Obsession (16 page)

Shit, no torture in the world compared to the sensation of her hair brushing over my legs, her hand now fisting my cock and pulling it like she was milking me. My rough grunts seemed to echo off the walls like the growls of a beast, and those grunts became snarls as she stroked her finger against the puckered entrance to my body, then pressed in, just enough to breech the ring of muscles and send an electrical jolt of pure erotic bliss through me. While Hannah might claim to have no idea what to do with a man’s ass, I knew she’d watched a great deal of porn involving women playing with a man’s prostate, milking him, and she worked me like a pro. That slender finger sliding in and out, stretching the tight muscle, rubbing against my prostate and making erotic fire burn through me.

So fucking good, too damn good…I was gonna come.

Luckily I only had ten seconds left before I could flip the tables on my charming little temptress.

“Hannah?”

She blinked rapidly, her dreamy gaze coming back into focus.

“Times up.” Her yelp lit me up inside as I tackled her, flipping her over onto her stomach before grabbing her hands and holding them behind her back. “Daddy’s home, and he’s ready to play with his hot little slut. And you are hot for me, aren’t you? Is your cunt wet for your Daddy?”

Her gasp made my balls draw up tight and I sat back on her upper thighs, my cock jutting over the creamy curve of her round ass. “Oh my God.”

Displeased, I gave her ass a smack that echoed in the room with a loud crack. Instantly the skin turned a cherry red and my cock jerked, a drip of my arousal dangling from the tip before landing on her wiggling buttocks. Ignoring her whimpers, I rubbed the slick liquid into her skin, enjoying the burn of where I’d hit her.

“I asked you a question. Are. You. Wet. For. Me.”

“Yes, yes!” Her struggles grew weaker as her ass pushed up, brushing against my shaft. “Please, please, I need you inside of me. I feel so empty. Fill me up, take me over, make me yours, please. I need you. Your baby girl’s pussy hurts so bad, she needs her Daddy.”

Another crack of my hand, this time to her other cheek as chills raced through me. Her shoulders rose up but I kept my grip on her delicate wrists, grinning as matching handprints rose up on her pale rear. The muscles along her spine tensed as she gave a sharp scream, the animal inside of me loving the sound of her discomfort.

Now,
now
we would see if the hypnosis worked, if she’d been primed for my brand of fucking.

Painful.

Hannah

Red-hot sparks of stinging discomfort shot from my burning butt and somehow straight to my clit, leaving me a confused and desperately horny mess. My muscles went slack and it was only the strength of Leo’s hands holding my arms behind my back that kept me upright, my overly sensitive nipples barely touching the sheets. I struggled against him, but it was like a puppy taking on a lion, not gonna happen. All I could do was submit, give in, and hope he didn’t hurt me too badly.

I knew without a doubt that I was in for some kind of pain, that he was a sadist, but instead of being turned off, I was desperately wet and needy.

He could do anything he wanted to me and I’d beg for more as long as he filled this horrible emptiness inside of me.

The potential for violence hung in the air like a thick, seductive smoke that you knew was bad for you, but inhaled anyways. His effect on both my body and mind were certainly drug-like, heady bursts of emotions and sensations that I’d never experienced before, never even imagined. I’d thought my past lovers were decent, for the most part, in bed. They were attentive, made sure I was taken care of-ish, considerate, and they all made love to me in such a tentative way, I never felt anything near the satisfaction Leo’s hard brand of fucking gave me.

Whatever Leo and I were doing, it didn’t involve love. Lust, obsession, and danger? Yes, but not love. Or at least not a kind of love I’d never experienced before.

Even as his hold on my wrists turned painful, the strain on my arms a burn, his voice washed over me like a cooling breeze as he murmured with a bass hum to his voice, “You are so beautifully made, so fragile. It drives me crazy, this need to own you. And you belong to me, don’t you, Hannah? I can do anything I want with you, can’t I? I could hurt you and you’d beg for more.”

Fear cleared my head as menace seemed to ooze from him. I knew if I was facing Leo right now, his eyes would be that dead-flat black that scared me. Something lurked inside of him, a sense of wrongness that should have sent me running, but I was helplessly drawn to him, like a ship going down a whirlpool. He sucked me under, into his spiraling darkness, and I was afraid of becoming so lost in him I forgot myself.

My skin prickled and I shivered, suddenly chilled.

Then the warmth of his hand spanking my bottom cut through the fear, drowning it beneath toe-curling, blistering sensations. The throb of my clit increased and I tilted my hips the best I could, begging for more. Something to keep me grounded; the white-hot light of hurt to cut through Leo’s darkness. It was both my punishment and my comfort, and I craved more of it. Being around him unlocked some previously hidden part of myself that reveled in his violence, in his need to hurt me, to make me feel alive.

