Captive Obsession

Chapter 12: Losing Control

As the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, I settled into bed beside Jennie, hugging each other. The evening had been a whirlwind of emotions, and the quiet stillness now felt like a stark contrast. I could feel Jennie’s body because of her tight embrace; it's so warm and relaxing, yet it made my heart race with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Jennie turned to face me, her eyes shimmering with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. "Lisa," Jennie began softly, her voice a mere whisper in the silence. "I want to make love to you."

My breath hitched, my cheeks flushing crimson. I knew this conversation was inevitable, but the directness of Jennie's words left me momentarily speechless. I searched for the right response, my mind a flurry of thoughts.

"Jennie," I finally managed, my voice trembling. "I'm not ready. It's too much, too soon."

Jennie’s eyes softened, but her eyes were playful. She moved closer, her hand gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I understand you're scared, but I want to show you how much I care about you."

I felt a pang of guilt mixed with my fear. For the past few weeks, I have started to care deeply for Jennie, but the intensity of her feelings was overwhelming. "It's not that I don't care, Jennie. I just... I need more time. Yet, I'm not in love with you."

Jennie's expression turned dark and somewhat determined. She shifted, pressing me back onto the bed. Our faces were inches apart, and Jennie's breath was warm against my skin. My heart pounded erratically in my chest, my body reacting to Jennie's closeness despite my inner turmoil.

"Please, Lisa," Jennie whispered, her voice laced with seduction. "I can feel how much you want this too."

My mind was a whirlwind. The desire in Jennie's eyes, the way her touch sent shivers down my spine – it was intoxicating. But the fear of losing control, of diving into something so deep and consuming, held me back.

"J-jennie, stop," I pleaded; my voice was stuttering. "I can't do this. Not like this."

Jennie sighed, her persistence unwavering. "Why not, Lisa? Why can't you let yourself feel this?"

My frustration boiled over. "Because it's too much, Jennie! You're too much!" I pushed Jennie away, scrambling off the bed. "I need space to breathe and to think."

Jennie's eyes flashed with hurt, but a teasing smirk quickly replaced her wounded expression. "Pushing me away again, Lisa? I thought you trusted me. That's not going to solve anything."

My heart ached at the sight of Jennie's playful yet challenging look. "I’m not pushing you away, and I trust you. I just... I need some time alone."

Jennie watched as I grabbed a pillow and headed for the door. "Fine," Jennie called after me, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. "But don't think you can avoid this forever."

I paused at the doorway, turning to face Jennie one last time. "I'm not avoiding it, Jennie. I'm just not ready yet. Please try to understand."

Jennie nodded, her smirk softening into a more genuine smile. "I do understand, Lisa. But remember, you can't hide from your feelings forever."

I left the room, my mind and heart in turmoil. As I walked down the hall, Jennie’s parting words echoed in my mind.

I found myself in the guest room; the unfamiliar surroundings were a stark reminder of my internal conflict.

As I settled into bed, I couldn't help but replay the evening's events in my mind. Jennie's touch, her words, and the way she was present made me feel both exhilarated and terrified. I knew I couldn't keep running forever, but the fear of surrendering to such powerful emotions was almost paralyzing.

Back in the master bedroom, Jennie lay awake, her mind racing with thoughts of me. She knew she had pushed too hard, but her desire for me was all-consuming. She couldn’t help but smile at the memory of my flushed face, my heart pounding with the same intensity as Jennie’s own.

"Lisa," Jennie whispered to the empty room, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and determination. "I will teach you a lesson, and you need to be punished for turning your back to me."

As the night wore on, both of us found ourselves lost in our thoughts, the space between us filled with unresolved tension and unspoken words. I knew I couldn't avoid Jennie forever, and Jennie understood that patience was necessary, no matter how difficult it was.

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L I S A

"Hmm, this is so soft and smells so good," I thought, half asleep, as I bit into the delicate object. A faint moan reached my ears, but I brushed it off as part of my dream, so I continued savoring the soft, warm thing pressed against my lips.

Moments later, something equally soft slipped into my mouth, wriggling playfully. Instinctively, I followed its movements, finally catching it and sucking gently. "It’s so sweet," I thought. With my eyes still closed, convinced I was dreaming, I didn’t want to wake up from this pleasant fantasy.

I whimpered softly when the sensation vanished, but then felt something incredibly soft against my face. What was that tiny, hard spot? Curiosity piqued, I reached out to touch it, only to find myself sucking on it again. "Hmm, it’s not a stone after all—still soft and sweet," I giggled inwardly.

A series of soft moans filled the air, but I remained lost in the moment, savoring the taste and texture. It felt so real, too real. A flicker of doubt crossed my mind, prompting me to slowly open my eyes.

Are these really Jennie's breasts? She’s looking at me with such desire while sitting on top of me. And why is it so cold? I thought I turned down the air conditioning.

She moved, and I felt an unusual warmth and... a tickle? That’s when I fully woke up and saw her naked body. My eyes widened in shock when I realized our bodies were intimately joined.

How did I not feel that? Was I sleeping so soundly that I didn’t wake up earlier? I tried to move her off me, but she grabbed both my wrists and handcuffed them to the headboard. I struggled to reach her, to stop her, but she started moving on top of me, weakening my resolve.

I wanted to stop her, to tell her I wasn't ready, but my body had other plans. Heat surged through me, my every nerve attuned to her movements. As she ground against me, I surrendered completely, a moan escaping my lips. This is why I fear intimate moments with Jennie—because once she starts, I lose all control.

"Ahh..." Her movements quickened, and the intensity of the tension building between us was palpable. She adjusted her position and moved even more skillfully on top of me, driving me wild.

With every motion, her breasts swayed enticingly, igniting my desire even further.

"Ohh... Lisa...hmm..." She wrapped her arms around me, burying her face in my neck as she moaned. My arms were starting to ache, and I wanted to ask her to release me, but I couldn’t find the words.

"Ahh... love—I-I'm cumming!!" She released her hold on me but remained on top. Moments later, I felt her climax, but I wasn't quite there yet.

"It's your turn now, baby." She freed my wrists from the cuffs, and I immediately flipped our positions, beginning to claim her for myself and there's no turning back. . .