Twisted Obsession

by Keta Kendric

  My body shuddered with the excitement and the pleasure of being stuffed full of his dick. He reached up, twisted his fingers into the roots of my wet hair and yanked, sending my head to the sky. His nails scraped my scalp as he pulled, making my back arch deeper. His action loosened my ponytail and caused it to slap the side of my face. The deeper arc caused his dick to sink deeper as the pressure from the hair pulling amplified my pleasure.

  The rain picked up, adding to the intensity of our situation. The deeper he slid, the more the pressure built and the more powerful the pleasure. I kept my mouth clamped shut, too afraid to say anything out loud. Nothing had ever felt so good.

  My skin tingled all over, his actions burning me alive as his body collided into mine. His dick drove into me over and over, so deep, so savage, and so delicious.

  “Shhh! Oh God!” slipped past my lips, as my insides quivered at the sparks of wet pleasure. Whimpers escaped between harsh breaths as my moans along with his hard breathing refused to stay contained. Was he saying something? I was too far gone to concentrate on anything but the deeper thrust he shoved into my body.

  Control over my vocals had been lost. My moans intensified, enjoying the sweet slices of pain that fed into the pleasure. His pounding thrusts ruled my body and slid deeper before the thrill spread out and caressed my mind.

  “Sir!” I shouted, licking my wet lips as a throaty moan followed. I was close, and he wasn’t even all the way in. My body started to shiver at the enchanting sparks that constructed the pathway to my delayed orgasm.

  Like he’d read my mind or better yet my body, Ansel eased his dick out, and spun my tortured body so that I faced him. I’d never wanted to punch a man so much in my life. He placed his hand under my chin, my body shivering from the best-worse sexual torture I’d ever experienced. Hell, it was the only kind of good-torture that I’d experienced.

  My lashes batted away the falling droplets and allowed me to observe his play. His free hand cupped one of my tits. A gasp escaped when he pinched my nipple because the bite set off a spark that teased my looming orgasm.

  “Please, Sir,” I begged. My desperate tone edged out, laced with a twinge of agony that tortured my mind and kept my body riddled with a jittery need. I’d become convinced that Ansel intended to punish me until I lost all senses.

  Irritated, I prayed that there was something that I could do to end my torment. A wicked little savior wiggled its way into my mind and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. With my head high, I glanced at him with a determined intensity.

  “Pussy Queen!” flew past my lips and stopped him in his torturous tracks. His hand skated to a stop at my side as his eyes lifted and found mine. His brows pinched as a blaze was set off in his furious gaze.

  “I know the fuck you didn’t just pull your safe word on me, Gina. Undo that fucking shit right now!” he demanded, his face serious and determined.

  “No,” I said, loving that I’d had a little power in this crazy D/s relationship we were in.

  “Gina, you fucking…you did that shit because you couldn’t take your punishment like a woman,” he sneered.

  His lips balled into tight knots as he stared out at nothing, the weight of his heavy thoughts sat on his tensed shoulders.

  “You’re a fucking evil little devil for that shit,” he stated as he paced and glared at me with a green blaze burning bright in his gaze.

  “Thank you, Sir,” I voiced, taking his words as a compliment. He’d wanted Gina, now he had to deal with her.

  He continued to pace. The noise from the rain mingled with his irritated breaths. He’d figure out a way to get past the rules. Rules he’d vowed not to break.

  “Gina, stop being a fucking bitch. Use the keyword and undo that fucking safe word,” he demanded.

  “If I do, you’re going to punish me worse.”

  He reached down and gripped my throbbing wet core. “You un-key that safe word, and I’ll punish you just the way you like it.”

  Like that, the man had me flowing and hot all over again. But, I wasn’t as weak as he assumed I was. I’d give in because I knew that whatever he planned to do next would be explosive.

  “Dick King,” fell over my wet lips, and I swore devil-horns flashed over Ansel’s head. He stepped closer, filling my space, and I didn’t trust the calm demeanor he presented.

  “Arms around my neck now,” he commanded. I didn’t know his plan, but a better view of his face revealed that he was as tortured in lust as I was. Why had it taken me this long to realize that when he punished me, he also punished himself? He’d said this was about trust, but it was also about discipline for the both of us. Once my hands met and connected around his neck, he lifted me with ease as my legs wrapped around his waist.

  The way he handled me made me feel small and dainty. He not only conquered my body, he dominated the amount of pleasure he dished out. The idea of being someone’s submissive was starting to grow on me. Submitting to Ansel was proving to be one of the most erotic and sexually impactful moments of my life.

  He lifted me higher and slipped his hand between our bodies. My heated gaze bore into his as he lifted and placed his hard and throbbing dick against my quivering heat. He’d gotten me so hot and charged there was likely smoke coming from my pussy. Ansel plunged into me this time, not holding back or teasing me anymore. I lost my breath and mind at the same time.

  His thrusts were sure and hard strokes as he lifted and maneuvered my body with sheer strength and precision. No man had handled my body this way. I’d always assumed I was too heavy for this type of sexual fantasy.

