Page 39 of Twisted Obsession

“Please, Sir. I didn’t mean to look at that other Dom. I told you no because I was scared.”

I loved hearing her beg me for it. Eventually, she’d realize that the begging was a part of the foreplay, enhancing the desperate need she’d revealed.

“When you tell me what your body is asking for, the way your mind envisions it, I might put you out of your misery. And trust me, the pleasure will be that much more satisfying when you say what you want.”

She leaned forward, making the cuffs clink above her head as her wet lips hovered near my ear. “Please fuck me, Sir.”

My dick was so hard it may as well had been a lead pipe pressed against her cushiony inner thigh.

“Well, why in the fuck didn’t you say that shit from the jump? If it’s dick you want, Gina, it is dick you shall have.”

I was giving in too quickly, but like her body suggested, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. My gaze locked on hers, noticing her pupils were large like a druggie craving the fix that might intensify her high. Her endorphins were probably firing off like revved up pistons.

Blindly, I reached down and found one of the condoms from the bedside table. My teeth ripped through the noisy wrapper, and I slid it on with speed and precision, eyeballing Gina the entire time.

The brown of her eyes had turned black, and the flames of her heat shone through the darkness. I lifted her, positioning her so that her legs were wrapped around my waist with her back pinned against the wall. The head of my dick licked over her slippery clit, causing me to lose focus as my hard-heat mixed with her soft wetness.

Teasing her further was out of the question as I’d lost my ability to hold back. She was too tempting. Too delicious. I was on her like white gravy on brown rice, but I tempered my anxiousness and eased my dick into her tight pussy that we’d prepared so well.

Her strangled cry slipped down her throat as she reacted to my overwhelming intrusion. Even with my dick wrapped in a condom, I felt every muscle clench as they massaged my shaft, her hot wetness licking at my head with a fierce need.

Reluctantly, I backed out of her soaked warmth, leaving only the tip in. My next powerful thrust stretched her open, but not enough. Her tightness sent spasming tremors through me as my dick slipped back and forth between her wet lips, easing her open bit by bit.

Regina sucked in large gulps of air as I continued to open a doorway that could lead to me pulling the pin on the grenade I’d sat atop my rules. She had no idea the shit I was letting her get away with or the number of rules I’d ignored for her.

However, with Regina, it wasn’t all about rules or how hard or fast I fucked her. I was learning exactly where to place the nipple clamps, where to place my tongue, how much pressure to apply to her clit to either stop it or bring forth an orgasm. I was creating a Regina playbook that would have her eager to follow my every command.

Regina

The shock the first thrust produced left my mouth gaping open and my eyes glued shut. There was pain, but like the spanking, I enjoyed it. Was pain supposed to feel this good? My nails embedded themselves into my palms as I fought the restraints that gripped my wrist in a tight hold.

Metal clinked over the sound of the music I’d forgotten in the background, my anchor keeping me in place. My splayed legs tensed around Ansel’s waist, my inner walls contracting and expanding as they stretched to accommodate his size.

“Relax, Gina, so I can stroke every part of my pussy,” he informed. His words were spoken with a sure firmness that I didn’t miss, not even in my state of drenched pleasure.

“Open your eyes so you can see who’s fucking you. I want you thinking about me and nothing else.”

He remained still until I relaxed. The top of my back kissed more of the smooth wall as my hips began to lose some of their tension. A light tremble remained, but I relaxed enough to widen my legs and allow Ansel room to move freely. My nails eased from my palms like a cat retracting their claws.

Ansel’s penetrating gaze dared me to look away. With his fingers digging into my hips, and my legs draped around his waist, he eased out until I felt the throbbing head licking my wet opening. His eyes bored into mine when he thrust in, observing my reaction.

Light traces of sweat gathered at my hairline and above my parted lips. My tits bounced with every impact he delivered. He hadn’t been lying about being brutal. The pounding he was putting on me would leave me sore for days.

Why wasn’t there something within me forcing me to make him stop? Instead, lust flirted with desire and formed a threesome with pleasure.

“Oh my God!” I yelled loud enough to rattle the walls, but I dare not take my eyes away from his as my body quivered. He repeated his hard, probing thrust, the head licking a sweet spot inside before it delved further and found another.

He pounded into me so hard that each impact knocked the oxygen out of my lungs and forced me to suck in large amounts of air.

“I’m mapping this pussy to my dick so that no other will ever go where I’ve been.”

His hot words caused a groan to escape my lips. There were so many sensitive zones inside me, and his probing head was like a heat seeker, investigating until it found every secret spot. Added pressure from his thrusts to any of those hot spots could make me orgasm. However, Ansel knew how to find my hot zones and stroke them without initiating my demise.

His hand roamed over my stomach and passed between my bouncing tits before it closed in a firm grip around my neck. When he added pressure, my mouth dropped open in surprise as my eyes widened, but not because I was scared.

The choking had added another level to my lust, a twisted layer that made my pussy flood around his dick while overpowering lust engulfed my charged senses. Just as I’d discovered I liked watching others having sex, I realized I enjoyed Ansel’s brutal and unapologetic way of fucking me.

His hot whisper feathered against my ear, calming our charged frenzy.

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