Bound Obsession (BDSM Erotica) (Club Taboo Book 1)

by Wilder, Veronica

  “Interesting,” he said. As he twisted her hair around his fingers, Patrick tilted his head, and Abigail was only able to breathe again when a strange smile expanded about his face.

  “Maybe you’re more ready for this than either one of us know.”

  Pulling her off the floor, Patrick kept her at arm’s length, but she reveled in the return of his touch on her skin. He lowered his lips, seemed ready to kiss her, but then he stopped.

  “Let’s try this again.”

  He guided her back to the bed and laid her out. Abigail’s arms were like putty as he started to bind her. This time he didn’t ask if the knots were too constricting, and to her delight, they weren’t. But as she gave the ropes a light pull, Abigail realized with utter certainty that she was trapped, and as he retrieved he whip from the floor, her body braced for an assault.

  “No.”

  Placing the weapon back on the table, he curled close to her and touched her face.

  “Not yet at least.”

  His voice held the promise of some kind of future, but as her mouth worked to form the question, he brought his palm to her lips, and even though he gagged her with his skin, Abigail was relieved to simply taste him.

  “If I do this,” he started, “you will play by the rules. And no more lies. Understand?”

  She nodded slowly, but he pressed harder into her whimpering flesh.

  “Because I can’t have that,” Patrick continued. “No one plays me for a fool and gets away with it. Do you follow?”

  Again she nodded, and the return of his warm smile nearly allowed her to forget the knots, and she focused on his fingers as they started to explore her body.

  Patrick touched her with hands both curious but still knowing every pause that could bring fresh trembles to her skin. Reaching for her thighs, his fingers ran back and forth, always stopping short of her pussy, frustrating her need as he grazed her legs. At one point he started to push inside her, and Abigail opened her body to accept any part of him that she could clench down upon. His cock remained hidden, but this would do, and as she weakly pulled at the ropes, she believed that he had forgiven her. Because this was not punishment. It was bliss. It was---

  “No, Abigail.”

  As his hands abandoned her body, she moaned in sheer frustration, and when he left the bed altogether, her eyes turned towards the whip. Better that he should shower her in blows than leave her like this. But she could cum without him. It wouldn’t be as sweet, but at least she would find some release.

  “And you’re not doing that either.”

  She started to shake her head when he fell back and stroked her cunt for all of a second and brought her wet warmth to his mouth. Abigail moaned through tight lips as he sucked on her thwarted orgasm.

  “You will wait, or you will leave now. With nothing.”

  Pressing her thighs together, Abigail fought to stifle the lust boiling in her soul. She was not going to fail. He was giving her a second chance, and she wanted to prove that she belonged. Vanilla as she was, she could hold her own.

  Until he finally made the ultimate move.

  Stripping his boxers away, she gaped at the sight of his massive cock primed and ready to engulf her body. Despite the lack or permission, she eased her legs apart and offered her watering cunt, ready to experience every sleek inch of his invasion.

  “You want this,” Patrick said as he took his cock in his hand. Climbing back to the bed, he brought the tip to her mouth, and Abigail opened wide to suckle, to feel it, him, inside her. But before her lips could take hold, Patrick fell back and seized her quaking thighs.

  “I don’t know,” he said. “Would you even know what to do with it?”

  Despite her confined position, Abigail felt certain, more than certain, that she could prove pleasing in his eyes. And the rest of him. Stretching up against the ropes, she breathed into his eyes, and her voice came out in a ragged whisper.

  “Just… just give me a chance,” she pleased. “I want to be here. I… I want to be with you.”

  He held her gaze for what felt like an eternity, and Abigail feared that she had crumbed the play when she was so close to having him. On the verge of begging his forgiveness, Patrick pushed her back to the bed.

  “Then let’s see.”

  Spreading her legs wide, Abigail accepted his cock with little effort. He slid inside as if he was made for her opening, and her moist walls embraced his piece. Taking hold of this first victory, she could not resist the need to hold him, and as he settled inside her, Abigail arched her hips forward. Writhing around him, against him, she loathed his stillness and started to beg for more when he pushed her back to the pillows, his hands soft on her face.

  “You will wait until I say. Or you’ll go now.”

  Forget the whip. This was total torture. She had Patrick’s cock inside her, and she believed that with one supreme thrust, he could send her spinning into a total abyss. He made no move to please her and seemed to revel in her whimpering frustration. But she had to hang on to the chance that he would save her from herself again, and so she waited with gritted teeth as he touched her cheeks, stained with tears of desire, and as he kissed them away, his smile suddenly seemed warm.

  “Do you want me now?” he asked.

  “Yes! Please!”

  Abigail feared that her response was too swift, and she tried to bite back her words. But it was too late; he had heard her, and she was afraid that he would leave her now, suspended in endless defeat.

  “Fine,” he said. “You were my good girl. You waited.”

  He kissed her eyes before he finished his thought.

  “Here is your reward.”

