Page 104 of Tainted Obsession 1
“I can’t,” I pant, my entire body heating with embarrassment and dark desire. “Massimo, please…”
“You can,” he commands, sliding one desire-slicked finger past my tight ring of muscles. “You will. You will give me everything, Evelyn. All of you. You’remine.”
I clamp down on his invading finger, struggling to resist the penetration. My cheeks flame, and my thighs quake. He licks the fresh wash of my wanton desire from my throbbing pussy and hums his approval.
“Good girl. You love being mine, don’t you? You’ll do anything for me.”
The last isn’t a question; it’s the absolute truth. I will give this man anything he asks of me.
And I trust him to make me feel good. He gives me transcendent ecstasy, and there’s no room for shame or shyness between us.
I take a breath and relax, allowing his finger to slide deeper.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “You’re being so good for me,farfallina.My brave girl.”
His praise is a trigger, and my orgasm crests before his tongue touches my pussy again. The bliss elicited by his approval sends me flying high, and my inner muscles contract with only his finger stimulating me.
His teeth graze my clit, and I scream his name, my back bowing with the force of my orgasm.
When I’m trembling and utterly spent, he presses one final kiss to my inner thigh and pulls away. He towers over me, his eyes shining like a wolf who’s just cornered his prey.
I stare up at him, panting and slightly dizzy from the relentless pleasure. His sensual lips curve in a wicked smirk, a dark expression of masculine arrogance and satisfaction.
He grasps my hips and abruptly flips me over. One arm hooks around me, pulling me up onto my knees while his other hand applies pressure to my shoulders. He positions me so that my back arches, and my ass is offered up to him. His long fingers encircle my neck from behind, pressing my cheek into the pillow.
The dominant squeeze on my nape makes me soften instinctively, and I submit to his will with a long, contented sigh. I let go of all my worries and insecurities. An invisible weight lifts from me, and I feel light enough to float away. Only his hand on my neck keeps me tethered to reality, and my full focus centers on him.
“Stay,” he commands.
A sharp, shockingslapresounds through the bedroom, and stinging heat blooms on my bottom.
The spanking isn’t necessary to earn my submission, but the dominant act makes me sink deeper into the power he holds over me. The strength of his will supports me, his control setting me free. The heat from the light blow sinks into my flesh, reaching my aching core.
I’ve already lost track of my orgasms, but I need him inside me. I need to feel him filling me up until he brands me with his cum.
I hear a drawer opening, but I keep my face meekly pressed against the pillow, remaining exactly where he commanded me to stay. My panting breaths turn deep and even as I fully relax into his control.
Something cold and slick drops onto my exposed asshole, and I yelp in shock. His arm around my waist anchors me in place, reassuring me even as he traps me.
“I’m going to plug your ass,” he tells me. “We’ll start training you so that you can take my cock one day.”
He strokes my bottom, his fingers trailing over the spot where he spanked me. My sensitive skin tingles, and a shiver races through me.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Relax and trust me.”
I nod. I trust him with my life, my heart, and my soul.
“I’m yours,” I murmur, the promise breathy with lustful devotion.
The tip of the plug presses against my tight hole. I take a deep breath and release all of my lingering tension on a long exhale, allowing him to penetrate me with the toy. He gently pumps it into me, the slow thrusts lighting up sensitive pleasure centers I’ve never known I possess.
My breaths come quicker, elevated with desire and a hint of strain as I struggle to accept the strange intrusion. He shushes me gently and circles my clit with his free hand. Pleasure washes through me in a warm wave, and the plug slides deeper inside me.
A light burning sensation edges into my pleasure, and I turn my face into the pillow with a soft whine.
“You can take it,” he promises. “You’re being such a good girl for me. Almost there.”
The widest part of the plug slips into me, and my tight ring of muscles closes around the narrower base. I feel almost unbearably full, stretched in a way that’s utterly foreign and slightly uncomfortable. He continues toying with my clit, and the discomfort morphs into dark pleasure.
