The Obsession Continues...
LOVING HER
(An Obsessed Novella)
by Jeanne St. James
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It’s not just a love story,
it’s an obsession...
Noah:
I’ve
loved Bree my whole life. We were each other’s firsts when we were young and inexperienced,
and I totally screwed up. I disappointed her, causing her to cry and run away. But
over the years, I’ve learned, I’ve perfected, and I’ve dreamt of one day
getting another shot with the love of my life.
When
I finally get the chance never in my wildest dreams did I think Bree was like
this. The girl who used to wear yellow sundresses is no longer Bree, she’s Brianna,
my new mistress. I’ll do whatever needed for her forgiveness, even go to my
knees and grovel.
However,
there’s just one thing... I want Bree back, not Brianna. Once I get Bree,
Brianna can do to me what she will.
Bree:
Maybe
Noah doesn’t realize it, but he’s been mine ever since we were teens. I tried
to apologize for disappointing him our first time, but never got the chance.
Now,
when he approaches me at the bar, I can only think about all the things I want
to do to him and with him. I plan to show him the skills I’ve honed over the years.
Little
does he know what’s in store for him because I know his secrets, his desires, his
needs. And I plan on giving it all to him.
However,
just when I think I’m in control, he turns my world upside down.
Note: All books in the
Obsessed series are standalone novellas. It is intended for audiences over 18
years of age since it includes explicit sexual situations, including BDSM.
Xcerpt:
As I slip the wide
blindfold over his eyes, I’m almost wondering whether I should forego it.
Shame, really, to cover such beautiful, expressive eyes. Maybe later I will
leave it off. But for now...
“Can you see me,
my pet?”
He releases a long
breath. “No.”
“Do you want to
see me?”
“Yes,” he hisses,
which makes me smile. Now, to begin...
I check the
Wartenberg pinwheel in my hand. One of my favorites. Unlike pinwheels from when
we were children that spin in the breeze, this pinwheel is oh so adult. It
reminds me of a cowboy’s spur. The handle is made of metal, with twenty sharp needle-like
points radiating from its wheel. It could be used twofold... to bring pleasure
or to bring pain, depending on the pressure, depending on its use.
But for now, I
want my pet to be hard, ready for me for when I’m ready for him. I want him to
be driven to please me after I please him.
Give and take. I
will give and I will take. He will come along for the ride.
“One Mississippi,”
I murmur as I roll the wheel along his skin from his pelvis up his belly to his
chest. He sucks in his stomach and blows out a breath, his cock twitching,
leaking between us.
“Two Mississippi.”
I lightly direct it over his right nipple.
“Ah fuck,” he
mutters, his jaw tight.
“Three
Mississippi.” I roll it to his left nipple, over the very hard tip and he jerks
in his restraints.
“Bree,” he
breathes.
I love my name on
his lips when he’s engulfed in pleasure, it makes my pussy clench. I want to
take him there and squeeze him tight, feel him fill me up and make me orgasm
mindlessly.
But it’s too soon.
We’ve only just begun.
I roll the
pinwheel along the tender underside of his arms which are exposed as they
stretch before me. I roll it down his chest again, over his stomach, pushing
harder this time, leaving marks behind.
“Yes?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he groans.
Not that I’d
change my course of action if he’d said no. He knows what he needs to say to
stop me.
I continue my path
along his waist, over his hips, down his thighs, his muscles tightening,
clenching, twitching. Then behind his knees, down his calves, around his
ankles. If I didn’t have him bound, I’d do the bottom of his feet and drive him
mad.
I’m disappointed I
can’t. Maybe next time.
Now on my knees in
front of him, I roll it along his inner thighs, coming to the apex of his legs.
I study him, the pinwheel gripped tightly in my hand. He’s stunning. His cock
is no more than average length, but the girth is remarkable and his balls hang
heavy just waiting for my touch.
I don’t know if I
should give him that just yet, because I find myself fighting my own urges. And
if I give in to them, I’m no longer in control.
No matter what, I
don’t want to disappoint Noah again. Not now, not ever.
I rake my nails
over his length, then over the tip and a noise escapes him that turns my
nipples into even harder points. Lightly, I roll the pinwheel down his length,
just missing the delicate skin of his sac.
“Ah, fuck,” he
cries out, his chin dropping to his chest.
“You like that, my
pet?” I ask him out of courtesy but nothing more.
He says something
that sounds like a yes, but isn’t a fully formed word. I smile.
Tonight, neither
one of us will be disappointed, unlike all those years ago. I will make sure he
leaves here fully satisfied. I will make sure he leaves me in the same way, as
well.
I run the sharp
wheel over the crown of his cock and circle the head. “You like my instrument
of torture?”
“Not... torture.”
No, clearly it is
not.
Author Bio:
JEANNE
ST. JAMES is a bestselling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or
two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an
escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story
in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published
in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M,
and M/M/F mรฉnages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book
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