Page 53 of His Obsession
"I know," he said, “but I need you.”
He licked and bit my earlobe, his fingertips teasing the exposed skin of my stomach. I closed my eyes and melted into his touch. His silky onyx hair slipped through my fingers when I ran my nails over his scalp. His hand tightened on my throat, holding me in place as I ground my hips against him. The pulse in my throat hammered against his firm fingers, kicking up the thrill. His light touches dipped in my waistband, causing the arousal between my legs to liquefy and the butterflies to go wild.
I could stay in a constant state of pleasure so long as he was here with me. My tension released, I forgot about the world, and I was suddenly that woman with her toes in the ocean. Alek was my ocean, and I wanted to get lost in his depths, never to return.
I released a breathy moan as his hand found my nub of nerves and pressed small circles. I bucked my hips against his fingers, forcing the pressure to build until I was about to explode.
His grip strengthened on my throat, my air thinning out, making my need to come a ticking time bomb. I pull his hair and ground my teeth, his growl low in my ear as he lay tender kisses on my neck. My vision sparkled, and my head became weightless.
Alek bit down on the soft spot on my shoulder, causing me to scream his name with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I tried to suck in the much-needed air as the turbulent orgasm rocked my body. Alek loosened his hand around my throat, and a rush of oxygen flooded my lungs as a tsunami rippled through my legs. I sag against him, enjoying the feel of him against me, my body coming down from the high.
"I…" I spoke when the front door opened, and Jake came walking in. I pushed against Alek, standing quickly. A loudbangstartled me and alerted Jake to our presence. I looked at the floor behind me—Alek laid in his chair, groaning, tipped over backward. Covering my face in embarrassment, I bent down to help him up.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I apologized.
A burst of hearty laughter erupted from Alek, and I started laughing along with him. The laughter seeming to be contagious, Jake walked over, chuckling.
"What are you doing down there?" he asked, offering a hand to help him up since I wasn't much use.
“I tipped too far,” he said, laughing.
Alek straightened his pants into place and picked up the chair, tucking it under the table. I stared at him in awe. I’d never seen him full-on belly laugh. It was refreshing to see him be more than the stoic man I’d gotten to know.
“Yeah, sure. And Bob’s your uncle,” Jake said. “Let’s go, Liz.”
“Right, uh, I need to go change. Give me a second.”
I raced up the stairs, quickly dressing and meeting Jake in the gym.
Jake changed clothes and was stretching his quads when I walked in.
"Ready?" he asked, looking at me in the mirror.
“Yup.” I nodded.
"Okay, new move," he said, moving to the front of me. "Frontal choke-hold."
He put his hands around my neck and squeezedhard. Startling me, I panicked. This wasn’t what I had just experienced with Alek, which was to bring me to new heights of pleasure. What Jake was doing was explicitly to hurt me.
The pressure in my head increased like a balloon pushing past its limits, spots coated my vision, and I feared I was going to pass out. I pulled on his arms, desperate for air, but he didn’t budge. My hands tingled, and the tunnel appeared before me. Jake released me, and blood rushed back into my head. I collapsed, choking and gasping for air.
“What the fuck, Jake?”
“I wanted to see what your genuine reaction would be. You failed. Reset,” he ordered.
“You fucking lunatic!” I screamed, rubbing my throat.
“Stand up and reset. We don’t have time for your belly-aching,” he said, sympathy lacking on all fronts.
I stood, glaring at him.
His hands gripped around my throat again, but this time with no pressure. “Your arms are no match for mine, or anyone’s really. The next thing would be to kick my nuts or using your body to remove my hands. Right?”
“Yeah, sure.” I shrugged, wrapping my fingers around his wrists. “I’ll kick you in your nuts.”
“I told you, Liz. you do that, andIwon’t be the one recovering.” His threat sunk in, and I rolled my eyes. “Now, do as I tell you. You’re going to bend over, twist, and rotate back up.”
With his hands wrapped around my neck, I stepped back to brace and bent at the waist, twisted my torso, and whipped my body back up to the standing position—my throat free from his grip.