such pleasure.
“I want you to come on my cock for me like the good fucking girl you are, Sera. You’re going to have to get used to this, because this is what every single day of the rest of your life is going to be like. Me fucking your tight hole like you’remy personal fuck toy.” I gritted my teeth, growling out the words as I thrusted harder and harder, ensuring I maintained a set rhythm.
“James, yes, please. I’m yours, fucking yours!” she moaned out. “Oh god.”
“No! You pray to me. My name is the only one you are allowed to cry out!” I cocked my hand back and slapped it hard across her ass, that same hand then reaching around to squeeze her throat.
“Yes… Sir…” she huffed, her body beginning to quiver again.
I felt an overwhelming surge of heat on my cock as she came for me. The intensity of the moment triggered my own orgasm, my cock erupting deep inside her. Our bodies seemed to shake in harmony, our nervous systems totally rocked by our orgasms.
Hardly able to keep my legs under me, I had to reach out with my free hand and grab Sera’s waist before she collapsed over the bench. Following her momentum and in my own body’s apparent failure, I pulled her back to my chest and spun us. My side hit the bench, the edges of the wood biting between my ribs and into my hip. With Sera wrapped in my arms, I turned till she was on my lap, both of us sitting in silence while soaking in the sunlight.
After a few moments, Sera moved to straddle me, our bodies—covered in hot, sweaty passion—becoming one. She wrapped her arms around my neck as our breaths slowly fell in sync. It was the strangest feeling, having her chest pressed against mine. I could swear our hearts were beating as one.
It was then that I felt my mouth open, heard my own voice, but the words I said in that moment came out naturally. Without hesitation or forethought.
“I love you, Sera.”
FIFTEEN
SERA
I’d just regained the ability to breathe. I didn’t think my hearing was affected, but clearly it was.
