Obsession (18+) (FINISHED) (2024)

37

Riley

I woke slowly to a light feeling, and to little bumps going through me as if I were wading into the ocean.

My eyes opened then, and I looked up to see Paris above me, and he was walking to someplace in his "loft" while holding me up with him.

Why didn't he wake me up first?

"Paris...?" I whispered, making him look down at me. "Where are you taking me?"

He smiled at the sight of my confused stare and looked back up. "To the porch," he answered, "I thought you might like it there."

I looked down at myself, finding my shoulders and ankles bare despite the blanket wrapped around me, and I gazed up at him. "But I'm still naked."

He raised his brows then. "Is that a problem?"

"I don't want your neighbors seeing my tits, Paris."

He tipped his head back and laughed, fucking laughed, and he looked back down at me softly. "Ah, you're so cute."

"How is that cute?"

"How you're self-conscious about your body."

My brows drew together. "I never said that."

He opened a door to his porch. "Don't worry, I'm not taking the blanket off, but in exchange, you're not allowed out of my arms, got it?"

I narrowed my eyes, suspecting a catch but nodded.

"No matter what I do to you," he continued, "you're not out of my arms, okay?"

Okay, now I suspected a catch.

He walked outside, holding me as he stared off into the distance, then deciding to sit on the bench as he rocked forward and back, still holding me.

I looked up at him, watching his eyes for any malice or playfulness.

It was blank.

Until something sparked in it, and he smiled.

Oh, fuck.

Before I could comprehend what he was planning, he slipped two of his fingers inside me, making me yelp.

He smiled down at me when he started pumping them in and out. "Quiet if you don't want everyone to hear you, got it?"

I nodded, letting out soft whimpers.

He pumped faster. "I said, quiet."

I rested my head on his shoulder, letting out fast, silent breaths as he kept torturing me.

"Oh, hey, Paris!" clearly one of his neighbors said, leaning over a banister to see us, and Paris smiled, still torturing me under the blanket as I tried not to shiver against him.

"Hey, miss Daniels!" he responded. "How's your little kitty?"

How could he speak while doing this to me?

"She's good," the neighbor said. "Who's this lovely lady?"

Paris looked down at me, eyes glowing with menace. "Tell her your name."

I shook my head, knowing if I opened my mouth, I would let out something less innocent then a moan.

He started pounding his fingers harder, making me suck in a breath. "Don't be shy," he said, "tell her your name."

"R—Riley," I said, keeping my eyes on his chest.

"Aw," the neighbor said, "you got yourself a shy girl, don't you, Paris?"