Page 35 of Compelled Obedience

Not much.

I’d been pushed too far over the years, required to handle too many difficult situations in ways that most would say I’d crossed the line. What I knew was that she was far too good for me but her desire to be soiled was well within my purview.

I slapped my hand against my chest, the sight of her in the shimmer of sunlight coming in through the window nearly shattering me. I’d been with beautiful women before, but everything about her was special. She was built with a man’s hands in mind, her voluptuous body a perfect hourglass figure.

“Perfection,” I managed, and she looked away as if I was lying to her.

“Hardly.”

As I inched closer, I almost felt like she wanted to flee. I lifted her chin with my index finger, forcing her to stare me in the eyes. “Yes, you are, Kerri. Just beautiful.” I could tell my words brought down another layer of protection. She allowed herself a long, hard glance, biting her lower lip when she locked onto my throbbing cock. No woman had ever looked at me with such intensity. Suddenly, there was no air left in the room, the only sound her rapidly beating heart.

I wanted to do so many sadistic things to her, creating rounds of pain then pleasure, but my instinct told me she wasn’t ready. Someone had hurt her terribly in her past. God, I wanted to crush the life out of the person who had. I brushed my knuckles across her jaw, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. “The things I hunger to do to you.”

“Tell me.”

There was an intensity in her eyes that had drawn me to her in the first place. “Are you certain you can handle it?”

“Try me,” she purred, purposely dragging her tongue across her lips.

The woman had no idea what she was doing to me.

“I would tie you to my favorite wooden table, keeping you blindfolded and incapable of moving until I was ready to explore every inch of you. Then I’d clamp your nipples, keeping a stunning silver chain attached to both before marking your lovely body with a tawse. Perhaps later, I’d fuck you in front of several people, allowing them to bask in your beauty while I feasted on your sweet pussy. Do you think you could handle that, my precious kitten?”

The light quiver of her lower lip was too much to take.

I captured her mouth, holding her lips in place, the closeness something special. At first, she pressed her hand against my shoulder, her fingers digging in. Then she rolled her hand over my shoulder, allowing me to draw her in even closer. The kiss had a life of its own, our tongues entwining as she tried to gain control.

That wasn’t going to happen.

I walked her backward, refusing to break the moment of intimacy. My heart racing, I held her close, forcing her off the floor. She wrapped one leg around me, squeezing as I placed one knee on the bed. Then I braced our bodies by palming the comforter as I slowly lowered us down, using my upper body muscles to keep her from falling. The last thing I wanted to do was to press the full weight of my body against her immediately. I had a feeling she’d feel suffocated.

As soon as she was supine, she let out a slight moan, raking her fingernails down my chest. A series of tingling sensations washed through me from her heated touch alone. The scent of her floral perfume hit me hard, staining my skin with its sweetness. Every look she’d given me before, the subtle twitch of her lower lip and the way she fingered her curls had called to me. When she’d been biting my head off, shaming me for pretending as if I understood the plight of inner-city kids, I’d almost lost my load.

And when we’d touched for the first time, I’d known right then I wouldn’t be able to walk away from her. I was so hard at that point that as I lowered down by a couple of inches, my cock pressed into her stomach. Her reaction sent another wave of heat dancing into my veins. When she smiled, she could light up an entire city.

I remained on my hand, struggling to stay in place as I trailed my fingers down the side of her face along her jaw, then to the softness of her neck. Finally, I swirled the tip around her taut nipple, enjoying her fluttering moans as she writhed underneath me. The fact she was a fighter kept me fully aroused, but the sense she was hiding a dangerous secret fueled a fire that I hadn’t known existed.

I’d never felt so protective of anyone, including my sister. This girl needed protection. I felt it in my loins. My urgency increased, my need to be inside of her once again dragging the sadistic beast from his lair. It was all I could do not to use my belt to tie her to the bed. For only the second time, I would give all of myself to a woman. It was risky and dangerous in terms of how I’d react later, but the risk was worth the reward.

Besides, my body was a machine at that point, reacting to a primal need.

“I need you,” I told her. When she blinked as if offering her only approval, I didn’t waste any additional time, thrusting all of me into her.

Her pussy was hot and tight, still wet from my earlier ejaculation. She jerked up from the comforter, snagging my hair with her long fingers, the thin-lipped moan escaping her lips hiding some sense of shame.

Maybe this was sinful, but we were two consenting adults. I pulled out so only the tip was inside, hovering over her for a few seconds before ramming into her again. Even with her reservations about me, about us, I had no intention of giving her up under any circumstances. I’d meant what I’d said earlier. Once this began, there would be no end in sight.

She pressed her knee into my side, gently sliding her hand up my chest to my neck, her lips pursed. Her need to watch me as I fucked her was insanely hot, making a madman out of me. I plunged long and deep, intoxicated by her fragrance, my darkness increasing from the look in her eyes alone.

I sensed her curiosity, her need to learn more about what I did for a living, but for very personal reasons. I’d already gathered the strong scent of her desire, her need to submit, to surrender to someone she trusted becoming impossible to ignore. And God willing, I was going to be that man.

Her tiny moans were replaced by strangled pants and within seconds, her chest was rising and falling. I finally lowered my body, allowing the weight to push down on hers. She wrapped both arms around me, dragging her nails up and down my back, tingling sensations coursing through me. I wanted her to come, to scream out my name, and I wouldn’t stop until she did so.

Maybe that was selfish of me, but it would be the only acknowledgment that I’d laid claim to her. The experience was unlike anything I’d ever had, letting go of everything else but the thought of fucking her. But I wanted more. I craved having all of her. When I pulled out, she yelped in shock, reaching for me as she opened her eyes wide.

“I never said I was finished, precious kitty.” I lowered my head, nipping her lower lip before flipping her over, forcing her onto all fours. When I cracked my hand against her backside, she yelped again, which forced a grin. Without hesitation, I returned my aching cock to her pussy, throwing back my head as her muscles clamped around the thick invasion. Goddamn, she was on fire, her body hot as Hades. Gasping for air, I slowly lowered my head, pulling out then plunging inside a second time.

The force pitched her forward and she scrambled to resume her position, clamping her fingers around the bedding. The way she clutched it was like a lifeline, a necessity to keep herself from falling over a cliff.

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