Page 23 of Insane Obsession
We watch as Lea leaves the room and scans the corridor. When she switches on her flashlight, I catch sight of her huge eyes.
“She looks crazy.”
I huff at Ringo’s comment. “That’s because she’s scared, asshole.”
“You’re not feeling sorry for her, are you?”
Prince slides my head to the crook of his arm and hums in approval when I throw a leg over his thighs. “Watch her, flower, while you turn around and present my brother your ass. She’s looking right at the door you disappeared from. It’s our backdoor.”
“She won’t come looking for you,” Ringo adds. “She’s about to save her own ass and her ass only. And I’m about to take good care of yours.” He rubs my ass cheeks. “How are you feeling?”
“It feels a bit weird,” I admit, eyes glued to the screen. He’s right. Lea checks out the door but turns on her heels and runs for the stairs.
“If you’d been in trouble, she would have let you rot in here,” Prince mutters.
Cool fingers probe at my entrance and start massaging my crease and hole. The room fills with the scent of almonds.
“Let him do his magic. Ringo is a god with his hands.”
Under Ringo’s touch, I start to relax. But my mind races. I have often wondered. Why me?
Why do—I nibble at my bottom lip while I watch Lea arrive on the ground floor. Her flashlight flickers as she runs for the front door. “Do you like me?” I ask. “I mean, people don’t tend to like me. I don’t know why. They either bully me or ignore me.”
On-screen, Lea is fighting with the door. She seems to be pulling for the life of her, but it won’t budge.
Ringo chuckles. “Watch this.”.
Prince squeezes my leg. “We like you. A lot.” He drops his chin onto my hair, and I exhale, shuddering.
Ringo continues his massage on my sensitive ass.
And the sound sweeps up.
“Footsteps,” I mutter. “They were so fucking scary.”
Lea screams. She keeps pulling and pulling, knocking on the wooden panel when nothing happens. “Let me out!” She screams.
Ringo chuckles into my nape. His finger massages the muscle rings inside my ass, and I sigh as they relax. “Let’s let the poor bitch out.”
The doors open so suddenly that Lea needs to jump out of the way to avoid getting hurt. Another footage pops up, this one from the outside. We see her running down the stairs, sobbing.
“Look at that bitch,” Prince whispers. “We could even sue her.”
“Don’t.” I turn over my shoulder to capture Ringo’s lips for a kiss. He moans into my mouth. When I pull back, he gives my swollen lips a lick. “Please.”
“Why are you so afraid of David?” He asks, adding another finger to open me further.
“Because—” I falter. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but despite having felt them countless times, they seem to havea different weight tonight. “Because he’s always there. He has something against me. He—he hates me.”
“And look at David now,” Ringo murmurs. His cock slides into my loose hole when the screen goes blank, then shows another footage.
David is hanging down in a well. A metal cuff is firmly around his ankle, and a thick rope is attached to it.
“Jess,” I choke.
“Hmm.” Ringo thrusts slowly, one hand in my hair, the other one on my waist. With the rocking of his hips, he pushes me further against Prince.
“She’s keeping him from falling into the well.”