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The Obsession Ch. 01

By: Sorian



My brother Brian and I were always close. It started as early as I could remember: playing in the mud together, taking baths together, running around in the park, to always hanging out in high school. Even now that he was in college and I was ready to graduate from high school, we always managed to find time to talk and hang out when we could. If anyone asked me of course I would tell them I loved my brother. I mean doesn't every sister? Some people made comments to us, about how much time we spent together or what an effort I always made to see him. But we were just really close. I suppose they were always jealous. That was just the way it was.

I always thought of him as a handsome guy and it was a surprise to me that he never dated anyone steadily. I figured he was just holding out for the right girl and I didn't blame him. There were a lot of tramps out there. In my mind whatever girl my brother wound up with would be the right one at the right time. After all, when it came to these sorts of things—timing was really everything.

One evening I found myself on the other side of town and I decided to drop in on him at school. I had been to his dorm a few times so I knew my way around the school. After parking the car I made my way through the campus toward his dorm. The college was always full of people and I figured Brian would probably be out with friends, but maybe I could catch him. I felt very "college girl" that night with my white tank top and black skirt with a pink band in my hair. 

The truth was, one reason I went to see Brian at school was to check out the guys. It was slim pickings at my school and I figured this bunch would be a little more mature. The last guy I dated was in college and though we were together almost a year I found I never really fell for him. He was great in bed and as I walked through this school thinking of him, it occurred to me that was why I stayed with him for so long. Oh well, he was gone now and I was on the prowl.

I slipped into the door as a couple was coming out, went up the three flights of stairs and made my way to Brian's room. I liked to sneak up on him when I could, so when I came to his door I checked the handle to see if it was unlocked. It clicked open and I darted in with a big grin. 

"Brian!" I yelled. 

The first thing I heard was, "Ah! Ah!" My eyes widened as I saw my brother on the couch with his pants undone and his dick in his hand. On the large TV was a particularly graphic porno. Brian looked at me with a flushed face and he tried to put himself back in his pants.

"Oh shit!" He whispered.

"Um...damn it," I said turning my head away awkwardly.

He ruffled with something on the couch and managed to turn the TV off. "Michelle...what the hell are you doing here?" He asked attempting to be angry instead of embarrassed.

"I..." I looked back at his cute red face and for the first time I felt a little grossed out. "I was just near by and I thought I would see what you were up to." I moved toward the door. "I'm sorry...it was stupid."

"Yes it was! You should try knocking," He said weakly looking away from me awkwardly. 

"I will next time. I think I should go," I said squeezing the handle.

He didn't say anything and just looked away.

"See you later," I muttered and I left him there frowning on the couch.

I walked up the hall quickly still processing what had just happened. I knew my brother looked at porn. I mean that was a reality all sisters go through once their brother's go through puberty. But what the hell was he doing? It was 7 pm on a Friday night—not exactly prime hours for TV watching let alone porn. Plus he looked so demoralized. I walked to the lobby of the dorm and looked around. Suddenly it hit me: everywhere I looked there were couples. A couple on the couch making out, another couple walking hand and hand, another couple just left the building. Brian was all alone.

I took a deep breath. Ok he was lonely. But he was so cute and so fun! What the hell was wrong with these girls? I turned around and made my way back to his room. Brian and I had always been able to talk, why didn't he ever tell me about this? I knocked on his door.

"Come in," he said after a moment.

I walked in casually and closed the door. He was still sitting on the couch with the TV off and his face was still red. He looked up at me, rolled his eyes and sighed. 

"Um...hey Brian," I said as I sat on the couch a few feet from him.

He looked at the floor. "Hi," he said in a quiet voice. 

We both sat awkwardly for a minute. I looked up at him and he looked at me.

"I'm sorry..." I started to say.

"No don't be," he replied. He was quiet then added, "I bet you think I am some kind of loser."

I smiled at him sympathetically, "What?"

