Page 34 of Twisted Obsession

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Regina

When we stepped off the elevator and into the living room, I was at a loss at what was supposed to come next. Ansel’s hawk eyes had been on me the entire trip home as he allowed me to talk myself into oblivion. At the point that I grew sick of my own voice, I quieted without him cutting in on my nonstop chatter.

My mind would not ease up. Exhilaration for the new world I’d been introduced to coursed through me, as strongly as the anxiousness of what might happen in private. I strolled towards the couch carrying the heels that had turned out to be the least of my worries.

Although I was reluctant to glance back, I sensed Ansel’s approach behind me. The energy between us was so charged that the sensation of floating across the room instead of walking overcame me.

The pleasant coolness of the set temperature inside the space did nothing to level my climbing heat. As soon as I dropped the heels and prepared to sit on the couch, Ansel’s strong presence stood at my back.

“Let me help you with that,” he stated has his fingers brushed the nape of my neck and stilled me. He unfastened the collar and sat it on the table before he undid the bracelet. I had no intention of letting him know that I had been clueless to the fact that I was wearing a collar.

Once he had me out of my markings, his strong hand wrapped around my wrist. With a gentle tug, he led me in the opposite direction of the stairs, towards his domain.

There were two things in this direction: his bedroom and the playroom. I was intimidated by both, but my anticipation and curiosity overruled my concern.

I’d never gotten a glimpse inside the playroom because it had been locked the few times I’d snooped. However, Ansel’s bedroom was always left open like he was inviting me in.

He punched in a four-digit number, and the door at the end of the hall popped open before Ansel placed a hand at my back and urged me into the darkness. Something clicked, and dim lights started to pop on throughout the room. My bare feet dragged across the floor as I scanned the area. A lavender scent washed over me, and its calming fragrance did its job as my tension started to dissipate.

Twice the size of my bedroom, the walls were a deep burgundy and decorated with velvet upholstery. Tables that resembled workout benches, a harness hanging from the ceiling, a seat-less chair, and pieces of furniture that reminded me of ancient torturing devices were strategically placed. The only item of tradition was the large bed made-up with snow-white satin bedding. Dildos, blindfolds, and items I couldn’t name filled my view as I glanced around, soaking it all in.

Ansel allowed me to take in my surroundings before he led me past the bed to an open portion of the back wall. My lips drifted further apart as I eyed the array of restraints and cuffs of varies sizes and designs that hung on the nearest wall.

Ansel went for the most intimidating restraint, pulling it from its place on the wall. The thick, black leather straps could straightjacket my wrist. I stood rooted in place, watching with baited breath as he took his time unsnapping and unbuckling the portion that would cover my wrist. The other half of each leather portion was solid metal cuffs. The intimidating sound of the half a foot of shiny chains that connected each metal cuff to each leather cuff, amplified my tension. Done with his adjustments, Ansel set the restraint aside, and his strong hand wandered back to my body.

A nervous step took me back. “Relax, Gina. I’m not going to hurt you unless you ask me to.”

He placed his steady hand on my waist and spun me, putting my back to him. His warm breath on my neck caused me to shudder before the heat of his body enveloped me in comfort as much as it caused my body to heat.

“You have a lot of innocence left in you,” he whispered in my ear as the front of his body swept my back and stole away my breath.

“What?” I stammered after capturing one of the breaths he’d made me lose.

His warm lips caressed the trembling flesh of my neck. “I can taste it on you. You weren’t kidding about your focus being medical school and becoming a doctor, were you?”

“No,” shot past my lips.

“My first punishment for you, is to make you wait and beg. Your obedience is the key to you not breaking my rules and being my good sub. It will teach you to think before you react, especially when it’s not me you’re reacting to. Also, I’m not done making you pay for telling me no. You remember you told me no, Gina?”

Of course, I remembered telling him no, but I refused to let Ansel make me believe I’d made a mistake. Maybe my mistake was changing my mind. However, I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut while he towered above my five-foot-seven frame and lurked at my back.

“And let’s not forget you eyeballing another Dom like you wanted to be his slut. Nope. That shit can’t happen, Gina.”

He ran his hands along my shoulders, his soft caress not matching his authoritative tone. His hands slid across my skin with calm ease, enough to allow me to reclaim control over my body. He swept my hair aside and leaned in, covering my back with his hard body. His warm, soft lips rested on the tip of my earlobe as his scent added fuel to my heightened desires.

“Once. You’re. Mine.” He punctuated each word before he palmed a large chunk of my hair and pulled, making my heat rise and my mind turn to a murky puddle of lust. With my face aimed at the ceiling, my cheek kissed the rough stubble of his jaw and added to my excitement.

“I promise you, Gina. I’m going to make it so you never want another man. I’m going to make sure your body only reacts to my touch. I’m going to make certain your pussy only gets wet for me.”

Oh my Goodness.I blinked at the sound of the heated words that swirled over his sexy lips.The pulsing throb between my legs increased, making me believe I could get off on his words alone. My chest heaved as my lungs worked overtime to level my breathing.

He spun me to face him again, fervently controlling my body with ease. Before my mind caught up with my mouth, he gripped my dress at the chest and clenched the material tight in his fist. His stoic expression didn’t reveal his intentions.

“Aww!” I screamed as the sharp tearing sounded from my dress being ripped from me. My body jerked back and forth with each rip as my legs danced under me to keep in time with his irrational behavior. Why was I so damn excited about being ripped out of my dress?

Lust grew heavier in Ansel’s eyes with each part of me he exposed, like a wild animal who’d capture his prey. He didn’t stop his impassioned actions until my dress was in pieces and falling around my ankles.

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