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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“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Mark said with a smile. He touched the open clasp, not unlike the hook of an earring. “When I release the pin, it will spring permanently shut, a constant symbol of ownership.”

He set down the jewelry and took a piece of ice from a small metal bowl. He held the ice to her labia until they were frozen and numb.

Alana shivered.

He picked up the threading needle he would use to pierce her flesh.

Alana closed her eyes.

“Okay, Alana,” he said, leaning over her. “Stay very still. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her breath catching in her throat.

She felt the tension at her sex as he pulled the flesh taut.

“Okay, take a deep breath and count to three. Then let it out.”

She did so, relaxing slightly as she exhaled.

“Again.”

This time, as she exhaled on the third count, she felt a stinging pinch, and she jerked in her bonds, crying out a little.

“Shh, it’s done. You did very well. I just need to thread the jewelry through now. Stay still.”

Alana tried to stop trembling as he finished his work. It really hadn’t been bad at all. Nevertheless, she was glad she was lying down, because the world was spinning beneath her eyelids. Then she felt his lips lightly touching hers.

“It’s done, baby,” he crooned. “You were very brave. And it’s beautiful.”

Alana opened her eyes and smiled. There was a dull throb of pain where the needle had pierced her, but nothing she couldn’t tolerate. She could feel the weight of the gold now locked into her flesh. She lay still as Mark untied her restraints and gently removed the pillows from under her body.

“May I see it?” she asked, not quite believing the whole thing was over.

Mark brought a small hand mirror and helped her to sit up. The gold hoop lay against her thigh, its clasp glinting at her labium. Alana stared at the jewelry and up at Mark.

He was watching her intently, something like pain moving over his features.

“I love you,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

Alana’s mouth fell open. He had never said those three words before, though he’d danced around them many times. This was the man who owned her, who controlled her, who used her, who was obsessed with her—and those concepts she understood.

Months of training, deprivation and constant sexual stimulation with no distractions from the outside world had fixated Alana’s focus completely on the man standing before her, the man who had just said out loud at last that he loved her.

She knew he wanted her to say it back. She thought perhaps she would. She would test the words in the air. See how it felt. She knew it would please him. And when Mark was pleased, things went better for his slave girl. She pursed her lips as if to speak, but somehow the words caught in her throat. She couldn’t will them to form on her tongue.

“Thank you, Sir,” she managed instead.

~*~

Alana’s piercing healed well. Mark had been careful not to whip or fuck her cunt until it was fully healed, with no sign of infection or problem. While he was waiting, he used her ass instead.

He loved to force her down to her knees and have her spread her own cheeks and huskily beg for him to fuck her in the ass, the gold slave jewelry swaying between her thighs.

Alana would moan, and sometimes cry out if he was rough, but she never asked for mercy. She never tried to pull away. She would thank him for using her, and kiss his feet when he was done.

This morning he had pronounced her ready to resume all her proper duties as his sex slave. Now Alana stood in the playroom, wearing only spiked high heels and nipple clamps, along with the slave jewelry at her wrists and cunt.

Mark approached her with a long gold chain in his hand, a scene from one of his favorite books, Story of O, in his mind. “This is your leash, my pet. But instead of attaching it to a collar, I’m going to attach it to your pretty little pussy.”

Gently, he took hold of the gold hoop between her legs, and attached the leash to it. He pulled on it slightly as he walked around the room, forcing his slave to keep up. Her heels click-clacked on the wooden floor as he led her around in a large circle.

“Perhaps I should take my pet for a walk outside?”

Mark smiled with anticipation as he led Alana from the playroom, leading her by her cunt. He took a long coat from the closet and put it on the naked woman. Removing her high heels, he replaced them with the rain boots. Then he led her out into the snow.

He hadn’t zipped the coat, and he noted with approval that Alana didn’t do so herself. The day was sunny and windless, though it couldn’t have been more than thirty degrees. After a minute or so, Alana began to shiver as he led her around and around the yard, pulling at her cunt every few paces to force her to keep up with him. She slipped once and almost fell, but managed to regain her balance.


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