Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

“Arlo, I need you to fuck me. Please.”

Only then do I finally get a response. No words. Just the crack of some sort of whip as he strikes my thigh again.

My bra is ripped off, and something warm begins to drip onto my breasts. Every drip brings a pleasant bite of pain I wasn’t expecting. My nipples harden, and my back arches, begging for more of the warm wax to cover my body.

“Yes,” I moan as I

get what I want.

I feel the whip again, this time against my panties. Again and again and again. Making me more sensitive with each crack of the whip. They have barely even touched me, and already, I’m about to come.

They keep going. The whip getting harder, the wax becoming more intense. My panties are ripped from me, and I’m completely naked, lying on the bed.

The leather hits my bare pussy again.

“Yes,” I cry.

They stop. Again. Leaving me panting and full of need, aching for more.

I feel Arlo’s hands on my thighs as he spreads me apart. I suck in a breath, expecting another strike of the whip. Instead, his tongue gently moves over my folds.

“Come, beautiful,” Matteo says.

I come. Hard and long. I scream. I writhe. I forget where I am. My arms pull hard against my restraints.

One soft touch was all it took after they tormented me.

I try to slow my breathing, I try to control the sensations still pulsating throughout my body, but I can’t. I have no control, and I can’t stop my body from coming again when Matteo sucks on my nipple.

I feel his grin against my nipple when I come and don’t care about how cocky he feels at making me come so easily.

“I think we need to give her more time before we fuck her. I don’t want her to come on my dick before I’ve even had my fill of her,” Matteo says.

“No,” I whisper as I come down off my high.

“No, she will listen to us if we command her to.”

I feel Arlo walk closer to me and climb onto the bed. His cock pushes at my entrance. I don’t know how I know when it’s Arlo or Matteo. They don’t always make it clear or tell me with their voices. But I know them well enough to just know. Or my brain guesses, and I never know if I’m right or wrong.

He pushes the tip of his cock in just a little, and I feel my body come alive again from the sensation.

“Don’t come, Nina. Not until I tell you to,” Arlo commands.

I suck in a breath as he pushes inside me, and I try to will my body not to come. I’m not sure I can do it. I feel the familiar feelings, and I can’t hold them back. My body is so sensitive that I can come again and again. I want to come again. It feels too good not to.

“Don’t come. If you come, I will punish you,” Arlo says.

Something about his voice makes me believe that the punishment won’t be something I like. But then again, I like everything the Carini brothers have given me.

“Nina,” Arlo warns as he slips his cock fully inside me, stretching me wide.

I squeeze my hands into fists to keep the sensations locked inside instead of coming out like I want.

“Good girl,” Arlo says as he fucks me, making my eyes tear up as I feel everything rolling through my body.

It hurts to keep everything inside yet makes everything so intense that I never want to release the feeling.

I feel clamps latch on to my nipples.