Twisted Obsession (Editing)

59 - Sweetest Torture

Lorenzo Vincelli

She melts against me, her body sinking into mine with a softness that tugs at something deep inside me. As her weight shifts, she passes out in my arms, her breath warm against my chest. I hold her tighter, feeling the pulse of her breath and the vulnerability in her unconscious form as I carry her up the stairs.

Her eyelids flicker, and within a minute, she stirs, the softness of her voice barely a whisper as I lay her down on the bed. "Ah, ow." Her eyes flutter open, and instinctively, she reaches out, her arms winding around my neck, pulling herself closer.

I smile, a hint of amusement dancing in my eyes. "Good, you're awake." My voice deepens, becoming almost playful. "I wasn't done."

She protests, her voice a mix of hesitation and disbelief. "Lorenzo, I can't—" Before she can finish, I cut her off, kissing her. It isn't a full, passionate kiss, but a teasing brush of my lips against hers—just enough to leave her breathless, and craving more.

"All you have to do is suck," I said, getting off her and sitting at the edge of the bed. With great effort, she pushed herself up, sitting upright. "Be a good girl and get on your knees." I instruct and see her swallow. "After all it's your favorite thing to eat," I chuckled, running a hand through my hair while leaning back on my hands. LIke a good fucking whore she was crawling out of bed and kneeling in front of me.

I could see the disorientation and confusion in her. The fear and desire battling for control, and how she couldn't fight it anymore. She was too far gone, too consumed by this burning need for me and so was I for her. The world outside didn't exist anymore. There's only her. Only my woman.

I slowly stroked my hard, throbbing cock, watching as her eyes followed each motion, captivated. I could feel her gaze fixed on it, and a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

She obeyed without hesitation, her lips parting, her tongue glistening as it flicked over her lower lip in anticipation. The sight of her like this—eyes wide, waiting, trusting—sent a slow, burning heat through me. I let my fingers slide through the silk of her hair, twisting a few strands between my fingertips before tucking them behind her ear. She didn't move, didn't flinch, only held my gaze with that quiet obedience that made my pulse quicken.

A smirk played at my lips as I traced my thumb along the curve of her jaw, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. She shivered, barely noticeable, but I caught it. Every tiny reaction, every subtle shift in her body, only fed the growing need curling in my stomach.

"Good girl," I murmured, my voice dipping lower, rougher. The words made something flicker in her eyes—pleasure, submission, hunger. She swallowed, her breath warm against my skin, a soft exhale that sent a slow ache through me.

Who knew she could be something apart from a brat? Or a bitch? Her obedience was intoxicating. The way she sat there, on her knees waiting for my next move, holding herself still, her body tense with anticipation—it was a game, a delicious, drawn-out torture, and I was savoring every second of it.

I let my fingers trace down the side of her neck, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my fingertips. "No rushing," I instructed, leaning in, my breath fanning against the shell of her ear. "I want you to feel every second of this."

She nodded, her gaze never leaving mine, her lips still wrapped around me with reverence, as if this moment belonged to me entirely. A deep satisfaction curled in my chest, the power of it making my grip tighten slightly in her hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who was in control.

Her lashes fluttered, a soft hum vibrating from her throat as she adjusted, bringing her mouth to my tip. Her lips closed around my cock and I set the pace for her. She followed it, her eyes fluttering up to meet my gaze. I could feel the warmth of her breath, the wet heat of her mouth, the careful way she moved, slow, deliberate, savoring it as much as I was.