Free Bound Obsession (BDSM Erotica) (Club Taboo Book 1) by Veronica Wilder Page B

longer had Patrick’s protection. But as Walter entered her, she felt more than rape. Patrick had staked his claim to her body, and she couldn’t get past the feeling of what it was to have him possess her. And if she only got one more thing right in her entire life…
    Moaning no into the gag, Abigail managed to push him away. She found the door locked and pounded with quivering fists as she kept tugging on the doorknob and pulled Walter’s tie from her lips.
    “Help me! Please! Someone---”
    Walter turned her back into the room. He doubled her over with a sharp punch to her stomach, and as Abigail thought that all was lost, she collapsed at his feet.
    “Come here.”
    Wrenching her up by her hair, Abigail cried out again. Walter slammed her body into the wall and forced his tongue into her cunt. Licking and biting around her, inside her, Abigail moaned in anguish and kept trying to fight him off when the door was kicked open.
    “Hey! Private party!”
    Narrowing her eyes, Abigail saw a lithe figure step slowly into view, and as soon as the moonlight hit his frame, she whined her need for salvation.
    “Patrick… please…”
    Walter Ross released her, and as her body crashed to the floor, Walter hiked up his pants and glared at his opponent.
    “So now you want her?” he challenged. “Too late.”
    He hoisted her up by his hair and fondled her breasts.
    “I’m taking her,” Walter said.  “And what I’m going to do to her…”
    Abigail cringed as he licked her face, and when he pushed his finger to her cunt, she felt as if she would die in his arms.
    “Look at me.”
    Patrick’s orders were like a lifeline that she clung to with bruised hands. She didn’t know why or how he was here. But she wanted him to hold her again.
    “Why would she go back to you?” Walter challenged. “You were always too soft! Could never handle it.”
    Walter grinded his clothed cock into her quaking ass, and when she tried to squirm away, Walter pulled her closer and hissed.
    “But now you’re with now me, right?”
    Abigail was still in Patrick’s eyes, and as she saw him seething and desperate, she could think of nothing but getting back into his arms. Relaxing her stance, she peered up into Walter’s eyes and forced a smile.
    “Yes… I am.”
    Walter turned her body to his, and she could hear Patrick moaning in despair as her fingers danced towards his cock.
    “Abigail! Don’t! I…”
    “Jesus fucking Christ!”
    As soon as she had his piece in her hand, Abigail pulled with all of her might. His cry of pain gave her the strength to push away from him, and she flew into Patrick’s waiting arms. Holding her close for all of a second, he kissed her hair before pushing her behind him.
    “You will never touch her again!”
    Slamming all of his fists into Walter’s middle, Patrick brought her assailant to the ground, but even as Walter was incapacitated, Patrick kept hitting him until Abigail recovered enough of her strength to try to pry him away.
    “I’m here, Patrick!” she screamed. “I’m alright now.”
    Patrick kept hitting him until the door pushed open again. Mistress Serena stepped into view with bouncers at her back and a look of fury on her face.
    “How many times do I have to tell you boys…?”
    Under the woman’s stare, Abigail felt as if she was nearly safe, but Serena’s stare was poised on Patrick. Folding him into her arms, Abigail thought fast and spoke quicker.
    “He was only here to help me.”
    Serena turned her glare back to Walter as he struggled to his feet. Wanting nothing more than to tear his heart from his throat, Serena literally beat her to the punch as she slapped his face and sent him spinning back to the ground.  As soon as he was out cold, Serena signaled for her boys.
    “And this time he doesn’t get back in,” she said. “I don’t care how much green he flashes.”
    Abigail started to relax at the sight and the sound of her tormenter being dragged away, but a