Page 66 of Bound in Obsession
“It’s my first time,” I whisper, voice trembling.
“I know,” he says gently, brushing my hair back from my face. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
He rubs my clit again with his fingers, slow and soothing, while kissing my neck and whispering soft words against my skin, how beautiful I am, how perfect I feel, how he’s going to make it so good for me. Slowly, I start to relax.
He pushes forward, just an inch. I gasp at the stretch, the slight burn.
“Easy, baby,” he soothes, holding still. “You’re doing so good.”
I nod, breathing through it. He eases in another inch, then another, whispering praises the entire time. When he finally bottoms out, seated fully inside me, I feel impossibly full. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but there’s something else underneath it, a deep, aching pleasure.
He stays completely still, buried inside me, jaw clenched with restraint.
“You okay?” he asks, voice strained.
I nod. “It’s… a lot. But don’t stop.”
He starts moving, slow, gentle rolls of his hips, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in. The pain gradually dulls, melting into something warm and electric. Every thrust sends sparks through my body. I start meeting his movements, hips rising to take him deeper.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Take me, baby. Just like that.”
His hand slips between us, rubbing my clit in tight circles as he fucks me. The pleasure builds fast and overwhelming. I’m moaning shamelessly now, legs wrapped around his waist, eye closed.
“Eyes on me,” he commands softly.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes, the way he’s looking straight into my soul while he moves inside me, undoes me completely.
I come hard, crying out his name, my walls clenching around him in pulsing waves. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, picking up the pace just a little, hitting a deeper angle that makes my breasts bounce with every thrust.
“Come again for me,” he growls.
I shake my head, gasping. I already came three times. “I can’t— I don’t think?—”
“Yes you can.” He angles his hips and hits that perfect spot again and again. “Come on my cock, baby.”
The next orgasm hits me even harder. I scream his name, back arching off the bed as pleasure rips through me. My vision whites out for a moment.
Nico groans deeply, hips stuttering. “Fuck, Eleonora?—”
He buries himself to the hilt and comes with a rough groan of my name, spilling deep inside me in hot pulses. He stays there, buried deep, forehead pressed to mine as we both try to catch our breath.
Nico brings his lips to mine and kisses me again.
Soft, lingering kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, then finally my lips, deep and slow, like he’s savoring me. “You did so good, baby,” he whispers against my mouth, voice rough but impossibly gentle. “So fucking good for me.”
I’m stunned by the tenderness. This is Nico, the cold, terrifying man who kidnapped me, who beat a man bloody in his basement.
Yet right now he’s holding me like I’m something fragile, something precious. His hands caress my sides, my waist, my thighs, soothing the tremors still running through my body.
He pulls back slightly, eyes searching mine. “How do you feel? Was I too rough?”
I shake my head, still catching my breath. “No… I’m okay.”
We stay like that for a long moment, just staring at each other in the quiet. Then he slowly eases out of me. I wince at the sting, and sudden emptiness.
Nico looks down between us. His cock is glistening with my arousal… and streaks of blood. My blood. He doesn’t say anything. He simply stands, walks into the bathroom, and I hear water running.
I lie there, staring at the ceiling.What have I done?