But was it really hurting me if I consented? If I got pleasure from it as well? Because I’ll tell you what, I’d never been this aroused in my life. Every moment I was with Leo, I want to jump his bones and devour him.

Two spanks this time, one on either cheek, the stinging sending a rush of adrenaline through me. “Answer me.”

Desperately, I tried to remember what he’d said and blurted out, “Yes, Daddy, I’m yours. Do whatever you want with me.”

“Good girl,” he purred, then lifted himself off my thighs.

I turned, wanting to see how red my cheeks were, but instead I was treated to the sight of a naked, glistening Leo gazing at my ass with what I could only describe as fierce worship. My muscles turned to jelly when he lowered his mouth to my right buttock, licking the stinging flesh then blowing on it. I whimpered, my gaze growing fuzzy as my attention focused only on what he was doing to me. Each lick was so tender, so calming, that I found myself floating in a lovely haze, a no doubt silly smile curving my lips.

“I like being your good girl,” I mumbled, my hips rising, inviting him to lick elsewhere.

“Why?”

I shrugged, just a small twitch of my shoulders while he kissed my left buttock. “Because…because it’s what I want to be. Do I make you happy?”

“Do you make me happy?”

I stilled at his odd tone, fearing the inevitable rejection when his realization of what a loser I really was came sooner than I’d anticipated.

“I had no idea emotions like the ones you make me feel even existed. There are no words for the pleasure I derive from being around you. Simply looking at you makes me happy. You are so very special to me, Hannah. More than you can imagine.”

My smile became full-blown and I let out a soft sigh, that floaty sensation coming back, this time caused by his words rather than his actions. Safe, I was so safe and cared for when I was with him, spoiled with attention. He made me feel special, amazing in a way I’d only dreamed of. Was this what love felt like? This endless ocean of affection mixed with the craving for his dick that never seemed to go away? If so, I can see why love makes people crazy.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“So sweet,” he murmured before taking a bite out of the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, hard enough to jerk a gasp of pain from me as he released my wrists. “And so wet.”

Reaching back, I stroked my hand through his golden-brown hair, darker in this shadowy light than in the full sun. “Only for you.”

He rewarded me with a smile that sent a burst of delight through me, then rewarded me even more when he shoved a pillow beneath my hips, and pressed me down to the bed with one big hand firmly between my shoulder blades.

The tip of his cock pushed into me and I let out a long, rough moan of pure enjoyment, the sensation of the bulbous head of his dick stretching my inner walls completely divine as I clawed at the sheets. The rough hair of his body scraped along my skin when he lay almost fully on top of me, giving me this wonderful sense of safety and satisfaction. I felt so close to him in this moment, while he slowly rocked his hips, the gentle glide of his erection stretching me, awakening all the nerves in my pussy with his thick girth. When Leo fucked me, I felt it from the top of my tingling head all the way down to my curling toes.

He did this twist thing with his hips that had me seeing stars. “Oh, Daddy, you feel so good!”

“My little girl likes that? Likes it when her Daddy fucks her?”

“Yes, so much.”

“I like it too; in fact, I love it. Having you under me like this, your cunt gripping at my cock, the heat from your red ass pressed against me…fucking perfect. Everything about you, Hannah, every inch of you, was made for me. And look at how beautifully you respond, how you took that pain for me. Spanking you, the way you responded to my touch, had me ready to come all over your ass. You turn me on that much.”

His voice had taken on a rough, growling tone by the end as he increased his pace, still pressing me into the mattress with his weight, driving me down farther with every hard thrust. Little gasps of air escaped me as he pounded my overstrung body, the first of what would be four orgasms catching me by surprise. Like a machine—no, like an animal—he fucked me, never letting me move, trapping me as he had his way with me. I was nothing more than his little sex toy, and I loved it.

Then he began to bite me, hard nips that drew corresponding yelps from me, each mark of his teeth matched by the thrust and grind of his hips, turning me into his pain slut.

I’d never had a man fuck me with his whole body before, and I couldn’t help smiling wide as I reveled in being his.

I moaned, arched, and reared my hips back as I cried out, “Daddy, please, come inside me.”

He shuddered, something I could clearly feel as we were pressed so tightly together. After my third orgasm, we flipped, and now I was on my back, looking up at the man staring down at me with something that resembled reverence. He never looked away, always studying me, always watching my every breath as if I was absolutely fascinating. It made me feel powerful, feminine, and desired.

Overwhelmed, I drew his lips down to mine and exchanged the softest of kisses, which in turn triggered his climax.

Raw, powerful, menacing, the lines of his face deepened as he reared back and his mouth fell open with a low groan.

