Page 62 of Unruly Obsession
“Let me,” I growl, wanting nothing more than to unwrap my own present. She pouts but does as she’s told. She always has in the bedroom; it’s the only time I can get the little brat to obey.
I replace her hands with mine, pulling the dress over her head, appreciating every inch of her I uncover. So fucking perfect. Tits that are just the right fit for my palms. Hips that demand my grip.
She reaches for my cock, but I let a disapproving grunt escape. Her pouty expression remains, but she leans back, sitting on her heels.
“Such a fucking good girl.” I twist her dress to create a makeshift rope. “But this will ensure you’re going to do as you’re told.”
“I—” Her mouth snaps shut, and I smirk, looming over her.
“I’m unsure if I should use this to tie your hands or use it as a gag so you’re not so tempted to talk.” I consider it. “Then again, I want to hear you screaming my name.”
She sucks in a sharp breath.
“Hands up, sweetheart.”
I can tell she's nervous. I doubt any man has brought her to life in all the ways I want to acquaint her with.
I wrap the twisted silk of her dress around her wrists above her head, then trail my hand with a feather-light touch over her ribs and farther down, satisfied by her sharp, unsteady breaths. “That's my good girl,” I praise as I run my fingers down her perfectly smooth body until I'm rubbing against her folds. She’s already needy for me, and I hook a finger into her pussy, satisfied with the way she wriggles around and accepts me.
I insert a second finger as I stretch out over her, kissing and worshiping her throat, reveling in the small noises that escape her. She’s already soaking wet for me, but I don’t know if it’s enough for her to accommodate the size of my cock.
“Fuck.” Her panted breaths sound as if she’s riding a high. “I want— You.”
I remove my fingers from her pussy and bring them around her throat. Her eyes widen, and I love the element of surprise, the split second of uncertainty that is then taken over by an unspoken trust.
A small squeal escapes her as I jerk her up by the silk restraint, bringing her to her feet next to the bed. My cockpresses against her stomach as I look down on her, deciding what I want to do. A boat passing by on the water draws my attention to the patio outside my bedroom. Her gaze follows mine.
My cock strains, ready to be inside her. But I'm a disciplined man. My imaginings of what she feels like have been the only things to get me through these torturous weeks with her.
“Stay,” I command. Her nostrils flare, and I raise an eyebrow at her silent challenge. She nibbles at the inside of her cheek but doesn’t make a move.Good.
After rounding the bed, I open the top drawer of the nightstand to pull a condom out. I offer it to her, and those perfectly manicured fingers curl around it. She looks confused but doesn’t say anything.
I walk to the sliding glass doors and open them, stepping out onto the patio that overlooks the lapping water. The city lights twinkle in the distance, and the chilly air prickles against my skin as I turn to face her.
I lean against the waist-high glass railing. “Crawl to me, Sunshine.”
“E-excuse me?” she stutters.
A cruel smile stretches over my lips as I lean farther back, stretching my arms along the top of the railing. Will this be what pushes her too far?
“I—“ She looks shocked. “You’ve tied my hands. I can’t?—”
“Are your knees broken?” I ask, watching her expectantly.
She scoffs. “What if someone sees us?”
I offer a casual shrug. Only she cares if she’s seen. Ironic, considering I’m the one who hides in the shadows, but the moment the spotlight might be on her, she wants to hide away from it. I fist my cock and begin to stroke myself as I admire her. Standing only a few feet away, perfect hips and tits, her hands bound in front of her like a good fucking girl.
Slowly and elegantly, Lily drops to her knees, and like a moth to a flame, she shifts toward me, her bound hands in front of her. When she comes to a stop in front of me, I reach out and twist her nipple. She hisses under the intensity, but those blue eyes gleam with something a little more feral, something very unbefitting of my princess, and it's a warm welcome compared to what I’d usually expect from my woman.
“Do you want this cock stuffing your cunt?” I ask, stroking myself. She bites the inside of her cheek as she nods eagerly, almost greedily. I squeeze my cock hard, reminding myself I want to last throughout the night. That’s the thing with this woman; my cock wants her more than any other pussy it’s been inside of. And I know I’ll undoubtedly be fucked the moment I thrust into her, certain I’ll never be able to come back from it.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly, and I reward her with a twist and pinch to the other nipple, forcing a curse out of her normally polite mouth.
“Then put the condom on so I can bend you over this railing and destroy that cunt of yours.”
“Do you have to be so vulgar?”
