Page 40 of Driving My Obsession

He came to save me.

Not that I needed it. I’m a perfectly good swimmer. I just didn’t feel like getting in the water today. I would have resurfaced. Eventually.

His hands grab my sides, and I try to push him away.

“I can swim, dude,” I say. He looks so fucking handsome, all heroic and concerned, and it pisses me off. “Get off me!”

He releases me. “I thought you were drowning.”

“Maybe I was enjoying the quiet down there. Ever think of that?”

He grips the dock and wipes the water from his face. “Suicidal again, are we?”

“Fuck you!”

I slap him. I hit him so hard I swear the sound crosses the entire lake. He hasnoidea the anguish I’ve endured since my accident. Since before the accident, if I’m being completely honest. I lost my family. I lost everything. And he’s forcing me to face it. He can’t see the panicked thump of my heartbeat as the memories swirl around me. Even if he could, would he care?

I go to slap him again, but he catches my wrist and spins me around, pulling me against him. His chest warms my back. “You need to calm the fuck down,” he says. His words race across my skin, and I shiver. “You also need to trust me.”

“Trust you?” I wiggle against him, trying to break free, but he has all the control. By bracing himself on the dock, he can easily stay afloat and hold me as tightly as he wants. I stop struggling and just allow him to hold me. I’ll use my words instead. “Why the fuck would I trust someone who pretended to help me while simultaneously causing me so much pain? Why the fuck would I trust someone who plans tokillme, Ambrose?”

He releases me, then turns me again and pulls my body against him. My legs wrap around his waist, and I’m breathless as he stares into my eyes.

“I haven’t killed you, have I? I’ve had enough opportunities, but I haven’t done it. You’re supposed to use this time to convince me that I shouldn’t do it at all, but you’re wasting it.” His hand goes to the top of my head, then slides down my hair like he’s petting me. He leans closer, his lips only a breath away from mine. “Suck me, tragedy.”

His hand closes around my hair, and I’m dragged beneath the water. I don’t have time to think, let alone stop my descent. His powerful grasp guides my head toward his cock, and I put my hand up to stop my face from colliding with it. My fingertips meet his hard girth. Instead of feeling appalled or afraid, I’m disgustingly turned on. The water dilutes my anger and inhibitions until they dissolve into nothing.

He wants my trust. So I give it to him.

I open my mouth and bring him past my lips. His piercings graze my tongue, and I don’t know how I never noticed these inside me.

Probably because I was asleep most of the time.

I push that rational voice from my mind and take his cock fully into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tip, and my chest tightens. I need air.

He grips my hair and pulls me to the surface. I pant for a moment, then I’m forced beneath the water again. I take him to the back of my throat, and his piercings wrench a gag from my abdomen. I close off my throat to prevent lake water from sucking into my lungs, but now my organs are screaming for oxygen. I can’t surface on my own, and the thought makes me panic. My lungs clench.

But I have to trust him.

I keep going until I feel like I’m about to pass out. Seconds feel like hours, but I don’t stop. I suck him, gripping the base of his dick as a black haze crowds my mind. My grip loosens. I’m fading.

He yanks me to the surface.

“No more,” I gasp, coughing and spitting water.

He pulls me to him and presses his lips against my ear. “One more,” he whispers.

I’m driven down again, and he pushes my head toward his cock. He takes control and moves my mouth along his throbbing length, and I willingly extend my tongue against his heated skin. Moving back my head, he lines himself up and pushes into my mouth, gliding over my tongue until his pulsing head hits my throat. He comes, and I don’t know what to do because my mouth is full of water and now his jizz. He snatches me to the surface, then pulls my back against him so he can grip my jaw, holding my mouth closed.

“Swallow all of it,” he growls.

Tainted lake water and come slide down my throat. When he’s certain I’ve done as he commanded, he releases me. I scramble up the ladder and race to the grass, where I fall to my knees and retch. Everything comes up, and I’m forced to taste it a second time. I gag again, caught in a wave of dry heaves. I’m so fucking disoriented.

He eventually joins me and kneels beside me, placing his hand on the back of my neck. He’s taken the time to put on his shorts again. “I expected a whore to take my come a bit better than that,” he says with true disappointment in his tone.

“Maybe it’s time to consider the possibility that I’m not a whore, asshole,” I snap. I drop to the grass and roll onto my back, my chest heaving as I take in the glorious air.

His fingers trace the outline of my nipple through my shirt. “Until I’m done with you, you’re my whore. I own you and every breath you take.”

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