Past Obsessions

Chapter 11 - Alice

My throat burned from taking him. I felt a surge of pride at being able to take all of him; it had been some time since I had, and I knew how much he enjoyed that. Though I barely had time to think before he was moving and pushing me onto my back, positioning himself between my thighs. His eyes sparkled with mischief; I loved that about him. No matter how often he did things, even simple acts, he always managed to surprise me.

I watched him as he shifted between my thighs, knowing what came next. As he lowered his head, I felt my pulse quicken, my body tensing at the heat of his breath on my thigh. He kissed them gently, nipping the flesh, causing me to tense. I was so sensitive in that moment, maybe after my orgasm earlier, maybe because he just had that effect on me. One thing was certain: in that moment, every part of me was heightened. I could feel the heat of his breath on my thigh, my body set, waiting for that inevitable moment.

He kissed his way up my thigh, then held for a moment before his mouth covered my heated core. The moment his tongue snaked out in search of my c**t and made contact, I moaned—a long, deep whimper. God, I’d forgotten how it felt, how good he was. His hands forced my thighs wider, spread wide enough that it caused them to ache, the mix of pain and his assault on my c**t enough to push me toward the edge.

“I’m gonna c*m…” I whimpered.

He pulled back, my rise subsiding as I groaned in frustration. I got the message: he was in control. He had me right where he wanted me, and I had willingly fallen into his trap. Again his tongue struck my c**t. “Oh f**k!” I thought as he started to trace—wait, letters? He was writing the alphabet with his tongue: A, B, C. My brain raced, trying to focus on the letters, not the fact my body was about to plummet into another violent orgasm. He got to L, and I shattered, a scream ripping from my throat as I came with force.

I lay panting, my heart racing. This was tame even by our standards but as intimate and intense as perhaps we’d ever been, which for us was saying something. He crawled up over me, my head racing. He couldn’t possibly want to f**k again. No sooner had the thought formed than his hand settled beside my head and his fingers plunged into me, curling slightly and hitting that sweet spot. “f**k, f**k, god, wow, no…” My brain clawed to keep a grasp on reality, but within moments I plunged over the edge into another orgasm.

“Someone's eager,” his voice cut through the fog of my post-orgasm explosion.

“Huh…” I mumbled. The moment I did, I regretted it. His hand clamped around my throat so quickly and with so much force it sent a wave of fear through me. Instantly, I was wetter. My eyes met his, and I could see it—that dark chaos, that animal that wanted to tear me apart.

“You know what happens now, don’t you, princess?” The edge to his words was so dangerous. He was frightening at times. I wasn’t afraid of him because he’d hurt me—I wanted that. I was afraid of how unpredictable he could be. We had rules and a consent system that had always been crucial, but we’d gotten close to crossing lines before. All I could do was nod in response.

His fingers worked at a rapid pace. The lack of blood to my brain and the extreme pleasure he inflicted on me sent me rapidly working toward another release, but this time I would wait. I needed to hear those words, the ones that would send me into oblivion. My cunt began to clamp his fingers in response as my back arched up, trying to push into him.

“Aww, look at you, so f*****g wet, so desperate, so f*****g easy in my hands.” God, that f*****g tone, that mocking tone, that vicious fire in his eyes. My body simply rocketed further into losing my mind. f*****g say it, you asshole, my brain screamed. “So which is it? Do you want to c*m or do you want to breathe?” His fingers flexed, tightening on the arteries in my neck. I’d heard it so many times, but the response was always the same. It wasn’t actually a choice, and my body plunged over the edge, a whimper was all I was able to muster. As my orgasm hit, he released his grip, the blood rushing back to my brain, sending me near instantly into a

second release.

“That’s a good girl,” I heard through the haze.

“f**k you,” I thought. I hated how easily he got into my head, how easily he could manipulate my body. And yet I’d missed it. He was the only man I knew who I could both love and hate in the same moment. I was his, and I hated myself for needing that.

I watched as he sucked his finger before kissing me. The taste of myself on his tongue was always enticing to me. Again, he settled beside me, and I rested my head on his chest. Those were the moments I enjoyed most. As good as the s*x was, the way he never failed to make sure I was okay, that I was safe, that he hadn’t really hurt me—that’s the comfort I so desperately craved. The way the predator melted away into the softest of men I’d ever met, it could be confusing at times how quickly he could go from vicious to gentle, and at times back again.

I had rarely seen him actually angry, and I was fairly certain I wouldn’t want to be in the path of that. Some deserved that anger, and truth be told, I had done things that warranted it too, but somehow it had never been turned on me. How he was able to do that, I never quite knew. It wasn’t for a lack of trying to make him angry at me, to drive him so far away he’d never come back, and yet, he did, every single time. If truth be told, I had to admit, for all his failings, all his mistakes, Alex Kensington was the kind of man most would be lucky to have. And in truth, as much as I was his, Alex Kensington was mine.

The rain hit the roof hard and fast now as Alex tucked the blanket over us. The warmth of his flesh against mine made me feel comfortable, I was safe, and for the first time in a while, I was home. The sound of rain surrounding us, the steady rhythm of his heart—I could stay like this forever. It wasn’t long before exhaustion took the world from me, and I fell asleep upon his chest.