his dark obsession

submission and trust

Angelmarie's POV...

I didn't know what to expect when we got up the stairs from his "punishment room." I just knew that my twisted mind wanted him, and as fucked up as that was after what he had just put my mind and body through, I didn't care in what way he gave himself to me or took me—I wanted him. Plain and simple.

I hardly had time to enjoy the softness of the bed he'd laid me on before his mouth was on mine, in a hot, shivering kiss, driving and demanding. I could hear breathing that was harsh and labored, but I wasn't sure if it was mine or his.

"You like the pain I put on your body, kitten? Let's see if you can take more," Vlad said, smirking.

"Use me, Vladimir," I told him breathlessly. I was in need of him.

Like he'd done with his clothes, he stripped me of my bra and panties and slid his hands over my skin, leaving a wake of gooseflesh under his touch. His hand slid over my left breast, cupped it, and sucked the nipple into his mouth. The heat of his mouth made me gasp. When he pulled away, cool air washed over my exposed skin, making my nipples diamond hard. His body slipped down to mine, dropping kisses on my pink, purple-welts, trailing down to the band of my panties, and pulling them down. He tugged them away, barring my clean-shaven pussy, which was a bright pink honey brown due to his whips. He pressed his nose to my mound and breathed in.

"You're wet for me, aren't you?" he whispered.

I threaded a hand through his thick hair. "After that punishment, how could I not be?"

He slipped his hands under my knees, rested me in the middle of the bed, and perched himself over me. He dropped his mouth to my skin, kissing my neck, painting a stripe between my breasts, down to my belly button, and stomach, leaving me shivering. He was basically kissing every lash he'd put on my body. His finger joined him, smoothing over my side, and he slipped his hand under my bottom and thighs.

My nipples were so hard they were in pain, and my breath came out in long gasps as he lifted my knees and pulled them apart. I felt his blazing gaze land on my wetness, and he hissed out a breath.

"Mine, Angel," he said. He grasped my knees and pushed them to my chest, ordering, "Hold them there."

While I pressed them to my chest, he slid a finger over my pussy, coating his finger in the slick juices of my folds, and then dragged it over my clit. He didn't need to do that, though, because I was so wet that I could feel it trickling down my thighs until it pooled at my ass and the mattress. Vladimir's eyes went sharp, and his tone was demanding.

"Don't let your legs drop, you hear me, DA?"

"Y-Yes," I said. And then his mouth was on me, eating out my pussy, and all I could do was shudder and gasp. I felt the coarse hairs of his thick beard, his tongue wet, mobile, hot, and slow along my wetness. I didn't try to stop the moans from escaping my lips. As his fingers found the lips of my pussy and pulled them apart, his tongue flicked in to swipe around my clit. I watched him move over me; his tongue made wide passes over me. Then he slid his fingers inside me, stretching me for his cock.

"I love fucking you, how tight your walls grip my cock," Vlad whispered.

"You said use you, Da, that's what I plan to do. You will fully take all of me in your pussy until I can go no more until I split you in fucking two, and you will love it. Yes?" he asked.

"Yes, please use me, Vlad," I moaned, begging him. He'd lit my body ablaze, and I was past caring about anything—my pain, my body's pain. I only wanted and needed him, as I tried to hold my legs in place with trembling arms.

"Make love to me," I said to him.

Vlad's body came over me as his fingers worked me open; his eyes were on fire, and his voice was a growl.