Page 31 of Twisted Obsession

Was Ansel giving me a preview of what was going to happen to me? He’d already paddled me for telling him no. Was this what he was talking about when he informed he’d take me through stages? Was I expected to take such harsh punishment?

The man doing the beating was getting off on his torture, and his member had grown stiff. It stood out from his body, dark pink and swollen.

He climbed onto the bed between the woman’s bound and parted legs. He laid the whip across her back, and I noticed for the first time that the woman didn’t have a mark on her. The man slackened the restraints that bound her legs and readied his dick for penetration.

He leaned across the woman’s back and yanked her lower body up by her waist. The positioning gave the audience a clear view of the woman’s vagina, so drenched, her juices glistened even at a distance.

The man plunged into the woman who fought against her arm restraints, causing them to pull taut against the thick black straps that secured her to the bed. The man’s ass worked vigorously, his muscles tensing and releasing as he pumped into the woman, hard and demanding, from behind.

Instead of help, the woman was met with lust-filled gazes as voyeurs played with themselves and others. One sub had kneeled in front of her Dom, giving him a blowjob. They had no concern for who viewed their display.

Although torn in my opinion about the show, I found myself flooded with lust and unable to keep my eyes away. What was wrong with me?

Ansel leaned in, placing his lips to my ear. “Look at her face. Believe me, he is not hurting her, and if he is, she loves it.”

Squinting, I pushed away the darkness for a better view of the woman’s face. Just as he’d pointed out, although the woman screamed, her face was filled with the type of satisfaction that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than what it was.

Every time the man eased back, he’d withdraw his large member and plunge back in. My breathing kicked up a notch with every thrust and not even Ansel’s hand sliding up my arm lured my gaze away from the scene. This was my first experience as a voyeur. I like watching others have sex? I asked myself the question three times before I decided the answer was yes.

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