Obsessed Love by MINK

6

Lovett

“Pikachu.” I huff when his fluffy head nudges me under my chin, trying to wake me. I go to pull my hand up to pet him, forgetting for a moment that I’m tied to a bed. I must have dozed off for a little. I think having Pikachu here has put me at ease.

I open my eyes to only find darkness. The drapes that Bruno had opened earlier to let some light in remain open. He didn’t have much of a choice after I destroyed both of the lamps. I want to kick myself for breaking them since I could really use them now. The moon barely gives off any light at all. I blink my eyes, trying to get them adjusted.

As silly as it is, I'm not as scared as I would be if I was at home. In some twisted way, I at least know Bruno doesn't want to physically hurt me. In fact, he gave me a mind-blowing orgasm that I’m never going to forget.

He’s gotten my body to do things I’ve never been able to. In the past, whenever I tried to touch myself and find release, I always made myself stop because of the dark, dirty places my mind would go. I wasn’t comfortable getting off to those thoughts, but with him it’s different.

“I’m fine,” I reassure Pikachu. But I’m almost positive I’m trying to comfort myself.

I wrap my fingers around the silk tie and give it a tug to see if I can free myself, but it’s pointless. I know I can’t. I’ve tried so many times already. If anything, I only make them tighter each time.

“Meow” is Pikachu’s only response before he’s butting me with his head again.

It’s past feeding time, and he’s not a happy cat. That makes two of us. How long is Bruno going to leave me here? What if I need to use the bathroom or want more fancy cheese? He could at least turn on a movie or something. I guess I should be grateful that he got Pikachu for me, but that came at a cost. I owe him now.

What is he even doing? The first thing that pops into my head is that he’s with another woman. Food and sex are what all men want when they get out of jail. Right? A flash of unexpected jealousy hits me. I take a calming breath and tell myself that it’s not jealousy. So not jealousy. I think it’s anger about being locked in here. Why even kidnap me? He’s just toying with me for no reason. He should let me go, then he can go be with another woman and let me go back to my own life.

“Is he just going to leave me tied to the bed for the rest of my life?” I ask Pikachu.

“No.” A deep voice rumbles from the side of the bed, causing my heart to jump into my throat. “Wasn’t trying to scare you, love. I was letting you sleep. You’re not getting enough. Why are you so restless?” My breath hitches at how he shortened my name.

“Tell me how you creeping around in a dark room with me tied to your bed is not going to scare me?” I lift my eyebrow at him. I’m not even sure if he can see me with how dark it is in this room.

“Lights on.” Bruno simply says, causing the room to fill with light. Two new fancy lamps sit on each side of the nightstands. “You slept through me replacing the lamps.”

I open my mouth to answer him but shut it quickly. I don’t have to tell him anything. His brows pull together as he gives me a hard glare that I’m sure has most people peeing themselves. I’m not most people. I feel a little braver now that Pikachu is here with me. Bruno had already gotten a little taste of the damage my little fur baby could inflict. I doubt he wants anymore of that.

I don’t think his glare is having the effect on me he thinks it’s going to. Not only does it turn me on, but I understand more and more how much of the power I have here.

Bruno sits in a chair that I noticed earlier across the room in the corner. He’s moved it right next to the bed. How long had he been there watching me sleep? A better question actually is why?

He leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. I notice his hair is wet. He’s changed out of his buttoned-up collared shirt and slacks. He’s now in a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain white shirt that fits him a bit snugly. My eyes linger on his thick thighs. The clear outline of his hard cock shows. I press my own thighs together.

He makes no move to cover it. It’s as big as the rest of him. I can’t help but be curious about what it looks like. I’ve only seen one, and it was on a computer screen when I accidently clicked on one of those spam emails, and it was right in my face.

“Do you really want to play this power game with me, love?”

“I don’t want to play any games with you.” I jerk my eyes away from his erection before he catches me staring at it or my mind starts to pull up more of those dirty terrible fantasies I keep having about him.

Over the past few years, I’ve started to have these thoughts. Before, though, all the men in them were faceless, but not anymore.

“Liar.” He pushes to his feet. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. “Tell me why you’re not sleeping well, and I’ll let you see my cock. Might even let you rub your pussy against it and get yourself off.”

Holy crap. I can’t believe he said that.

“What?” I scream so loud Pikachu jumps down from the bed. “Why would I want to see that massive thing?” I sputter.

A rush of heat fills my cheeks. Bruno reaches down, slipping his hand into his pants. I lick my lips as I watch his arm move back and forth slowly as he strokes himself.

His eyes grow heavy-lidded with lust as he stares at me while he touches himself. The way he looks at me makes me feel sexy and wanted. It’s different from how other men have made me feel when I knew they were interested in me.

I tell myself to look away, but I can’t. That same jealousy I felt earlier at the idea of him having been off with another woman rises up inside me again.

“If I answer your question will you answer mine?” I ask. As soon as I do, I wonder if I’ll still get my reward. Not that I actually want it.

“Ask away.”

“Where did you go when you left here after you got Pikachu for me?”

“Work.”

“Oh.” Is he telling the truth? That was way too easy.

“Where did you think I went?” He asks his own question while still touching himself. The throb between my thighs is growing more intense with each second that passes. So much so it’s getting hard for me to concentrate.

“I don’t know.” I try to play it off with a shrug. “Men usually get out of prison and they want sex and food so I figured….” I trail off.

“They do.” My stomach drops. “But not me. All I wanted was revenge.” He sucks in a deep, long breath like he can smell me from where he’s standing. “Now I want you and my revenge.” He licks his lips. “I want to feast on your cunt.”

“Bruno,” I gasp.

My mind flashes to images of his face buried between my thighs as he devours me while I’m still tied to this bed. My nipples are so hard that it's painful now. That throb of need is starting to ache and hurt. I didn’t know it was even possible to get so turned on it actually hurt.

“Tell me,” Bruno grits out. “I’ll give it to you. You can even scream for me to stop, but I’ll keep going until you come all over my face. All you have to do is tell me why you’re not sleeping. Give me the words.”

“My ex,” I blurt out.

Whatever control Bruno might have been holding on to snaps. Before I can try to say more his mouth is on mine, taking what he wants.

Or is he giving me what I asked for?