Page 57 of Twisted Obsession

“Poke that beautiful ass out a little bit more,” he demanded as the heat flamed hotter within my body. Before I could get lost in my building heat, the first blow cracked against my ass.

“Oooh!” escaped, but it wasn’t a cry of pain. The loud crack would have you believe I was being abused, but the sound did not match the impact it made against my warm wet skin. I glanced back, noting that the flogger was the cause of the sweet torture that had been set upon my ass.

Dr. Spark’s was a deceptive instrument, and I was willing to bet it was what Ansel wanted. He liked me stressed. It appeared that the flogger could take my skin off with one hard strike. Instead, it had peppered my ass with a fire that flipped my lust from warm to burning hot.

Crack! Came the second wet lick across my ass and set off another group of lusty pangs that spread out and over my body. I would embrace it this time, freeing myself to accept Ansel’s version of punishment.

My tongue slipped over my lips, wanting more. The water hitting my skin added to the scene. Crack! My eyes slammed shut on a deep inhale as water dripped from my body. This strike had been harder, louder, and more enticing, raising my lust higher.

He knew what to do to keep me riding the wave of fear and lust while creaming all over myself. It had always been one or the other, but his deliberate actions had me marrying my fear with pleasure and fusing my pain with my lust. It was like experiencing too much and not enough at the same time, a mind trip that left me breathless, panting, and silently begging for more.

It was official—I was Ansel’s freak. My Dom’s submissive. The warmth of my juices flowed after they’d squirted from deep within my quivering folds. I lost count of how many cracks came down on my ass and back, but I welcomed them. Any one of them was about to send me over the edge. My ass poked out further, waiting for the more I wasn’t going to get.

“You’re being punished, Gina. Did you think I was about to let you come?”

My teeth bit into my bottom lip as my head slipped lower with disappointment. I needed to come so badly that a hard lick from anything was going to set me off. My body begged for release as my mind struggled to beat back the sparks of madness that Ansel had set off in me. At this point, I was hoping the rain would come down harder and help me out.

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