  Gradually, Ansel was snatching away my every insecurity along with every breath I took. He masterfully maneuvered my body up and down his thick shaft. Every inch slid in, so deep, the pleasure flooded my body as much as my juices were drowning his dick. He pounded into me so hard, I couldn’t breathe, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked, but I was so far gone, I couldn’t answer. Hell, I didn’t know how to answer. The man was dicking me down so good that it didn’t matter what kind of kinky games he wanted to play. I’d be willing.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked again. His words were louder this time, quick and jerky. Thankfully, he hadn’t stopped filling my pussy to max capacity with his powerful thrust.

  “No,” I managed. “Feels,” was all I could squeeze past my moans. A mix of a shout and a gasp escaped as a series of exhausted breaths followed. I was about to burst and based on the tight pinch of his face, so was he.

  “Sir. Please don’t stop fucking me!” I yelled, no longer caring about language or how wild and uninhibited I’d become riding the edge of my deepest desires. The sneaky grip of madness snatched at my being as he fucked me harder, making his dick go so deep he yanked pleasure from every hot spot inside my body. I’d gotten my legs wrapped around his waist so tight, he’d have to pry me loose.

  A series of “fucks,” and “oh my gods,” spilled from us in a chorus of curse words and vocal appreciation for the best feeling in the world. No one had ever evoked such passionate feelings within me. No one had made me throw my inhibitions in the trashcan.

  “Sir, can I come, please!” I begged. I needed to orgasm so badly, I was willing to get on my hands and knees and beg.

  This was the most addictive drug I’d been exposed to. Although we’d only slept together a few times, I knew I was already ruined. I was never going to desire any other man. Not after this.

  “Yes, you may come,” was forced from his mouth, sounding as ragged and rushed as my words had been.

  My pussy muscles started constricting so hard against his dick that I was afraid I’d pass out from the amount of pleasure exploding throughout my sex-crazed body. Sound and sight were gone, Ansel had set fire to the senses, burning away everything except pleasure. My mind and body soared high over the clouds and I allowed myself to float there.

  My head was thrown up as water splashed against my tongue f
rom my open mouth. My inner thighs clenched at his sides as tight as my arms squeezed his neck. My body was a vise around his waist, and I was unable to tell what parts were him or me. His dick jerked inside me as it spilled the last of his hot cum into the condom.

  Rain pelted us, keeping the tingling remnants of our orgasm going. We stood in place, stuck to each other, panting and letting our high ease away on its own. His dick continued to throb inside me, which stimulated my muscles and caused them to flex and clinch, not willing to let go. Ansel eased me down when our breathing slowed. The grooves of his dick, still hard, seduced me and made me greedy for more of the something I’d never had.

  “I think it’s time to take this to the playroom,” he announced, knowing he had me hooked enough to agree to just about anything.

  My feet met the wet floor of the balcony, and I almost melted into the floor when my legs gave way. His strong hands gripped my arms to keep me upright.

  “You okay?” he questioned, eyeing me with concern.

  “Yes, Sir,” I answered, not sure what to call him anymore. Was he my Dom or had he turned back to Ansel? He took my hand and guided me towards the open door, but not before reaching down to the table to pick up his phone that I’d noticed for the first time.

  We left everything we’d taken off on the balcony. When we crossed into the living room, water had pooled to the inside of the door.

  The cold air inside the apartment hit me with a punch of shock that sent a shiver to my body and edged me further away from the high that Ansel had set off within me. I eased back to slow Ansel’s quick stride.

  “Don’t you think we need to get a towel? We are dripping all over the place,” I stated as I glanced down at the wet footsteps we were leaving behind.

  “Don’t worry about that. We’ve got more important shit to be concerned about,” he stated as he tightened his grip on my hand and lured me closer to his back.

  “Hop on,” he stated.

  My smile grew wide, and a squeal of excitement escaped. I hopped onto his back, wet body, wet pussy, and all. He placed his strong forearms under my butt to keep me in place as I wrapped my legs around his sides. My tits sat smashed against his warm tight back. His body heat radiated through me as I clamped my arms tighter around his neck when he started to walk. My giggles sounded all the way down the hall, enjoying my first naked-back ride.

  Ansel could say what the hell he wanted. He could be the gun-running MC hitman. He could be the mean punishing Dom. He could be my deadly protector. But, he wasn’t the devil he’d like me to believe he was. He had a caring, and playful side to him that I was sure wasn’t revealed to many.

  His wet feet squeaked and plopped against the shiny floor as we leaked and ambled to the playroom. I hadn’t a clue as to what we’d do next, but I was on board for whatever was on his kinky mind.

  We crossed into the playroom after he keyed in the code, but he didn’t lead me to the bed like I expected. Instead, we ended up in the bathroom. A pinch of concern hit me when he reached into and turned the shower on. Were we about to shower together? He released me, allowing me to slide from his warm firm back.

  “Let’s get clean so I can dirty you up again,” he stated with that famous smirk plastered on his face.

  My smile spread wide across my face.

