Twisted Obsession

by Keta Kendric

  My fingers melted into the damp flesh of her thighs as I watched her revel in one of the great joys of this world. Her face was turned into her raised arm, her body relaxed as the tight cuffs kept the top portion of her elevated.

  Her body jerked, and she managed to lift her head when I backed out of her. Her chest rose high and sank low, still chasing breaths. I hoped she didn’t think I was done.

  Leaving her cuffed and chained to my bed, I climbed out and walked over to retrieve a few toys. This time, I chose the weighted nipple clamps and searched for my next item. My fingers sat tapping at my lips, thinking about how far I’d like to take her. A devious smile found its place on my lips when my gaze landed on the perfect toy.

  She’d pulled her knees together and up and sat watching me as her curious gaze followed my every movement. I stalked back to the bed and sat at her feet, making her body bounce atop the mattress.

  She gawked at the items in my hand before I set them aside and pushed her knees apart. Gaining access to her full, mouthwatering tits, I inched the clamps over her puckered nipples. Her nipples were small brown succulent morsels that sent my tongue over my lips, hungry for a taste.

  When I picked up the second toy, her lips fell apart and her body tensed.

  “Sir. What is that?”

  “Anal beads,” I answered, loving the shock that filled her face. I raised the purple string of three with the tiny vibrator attached to the top, and she started shaking her head.

  “There is a string of six that is much larger than these if you’d prefer me to stuff those up that pretty ass of yours.”

  She bit the corner of her bottom lip as fear and reluctance flashed across her face. I sat the purple beads to the side knowing their presence would linger on her mind.

  “Slide back,” I instructed. I needed some slack in the chain this time to position her so that I could turn and maneuver her any way I desired.

  “There. That’s good. Now, lie back and spread your legs wider so I can taste my pussy.”

  Like a good little sub, she obeyed. There was enough slack in the chain that her cuffed hands rested near her chest.

  Playtime was over. I pounced on her pussy, licking, sucking, and sopping up every drop of her like it was the last cup of grape Kool-Aid. Her cuffed fingers clenched and unclenched as she yanked the chain in an attempt to either touch or stop me. I was too involved with her pussy to figure out which.

  She’d attempted to back away from my feast, but I secured my arms around her hips to keep her in place. When she stopped running and started throwing her pussy in my face, that’s when I knew I had her. That’s when I lowered my tongue and started licking that virgin ass of hers.

  At first, she hesitated, not knowing how to react. It took a short moment for my actions to drive her crazy. I ate her ass out so good she was on the verge of coming again. She had no idea, I was a nasty mouth motherfucker, and no part of her was off limits. I raised my mouth to her soaked pussy and eased the tip of my finger into her tight ass.

  The foreign sensation caused her to attempt to run from me again, but I rectified that situation by closing my lips around her swollen clit. Her harsh breaths and loud moaning blended into the beautiful chimes of the cuffs that kept her anchored to my headboard.

  The last thing I wanted was to remove my mouth from her pussy, but I needed to prepare to invade her ass. I kept my thumb on her clit, teasing it as I raised the beads for her to see.

  “Each time one goes in, I need you to count Gina because each time one comes out will be a potential orgasm.”

  Her gaze was pinned on the beads. She likely had difficulty believing they held such power. Her hips continued to rock against the play of my fingers, but her gaze remained stuck on the beads.

  “Gina!” I’d had to raise my voice to get her attention. “I need you to count.”

  “Yes Sir,” she answered over her labored breathing.

  My mouth fell back to her pussy and went to town. As soon as she started humping my face again, I sat the first bead against her puckered star.

  “Fuck! Not now!” I muttered low to myself as the flash of my phone lured my attention away from the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. She must have noticed my distressed face.

  “What’s wrong, Sir?”

  “Fucking phone,” I answered as I remained in place, glancing at it. My head started to volley back and forth between Gina’s pretty pussy and my fucking flashing phone. My duty to protect her should come before anything else, right?

