Shades Of Obsession
Page 68
I shrugged. “What to do, what to do.”
“At this point…I’m going to lick every nook and cranny of your tight little pussy. We’re not just going to make love, we’re going to make it last.” Before I could open my mouth, he covered it with his. He seemed to dispense with restraint as he licked and sucked me, acquainting me to the determined ruthlessness of a sadist’s pace. The appeasement of yet another orgasm took me like a thief, as if I were someone else, as if he’d transformed me into someone else. We weren’t mismatched people fucking and tearing at each other. Quite simply, we were a good match.
It was almost 2:22 AM when Alexander stopped moving, and after one last, harsh thrust, he rested his forehead on mine and came. “Can’t get enough of you, Elena.”
My eyes half-closed and my breathing ragged, I lay there, cautiously bringing an arm up to wrap it around his shoulders. Eventually he rolled onto his side, nestled up against me and fell asleep.
A long sigh slipped from my mouth. I pulled myself up to go to the bathroom. The air was cool and the room was dark. We were far from the bay area and the sounds of the city. Somehow, in spite of the wreckage Alexander had caused by kidnapping me, I felt…great. Recalling the previous hours, I sensed a flutter in my stomach. Happy doesn’t even begin to cover it. Felt as if all my bad memories were gone.
Erased.
First I’d felt thoroughly objectified when he ordered me to spread my legs, then I felt thoroughly slutty as he indefatigably worked me into a state of higher arousal. He’d been relentless with me, spending a good amount of time coddling and coaxing my most sensitive parts, all lips and tongue and fingers, pausing only to urge me—in characteristically explicit gestures and vulgar terms—to come for him as he sucked my clit as if it were a favored piece of candy. He loved fiercely and left his marks on his obsession, for better or for worse. “Thank you so much,” I whispered in the dark. It was then that I realized I’d never put as much meaning into those words as I’d just done. A man had reduced me to his plaything…and I’d thanked him? As the happiness of a dream fulfilled began to slip away, one question simmered to the top of my mind: where do I possibly go from here?
TO BE CONTINUED…