Page 56 of Twisted Obsession

My lips fell apart, but I couldn’t talk. I pointed outward, hoping he understood my reluctance.

“This is a private balcony. We are at the top of the building. Unless there is someone out there in a helicopter with a telescope, no one can see us.”

The shiver in my body increased, from the cold rain and from the anticipation of what was about to happen. My body was heavy from the rain soaking my clothes, but my fingers worked the wet material away from my skin.

“Don’t make me undress you, Gina,” came his commanding voice.

I tugged my soaked and clinging top, stretching it as I twisted my arms into it to pull it away from my body. The top slipped up and over my stomach. Before the shirt had cleared my head, Ansel’s gaze was glued to my body. He leaned against the balcony, watching. The wet droplets that drizzled over him only amped up his sexiness.

My shirt hit the floor of the balcony with a wet splat. I slipped my feet from my once comfortable fluffy house slippers. Now, they may as well have been two piles of wet hair sitting atop my feet.

The slight tremble in me had started to dwindle after noticing Ansel’s heated gaze, one that burned with flashing heat for me. When his tongue slid over his bottom lip, the chill in the air was washed away. Was this balcony heated like his floors?

I slipped my thumb in the waistband of my loose-fitting sweats—Ansel’s sweats, and started to tug them down.

“Slowly, Gina. And turn around,” he commanded.

Although aware of that shiny leather strap in his hand, he’d managed to turn the heat up on me with a glance and the flick of his tongue. I turned and faced the door I’d left open, aware that Ansel was back there, assessing my every move and every part of me.

His interest in me had set my pulse to a beat of a different kind. Lust started to invade my senses, and I welcomed its intoxicating effect on me.

I shoved at my sweats, taking them down to the halfway point of my ass as I wiggled. I edged the sweats over my ass like he’d asked. I still hadn’t figured out what he’d done to my clothes, but I’d accepted that he wasn’t going to give them back.

All he’d left me with were the sexy clothes he’d purchased, most of which I flat-out refused to put on. I’d taken a few pairs of his sweats and T-shirts to maintain my comfort.

When the sweats journeyed over my ass and I started to slip them over the back of my hips, he added, “Bend over just a little bit more. You have no idea how bad I want to tear that ass up right now.”

His voice sounded heavier, the lusty twinge creeping between the syllables of each word. The sweats were down to the back of my knees now.

A quick breath swept past my tongue, lifting my chest when Ansel stepped behind me. His warm hand slipped around my wet waist making me jump as he straightened my body and yanked me back and against his strong chest.

Pinned against him, I reveled in the warm hard press of his body against mine. I no longer minded the rain as it continued its light strikes on my skin, the only thing keeping me cool.

“Go and stand with your hands on the balcony. Bend at the waist, so I can see more of that pretty ass of yours.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, ready to follow any commands he dished out.

I stepped out of the wet sweats and marched over to the balcony, before placing my hand on the railing. The top of the balcony was a shiny bar, much like a horizontal stripper pole. I gripped its wet surface and bent, poking my ass into the air.

The thin pink lacy underwear Ansel had purchased clung to my body like a second skin. They were so thin the water made them see through, and they barely covered half my ass, certainly what he intended.

He was at my back again, his warm body melting into the back side of mine. His lips feathered over the side of my neck, warm like soft heaters against my wet skin. His hands roamed until he had them wrapped around my tits. He squeezed with enough firmness to draw a moan from me.

His soft wet lips rested against my earlobe as each exhaled breath bounced off the side of my face and neck. The erotic sensation of his touch spiked my arousal, setting off a flame within me.

“Are you ready for your punishment, Gina?”

He’d enticed me into forgetting all about my impending punishment and about Dr. Sparks, the leather flogger in his hand. His hand slid up my back, and with one quick flick of his finger, my bra popped apart. He didn’t waste any time peeling the wet material off my chest and over my arms as his lips caressed the pounding pulse in my neck. The wet leather of the flogger flapped against the back of my bare wet leg.

“Did I tell you to take your hands from the rail?” His voice rang out as his rugged tone had the hairs on the back of my neck standing.

I’d reached back to grab him, holding him to me. What was wrong with me? I didn’t know what would happen or what kind of pain I would experience, yet my body was ready for whatever happened next even when my mind wasn’t. I released my tight grip of his pants and I placed my hand back on the balcony, gripping the thick bar.

“You didn’t answer me, Gina. Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Yes, Sir,” I forced past my wet trembling lips.

In a set of thin panties with fresh rainwater sprinkling all over my body, my grip tightened around the hard bar as I prepared to be punished. The light from the adjacent buildings was blurred against the falling rain, as was my vision. Except, my vision was blurred with pure lust. Farther out, the shadows of buildings stood against the darkness and parted the rain. With the low visibility, it seemed we were the only people in the city.

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