Obsession Deepens

[bcw8]

Josie was bent backwards over a padded bench. Her wrists were bound behind her. Her thighs were wide apart.  A chain was tight around her neck and there were clamps closed tight on her nipples.

She was blindfolded. She shivered with anticipation. 

Xavier's cock circled her clit.  She moaned softly.  She sensed another person in the room. 

"This is Josie," Xavier said. His voice was deep and rich.  He shifted and penetrated her, just an inch. Just enough to make her body shudder with craving.  His self-control was exquisite. 

Josie heard footsteps. Light. Heels clicking. 

Another woman

Fingernails grazed her bare breasts. Touched her lips. 

"She is beautiful." The voice was liquid, a trace of an exotic accent. 

"Yes," said Xavier.  He penetrated another inch into Josie.  She tried to squeeze him. Fingers slipped into her auburn hair and pulled her head back.  She gasped.

"She fought for you?" the voice asked. 

I fought that bitch Maddie and I beat her

Josie wanted to speak, to tell this woman, but Xavier had forbidden her.

"She did," Xavier answered, and he sank fully into Josie. She felt, as she always did, as if he might split her in two.  She felt every vein in his shaft, every throb.  As she always did, she climaxed. 

Silently, as he had commanded. 

Josie could smell the other woman.  Her scent.  Her perfume, yes, but not only that.  Her.

Xavier moved inside Josie, fucking her with slow strokes.  The woman's fingers touched her throat. 

"Did she win?"

"She did," Xavier answered. 

"Did she suffer?"

Yes

"Yes."

The woman's voice changed.  It hoarsened, took on notes of both arousal and doubt.  "Did she suffer like I would make her suffer?"

Josie climaxed again as Xavier simply held, deep deep deep inside her. 

"No," he said, and then his seed filled Josie like lava. 

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"Who is she?" Josie asked.  They were alone now and she was unbound, curled between his legs and softly sucking him. 

"A woman I once knew," Xavier said.  "As I know you now."

Josie squirmed. "So she was your pet. Your lover."

Xavier stroked her cheek. "She is still my lover, at times.  Is that your concern?"

"No," she said, keeping her eyes down.  "But..." she hesitated, "... I am jealous. Does my jealousy excite you?"

He was already hard from her mouth; she wondered if her words made him harder. 

"You fought Maddie to please me," he said.  "You embraced pain, to experience it and to give it, you know that excites me."

"I hated her," Josie said. "But I wasn't jealous of her."  She remembered every moment of that battle, how Maddie had nearly broken her.

How hard I climaxed as she choked me

How Xavier had rewarded her after. 

He guided her mouth up to his, to kiss her.  Her hand took her mouth's place on his erection. 

"This woman...your sometimes lover...She doesn't touch you like I do," Josie whispered.  "I know she doesn't. She can't."

He touched her throat, where Maddie had twisted tight her leather collar.  She lifted her chin to invite him.  He choked her as he fingered her, and as her hand stroked him.  She jerked three times with rapid orgasms before he also came, and let her breathe again. 

"The answer is Yes," Xavier said, his cum on her stomach.  "Your jealousy excites me.  And Dija was also jealous watching me with you."

"Let me fight her," Josie whispered as he withdrew his fingers from her, before he slid them into her mouth.

Her name is Dija.

Dija who asked about my suffering in a dark exotic voice.

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On the patio behind her house, Dija slipped into the jacuzzi and closed her eyes.  Her raven hair was pinned up.  Her honey skin tinged as the hot water did its relaxing work.  She sighed, and let her mind turn to Xavier.   

He had helped her explore herself, though they had both realized quickly that she was not truly submissive.  She had found, through some of their play, a sadistic streak in her sexuality. More than once, Xavier had brought to her other women, women to satisfy her urges. 

Was that his game now?

Dija had no illusions that she was Xavier's only lover, no more than she limited her sexual appetite to him.  But for him to flaunt the redhead in front of her like that - to tell her story and then to bind her and fuck her as Dija watched her white body quiver - that was a deliberate provocation, a spur dug into her ego.  She had felt his eyes on her as the other woman had moaned and cried out. 

Dija was Arabic, a creature of cruel beauty.   She arched her back so that her dark nipples rose into the air and hardened, her breasts buoyed by the bubbling water.  Her fingers toyed with her clit. 

He has a new toy, and he dares me to break her.

Her sound as she climaxed was a predatory snarl. 

He dares me

He wonders where my limits are

She hadn't seen the redhead's eyes.  She found herself wanting to. 

She heard a car.  A text buzzed, and it was Xavier.  She unpinned her hair as she knew he preferred it down. 

To be continued...

[CuriousCombat]

You are on a roll! The continuation of the previous trilogy so soon! Loved it! Looking forward to where you take this Obsession Saga.

[Rocko23]

Yes. This is going to be superhot. Arab bitch vs redhead bitch! Cant wait!

[Rocko23]