Devious Obsession

by S. Massery

Couples have already broken off, but others are lingering. Talking, discussing. Boundaries and all that. The sort of thing healthy relationships thrive on. I wouldn’t know.

I shift my hand, digging the heel of my palm into her clit. While she’s distracted, I pluck the joint and inhale. I hold the smoke in my mouth, then grip the back of her neck and pull her to me. Her lips touch mine, and I blow the smoke into her mouth.

“You’re soaked,” he says in my ear. “You’re a fucking slut for this, aren’t you?”

I push that last thought away, the one where I’m allowed to think I’m special or different or not like other girls, and obliterate it. Because when we’re taught to strive to be different, we’re also taught that we shouldn’t be. That there’s nothing wrong with being like everyone else.

“That’s my girl,”

Aspen. Monroe. A name I would never fucking forget. And a face I could never forget.

“If you leave, it all stops. But if you stay… I’m going to have so much fun tormenting you, sweetheart. Fucking count on that.”

She’s wet. Soaked. For no fucking reason. She’s asleep. That pisses me off. She should only be wet when she’s thinking about me—not whoever is starring in her dream.

My palm fucking stings, but I keep going until her knees buckle. She sinks to the floor, and I follow her. Always fucking following her.

Her eyes are filled with tears. She looks so fucking perfect like that. With my cum in her pussy, already leaking out. Her expression is broken.

“Why?” I grit out, squirming under him. “Because you’re beautiful. Because you’re sin. Because you’re a distraction. And I’ve never hated anyone more than you,” he confesses.

I don’t stop until I see his socked feet, and his hand curls under my chin. He guides my face up, and I glare up at him from my position on the floor.

“Fuck you,” I spit, struggling to free myself. He yanks my leggings down and reaches between my legs. I close my eyes when his fingers slide against my clit, then my slit. He thrusts two fingers into me and twists. An unholy moan escapes me. “Why are you so wet?”

I groan around his fingers. He’s holding my mouth open, his palm against my lower lip and chin, the rest of his fingers fanned across my face. The two in my mouth move across my tongue with the same tempo that he fucks me.

groan around his fingers. He’s holding my mouth open, his palm against my lower lip and chin, the rest of his fingers fanned across my face. The two in my mouth move across my tongue with the same tempo that he fucks me.

“His jersey, his cum…” I shrug. “Bet you got neither when he fucked you, right?”

“What are you doing?” “Waiting for you to wake up.” His voice is low and husky, mirroring my own. “So I can give you a good morning kiss.”

He hums, shifting. Eventually, his cock slips out of me. But his fingers are right there, pushing his cum back into me.

I know her in all the ways that matter. The way she squirms, how fast to get her to come, her expression when she’s cross, afraid, or in pain. I know exactly how to make her shiver or moan. And I know how to destroy her, piece by piece.

Because we’re taught as little girls that if you’re attacked, no one will come running if you scream for help. But they will if you yell fire. People are selfish like that. They’re drawn into action by things that may hurt them. But if it’s you on the line? Forget it.

He leans over me, and I flinch when he touches me. That’s what he wanted, right? To break me? I think he succeeded.

“Fire,” she whispers. I go cold. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

She wraps her hands around my throat and squeezes, cutting off my air. My heart thrashes as I look up at the gorgeous girl straddling my chest. I rub my hand along her bare thighs. Best not to tell her that I’m harder than a rock

I grip her chin without warning, dragging her face toward mine. I sit up at the same time and force her mouth open. I spit into her mouth. She stares at me. Those green eyes are going to be the death of me, because her jaw works. Not swallowing, though. She rips free and leans down, letting her spit and mine drip onto my dick.

“Sit,” I order her, licking my lips. “Steele—” “I swear to God, Aspen, sit on my face right now.”

“That’s it,” he whispers in my ear. “Come on my cock like the little slut you are. And after I use you some more, you’re going to come again. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

I slide into her, cursing at the way her cunt grips me. She’s wet, she’s tight. She’s perfect—and she doesn’t even know it.

“You need dirty, and you need to hurt. You need to be stuffed full of cock that you’re not sure you entirely want, like a little slut that Daddy didn’t pay enough attention to as a child.”

“You are going to talk about this, Aspen. Because knowing what happened to you lets me inside you just a little bit more—and I won’t stop until I’m buried so deep in your bones that I’m impossible to remove.”

No, I look for her because I want to see her dark hair fluttering behind her. The sway of her hips as she walks, the curve of her ass. The way her green eyes find mine almost as easily as I find hers.

“I’m not going to last long,” I continue. “And then we’re going to go back to dinner and you’re going to wear my cum like a good little whore.”

“You’re mine. Okay? Here, there, on fucking Mars. There’s nothing you can say or do that’s going to derail me from you.”

“You want me to leave you here until tomorrow morning? Bound up like the little slut you and I both know you are? Then spit it out. I fucking dare you, Aspen. Spit it out and I’ll treat you like a cheap whore. Maybe take some pictures while you’re tied up like this, or put a pretty gag in your mouth.” He glowers at me. “Swallow it and I’ll let you up.”

“Because obsession and love are the same fucking thing. And I’ve been obsessed with you from the start.”

My love comes out like torture—it’s luck that I found someone who enjoys that sort of thing. Humiliation, pain. The desperate sort of shame I crave.

“I know you don’t care about money. You care about safety. You care about surviving. But, sweetheart…” His voice cracks. “There’s so much more than that for you.”

She spreads her legs without prompting, giving me a view of her gorgeous cunt. She’s already wet and glistening for me. The tattoo is perfect. Property of Steele O’Brien.

I immediately replace my dick with my fingers, pushing the cum back into her. “You look so pretty filled like this. You take me so fucking well, Aspen. You did so good.”

“Your sister?” the paramedic asks. My lip curls before I can stop it. “Soon-to-be wife,” I reply.

“I love you,” he says. “I’m not a wordsmith. Not even close. But I’m so fucking obsessed with you, I can’t stand it. I love you. I’ll love you forever.”