Page 61 of Twisted Obsession

“Arms around my neck now,” he commanded. I didn’t know his plan, but a better view of his face revealed that he was as tortured in lust as I was. Why had it taken me this long to realize that when he punished me, he also punished himself? He’d said this was about trust, but it was also about discipline for the both of us. Once my hands met and connected around his neck, he lifted me with ease as my legs wrapped around his waist.

The way he handled me made me feel small and dainty. He not only conquered my body, he dominated the amount of pleasure he dished out. The idea of being someone’s submissive was starting to grow on me. Submitting to Ansel was proving to be one of the most erotic and sexually impactful moments of my life.

He lifted me higher and slipped his hand between our bodies. My heated gaze bore into his as he lifted and placed his hard and throbbing dick against my quivering heat. He’d gotten me so hot and charged there was likely smoke coming from my pussy. Ansel plunged into me this time, not holding back or teasing me anymore. I lost my breath and mind at the same time.

His thrusts were sure and hard strokes as he lifted and maneuvered my body with sheer strength and precision. No man had handled my body this way. I’d always assumed I was too heavy for this type of sexual fantasy.

Gradually, Ansel was snatching away my every insecurity along with every breath I took. He masterfully maneuvered my body up and down his thick shaft. Every inch slid in, so deep, the pleasure flooded my body as much as my juices were drowning his dick. He pounded into me so hard, I couldn’t breathe, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, but I was so far gone, I couldn’t answer. Hell, I didn’t know how to answer. The man was dicking me down so good that it didn’t matter what kind of kinky games he wanted to play. I’d be willing.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked again. His words were louder this time, quick and jerky. Thankfully, he hadn’t stopped filling my pussy to max capacity with his powerful thrust.

“No,” I managed. “Feels,” was all I could squeeze past my moans. A mix of a shout and a gasp escaped as a series of exhausted breaths followed. I was about to burst and based on the tight pinch of his face, so was he.

“Sir. Please don’t stop fucking me!” I yelled, no longer caring about language or how wild and uninhibited I’d become riding the edge of my deepest desires. The sneaky grip of madness snatched at my being as he fucked me harder, making his dick go so deep he yanked pleasure from every hot spot inside my body. I’d gotten my legs wrapped around his waist so tight, he’d have to pry me loose.

A series of “fucks,” and “oh my gods,” spilled from us in a chorus of curse words and vocal appreciation for the best feeling in the world. No one had ever evoked such passionate feelings within me. No one had made me throw my inhibitions in the trashcan.

“Sir, can I come, please!” I begged. I needed to orgasm so badly, I was willing to get on my hands and knees and beg.

This was the most addictive drug I’d been exposed to. Although we’d only slept together a few times, I knew I was already ruined. I was never going to desire any other man. Not after this.

“Yes, you may come,” was forced from his mouth, sounding as ragged and rushed as my words had been.

My pussy muscles started constricting so hard against his dick that I was afraid I’d pass out from the amount of pleasure exploding throughout my sex-crazed body. Sound and sight were gone, Ansel had set fire to the senses, burning away everything except pleasure. My mind and body soared high over the clouds and I allowed myself to float there.

My head was thrown up as water splashed against my tongue from my open mouth. My inner thighs clenched at his sides as tight as my arms squeezed his neck. My body was a vise around his waist, and I was unable to tell what parts were him or me. His dick jerked inside me as it spilled the last of his hot cum into the condom.

Rain pelted us, keeping the tingling remnants of our orgasm going. We stood in place, stuck to each other, panting and letting our high ease away on its own. His dick continued to throb inside me, which stimulated my muscles and caused them to flex and clinch, not willing to let go. Ansel eased me down when our breathing slowed. The grooves of his dick, still hard, seduced me and made me greedy for more of the something I’d never had.

“I think it’s time to take this to the playroom,” he announced, knowing he had me hooked enough to agree to just about anything.

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My feet metthe wet floor of the balcony, and I almost melted into the floor when my legs gave way. His strong hands gripped my arms to keep me upright.

“You okay?” he questioned, eyeing me with concern.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, not sure what to call him anymore. Was he my Dom or had he turned back to Ansel? He took my hand and guided me towards the open door, but not before reaching down to the table to pick up his phone that I’d noticed for the first time.

We left everything we’d taken off on the balcony. When we crossed into the living room, water had pooled to the inside of the door.

The cold air inside the apartment hit me with a punch of shock that sent a shiver to my body and edged me further away from the high that Ansel had set off within me. I eased back to slow Ansel’s quick stride.

“Don’t you think we need to get a towel? We are dripping all over the place,” I stated as I glanced down at the wet footsteps we were leaving behind.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ve got more important shit to be concerned about,” he stated as he tightened his grip on my hand and lured me closer to his back.

“Hop on,” he stated.

My smile grew wide, and a squeal of excitement escaped. I hopped onto his back, wet body, wet pussy, and all. He placed his strong forearms under my butt to keep me in place as I wrapped my legs around his sides. My tits sat smashed against his warm tight back. His body heat radiated through me as I clamped my arms tighter around his neck when he started to walk. My giggles sounded all the way down the hall, enjoying my first naked-back ride.

Ansel could say what the hell he wanted. He could be the gun-running MC hitman. He could be the mean punishing Dom. He could be my deadly protector. But, he wasn’t the devil he’d like me to believe he was. He had a caring, and playful side to him that I was sure wasn’t revealed to many.

His wet feet squeaked and plopped against the shiny floor as we leaked and ambled to the playroom. I hadn’t a clue as to what we’d do next, but I was on board for whatever was on his kinky mind.

We crossed into the playroom after he keyed in the code, but he didn’t lead me to the bed like I expected. Instead, we ended up in the bathroom. A pinch of concern hit me when he reached into and turned the shower on. Were we about to shower together? He released me, allowing me to slide from his warm firm back.

“Let’s get clean so I can dirty you up again,” he stated with that famous smirk plastered on his face.

My smile spread wide across my face.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, the enthusiasm in my voice apparent. He took my hand and led me past the large shower’s open door. As I stepped into it, a loud smack sounded before sparks of pain sprinkled over my ass.

Ansel’s strong hand making the connection caused my steps to hitch. Even as the sting in my ass ached, a smile spread all over my face. He enjoyed the sound of his hand landing solid against my ass as well as watching it jiggle from the impact.

The sparks from the slap had reignited the lust in my body. I accepted that I liked the attention and the peppery pain and pleasure his type of play elicited. If the rest of this night continued like it started, I was in for one hell of a ride.

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