Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

I scream because I don’t know what else to do. I can’t handle this. I can’t be raped on this bed again.

I feel his lips on mine, and I stop screaming. His tongue presses into my mouth, leaving me no room to scream.

“I want you, Nina. I want to fuck you everywhere. I want to control you. Fuck you until all the memories you have are of me and my brother. Until you have nothing left,” Arlo says while Matteo kisses me.

Both men are trying to control me. One with a kiss and another with a command.

It works.

I feel my breathing change to one of excitement instead of fear. Arlo’s sexy, growly voice combined with Matteo’s deep kisses make me forget that I’m tied to Enrico’s bed.

“Such a pretty dress,” Matteo says before he rips the dress off my body.

I gasp as the cool air hits my almost naked body.

I feel leather against my skin, and I tense. It travels from my toes to up my leg, over my panties, then stomach, and bra. I suck in a breath, waiting for the painful sting that I know will come from the whip-like tool in one of their hands. But it doesn’t come. At least, not as quickly as I expect.

“No,” I whisper, “I’m not ready. I can’t do this.”

I feel a light whip against my stomach. Not enough to cause any real pain, just enough to grab all my attention.

“You crave this, Nina. You can lie to me and yourself all you want, but your body wants this. You want to feel the sting of the flogger as it hits all the right places on your body. You want us to control you. It turns you on to be controlled and owned.”

“No,” I whisper again as the flogger harshly hits my inner thigh. I feel the sting radiate through my body. My body curls as my arms and legs pull against their restraints.

He strikes me again on my inner thigh, and my panties are soaked.

He strikes me over my stomach, and my toes curl, as I need more.

He strikes me over my pussy, and I come undone.

I bite my lip to keep from coming right then. I don’t understand why my body betrays me. Why it responds to the pain. It never responded to the pain like this when Enrico hurt me, only when Arlo does. I crave it. I seek it. I never want him to stop.

Suddenly, he stops, and I hear nothing but silence. I don’t know what Matteo and Arlo are doing. I don’t know if they are preparing to hurt me more. Or fuck me. Or leave me stranded again, like Matteo did.

“Please,” I cry when I can’t take the waiting any longer. I pray to God they haven’t tricked me into getting fucked by their father or some other perverted member of their family.

“What do you want, beautiful?” Matteo asks. “I thought you didn’t like it when we hurt you.”

“No…I mean…I need…”

“What do you need?” Matteo asks. His breath hot and heavy on my ear.

“I need you to hurt me, control me, fuck me.”

I can feel his mouth turn into a grin, but I don’t feel anything. No pain. No pleasure. Nothing.

I try to focus on calming my breathing. I try to relax while I wait helplessly for them to fuck me.

I can’t calm my breathing though.

“Please,” I cry again, this time more persistent than the last.

Still, nothing.

“Matteo, please,” I cry loudly.

Nothing.