Page 28 of Surrendering to the Obsession

He twisted them, turned them, drove them in and out with deliberate rhythm, curving them just right to hit that same spot inside her that made her body jolt. His mouth lowered to her soft skin once more, his lips closing over the sensitive nub as he licked it again and again.

Mia’s mouth fell open. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her wrists strained against the restraints holding her captive while her hips tried—desperately—to lift away from the overwhelming touch of his mouth. But it was pointless. He kept licking her, and his fingers kept thrusting inside her, faster, deeper.

Within moments, she came again—harder than she ever had before. A stream of liquid poured out of her, soaking the bed beneath them. She was left breathless, her throat raw from trying to hold back the scream that still clawed up her chest.

“Alexander… please…” she gasped, her body trembling violently as she looked down at him. Her voice came out hoarse.

Alexander didn’t even look at her face. His eyes were locked on her swollen, aching core. His gaze traced over the mess she had made—wetting even the expensive suit he still wore. Then his thumb found her nub again, circling it slowly, deliberately.

“Oh God—” Mia almost screamed, choking back the sound by turning her face toward her tied arm, biting down on it to muffle the cry that threatened to echo through the entire house.

Her muffled desperation only seemed to fuel him. Alexander immediately lowered his head again, licking her with hungry intent. His tongue moved over her repeatedly, while his fingers thrust inside her again, pushing in and out in relentless rhythm.

Within minutes, she was gasping again. The bed soaked beneath her as another wave crashed through her—shorter than the last, but even more intense. And this time, the stream didn’t stop.

Chapter 5 Alexander

Mia lay limp on the bed, her body shaking uncontrollably, her hands trembling, her limbs weak and unsteady. Alexander slid the pillow out from under her hips and instead pulled her hips into his lap. Not caring about wetting his suit, he shrugged off his jacket, leaving only his white shirt and pants. He rolled up his sleeves slowly, his tongue sweeping across his lips as he stared at the mess she had made—hunger burning unmistakably in his eyes, as if he wanted to witness it every day.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady. One arm wrapped around her legs to keep them controlled, while he lifted her other leg over his shoulder, turning her slightly to the side.

Then his fingers slid into her once more, thrusting in and out with purpose. He curled them upward, hitting the sensitive spot again, and again, and again. His fingers plunged into her hot, burning core, her wetness pulling him deeper every time he withdrew, only for him to thrust in again, harder.

Within seconds, she clenched around him and another stream rushed out of her, uncontrollable and just as intense as the last.

“A-ah—” Mia cried out, her voice breaking as her entire body trembled uncontrollably. She shook from head to toe, struggling against his grip, her hips twisting and trying to escape the holdhe had on her waist. But Alexander only tightened his grasp, locking her in place on his lap as his fingers thrust in and out of her without stopping.

Because she was seated directly on him instead of lying on the bed, every wave of release now soaked straight through his shirt and pants. But Alexander didn’t seem to care at all.

“Alexander… please…” Mia whimpered, her voice shaking so badly the words almost fell apart. “Please… I can’t… not anymore…” Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused as she looked at him. “Please, Alexander…”

But Alexander didn’t ease up. His hand kept her leg anchored over his shoulder while his fingers moved inside her in slow, deep strokes—only for his thumb to slip up again and rub her swollen, burning nub with deliberate pressure. She was red, trembling, barely able to breathe while he continued to twist and thrust his fingers inside her aching, tight core.

She gasped, chest rising sharply.

And then—his pace changed.

In one second, he increased the speed.

In the next, she was already struggling again.

This time, the sound that tore out of her throat was impossible to hold back. “Oh my—God—” she cried, her body jerking violently. She tried to bury the sound, tried to swallow it down, but the pleasure ripped through her too sharply, too suddenly. Alexander finally lifted his satisfied gaze to her face.

Her cheeks were burning red. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her upper body strained desperately against the restraints while her lower body stayed helpless in his grip, his fingers thrusting inand out of her at a rapid, punishing pace until she whimpered again, soaking the clothes he was wearing.

As she collapsed against the bed from another release, he finally looked down at himself. His hands were dripping. His shirt, stomach, and even the fabric near his crotch were soaked. The bed beneath them was drenched from everything that had poured out of her.

Alexander lifted his eyes to her trembling face and growled, voice low and rough, “Now you will always remember what I am to you… won’t you, Mia?”

Mia was delirious—lost, overwhelmed, her mind barely able to understand anything except the sensations tearing through her. She nodded quickly, desperately. “Yes… yes, I promise…” she whimpered through tears. “Please…”

Alexander stared at her flushed, shaking face. “You can still speak,” he said, voice dark, “which means you can still take more.”

Before she could protest, his fingers plunged into her again—twisting, curling, rubbing her from the inside until her breath shattered. And then it happened again. And again. Three more times.

By the end of it, Mia was completely spent—shaking. Every thrust of his fingers made her whimper within seconds, until she couldn’t do anything except lie there, trembling and shaking under him as wave after wave took her all over again.

Alexander finally let go of her, and Mia’s eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused as she looked at him. He climbed off the bed, breath heavy, and unbuttoned his white shirt—brand new, now soaked. He pushed it off his shoulders and let it fall carelessly to the floor. His pants were equally wet as heunbuckled them and shoved them down. Within seconds, he stood naked in front of her.