Obsession (18+) (FINISHED) (2024)

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Paris

When I walked out of my bedroom to check on Riley, I found her sound asleep on the couch in my living room, her chest rising and falling slowly to her delicate breaths.

I stepped over to her and gently kneeled down by her side, smiling at how peaceful she looked.

So cute.

I felt bad for ruining it, but she needed me to care for her so she wouldn't be scared of me.

Aftercare was an urgent need in our types of relationships.

I gently shook her. "Riley..." I whispered gently, making her breath suck in as she woke. "Come on, get up."

Her eyes opened a slit, and she looked hazily up to me. "Is something wrong?"

"The shower's ready," I told her as she turned over and yawned. "Come on," I held out my hand, "let me treat you nice for the rest of the night."

She gazed up at me. "Why? Did I do something?"

I shook my head and gazed softly up at her. "Let me give you a nice shower. Come on."

She hesitantly took my arm as she stood.

Right as she put her full weight on her feet, her knees buckled.

I caught her before she hit the floor.

"It's okay," I whispered, draping one of my soft robes over her shoulders. "I got you. Come on."

I wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling as she lazily stepped to my bedroom with me, stumbling every second.

We eventually met my white, marble bathroom, and I looked down at her to see if she was alright.

"Sit on the toilet," I told her as I guided her down. "There you go." And I peeled off my shirt, jeans, and underwear and stepped up to her while lightly pulling the robe off her shoulders.

She shivered at the cold and nearly fell to the side, but I caught her again, helping her stand as I guided her into the shower.

With all the writhing and fighting and screaming she did, I would suspect her muscles were hurting—possibly her throat, too.

I also thought that a nice warm shower where I could hold her and wash her off would be a good first experience of aftercare for her.

When we made it under the hot water, she almost collapsed again at how good it felt, but I—once again—caught her.

I lowered us both on the ground and ran my fingers through her hair, letting the warm water pad on her skin and make her more comfortable.

After a couple minutes of soothing her, I grabbed one of my loofas and poured some of my body wash on it, lathering it under the water while Riley rested her head on my shoulder.

And I gently ran the loofa all over her body, lathering her up in my soap as she eased more into me at the gesture.

Yes, I'd done this before. Yes, it was with some strippers.

No, it did not feel anything like this; this emotional attraction I felt toward Riley was indescribable. The way she fascinated me was enraging.

I wanted her body, yes, but I also wanted her to trust me, I wanted her to know that I would take care of her—protect her.

She'd never done anything like this? Yeah, I get it. It's normal for people like her to not be used to their desires. She was pretty young, too. I was, also. But I was pretty rebellious as a kid.