Page 30 of Unruly Obsession
I’ve lost my fucking mind.
I’ve never liked pain, but this feels completely different. It’s not to hurt me; it’s being completely dominated in a way I’ve never known, and testing my limits.
And I fuckinglikeit.
His other hand brushes my hair from my face, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. When he pulls his hand back, he looks down at the small smear of blood. It’s embarrassing. I should be mortified, and yet, when his fingers slowly wrap around my throat, my body is arching farther into him, a victim to his touch.
“That just won’t do,” he says as he readjusts my head, angling my neck into the position he wants. “You like the pain.”
“No,” I say defiantly, because I can’t be into this depravity. Shouldn’t I be ashamed?
His hand that rests on my ass skims lightly over my panties, and I bite down on my lip to stifle the moan.
“You’re soaking wet for me, Sunshine,” he says matter-of-factly. “Let’s see how you like this on your cunt.”
I gasp at the vulgar word. But I don't have time to dwell on it, because he pulls back his hand and then smacks my pussy.
A moan escapes me as I buck against him, still held by the throat. My pussy pounds angrily. It hurts so damn much, but then a wave of pleasure flows through my core as he circles my clit through my underwear. Fuck, what is he doing to me?
“Do you understand you’re being punished for being a brat today?” he growls. I can feel the hard press of his erection against my ribs. Another flood of liquid rushes to my core, and I can't help thinking about that cock.
Wantingthat cock.
Crack!I buck as he slaps my pussy again, eliciting goose bumps and a new threshold of pain. It’s too much… isn’t it? A more treacherous pulsing begins.
I want this.
“Every time you step out of line, you will be punished. Do you understand?” He tightens his grip around my throat to the point I can barely breathe, and angles my head to face him. “Answer me, Sunshine.”
But all I can think about is his cock pressing against me. This is turning him on, right? He wants this, too, doesn't he?
But more importantly, he’s still waiting for my answer.
“You will never own me” is the most truthful answer I can give, because I don’t understand what the fuck is happening. All I know is my body loves it, but I’m not going to give in to his every demand.
That almost-grin teases his lips, and his hand comes down, hard, this time on my ass. I buck as his fingers press tighter around my windpipe, and I can’t even squeak. A shudder of fear runs through me for the first time.Have I bitten off more than I can chew?This isn’t who I am, so what?—
My thoughts cut off, and my eyes roll into the back of my head as his thumb circles my clit again, and his grip around my throat loosens.
“So fucking beautiful, how wet you are for me. Fucking perfect in every way,” Lorenzo praises, seemingly enthralled by my ass. A different warmth floods my chest, and I bat it away. This isn’t normal. I shouldn’t feel anything for this man. But I’m not used to a man whispering such sweet nothings to me. If anything, it infuriates me.Sure, you’ve won this time. I find you attractive.But don’t say unnecessary things, like I’m beautiful and perfect, when you don’t mean them.
All of a sudden, I want this to be over. I want to go to my room.
“Do you usually talk so much to all your torture victims?” I grit, now all fire. One more smack and then I’m gone. Hell, I know I don’t even have to stay for it, but there’s a sense of sheer determination and rebellion that fuels me now. I try to ignore the throbbing of my pussy, which wants more, and cling to my self-preservation instead.
His gaze slides to mine, the fire previously burning in them gone. “I only torture if I want something from it.”
Slap. I’m blinded by the pain that sears my flesh. It’s so strong that tears spring to my eyes. My body tingles everywhere, something new and dark unfurling within me. Something I don’t want to greet.
I open my eyes and scowl. “Are you done now?” I ask, as if unaffected by the thrumming of my body, which wants to sit up until I’m straddling his cock.
He's too beautiful. I’ve become disarmed around him.
His eyebrows furrow slightly as he says, “Yes.” His hand gently caresses my ass, as if soothing it, then he gives me the space to stand. His hand is still resting on my hips as he helps me to my feet.
I don’t understand him, nor do I have to.
“Good night,” I say as I pull my dress down and walk away with my head held high. My body aches, the subtle friction of my dress shifting back and forth over my skin irritating every step. But I pretend to be unfazed as my inner world spirals, awoken by something new I’m not entirely ready to address.
