Obsession (18+) (FINISHED) (2024)

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Riley

What did I do?

When I got to the front door, I shuffled on my jacket and shoes, covering myself as I started to slowly cry.

What did I do to make him so angry? He wanted answers... did I share too much? Did he hate me now?

When I reached for the doorknob, I heard an irate, "Where are you going?"

I looked up at him, trying to blink away tears when I saw his burning blue eyes. "You told me to leave...."

"I told you to leave the room, not my house. Go sit at the dining table."

I felt my heart shattering.

"I don't understand..." I whispered to him.

"DINING TABLE."

My eyes stung with tears as I padded over to the table, sitting down seconds later.

"Do you know why I'm angry?" he asked me.

I shook my head, sobs edging up my throat.

He sat on the table in front of me. "It's because you lied to me."

I closed my eyes as a cold pain consumed me.

"You've never climaxed, yes, I get that," Paris continued. "But did you really fake the climax with Ryan? Or did he never give you one?"

I was silent.

"Answer me."

"He... never gave me one," I whispered, "and I did fake it, but... he knew."

"How did he know?" Paris said.

I blinked away tears. "Because... I'm... apparently guys can tell."

"We can," Paris responded, "even if you don't scream when you do it, we can feel you tighten everywhere. So why did you lie?"

"I didn't... really..." I told him. "I just... didn't tell you the whole truth."

Paris eyed me over. "Do you need to go over my knee?"

I shook my head. "I can't come, Paris. I just can't... I was faltering because I have performance anxiety."

He gazed up at me then, eyes softening.

I shook my head. "I know how to please a guy... They don't know how to please me, and when I told Ryan that... that I wasn't satisfied, he just took me again and told me that he'd continue until I was. But I never came... I just...."

"Just what?" Paris said. "Finish your sentences."

"I told him to stop because I knew he was only pleasing himself, and... he just left."

"Was that the night you broke up?" Paris said.

I nodded. "He's continuously trying to hook me in again... I think it's because girls get tired when they come and since I never do... He could take me for as long as he wants."

Paris eyed me. "You're not lying now, are you?"

I shook my head.

"I can tell," he responded. "Well," he stood and gazed down at me, "I can tell you're very aware right now, so I'll wait until your least expecting me to sneak in, and I'll fuck you in my own little way." He pushed my back when I gave him a confused look. "Off to bed now. Go on."

I numbly walked back to my bedroom, not looking behind me to see if he was following.

"Sneak in" my ass. He was stalling.

I somehow turned him off...

By being myself.

AUTHORS POV:
She's very self-conscious, as you can tell, but no, he wasn't stalling.