Page 131 of Indecent Obsession
“Play with me?” My insides spin with desire. Last time he played with me he made me come so many times.
“Hunt you.” He drags his finger down the side of my neck, making me quiver. “I want you to fight me off.”
“Wyatt.” Need pulses through me. A need only he can fulfill.
“Open the box.”
My eyes open and I take in the beautiful red dress before reaching for the box. He grabs my hips to keep me from moving away from his heat. Like I could if I wanted to. I’m drawn to his heat, unable to resist the burns he might leave behind.
I open the box. Inside is a thin black choker with a little bow tied in the ribbon. The ends of the ribbon hold tiny diamonds. His arms surround me as he lifts the choker from the box and brings it around my neck.
“You belong to me, trouble.”
I don’t protest. But my heart flips.
“You belong to us,” he says softer.
My heart settles. He’s getting there. He hooks the choker around my neck.
“I may not be able to claim you in public, but when I see you wearing this, I’ll know you’re mine.”
When I touch it, part of me is so fucking proud to wear this for him.
I reach for the dress.
“Not yet, trouble.” His hands rest heavily on my shoulders.
I clasp my hands in front of me. Punishment. I groan internally. Seminaked punishment, though… That perks me up.
“Do you understand why we have rules?” He strokes down my shoulder blades before releasing my bra. He draws it off me and puts it on top of the dress.
I shiver. “So you can control me?”
His hands glide down my sides following the curve of my waist to the top of my panties. He slips them down my legs.
I’m sure he can smell my arousal as it becomes an aching need.
“Step out of them.” It’s an order.
I do as I’m told, hoping for so much more. My panties join my bra and the dress.
“We already know you can’t control when you orgasm and that you’re sensitive.” He cups my breasts and I release my breath, falling back into his heat. “You come from having your breasts caressed and from giving head. Do you know how lucky that is?”
“Yes.” I know there are some women who can’t orgasm at all. One of my electives in college was about the psychology of sex. It was fascinating.
He pinches my nipple, sending a burst of pain and pleasure through me. I gasp.
“Stay put, trouble.” He draws away with a little chuckle.
When he walks around his bed, my gaze follows him. He opens the second drawer on his nightstand and shifts the objects inside before lifting something out. He’s careful not to show me though.
“Bend over and brace your hands on the footboard.” Wyatt strokes his hand down my back as I lower. “Your punishment is free use during breakfast.”
“What does that mean?” I shiver when I hear the squirt of lube. His fingers trail over my asshole before sliding inside. “Fuck.”
I’m already so sensitive and ready to come.
“Meaning. That if someone wants to put their cock in your mouth, you let them use your mouth. If they want to fuck your tight little cunt while you eat, you let them.”