  Driving his cock deeper, Abigail felt as if she would splinter under the forced of his sudden thrusts. He spun around her, stopping every few seconds to capture more of her cunt, and Abigail welcomed the conquest. Every few seconds he drew back, teasing her, leaving her to moan into the pillows and only want more. And still she kept her lust in check without speaking the word or making the move that would assure her that their desire could mingle together in hot waves. Would she die like this? Hoping for something that he never had any intention of giving? When he started to pull out, Abigail’s soul shattered, and she started to feel that all was lost until he returned to her with a grand thrust.

  “You can scream now, Abigail.”

  Not like with Walter. Now she wanted to.

  Her lips parted as his cock completely filled her cunt. Patrick pulsed around her, within her, and her pussy expanded without tearing. It was as if her body was made for this moment, and as she accepted his cock, she tugged at the ropes. But not because she wanted release; the ropes were nothing. As he flooded her veins with so much desire that she thought she would burst, Abigail only wanted her hands free so that she could hold him closer and rest her hands to his heaving back.

  “But you haven’t earned that,” he said as he kept her wrists down.

  Finishing inside her, his cock softened, and she was amazed as he released her from the ropes. Rubbing her arms vigorously, he returned the circulation to her skin, and he lightly kissed his cheek as she obeyed his orders and kept her longing hands from his face, his arms, his chest.

  “You did well,” Patrick murmured as he reclined at her side. Tracing the lines of her parted lips, his face was an expressionless mask until the moment when she started to weep, a mixture of satisfaction and frustration coloring her tears.

  “Don’t tell me you’re sad?” he challenged.

  Not really. She couldn’t be when he was so close to her. Memories of what might have been at Club Taboo still scared her, but this man was different. She was lucky to have found him.

  Even luckier that he had given her another shot at the prize.

  “No,” she said. “Thank you.”

  Patrick folded her into his arms. Her nails grazed the sweating surface of his skin, and she felt sure enough that she could hold him now. Abigail nearly made the move when the need fo
r sleep surrounded her, and she slipped into dreams of having him again and again as she collapsed in his embrace.

  Chapter 6

  Who was she?

  When he first saw her, Patrick knew that she was not a regular. And maybe she did look as if she was trying too hard. Even as he had yet to take her for an amateur, he’d be damned if he let Walter Ross put his hands on her. The man was a freak; his idea of climax was to bloody their lips and noses until they had no choice but to seek him and only him out again if they were going to earn their tips, and they were terrified that if they gave themselves to any other client, Walter’s wrath would prove harsh and fatal. He recalled trying to tell one of the tiny blondes, the one that called herself Iris, that he could show her a better time if she just went with him. Iris shook her head furiously, and her shoulders sagged as she took Walter Ross’ hand and vanished into one of the back rooms. Next night, she was gone. And the night after and the night after. Patrick asked Mistress Serena what had happened. The woman said that the girl was off for greener pastures. He only saw her one other time. Iris had a flat paid in full, and her bruises were nearly healed. But she walked with a limp, something that she would never shake.

  And when he saw Abigail, his first thought was to save her from that.

  She started to stir in his arms, and Patrick held her tighter in an effort to ease her from any bad dreams. He had been furious when he learned what she was, a liar who had no right to be at the club in the first place. But she had submitted like a pro, and now he only wanted to keep her close. Confined if he could. No. He didn’t really mean that. Bird like her should have the chance to stretch her wings at every chance.

  “I… I fell asleep,” Abigail said.

  Her voice was full of apologies, and he was quick to calm her fears by placing a kiss to her lips.

  “I get that,” he said. “Quite a show. I’m proud of you.”

  Abigail lowered her eyes and started to pull away from him, but Patrick held her fast and would not let her leave his embrace.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice thick and husky. As his gaze settled on the full curve of her lips, he could feel her trembling. With any other girl, every other girl, there was something about a seductive quiver that made him hard as a rock. Abigail was no exception, and yet the idea of scaring her off was something that he could not accept.

  “Mr. Dorson,” she started. “I---”

  “Patrick,” he said, cutting her off, correcting her. He wanted her to use his name, and he longed to hear it coming through her parted lips in exhilarated screams when he took her again. When he finally deemed her ready for the crack of the whip.

  And under his tutelage, anything was possible.

  “I… it was just beginner’s luck,” she said. “And I… I don’t want to ruin the memory.”

  Abigail’s voice fell away in a weary sigh, but she did not try to bolt again and only laid her head against his muscled chest. Patrick could feel his heartbeat intensifying as she nuzzled his flesh. He shouldn’t want to take the time with her; he could go back to Club Taboo and find at least a dozen girls already primed for anything. But her eyes, her hands, the soft heat of her breath as it trailed down his chest and drifted around his hardened cock only strengthened his resolve.

  “Abigail.”

  Now he made the first move and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. On his knees, a position that he would see her in night after night for as long as he wanted, longer even, Patrick took her hand and rolled her palm around his fingers.

  “I am proud, Abigail,” he said. “In the end, you did everything that I asked. More.”

  He felt her tense when his voice fell silent, but before she could ask him where the but was, Patrick was unable to resist the lure of her lips, and he kissed her quickly. She whimpered against him in protest for all of a second, but then her body calmed around him, and Patrick’s soul lightened when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Maybe he was letting her touch him too soon, by he liked the feel of her hands.

