44. The Taste of Obsession

CHAPTER 44

The Taste of Obsession

WREN

The night air bites into my skin as I stand outside her window. Her taste lingers on my tongue, igniting a hunger I can barely contain. Tonight shifted something between us. When she arched into my touch, when her voice broke on my name, when she whispered ‘please’ and pulled me closer—she crossed a line she can't uncross. The memory of her surrender burns through me, awakening something darker than mere desire.

Behind the curtain, her silhouette moves, pacing back and forth. Every step tells me she's replaying what happened, feeling the marks I left, understanding how perfectly we fit together. She's no longer fighting what flows between us, no longer pretending she doesn't crave what only I can give her. One tap on the window, one twist of the lock is all it would take. The thought of claiming her again makes my blood burn.

I imagine sneaking into her room, pressing my hand over that tempting mouth, stealing her breath as I finish what we started. The urge to possess her again is almost too strong to ignore. Each plan dissolves under the intensity of what she awakens in me. A primal hunger that demands satisfaction. But I stay still, letting the anticipation build. Tomorrow will bring something deeper than physical satisfaction.

My phone lights up.

Monty: Studio's prepped. Everything is ready for tomorrow.

I smile, while I type my reply.

Me: Make sure there are no interruptions .

Monty thinks he understands what drives me. He's wrong. This transcends the usual games. She's awakened something primal, something that demands more than just physical dominance. Tomorrow she'll discover there's no turning back—not because she can't, but because she won't want to. She'll bend beneath my touch, break apart in my hands, and emerge remade into something perfect. Something that belongs entirely to me.

Through the window, I watch her pace. My hand moves to my dick, already hard from the memory of her heat around my fingers, the silk of her skin against mine. The taste of her still haunts me—the sweetness of her mouth, the salt of her skin, the addictive flavor of her pussy. I free myself from my jeans, stroking slowly as images of tomorrow flood my mind.

The studio mirrors will strip away her last defenses. She'll watch herself transform, accept what she's becoming with each touch, each command, each mark I leave on her skin. Every camera angle will capture the moment realization dawns—how beautiful she is in surrender, how right we are together. No hiding. No denial. Just pure truth reflected back at her as she watches herself become mine.

My hand moves faster, precum leaking over my fingers as I think about tomorrow. The phone in my pocket holds enough secrets to shatter her world, each revelation a gift I'll bestow when she's earned it. She'll come to me not from desperation, but desire. The evidence I've gathered will become currency in our private exchange.

A kiss for federal documents.

A touch for surveillance reports.

For the medical records? She'll beg so sweetly.

For details about the FBI operation? Those perfect legs will need to spread for me.

For the private plane manifests? Complete submission.

But her true identity? That's the final prize, held back until she's completely mine. Until every wall has crumbled and she accepts who she truly is—who she was always meant to be. I'll whisper that truth against her skin while she falls apart in my arms, brand her with the reality of who she is while pleasure breaks her apart.

The monster inside me purrs with satisfaction as these thoughts consume me. My hand moves faster, remembering the silk of her skin, the heat of her mouth, the way she yielded so perfectly to every demand. But physical satisfaction isn't enough anymore. I want her mind clouded with nothing but thoughts of me, her body responding only to my touch, her world narrowed down to us and the pleasure I give her. Everything about her feeds this obsession—her taste, her scent, her heat. Her trust will be given without reservation, her devotion absolute and unquestioning.

My orgasm hits hard as I imagine claiming her completely. Cum spills over my hand while I picture her willing surrender, her acceptance of my ownership. Let her anticipation build. Let her lie there remembering my touch, my taste, my promise of what’s to come.

I turn away, forcing myself to leave. The cold night air does nothing to calm the fire coursing through me. It serves as a reminder that what we shared tonight was only a preview of what’s to come.

Soon, my pretty Ballerina. Soon, you’ll understand that this isn’t just about control. It’s about becoming exactly what you were meant to be.

The drive home barely registers through the haze of want still consuming me. Streets blur past while my mind stays fixed on her, on the way she responded to every touch, every command. The empty roads and dim lights fade into insignificance compared to the memory of her beneath me.

When I walk into my bedroom, the light from the lamp illuminates papers spread across the desk. They tell the story of who she really is, each document peeling back another layer of deception. Her father thought he could hide her past, bury it so deep no one would find it. He didn't count on my obsession, on how thoroughly I'd hunt for every scrap of information until the real her emerged from the lies.

My phone buzzes again. Another message from Monty.

Monty: You’re obsessed.

I exhale slowly, a smile curving my lips. He’s right. I am. But there’s a reason. She’s everything I’ve been searching for, everything that makes the rest of the world fade into insignificance.

Me: Just be ready.

The intensity of this need should frighten me, but instead it feels inevitable. Like everything in my life has led to this moment, to her.

Tomorrow changes everything. She'll understand that this was always her destiny, that fighting it was pointless from the start.

I close my eyes, her image burned into my thoughts. The way she looked up at me tonight, desire warring with fear in those eyes. The understanding dawning that there's no escape from this connection between us. Her submission will be my greatest triumph, her surrender my ultimate pleasure. And when she finally gives in completely, it won't be just her body I possess. It will be everything – every thought, every breath, every dream. She'll be mine in ways no one else has ever been, bound to me by chains of pleasure and truth and need.

We're both too far gone for any other ending.