Chains of Obsession

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♤Alexander♤

"Stop being stubborn," I muttered as I kept kissing her neck.

We were in my office while she was sitting on my desk, me standing between her legs.

She complained about me not letting her go outside because it's raining outside.

She let out a soft gasp as my lips found a sensitive spot on her neck, her complaints momentarily forgotten as I continued my ministrations.

I could feel her body responding to my touch, the way she arched towards me slightly, and her breath hitched. But I was focused on something else.

"You're not going out right now. It's pouring rain," I mumbled against her skin, my hands moving to steady her at her hips.

Her hands came up to rest on my chest, half-heartedly trying to push me away as she continued to protest. "I can handle a little rain," she huffed, sounding indignant. "I'm not made of sugar, you know."

I laughed against her neck, the sound low and vibrated against her skin. "You're sweet enough for me, doll."

Her protests were half-hearted, and I could feel her resolve weakening under my touch. She was struggling to maintain her annoyance, her body betraying her by arching into me as I continued to explore her neck with my lips.

My hands on her hips tightened, pulling her closer to me. "Besides," I murmured, "I have other plans for you right now."

Her breath hitched again, my words sending a shiver down her spine. She tried to feign annoyance, but her body was responding to my touch, her breath coming in soft, shallow pants.

She opened her mouth to protest again, but all that came out was a soft moan as my lips found a particularly sensitive spot on her throat.

I chuckled low in my throat at the sound of her moan, satisfied with her response. I knew she was weakening, her resistance crumbling with each kiss, each touch.

My hands moved to her thighs, pushing her skirt up just enough to rest my hands on the bare flesh of her legs. Her skin was soft and warm, like silk under my fingers.

Her hands, which were still on my chest, had stopped pushing me away. Instead, they were now gently clutching at the fabric of my shirt, her nails digging into my flesh through the fabric.

She was practically breathless now, her protests all but forgotten as my lips continued to trail across her throat. Her legs parted a little, allowing me to get better access to her body.

My hands moved further up her legs, fingers tracing over the bare skin with a gentle but firm touch. I could practically feel her body humming with desire, her breath coming out in little gasps and whimpers as I continued my assault on her neck.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, noting the flush of her skin and the slight glaze in her eyes.

"Still thinking about going out?" I asked, my voice low and teasing.

She blinked up at me, her lips parted, her breath still coming out in shaky pants. For a moment, she just stared at me, her brain seemingly unable to form words.

Then she swallowed, her throat bobbing as she tried to find her voice.

"No...no, I'm not," she managed to say, her voice hoarse and breathless.

"Good girl," I whispered before kneeling down in front of her, looking into her eyes as I started kissing her thighs and a soft gasp escaped her, her legs instinctively parting wider for me.

Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she clung to it for support. She was so responsive, so deliciously sensitive to my touch.

My hands continued to roam up and down her thighs, occasionally sneaking under her skirt to caress the soft skin higher up. I alternated between light kisses and harsher nips, marking her thighs with love bites as I went.

Her breath was coming out in short little gasps now, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensations I was stirring in her.

"Look at me, Sugar," I told her as I kept doing it.

Her eyes flicked open, her gaze finding mine almost instantly. There was a hazy, lust-filled look in her eyes, her pupils dilated with desire.

She was putty in my hands, completely at my mercy.

I smirked up at her, enjoying the view. "Eyes on me, love," I instructed, my voice low and commanding.

Her chest rose and fell as she panted, her body visibly trembling with anticipation. She held my gaze as she bit her lower lip, trying to muffle the little sounds of pleasure that were escaping her.

"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, more."

Her plea sent a wave of satisfaction through me, stoking the fire of desire that was burning within me. I didn't respond with words, but instead, I moved my hands up to her hips, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her underwear...