Page 22 of Deadly Obsession

SEVENTEEN

SERA

As soon as we entered the bedroom, James went to the door that opened up to the small private patio overlooking the cabin’s front entrance.

He leaned his head out, allowing the chilled air and rain to blow inside before quickly shutting the door, ensuring the lock was in place and pulling the blackout curtains closed.

“You seem on edge. What is it?” I dared to ask, with a measure of concern in my voice.

He turned back towards me and my stomach tensed at the expression I saw on his face—or perhaps at the lack of emotion. His features were hard. His brows furrowed and his eyes appearing laser focused yet distant at the same time, as if he wasn’t looking at me but through me.

“James?”

With the sound of his name, he seemed to come back from wherever he was just now. “Ah, sorry. Guess I zoned out there for a minute. I’m going to get in the shower,” he said, stepping over to me and kissing my forehead, then taking one of the candles with him before disappearing into the bathroom.

A moment later, I heard the sound of the shower turning on.

He hadn’t invited or commanded me to join him.

Something was definitely off. This man had done a damn good job of fucking me every chance he got the entire time we’d been here.

The fact he wasn’t bending me over in the shower right now was concerning.

He’d said there wasn’t anything outside when he’d checked, but since then, he’d seemed all business.

Perhaps he was just tired and cold from being caught in the storm?

I pulled my phone from my pocket and considered sending my parents a text and video for Alexander. Only to unlock my screen and frown, coming to the realization that in addition to having no signal, the Wi-Fi was out.

Of course it was. No power meant no internet .

“First world problems.” I sighed and turned on the airplane mode and battery saver to keep the device alive for as long as possible.

Going to my side of the bed, I plugged my phone in so that when the power did hopefully return, it would be ready to charge.

I remembered seeing a few tea candles in the nightstand drawer and decided to be spontaneous.

I pulled out a handful and placed them around the room, lighting the wick as I went till the space was delicately illuminated.

A deafening boom of thunder caused the glass patio door to rattle as if someone were trying to force it open.

And I jumped, a squeal escaping my lips.

Shaking my head at myself, I looked to the bathroom door, at a loss for what to do.

That was until my eyes drifted over to the bed.

More specifically, to one of the restraints currently dangling from the corner of the bedhead.

A smile tugged at my mouth as I moved to the dresser and grabbed the outfit I’d bought specifically for this trip.

I stripped down and then proceeded to put on the black lace teddy, the thigh garters, and the crotchless gusset with thin gold chains lacing the front together just below my breasts and decorating the shoulder strap.

James had no idea I’d bought this for him, and I been wondering if I’d even be able to work up the courage to wear it.

Stepping over to the mirror to see my reflection, I was surprised by the woman looking back at me.

Her light skin and many elegant tattoos complemented by the black lace lingerie.

She looked sexy and powerful, a woman in charge, yet beautiful and fragile at the same time.

The image had the heat growing between my thighs.

Fuck, I was turning myself on.

The shower cut off, and I realized I had one chance to do this right. On first instinct, I lifted my arm. Setting my hand against the door while leaning with my other hand on my hip.

No, fuck! That was the book boyfriend lean. Stupid!

Quickly righting myself, I grabbed one of James’s belts hanging on the back of the door, folded it in half, and moved closer to the foot of the bed, where the storage chest was located.

Then I braced one foot on top and faced the bathroom, gripping the ends of the belt and resting the length of it on the open palm of my free hand.

The bathroom door opened with all the dramatization of a WWE superstar entrance.

Steam rolled out, the candlelight flickering as James exited.

His skin glowed warm and orange in the light, a few beads of water glistening on his chest before falling towards the towel wrapped around his waist. It took him a moment to see me as he dried his beard.

His glare settling on me in a predatory gaze as soon as he lowered the material from his face.

He scanned all the way down to where my core was exposed between my thighs, slowly bringing his hungry eyes back to meet mine.

“Fuck, Harps, you look amazing.” He took a long step forward, his hands outstretched. And right before he was able to make contact, I pressed the folded belt against the center of his chest.

“Down boy…” I heard the hesitation in my own voice but it didn’t seem to matter. He listened anyway, his brows ri sing in surprise. A smile separated his full lips and he chuckled.

“Oh, this is unexpected. Going to show me your claws, little harpy?” His tone was teasing, almost daring. He was challenging me and something about that added fuel to my fire.

I cocked a hand back, the leather of the folded belt cracking against his cheek.

His head turned with the blow, and for a brief moment, I froze.

I’d never struck a man before, not in any sort of way.

And I’d certainly never tried dominating my partner, but I’d read about it.

I had watched scenes on Pornhub and gotten off to it.

Doing it for real, though? That was next level.

James let out a hiss, and I tensed.

Fuck, did I take it too far?

But when his face turned back, I realized he was smiling. “Harder,” was all he said. His eyes dark and piercing. Like a pair of obsidian daggers plunging into me. Into my desire. He was a feral lion and I was his tamer.

“Sit,” I commanded, dropping my foot from the chest and pointing downward with the folded belt.

When James didn’t immediately respond, I grabbed his shoulders and guided him over till his heels were against the chest. Then I shoved him back.

The towel in his hands falling to the floor while the one wrapped around his waist split open between his legs, just barely exposing the dark ink of his inner thigh tattoos.

I stood over him, my glare locking on to the radiant forest-green of his eyes. And the things I found there? The desire, the rage, and something darker—something I couldn’t find a name for. They made my core ignite.

Turning away from him, I sauntered across the room, hearing “Goddess” by Written by Wolves playing in my head.

My body was perfectly framed in the dresser’s mirror, James’s reflection showing each time I swayed far enough to one side or the other.

