Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

He releases my nipple and moves his lips over mine as he slows his thrusts inside me. All I have to do to feel his lips on mine again is move up an inch. But I want him to kiss me. Claim me fully.

“No,” he says.

Then, his lips are gone, and he’s thrusting so hard that I can’t think about the fact that he’s not kissing me. All I can do is try to hang on while he takes me to a place that I didn’t know was possible to reach.

He spills inside me, not waiting for me to come, but his cum filling me combined with the deep growls leaving his throat are enough to make me come. When I do come, I lose it. I lose everything I was holding on to, and I just feel.

I feel the pain and the intense pleasure. Sex with Arlo is everything I ever imagined and more. It’s a ride I never want to get off of.

But, before I even have a chance to come down off my high, he slips out of me and is gone, leaving me alone on the floor of the same dungeon he left me alone in before. Dirty and spent and naked.

I take a deep breath as I lay motionless on the floor, and a slow smile creeps over my face. It was worth it. It was all worth it.

Shit. We didn’t use a condom. I’m on birth control, but still, that was risky. And exciting. And I want more.

A second later, his hands grab at my wrists again, and I’m being pulled along the dirt floor, hitting every rock, stinging my ass.

I don’t know if I have the energy to go again, but I want to. More than anything, I want him to fuck me again.

He stops and releases me. “Stand up.”

It takes everything that I have, but I stand up and stare into his dark eyes.

He grabs one of my wrists again and places a cold metal shackle on it. Then, he does the same to the other. I bite my lip as I try to anticipate what he’s going to do next. I try not to show how giddy I am, but I’m also exhausted.

I test the shackles once he has them on, and once he attaches them, I know I won’t be able to get free. He will have full control over me. And it excites me and terrifies me at the same time.

He begins to attach a chain to both of the shackles without saying a word to me or looking me in the eye. And then, without warning, he pulls hard on the chain.

I begin falling as my arms are pulled forward and downward in front of me.

I can’t catch my fall with my arms, but instead of landing on the dirt below me, my face and chest land on something hard a few feet off the ground.

My arms are tied to a pole at one end of an apparatus while my face and breasts are smashed against a wooden apparatus below me.

Arlo moves to my back. “Spread your legs.”

I do, barely able to touch the ground. I feel another cold shackle go around each ankle, and then Arlo spreads my legs to my limit.

“Arch your back.”

I do the best I can, and my ass is thrust into the air.

He slaps it again. I was expecting it, but the sting still hurts after all the hits before.

“I love you like this. So helpless and spread wide, just for me.”

He’s right. I’m completely helpless, and I’m afraid I love it just as much as he does.

I take a deep breath as I wait for what he is going to do next.

“I have to taste you first.”

I feel his tongue on my folds as he buries his face in my ass. His tongue darts in and out of my pussy, alternating with licking my clit. As I’m stretched wide for him, I’m so close to coming, it’s ridiculous.

“You don’t get to come without my permission.”

I clench my teeth, trying my best to keep from coming, while his tongue continually dances over my clit. I squeeze my hands into fists and curl my toes, but it can’t stop the inevitable.