Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

“Answer me!”

“Yes,” I croak out as I struggle to breathe.

“You will do exactly what I say, Nina. You will not hesitate. I’m going to punish you. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to control you like I couldn’t last night. And, if you don’t obey me, you will only be punished harder. Understand?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, exhaling what feels like the last amount of breath in my body.

Scathing pain. That’s all I can think about. He slapped me hard on the ass as I answered, and I feel the tears already stinging my eyes.

I’ve been fucked by dozens of men. Most were boring men who wanted meaningful, monotonous sex. Some would occasionally slap me on the ass. But none have ever brought anything close to the pain that Arlo just gave me.

He slaps my ass again, and I try to cry but can’t from his crushing weight.

He strikes me again, and the tears that were simply falling before are rolling down my cheeks in waves.

“You will never disobey me again, Nina. You will never forget tonight.”

He hits me one more time before rolling me over. The sting of the dirt hitting my raw ass makes me cry again.

Arlo’s hand sinks between my legs, furiously rubbing me. “You’re so wet. You liked that, didn’t you? You can’t even get punished properly. You like it too much.”

I moan as he moves my wetness over my folds.

He’s right. The pain was intense, but it turned me on. I like being punished. I like being controlled. What’s wrong with me?

His hand moves from my folds and to his button and zipper on his slacks.

I watch with wide eyes as he slowly undoes the button and zipper until his cock springs free from his slacks and briefs.

It’s just as long and thick as I remember it being when I attempted to paint it and failed miserably.

My hands reach out to touch it, to feel how hard and big it really is, but he grabs my hands and forces them above my head.

“You don’t get to do anything without my permission. You don’t get to touch. You don’t get to speak. You don’t get to move.”

My eyes grow so wide that I’m afraid they are going to pop out of my head. How am I supposed to ask permission if I can’t even speak?

I nod though. It feels safer than speaking.

He continues to hold my hands high above my head while he moves his cock until it is resting on my lips. I don’t move. I try not to even breathe on him even though I’m desperate to take his dick in my mouth. I must taste it.

I don’t. I just look up at him with big eyes.

“Suck me.”

Finally.

I open my mouth, and his cock instantly fills me. He tastes as good as he looks. And, when his eyes roll back in his head as I run my tongue over the tip, I can’t help but feel good. He might think he has all the control, but the second he surrendered his cock to me was the second that I gained a little of that control back.

“Suck all of me.”

I lift my head up off the ground, trying to get all of him into my mouth. I’ve never tried fitting a man fully into my mouth before, but then again, I’ve never wanted to or been asked to.

I move his cock deeper into my mouth until I start gagging.

He shakes his head and grabs the back of my head. “Take all of me.”

He pushes my head up onto his