Page 36 of Twisted Obsession
“I will deal with you after dinner,” he stated, steely resolve in his eyes as he took hold of my hand and guided me out of the dimly lit library. The room’s shadows seemed to cling to us as we moved, the air heavy with tension.
Stepping out of the grand mansion, a sleek black Mercedes greeted us on the circular drive. Its polished surface gleamed under the fading light, reflecting the grandeur of the estate. Stepan stood by the opened back passenger door, his posture rigid and formal and his expression as serious as ever, as if a smile might shatter him.
As we stepped into the elegantly decorated restaurant and approached our table, my eyes scanned the dimly lit space, notexpecting the sight that met us—a couple waiting at our table, their presence unexpected. I had expected only the two of us this evening.
“Dmitri,” the man greeted warmly, extending his hand with a genuine smile. “You remember my wife, Lisa?”
Dmitri shook his hand firmly and then turned his attention to the man’s wife. I stood quietly beside him, my fingers intertwined with his, a polite smile plastered on my face despite having no idea who these people were.
“Clay and Lisa Osbourne, I’d like you to meet my wife, Lara,” Dmitri introduced smoothly, releasing my hand and instead resting it gently on the small of my back.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lara,” Lisa said, her voice friendly as she offered her hand, which I accepted. “Congratulations, by the way.”
“Thank you,” I replied, my smile slightly strained but courteous.
We all settled into our seats just as the waiter arrived, carrying a bottle of wine that I surmised Clay had thoughtfully pre-ordered. As he poured each of us a glass, I wasted no time taking a large sip, savoring the rich flavor, needing the extra boost to get through this night.
“You better slow down,kukolka. You don’t want me to punish you later,” Dmitri warned, his voice low and intimidating as he leaned closer.
The conversation soon veered toward Dmitri’s latest ventures, notably his nightclub, Raptor, which was news to me,along with his other enterprises. While Dmitri and Clay delved into business talk, Lisa and I listened with polite interest.
“So, Lara.” Lisa turned to me, her eyes sparkling with friendliness. “A few women gather every Saturday for coffee at the charming old coffeehouse on Park Avenue. We’d love to have you join us.”
“I would…” I began, formulating my response, but was abruptly cut off.
“Right now, Lara has her hands full planning the wedding,” Dmitri interjected smoothly, drawing my gaze sharply toward him.
“I thought you two were already married,” Lisa remarked, pausing her fork mid-air before gently placing a delicate piece of tender salmon into her mouth.
“We are,” Dmitri replied with a convincing smile. “But I thought it would be nice to give Lara the wedding she has always dreamed of.” His lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly.
Before I could interject, a pulsating hum ignited in my core. The sudden sensation caused me to grasp the edge of the table, knuckles flaring white. I darted a glance at Dmitri, his face bearing a smug grin that made him look like a cat who’d just cornered his prey. The vibration intensified, and a low moan escaped my lips, unbidden. His hand found its way to my bare thigh, his touch searing my skin. Of course, he had maneuvered me to sit to his left, granting him unfettered access to the slit in my dress.
His hand slid between my legs, fingers tracing the line of my damp, slick folds. The room grew hotter as he dipped afinger inside me. I pressed my lips together tightly but my body responded, hips jerking forward ever so slightly.
“Lara, are you all right? You’re all flushed,” Lisa chimed in, oblivious to the storm raging within me. Her eyebrows were drawn together in concern.
“I’m… fine,” I managed to stammer, as Dmitri inserted another finger, the vibration inside me growing more insistent. I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to suppress the moans of pleasure threatening to escape. My grip on the table loosened, my hand finding its way to cover Dmitri’s.
“Excellent choice on the wine, Clay,” Dmitri commented casually, as if his fingers weren’t dancing inside me. He curled them slightly, hitting that sweet spot, and increased the vibration once more. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My grip on his hand tightened, eyes fluttering closed as waves of pleasure crashed over me, drowning out the rest of the conversation. The vibration ceased, and I pulsed around his fingers, coating them with my release.
When I finally opened my eyes, I was grateful to see Clay and Lisa engrossed in Dmitri’s praise of the wine, none the wiser about my private turmoil.
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” I breathed, pushing Dmitri’s hand away from between my legs. My voice was barely audible, my breath still ragged.
“I’ll come with you,” Lisa offered, already pushing her chair back.
Clutching my intricately beaded clutch, I rose from the table with a sense of urgency and trailed behind Lisa toward the ladies’ restroom. The moment we stepped inside, the doorswinging shut behind us, I released a muffled scream of frustration, the sound echoing slightly off the tiled walls.
“That bad, huh?” Lisa suggested knowingly, positioning herself beside me as she expertly applied a fresh layer of deep crimson lipstick to her flawlessly contoured lips. Her presence was almost intimidating.
When Dmitri had first introduced me to her and Clay, I couldn’t help but admire—and perhaps envy—her striking beauty. She had the kind of allure that could belong to a high-fashion runway model, complete with lustrous hair that cascaded down her back, a sculpted body, and features that seemed almost too perfect for reality.
“Yeah,” I admitted without a hint of modesty, lifting the hem of my elegant dress to reveal the butt plug to Lisa, a flush of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks when I looked at her and saw her reaction. “Wait, you knew. I’m so embarrassed.”
“That’s nothing. And don’t be,” she chuckled, her laughter bubbling up as she placed a manicured hand over her mouth to suppress it. “Once, Clay took me to the opera and had me kneel in front of him for a blowjob while there were people just in the booth beside us. The only thing separating us was a curtain, and if they had decided to draw it back, they would have witnessed everything. We weren’t exactly quiet.”
“How long have you two known Dmitri?” I inquired, my curiosity piqued as I wondered how close she was to him.
