Page 38 of Twisted Obsession

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Ansel

Regina was anchored to my wall, and she loved it. I’d dreamed about this view of her, clamped nipples, hands bound, and trapped in this room with me. Although she’d been afraid at first, the idea of being my submissive had her aroused in a way I hadn’t expected.

I needed more. I needed to be inside of her hot pussy so badly my dick was hard enough to pop as it dripped precum like he was weeping.

I urged her to widen her stance before my eager fingers slid over her silky thigh and connected with her radiating heat. My fingers teased her hard bud, slipping and sliding over her wetness. My face tightened when I attempted to slip two fingers in and was met with strong resistance. This damn woman was determined to make me wait.

“What the hell? When was the last time you fucked?” I questioned her.

Eyes closed, she enjoyed my play, but my question caused her to snap those big curious eyes open. Her pussy was so tight, I could hardly squeeze two fingers in, even as her juices flowed like an open fire hydrant.

She couldn’t answer my question, not while my fingers continued their task of easing her open. The harsh breaths she released, coupled with the movement of her body as her hips rocked to chase my fingers, had me one breath away from gagging on my lust build-up.

“Gina, I need you to help me get you open and ready.”

“Okay,” flowed from her mouth, smooth and seductive. She’d agreed without knowing what I’d ask her to do, proof that she was all in now.

Keeping my fingers planted deep inside her tight throbbing walls, I reached above her and unhooked one of the restraints. The cuffs dangled from her right wrist, but all I needed was one of her fingers.

Taking her freed hand in mine, I pinched her index finger. The fingers I was working in her were soaked as I continued to move them, making it hard for her to concentrate. My play would make her more receptive to doing what I ordered her to.

I placed her finger over her clit as the tip of it touched my fingers planted deep inside. She needed to get used to touching herself, especially while I watched.

“Slip this finger in with mine, Gina. We are going to get you good and ready.”

Her teeth bit deeper into her bottom lip as she allowed her finger to slide inside and link up with mine. Her breaths turned into catlike moans that sounded sexy as fuck. Her finger and my two slipped in and out of her dripping core, and she rotated her hips against each stroke.

“That’s it, work that pussy so you can let me in.”

When the pulse of her desire revealed itself, I stopped, knowing she teetered on the edge. I removed my fingers and extracted hers before I raised her wet finger to our eye level.

“May I have a taste?”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed out. Her gaze darkened when I slid her wet finger into my mouth, letting my tongue wash away every drop of her delicious nectar. I inched myself closer, placing the head of my dick at her opening.

“Sir, please,” she whispered.

My lips almost rose into a smile at hearing her beg. She wanted to come so bad I read the desperation in her tortured expression.

“Please what?” I tested as I played with one of her clamped nipples, making her breath catch. I knew what she was asking for. Her motioning body begged for it. This was the third time tonight that I’d worked her up to the point of coming and deprived her of what she sought most.

“You come when I say its time,” I stated, allowing my gaze to meet her irritated one.

After unclamping her fingers that she’d latched onto my waist, I reattached her arm to the wall before I toyed with her other clamped nipple. The maddening heat in her gaze was set to ignite, and I had the lighter.

“In case you haven’t figured it out, you’re being punished for that shit you pulled at the club and for telling me no. I don’t think I’m going to recover from that shit, but if you beg me good enough, I might let you come tonight.”

At those words, the anger in her intense gaze blazed hotter, but she didn’t test me by protesting my methods.

“Please, Sir, can I come?”

I stifled a smile, biting my lip. “You’re such a good little beggar. But, no. Your sexy ass is not coming until I say so.”

The sorrow and sympathy she’d injected in her voice were impressive.

“Please,” she begged again. She damn sure wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted, and I liked that shit more than she knew. If she were any other sub, I’d be punishing her harder, and she’d probably be crying by now. However, I was finding that I was unveiling a weakness, a sexy distraction that had me breaking a lot of my own damn rules.

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