Page 18 of Deadly Obsession

FOURTEEN

JAMES

I’d felt her heat building up steadily since I pulled her onto me, but the warm torrential downpour that had erupted from her body had baptized me in her passion, washing away all my restraint. I gripped Sera beneath her ass and stood, lifting her body with me.

My eyes locked on to her as I turned and set her down on the bench, then positioned myself in front of her.

My jeans were soaked with her release, my cock pressing painfully against the restricting denim.

Slowly, I reached down and undid my large western buckle, and with a whip of my fist, ripped my belt from the loops of my jeans, the leather snapping as it came free.

“Such a dirty girl, so hot for my cock. Undo my fly and show me how badly you crave it.” I began folding the belt in my hands without ever taking my eyes off her.

She hesitated for the briefest of moments before beginning to work my jeans with her delicate fingers.

Fumbling at first, she struggled with the button but her mouth opened eagerly as she got the zipper down and pulled the fabric, along with my briefs, down to my knees.

My cock springing into action once freed .

“Like what you see? Go ahead… worship my cock with your mouth. Make me proud,” I said as I flexed my cock, making it bounce and smack against her lips as soon as she moved closer.

Her delicate hands closed around my shaft, one palm on top of the other, leaving the head exposed.

I looked down, watching as Sera brushed her mouth over my cock, kissing it softly before closing her lips around the tip.

Giving it warm, wet kisses before taking the entire head in her pretty mouth.

Her tongue darted out, making slow circles as her hands stroked me.

Seeing a strand of her hair fall down onto her cheek, I collected her hair into a ponytail, gripping it tightly.

Then, with my free hand, I pulled the adjustable bracelet she’d gifted me for my birthday over my fist and placed it around her hair.

Cinching it closed. It was the first time I’d taken it off.

Sera shifted her top hand, allowing herself to take me deeper into her mouth while grabbing onto my ass instead.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby girl. Open your eyes. Keep them locked on me as you worship my cock.”

She did as she was told, those breathtaking obsidian pools sending surges of lightning through my entire body.

My muscles seeming to flex then relax and my skin burning like I’d taken too much pre-workout.

This woman unlocked levels of desire in me that I didn’t think were possible.

She was all-consuming. I would wage war, move mountains, burn cities to the ground if that was what it took to ensure I got to look into these eyes every day for the rest of my mortal existence.

Death would have to take us both at once if he wanted her.

On the other hand, if I were to die before she did, I would kill the devil himself to come back just to be with her again.

Sera’s lips parted, her hand sliding over my shaft to collect her saliva and work it around my cock, enabling her palm to glide up and down after she resealed her mouth over the top.

“You work my cock so nicely, baby girl,” I groaned out, instinct driving me to tilt my head back and moan in pleasure. But I refused to take my eyes off hers. “I want to see how much of me you can really take, baby girl. Nice and slow, all the way down.”

Her hand shifted from the hilt of my shaft to cup my balls, as she took my cock deeper into her throat. She almost got all of it inside, but began to struggle with the last half inch.

She tried to pull her head back, but I held her in place. “No, no, stay right there. Breathe through your nose and relax. That’s my good girl…”

She’d really done such a good job, but I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I pulled my hips away, then thrust forward into her throat.

By the time she started to gag and sputter on my cock, I’d already pulled away again and was thrusting forward for a second time.

Her hands flailed till they found purchase on my ass, her nails digging into me.

Making me drive forward harder. She tried to maintain eye contact, even as tears began to form and glisten on her cheeks.

“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, baby girl,” I said in a praising tone that betrayed the brutality of my actions.

My eyes honed in on one tear running down her cheek, my hips thrusting faster and harder.

Only stopping when I saw it meet her lips.

The next time I drew back, I pulled all the way out, my cock dripping with her saliva.

Sera gasped. “Fuck!”

“I told you to breathe through your nose.” I shook my head as I stepped back, slowly stroking myself while kicking off my boots and moving out of my jeans. “Strip,” I commanded.

Sera paused, as if just now remembering that we were standing at the end of a pier in broad daylight.

“Eyes on me. Don’t worry if anyone sees us. I’ll let them watch me make you come on my cock. Then I’ll kill them.”

Her eyes went wide but not with fear, more like lust. My little harpy liked the idea of being watched. Of me killing for her.

She stepped out of her shoes, then removed her jeans and panties.

