Page 190 of Twisted in Obsession


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By the gleam in his eyes, I can tell I'm not going to like the next step in his well-constructed revenge against me. And fuck. The initiation ball is tomorrow. Something I had completely forgotten about, given the circumstances. My mind was too focused on finding information on Journey and getting her money.

“Initiation ball?” she asks, swallowing hard.

Shepp groans from the bed, rubbing a hand over his face with exhaustion.

Arrow grins, standing up. “We get to dress you up in a swanky dress and parade you around, showing the world you’re ours.”

There’s more to it than that, and he knows it. They're hosted at least once a month for every new recruit in the family who has dropped to their knees and pledged their lives to the family. My father loves nothing more than to show off what he has and who is under his thumb. Tomorrow is our day. Our celebration. Where we climb on stage, open our shirts, and show off the wounds we received.

It’s also a time of completion. Where allies come together and complete their deals by introducing the arranged marriages they set up years before. Normally, it’s a surprise. But in the past few years, parents have let it slip to their kids who they were promised to. Like my father telling me when I was younger.

My guess is my father will make sure our upcoming nuptials will be within a week. Or possibly days. If he’s motivated by the money, then he doesn’t want to wait. Nerves eat away at me with what I’ve done. I’ve thrown a wrench in his plans, and now, I’m about to see the consequences at our initiation ball where we’ll all come face-to-face with him in a crowded room. My father hates it when his plans go awry, especially when it involves finances. Half of me wants to hide away with Journey in this house and fake illness for tomorrow night.

I need to plan to keep her safe—which I always do. One of our only safeguards is the tracker in her asscheek, but I always have something up my sleeve, thanks to my upbringing. We’ll never lose sight of her or not know where she’s gone.

One thing at a time—I tell myself. First, I need to make it through this torturous event without coming in my pants. Easier said than done, though.

Journey's hands shake when she peels open the box with the butt plug and slowly brings it out with caution, staring at it like it might bite her. It’s smaller in size and purple with a jewel at the end of it.

"It won't bite you, Kitten. That little piece of fun will bring you so much pleasure that you won't know what to do. Now, come here," he says, holding out his hand. "Do you trust me to keep you safe, Kitten?"

She nods, standing in front of him. "Yeah.”

Arrow chuckles, grabbing the bottle of lube on the bed. "You have a special piece of my soul and dick, Kitten. They are yours forever. No one else will ever own me except you. Now, come here so I can make you come a million times more." When he turns on his heel, he sends me a grin, leading Journey's naked form in front of me.

Shepp snorts from the bed, waving them off. ‘I’ll stay here,’ he signs, but only I’m able to witness it.

“I don’t know if that’s possible,” she grumbles, swaying her hips as she follows beside him.

I'm going to break this fucking chair and Arrow's face. I'm about to lose my damn mind sitting here and not being able to participate in the festivities.

"When I get my fucking hands on you," I garble through the gag, but it, once again, sounds more like murmurs of nothing as drool rolls down my chin.

Arrow grins, setting the boxes in my lap, locking his eyes on my damn boner. "You see that, Kitten? He loves our fun times together, just sitting on the sidelines like a good boy while the others play."

Her eyes find mine, and amusement rests there in their depths. Of course, she's loving this. This punishment was more for her liking. Not for Arrow’s. Sure, I took something from them without discussing it. But I took more from her.

"I'm sorry, Little Chaos," I mumble again through the gag.

Arrow's head tilts. "Oh, did you hear that, Kitten? I think he said something important."

"I didn't hear anything," she quips, leaning into his touch.

"Oh, should we keep him gagged then?" Arrow asks with a grin, leaning in to kiss her lips in a sloppy, heated kiss. He groans, palming her ass when he pulls her body into his. "Fuck," he rasps, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks and pulling them apart. "You're the perfect girl for me. Now, I want you to bend over and hold onto Jericho's shoulders."

"What?" she murmurs, peeling her eyes open.

"You heard me, Kitten. I'm going to lube your ass up and have some fun on top of Jericho. It's his punishment, after all."

I roll my eyes and huff a breath.

She nods in his direction and then stands before me. "Poor Jericho," she hums, slowly bending over until her face is inches from mine. "How's that gag treating you? Maybe we should use it more often. Your talking tends to ruin things." She grins, bopping me on the nose several times. "Oh, fuck," she sucks in a breath when Arrow kneels behind her, burying his face in her pussy again. Despite the cum dripping out of it, he goes to town, bringing her to the brink of another orgasm.

"You're going to feel some pressure, Kitten. I want you to breathe through it. For now, it's just my finger until we get you loosey-goosey for the plug, and then, my dick is claiming this hole tomorrow.”

I focus on Journey's face when she rests her forehead against mine, breathing heavily.

"You're doing well, Little Chaos," I murmur, hoping she can understand my recurrences.

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