Page 111 of Devious Obsession
I run my finger up her center, noting with pride that she’s wet. She doesn’t react to the intrusion of my finger, or my thumb resting on her clit. I stroke her, finger-fucking her, until Idoget a reaction. Her cunt clenches on my fingers, and her body goes rigid. Not as powerful as when she’s awake, but I’ll take it.
I pull away. My jersey is still on her torso, her nipples poking through the fabric. I push it up and expose her breasts, undoing the bra and maneuvering it off without removing the jersey.
Then my true task begins.
In the corner of my closet is a box of supplies.
Ordered from a local shop, along with a quick lesson. The box is also filled with practice material. I made sure I could do it without issue before I’d even attempt it on Aspen.
And still, there are risks.
What I should’ve done was bring her to a shop.
Had a professional do it.
But she’d never agree—and the thought of someone else seeing her in this state is unthinkable.
I set out a towel and lay out my supplies, then take the cheap disposable razor and clean the area. She’s already shaved—or waxed, maybe, I don’t know—so my job is easier. I turn on my overhead light and glance up at Aspen’s face.
She’s so fucking peaceful. Beautiful.
Andmine.
With a small smile, I get to work.
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Iwake up to weight.
And intense pleasure.
I groan and shift, trying to bring my arms down. They’re stuck over my head.
Blank fear hits me for a moment, until I force my eyes open. Steele is over me, thrusting into me like he’s trying to wake me up. His cock stretches me, hitting a spot inside me that feelstoogood.
The pops of pleasure are addicting. Thrilling, even.
“That’s one way to wake a girl up,” I mumble. My mouth is dry. The more aware I become, the more I feel like something is wrong. Beyond Steele initiating sex before I was even awake…
He leans down and slides his arm under me, gripping me to his body. He buries his face in my neck, groaning and panting. “You came before you woke up,” he says in my ear. “But I think you want to come again, don’t you, sweetheart?”
How long has he been…?
My head swims, and I screw my eyes shut tighter.
I try to move my legs, to drag them up higher, but they don’t move.
“Breathe,” he groans in my ear. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Stop,” I say, trying to fight against him.
He’s just… everywhere. In me and around me. He’s all I can smell and see, and my heart is going to pound out of my chest.
“No.” His teeth scrape my neck, and then his lips are on mine. His tongue in my mouth as suffocating as a gag. He pulls back and looks down at me.
The light is on. The one on his nightstand.
