Black Diamond (Obsidian 2)

I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I slapped him hard across the face—hard enough to leave a mark. His face turned with the hit, and he closed his eyes as he released a quiet moan. His hips didn’t stop thrusting, and his cock twitched noticeably deep inside me.

He slowly turned back to me, his eyes burning like the center of the sun. “Fuck, baby.” He clenched his jaw, his arousal increasing as his skin continued to redden in response to my palm. His hand moved between my legs, and he rubbed me aggressively, circling my clit with a perfect motion. “Come, sweetheart. Because I know I’m about to.”

My nails dug into his shoulders as I felt the explosion between my legs. I tightened around him, squeezing him as the rush surged through me. “Calloway…” I loved saying his name. It rolled off my tongue with possessiveness, loving the fact that this man was mine to treasure. “Oh god…”

He shoved himself deep inside me as he released, reaching his threshold while I finished off the rest of mine. His heavy come filled me, the weight significant and warm. He pressed his lips to mine as he finished, his breathing deep and heavy.

After the moment had passed, he kept me on top of him. He leaned back against the couch and gripped my thighs, his cock softening inside me. He watched me with his lidded eyes, his expression dark with obsession.

The timer went off on the oven, announcing the food had finished cooking. Just when I moved to get off him, he pulled me back onto his length, refusing to pull out of me. “Forget the food. You’re staying right here.” He pulled me against his chest and kissed the corner of my mouth, waiting to get hard so he could fuck me again.

I almost obeyed, wanting to stay connected to this glorious man. But my beliefs were too strong to be ignored. “I can’t waste food.” The impulse was deep in my gut. I wouldn’t even throw away a half-eaten container of yogurt. When I made a big meal, I ate it every single day until it was completely gone.

Calloway wanted to fight me. It was obvious in the expression he gave me. But he yielded his power and released me, understanding this was important to me. He relinquished his need to control the situation and let me go. Once his hands were off me, they curled into fists, the silent sign of his frustration.

“Thank you.” I left his lap, his wet dick thudding against his stomach once I was back on my feet. I could still feel the weight of his come inside me, knowing it was slowly sliding down to my entrance. He intended to add another load after dinner.

And I looked forward to it.

2

Calloway

I loved the way she twisted her nipples. Self-conscious at first, she was reluctant. But when she saw how hot she made me, she gave it a try. She twisted her nipples fearlessly, causing enough pain to make her wince but enough pleasure to make her moan. The sensitive skin around her nipples reddened, and the sight aroused me further.

Her virginity was initially a disappointment, but now I enjoyed teaching her new positions. When she straddled my hips, I could tell it was something she’d never done before. But she listened to my instruction and allowed me to guide her, to teach her how to sheathe my cock over and over again. I showed her how to grind her clit against my pelvic bone, a new realm of pleasure for her. She was a quick learner, and by the end, she was a pro.

Once I knew she was open to the idea, I pinched her nipples.

I didn’t do it as harshly as I wanted, but I still tested the waters to see her reaction. Thankfully, she liked it, biting her lip in a sexy way that turned me on like nothing else. She had the innocence of a virgin but the courage of a warrior.

That gave me hope.

She looked at me differently from the way she used to, offering me a new level of trust she’d never shown before. She was at ease around me, unafraid to express her true opinions. But the best part of all was her vulnerability.

There wasn’t a single wall inside her heart.

I had her exactly where I wanted her.

After a few months of getting to know one another, I would finally tell her what I wanted. And I had faith that our mutual feelings would be enough for us to achieve that new level. She wouldn’t let anyone else tie her to a headboard or spank her ass until it was red—but she would make an exception for me.

After dinner, we went into my bedroom on the top floor and dropped our clothes once more. I wanted to keep going earlier, but her devotion to not wasting food interrupted the heat of the moment. If she were anyone else, I would have commanded her to remain on my dick and not allowed her to leave until I gave her explicit permission.