Page 92 of Unhinged Obsession

The tingle against my clit had me melting like putty in his hands all over again. My inner thighs and ass were stinging, but it was a welcome feeling now that the little button between my legs was being massaged.

The tears stopped, and I relaxed into his soothing voice while the toy worked its magic.

“That’s it, sweetie. Just relax. The hard part is over.”

He rubbed the entire area where he had struck me, taking away some of the pain. He leaned over and gently kissed my neck, bringing a soft moan from my lips. His voice was still gentle.

“I am going to fuck you now, Kitten. I need to hear you scream my name while I fill you with my cock. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

My stomach filled with butterflies just from the sound of his voice. I felt like a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl being swept off her feet by a young Cassanova, except this was no Cassanova; this was theman who kidnapped and tormented me. A confessed killer I should have loathed but didn't. That wasn't a priority anymore.

The longer I remained caught in his web, the more I lost my true self and all reasoning. I was cracking under his spell, and it scared me.

How screwed up was I, craving my kidnappers' twisted kink? I was Jello in his hands. He had me right where he wanted me. The pain I felt two minutes ago was just a memory. I swallowed hard, nodding.

“Yes, Atlas. I will scream when you make me climax.”

“Tell me who makes you cum the best, pet.” He growled.

It wasn't a lie. There was no one comparable to him. I felt no shame. I was nothing but his submissive little slut right now, and I didn’t give a damn.

I was chasing the orgasms he expertly administered. I needed them to survive and keep me sane. When he was done, I knew he would provide excellent aftercare, giving me what I craved most…tender human contact. It didn't matter that he felt no true love for me.

It didn't matter that he was only interested in using my body to quell his need for his sick obsession. No, none of that mattered. His attention was what I needed, and I didn't care how I got it. Whether through a brutal session or gentle aftercare, I was content if I had a human connection. I needed to feel that someone cared about me.

Being locked up twenty-four hours a day with no fresh air, no clubbing, no work, and no friends is tough on a person's mental health.

Yes, I needed him.Yes,I wanted him!

I closed my eyes, allowing his words to swirl through my mind—such sexy words.

“You make me cum the hardest, Atlas.”

My breath came in short spurts while moaning from the tiny electrical shocks shooting through my sex. He took a deep breath, then turned up the vibrator.

My hips were grinding against the toy, wanting more of the sensations working their way deep within my lower region. He placed the remote on the table, then grabbed me by the hips. He rubbed his cock back and forth along my pussy, lubing the entire length of his shaft.

“Goddammit, you're soaked, Kitten!"

His breath was husky and deep.

"Although I love pounding your pussy, I want to take your ass again. You're just so fucking beautiful back here. I need to feel your tightness around my dick."

My eyes flew open, panic shooting through my whole body as my heart pounded in my chest.

Shit. He wants anal again.

Although I was scared because it had hurt me before, I didn't protest. It ended up feeling good after my body adjusted to his thickness. The vibrator was working its magic, bringing me closer to an orgasm.

I didn't care that he wanted to take me there again. He could have used the strap across my thighs once more, and I wouldn't have cared. I was too immersed in the pleasurable sensations spreading through my sex like liquid methadone.

His breath was heavy.

“Tell me you want it up the ass, pet. Tell me how much you liked it the last time.”

His voice was thick with lust. I was panting like a dog in heat. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge as the vibrator hummed against my sex.

" Atlas.” I half sobbed.