The dark obsession boxed.., p.22
The Dark Obsession Boxed Set, page 22
Richard toyed with one large curl that rested along my right arm. Remembering the sting of pain when he pulled my hair earlier and the intense images it conjured of him kneeling behind me, fucking me hard as he pulled my hair again even harder, my mouth opened slightly as I licked my lips.
“If we play this game, you have to promise to be a good girl and do everything I tell you. No questions asked.”
A nervous frisson had my stomach clenching.
Licking my lips, I tried swallowing but my throat still felt too dry to speak. I could only nod.
Richard moved his hand under the table. I nearly jumped a foot when I felt its warmth on the bare skin of my thigh.
“I want you to take off your panties.”
I had read about couples doing things like this but had never actually dared to do it myself. Truth be told, I’ve never dated a man confident and sexy enough to ask it of me. If any of my very limited ex-boyfriends had made such a request, I would have probably laughed.
There was nothing amusing about the look on Richard’s face.
His intense cobalt gaze hooked and held mine.
“What do you say?” he demanded.
Without thought, I replied, “Yes… sir.”
Laying my napkin beside my plate on the table, I started to rise. His large hand encircled my narrow wrist.
“Where are you going?”
Confused, I sat back down again. My gaze shifted over the dining room to ensure none of the waiters had returned before ducking my head low, hiding behind my hair, and whispering, “To the bathroom to remove my panties.”
“Here.”
“What?”
“I want you to remove them here. While I watch.” Each word was uttered clearly in a dark, clipped tone. I couldn’t shake the feeling I was somehow angering him by daring to question his command.
“I… I can’t… people will see!” Looking over my shoulder, through the large windows I was admiring just a short time ago, I scanned the main dining room below. This didn’t look like tinted glass. There was no way someone wouldn’t casually look up and see me removing my panties in the middle of a posh restaurant.
His grip on my wrist tightened.
“Ow. You’re hurting me.”
“And you are disobeying me.” His voice was barely above a snarl.
With his firm grip on my right hand, I awkwardly reached up under my sweater dress with my left. Hooking the elastic waistband of my thong with my thumb, I lifted my ass up as I began to tug it down. With my obedience, he released my wrist and I was able to use my right hand to shimmy it past my hips.
Looking from beneath my eyelashes, I would have sworn there were several people below watching me with rapt attention. The feeling was both humiliating and exciting in an illicit, rule-breaking way.
Pushing the black lace thong over my thighs, I let it fall to my ankles. Reaching down, I stepped out of it, then quickly balled it up in my fist.
“Let me see it.”
Nervously looking around for the hundredth time, my hand shook a bit as I splayed the black lace out on my lap.
“Tell me the truth, little one. Is it wet?”
Groaning, I squeezed my eyes shut. My cheeks burned. I was breathing so heavily I felt dizzy.
Feeling his finger under my chin, my head turned at his command.
“Answer me.”
I could only nod.
His thumb caressed my lower lip. His voice was low and ominous when he spoke again. “I said… answer me.”
“Yes,” I choked out.
Richard smiled. “Good girl. Now place it on the table.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“But they’ll see… they’ll see… they’ll know…”
“They will see what I tell them to see.”
Afraid not to obey, I balled the panties up and placed them on the table between us. Their black fabric a stark beacon against the white linen tablecloth.
My hope that the waiters would not know they were panties were dashed when Richard, keeping his eyes trained on me, deliberately spread them out, displaying the unmistakable black “y” of my thong.
“We’ll have to see about getting you some proper lingerie, love.”
It would figure Victoria’s Secret panties would be too common for a man like Richard.
The next course arrived. I bowed my head and hid behind my curtain of hair the entire time the staff lingered over our table. My ears strained to hear a snicker or snide remark.
There was nothing. They were complete professionals, acting as if my underwear weren’t sitting there right between the wineglasses!
After they left and I dared to peek up, I noticed the next course was fried zucchini blossoms. They looked divine and soon my nervousness over the panty game was forgotten.
Richard sliced off a piece from the top and raised his fork to my lips. “Open your mouth.”
My lips opened for him. The delicately salted petals of the flower hit my tongue before the tang of warm, gooey cheese. He sliced off another piece and held it just out of reach of my lips.
“Do you want another bite?”
“Yes,” I breathed, knowing I wasn’t answering a question about the food.
This man enthralled me. There was no other explanation for it. His confidence and the way he took control was intoxicating.
“Then open your legs for me.”
Not even thinking twice, I slid my legs wider, feeling the change from warm leather to cool as I shifted in the seat.
“Wider.”
I obeyed. My knees were spread so wide, I had to grip the seat and lean back.
Richard tilted the fork into my mouth.
I ate every bite he offered, the entire time hoping he would touch me, run those large hands of his over my thighs and between my legs. I needed him to touch me.
Finally, the dessert course arrived. The sexual torture of this dinner was almost over.
Yoghurt with honey and a halved pomegranate.
