All Chapters of Love, Obsession, Torture: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Good Morning, sleep well?” he cooed, holding me tightly against his chest.“The best in months,” I whispered, trailing my fingertips across his chest and doing a little twirl, exploring the sharpness.“I want you to come home with me. I want to feed and bathe you.”“Can’t we do that here?” I hadn’t been to his mansion after the distasteful revelation. I didn’t know if I wanted to revisit old wounds yet.“Your bathroom is small. We can’t do stuff in there.” I rolled my eyes at him, I knew he wouldn’t see me. “I’ve got my housekeeper making us something as we speak.”I dragged my head from his chest, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.“You have a housekeeper?”“Of course, lady.”“I haven’t seen anyone there aside from security.”“She doesn’t stay in. She’s got her own family… comes in every two days. Come, let’s get you dressed.”“Wait, Jack.” He stopped short, gazing at me with a concerned, worried look.“What’s wrong baby, did I hurt you?”“I’m a bit sore, but that’s beside the po

“Jack!” I repeated his name again and again until he was out of sight, and I was consumed by misery over my decision. My hands reached up to my face, brushing the tears away, uncertain what to do next. He had left me all alone in this big house. I scooped my purse up for my phone and dialled Lana, grateful she answered on the very first ring. “Lana, he’s left me… all alone here,” I grumbled on the line, tears streaming down my face. “What do you mean? Hey, calm down, Robin.”“He knows. I fucking fainted and now he knows! I planned on telling him Lana, I swear.”“Robin you’ve got to take care of yourself! You have three babies growing inside you… you have to think about them.”“Are you not hearing me? Jack left me!” I squeaked, the frustration getting the better of me.“I heard you, and I’m concerned about you. Have you had anything to eat? It’s almost four in the evening.”“I haven’t… I, Jack has—”“I’m coming over to get you something.”“There’s food here,” I said, sighing. It wasn

“What?” “I said it’s Jack!”“I heard you, but…what does he want? Send him away. Tell him I’m not home.” She straightened up, and walked back to the door, clearing her throat loudly before spitting out the lie. “Lana, I know she’s in there. Where the fuck has she got to go?”“She could visit my parents. That’s a possibility.”“Then you wouldn’t mind me coming in and waiting for her? I have all the time in the world.”“That wouldn’t be necessary.”“Lana, I’m breaking down this door if you don’t let me in.”Fucking maniac!She rushed to the kitchen.“Robin, I’m letting him in!”“Why? No please. I don’t want to see him.” “He’s threatening to bring the door down again, and I’m not prepared to spend an entire night waiting for it to get fixed!” “Please, help me… um tell him I’ve gone to see um… fuck!” I scratched my scalp. Nothing was coming to mind. “I don’t have a lot of places to go!”“Exactly, and he knows this! He just wants to talk. Listen to him, yeah?” “No! He’s a shit liar an

“Get on top.” he mused, his hands sliding around my backside, his palms cupping my bum and guiding me onto his lap. “You’re in charge today.” I smiled, bending forward and kissing him. “Get the trousers off and ride me.” I worked my fingers into full gear, unzipping his flap and peeling them from his body in speed.“I want to take you in my mouth.”“Have you tried that shit before?” I shook my head no. He grinned at me.“Then you don’t have to do it.”“I want to try.”“Alright. Shock me.”I was on my knees in a jiffy, leaning forward and curling my tiny fingers around his massive cock. I gulped.“Take your time baby,” he whispered, a smile tickling the corners of his lips. I went for rubbing my thumb along his swollen shaft, already dripping with pre come. “Use both hands baby.” I suddenly felt silly. I didn’t know how to go about this. I had no idea what to do. I added my left hand, wrapping my hands around him and sliding back and forth, milking him and encouraging a moan from him.

I heaved my upper body forward, my wrists twisting and scraping against the cuffs, causing a loud clanking sound as I struggled to stay steady with the buzzing object inside me.“Jack please.” I cried, my breath rasping in my throat. I wanted to touch him; his hair, his shoulders— fuck, anywhere, or run a hand through my hair but that was impossible with the restrictions on my hands. I was going crazy. He was torturing me good – so good. My legs could hardly stay wrapped around his shoulders, I was squirming and shaking through the torment. I wasn’t familiar with this insane feeling, I wasn’t familiar with this treacherous sensory excess I was thrust under, my insides were singeing in agonizing pleasure – one my body couldn’t bring under control. This was a higher level of delirium, of heightened pleasure, of euphoria.He extracted the dildo, and rammed it back into me, in and out, in and out, while his tongue weakened me completely. I wanted to coil in on myself and dissolve, I was l