All Chapters of Spellbound by Obsession: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I heard everything.The sound of the zipper being opened. The rustle of fabric, lace, satin, something more. The click of accessories being adjusted. The bathroom door muffled most of the noises, but my senses were heightened by anticipation. Every little sound was delicious torment.My mind worked at full speed.She was naked behind that door. Naked and dressing in something she had bought at a sex shop. The memory of the black bag, the provocative smile she had given me before closing the door, ignited images in my mind. Black lace, red satin, perhaps leather. Perhaps something so tiny it barely covered her breasts. Perhaps something so obscene she had hesitated to show me.My cock pulsed, drooling nonstop against the sweatpants. The wet stain grew by the minute.“Evelyn.” I called, my voice hoarse. “You’re killing me.”“Patience.” She replied from the other side of the door, her voice muffled but full of amusement. “Good things take time.”“You’re doing this on purpose.”“Of course

As soon as I found myself free of the handcuffs, my hands flew to her buttocks.The soft flesh gave way under my fingers, and I gripped hard, spreading her, molding her. The skin was warm, slightly damp with sweat, and the anal plug — the damn ruby jewel — gleamed under the dim lamplight when my thumbs pulled her cheeks apart.“You are so…” My voice failed. The words were insufficient.“So what?” Evelyn looked over her shoulder, her golden eyes provocative.“So fucking perfect it hurts.”I touched the base of the plug with the tip of my index finger. The ruby stone was warm, heated by her body. I circled the object slowly, applying minimal pressure, and she moaned, a low and drawn-out sound that made my cock pulse against the inside of her thighs.“Do you like this?” I asked, my eyes fixed on hers. “Do you like feeling me here?”“Yes…” Her voice was a whisper. “With you it’s different.”“Different how?”“More intense. More…” She swallowed hard when I pushed the plug an inch deeper. “M

Mortyss raised my legs with a reverence that contrasted with the brutality of what we were doing.His long fingers intertwined with my toes, opening me completely, tilting my ass up so he could go even deeper.The position was obscene, me completely exposed, my pussy wet and swollen, my little asshole still dripping cum from the previous round.“Like this,” he murmured, his violet eyes fixed on mine. “Like this I can see everything. Every inch of you swallowing me.”“Do you like watching?”“I love it.”The word hung in the air between us. I love it. He had said it without thinking, referring to the act, the sight, the pleasure. But something in my chest tightened anyway.Mortyss began to thrust.Slow at first. Deep. Each entry made my back arch, each exit drew out a moan. His eyes never left mine, that intense violet, the black sclera, the pupils dilated with lust.His tail snaked across my body, wrapping around my breasts, squeezing them, massaging them. The arrow-shaped tip brushed

The lunch was served in the formal dining room, a mahogany table that could seat twenty people but was set only for six. I sat next to Mortyss, and Celeste occupied the head of the table, radiant.The food was delicious. Roasted lamb, vegetables, a red wine that William had chosen personally. The conversation flowed naturally, and I found myself laughing at the stories Celeste told.“…And then Christopher, at five years old, decided he wanted to be an astronaut. But not just any astronaut. He wanted to be the first astronaut to take a golden retriever into space.” Celeste laughed, her eyes shining. “He spent weeks training Astor to get into a cardboard box that he called the ‘spaceship.’”“Mom.” Mortyss protested, his ears turning red. “That was thirty years ago.”“And it was adorable!” Celeste ignored the protest. “He did ‘countdown’ and everything. ‘Ten, nine, eight… prepare for takeoff!’ And Astor would get in the box and wag his tail.”I imagined Mortyss as a child — or rather, Ch

The dinner was going surprisingly well.After the initial confrontation with Mariana, Helena and Sophie, things calmed down. I sat next to Mortyss at the long mahogany table, and Celeste, radiant, led the conversation with the mastery of an experienced hostess.She had placed me strategically between her and Eleanor, far from Christopher’s ex-lovers, who were on the other side of the table with their respective companions.“Evelyn, darling.” Celeste called, serving me more wine. “Christopher told me you are a dancer. How wonderful! I have always wanted to know more about the world of dance. Have you been dancing since you were a child?”“Since I was fifteen.” I replied, choosing my words carefully.I did not want to mention the stepfather. I did not want to mention the streets. I did not want to mention any of that.“What discipline!” commented a silver-haired lady who had been introduced as Beatrice Astor. “I tried ballet when I was young, but I had no coordination at all. It lasted