Page 40 of Twisted Obsession

“You’re mine, Gina.”

“I’m yours, Sir.”

He remained deep before he started to rotate his hips, burrowing deeper, hitting everything, like he said he’d do. The pressure wreaked sweet havoc on my constricting walls and caused my muscles to clench faster like pounding heartbeats.

“Oh God, that feels good,” I blurted. The words had managed to squeeze past my constricted throat as I was unable to contain my random shouts that accompanied the overwhelming bouts of pleasure.

I didn’t know how many levels of pleasure had mixed with the spurts of pain, but I enjoyed both. The pounding impact of it all produced a battery of sensations so strong, each rotation was the equivalent of the waves of excitement you experienced right before you orgasm. Except, Ansel had set the cycle on repeat. He kept reproducing the feeling that had me teetering on the edge of a complete meltdown. If I didn’t fear passing out, I’d beg him to do this all night.

The ideas in my head evaporated when my body burst into flames and became consumed by my blissful ending. The orgasm took me so hard my body jerked against his, movements that I lost control of. I may have been shouting in Spanish, but not even I knew what I was saying.

He’d allowed me to finally come, and I was grateful he’d released me and allowed me to soar. When he removed one of the nipple clamps, a peppery-sweet sting hit my nipple and sent sparks of desire straight to my core.

“Merciful God!” flew past my lips when my walls picked up their contracting pace. I was coming again and tears started to slide from my eyes at the joy of pleasure that overwhelmed me.

Ansel stilled, and I regained enough of my mind to feel his dick jerking inside me as his sharp, warm breaths bathed my neck before he bit into the flesh there.

“What the fuck? Fuck! Gina!”

He sounded angry, but I was too overwhelmed with swimming desire to lift my head and find out. We remained stuck to each other until we regained control of our bodies. With him buried deep inside, each flex of him spurred the aftershocks of my orgasms. Each twitch caused my muscles to tighten, and we’d released a low moan together.

He eased back and allowed my body to slide down his. I’d forgotten all about my bound hands until he reached above me and unhooked the restraints.

A tight smile bent my lips as I inhaled the heady scent our sex left behind. If this was how it would be, I’d play any kinky game he desired. Trouble had seeped into my bones, but not the kind of trouble I was afraid of anymore. Ansel had unleashed a part of me that had been caged for far too long.

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