Richard dipped his finger into the creamy Greek yoghurt and lifted it to my mouth. No longer caring who was watching, I eagerly sucked the honeyed sweetness, making sure to swirl my tongue around the tip.
His answering growl was my reward.
Apparently two could play at this game.
Like a baby bird, I tilted my head back and eagerly opened my mouth for the next bite. This time he took a spoon and drizzled honey straight into my mouth, making sure to coat my lips.
“Lick them.”
My tongue shot out to lick the gooey liquid sugar from my lips, all the while holding his intense gaze.
“Did you know the fruit Eve ate was a pomegranate, not an apple?” he asked casually as he pried a few seeds away from their bright crimson bed.
“I didn’t,” I responded just as casually as if we were chatting about the weather or the latest Netflix binge watch.
Holding one seed up, Richard traced the outline of my lips, dying them a brighter pink. “Touch yourself while I feed you pomegranate seeds, my little bird.”
For the briefest of moments, I thought about using my right hand, the one facing the windows and main dining room, but I wasn’t quite that brazen yet. Inching my fingers under the hem and along my inner thigh, I traced the seam with the tips.
Richard placed a pomegranate seed on my tongue. The tart sweetness somehow highlighted my pleasure.
He held another seed up. “So essentially you are eating the original fruit of temptation.”
I sucked the tips of his fingers as I took the next seed.
“Push a finger inside yourself.”
Shifting my hips forward till my ass was on the edge of the seat, I pushed a single finger deep inside my pussy as I used my thumb to start circling my clit.
“Does this game include you taking out your cock?”
The illicit sexual game and the high I was getting from thinking people were watching us had made me bold. I didn’t think I had ever uttered that word out loud before, let alone in the middle of a nice restaurant!
“Tonight is only about you.”
Chalk up one more reason why women probably liked dating older men. When was the last time I heard that and the guy actually meant it? My fascination with this man was starting to take on epic proportions and we weren’t even through our first dinner together.
As I pulsed my finger in and out of my pussy, my bra began to feel tight and confining. My hard nipples brushed against the cheap scratchy lace as my arousal reached painful proportions.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pulled my face to within inches of his own. “Are you ready to take this game to the next level?”
Oh, God… was I?
CHAPTER 7
RICHARD
Grabbing Elizabeth’s panties off the table, I ushered her out the back door of the restaurant without even bothering to pay or retrieve my coat. I would settle up with them later. Right now I had far more pressing matters to attend to.
Behind the large building, I walked her down the alleyway and made a right then another quick left. We stopped in front of an old iron gate, which secured a small, walled-in private garden.
Looking around, I spied half a brick that was probably used to prop open the back door of a business across the way. Taking it in hand, it only took two strikes of the rock to dislodge the small, ineffective padlock.
“Richard! This is breaking and entering!” exclaimed Elizabeth.
“I don’t give a fuck.” Growling my answer, I shoved her against the brick wall just inside the garden.
The stone cut into my palms as I caged her in. Before she could say another word, my mouth descended.
Finally claiming her for my own.
Leaning my hips in, I pressed my cock against her stomach as my tongue pushed between her teeth. She tasted of honey and champagne.
Elizabeth whimpered.
I was bruising her lips. I knew soon I would taste blood as the pressure of my mouth cut against the sharp edges of her teeth but I didn’t care.
I wanted her to feel pain from my kiss.
Wanted her to feel everything, including the threat of my cock.
Her small hands dug into the lapels of my jacket. Whether it was to draw me closer or push me away didn’t matter. I wasn’t going anywhere.
Seizing her wrists, I pulled them high over her head and secured them with only the grip of my left hand. She was so small and delicate, like a little bird.
One I would soon cage so only I could hear the beautiful song of her moans and pleas.
Turning her head to the side, her breath came in ragged gasps. “Richard, wait!”
“No.”
I claimed her mouth once more.
Fuck. I would never get enough of this woman.
It had become essential to my sanity that I possess her, everything about her—mind, body, and soul—from the first moment I saw her in the park two weeks ago.
She had ruined my careful plans by almost getting hit by that cab today but no matter. The time for making plans was over. From this point forward, there was nothing but action… and her delicious response.
Using her trapped position, pinned against the wall, I kicked her feet wider while swallowing her cry of alarm.
Wrenching her dress up over her ass, I once more pressed my hips into her pliant body, knowing the stone wall would scrape and bruise her soft flesh. The thought of one day soon putting a mark on that same gorgeous ass with my belt or hand sent another rush of blood to my cock till it swelled painfully tight and hard.
Fuck. I needed to be inside her, but that would have to wait.
Placing the heel of my palm between her legs, I pressed hard.
Elizabeth groaned.
“Do you like that?” I breathed against her open mouth. “You like the feel of my hand on your pussy?”
I forced one finger inside her wet heat. Christ, she was tight.
Elizabeth cried out.
Pulling my hand free, I reached inside my jacket pocket and pulled out her panties. Releasing her wrists, I placed them in her palm.
Elizabeth stared at me with desire clouding her eyes.
“Put these in your mouth.”