  My body slumped in defeat. A fucking sexy goddess was cuffed to my bed, but I needed to make the hard choice.

  “You should answer it,” she suggested. Her face was as serious as mine had turned. I eased from the bed and swiped the face of my phone.

  “Yeah.”

  “Ansel, get down here! We found the last one,” came Marcus’ voice. “This motherfucker is also claiming that he doesn’t work for the Dominquez family.”

  My face bunched. “I’m on my way,” I uttered through clench teeth as my gaze remained pinned on Gina.

  Although she knew I’d be leaving, she appeared more concerned than upset. The dead bastard we were about to torture wasn’t going anywhere, so I climbed my ass back onto that bed and worked her pussy until she came all over my tongue.

  Her harsh breathing and the clinking of metal sounded as I undid her cuffs and freed her hands. The cuffs were left dangling from the chains and attached to the headboard. I sat before her as she drew her knees into her chest and set her chin atop them. The big smile on her face was all I needed to see.

  My finger stroked the side of her knee. I hadn’t had enough of her. The idea of having to leave caused a lump of emotion to gather in my throat, but I choked it down.

  “I’ll see you later,” flowed from my mouth before I stood and dashed off, dick still hard. I hadn’t given her time to say whatever brimmed on the tip of her tongue. Any word or action from her would have stopped me from doing my job as her protector.

  32

  Regina

  My heavy eyes fluttered open and my gaze settled on the purple beads that sat on the bedside table next to Ansel’s large bed. It took me a moment to realize I was in his playroom.

  After he’d uncuffed me, he’d gazed at me with a level of care I’d never seen in him before. I could tell he didn’t want to leave me last night, which was the biggest compliment I could have asked for in a relationship like ours.

  Shouting out that safe word had been a blessing of sorts. He’d taken me so brutally hard. Who knew I liked it rough until he’d showed me I did? Twenty of the hardest strokes from the biggest dick I’d ever had, and he had me falling apart.

  I’d been at war with myself over Ansel countless times. He protected me, a sacrifice on his part that I was beyond grateful for. He also gave me something I’d never had before, the best sex of my life. And although he may never admit it to himself, I think he cared about me too.

  My fingertips traced my lips before a smile bent them. How was it that he could make me feel so free, and open, and sexy? Now that my mind wasn’t clouded with lust, I could think. I’d failed miserably at my goal of keeping my feelings to myself. Thinking with a level head when Ansel had the ability to take me to another world was too much to ask.

  Each time he touched me, kissed me, or focused his attention on me for any amount of time, my heart fluttered, my pulse quickened, and my damn brain went numb. I was falling for Ansel Knox, and I wasn’t sure there was a whole hell of a lot I could do about it.

  I was in trouble. The kind of deep trouble I couldn’t dig my way out of. Did I want too much? Was I looking too deep? Was I hoping too hard? Probably. I couldn’t help but think that there was more between us than just mind-blowing sex. Sometimes, I glimpsed care, compassion, and understanding in Ansel’s gaze when he looked at me.

  Leave it alone, Regina.

  I slung my feet over the side of the bed and eased my body up. My wrist burned from being cuffed, bu
t I didn’t care. The silly smile I couldn’t keep away spread across my lips as I inched my naked body closer to the bathroom.

  Every muscle I used ached, but it was a good ache that called forth memories that I never wanted to forget. Ansel had made every sore muscle and every creaky bone worth it.

  After I’d relieved myself and washed my hands, I peeked into the small closet stocked with towels. I retrieved a large fluffy white towel and wrapped it around myself. There weren’t any windows or clocks in the playroom, so I had no idea what time of day or night it was, and I didn’t want Gigi to catch me walking around naked.

  After traveling through the living room and up to my room, the brightness shining through the drapes and a quick glance at the clock revealed it was afternoon. I’d been sexed so well that I’d slept most of the day away.

