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Saturday, September 13, 2025

The Broken Obsession

Part 6

His free hand reaches under the table, his fingers brushing against the stiletto heel of my shoe before wrapping around my ankle. I gasp, the sensation of total control that he has on me at the moment sending shivers through my body.

“God, I bet you’re so wet,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine while slightly twisting my foot and ankle

“For you,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “Only for you but Daniel but keep in mind that without that ankle that you are twisting…I will need a wheelchair for 6 weeks.”

That image will be burned in his mind forever.

The restaurant is quiet, but we don’t care. His hand releases my ankle and moves higher, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties, teasing me. I moan softly, pressing my broken leg against him, feeling his hardness through his pants against my exposed toes.

“I want you so bad,” he says, his voice raw with desire. “I want to fuck you right here.”

“Maybe later,” I say, my voice breathy. “For now, just touch me.”

He does, his fingers slipping inside my panties, finding my clitoris and circling it slowly. I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles white as I try to suppress my moans.

The waiter approaches, and Daniel swiftly removes his hand. I straighten up, my breathing ragged, but I manage a smile. “Everything okay?” the waiter asks.

“Perfect,” I say, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. Once the waiter leaves, Daniel leans in, his voice low. “I need to taste you. Now.”

I nod, standing up slowly, gracefully on my good leg grabbing my crutches. “I dare you to meet me in the ladies bathroom,” I say, my voice a husky whisper with a lovely smile.

He follows me, his eyes never leaving my broken leg as I make my way to the ladies’ room on my crutches. Once inside, I lock the door, drop my crutches and turn to face him, balancing dangerously on one tiny high heel shoe.

“Undress me,” I command, my voice thick with desire.

He obliges, his hands trembling slightly as he unbuttons my blouse, revealing my lace bra. He unhooks it, letting my breasts spill out, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight. He unzips my skirt, letting it fall to the floor, his eyes lingering on my cast before moving to my soaked panties.

I step out of my clothes with his help, standing before him naked except for my one high heel shoe and my long sexy cast. He removes his own clothes quickly, his penis already so hard. He steps closer, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple. I gasp, leaning into his touch. He leans down, his tongue replacing his thumb, licking and sucking my nipple until I’m moaning his name.

His hand moves lower, his fingers finding my clitorid again. He rubs it slowly, his other hand gripping my ass, pulling me closer, I slightly lean on my broken leg moaning. I grind against his hand, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Daniel…” I moan, my voice pleading.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice firm. “I want to taste you first.”

He drops to his knees, his hands gripping my long cast as his tongue finds my clitoris. He licks and sucks, his tongue flicking against me until I’m screaming his name, my orgasm crashing over me.

He stands up, his cock glistening with my juices. “Turn around,” he commands.

I do as he says with small little hops, my hands gripping the sink as he positions himself behind me. I feel his hard penis, teasing me.

“Daniel…” I beg, my voice desperate.

“Patience,” he says, his voice thick with desire.

He starts to move, slowly at first, then faster, harder. I grip the sink, my knuckles white as I push back against him, meeting his thrusts.

“Fuck, Christy,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “You feel so good.”

“Harder,” I beg, my voice ragged. “Were you going to break my ankle?” I moaned.

His body tensing as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me. Then he pulls out, turning me to face him. He kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hand slides along my long cast.

“Yes I was…” and then my phone buzz,

Part 7 to come