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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This was excellent. She was coming around nicely, and Mark’s spirits soared. Reaching up, he unhooked the chain that held her arms suspended and removed the thick leather cuffs. Perching on the bed beside her, he said, “I’m glad you’re coming to accept your new situation. We’ll start out simple. There are rules in my house, and you’ll come to learn them all. The first one is this.”

He opened the drawer in the nightstand and took out four iron bracelets. He’d had them custom-made just for her and he couldn’t wait to put them on. Each bracelet had a clasp comprised of two small ovals, an O-ring welded in place on the opposite side. When he snapped the clasps into place, they would be impossible to open without the aid of a special key. “Hold out your wrists,” he instructed.

With another fearful glance at the gun, Alana did as she was told, and he clicked the bracelets into place, first on her wrists, then on her ankles. The fit was perfect and she looked breathtakingly lovely in his jewelry. “These slave bracelets symbolize your servitude and my ownership of you,” he informed her with a satisfied smile. “In return for your absolute obedience and submission, I promise to cherish and adore you.”

Her expression was either one of horror or fear. Mark decided on the latter. “It’s all right to be afraid, my sweet girl.” He grasped her nipple and twisted, and she yelped in pain as she tried to shrink back from him. Letting her go, he stood and pulled the gun from his jeans.

“No, please,” she cried. “Don’t kill me!” She covered her face with her hands.

Mark laughed indulgently. “I’m not going to kill you, silly girl.” His cock throbbed. He could hardly believe he’d exercised as much restraint as he had to this point, but he’d wanted her conscious for their first time. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Ignoring the look on her face, he set the gun down on the nightstand and quickly pulled off his clothes, his eyes on her the whole time in case she got any stupid ideas.

Naked, he draped himself over his darling Alana. When she yelped, he clamped his hand over her mouth. Using his knee, he easily forced her thighs apart. His rock-hard cock pressed against her pussy. She wasn’t properly wet, but he wouldn’t punish her just yet for that. Instead, he spit onto his fingers and coated the head of his cock with his saliva. Then, with one perfect thrust, he pushed himself inside.

Alana screamed against his hand, but that just made him harder. At the same time, the hot, velvet walls of her cunt contracted around his cock as he eased out and slammed back in. She wanted him! He desperately wanted to hold on, but it was too astoundingly fabulous to be buried inside his true love’s pussy, and he came within seconds of penetration.

He slumped against her, breathing in the scent of her perfume mingled with the acrid, arousing scent of fear. Finally lifting himself onto his elbows, he looked at her. Her face was averted, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Grasping her by the chin, Mark forced her face toward his. “Open your eyes.” When Alana didn’t obey at once, he slapped her cheek lightly, just to get her attention. “I said, open your eyes.”

She obeyed, and he saw the flash of fiery fury in her eyes. Not to worry—he would soon beat that out of her.

“Thank me,” he ordered. He needed to be stern so she would understand her position. “You must always thank your Master for fucking you.”

When she didn’t respond, he lifted his hand again to strike her.

“Thank you,” she said quickly.

“Thank you, Sir,” he corrected.

“Thank you, Sir,” she repeated somewhat mechanically, but he would take it, for now.

“You’re welcome, my love. Now we’ll have some lunch.”

Alana hadn’t eaten much during lunch, but Mark didn’t worry overmuch. She would eat when she was hungry enough. He had pulled on his jeans, but hadn’t allowed Alana to dress for the meal. It had been hard to focus on his food with the naked goddess kneeling on her cushion beside his chair.

Now he led her back to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, he patted his thighs. She stood, naked and perfect in front of him. “You were a very naughty girl earlier, Alana, and now you will be punished. But since you’re not yet properly trained, I’m just going to spank you—nothing too severe.”

“What?” she squeaked.

“You heard me.” He glanced meaningfully at the gun on the nightstand and then back at her.

Following his gaze, after a moment, she draped herself tentatively across his lap. Mark sighed with pleasure as he stroked and cupped her sexy ass.

Placing one hand on the small of her back, he smacked her right buttock, not too hard. She jumped. “Stay still,” he admonished. He smacked the other side, harder this time, and Alana yelped. Her cry excited him and Mark began to spank her in earnest, until her skin grew hot beneath his palm. Her steady whimpering only served to turn his cock to steel, but when she started to struggle in an attempt to twist away, he began to get annoyed.


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