Page 42 of Captured Obsession

I growl, ripping down her pants, then I slide myfinger around to her asshole. “Has anyone taken this ass,mishka?” She goes still, and I immediately know the answer.

“I'm not ready for that.”

I lean closer and breathe against her ear. “And how would you feel if I shove these beads up there?” I ask, still teasing her with them. “I want every hole occupied—owned by me.”

Her breath hitches, a moment of uncertainty passing between us. I’ve wondered how my deprivations affect her. Maybe this is where she draws the line.

“O-okay,” she agrees hesitantly, and a feral sound rumbles from me. Dear God, this woman is fucking made for me. I stuff two of my fingers into her mouth, wetting them with her saliva, and then return them to her asshole.

“Tell me if you need to stop,” I say as I slowly press one of my fingers into her ass. Her back arches as her hips thrust against the friction of the beads. “Are you ready for me to fill you with my cock,mishka?”

“Yes.”

I hook one of her legs over my hip, lining my cock up with her pussy, then hold there, purposely drawing out the suspense as I begin to finger her asshole, giving her time to adjust to the sensation.

She gasps as I thrust into her. I steal her breath on a silent curse as I shove my tongue down her throat. I slam her against the wall, my cock pounding into her,as I slowly remove my finger from her asshole and replace it with my beaded bracelet.

I press two beads in at a time. Breaking from our kiss, leaving her panting, I remind her with another thrust, “I thought you were going to put on a performance.”

She chokes on a loud sob, and my cock kicks with a strange mix of hate for the feigned hurt and a twisted type of pleasure.

She takes everything I'm doing to her—perfect in every way—panting heavily and noticeably confused as to what hole she should focus on.

Sienna desperately kisses me, her tiny whimpers enough for me to know she's just as into this as I am.

Fuck me, she's perfect.

“Nikolai… I’m going to…”

“Not until I say you can.” She releases another whimper, and I pound even harder into her, breaking the barely-there leash I restrain myself with.

“Scream,” I demand, and thrust with a cruel snap of my hips.

She does, the shrill cry reverberating against my need to protect. Then her lips are back on mine, hungrily feasting.

Fuck.

I grit my teeth and explode into her as she buries her face in my neck.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers as her pussy clamps around my dick and milks every last drop of cum fromit. Her leg trembles under my tight grip, and she bites down on my bottom lip, dragging it out as she comes.

I press my forehead against hers as I try to steady my breathing, and we fall into an easy rhythm.

“This is kind of fucked up, isn't it?” she asks quietly, catching her breath.

“Call it whatever you like, but you were savage just now,mishka.”

She offers a slow nod as I cup her jaw. I’m barely able to make out the features of her face, but I already know every intricate detail. “That’s what scares me most.”

And I can hear the truth in that. That this perfect little doll isn't used to being corrupted. And it surprises even me how far she's willing to let me push her.

I slowly pull the beaded bracelet from her body, then slide it around my wrist once again.

“Now, act like I forced your soul to leave your body,” I instruct, insinuating that soon we’ll have to leave this space and confront my men.

“I think for a second there, you did,” she replies, still trying to catch her breath.

I’m grateful for the dark, so she can’t see my amused smile or how easily she gets under my skin with her offhand comments. I'm a greedy man, because even after she’s given me all of this, I still want more.