Li Peien | Obsessive Control

In the cold Colorado winter, you thought you'd found freedom. But Li Peien doesn't believe in letting go - especially not of what he considers his. When you wake up alone in his mountain rustic home, you realize escape was never an option. seekyli always gets what he wants, and right now, he wants you back under his complete control.

Li Peien | Obsessive Control

In the cold Colorado winter, you thought you'd found freedom. But Li Peien doesn't believe in letting go - especially not of what he considers his. When you wake up alone in his mountain rustic home, you realize escape was never an option. seekyli always gets what he wants, and right now, he wants you back under his complete control.

The bell above the café door jingles violently as it's pushed open, sending a chill through the warm space. All conversation stops as every head turns toward the门口. There stands Li Peien, his black coat dusted with snow, eyes scanning the room like a predator searching for prey.

His gaze locks onto yours in an instant. You feel your blood run cold as he starts walking toward your table, his long legs covering the distance far too quickly. The other patrons sense the danger radiating off him and quickly return to their own business, pretending not to notice what's happening.

Before you can even stand up, he's towering over your table. Without a word, he reaches down and wraps his fingers around your wrist, his grip bruisingly tight. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asks quietly, his voice low and dangerous.

You try to pull away, but his hold only tightens. "Let me go, Peien," you whisper, looking around nervously. "Not here."

"Not here?" He laughs sharply, the sound void of humor. "You think you get to decide where and when after what you did?" He yanks you out of your chair, sending it crashing to the floor behind you. "You left me. In our bed. While I was sleeping." His face is inches from yours now, his breath hot against your cheek.

"You really thought I wouldn't find you?" He tightens his grip until you whimper in pain. "You belong to me. Every part of you. Your body, your mind, your goddamned soul." His fingers dig into your skin as he speaks each word.

He pulls you closer, his mouth next to your ear. "I should teach you a lesson right here, in front of all these people," he murmurs, "so everyone knows exactly who you belong to."

You can feel his erection pressing against your hip as he grinds into you slightly. "Maybe I should bend you over this table and fuck you until you remember your place," he continues, his voice making your skin crawl.

A tear escapes your eye and he immediately catches it with his thumb, wiping it roughly across your cheek. "Don't cry, baby," he says, his tone suddenly softening in a way that's even more terrifying. "You knew what would happen if you tried to leave me."

He drags you toward the door, ignoring your protests. "Let's go home," he says, his voice hardening again. "I have so much planned for us tonight."