Page 37 of Twisted Obsession

The next thing I knew, his mouth was on me. His tongue strummed my clit with slow tenderness before he stiffened it and let it sink into my throbbing heat. My head fell back against the wall as loud cries of pleasure gave my lungs a workout. His hot mouth and strong tongue were as dominating as his personality and caused me to forget all about proper behavior.

Without having to tell me to do so, my legs spread wider on their own, and his tongue felt as if it were lassoing itself around my clit. It felt so good, I could feel my juices flowing like he’d turned on a faucet. He didn’t tease me with his tongue like he had with his finger, he drank me in, sucking and licking with loud smacks. When his tongue slid deep inside me, I was done.

He paused long enough for his gaze to find mine, his lips a deep pink and dripping wet with my juices.

“I’m going to make your pussy melt in my mouth,” he promised. His words almost enough to send me over the edge.

When he set his mouth back on my juicy heat, he did what he said he’d do. His mouth and tongue action left my mouth hanging open and both my legs trembling. My cries were nothing more than a series of lazy moans that crawled from my throat.

Sweet relief was about to wash away every worry I’d ever had until he stopped cold and left my body a jittery hot mess of wetness. His appreciative gaze landed on my sopping wetness before he licked his lips, keeping the bottom one pinched between his teeth.

“Damn that was good,” he declared, smacking his lips like he’d drank a glass of lemonade. As wet as he’d gotten me, I was sure my juicy flow could have filled up a glass.

My chest bobbed up and down, overwhelmed by the distress he’d set off in me. A yelp of fear escaped when I felt myself being lowered. His exploring hands caressed my waist and kept traveling until they dropped over the globes of my ass.

Too heavy for me to keep open, my hooded gaze lowered when his warm breath washed over my face. A slight tug on my ass registered, right before a low click sounded indicating that the platform I’d forgotten about had fallen back in place.

With my weight in Ansel’s strong hands, my legs flew around his waist. My warm gushy center rested against the ridges of his abs that shifted against my inner thighs like hard rippling waves.

He ground his hardness into my thigh before he lowered my legs to the floor. My feet wobbled in the sexy red heels, but the restraints helped to keep me steady.

Without words, Ansel reached around my body and with one quick flick of his fingers, he unhooked my bra. Everything about my body was ample and full, so as soon as my bra dropped, my pair of D’s tumbled free. The distended dark tips of my nipples pointed and called for attention.

Ansel sat his lips against mine, so tender it surprised me, and dragged a moan from deep within my throat. “You will watch everything I do to you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered.

He eased back, staring at the prey he intended to devour. The pressure on my bound hands as I wiggled them reminded me that I was officially his submissive captive.

His sexy lips nipped my lobe and sent another hot jolt of lust through me that stopped at my core and waited there.

He ran his thumbs over my nipples, which caused goosebumps to pepper my blazing skin, as his gaze remained focused on mine so that he could see my every reaction. When he backed away, his radiating warmth lessened and left me needy for him.

His wet pink tongue passed over his lips, alluding to what he’d do next. While kneading my full tits with firm pressure, he bent and teased my nipples with light flicks and occasionally pinched them between his lips.

I’d never watched myself being pleasured before, but Ansel had insisted that I did, and I was starting to understand why. The visual added a depth to the sensations that coursed through me in waves.

My hands wanted to touch, but the restraints snapped me back to reality. Straight white teeth grazed over my dark nipple, tugging it with gentle ease. I squirmed, and my hips swayed, wanting more. He bit harder, allowing his teeth to sink into my puckered flesh and deliver spikes of pain that I didn’t mind.

When he backed away, a protest rested on the edge of my tongue until my eyes latched onto an item he’d picked up from the table that sat next to the bed. My body recoiled when he closed in on me with metal clamps that he aimed at my nipples.

“Trust me. You’re going to learn to appreciate the pinch of a good nipple clamp.”

Was there a toy he didn’t have?

He waited until I’d calmed enough before placing the hard tips of my nipples in the small biting clamps. They pinched, sending just enough pain to keep me aware that something was there, holding and squeezing my sensitive flesh. The clamps were a distraction until Ansel lured my attention away from them, calling my gaze when the tip of his finger skimmed my chin.

Blazing heat warmed my cheeks when his dick kissed my stomach, pressing into my flesh with a demanding presence. Ansel added pressure by pushing harder, allowing me to feel what he wanted to invade my softness with.

“You’re going to take it all and beg me to fuck you harder and deeper.” The seed of mischief that blossomed in his gaze had grown into a wild vine of devious intent.

“Yes, Sir,” fell from my mouth before I could stop it. What in the hell was wrong with me? I was agreeing to something impossible. I’d never had that much of anything inside of me. Medically, I was aware that it could be done, but mentally, I don’t think I was prepared for what I might experience.

The idea scared me, but the notion that I might enjoy it caused logic to evaporate into a dark mist of lust. The anticipatory excitement of the situation stirred in me and had me curious to see how much I could take.

Was I going to beg him to fuck me deeper and harder with a dick his size? I didn’t think so, but with Ansel, there was no telling where he’d lead my mind and body. So far, I was on the most exciting sexual journey I’d ever been on.

As frightened as I was by this situation, I’d never been so aroused in my life. I’d never craved anyone’s touch as much as I burned for Ansel’s, I mean, Sir’s. Gosh, even in my thoughts, I was calling him Sir.

I was finally opening up and allowing myself to accept that I’d agreed to be his submissive. The hard press of his dick against my stomach left a hot wet trail as it slid lower and turned my curious desires into a ravishing need. A desperate passion seized me, and I desired what was now pinned against my inner thigh.

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