Page 80 of Obsessive Love

Pyrite chuckled, then walked to the closet. When he returned a few minutes later, he was dressed in ball shorts and a tank top. “I gotta get my hair done.” He ran his hair through his loose curls. “You got any suggestions?”

“I don’t care what you look like, Pyrite,” I said, hating the fact that this shit sounded like a casual conversation instead of what it really was. “Just leave me alone.”

“Why?” he lifted his brow like he was confused, and I rolled my eyes.

“This conversation isn’t happening,” I sighed and shook my head. “Leave me alone unless you plan to untie me.”

Pyrite approached the bed and watched me. From his point of view, I knew I looked like a fucking mess. I was spread-eagled, with each limb cuffed to a different post. When I first saw this bed, I fell in love with the design; now, I wonder if he had this in mind when it was brought in. Before he left thismorning, he’d washed me up and brushed my teeth. My hair wasn’t tied up, but the pillowcase and sheets were satin, so that was that.

“Nah, let's have this conversation,” he said, shaking his head. “Tell me what your problem is.” I refused to have this talk, so instead, I turned my head and looked out the window. “Fable, I know you hear me.” Again, I didn’t give him a response. I felt the bed shift, and then his body hovered over mine. He nuzzled the space between my face and shoulder. “I asked you a question; I know you heard me. So let's talk.”

“You have me cuffed to a bed, Pyrite,” I answered softly.

“Because you were going to leave me,” he tried to justify, and all I could do was laugh humorlessly. “What’s so funny?”

“You,” I said. “You are funny.”

“How so?” He kissed my neck, and my body instantly responded. “I told you I’d do whatever to keep you from leaving me. What did you think I meant if not this?”

“I’m only here because of a debt, Pyrite.”

“I don’t care about that debt,” he chuckled. “The moment I saw you, the debt was cleared. Neither your brother nor your pop were a concern of mine.” He kissed my neck. “The only thing I cared about was the beautiful woman I saw at her bakery.”

“You mean your bakery?”

“You want it back?” he asked as he continued to kiss me. “You can have it once you realize you ain’t going anywhere. What else do you want?” Another kiss was placed, this one under my chin. “The arena?” Another kiss, this one on the corner of my mouth. “The plane?” He kissed the tip of my nose. “This house?” He kissed my left eye. “The one I’m building in Texas?” My right eye.

“Why are you building a house in Texas?” I asked.

“For when you want to visit,” he answered, kissing my cheek. “Even though Citrine owns all those hotels, I hate laying in other people’s beds. I like my own.” He kissed the corner of my mouth and then chuckled. “Fable, don’t you realize that everything in my possession is yours to have?” His lips brushed mine. “There is only one thing I will ever say no to.”

“My freedom.”

He rested his forehead against mine and smiled. “You’re free,” he said, then softly chuckled.

“No, I’m not, Pyrite, because you refuse to let me go,” I replied. I never broke eye contact because I needed him to know how serious I was. “I feel like I’m suffocating. I never know what you’ll do or how you’ll react.”

“Are you scared of me, Fable?” he moved my hair from my face and rested his forearm above my head. “Hmm, do you fear me?”

“No,” I answered truthfully. “You don’t scare me.”

“Then why do you want to leave so bad?” he asked. He used the hand that wasn’t above my head to touch my belly. He trailed his fingers up and down my stomach a few times, then played with the band of my boy shorts. “Do I not make you happy?” He pushed his hand into my panties and cupped my pussy. “Do I not take care of you?” Two fingers thrust into me, and his thumb pressed into my clit. “Do I not put all your needs before mine?”

“Yes,” I moaned as he fucked me with his hand. “But-”

“But what?” he questioned as he worked me over. “Hmm, Fable, but what?”

I wanted to tell him that wasn’t enough, but I couldn’t. My words were lodged in my throat, and the faster he moved his hand, the further down they went. His thumb pushed against my clit harder, and my legs started to shake. The way my body responded to him was unfair to my brain. I needed them to beon one accord so I could think, but it wasn’t happening. My body wanted him, his touch, kiss, shit — it craved it and him. My brain was still fighting him, fighting the fact that he and this situation were unconventional as hell. We weren’t supposed to be doing this. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

“Pyrite,” I moaned as I pulled against my restraints. My body was getting hot, and I couldn’t catch my breath as my orgasm started to take over.

“Tell me what you need, Fable,” he said as his lips brushed against mine. “I’ll give you anything; all you have to do is tell me.”

“I-I-I,” I stuttered and shook my head. No, he wouldn’t give me anything, and he knew it.

“Just tell me,” he encouraged me. “I promise, it's yours.”

My brain, body, and heart aligned instantly, and the answer sat on the tip of my tongue. I gasped at the realization, and Pyrite took that moment to kiss me. He kissed me with so much passion that I couldn’t stop the orgasm that took over my body. Heat rushed from my head to the tip of my back and back up. My back arched off the bed, and Pyrite pulled his hand back. Just as I came down from my orgasm, I felt Pyrite rip my panties off, and the head of his dick sat at the opening of my pussy.

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