Page 58 of Twisted Obsession

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Regina

Ansel was determined to make me suffer, but not in the way that I’d assumed. My body shook as I stood gripping the balcony so tight that I could picture the metal bending inside my hands.

Strong hands gripped either side of my hips, making my pussy convulse with anticipation. Ansel let his hands drop lower to the only material left clinging to my body. His fingers tickled my slippery skin as the slide of my panties over my ass drew a quick breath from me.

My heightened anticipation for what was coming next had the pounding between my thighs vibrating throughout my body. Once he had my underwear at my feet, I stepped out of them, not giving a damn about being naked outside in the rain anymore. Sweet relief was close now that Ansel’s warm hands were sliding closer to the strongest ache.

All he needed to do was finger my clit, and I’d explode.

The scene was as much a stimulator as Ansel’s expert handling of my body. He took his time, using slow hands to massage my wet skin, sending them over my legs and back before stopping at my waist. He’d bypassed the area I needed him to ply. I was sure, on purpose. He caressed my legs with deliberate strokes, making the intense sensation I’d had to come dwindle. He lingered at my thighs, taunting me.

As soon as he sent his hand down towards my inner thighs, he stopped and jerked me back, not giving me time to think.

“You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, unable to keep desperation from my tone.

“How badly? Tell me how bad you want to come.”

“Bad enough to beg, Sir. Please let me come,” I begged shamelessly.

He drove me out of my mind with his roving hands as his teasing voice irritated my frazzled nerves, but I dared not say a word. He was the only one that could give me what I desired most.

This punishment was far worse than I imagined it would be. It was worse than the first punishment now that I knew the torture of being so close and not being allowed to come.

My mind had started to eat itself alive. My body was a mass of confusion. I didn’t know if I was shaking, shivering, or twitching.

“Beg harder, Gina. I want to see some pleading in those eyes. You damn near gave me a heart attack today. I should torture you all night.”

“Please, Sir. I didn’t mean to do it. I won’t do it again. I promise. Please let me come.”

The way I was twitching and shaking, I should have been able to get myself off. However, I was convinced that Ansel had programmed my body because it only responded to him now.

His warm breath mixed with the rain and washed over me, rushing out as harsh as mine. He backed away from me, but I remained in place, hoping my obedience would win me what I wanted.

The rustling behind me caused me to glance back at Ansel removing his wet shirt. He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his wet socks. When he started on his pants, I blinked faster, attempting to bat away the falling rain so I could see him better.

When he dropped his pants, his dick popped out like a big, flesh colored pipe. I didn’t understand the mathematics of how he’d gotten it all inside me, but it had been sheer magic.

He nudged my back. “Hold on to the balcony. You need to be taught a good lesson.”

Was I being punished for making him worry or was it for something else I’d done?

I gripped the bar of the balcony harder when his dick pressed against my ass cheek. My need to come had dwindled even more, and he must have known it. His strong hand passed across my ass before he backed away from me again.

Whack! “Ooo!” Spilled from my lips before a low elongated, “Shiiit,” passed across my lips at the realization of what he’d hit me with. The loud wet smack had come from him using his dick to spank me. A second smack sent my teeth into my bottom lip as I twisted my neck to get a look.

His slight movement caused my lids to drop and my body to overflow with anticipation. Whack! He was going to make me come with his dick in a way that I never could have imagined. The idea of him smacking me across the ass with his long hard dick was driving me wild. My heart hammered, and my breaths heaved as water drizzled down my hot body. Just. One. More. My mind begged for it as hard as my amped up body was begging. One more and my body and mind would join together as a team and devour the sweet taste of bliss.

However, Ansel was determined to make me pay. The dark movement of his shadow taunted me as it drew away from me. He’d stopped again. My head dropped as my knuckles strained against my skin, threatening to punch through my hands, I gripped the balcony bar so hard. My body sagged, distress plaguing every part of me.

“Please, Sir. Please let me come,” I begged, as the words scratched their way from my constricting throat. The overwhelming need had me on the verge of crying as I continued to beg in low murmurs.

He applied light strokes to my back, teasing me at my most desperate time of need. Again, I attempted to squeeze my clit by clamping my legs together, but nothing I did worked.

He spun me, and his dick greeted with a bobbing wave. My tongue passed over my lips on its own, possessed by the sight of it so long and full and thick.

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