  As soon as their lips parted, Abigail brought her mouth to his ear and nipped his skin lightly.

  A virgin and a vixen for the price of one. No way I’m letting this one out of my sight.

  Cupping her flushed face in his hands, he kissed away the tears starting to form in her eyes and let his breath wash over her cheeks.

  “And you will do more still,” he commanded. “You’re perfect with me, and I can’t even tell you how it feels when you let me dominate you.”

  Sensing her resolve to flee into the dawn falling away, Patrick shifted forward and pressed her body back to the bed. He had no time to fool around with the ropes and simply captured both of her wrists in one hand and held them tight over her head. As he buried his head in her breasts, his tongue glided down her captive body and swirled around her tiny navel. He could already sense the lust teeming from her cunt, and he moved close to taste the birth of her climax. But again he wanted everything on his terms, and he raced up her body, leaving her no choice but to moan in the agony of ecstasy as he kept her wrists confined and ran his free hand across her face.

  “You want it again, don’t you?” Patrick asked, already knowing her answer before she choked out the desired response.

  “And you’re going to trust me to make everything that I want what you want.”

  No more questions. These were blank statements, and the swiftness of her nod forced his mouth to hers again. He savored the sweet groan of her kiss, and as he teased her pussy with his cock, he spoke slowly.

  “But there are rules, Abigail,” he continued. “Shall I tell you what they are?”

  Now her nod was not enough.

  “I need the words.”

  “Yes,” she muttered. “Tell me… tell me what I have to do.”

  He remained on the verge of consuming her and pressed his face to hers.

  “For starters, Club Taboo is out,” Patrick said. “No one else will so much as look at you when you’re mine. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Patrick. But---”

  Tightening his hold, he smirked. It was going to take her some time to become acquainted with everything that he needed, but then he permitted her to ask her question. But only one.

  “I… but I need a job. I---”

  Such a babe in the woods! It was intoxicating.

  “I’ll take care of you,” he promised. “I don’t want you distracted in my bed.”

  But now she looked troubled, and he settled his face to her neck.

  “You may ask me one more question,” Patrick said. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

  He felt her flesh excite in the face of his demand, but he wanted to hear the sound of her voice.

  “So I’m to be your whore?” she asked.

  He didn’t like that word; it sullied everything that was special, everything that he wanted to give her. But he would permit her misconception for this morning.

  But not for one minute longer.

  “No. You’re my prized pupil. So let me foot the bill for your tuition. I’ll even throw in a stipend.”

  He waited for her to offer some new objection to his conditions, but then her lips curled into a shy smile that made him harder than ever.

  “So I’m on scholarship?” Abigail teased.

  She still had the best of her wit about her. Good. He would see that she kept things in that vein. He liked a challenge out of bed. But between the sheets…?

  “And I demand a high grade point average, or the funding stops.”

  Patrick moved fast to squelch any unmitigated fears that might burn in her breast with a fierce plunge. His cock slid inside her with supreme ease, and as her body arched up to know him again, Patrick held her to the bed.

  “But somehow I think that you’re going to get my highest marks,” Patrick said.

  He wanted to just linger inside her and probe the depths of her hot cunt. But suddenly his need trumped the effort to
just play, and Patrick started rocking his hips against her thighs. His cock expanded around her flesh, and he groaned as her muscles clenched him tighter. The walls of her cunt were like a glove cradling his cock, and as he started to release inside her, he wondered what she could do, what she could be when she was properly trained. But for this moment, that could wait. He had to have her.

  “A minus,” Patrick said as his explosion commenced in full force. A plus would be on his terms, and he was excited by the prospect…

  “Abigail?”

  He was stunned as she propelled her body forward and clutched at his chest. Her nails burrowed into his back, but she stopped short of scratching. Pity. He wanted to feel his flesh torn way by her hands. Only hers. Patrick was on the verge of asking her to make the move when she fell hard against him. Together, as one, they swirled around the sheets. He watched her writhing above him and focused on nothing but the burning of his cock until she lowered her eyelids.

  “No,” he said in a ragged voice. “Keep them open.”

  She was slow, slower than he would have liked to obey the order, but soon her hazel eyes appeared in full force, and he felt drugged as the misty pools honed in on his. He loved her eyes, the way that they seemed to change color in the light of a new day. At the club, they were dark green, like the eyes of a cat. But now, with the fresh sunlight pouring through the windows, her eyes were the soft color of honey, and he relished the contradiction of her innocence mingled with the vibration of her pussy as she accepted all of his cock.

  “There it is,” he said. “And it belongs to me now.”

  Shooting up, he pushed her back into the pillows. Abigail’s body was completely under his control as he held her down and ensnared her with the force of his thrusts. Her voice came out in the form of weak whimpers as he touched her sides and grinned on the precipice of his climax. But now he needed her voice, and as he twirled his cock deeper into her cunt, her entire body quivered underneath him, and his pulse intensified until her lips parted.