“Good. Now kneel on the bench. Hold on tight to the back.”

She did as I commanded. And fuck, the view in front of me was the only thing that might have gotten me to believe in some greater being.

Her pussy was perfect and quite literally dripping wet.

I opened my hand enough to let the belt drop so that it was folded in half, my palm tightly gripping the buckle and the end.

“You blinked four times, and you forgot to breathe properly.” I smiled behind her. Knowing that deep down, she was fucking loving this. I let the leather brush over her ass. “That’s five whippings.”

“Fuck, James…” she said, through heavy pants, her voice sweet and trembling with desire.

“Hush. Do you remember your safe word?” I asked.

“Red,” she replied.

“Red, what ?”

“Red, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now count them out.”

Before she had the chance to say anything else, I cocked the belt back and let loose, whipping it across the beautiful fullness of her milky-white ass. The leather cracked against her skin, and she gasped.

“Count, Sera!” I demanded.

“One,” she whimpered.

I continued the process, being sure to get both cheeks equally, not wishing to cause an uneven amount of damage.

“Two… three… four…”

Her thighs were trembling, and I caught a glimpse of tears falling from her face. I paused, waiting to see if she would use her safe word and put an end to this. But it never came .

She kneeled on the bench, her body shaking and her eyes dripping with tears as her pussy dripped with her arousal. My girl was fucking feral for it, and I was so proud of her.

“Five! Thank you, Sir..” She was slumping slightly, but she never let go of the bench, just like I’d instructed her.

I tossed my belt on top of my jeans and dropped to my knees behind her.

Her full ass now decorated with red welts and a few small breaks in the skin from two stronger strikes.

Gently, I placed my hands on the sides of her thighs and began to kiss every inch of her raised flesh.

She winced a time or two, but the next few moments passed in mostly silence.

Nothing but the sounds of our breathing and the water below the pier.

Once I’d kissed every mark I’d given her, I kissed her dripping pussy, then ran my tongue up her core, collecting all her delicious arousal on my tongue as I stood.

Gliding my hands to her hips, I aligned my cock with her pussy, moving forward as the tip slipped into her with ease, despite how tightly she hugged me.

“Don’t let go,” was the only warning I gave her before relentlessly thrusting into her, to the point the wooden bench creaked and threatened to splinter.

Sera took me so well. She was fucking made for me. The perfect blend of elegance and ferocity . My harpy .

With each drive of my hips, she slowly lowered her chest till it was pressed against the back of the bench, giving her ass to me so nicely.

I wasn’t going to last very long after all the foreplay.

That, mixed with the fact anyone could be watching me fuck my harpy right now, had me especially hard.

I refused to come before she did, though.

My girl needed to know that I—and only I—could or would ever give her such pleasure.

“I want you to come on my cock for me like the good fucking girl you are, Sera. You’re going to have to get used to this, because this is what every single day of the rest of your life is going to be like.

Me fucking your tight hole like you’re my personal fuck toy.

” I gritted my teeth, growling out the words as I thrusted harder and harder, ensuring I maintained a set rhythm.

“James, yes, please. I’m yours, fucking yours!” she moaned out. “Oh god.”

“No! You pray to me. My name is the only one you are allowed to cry out!” I cocked my hand back and slapped it hard across her ass, that same hand then reaching around to squeeze her throat.

“Yes… Sir…” she huffed, her body beginning to quiver again.

I felt an overwhelming surge of heat on my cock as she came for me. The intensity of the moment triggered my own orgasm, my cock erupting deep inside her. Our bodies seemed to shake in harmony, our nervous systems totally rocked by our orgasms.

Hardly able to keep my legs under me, I had to reach out with my free hand and grab Sera’s waist before she collapsed over the bench.

Following her momentum and in my own body’s apparent failure, I pulled her back to my chest and spun us.

My side hit the bench, the edges of the wood biting between my ribs and into my hip.

With Sera wrapped in my arms, I turned till she was on my lap, both of us sitting in silence while soaking in the sunlight.

After a few moments, Sera moved to straddle me, our bodies—covered in hot, sweaty passion—becoming one. She wrapped her arms around my neck as our breaths slowly fell in sync. It was the strangest feeling, having her chest pressed against mine. I could swear our hearts were beating as one.

It was then that I felt my mouth open, heard my own voice, but the words I said in that moment came out naturally. Without hesitation or forethought.

“I love you, Sera.”