Page 31 of Obsessive Love

The oven sounded, and I picked up the tray and put it in it. “Alright, while that bakes, we can start on some other stuff,” I said, turning to KO. “How do you feel about honey?”

“I love it,” she answered. “Why?”

“Because I have an idea.” I grabbed the extra dough I’d made from the fridge and set it on the counter. “Now, wash your hands so we can get to work.”

“You know how to swim?” Pyrite asked me. “Let’s go swimming.”

“I don’t have a swimsuit,” I said while cleaning. KO and Sunday had left after being here nearly five hours. We made a lot of progress on her cookies and even came up with some designs for her daughter.

“In your room already,” Pyrite said as he left.

I finished cleaning, made sure the oven was off, and went to my room to change.

I was tired but not sleepy, and a dip in the pool sounded like just what I needed.

Especially since I planned to wash and deep condition my hair later.

After I changed into the black two-piece swimsuit, I grabbed a towel from the closet and went to the pool.

“Is the water cold?” I asked Pyrite as I walked outside. I put my towel on one of the chairs near the pool and took off my shoes.

Pyrite sat on the pool's edge with his feet in the water. Water rolled off his shoulders, making his skin glisten. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. He’d pulled his hair up in a ponytail before he left, and it swayed behind him. “You never answered my question; can you swim?”

“Yeah,” I answered as I walked to the pool's edge. I knew the ankle monitor was waterproof, but I hesitated to get in. I didn’t care about damaging it, but I didn’t want it to short out and shock me.

“Then get in.” He stood up and stretched his arms over his head, and I noticed he had more tattoos on his ribs. Almost his entire chest and back were covered with different tattoos. When I didn’t move, he approached me and pulled me to him. “You scared?”

“No,” I said, looking up at him. He licked his lips and then nodded.

“Then hold on,” he said, pulling me into the pool.

The water wasn’t cold, but it was still a shock to my system. I swam to the top, wiped my face with my hands, then started treading the water. Pyrite came up a few seconds later, wiped his face, and smiled at me.

“I was going to get in.” I splashed water at him. “I didn’t need your help.”

“I thought you did,” he laughed and swam around me. “You get everything situated with KO?”

“Yep,” I nodded. “She was happy with her decision, and we even designed something for her daughter, Ki.”

“That’s what’s up.” He continued to circle me, and I followed his movements. “Rhodes called me earlier and said that he’s happy with his shit, too. He was talking shit to one of the other players, and now them niggas blowing up my line trying to figure out what day they are coming over.”

“What did you tell them?”

“Not to call my phone until after the arena opens back up,” he answered with a laugh. “Everybody is off.”

“Not me,” I said.

“Even you,” he confirmed. “KO was your only appointment until the arena opens back up. I already let the other players know.”

“Why?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Why, what?”

“Am I off?”

He swam close enough to pull me to him, then wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his dick pressed against my pussy, and it took everything in me not to grind against him. He was thick and long and wasn’t even hard.

“Because I’m in charge, Itty Bitty,” he answered as he rested my back against the pool wall. When we’d moved that much, I wasn’t sure, but being between the hard wall and his solid chest had my heart beating fast. “It’s one person I answer to.”

“It's obvious that not even your mama can tell you what to do.” When we were at his parents' house, his mama fussed at him the entire time about him taking the monitor off my leg. He denied it every time. Even his daddy told him to, and he was given the same answer. They’d looked to Citrine for help, and he’d thrown up his hands and said it wasn’t his fight.

“Not at all,” he laughed, then buried his face into the side of my neck. “You smell like cinnamon.”

“Do I?” I asked, and he nodded.

Pyrite lifted his head and stared down at me. His nostrils flared, and his eyes were low. “Do you taste like it, too?”

“I don’t think so,” I softly answered.

“Let me see,” he said, then his lips touched mine.

They were soft and warm, and when he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I knew I was a fucking goner.

I was a woman who loved to kiss; physical touch was my love language, and how Pyrite kissed me showed that it was his, too.

His mouth was cool, minty like he’d just brushed his teeth or was recently chewing gum.

My arms went around his neck, and I pulled him closer.

His dick swelled against my pussy, and my body reacted to that, too.

My nipples hardened under my top, and my pussy started to pulse harder.

The little bit of oxygen I had in my lungs was sucked out as an unexpected orgasm ripped through my body.

Never in my life had I ever cum from a kiss, but it’d just happened. Pyrite may have noticed, but he didn’t stop kissing me. When we finally pulled apart, his lips were swollen just like I knew mine were. He rested his forehead against mine and then licked his lips.

“Yeah, you do,” he said lowly, then chuckled. His hand went from my leg to my ass, and he squeezed it. “I swear the shit I want to do to you should be against the law.”