I stared, fascinated by every twitch of his muscles, the scars along his body that told a tale of violence, along with his glorious hair. Unable to help myself, I leaned up and plunged my hands into his long strands, fisting it while he growled. Inside of me, his cock twitched hard enough that it sent more waves of pleasure through me, causing my core to contract, and he gasped. I swear, in that moment, I felt like we were connected on some visceral, cosmic level. My breath came out in sobbing gasps as the pleasure went on and on.

“That’s it, baby, drain me fucking dry. Pull harder.”

I did as he asked, my pussy quivering when he shot yet another burst of hot cum inside of me, bathing me and triggering a slow, rolling orgasm that milked him further and had me incoherent, once again babbling out how much I worshiped him.

By the time I returned to earth from my trip to nirvana, Leo had managed to roll off of me, his arms thrown over his head in a relaxed pose, a small and soft smile curving his firm lips as his chest heaved.

When our eyes met, I couldn’t help but smile, then giggle. “Wow.”

He just turned his head back to the ceiling, closing his eyes with a smile. “You’re going to kill me, but what a way to go. Is my dick intact? I’m pretty sure I blew it off inside of you when your tight little cunt gripped me like a squeezing fist.”

Laughing, I stroked my hand down his sweaty stomach, the fur of his happy trail leading me to his still semi-hard cock. “Did you take Viagra or something?”

Grinning, and keeping his eyes closed, he stretched out, all rolling muscles and mouthwatering strength, utter contentment radiating from him. “You
are
my Viagra.”

“Thanks…I think.”

“You’re welcome. While I don’t give a fuck about falling asleep right now, all sweaty and sticky, I know you like to go to bed clean. Let’s shower, then I’ll feed you, eat you, and put you to bed.”

Groaning, I rubbed my face. “Yes please, I’m exhausted.”

“Come on, baby girl, let your Daddy take care of you.”

He turned his head to look at me and I gave him the only answer I could. “Okay, Daddy.”

The next morning, I awoke to find another set of brand-new clothing for me as well as all the cosmetics and girly stuff I needed for the day. This time the outfit he chose for me was a silky red shirt that hung artfully off of one shoulder, and a pair of skin-tight, dark jeans that had enough stretch to fit comfortably like yoga pants. He’d also included a pair of tasteful gold hoop earrings and a gold necklace made of a waterfall of tiny gold circles linked together, along with a pair of cute black ankle boots.

The whole outfit was somehow familiar, and as I stared at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but admire how the jeans gave my butt a nice rounded shape. Without a doubt, I felt expensive, and though I’m sure there are those who would argue I don’t need costly clothes to feel good about myself, it certainly didn’t hurt. I left my hair loose and smiled as I tossed my shiny locks over my shoulder, not a tangle to be found, thanks to Leo’s fascination with running his hands through it. Just the memory made my eyelids grow heavy, and a hot flush burned my cheeks.

I found Leo in the kitchen, eating a pile of pancakes while he stared down at his tablet, a cup of what I’m assuming was coffee throwing steam in the early morning light. He was dressed casually in khaki shorts and a worn-looking pale blue t-shirt that brought out his tan, along with his gold watch circling his thick wrist. This morning his hair was down, and I really wanted to grasp a handful of his wavy gold and brown mane.

He looked up as I approached, his dark eyes flashing with warmth as he smiled. “Good morning, beautiful.”

Butterflies took flight in my belly, spreading out to all my limbs in a dance of happiness. Feeling as if I was floating on a cloud, I basked in his attention and open affection. I ducked my head then gave him a small wave, probably flushed pink with pleasure from chest to ears.

No matter how close we’d been physically, we were essentially strangers, and that bothered me because it reminded me that in reality, we were moving too fast, and I’d promised myself I wouldn’t get instantly, possessively attached. But this…this feeling, this experience between us, was different. Leo was different. He was hardened, jaded, and world weary in a way that had marked him. It was like life had ground away all the softness from him, leaving only solid rock behind.

But when he looked at me, all that stiffness relaxed, and I knew deep in my gut this was a man who allowed very few people to see this side of him.

“Morning, Leo.”

“Love the breathy way you say my name, sweetheart. Especially first thing in the morning. There’s food under the silver domed trays. Help yourself. My housekeeper made it earlier for us.”

I piled the lovely blue and gray plate I found waiting for me on the counter with food, grabbing a double portion of the scrambled eggs that had some kind of fragrant salsa in them, along with a couple sausage links.

I joined Leo at the big table, sitting next to him where a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee were waiting for me. In the center of the table sat a curved lavender glass vase full of peach and yellow roses, along with white lilacs, one of my favorite flower combinations. When I looked from the flowers to Leo, he gave me a slow quirk of his lips, his gaze smoldering. Distracted by all that sexiness being aimed my way, I forgot how vigorous some of our activities had been last night and I let out a hiss as my sore bottom met the hard chair.