Free Obsession (Forbidden #2) by Michelle Betham Page A

it linger, and as he rests it against my clit, pushing down with just the right amount of pressure, I cry out again; the sensations flooding my body right now are indefinable! And then he turns it up a notch, and the vibrations become harder, more forceful, and I am so wet, so fucking wet, and his cock is hard and almost painful as it digs into my lower back, but I don’t care. I only care about what he’s doing to me; what he’s making that toy in his hand do to me.
I can hear his own low groans in my ear as he continues to play with me, and I close my eyes and arch my back as the tingles intensify. And then he pushes the vibrator harder against me, switching it up one more notch and I can’t take any more. The beautiful, exquisite relief that floods my body is almost shocking in its intensity and I’m screaming out, I can’t stop myself. I’m pulling at his hair and coming so fast I can’t think straight. And then he whips the vibrator away and plunges his fingers inside me, and he’s making me crazy all over again. I’m still coming; wave after wave engulfs me, and my body shudders and jerks and still he continues to finger-fuck me to a heaven I don’t think I’ve been taken to before. But I like it here, Jesus, I like it here…
 
 
Neal
 
Enough. I need to be in her now, to take her fully and get my fix.
I pull my fingers out of her and whip off her mask and she knows what to do now. She knows. We’re so in tune with each other we don’t need to speak.
She’s unzipped me and straddled me within seconds, and as I sink into her I breathe the longest sigh of relief. She’s still wet, and as she grinds against me, taking me deep, I’m not sure I can hold out much longer.
I grab on to her hips, and she leans back slightly, her hands on my knees because she knows I like to look at my cock disappearing inside her. My head’s a fucking mess, I’m all over the place when we do this, but I can’t leave her alone. I ache when she isn’t around. I can’t fucking breathe without her, and that terrifies me. But I don’t want it any other way.
This is my life now.
Fucked-up, warped and wrong.
This is my life.
Now.

 
Eight
 
Neal
 
Now I’m out here; now we’re out of that room and in amongst the people who’ve come here, to see what The Playroom has to offer, I’m back on track. Kira Blu messes with my mind when we’re alone, but out here I’m who I need to be. When all’s said and done I’m still a businessman; and this is a new venture. It’s just a very different business to the other one I run. But I still need my head in the game, when it matters.
Out on the main stage in the centre of the room two extremely pretty girls – one black, one white – are playing doctors and nurses. And people are watching, of course they are. That’s part of the reason they’ve come here – to watch. But they’re also drinking and talking and mingling, enjoying the very different atmosphere we’ve created down here in our new, dark, almost surreal world. A world that, before Kira Blu, I didn’t even know existed. But it does, and I’m happy to be living in it. I’m relaxed. I like it here. I like breaking rules and feeling messed-up. I fucking love it.
I look over towards the bar. Kira’s talking to Alan, one of the managers I’m entrusting the day-to-day running of The Playroom to. He knows the club business – he knows this kind of club. I made sure all my managers are familiar with what we’re doing here. I haven’t just hired anyone. I need to be careful. So these people we’ve surrounded ourselves with, they were chosen extremely carefully. And Alan, he’s the best. An ex-FBI agent, he’s older, wiser, and way more experienced than me as far as running a place like this is concerned. It’s thanks to him we’re up and running as quickly as we are. His advice and help has been invaluable. And he and Kira, they gelled from the second they met. Does that worry me? I’d be lying if I said it