“You’ve already broken the law once you kidnapped me; what’s stopping you?” I asked, not giving a fuck. I was hot and horny, and this fine-ass man had just made me cum from kissing him. I knew what his mouth could do; I needed to know if his dick was the same way.

“I didn’t bring you out here for this,” he said, shaking his head. “I swear I didn’t.” he closed his eyes then chuckled lowly. “I just wanted you to relax. Chill out.”

“Pyrite, if you’re scared, just say that,” I challenged him. I knew what I was doing. Pyrite was used to fighting with me. Me making it easy for him was throwing him off his game. I needed to be fucked. Not coddled.

“Scared?” he opened his eyes and reared back. “Stop playing with me.”

“You’re scared,” I said, looking him in his eyes. “Just admit it, and I’ll go on with my day.”

His nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched before he slowly smiled, and I knew at that moment, I fucked up.

He adjusted me in his arms, and then we began to move.

I thought we would get out of the pool, but he moved us from the six feet to the five and then pushed me back against the wall.

That foot made a difference, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Pyrite reached between our bodies, and I felt his hand push the crotch of my swimming suit to the side, and then two fingers were inside me.

“The fuck I gotta be scared of, Fable?” he taunted as he pressed against my clit. “Huh? This pussy? Baby, I already tasted her, remember?” he put his mouth next to my ear and chuckled. “This is my playground.”

“Fuck,” I hissed. My pussy was wet as hell from his actions, and it had nothing to do with us still being in the water.

“I got a slip and slide.” He pushed into me faster. “A trampoline.” He bounced his thumb against my clit. “She's a little tight, but I know that means it's just an exclusive park.”

I clawed into his back and bit into his neck. Pyrite was naturally aggressive, so I knew my aggressiveness wouldn’t bother him.

“Biting, crying, screaming — it’s all encouraged here,” he taunted.

“The harder you hit, the harder I hit.” He pulled his hand from my pussy, and I could feel him pushing at his shorts.

The head of his dick pressed against my opening, and then my eyes started rolling in the back of my head.

Pyrite’s dick stretched out my walls, and I had to let out a moan. “Oh shit.”

“Pyrite,” I moaned and shook my head.

“Stop fucking talking,” he grunted as he thrust into me.

His hand went to my ponytail, pulling my head from his shoulder to make me look at him.

“You said I was scared, remember? The fuck I gotta be scared of Fable? This pussy?” he gave me a sexy smile.

“Baby, this was made for a crazy nigga like me.”

He smashed his mouth into mine, and I moaned again. He was fucking me so hard that the water was crashing around us.

I pulled my mouth from his and moaned again.

It was the only thing I could do. There was no reason I was feeling like this.

I shouldn’t be fucking him, I shouldn’t even be here.

But I was. I was letting him have his way with me; I was willingly being fucked by a man that kidnapped me.

And even though I knew he was crazy, I was enjoying the hell out of it and would let him do it again.

“I knew it would be like this,” he groaned. “I fucking knew it.”

“Pyrite,” I moaned as I felt my orgasm approaching.

“I already fucking know, I feel it.” He slowed down just like I needed him to. “I ain’t ready for you to cum yet, though.” He shook his head. “Nah, I want to see my girl cum.”

He stopped fucking me, and we started moving.

He walked us out of the pool and then sat on the first pool chair he saw.

As soon as my back hit the chair, he started pumping into me again.

Feeling him outside the water had me ready to run, but I wasn’t sure which way to go.

The pleasure made me want to cling to him, but at the same time, it was overwhelming.

Sex was not supposed to be like this. His hand went around my throat, and his mouth went to my ear.

“Dear Fable, our love story didn’t start like others, but that’s okay because it’s uniquely ours.

We will fuss, fight, laugh, joke, cry, and grow together because we are destined.

Your crazy, matches mine. And I feel sorry for the world if we are ever to separate because I will burn this bitch down until we are reunited,” he said into my ear.

His voice washed over my skin, igniting another fire inside of me.

I was okay with rough, unemotional sex, but him switching up his pace and tone had me gasping for air. “This isn’t anything but obsessive.”

“Pyrite,” I moaned, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Pyrite.”

“I’m obsessed with you, Fable, and it’s only going to get worse.”

I didn’t want it to, but his confession awakened something in me. He was obsessed. Shit, so was I.

This was bad, real fucking bad.

He leaned back, adjusted his body between my legs, let my throat go, and then grabbed my ankles. He spread me wide and fucked me. His eyes stayed focused on my pussy like he couldn’t take his eyes off our connection.

“Fable,” he said, and shook his head. “Yeah, I’m obsessed.”

He moved faster, the head of his dick knocked against my G-spot, and I orgasmed so hard that my back arched off the chair, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The last thing I remember seeing was Pyrite smiling at me.