Page 66 of The Art of Obsession

She doesn’t protest. Fuck, she undoes me when she leans her head on my shoulder.

It doesn’t take long to wrap her mark and my wound. I smirk, knowing it will leave a scar. She’s scarred me. It will be my greatest honor to wear such a scar.

Pulling back the sheets in the bedroom, I order her to lie on her stomach, praising her when she obeys. She’s quite attuned to praise, shivering whenever I say ‘good girl’.

No battles as I loop silk, scarlet ribbons around her wrists, then coil them expertly around her body, framing her breasts with them, though I lay her on her stomach again. I smile because her ass still bears my spanking marks, but they’ve faded to deep pink.

After I place a blindfold upon her eyes, I retrieve a bottle of lube, part her rosy pink cheeks, then trickle a few drops into her anus. She clenches, the puckered ring clamping down.

“Soften your muscles, sweet girl,” I urge and draw a solitary finger along the curvature of her spine.

“Mmm…” she moans, tensing more. “I can’t! the chastity belt, the plug, ugh…”

I give her bottom a light smack. “Relax.”

She shakes her head, my little brat. “Yeah, let me just call my yoga instructor for tips on downward dog under duress.”

I pinch her bottom.

“God!” she squeals. “Maybe if you hadn’t accessorized me like a medieval dungeon Barbie, I’d have better luck.”

I chuckle. “Is that Cherry talking?”

“Um…no, she’s currently shoving a dildo up her ass, hoping I’ll live vicariously through her.”

Fuck. I can forgive her defiance because she’s comfortable with me. Comfortable enough to get cheeky and share her inner landscape.

Everleigh fades for a few moments, no doubt arguing with her coping mechanism. Apparently, it works since all her muscles soften. Enough for me to slide the training plug into the delicate ring of nerves. Not surprised she clamps around it once it’s in. I rub oil into her bottom, massaging in a reward. I need to feel her skin beneath my hand, her warmth.

Feeling every curve, every contour of her flesh, I inhale deeply, chest tightening with a familiar ache, and begin. “I was orphaned at an early age…”

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“I will not break your skin, but I need your pain. Give me your pain.”

Chapter Playlist:

“The Becoming” – Nine Inch Nails

“In Two” – Nine Inch Nails

“Feed the Wolf” – Breaking Benjamin

“I hate u, I love u” –Gnash ft Olivia O’Brien

EVERLEIGH

He madeit clear he was not seeking atonement or compassion. No commiserating over a tragic background. Don’t let it affect you, I scold myself. He’s made no excuses for who he is. And he gave me twenty questions. And twenty answers.

And I want to know this one the most.

“I never remembered my parents, so no mommy or daddy issues if that disappoints you,” he snickers, caressing my skin, spreading tingles everywhere. “My first foster parents were quick to adopt me. When I turned five, I knew why.”

Cal settles down next to me. Despite the blindfold, I can feel his body heat and know he’s lying on his side, elbow probablypropping his head. Oddly enough, the silk ties and the butt plug seem to help me. They keep me in the moment.

“You’ve asked who I am,” he begins, his voice low and even. “But to understand me, you need to understand the world I came from. My community was off the grid in the mountains, farmhouses that dated back to the 1800s. Old blood. Very old…”

I nod, afraid to speak. When he trails his knuckles across my cheek, I shiver. He scoots closer, his naked flesh nudging mine, but his substantial length is calm.