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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“I said stay still,” he said sternly.

“You’re hurting me. Please, stop. You’re hurting me,” she cried.

“You’re being punished, Alana. Of course it hurts.” He grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled them out straight in front of her. He smacked her hard with his cupped palm. She continued to wriggle and squirm, and finally, exasperated, he stood abruptly, letting her tumble to the floor.

Before she could get her bearings, he hauled her up by the arm and flipped her around, catching her wrists behind her, against his body. Marching her forward, he propelled her out of the room and down the hall. Clearly, this girl needed to be taught a lesson, and the sooner the better.

“Let me go. You bastard, let me go,” she screamed.

Ignoring her cries, he pushed her into the playroom and spun her around so she was facing him. Even though she was behaving like a willful brat, he couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around her and leaning down to kiss those luscious, full lips.

As he kissed her, Alana tried to pummel his chest with her clenched fists, but she was no match for his vastly superior strength. With a laugh, Mark turned her around, again catching her arms and twisting them up behind her back until she gasped with pain.

He pushed her along to the St. Andrew’s cross and lifted her onto the small platform so she was facing the cross. He raised her arms high and secured the O-rings in her wrist bracelets to clips attached to the cross. Crouching in front of her, he forced her legs apart and clipped her ankles to the legs of the cross. All the while she squealed and cursed him, between terrified whimpers and pleas for him not to kill her.

“Shut up,” he finally ordered, her noise irksome. Hadn’t he assured her he would cherish and adore her? But she seemed unable or unwilling to obey, still crying and begging as if he were about to chop off her head or something. It was too much, so he retrieved a ball gag from the supply cabinet and shoved it into her mouth, instantly muffling her annoying protests.

“Much better,” he said, giving her still-reddened ass a swat for emphasis. “I was going to go easy on you this first time, but your flagrant disobedience calls for tougher measures.” She tried to twist her head back to catch his eye, but he only shook his head. “No, no. You’ve only yourself to blame, Alana. I told you to be still, and you ignored me. I told you to be quiet, and you continued to squeal like a stuck pig. Now you’re going to pay.”

In spite of his threats, he decided to start with the flogger. After all, his darling girl was a complete novice when it came to BDSM play, and he was a responsible Dom. He chose a large flogger from the wall and brought it to the bound woman, holding it up for her to see.

Alana’s face was turned sideways, and as she looked at the flogger, her eyes widened with fear, sending a jolt directly to his already erect cock. Moving closer, he reached between her legs and stroked her delicate pussy. He frowned—she wasn’t properly wet for him. Didn’t she know a slave girl must always be wet and ready for her Master?

No, he reminded himself. She doesn’t know. Not yet.

But she would learn.

He would teach her.

Meanwhile, he knew how to arouse a woman. Licking his finger, he slid it gently into that delicious cunt and moved it slowly, sensually, inside her. After a moment, he withdrew it. Licking it once more, he rubbed lightly around her hooded clit, moving closer and closer to the hidden nubbin. He stroked and teased her for a minute or two, and then pushed his finger once more gently inside her. This time her vaginal muscles clamped down on his finger, sending another jolt of electricity directly to his aching cock.

Keeping his desire under control, he teased the bound and helpless woman for several more minutes, alternating between frigging her cunt and rubbing and pinching her clit until she was wet and swollen, her muffled cries behind the ball gag stilled at last as she breathed heavily through her nose.

Now she was ready for the flogger. Nearly forgetting it was supposed to be a punishment, he whispered into her ear, “I’m going to flog you now, beautiful girl. I’m going to take you to heights you’ve never dreamed of.”

She jumped at his words and started to whimper again against the ball gag. Mark decided to take it off—he wanted to hear her scream. Once he unbuckled and removed the gag, Alana at once begged him to let her go. Mark silenced her by reminding her he had a gun.

The threat worked, and she quieted. Mark pulled off his jeans and brushed the soft leather strands of the flogger over his erect penis and swished them lightly over Alana’s perfect ass.


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