Page 52 of Obsessive Love

“My name is Genesis, and we are Krude and the Krudetts!” he said, then pointed to the door. It opened, and three other men and two women walked in, dressed in blue velvet suits. “We are your entertainment for tonight.”

Music started playing, and when he started singing, I knew I was in for a damn time.

“It was the third of September!”

“I think I changed my mind,” Yamari laughed as she watched them perform. “I might move here if stuff like this is normal!” She danced in her seat as Krude and his background singers and dancers performed.

“What are you doing?” Pyrite asked as I stood at the foot of the bed.

After spending nearly six hours with Yamari at Xoey’s, I was ready to call it a day, and she agreed.

We had fun, but I missed Pyrite. On the drive home, we talked about telling him I was in love with him.

Yamari wanted me to blurt it off, but I knew I needed to do something memorable.

“Hmm, Itty Bitty?” I held up a pair of handcuffs, and Pyrite laughed. “You want to use those?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “Are you game?”

“Hell yeah.” He put his laptop on the table beside the bed and pushed the covers back. “You ready?”

“Pause,” I said, stepping back. Pyrite lifted his brow in surprise, and I smiled. “I want to use them on you.”

“Bet,” he agreed, then laid down on his back. “Have your way with me.”

“Take your clothes off first, Pyrite,” I laughed. He stripped out of his clothes, throwing them in the corner of the room, and laid back down. I walked around the bed and secured him to it using the cuffs. He tugged at the cuffs on his wrist and nodded. “This shit tight. Is this how I had you?”

“Yep,” I nodded, then went back to the foot of the bed. I set the bowl of ice I’d brought with me on the end of the bed. “I want you to trust me.” I climbed into the bed and straddled his legs. “You trust me, Pyrite Stone?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, then bit into his bottom lip.

I picked up the bowl of ice and set it on his chest. “I promise to be gentle.”

“Nah,” he said, then chuckled. “Do what you wanna do.”

I ran my hand up and down his leg, enjoying the feel of his skin on the tip of my fingers.

I wasn’t ready to speak yet, so I let my hands say what my mouth couldn’t say.

I moved up his legs until I was straddling his lap.

His dick was hard, so I had to adjust how I was sitting so I didn’t hurt him.

I had plans for his dick. I took a piece of ice from the bowl and rubbed it up and down his chest.

“Shit,” he hissed when it touched his nipple. “That shit is cold.”

I put the ice back in the bowl and kissed his chest. Every place that the ice touched, my lips did as well.

When I got to his nipple, I gently bit it before placing a kiss on it.

I sat up, wrapped my hand around his neck, and touched his lips.

I nipped, licked, and traced his bottom lip with my tongue.

He chuckled lowly at my teasing but didn’t move.

“I expected you to be trying to break out of those by now.” I traced his jawline with my finger and smiled. I loved this man, totally and unapologetically.

“I’m trying hard as hell not to,” he replied, and I nodded. “You are so fucking beautiful, man.” I stopped tracing his jaw and stared at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you call me beautiful,” I said. I thought back to all our conversations that I could remember and came up blank. He’d told me a lot of things, but never called me beautiful.

“Nah, ain’t no way, I know I said that shit before,” he replied, and I shook my head. “Legit? Alright, let me fix that shit right now.” He tugged at the cuffs. “Take these off.”

“No.”

Pyrite’s nostrils flared, and then he nodded. “Alright, well, Fable Walters, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. No one compares to you, mentally, physically, or emotionally when it comes to me.”

“Thank you.” I went back to tracing his jaw.

“Nah, there’s no reason to thank me,” he continued. “Because I swear to you, I have been saying it. It may have just been mentally, and that’s on me. I’ll spend the rest of our lives making sure you hear it.”

“You want to spend the rest of your life with me?” I wasn’t an insecure woman, but hearing this man say he wanted me for the rest of his life did something to my heart.

“This one, the next, and every one after that.”

Some may call me weak or deranged because I love what he said, but I don’t care.

I didn’t need a big, grand gesture or a lot of words.

I needed action; if Pyrite Stone wasn’t anything else, he was a man of action.

He’d shown me that from the very moment I met him.

What he wanted, he went after, and what he said, he meant.

Him saying that he wanted me now and forever was his truth, and I had to respect it.

“Okay,” I said, nodding. I stood, stripped off my clothes, then returned to my original spot.

His dick patted against my ass, and I had to bite my lip.

My pussy was so wet that he had a puddle on his stomach.

I reached between us, dipped my fingers into my juices, then brought them to Pyrite's lips.

I smeared my juices against his lips, and he greedily licked it off and then sucked on my fingers.

“I’m going to ask only one thing of you, Pyrite,”

“Whatever it is, it's yours,” he said after he sucked all the juices off my fingers.

I lifted, lined his dick up to my opening, then lowered. He filled and stretched me, and I had to dig my nails into his chest to keep from screaming out in pleasure.

“Fuck,” I hissed as I allowed my body to adjust to him. “Stay obsessed with me.”

“Uncuff me, Fable,” he said as he pulled at the cuffs. The veins in his neck and forehead were protruding as if he were struggling to maintain control.

“No.” I started moving my hips, and Pyrite continued to fight against the cuffs.

Even though he was stronger than I was, I knew they wouldn’t break.

Zane had done an amazing job of building us a steady bed.

I placed my hands on Pyrite’s chest for balance, then planted my feet and hovered over him.

I rode his dick until my head started to swim, and my orgasm knocked against my chest. “Fuck!”

“Come on, baby, unlock me,” Pyrite begged as he tried to fuck me from below. “Come on, Fable, let me help you, baby.”

“Shit, Pyrite,” I moaned as I continued to ride him.

His dick felt so good, and I knew I wasn’t going to last too much longer.

I chased this feeling every time we had sex.

It was all-consuming, yet freeing at the same time.

I lowered to my knees and bent so my mouth was next to Pyrite’s ear.

I nibbled at his ear, teasing him like he did me, then kissed his neck.

“I feel that nut, Fable; let me get it,” he grunted. “Come on, baby, cum for me.”

“Not yet,” I moaned.

“Why, baby?”

“Because I haven’t told you yet,” I moaned and shook my head.

I wrapped my hand around his throat. “Dear Pyrite,” I gasped when he slowed his movements.

He was dragging my pleasure out of me. “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,” I recited the first prayer he’d ever told me when we had sex. “This isn’t anything but obsessive.”

“Fuck!” Pyrite groaned as he nutted. His orgasm triggered mine, and I followed behind him. “Fuck!”

I reached up and unlocked his wrist from the cuffs. Pyrite wrapped his arms around me and flipped us over. He stared at me, chuckled, then smashed his mouth into mine. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine and started to rock into me. I gasped, and my back arched off the bed.

“Dear Fable,” he said as he watched me. His arms went under my legs, and my knees were almost at my underarms. “I’m about to crash out in this pussy, then love on you for the rest of our lives because I’ve been obsessed with you since the moment I stepped into your bakery to collect a debt.

” He chuckled and sped up his movements.

“Don’t forget to say amen,” I moaned.

“Amen,” he said, then kissed me.