Page 63 of Twisted Obsession

The last and hardest thrust had wrecked her. I left my dick buried deep inside, loving the way she clenched around me. She couldn’t spit out the rest of twenty to save her own life. The broken syllables, “Tw…tw…tw,” sounded as she squinted through her agony to look at me. The plea in her gaze was evident. “Sir, please,” she whispered between harsh breaths.

“Since you took your punishment so well, you may come, Gina.”

The tension fell from her body, her head fell back, and her pussy exploded around my dick. The action caused me to fold over to keep from pounding her into the mattress. All the tautness she’d held was evaporating as she let the orgasm take her to another place.

My fingers melted into the damp flesh of her thighs as I watched her revel in one of the great joys of this world. Her face was turned into her raised arm, her body relaxed as the tight cuffs kept the top portion of her elevated.

Her body jerked, and she managed to lift her head when I backed out of her. Her chest rose high and sank low, still chasing breaths. I hoped she didn’t think I was done.

Leaving her cuffed and chained to my bed, I climbed out and walked over to retrieve a few toys. This time, I chose the weighted nipple clamps and searched for my next item. My fingers sat tapping at my lips, thinking about how far I’d like to take her. A devious smile found its place on my lips when my gaze landed on the perfect toy.

She’d pulled her knees together and up and sat watching me as her curious gaze followed my every movement. I stalked back to the bed and sat at her feet, making her body bounce atop the mattress.

She gawked at the items in my hand before I set them aside and pushed her knees apart. Gaining access to her full, mouthwatering tits, I inched the clamps over her puckered nipples. Her nipples were small brown succulent morsels that sent my tongue over my lips, hungry for a taste.

When I picked up the second toy, her lips fell apart and her body tensed.

“Sir. What is that?”

“Anal beads,” I answered, loving the shock that filled her face. I raised the purple string of three with the tiny vibrator attached to the top, and she started shaking her head.

“There is a string of six that is much larger than these if you’d prefer me to stuff those up that pretty ass of yours.”

She bit the corner of her bottom lip as fear and reluctance flashed across her face. I sat the purple beads to the side knowing their presence would linger on her mind.

“Slide back,” I instructed. I needed some slack in the chain this time to position her so that I could turn and maneuver her any way I desired.

“There. That’s good. Now, lie back and spread your legs wider so I can taste my pussy.”

Like a good little sub, she obeyed. There was enough slack in the chain that her cuffed hands rested near her chest.

Playtime was over. I pounced on her pussy, licking, sucking, and sopping up every drop of her like it was the last cup of grape Kool-Aid. Her cuffed fingers clenched and unclenched as she yanked the chain in an attempt to either touch or stop me. I was too involved with her pussy to figure out which.

She’d attempted to back away from my feast, but I secured my arms around her hips to keep her in place. When she stopped running and started throwing her pussy in my face, that’s when I knew I had her. That’s when I lowered my tongue and started licking that virgin ass of hers.

At first, she hesitated, not knowing how to react. It took a short moment for my actions to drive her crazy. I ate her ass out so good she was on the verge of coming again. She had no idea, I was a nasty mouth motherfucker, and no part of her was off limits. I raised my mouth to her soaked pussy and eased the tip of my finger into her tight ass.

The foreign sensation caused her to attempt to run from me again, but I rectified that situation by closing my lips around her swollen clit. Her harsh breaths and loud moaning blended into the beautiful chimes of the cuffs that kept her anchored to my headboard.

The last thing I wanted was to remove my mouth from her pussy, but I needed to prepare to invade her ass. I kept my thumb on her clit, teasing it as I raised the beads for her to see.

“Each time one goes in, I need you to count Gina because each time one comes out will be a potential orgasm.”

Her gaze was pinned on the beads. She likely had difficulty believing they held such power. Her hips continued to rock against the play of my fingers, but her gaze remained stuck on the beads.

“Gina!” I’d had to raise my voice to get her attention. “I need you to count.”

“Yes Sir,” she answered over her labored breathing.

My mouth fell back to her pussy and went to town. As soon as she started humping my face again, I sat the first bead against her puckered star.

“Fuck! Not now!” I muttered low to myself as the flash of my phone lured my attention away from the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. She must have noticed my distressed face.

“What’s wrong, Sir?”

“Fucking phone,” I answered as I remained in place, glancing at it. My head started to volley back and forth between Gina’s pretty pussy and my fucking flashing phone. My duty to protect her should come before anything else, right?

My body slumped in defeat. A fucking sexy goddess was cuffed to my bed, but I needed to make the hard choice.

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