Obsession – Girl Abducted Read Online Claire Thompson

Categories Genre: BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
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She didn’t protest, though he could see she wanted to. Progress.

When he’d carefully shaved her smooth, he turned his focus at last to her pussy. “We could do wax,” he mused as he regarded her. “But I do like the idea of a blade against your cunt.” He smiled at her gasp. A sudden, glittering image of her chained against a wall as he held a long, sharp blade to her smooth cunt and pressed the tip against her skin leaped into his mind’s eye.

“Please,” she entreated, snapping him from his reverie. “You’re scaring me.”

He lifted his lips into a cruel, amused smile. “Good. A little fear is a good thing, Alana. It reminds you of your place.” He let the water drain from the tub until it was low enough to leave her body accessible to him.

First, he trimmed her pubes as closely as possible to the skin. She held herself very still during the process—a wise move. He let the rest of the water out of the tub. Though the room was warm from the steam and the heater, the naked girl shivered, goosebumps rising on her flesh.

Mark squirted some of the oil directly on what was left of Alana’s pubic hair. He picked up the razor and leaned over the tub to get a good angle. He began to shave her, moving the razor carefully over her mons until she was smooth.

Alana watched with wide eyes all the while.

“Lift your hips and spread your legs so I can get at your labia,” he instructed. “And don’t move. I don’t want to nick you.”

She obeyed, her body trembling, though whether from cold or fear, he wasn’t certain. With slow, careful strokes, Mark shaved the delicate skin until it was as soft as satin. Satisfied, he ran the bath water again, filling the tub with warm water to rinse her.

When he finally had her climb out, she reached for the towel he held in his hands, but he shook his head. “No. I’m ministering to you right now. I will dry you.”

She stood and shifted obediently as he directed while he toweled her dry. He removed the towel from her head and carefully brushed her wet, tangled hair smooth before tucking the damp locks behind her ears.

Satisfied, he spread a fresh towel on the counter beside the sink. “Get up here and spread your legs. I want to taste you.”

She looked confused for a moment. Then, apparently understanding, she blushed dark red.

“Go on,” he urged. “I’m going to lick that pretty, smooth cunt, and if you’re a very good girl, I might even let you come.” He hoisted her up onto the towel and forced her thighs wide. Crouching in front of her, he admired her cunt, which really was a work of art, like an orchid in bloom, the petals dark pink fading to purple.

Bringing his face close, he inhaled the sweet aroma of bath oil and feminine musk. Placing his hands on her thighs to keep them apart, he licked lightly along the smooth, satiny soft folds of her pussy. As he licked in circles around her clit, Alana moaned, ever so softly.

Excited, he let his tongue flick directly over the hood of her clit. Taking his time, he licked and suckled her until she was moaning in earnest, her breath coming fast. “Oh,” she sighed. “Oh, oh, oh…” She was trembling, her chest heaving, clearly on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

Abruptly, Mark pulled away from her. “Alana,” he said, his own lust barely controlled, “I know you’re about to come, but slave girls have to pay for their orgasms. Are you willing to pay?”

She frowned, fear in her eyes. “I—I don’t know. I’m afraid you’re going to hurt me again.” Her voice trembled.

“I will hurt you, yes,” he agreed pleasantly, though his cock was about to burst with excitement. “Pain is good for the submissive soul. You’ll appreciate the pleasure that much more keenly. I’m going to teach you to associate pain and pleasure. To endure the one to achieve the other. I’m going to teach you that to suffer can be sublime.”

No longer panting with lust, she tried to close her legs, but he wouldn’t let her, his hands still firmly on her thighs. “I don’t want to learn that,” she dared.

“No one asked you what you wanted,” he informed her. “It’s about what you need. And you need to suffer.” He reached for the hairbrush with one hand, the other still on her thigh. “Let’s see,” he pretended to muse, though he knew exactly what he was going to do. “Since it’s your cunt that is so needy, your cunt will take the pain.”

Her eyes on the brush, Alana again tried to shut her legs.

Mark removed his hand but directed sharply, “Keep your legs open, if you know what’s good for you. Wide open. If you try to close them again, I’ll tie you down.” Making his tone gentler, he continued, “You want the pleasure. You must learn to take the pain that goes with it.”


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