Page 96 of Twisted Obsession

He reaches down and nudges my fingers away, running his nail lightly over my clit.

I let out an involuntary moan.

“Because your voice is a wet dream personified,” he says. They’re the same the words he spoke years ago that now bounce around my head. “Because you’re mine in all your forms. Awake, sleeping, with your memory or without it.”

He pinches my clit. The pain and pleasure is shocking, and I cry out. Giving him the noises he craves. He takes my other hand and attaches it to the headboard next to my other one. I let him, watching his face.

When I don’t struggle or panic, he looks pleased.

His cock lies on my thigh. He ignores it, although it’s oozing precum. He’s so close to me, his whole body lines up from his chest to our knees. Him on his side, me flat on my back. He manipulates my clit until I’m struggling to keep myself composed.

“Break,” he orders, his voice rasping in my ear. “Break for me, songbird.”

Two fingers dip inside me, the heel of his palm on my clit, and it’s the combination that undoes me. My back arches, and I lose myself to the swift orgasm. It’s strong—stronger than I’ve felt before.

But following it is confusion. Because he may like fucking me while I sleep, and I might like that he gets off on it, but I can’t help but feel like he’s deprived me of something.

He flips me over.

I squeal, and his hand strikes my ass.

Hard.

And then he’s kneading the flesh, separating my ass cheeks. He pushes into me without hesitation, and I think it’s supposed to be painful. But there’s lube, orsomething, and my world cracks apart again.

“I came inside your ass,” he confesses, leaning over me. “Just the tip. Just enough to fill that hole, too.”

He slides in deeper, and my mouth drops open. I thought he was in, but it seems like it’s just the beginning. He takes more and more and more, until his hips meet my ass. It hurts but it doesn’t. The deep ache is just a precursor to pleasure, and it’s right there for me to indulge.

“But this is the first time I’m taking it.”

He pulls out and thrusts back in. Hard, quick.

I make a noise, and his fingers are suddenly in my hair, forcing my head into the pillow. I bite down hard on it and scream through my teeth.

He alternates between spanking me and fucking my ass, and I get lost.Again. Wound tighter and tighter. A breeze on my clit would make me come. I hump the mattress in time with him, yanking at the restraints.

I just want to come.

I think I’m crying.

His movements get faster. I have to press my hands to the headboard to keep from sliding into it. He grips my thighs and spreads my legs wider, and something cool drips down my ass.

He spit on me.

And fuck if I don’t tense around him, weirdly turned on by it. But I need more. I buck and roll and catch him by surprise so much that he falls off the bed.

He pops back up and stares at me for a moment. His cock is throbbing, and I stare at it with wide eyes.

I pull myself up, my arms trapped behind me, and slowly spread my legs. My ass cheeks burn, but I ignore it.

“Look at you.”

His voice does something to me.

“Your cunt is drooling for me. Do you see?”

From this angle, not fucking really. I glare at him, and he smirks.

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