  After a shower, I attempted to tame my hair and settled for putting it into a French braid. I threw on a pair of the sexy black panties Ansel had purchased because sexy undies were all I had now. The man had good taste, that’s for sure, but I wasn’t going to always let him dictate what I could and couldn’t wear.

  Thanks to Ansel, I didn’t have a thing to put on except sexy dresses and lingerie. I wrapped myself in another towel and eased down the hall towards his bedroom. For comfort, his clothes were all I had left to wear.

  His bedroom door was always left open, so I peeked in and found it empty. His bed was untouched, which meant that he’d not returned after the call he’d gotten last night.

  The heady scent of him permeated the room, enticing me to take in a deep breath that I released on a sigh. My gaze landed on a stack of letters sitting on Ansel’s dresser addressed to Tyler A. Knox. I stood in place letting his full name sink him. Why didn’t he use his first name? I added this mystery to the collection of others I hoped he’d someday solve for me.

  A peek into his closet enticed me to tiptoe in. My curiosity about him was always on high alert. My fingers ran across a row of freshly pressed shirts of varying colors. A row of suit jackets came next. The thick wooden hangers played a tune as they danced from my touch.

  A flicker of light caught my eye and caused me to stop in my curious tracks. My head tilted before I inched back a step. I placed my arms between the suit jackets and spread them apart, the hangers screeching against the metal rod.

  What the hell is that?

  I inched closer to the light winking at me and the realization of what I stared at floored me. My gaze remained on the back of my hand as I reached up and pushed at the crack. When pushing didn’t work, I slid my finger past the opening, and a little pressure caused the doorway to slide open.

  The view of the arsenal of weapons in his secret closet was starting to paint a vivid picture of who Ansel really was. So many guns, hand grenades, knives, gloves, and strangling devices. Although I knew certain aspects of Ansel, mystery and intrigue still surrounded him.

  What was Ansel up to? I remember him telling that man in the alley that he hadn’t killed anyone in three days.

  The ideas climbing into my head sent nervous tremors through my body. Ansel eyed me like a hawk, but what he didn’t know was that I paid attention too. I sensed his eyes on me when I couldn’t see him and believed he had at least a few cameras someplace inside the house. Though at first the idea of being watch concerned me, it was who was watching me that quickened my pulse and pushed me past my reservations.

  Some of my sleepless nights would lead me to the chaise or the living room couch. Ansel received calls if it had something to do with my family, but there were other times I’d seen Ansel coming in at daybreak with splatters of blood on his clothes.

  He didn’t update me on the things he did while away, and I didn’t ask. I was afraid to know. He often dressed in a suit to go to work, but I sensed it wasn’t just office work he did. I’d spotted the black leather gloves he’d slip on or carry along with him. Now that I think about it, he hadn’t attempted to hide them from me. Who was the real Ansel Knox?

  33

  Regina

  My body froze at the sound of the elevator doors sliding open. Our gazes met and locked the moment Ansel came into view. I was up and off the couch when my gaze fell on the small splatters of blood on his shirt, hoping it wasn’t his.

  “Are you okay?” I questioned, putting what I’d seen in his closet on the backburner. Besides, I’d seen what he’d done to my uncles and cousins on their last mission, so I knew he had a stash of weapons somewhere. I just didn’t expect him to have a well-stocked armory.

  “I’m fine. I should be asking you that question,” he stated, the crease of concern in his face deepening. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”

  What in the heck is he talking about?

  “I’m fine,” I answered, confused. Was he throwing me off on purpose?

  I didn’t chase after him when he bypassed me and headed towards his bedroom. My mind was so conflicted about Ansel that I didn’t know what to do. I flopped down on the couch, and like I always did when stressed, I bit what was left of my nails.

  It wasn’t until Ansel was out of my sight that I comprehended what I’d done. I should have been inquiring about the arsenal of weapons in his closet, yet the first thing that concerned me was his well-being. What was wrong with me? Was I doomed to only care about the most dangerous men?

