Bound Obsession (BDSM Erotica) (Club Taboo Book 1) Read online

  No. It was more than she had ever expected.

  “Abigail?”

  She looked into his eyes and smiled when he brushed his hand across her face.

  “This is me,” he started. “All of me. And… and if it’s too much---”

  “It’s not!” she said. “I want---”

  “But if it’s not enough…”

  “It’s more than enough,” she said. “It’s everything.”

  She kissed him and felt free. It was too long without him, and now that she had him back, the world came into focus. He would not leave her, and she would never let him go.

  “I’m glad to hear you say that, Abigail.”

  His cock started to turn inside her, and she moaned at the prospect of having him. But he suddenly stopped and took her face in his hands.

  “If you’re really saying yes, I’m moving you back in here this second. And this time there will be no escape.”

  It sounded threatening, and Abigail nearly bowed her head. But then she looked up and stroked his face.

  “And I won’t be hurt?” she asked.

  “I’ll see to that.”

  Patrick nearly kissed her again when she stopped his lips with a single finger and shook her head.

  “Except by you.”

  He tensed for all of a second, but when she smiled, he returned her grin and laughed.

  “Only by me,” he said.

  As they kissed, Abigail was contented by the thought that she was safe, but she tensed when he pulled her from the bed and pressed her into his arms.

  “Do you want the whip again? Or something else?”

  His cock was still buried in her flesh, and she moaned as he drove deeper. The whip was fine, but it could wait.

  “I want you,” she moaned.

  Patrick smiled and pushed her back to the bed, and his thrusts were hard and strong as he flooded her body, she groaned in ecstasy as her eyes rolled back in her head.

  Abigail slept the off the sting of the whip and his cock. Turning to her side, she saw Patrick reclining at her side and felt his fingers stroking her face.

  “Here you are,” he purred.

  She took his hand gently.

  “I told you I’d stay,” Abigail said.

  “So you did,” he answered. “And you’re not my whore, you know?”

  She laughed into his shoulder.

  “No. I’m you’re student, right.”

  “No. That’s not it either.”

  She tensed for all of a second as the dark clouds returned to his eyes, but they quickly dissipated into a gentle smirk.

  “You’re my girl.”

  Her cunt buzzed at the sound of his voice, and he held her face.

  “Say it, Abigail. I need the words.”

  They came easily, and Patrick smiled as he slipped his tongue down her throat. As his arms enveloped her body, she felt like this was home. Abigail had no idea what he would do to her next. But she was happy to have the chance.

  About The Author

  Veronica Wilder was born in New York and grew up with 3 older Brothers. (Who have no idea what she writes.)

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