Page 95 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
He leaned back, then snapped his fingers, gesturing for me to come to his side. The feeling of being treated like a pet was something I despised, but I had another week of servitude to endure before my freedom would be restored. Reluctantly, I walked over to his side, and the moment I drew near, he seized me and tossed me over his lap, causing my skirt to ride up and expose my bare ass.
“Hey!” I protested, attempting to squirm away, but he firmly pinned me down with his hand.
“When it comes to running your mouth, you just never learn, and I can practically hear it when you roll your eyes,” he growled, before his hand descended upon my sore ass. To my surprise, the spank was surprisingly gentle, delivering a sting that contrasted with the previous severity. He was back topunishing me like two lovers playfully indulging in bedroom games.
“No! Not this again!” I exclaimed, wriggling uncomfortably on his lap as his hand repeatedly landed on my ass. “No! I hate it!”
“Good,” he chuckled, unperturbed by my protests.
“Stop! Use the cane on me. Just don’t do this!” I implored.
“Because you actually like it?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“No, it’s awful, and even more degrading,” I snapped, twisting my head to the side just as his hand landed on my ass once more. “And my ass is already sore!”
“I’m not hitting that hard,” he retorted.
“Beside the point! It still hurts.”
“Then stop being a brat. Serve me like a good slave, and refrain from speaking against me,” he admonished before delivering another spanking.
I emitted a sound that hovered between a moan and a groan as his hand landed on my ass one last time. I thought this signified the end of my punishment, but then his hand ventured between my legs, gliding over my wet pussy.
“Shit,” I whispered as his fingers moved sensually across my clit, igniting sensations that coursed through my entire body.
“You always seem to love your punishments, whether it’s rough or soft,” he remarked, his touch stirring a mixture of pleasure and discomfort within me.
“No, they are all awful!” I growled, attempting to resist the overwhelming sensations he was evoking.
“Your body says otherwise,” he countered, his fingers continuing their seductive dance on my sensitive flesh.
“It’s... just a reaction.”
“So if I stopped, you wouldn’t want more?” he inquired.
“Of course not.”
His fingers abruptly retreated. A moan of protest involuntarily escaped my lips, betraying my desire despite my protests.
“Well, I want more,” he declared, surprising me as he pushed me up to stand, then began removing his pants, lowering them seductively.
I watched with a mixture of fascination and need as he stroked his semi-hard cock to full arousal. My core tightened in craving anticipation as I saw his length on full display. He then seized me and positioned me to straddle him, slowly guiding me down onto his cock. We both moaned in unison as he entered me.
The sensations overwhelmed me, and I instinctively began moving, establishing a rhythm that would drive both of us to ecstasy.
“Time for dessert,” he murmured as he pulled me closer, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. I readily surrendered to his mouth, our tongues dancing in an intoxicating duet.
His hands gripped my hips, urging me to quicken my pace, causing me to gasp for breath.
“You look so good like this,” he whispered, his hands sliding higher, pushing my partly-open shirt down, immobilizing my arms but unveiling my breasts.
He leaned in, hungrily sucking on one of my nipples, and I couldn’t suppress my loud moans of pleasure as I increased the intensity of my movements. An impending orgasm loomed, but before I could reach it, Jared groaned, indicating that he had climaxed before me.
He leaned back against the couch, wearing a satisfied grin, while I blinked at him in bewilderment.
“What? You said you wouldn’t want more. I said I did.”
Asshole, I thought, noticing the challenge in his eyes. I had to admit that I wanted him, or else he wouldn’t have allowed me to climax. Could I find the courage to say it? In the past, I had managed it, but those moments had been marked with confusion and distress. Now, what were my true feelings? What did I truly desire? The words danced on the tip of my tongue,yet something within me hesitated to speak them aloud. Jared seemed to take amusement in my hesitation, and he leaned in closer.