  First, it was my father. I had no idea how many people my father had killed throughout his life, yet I loved him as much as any daughter could love her father. Then there was August. Even after he divulged information about the countless men he’d killed and tortured, I cared about him enough to take care of him and killed to keep him from being discovered.

  Now, there was Ansel. Was he killing people for sport? Even with that horrible idea in my brain, I still cared about him. Maybe I was the sick one. Maybe I was the worst of any of them.

  Ansel’s footsteps drew me away from my conflicting notions. He sat on the couch beside me, with a fresh and soapy scent wafting off of him. He’d brought my medical bag and sat it on the table in front of him. There was no visible damage to his body, but I was willing to fix whatever he needed me to.

  “Can I ask you something, Ansel?”

  “Yes, what’s up?” he asked as he started rifling through the medical bag.

  I decided on the simplest and most nonconfrontational question first.

  “Why would you think that you’d hurt me?”

  He sat the medical bag next to him on the couch and placed his hands under my wrist and lifted them. He leveled my wrist and hands near our eye level. “Because of this shit. I promised you at least your well-being. Marks and bruises are going to happen, but I try to never break the skin and you didn’t ask for this.”

  My wrists were red and raw from being cuffed, but I was fine.

  “Shit!” he cursed as he removed a few items from the bag. He took my first wrist with delicate ease and started rubbing triple antibiotic ointment into it. I sat and observed. He took care of me to a level that didn’t match what I’d started to believe about him.

  “Are you going to leave me too?” he questioned. The anger inflected in his voice wasn’t missed. “When Aaron comes for you in three days. Are–you–leaving?”

  He demanded an answer. What in the heck was he talking about? I ignored his angry tone and questions.

  “Ansel, a few hours ago I stumbled upon an arsenal of weapons in your closet large enough to wage war on a small country. Half my mind is telling me that you’re hurting or killing people for reasons I don’t understand. Even after all that, the idea of leaving you didn’t cross my mind until you mentioned it.”

  Stunned disbelief rose to the surface of his face before he captured my gaze and stilled me with his stern expression.

  “If I hadn’t gotten that call last night, I may have taken things too far with you. I break women. I suppose that’s what I do. It’s never been my intention, but they all eventually leave and don’t return. I don’t want to break you,
Regina.”

  There was more going on here than he’d said. “I don’t want to be broken. My family has done enough of that already. You’ve seen me naked. You’ve seen the scars I’ve tried to make disappear with cocoa butter and creams. My family has chipped away and taken pieces of me that I can never get back. As unconventional as our relationship is, Ansel, I don’t believe you’re going to break me.”

  We sat in silence for a moment, allowing our thoughts to settle. Our conversation was all over the place, but I was patient enough to await answers and attempt to piece together an explanation.

  He leaned back into the couch, his gaze never letting me go. “You think I kill people for sport?”

  I shrugged. My heart thumped with an alarming force that caused the beat to rattle my chest cavity.

  “I don’t know. But, I’m not blind, Ansel. You leave some nights and come back with blood all over you. And it doesn’t always have something to do with the men that are chasing me.”

  He studied me like he was seeing the real me for the first time. Intrigue and a shot of something I couldn’t name flashed in his gaze.

  “Ansel, you said we were building trust. It goes both ways. I’d like for you to trust me as much as I’m putting my trust in you.”

  He sat, assessing me as I prepared to ask the questions that had been burning a hole in my brain. “Where do you go when you come back with blood on your hands? Where do you go when you have the black leather gloves?”

  “I kill,” he confirmed before my eyes fell closed.

  Ansel had dropped a bomb on me, and neither a hint of remorse nor a touch of sorrow was in his tone as his intense gaze remained on mine. The shock of his confirmation left me frozen as my mind sought some type of logical reasoning.

  The level of fright that filled me sent my heart plummeting to the bottom of my stomach. The only sound outside my mind telling me to get up and run was the ticking of the clock on the end table and the light trickle of the wind against the windows.