“I…”
“You heard me. I want you to shove your own panties into your mouth.”
With large, trusting eyes, she carefully raised her hand to her mouth and started to push the black lace fabric between her lips.
It wasn’t that I wouldn’t have enjoyed forcing her mouth open and pushing them deep inside her throat till she choked and pleaded with me with her eyes but this was how the game was played. She needed to be an active player in her own humiliation. Her own inevitable debauchery. Otherwise, it wasn’t really a game. It was just me using brute force. No, it was much more satisfying and challenging when I made them choose to be debased.
Her mouth now gaped obscenely, stuffed with her own arousal-slick panties.
Returning my hand to her pussy, I shoved one thick finger in deep.
Elizabeth’s muffled cry burst free as she lurched up onto her toes to try to avoid the pleasure and pain of my sudden intrusion.
It was about to get far worse for her.
I put a second finger at her entrance and thrust in deep.
Her head began to swing from side to side.
My mouth slid along the column of her neck, tasting her rapid pulse. I moved to lick the small hollow where her neck met her collarbone just as I forced a third finger inside her tight little body. My tongue lapped and sucked each delicious vibration from her scream.
With tears in her eyes, she started to plead with me, forgetting that the panties in her mouth distorted everything she tried to say. When she reached to remove them, I grabbed her wrist and once more pulled her arms up over her head.
“If you move your arms again, I’m going to bend you over that bench there and thrash you with my belt, do you understand?”
Tears fell from her eyes as she nodded.
“Good girl.”
I pulled my three fingers free then ruthlessly thrust them inside her again. Her eyes rolled as her head swung to the side.
“Use the pain, baby. Come for me.” My thumb circled her clit. With our bodies pressed close, I could feel her body tense with each thrust. Hear the rapid breathing through her nose and taste her moans with every tremor.
Trusting her to obey me, I released her wrists with a warning glare before circling her small neck with my much larger hand. I began to jackknife my fingers in and out of her body as I slowly applied pressure to her throat. Not enough to cut off her already limited air supply but just enough to intensify her orgasm when it hit.
As much as I loved how this sweater dress hugged her curves, I wished she had a shirt on that I could rip off her so I could finally taste those beautiful pink nipples. I hadn’t seen them but I just knew they would match the color of her tiny pink mouth and taste just as sweet.
Her thighs began to shake. I knew she was close.
The cream from her arousal dripped down my fingers, easing my way inside her tight body.
Spitting the panties out of her mouth, she cried, “Yes! Oh, God! Yes!”
Her back bowed away from the wall, pushing her pussy harder onto my hand as she came. It was magnificent to watch. The heightened color on her cheeks. Her kiss-bruised lips now a darker pink. The faint sheen of sweat across her brow.
Her body slumped against mine. I held her close as I waited for her breathing to once more become slow and even.
“That was… oh, my God… that was—”
“Not over yet.” Giving her a playful bite on the neck, I swung her body around and forced her to bend over a large stone pillar, empty of its now forgotten statue.
From the bare glow of the streetlamp, I could see the red scrapes on her pale ass from the stone wall as I hiked the sweater dress up even higher.
“Do you like being displayed like this? Do you like knowing that at any moment a passerby could get a full view of your beautiful ass?”
Elizabeth only whimpered.
Raising my arm, I laid the flat of my palm down on her right cheek.
Her body lurched upward as she cried out.
“Answer me. Tell me what a dirty little girl you are… tell me.”
Sobbing, Elizabeth relented. “I’m a dirty girl.”
“Should I spank my dirty girl?”
“Yes! Oh, God, spank me!”
Not wanting to waste time with my belt and wanting to feel her flesh beneath my hand, I gave her the punishment she begged for. Laying the flat of my palm down over and over again till her creamy white skin glowed a bright crimson red. I loved watching her curves contract then bounce with every strike. The way she reared up on her toes only to push back and accept the hit.
One day soon, she would be properly punished, not this coy spanking, but that would have to wait till she was more fully under my control.
Fisting the fabric of her dress right at her lower back to keep her prone and submissive, I started my new assault.
Without preamble I thrust three fingers into her now swollen pussy. She was still wet and dripping from her earlier orgasm.
“Are you ready to take four fingers?”
“Please, no. Please don’t. It’ll hurt.”
“That’s what you want, admit it, Elizabeth. You want me to make it hurt.”
Ignoring her refusal, I twisted my hand till I was able to push a fourth finger into her small hole.
She reared up onto her toes. “Take them out! It’s too much! It hurts!”
“Lower your voice or I will force all my fingers in,” I warned.
“Please,” she whimpered more softly.
“Spread your legs.”
When she didn’t immediately obey, I kicked at her boots. Her legs spread wider. Taking a moment, I appreciated how degrading her position was, bent over with her bare, punished red ass in the air and my hand pushed between her trembling, cum-stained thighs.
Putting more pressure on my restraining hand on her back, I pulled my fingers free till almost the tips then thrust them back in. My cock was significantly wider than my four fingers so she needed to learn to accept the girth.
