The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 193: Sweet dreams

Chapter 193: Sweet dreams

"I want you to reply with ’yes sir’ to every command I give you," he said, his tone firm yet filled with tenderness.

"Yes, Sir," Abby whispered back, her voice barely a breath as she surrendered herself completely to his control

"What’d you need, sweetie? Tell me," he demanded, his tone firm and commanding. Abby’s breath caught in her throat, her fingers trembling slightly.

"You," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you, please... sir."

"Such a good girl ," Remo groaned suddenly, his voice filled with desire. She bit her lip, her body tingling with anticipation.

"You’re going to be such a good girl for me, aren’t you?" Remo’s voice was filled with longing, sending a shiver of excitement down Abby’s spine.

Yes, god, yes," Abby agreed eagerly

"I want you to run your fingertips along your inner thighs, feel the softness of your skin," he directed, his voice firm yet tinged with tenderness. Abby’s cheeks flushed at the thought, her fingers trembling as she complied.

She closed her eyes, envisioning his strong hands and the way they would guide her

"Do you remember how I used to tease you? How I made you squirm with just a touch?" Remo’s words sent a shiver of excitement down Abby’s spine, memories of their intimate moments flooding her mind. "Yes, I remember," she admitted, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Just imagine me pressing against you, feeling the heat between us," Remo whispered, his voice filled with longing.

She moaned softly, the sound barely audible over the phone. "Okay sir" she murmured, her voice filled with desire, her fingers tracing over her skin.

"Are you getting wet?"

"So wet, Sir," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"How so?" Remo pressed, his tone firm yet tinged with satisfaction.

"Soaking, Sir," Abby replied, her cheeks flushing at the thought of confessing such intimacy to him.

"And who made you so fucking wet?" Remo asked.

"You, Sir, only you," she confessed, her voice trembling with need.

A smile tugged at Remo’s lips, evident even through the phone line. "Good girl," he praised, his approval sending a thrill of pleasure through Abby’s body. She felt a sense of pride at his words, a validation of her obedience to him.

"How badly do you want it, love?" Remo’s teasing tone sent a shiver of excitement down Abby’s spine, the anticipation building with each passing moment.

"So badly, Sir," she admitted, her voice filled with longing. "I’ll do whatever you say."

"Such a slut eager to please me." Remo chuckled.

"Slide two fingers inside yourself, now."

"Yes,Sir," Abby’s voice, strained with desire, affirmed her obedience.

"Good,Feel how good you make me feel? How you drive me wild with your touch?"

Abby’s response was a soft affirmation, her breath hitching as she immersed herself in the sensations.

Remo continued, his voice thick with desire. "Now, move your fingers in and out, feel every inch of yourself, and know how much you drive me insane. How does it feel?" he asked, his tone low and filled with anticipation.

"It feels amazing, Sir," she replied, her voice trembling with pleasure. The sound of her hands gliding over her skin filled the room, adding to the intensity of the moment.

Remo’s next question caught her off guard. "Do you remember our first time together?" he asked, his voice soft yet filled with a raw intensity.

Abby couldn’t help but smile at the memory, the heat of his touch still vivid in her mind. "Yes, Sir," she replied, her breath catching at the flood of emotions that washed over her.

"Do you remember how it felt when I first entered you?" Remo continued, his words sending a shiver of excitement down Abby’s spine.

"Yes, Sir," she admitted, the memory still as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.

"Tell me," Remo demanded, his voice commanding yet filled with tenderness.

"It felt... incredible, Sir," Abby confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like nothing I had ever experienced before."

A soft sigh escaped Remo’s lips, his words laced with satisfaction. "I can still feel the way you tightened around me," he murmured, his voice filled with longing.

Abby couldn’t help but moan at the memory, the sensations flooding back to her with vivid clarity. "Yes, Sir," she whispered, her body trembling with desire.

"Good," Remo said, his voice filled with approval. "Now, I want you to imagine that I’m there with you, my hands exploring every inch of your body, my lips trailing kisses along your skin."

She imagined the warmth of his lips trailing kisses down her neck, his hands exploring every curve of her body with a gentle yet possessive fervor.

With each imagined caress, Abby’s arousal surged, her breath quickening. She longed for the weight of Remo’s body pressing against hers, for the sensation of his hands roaming over her flesh with an intimacy that left her breathless.

As Abby’s pleasure surged to new heights, she found herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, her body consumed by waves of intense arousal. With each movement of her fingers, she felt herself drawn closer and closer, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps,

Each touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building with a relentless fervor that left her breathless and desperate for release.

When Remo’s voice broke through the haze of sensation, Abby struggled to find the words to convey the depth of her arousal. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Abby took a moment to gather her thoughts, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I... I feel like I’m on fire," she finally managed to reply, her voice trembling with desire. "Every touch, every sensation, it’s like... like electricity running through me."

As she spoke, Abby’s fingers continued their frantic movements, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge. She could feel the tension building within her, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

"It’s like... like I’m being consumed by pleasure, and I never want it to end."

"Are you close?" Remo’s voice echoed through the phone, filled with anticipation.

"Yes, yes please, can I cum, Sir—please," Abby pleaded, her desperation evident in her voice. "Please Sir, I’m begging you, please."

She sounded genuinely desperate, her voice strained with need.

"Of course you can, my sweet doll cum for me. Let me hear you loud and clear," Remo commanded, his voice firm yet filled with desire.

"I’m cumming, Sir, I’m cumming," Abby whispered, her voice trembling with ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her, stealing her strength away.

As Abby basked in the aftermath of her intense pleasure, she heard Remo’s deep groan, as if he had just reached his own climax. "Fuck, Abby, you’re really a bad girl letting your husband orgasm at 1am," he teased, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Abby chuckled softly, still lost in the daze of her own pleasure. She hadn’t even realized that Remo had been masturbating too, so consumed was she by her own ecstasy.

"Goodnight, love, sweet dreams," Remo murmured, his voice filled with tenderness.

Abby sighed contentedly, a smile playing on her lips as she basked in the afterglow of their shared passion. "Goodnight," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.