Page 40 of His Obsession

“Would you like to explore that with me?” he asks.

“Yes sir,” I answer happily. “If you find that it’s appropriate.”

“Can you answer me something?” he asks.

“Yes sir.”

“In what way were you afraid that you wouldn’t be able to give yourself to me the way I want?” he asks.

“I didn’t think I would be capable of fully submitting to you,” I answer. “I was afraid I wouldn’t match the level of subservience that you desire.”

“Please, don’t push away that bratty little girl inside of you. She is there for a reason, and she can teach us both a lot about each other,” he says. “Do what comes naturally, but I just ask that you are not openly defiant.”

“I’m confused.” I say.

“Elise, when you act like a brat, it’s because you are triggered or scared of something. Sometimes you are in need of attention but lack the ability to communicate what exactly you’re searching for. You are and always will be a brat, and I don’t want you to force that down for the sake of being subservient. You can submit to me while still being a brat. Brats are still submissive,” he says.

“So… if you ask me to lie in the bed, for example, it would be acceptable for me to ask you to make me?” I ask.

“Yes,” he smiles. “I will rarely issue you a punishment, but a more playful version of a punishment, absolutely.”

“Can you explain?”

“Certainly. So, a true punishment is not meant to be pleasurable. It can be something like writing sentences, kneeling on rice, or anything I deem fitting. This would be given for things that I feel you need a lesson on something. For example, if you were to go behind my back and interact with Jake without my knowledge and outside of work,” he explains. “A more playful version, a funishment if you will, would include pleasure. This could be in the form of forced repeated orgasms, edging, spanking, impact play, or anything done in public. For example, if you tease me in public and the situation allows, I will issue one of these playful punishments by whatever means I thought was appropriate at the time.”

“What if… I want to tease you, but you can’t retaliate at the moment?” I ask.

“Explain,” he says with a smirk.

“For example, you have a meeting with city officials next week. What if I wanted to tease you during the meeting?” I ask.

“In what way?”

“By hiding under the table and sucking your cock,” I answer with a grin. “I might edge you or I might make you come, and then start again.”

“If you do that, I’m hooking you up to a fucking machine so I can flog you, then take your ass in front of the entire community,” he says.

“I hope you know how to come subtly,” I say, grinning.

“You are a handful,” he laughs. “You might make the sheriff come himself if he finds out you’re under there with my cock in your mouth.”

“Will you still enjoy me at night?” I ask.

“Do you want me to?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, but I want you to fuck me,” I say. “Like… hard. I want you to actually try to wake me.”

“I can certainly try to wake you. I bet if I used that machine to take your cunt and ass while I fucked your throat, you would wake up,” he says.

“That sounds wonderful,” I say happily.

“Lie on the bed,” he says.

“Yes sir,” I say before moving to lie back on the large canopy bed. It has four tall posts at the corners and lying here I can see different spots that something can be hooked into. He takes the pillows out from under my head before doing the same with the comforter. Next, he positions me in the center and attaches leather cuffs to my wrists so that they’re pulled up and hooked to the posts. He has plenty of access still to fuck my mouth, which I’m hoping he will do.

Lucian next attaches a spreader bar to my ankles. He lengthens the bar to spread my legs as far as they will go before pulling it up to hook it to the headboard. This puts me into a position where I am folded with my knees to my chest. I am completely exposed to him, and I can’t fucking wait for him to use me. My legs are spread so far and I’m now sitting up slightly, so he has complete access to use any part of me that he wishes, only I am completely helpless to him.

“Open your mouth,” he says. When I do, he puts a large O-ring gag just behind my teeth so that it forces my mouth open wide. He attaches the straps around my head before sitting back to look at me.