Page 32 of Twisted Obsession

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Regina

“Stand up,” Ansel ordered, jerking my attention away from the couple on stage.

I did as he commanded. My weak legs shook from the amount of lust I’d allowed to float into me.

Standing before him, Ansel reached up, gripped me by the waist and spun me to face him. What was he going to do?

His strong hand slid lower to either side of my hips like he was measuring me. He squeezed my waist before he scooted me closer and positioned me so that I was standing between his legs and peering down at him.

A sharp gasp raced across my throat as his warm hand slid around my ankle, resting on the inside before he allowed it to slide up. His sharp gaze penetrated the darkness and found mine as his hand continued the journey up the inside of my leg.

A light tremble shook my body—warming me from the inside out as his hand continued its mission. When he bypassed the hem of my dress and kept going, I swallowed my last remnants of fear and allowed lust to take control.

My surroundings had started to fall away. The screams of the woman on stage had become background noise as I was enveloped in the desire Ansel built inside me. His other hand remained around my waist, keeping me in place as if I’d dare walk away from him.

“Oh,” swept past my lips as the tremble in my legs picked up a notch. His hand was right at my panty line, and my inner-thigh quivered against his warm, waiting fingers. Was he about to stroke the spot that had started to seep with moisture?

My chest heaved as anticipation pulsed through me, and instead of stopping this public display, I stood, waiting for whatever would come next. Ansel had me shamelessly leaking. Wetter than a rippling waterfall, my thin black panties were soaked through.

I moaned louder than I’d intended when his finger slid across the outside of my panties and stroked the wettest part. The cool air in the room blew up my dress and allowed the full degree of my wetness to reveal itself.

What shaky heels? I’d forgotten about those shoes.Ansel’s smooth strokes had given me the agility of a cat. A mountain of lust and desire rolled through me, keeping me from catching a full breath.

Ansel’s hand tightened around my waist as he pulled me close enough to hear the deep sniff of his inhale.

“You’re so wet, I can smell your arousal, and it smells delicious. I want to eat your pussy so fucking bad.”

There was no response from my lips, but my body screamed for him to do it.

“Open a bit wider,” he commanded as the back of his hand slapped against the inside of my thigh. The heat wafting from between my thighs was making the cooling system in the place work overtime because my body had gone up in flames.

Eagerly, I widened my stance. Ansel’s hand went back to that spot, softly stroking my clit through the wet material of my panties. A whimper escaped, preventing me from keeping my cry of pleasure to myself. The shiver in my belly intensified, making its way throughout my body before settling back in my stomach. My breathing escalated, racing past my lips before getting lost in the darkness.

Another moan, heavy with lust, flowed into the dimness when Ansel increased the pressure, twirling his finger around my button. Pleasure had my body firing off hot tremors from within that poured over my skin. The sound of the screaming woman on stage, mixed with the moans of the members surrounding us, produced audible background sounds.

The lady on the stage was close as her screams turned into desperate gasps. My gasps were similar to the woman’s as Ansel played me with his wicked fingers, making my hips sway and dance. I choked on my sharp breaths and drank my moans. My body started to teeter as the tremble in my legs started to increase, making my knees go weak.

With nothing to hang on to, I gripped one of Ansel’s shoulders with one hand and balled up the material of my dress in my other hand. The lady on stage was in the throes of orgasm as her screams turned otherworldly.

On the cusp of coming too, Ansel was about to make me scream. My mind and heart raced as my body prepared to shatter. As swiftly as he’d built up my anticipation and filled me with dizzying pleasure, he stopped.

Ansel dropped his magical fingers, removed his hand from around my waist, and backed onto the couch. “Have a seat, Gina,” he commanded as he patted the couch next to him.

Is he serious?The frown on my face sank so deep, there was no way he didn’t notice it. My body was in such anxious distress, I remained stuck in place for a moment. Shuffling, shaky legs took me to the edge of the couch, and I fell onto it with a hard thud.

My arms crossed my chest as I sat, steaming and mad. How could Ansel do that to me? He’d built my state of arousal high enough that I’d forgotten about being surrounded by a club full of people.

“In case you’re wondering, you’re being punished for making someone else’s dick besides mine hard.”

“But…”

“Don’t!” he ordered, his voice booming with finality. This was about as cruel a punishment as anyone could suffer. Especially to someone like me who’d had minimal satisfying sexual encounters throughout my life.

“Mmm,” Ansel moaned as I caught a glimpse of him sniffing the fingers he’d used to almost get me off. When he stuck each finger into his mouth before leisurely pulling them back between his lips, my mouth dropped open. He sucked on his fingers like he’d stuck them into a hot apple pie.

Ansel was a horrible man, but he’d given me the best orgasm I’d ever had, so I’d have to deal with his rules if I ever wanted to experience that feeling again.

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