Page 36 of Deadly Obsession

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Never in my life had I had a woman do what Danielle was doing to me right now. I’d gotten the occasional blow job, naturally, but I wasn’t exactly a guy who got around. More so, I lived through the books I read.

In real life, I never really thought of myself as much of a man. My father had viewed me as a disappointment because I hadn’t joined the army like he and my brother had. Then, after my younger sister had enlisted in the Navy, that had been really it for me. I’d been practically disowned.

I wasn’t brave, didn’t know how to shoot, wasn’t very strong… And, honestly, at twenty-five years old, I was still afraid of the dark.

Even in the fucked-up situation I’d found myself in, Danielle was somehow making me feel like a man.

The things her tongue was doing to my cock were blowing my mind.

I struggled to maintain my balance, holding on to the fireplace mantle to keep myself upright.

Danielle drew her head back and spat on my cock before sealing her lips around the tip and using both hands to stroke my length.

My entire body shuddered and my legs grew weak, causing me to grab the mantle with my outside arm now .

It was then that my left hand collided with something else.

The large clock that sat in the center. Made of dense wood, the kind they used in the early 1900s.

That was when an idea came to mind. Waiting for the opportune moment where Arthur was completely entranced with our display, I would toss the clock in his direction.

Catching him totally off guard so that I could lunge forward, grab the shotgun and become the hero!

I’d prove my father wrong and perhaps even get the girl in the end.

“No! You cannot come until I’m ready!” Arthur barked at us.

Looking over, I realized he had his dick out and was clearly trying to get hard. I watched as he spat into his hand and began stroking himself.

This could be our opportunity. If he was frustrated, focusing on getting hard, perhaps he would be distracted enough for us to try something.

I glanced back down at Danielle and gave her a smile through the moans escaping my lips.

Holding up five fingers and tapping my wrist, I then closed that hand into a fist and acted as if I were throwing something before gesturing a mock explosion.

Trying to relay the message that, in five seconds, I was going to toss the clock at Arthur. And after that, we’d attack.

Her eyes went wide, and she nodded in understanding. She must have been impressed, because she started sucking me harder and faster, quickly bringing me to the next level of euphoria. I began my internal countdown, my body tensing and relaxing as Danielle brought me closer to climax.

One.

Carefully, the fingers of my left hand inched closer and closer to the mantle.

Two.

My hands closed around the top of the clock as Danielle shifted one of her palms from my shaft to my balls. She was taking me deeper and deeper into her throat. I could hardly focus.

Three.

I lifted the clock into the air, my body shaking. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Danielle’s grip on my cock tightened, and I began to erupt into the back of her throat. My hand with the clock going numb to the point I almost dropped it.

“What the fuck!” Arthur screamed out.

Then there was a loud noise. Suddenly, my face was warm and wet, and I was in excruciating pain. My legs gave out, and the room was spinning as I fell backwards, my head cracking against the fireplace.

My eyes sealed tight as I waited for the room to still. I opened them and glanced down to where I could still feel the weight of Danielle’s body against me, followed by the growing sensation of thick, warm liquid.

When my vision cleared, my brain couldn’t process what it was seeing.

My body was unresponsive. Instead of Danielle, my gaze landed on a mess of what could barely be recognized as a human head.

The upper half was gone, all but a few patches of hair and teeth, through which I could see what looked like raw ground turkey in her mouth where my dick should be.

As if it couldn’t be worse, my right hip was practically nonexistent.

At that moment of realization, I screamed. I couldn’t hear myself screaming, but I could feel my throat going raw. I was screaming louder than I ever had, because what else could I do?

My eyes drifted around the room, as my hands instinctively reached for my groin, until I spotted Arthur hitting the chair with a fist as his other hand struggled to work himself back into his pants. My gaze then shifted to where Sera had been sitting. And wasn’t anymore.

I was going to die alone. I knew that. The last thing I could do with my life was scream, in hopes I’d keep this psycho’s attention a little longer and allow Sera to escape.

My world started to blur, my body going numb from blood loss. I didn’t even register that Arthur had closed the distance till he was standing over me, the shotgun suspended between us. Then he brought the stock down. Hard.

I got one last scream out. Then that was it.