Page 36 of Twisted Obsession

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Regina

Ansel left me to my shock as his gaze lowered and devoured my body. Cool air from a vent I was too seduced to see, swept my shoulders as he slipped his hand along the trembling flesh of my stomach.

My hand still had a firm grip of the large piece of velvet steel he’d introduced me to. As frightened as I was, I couldn’t bear to let it go. Was his plan to force it all inside me going to be my punishment? I hadn’t had sex in seven months, so I would pass out from the pressure and pain.

However, Ansel had other ideas as his hand zipped past my side and picked up the restraints I’d forgotten about. He moved closer, backing me up until my butt bumped the cushiony wall behind me. His swift movement forced me to let go of his dick.

“Give me your hands,” he commanded.

My hands moved up mechanically, my mind so muddled, I worked on impulse. I’d never been cuffed before in any capacity, yet here I was, about to have my hands trapped in these intimidating restraints. The sound of clinking metal pierced the low music I’d just noticed playing in the background.

He secured one restraint on each of my hands. Once he had the thick leather firmly strapped around my wrist, he reached down and took the dangling metal portion of the restraint attached to my left wrist and raised it above my head. A deep inhale shot down my throat when he lifted my hand high above my head, making me inch up on my toes.

My gaze followed his maneuvering and allowed me a glimpse of the thick metal loops built into the wall. Metal clinked around metal as soon as he positioned my hand and locked the metal of the cuff around the metal loop on the wall. On instinct, I tried to snatch my arm free, but it was useless. The dangling metal portion of the restraints on my right hand slapped against my thigh, waiting to be secured.

When he reached for my second hand, reluctance surfaced, but lust won the battle when his lips skimmed the warm flesh of my neck. He knew when to distract me and worked with swift ease to position and lock my hand in place on the wall.

My arms were spread above my head in a Y, and with each pull, the cuffs beat out a metallic tune. He’d cuffed me to the wall like I was a veteran criminal who’d committed a heinous crime.

Although nervous about being restrained, I had bigger problems to stress over. I was standing in my bra and panties, and Ansel had an anaconda waiting to destroy my underused vagina.

Curiosity surfaced when he bent and placed a hand on my inner thigh. He tightened the grip of his hand on my waist as his gaze found mine.

He lifted me like I didn’t weigh a pound, so swift and unexpected a squeaky noise escaped my throat before softness slid across the backs of my thighs. Ansel eased me onto a small velvety platform that he’d pulled from the wall. It was no wider than my ass, stood about a foot from the wall, and left my legs dangling high off the floor.

There were so many tricks and secret little niches and coves in this room, I didn’t know what to expect from one moment to the next.

The sound of clinking metal registered as he checked to ensure I was secured and in place. My heart sank at the notion that I was trapped, and Ansel noticed my dismay with a knowing smirk.

Fear filled my brain to capacity, repeating the nagging reminder that there was no escaping this now. I was in what was likely a soundproof playroom, anchored to the wall by restraints, with a dick the size of Texas aimed right at me.

Ansel bent to pick up something out of my view. He took my ankle in his palm and raised a pair of red heels, as sexy and as dangerous as the ones I’d left in his living room.

The sensation that sparked when his hand wrapped around my flesh mixed with the hooded gaze he presented while doing it, had lust flaring throughout my body. The cuffs aided in steadying me atop the small platform when he lifted my leg and strapped me into the shoe.

He raised my foot to his mouth and allowed his hot wet tongue to inch along my ankle and continued to lick across the red leather of the shoe, his gaze on me the entire time. The scene was enough to make the fear in me melt away. Ansel was a freak, stamped and certified.

My body remained in a constant state of anticipation. After securing both shoes, he released my legs, ensuring my calves slid through his fingers before letting go.

When the platform I sat on started to rise higher, lifting me, I released a loud, throat-tickling yell. The wall had shifted, keeping me in the same, cuffed position only higher. I was inside my very own sexual science experiment. He’d lifted me high enough so that his mouth was right at my midsection.

He slid his hand up my thighs agonizingly slow. When he reached my panties, I assumed he’d rip them off just as he had my dress, but he didn’t.

He kept his left hand gripping my right thigh, but the other meandered across the material of my panties and over the most heated part of my body. I couldn’t help letting a low moan escape as the building hunger would not be silenced. My fists clenched into tight balls, the restraints keeping them from dropping as my knuckles strained against my skin.

A gradual smile spread across Ansel’s face as he peeled back the material of my wet panties. I swore his sinful ideas were merged into his devious facial expression.

“She is such a beautiful pussy. It’s a shame the things I’m going to do to her.”

He leaned closer, taking a sniff.

“She smells as good as she looks.”

One sharp yank and my wet panties were in his hand before he dropped them on the floor. He’d been so quick about ripping them off that there was no time for surprise.

He gripped my thighs and spread my legs wide with swift purpose. The way I was positioned against the wall, would have made Spider-man envious. I should have been afraid of falling, but his grip on me and the restraints kept me pinned and in place. Hiding was no longer an option. I was so open and exposed my body and pink wet center may has well have been a painting displayed on his wall.

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