Page 1 of Deadly Obsession
Chapter 1 – Sage
I’m getting railed by the man who owns the hottest nightclub in Brooklyn.
He has me folded over his office desk, slamming into me from behind. The front of his legs slap against the back of mine, forcing my eyes to roll back into my head. His strong hands grip the fabric of my rolled-up dress like a saddle’s horn, allowing him to fuck me deeper. I scream with every vicious thrust as the tip of his cock repeatedly grazes my g-spot.
“Yes, Boss,” I whimper. “Like that.”
I don’t know his name, he never gave it to me, and I never asked for it. The first time I called him Boss, paired with a salute, he clenched his jaw and flared his nostrils. I don’t know why that made him so mad. He’s literally a boss. He owns the nightclub.
I so badly want to give him orders. I want him on his knees in front of me, licking my pumps.
They’re Louboutins—a splurge upon getting my first payout from the app I signed up for where all I do is order men around.
I spent too many years being controlled by my ex. When I left him, I promised myself I’d be the one making the demands. Especially in my sex life. It began with the app and then I started going to sex clubs where I learned to dominate my partners.
But tonight, when I was brought into the office of the owner of Underground Park Slope, I knew he wasn’t the type to wear a collar and let me call him puppy.
I mean, I’ve never done that before, and this man would look delectable on all fours, but he’s also intimidating and powerful and there’s something about him that feels...dangerous,so I decided to let him take the lead.
Another orgasm builds, and he grunts the moment my pussy walls pulse around him.
“Fuck, Reine,” he wheezes, but doesn’t let up.
Reine?
Did he forget my name too? No, because he addressed me by Sage when I was brought to him. He knew my name before I even gave it to him.
His hand crashes down on my bare ass, the sound cracking through the near silence of the room. Silent except formy moans, his grunts, and the muffled beats of music from the club downstairs.
He spanks me again, harder this time, and I buck underneath him. When the third lashing lands, I’m sent over the edge.
Orgasm number two!
The moan I let out is mixed with a sob. Tears roll down my face and stars dance across my vision as pleasure from the orgasm ripples through my body.
Am I going to pass out?
That’s how well this man has fucked me.
He removes his cock and walks around the desk where my head hangs over the edge, as I try to catch my breath. He swipes his fingers over the condom, then grips my hair with his other hand to lift my head.
“Open,” he demands.
He barely gives me time to comply before he shoves his fingers past my lips—the fingers coated with my pleasure that he literally just swiped off that condom.
“Clean them off.”
I shouldn’t find this hot, but I groan as I flail my tongue over the digits.
“Do you like the way you taste?”
“Mhm.”
Once he’s satisfied that I’ve had enough, he removes his fingers to peel the condom off and pushes his cock into mymouth. I suck the shaft down to his balls before flattening my tongue and withdrawing back to the tip.
He lets out a sharp breath.
He hasn’t come yet, so I slide his length down my throat again. He moans and sinks himself deeper, causing me to gag. My eyes water, the tears spilling down my cheeks, adding to the streaks of mascara.
