Page 34 of Twisted Obsession
Turning to face her, I loosened my tie, the silk fabric sliding against my collar. “Strip,” I commanded, my voice low and firm.
Lara looked around the room, her eyes wide with uncertainty, as if searching for someone else I might be addressing.
“Now,” I ordered, my tone sharp and demanding.
She jumped slightly, startled by the authority in my voice. Slowly, she began to undress. I watched intently as she reached behind her, the sound of her zipper descending filling the silent room. She pushed her skirt down her toned legs, the fabric pooling at her feet before she stepped out of it.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuttoned her blouse, the soft rustle of fabric breaking the silence as it slid off her shoulders and fluttered to the floor. The lace of her bra and panties contrasted beautifully against her smooth skin, but as exquisite as they were, I craved the sight of her completely bare.
She stood before me fully naked, her arms wrapped around herself, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. Humiliation had a way of doing that, and I planned to exploit it, to degrade her until her self-worth was a distant memory. I wanted her obedience, for her to know exactly what I desired the moment she heard the turn of the lock.
“On the bed,kukolka,” I instructed, my voice steady as I shrugged off my suit jacket. “With your ass in the air.”
I watched as she walked to the end of the bed, her hips swaying slightly. She climbed up the two steps, her knees sinking into the plush mattress as she positioned herself on all fours. “Hands behind your back, head on the mattress.”
Lara lowered her head to the mattress, her cheek pressing against the cool fabric as she brought her hands behind her back. She turned her head toward me, her eyes seeking mine, but Imoved out of her line of vision. She tried to lift her head, but I pressed my hand firmly against her back.
“Don’t move,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for disobedience.
Knowing she wouldn’t lift her head from the mattress, I circled the bed like a prowling beast, the carpet thick and silencing beneath my feet. The nightstand held the items I needed, and I retrieved them with a quiet that didn’t disrupt the soft rhythm of her breathing. The handcuffs clicked securely around her wrists, the cool metal a stark contrast to her warm, velvety skin. I gathered the remaining items and moved to the foot of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight.
With deliberate slowness, I removed the rest of my clothes, each piece falling to the floor like a whispered promise. Positioning myself behind her, I could see the goosebumps rise along her skin as my palm made contact with the top of her thigh. I traced a path up over the curve of her cheek to the full, round expanse of her ass, her creamy flesh a stark contrast to my large, tattooed hands. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, a cascade of innocence that only heightened my lust.
She tried to lift her head again, but a gentle pressure from my hand on her back kept her still. Her voice trembled, a soft vibrato that echoed through the room as I continued to caress her cheeks, my fingers tracing lazy patterns before gliding down to her puckered hole.
Her pussy glistened between her legs, a beckoning haven of desire. I lowered my head, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils as I buried my face in her warm, wet heat. She moaned loudly, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room as my tongue lapped at her folds. I feasted on her like a man possessed, lickinglines, circles, and countless other shapes into her wet flesh. Her legs shook violently, and it took wrapping my arms around her thighs to keep her upright, my muscles straining against her trembling form.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, pulling it between my lips and grazing over it roughly with sharp teeth, the sensation drawing a gasp from deep within her. Parting her cheeks with both hands, I exposed her tight, winking hole to my hungry eyes. Perfect, just like the rest of her. I couldn’t resist licking around those curves for a few demented seconds, her moans growing louder as I dipped two fingers into her pussy and brought them up to her ring of muscle. I circled the pretty whorl, loosening the outer muscles, preparing her for what was to come.
“What are you….” Her voice was a breathless whisper, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.
“You’re so wet for me,” I murmured, my voice a low growl of desire. “I think you’ll take me easily.”
Lara’s body tensed like a bowstring as I applied steady pressure. I delivered two sharp, staccato smacks to her ass, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of thunder.
“Relax,kukolka,” I cautioned, my voice a low rumble of warning.
She yelped, her body melting into the mattress as I pressed a finger against the tight, puckered ring of muscles and slid into her ass. Her shoulder blades drew together, forming a valley down her back, but her body yielded to my intrusion with ease, swallowing my finger whole.
When I withdrew almost entirely and pushed back in, a keening wail escaped her lips, raw and primal. I added anotherfinger, and she stilled beneath me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Relax. You can take it,” I murmured, my voice a low, soothing timbre.
“No. It’s too much,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible.
I spat on her hole, using my finger to rub the warm, slick saliva into her entrance. She bucked against me as I pressed both fingers inside, her body quivering like a taut wire. As I delved deeper, the thought of replacing my fingers with my cock, instead of the butt plug, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
When her entrance was slick and ready, I placed the cool, smooth tip of the plug against her hole and began to press it in. She whimpered loudly, her body trembling, but she kept her hole relaxed, like a good girl. Her sphincter resisted at first, so I worked the plug against her, moving it back and forth in a steady rhythm until she was muttering incoherently, her body slick with sweat.
I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing it roughly, adding another layer to her pleasure. Her body convulsed, threatening to buck off the bed. When I pinched the throbbing nub between two fingers, she came undone, her orgasm explosive and all-consuming. She toppled onto the bed, her ass finally giving in and swallowing the plug entirely. I took a moment to admire the platinum plug nestled deeply within her, the glistening emerald jewel that crowned the tip winking in the soft light.
Grasping her hips firmly, I lifted her from the bed, her body taut and eager. I held her in place, pausing for a moment to savor the anticipation. With a deliberate, powerful thrust, I plunged inside her, my hips driving forward like a relentless tide. I focused all my concentration on the sensation, desperate to prolong the moment and not succumb to the overwhelming pleasure too soon. The toy, already nestled within her, created a double penetration that constricted her passage until she was stretched taut around me. Her pussy was impossibly tight, gripping me with a greedy intensity that left me lightheaded and breathless.
Reaching over, I grabbed the remote lying on the bed and turned it to the middle setting. The plug’s vibration pulsed through the thin walls of her pussy and up my cock, sending a trail of electricity straight to my balls. The sensation was so intense that I had to drop my forehead to her back, seeking calming breaths to steady myself. I was on the verge of losing control with just one stroke.
“Oh, my god, Dmitri,” she begged, her voice laced with desperation and need.
“Does mykukolkawant me to fuck her?” I growled, my voice thick with lust.
