Black Promise (Obsidian 3)

“I guess I’ve kinda always known…just never thought about it.” She ran her hands up and down her arms slowly, like she was a little chilly.

All she needed was a big, strong man like me to keep her warm. I moved my arms around her waist and pressed my face close to hers. I didn’t like sharing her with anyone—even her brother. My mouth automatically moved to hers, and I kissed her slowly, feeling the heat start deep inside my groin. My tongue danced with hers, and I felt the arousal roll through me like the waves of the ocean during the storm. Images came into my mind, her ass in the air with her hands handcuffed against the small of her back. Her sex glistening with arousal, her pussy anxious for my cock. I paced back and forth at the foot of the bed, my leather belt in my hands. Then I struck her hard on the ass, marking that beautiful skin and turning it a luscious red color.

Fuck.

I pushed the thought from my mind because it was wrong. It was a fantasy, and I shouldn’t be thinking about something that wasn’t real when I had a woman like Rome right in front of me. She was perfect in every way, enough to satisfy me. I didn’t need to picture myself hurting her, listening to her cry and moan at the same time.

No.

“I missed you,” she whispered into my mouth.

My hands gripped her tighter than necessary, my desire controlling my behavior. I guided her backward until the backs of her knees hit the couch. I broke our kiss and moved her until her ass hit the cushion.

Like we were of one mind, she reached for my jeans and undid them. My pants and boxers fell to my ankles, and I kicked them away. I was barefoot, so I was ready to go. She gripped my hips then surrounded my cock with her warm mouth, enveloping him in her saliva.

I stared down at her and felt like a king.

She moved her hands to her jeans and undid them, in a hurry to get my cock inside her. Her mouth continued to work over my length at the same time, her experienced tongue still lapping at me without pause.

A new image came to my mind, her hands bound together behind her back with my tie. A blindfold was placed over her face, and she balanced on her knees as she continued to take my cock. I had her hair tight in my palm like she was an animal on a leash.

I shook the thought away.

I yanked her jeans and panties off then moved on top of her on the couch. I placed her legs over my shoulders as I pinned her deep into the cushion, her head against the armrest. When she was curled up underneath me like this, I was insanely turned on. She felt like a prisoner, a plaything.

I brushed my lips over hers before I sank into her, sliding through the slickness that formed the second she walked in the door. With her knees together, she was tighter than usual. My cock was in heaven, feeling her snug slickness.

“Calloway…” She moaned the moment she felt me, her hands gripping my arms for balance.

I loved being buried inside her like this. She was truly mine, my property. I was the first one to fuck her, and I better be the last too. With my eyes trained on her face, I thrust my hips and moved deep inside her, feeling the pussy that I worshiped. I watched every expression she made, every time her lips trembled. If I didn’t want to come so badly, I would do this forever. All I could do was last long enough to make her come.

And right on cue, she did.

I never mentioned Isabella to Rome, knowing no good would come from it. My view on our physical relationship was perfectly clear, so there was nothing I could say to change Rome’s mind about it.

I tried to forget about what Isabella said, but I found it difficult to do.

Like a monster inside me had come to life, the demon couldn’t be restrained. I found myself picturing Rome in compromising positions, her ass red and her cheeks stained with tears. I pictured her gaze averted to the floor as she sat on her knees, completely submissive.

It got me so hard I wanted to scream.

I had to fight these urges. I had to fight these dark thoughts. All I had with Rome was vanilla, and I needed to enjoy it, not fantasize about her in shackles.

If I focused hard enough, I could do it.

Right?

My PI called me shortly after lunch, hopefully with news about Hank.

“Hey, Carl. What do you have for me?”

Carl spoke in a bored voice, as was his usual. “It turns out he did have some earlier transgressions with other women. Rome isn’t the first.”