Obsession (18+) (FINISHED) (2024)

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Riley

It was a dark room with chains on the walls and there also were swings painted with a not-so-innocent rubber, and there was also a wall with vibrators and ropes and ties.

Oh, wow.

Paris carried me over to a bed in the corner and lay me down on it, and I stared up at him as he pulled some ropes, the vibrator, and a hang-thing with a long pole and some wires.

"Hold still for me," he responded.

For him? Okay, I'd do that.

He hung the pole on the ceiling and it dangled above my waist, and he caught my arms and tied my wrists together faster than I could handle.

Seconds later, he pulled my wrists above my head and used a wire to tie them to the railed bed frame.

I watched as he got more ropes and picked up my feet, tying my ankles to the pole that he hung on the ceiling, and he then took a blindfold he grabbed from the nightstand next to me, and he pulled it over my eyes and then tied it behind my head.

Oh, god... I couldn't see what he was doing.

I heard him ruffle with more ropes, and I heard more metal squealing.

Until I felt him lower something onto my clit, and he then used some kind of soft rope to tie the cold thing to my waist to keep it there.

Oh, fuck. I couldn't move away from it—whatever it was.

Seconds later, I felt him open the lips of my pussy until my clit was directly pressed onto the cold thing.

I tried moving to get out of it, but it didn't really work.

It felt good, though—rubbing against it.

"Trust me, Honey," Paris said, pulling at my nipples as I exhaled a groan, continuing to ride the cold object. "You don't need to do that," he told me.

"Why?" I whispered to him, trying to face the sound of his voice, but I was completely blind.

"You'll see," he responded, and I heard him lean away from me.

And something clicked.

All the sudden, vibrations rattled through my most sensitive spot.

And I started screaming, writhing against the ropes as the vibrator stayed in place.

I couldn't move out of it! Fuck!

"I know, I know," Paris cooed. "It sucks when you don't listen to me, doesn't it?"

I started crying, bucking my hips and pulling my ankles and my wrists, but the bindings wouldn't budge.

"Paris!" I cried. "Paris! Paris!"

"Yes, Hon?" he said cooly.

"It's too much!" I said, trying to move out of it, but only ended up rubbing my clit harder to the vibrator.

"Is it?" he responded. "I'll give you two more seconds, then it's going on high for another ten minutes—even when you come, it's not going to be taken away."

I tipped my head back, the fact that I couldn't see adding to the pleasure building up in me.

"Alright," he said, picking up something from the nightstand next to me and turned a device.

A timer.

"Ten minutes," he said, walking over to me and flipped a switch.

I screamed.

I screamed, and I cried, and I screeched, trying to get out, but it never worked.

And he only ran his hands all over me as I bucked my hips and pulled on my wrist and ankles.

I was stuck.

I was stuck in this thing for another nine minutes.

But as the next couple seconds passed by, I felt something pool in my belly.

No, no, no. Not now. No.

Paris plucked at my nipples as my back arched, and he chuckled as he looked down to me. "Already?"

"Turn it down!" I said to him. "Turn it down! I'm gonna—I'm gonna—!"

"Why should I turn it down?" he said to me. "You never listen to me, so why should I listen to you?"

I writhed on the bindings. "Pariiiiis!"

"Sir," he responded, "that's what you call me now, got it?"

"Yes, sir," I said shakily. "Please, sir... take it off."

"No," Paris said as the pooling got worse. "Because if I did, then you'd find a way around your punishments, and I can't have that, can I?" His hand ran down my stomach as I clenched and unclenched my abs. "In three," he said, "two, one."

I came.

I came hard.

I screamed on the top of my lungs and I swear I squirted across the room.

And when it settled.

That's when it came.

The torture he was talking about.

I writhed against the bindings, kicking and screaming, but he didn't seem to care.

Oh, Jesus... It felt like someone was putting an entire massage chair on my pussy.

I heard Paris's chuckles as he continued to rub his hand along my stomach.

"You have five minutes," he told me, "endure this for a little longer, and I'll reward you."

I started sobbing through the blindfold even though this felt good.

It didn't feel good... it felt too good. I wasn't supposed to like this.

But I did.

I liked being punished, and I knew no matter what he did to me, there would be one thing I would most probably avoid.

Orgasm denial.

Hopefully he didn't know that existed, though.

I looked it up last night, and with how the arousal burned me, I didn't want to see how much denial burned.

I had to listen to him, and he wasn't being an abusive ass.

I liked being dominated.

It felt good.

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