His eyes honed in on my ass. I could practically feel them on me.

I moved the belt behind me and unfolded it, pulling it tight against the skin under my ass.

Then I bent at the waist till I was looking at him from the space between my thighs.

“Like what you see?” I asked with an upside-down smirk. From this angle, I could make out the way his hardened length lifted the towel over his lap.

“Fuck, baby, yes, I do…” James replied, moving a hand in my direction. I stood upright and took a step back.

“No touching. You have to earn that,” I said while looking at him over a shoulder.

The struggle to restrain himself was apparent on his face, and the feeling of being so desired made me bolder.

“Take off the towel. Let me see how hard you are for me, baby.” I dropped the end of the belt from one hand and gripped my ass, spreading it slightly before turning to face him again.

He shifted the ends of the towel to the sides, his large cock erect and free.

“Hmm, you’re so hard for me… I bet you’d love to stick that in me…

here.” Using my empty hand, I slowly traced my mouth.

Sliding a fingertip down and tugging at my lower lip along the way.

I continued to graze a hand over my neck, between my breasts, and down over my exposed core.

His eyes followed my movements with the focus of a starved predator watching its prey.

“Or here?” I glided a finger over my wet slit, moaning softly as I hook two more inside myself.

His right hand moved towards his cock, and I raised the belt and lightly dropped the length of it onto his lap.

“No, you don’t get to touch yourself either.

I’m in charge. You only get pleasure when I say so.

” I slowly removed my fingers from myself, brought them up to my mouth, and ran my tongue from base to tip before sealing my lips around the tops.

Sucking them clean. “So sweet, just like honey. Would you like a taste, baby?” I asked before moving my hand back down and slipping my fingers inside me once more.

“Fuck yes, I need it,” James growled.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please,” he answered.

“That’s a good boy. Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and stay still,” I instructed, and he eagerly obeyed.

I pulled my hand back and climbed onto the bench so that I was on my knees.

Straddling him but high enough that the tip of his length couldn’t touch me, I slid my arousal-coated fingers past my lips.

Once I’d collected it all, I drew them out again and gripped James’s hair, keeping his head tilted back as I spit into his waiting mouth.

He remained still, just like I told him.

Leaning closer, I brushed my lips against his ear. “Swallow,” I whispered before giving his lobe a playful tug with my teeth.

James’s jaw snapped shut, his moan a deep rumbling thunder in his throat.

“Hmm, such a good boy you are.” I kissed his neck, then stood and took a step back. “Now… lie on the bed. Strap your ankles into the restraints first and then one of your hands.”

James pushed to his feet, and I couldn’t help but glance down at his throbbing length as it bobbed in the air in front of him.

Lying on the bed as he’d been instructed, he bound each of his ankles, then his right wrist. His eyes only leaving me once per restraint.

I could see his jaw ticking, as if the notion of not being able to pin me down and fuck me right now was ripping him apart.

I stepped up and grabbed his free wrist, guiding it to the last restraint while ensuring I’d secured him properly.

Then I moved around to the other straps, adjusting them until they functioned for someone of his height.

I did have to tighten one of the ankles slightly, but I was surprised that he hadn’t left his right hand looser.

He was listening so well. More impressive than that was the fact he was actually letting me be in control, even though I could tell he wasn’t used to this. Which was fine, because neither was I.

I opened the nightstand drawer on his side of the bed and pulled out the silky black blindfold he’d used on me.

“Lift your head,” I ordered him, tying the material behind his head and ensuring his eyes were completely covered.

“You’re going to be my fuck toy now…” I reached out and lightly stroked his hardened length with my fingertips.

“You have such a nice cock. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll play with it. But first…”

Smiling, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself so that my knees were on each side of his head, my feet resting in the pockets of his shoulders.

“Fuck, baby, you smell so sweet,” he moaned.

I sank my teeth into my lip at the compliment but cocked my hand back and slapped his torso, causing him to hiss. “You speak only when spoken to. Your mouth’s only purpose right now is pleasing me. Understood?”

“Yes,” he bit out.

“That’s yes, Mistress ,” I corrected, gripping his throat this time. I couldn’t even come close to choking him, digging my fingernails into his skin instead. “Say it.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered just above a whisper.

“Good boy. Now keep your mouth shut until I tell you otherwise.” I released his throat and placed my hands on the top rail of the bedhead.

Lowering myself, I sat my exposed core on his mouth.

The warmth of his lips on me was a self-inflicted tease I wouldn’t be able to endure for long.

Letting some of my body weight press down on him, I began to grind against his face.

The stimulation had my already-wet center igniting as I felt my arousal beginning to soak his beard against my skin.

I closed my eyes, arched my back slightly, and removed one hand from the rail to reach back and grab his length, my fingertips just barely meeting around his girth. He pulsed in my grip, his hips moving up like he was trying to fuck my palm.

“Eat my pussy and make me come, James,” I commanded with a moan.

He didn’t hesitate, and before I could take my next breath, his tongue was unhinged.

Placing both hands back on the rail, I continued grinding against his mouth.

Even in this position, this man knew exactly what to do.

He worked his tongue on my clit, occasionally closing his lips on my heat to swallow and then resuming the same perfect rhythm.

Most women might get frustrated by the brief pauses, but I couldn’t complain.

As wet as I was right now, he would likely drown if he didn’t drink me in.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breaths growing shorter and quicker as that familiar buildup rose to the surface. Just as I had the faintest inclination to warn him, the thought was erased by the pleasure.

On impulse, I reached down and gripped his hair as my thighs tightened around his face. And I erupted with hot, wet pleasure, each burst causing my body to seize until I was nearly falling forward.