Page 7 of Adam’s Obsession

WILDKAT: Yes. It’s in me.

It was. Deep and hard. It set up a low rumbling thatresonated through her womb.

SAVAGE: Now close your legs. Tight. Take the belt from yourrobe and wrap it around your upper thighs. Tie it tight so your legs can’tdrift open. I want you to feel the belt holding your legs closed. I want you toknow you can’t spread your legs, no matter how hard you try. I want thatvibrator trapped inside you. As deep as it can go.

She grabbed the belt and blindly followed his instructions.Nudging the vibrator in farther, she closed her legs and lashed her thighstogether with the soft belt.

And she moaned. The sensation of vulnerability, of helplessarousal, swamped her. Although she was in complete control of the situation, hewas the one who drove her, commanded her. And she knew it.

SAVAGE: How are you doing?

WILDKAT: I don’t know if I can take much more. I’m so closeto the edge.

SAVAGE: Me too, baby. Let’s ride this out together.

WILDKAT: Are you playing with your cock?

SAVAGE: Just a little. I’m so horny, if I go too far I’llexplode.

WILDKAT: Isn’t that the point?

SAVAGE: Yeah, but I’m enjoying this too much. I want to dragit out. When this is over, I don’t want you to have any doubt that you’ve beenthoroughly punished.

WILDKAT: Oh, believe me, I’m in agony.

SAVAGE: Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. I want you toreach down and stroke your clit.

Katherine suppressed another shiver at his order but theshiver rebounded, shooting down to her tender pussy and making her musclesclench around the pulsing vibrator. It didn’t slip out this time, it couldn’t,it was firmly in place.

The walls of her pussy closed on the hard rod, holding ittighter, pulling it deeper. The vibrations—as slow as they were—became moreintense. A tiny quake, a pre-orgasm, rocked her. And she hadn’t even touchedherself yet.

WILDKAT: I can’t. If I touch my clit I’m going to come.

SAVAGE: No you won’t. Control it. Ride it. Touch yourself,Kat. And do not come.

She bit back a groan and pressed past swollen lips, foundthe aching nub engorged and sore and weeping for her touch. She strokeddelicately, all the while willing herself not to come, denying the orgasmhovering just out of reach.

SAVAGE: Did you do it?

WILDKAT: Yes. Savage. I’m dying. I need to come. Please.

SAVAGE: Not yet. Just a little more punishment. Do you havethe brush?

It was a soft bristle brush with a flat back and a long, fathandle. She picked it up, trembling as her fingers wrapped around its thicklength, wondering what he had in mind. What would he make her do with it? Themyriad possibilities made her twitch with anticipation.

WILDKAT: I have it.

SAVAGE: Good. Good. Are your nipples hard?

WILDKAT: Like stones.

SAVAGE: Rub them.

WILDKAT: With the brush?

SAVAGE: Yes. Drag the bristles over them. Back and forth.How does that feel?

Excruciating. Phenomenal. Katherine had always had verysensitive nipples, something Savage knew quite well. He was using every trickin the book to torment her…and she loved it.