Maddest obsession || book 1

•Chapter 3•

The three days that followed the shoot of Mika were all about Sydney and Amara. Amara ditched Jake in her apartment and spent these days in a hotel outside the LA city with Sydney, filling the time with kisses, bites, orgasms and violence.

"Syd life you hips"

Whip, whip, whip.

"Red, red, red"

Whip

"Reddd" finally she stopped dropping the leather belt on the bed beside her and turning Sydney over.

"What happened" pushing herself on her elbows Sydney sat up resting against the headboard but she didn't stay there for more than a second as she moved away from Amara and getting off the bed.

"I am done" she mumbled turning away from her and finding something to wear. She hissed as her cotton underwear dug into the skin Amara was playing few moments ago and then took it off, discarding the idea of wearing any underwear.

"You sure" her movements halted and she turned around harshly glaring at the very calm Amara who sat on bed toying with the belt.

"Yes Amara I am sure. I am sure. You know in these three days you have made me think if I am crazy or something because I am questioning myself why I signed up for all this. One gaze. One gaze was all it took to land me into this trouble"

"What are you trying to say? In these three days I gave you pleasure, you were moaning my name, having the best orgasms, getting showered with all the pleasures not the other way around" Amara yelled standing up from the bed and standing face to face with Sydney.

"Oh yes I signed up for something mutual where we both will be in control of each other's orgasms, sometimes you will be in charge and sometimes me. But no in these three days you controlled me. Whipped me so many times that I can't even sit. You kept me cuffed and gagged yesterday for a whole day. I felt like slut laying under you"

"Sydney" Amara moved closer so much so that they were mere an inch away from one another.

"You signed up for this yourself. On day one you were ready to give me control and I am Amara Sullivan. I have all the control. There is no body who can control me, my emotions, my ways, my life and most importantly my sex. Even you can't do it. I had sex with you, it was great but if you can't take me than you can leave"

"I am going " Sydney was doing her best to control the tears that were threatening to spill out of her eyes but she couldn't cry not in front of Amara. She put on the shirt and took the few things she had packed for this time. Her heart was breaking into million pieces thinking why she let Amara have control over her.

Tears fell freely from her eyes as the hotel door shut behind her and she slid down the wall, sitting there and crying her heart out. Amara was cruel, heartless, moody, cold and whatnot and she fell pray to her charms. That body of a goddess made her do the mistake which she will keep with her forever. For once she felt close to Amara or someone for that fact. All day all she would do was worship her body and Sydney loved it, so much.

After so many heartbreaks in her life this small attachment was a great thing in her life which turned into a worse one. And she would have to face Amara daily, working and being her gorgeous self, while she will be the same Sydney always. Standing up, once her hiccups subsided she booked a cab back to LA and went downstairs.

The ride back was in short painful. Her while body was aching, specially her hops which Amara had whipped raw, seeping blood out of them ma y times in a day. Look at her, how stupid was she to consider it love. Two hours ride was filled with tears of pain and betrayal.