  “Yes, Sir,” I answered, the enthusiasm in my voice apparent. He took my hand and led me past the large shower’s open door. As I stepped into it, a loud smack sounded before sparks of pain sprinkled over my ass.

  Ansel’s strong hand making the connection caused my steps to hitch. Even as the sting in my ass ached, a smile spread all over my face. He enjoyed the sound of his hand landing solid against my ass as well as watching it jiggle from the impact.

  The sparks from the slap had reignited the lust in my body. I accepted that I liked the attention and the peppery pain and pleasure his type of play elicited. If the rest of this night continued like it started, I was in for one hell of a ride.

  31

  Ansel

  Fresh from the shower, I led Regina to my bed. She’d taken a bold stance on the balcony, challenging me in a way I’d never experienced before. She was learning this shit too fucking fast. Was I creating a monster that would sooner or later, not obey a fucking thing I commanded?

  I should have been more upset. I should have been pissed. I should have had her on her knees begging for what she thirsted for. My problem was that I craved the challenge she presented. It was an interesting element I’d not encountered in any of my D/s relationships.

  Hell, I was starting to wonder if I could even call this a D/s relationship. It was somewhere in between being what I’d envisioned and what I hadn’t expected as it was taking on a life of its own.

  I sat her on the side of the bed and walked over to the wall of cuffs. I removed the ones with the chain link attached. She sat, naked and beautiful as her gaze fell on the cuffs I’d chosen. Her bronzed skin glowed, beckoning to be caressed while her curious gaze traced my every move.

  Her presence was enough to bring life into my playroom, but I added a touch more by clicking the music on, placing my song choice on low repeat. When We Fuck, by Tank was a fitting choice for all the savage sexual misconduct we were about to engage in.

  “Give me your hands, Gina.”

  She handed them over without protest as she watched me cuff her hands before I instructed her into the center of my bed. There was about a foot and a half of chain length from the cuff on her hands to the ones I’d closed around my headboard. Her hands were left raised from the pull of the cuffs.

  Kneeling in front of her, I admired the view. Fuck, she was gorgeous cuffed to my bed. Nothing got me going like a sexy woman tied to my headboard, but Gina tied to it sent fire racing through my veins. The sight had my dick standing straight up. That horny dick-faced bastard was down there with pussy on his mind when there was a whole damn body to explore.

  I remained in a kneeling position in front of her.

  “That shit you pulled on the balcony,” I started. Her breaths picked up a notch. “I intended to take it easy on you, Gina. I intended to ease you into this. Take you through the phases. But, you showed me tonight that you’re woman enough to skip a few steps. I’m about to graduate your ass to a new level. If you even fix your mouth to say a safe word, Dom and sub are going out of the fucking window, and you will meet Ansel—the real fucking Ansel.”

  My words scared her, but she liked this shit more than she let on. The thumping pulse-point in her neck and her tight nipples told on her.

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered, unable to hide the lust that filled her tone and hung heavy in her gaze.

  “As punishment for your disobedience, I’m going to give you what I call twenty-the-hard-way.”

  Her face squinted in confusion.

  “Each thrust, you count, you miss a number, you skip a number, you even think about a safe word, and I start over. You will be responsible for how long it takes you to come. You understand this, Gina?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered. Her fear and lust were at war, but I didn’t intend to allow her to think on it too long.

  Gripping her thighs, I yanked her down on the bed. The chain on the cuffs clinked, opposing her pull as her hard breaths became a layer of rhythm over the music. Lying before me, hands cuffed above her, there was no place she could go.

  I spread her legs wide, loving that she was dripping wet for me. I aligned my dick with her pussy, making her shiver when I teased the head across it.

  “Eyes on me, Gina,” I ordered, while sliding a condom on with the swiftness of a magician. “Get ready to count, and I better hear each number.”

  My dick plunged in, squeezing its way deep inside her. The loud smack of the impact sounded off, making her tits bounce, the mattress protest, and the metal from the cuffs thump from her tight pull. Her eyes slammed shut on impact, but I heard the number shoot out of her mouth. “One!”

  “What did I tell you, Gina? Eyes open. Lo
ok at me while I’m fucking you.”

  My dick slammed into her again, knocking the ponytail she’d redone to the side.

  “T-T-Two!” she yelled, doing her best to fight the hard impact and concentrate on counting.

  I thrust forward three hard times in rapid succession. “Three, four, five,” came out on an exhale that dragged out the end of the word five and made it sound like she was crying.

  By the time we’d reached the number fourteen, I’d accepted that Gina liked it rough. She liked the hard, pounding punishment so much, she was about to come. She started begging to come at sixteen,” “Please, Sir. Please!”

  Her pleas were ignored as I pushed her to obey my commands.

  Three more quick and hard thrusts knocked each hard breath out of her mouth as she suffocated on her deep inhales. Her body hung lopsided, but the cuffs kept her on her back.

  “Se…en, Eig…en, Ni…en,” she yelled. Her speech was off, but I gave her credit for the numbers she’d tried to say. “Please, Sir,” she begged as her body trembled with her need to be released.

  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.