Page 11 of Deadly Obsession
I twist us around and push him, causing him to fall onto the bed.
“Get in the middle, back to the headboard.”
He sucks in a sharp breath but does as I order.
“No touching me, or yourself, until I say so, got it?”
He nods, then immediately tries to reach for me.
“Ry-guy, what did I just say? Can you not take orders?”
“I can! I promise!”
“Hmm. I don’t trust you. I’ll just have to tie you up.”
I go to his dresser to start opening drawers in search of his ties and luckily find them in the top one. Picking two, I return to the bed on his left side.
He doesn’t resist when I take his arm and secure his wrist to the bed frame’s corner. As I walk around the end of the bed to bind his right hand, I notice his cock straining in his pants.
“Do you need help with that?” I ask, nodding to his crotch.
“Yes, please…”
His eyes widen, just now realizing he still doesn’t know my name.
“You can call me Madam Manilow.”
“Holy shit,” he nearly whispers. “Are you really a dominatrix? I knew you were the moment I saw you tonight. That’s why I came over to talk to you.”
I stifle an eye roll. I brought this upon myself. The whole reason I wore this body-hugging midi dress withthe sweetheart neckline and built-in corset was to attract a submissive man. This outfit seems to call to them.
It must be the red.
Like an angry bull, except they’re horny gym bros needing to be told they’re bad little brats.
I turn to Ryan’s dresser for another tie, then crawl onto the bed between his legs.
“Shut. Up.”
I stuff it in his mouth, gagging him. He whimpers, and it’s music to my ears.
I turn my attention to his tented pants. Slowly, I unzip him and tug his boxers down.
His cock springs free.
It’s a nice dick, average I’d say.
But it’s not Elias’s cock.
Goddamn it.
The man will not leave my head.
Which means, I can’t fuck Ryan tonight. Hell, I won’t even let him kiss me.
I get off the bed and grab a chair from the kitchen area, then return to the end of the bed. Sitting down, I spread my legs and hike up my dress.
“You’re going to watch while I touch myself, and if you’re a good boy, I might let you come too.”