He shook his head, "Your older brother sitting here jerking off to porn on a Friday night—not much to look up to."

I smiled. "Ok, so it wasn't what I was expecting." I slid closer to him to ease the tension. "But it's ok...you are a guy. I guess I just thought you had...you know...someone to take care of that for you."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You know, like a girlfriend or something," I answered.

He shook his head. "That really hasn't happened for me."

I frowned. I could tell there was a lot to that statement. He had never mentioned girls since he came to school. I figured he just thought it was wise to not fill in his little sister on his sex life. "Why haven't you said anything?" I asked.

"I just must seem like a real loser," he muttered. "I mean...look at you Michelle, you are gorgeous. Half the guys I know here look at your picture and ask me to hook you up with them. I figure you didn't want to hear about...well..." he gestured around to his room, "Me sitting here doing nothing with girls you know?"

I looked at him. His messy brown hair was adorable. But his green eyes, sharp nose and chin looked so sad. I slid close to him. "I am your sister. Brian we can always talk about anything." I slapped his knee playfully. "Now, I have nothing to do tonight, so are we gonna hang out or what?"

He smiled at me and flipped on the TV. We started to watch a movie and he ordered a pizza. He went into his bathroom to clean up and I lounged on the couch and took off my shoes. For an instant an image flashed into my mind. It happened so fast I almost just ignored it, but then it came back. I saw my brother's penis. I felt my pulse quicken slightly. He had a great looking dick—I was secure enough to admit that. I couldn't believe one of these college bimbos wasn't enjoying it. 

A thought occurred to me and I smiled at how funny it looked in my head. I was curious to see his dick again—I mean I am his sister, but I am also a girl. I hadn't slept with anyone in a while and I could see he hadn't either. Maybe I could help him out. I shook my head. What the hell was I thinking? I am his sister. That is gross. I turned back to the movie.

Brian came out of the bathroom. I looked up at his frowning face. I took a deep breath and I felt my heart change. Butterflies sprung up in my stomach as he plopped down next to me. What would I say to him? How do you bring up something like this? Where do I start? I leaned on his shoulder.

"Brian, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"When you said I am gorgeous, did you mean it?"

"Of course I did." He squeezed my shoulders with his arm.

I out my hand on his thigh casually and looked up at him. "I think you are really handsome."

He laughed, "Um thanks."

I slid my hand up his thigh slowly.

"Um...Michelle...what..."

I stopped him and said, "Ok...listen to me." I slid off the couch and kneeled in front of him with my hand on the middle of his thigh. "I am your sister. We have always been close so I am just going to say this straight out. I...I want to help you."

"Help me?" His voice croaked a bit.

"I mean...you could watch porn and masturbate...or I can...do something for you," I looked up at him. I felt nervous suddenly. I looked up at him from below and I felt vulnerable. This was Brian I had nothing to be afraid of, but suddenly everything was different. He looked at me with a frown.

"Michelle...you're my sister...don't you think that's weird?" He asked in a shaky voice.

"At first...of course I did," I put my other hand on his other thigh. "But I feel closer to you than any other guy and well..." I needed to change my tactic. "I am offering to suck your dick ok?"

"Michelle...what are...?"

"I want to do it," I said quickly. I felt embarrassed but I continued, "We can turn off the light if you don't want to watch or think of it as me. That's fine if..."

"I want to watch you," he said suddenly.

My heart skipped a beat. I looked at him with a surprise. I wasn't sure what to do next so I slid my hands up to his crotch. I was surprised to feel that he was already getting hard. I pressed up onto my knees and undid his pants. He moved up and I slid them down to his ankles and then pulled down his boxers.

His dick bounced up gently as his boxers went down. It was growing hard and I smiled as it rose out of the mess of black pubic hair. His shaft was nice, straight and a good width. I looked at it for a moment. It was now or never.

I reached and took the shaft carefully with my right hand and jerked up and down his dick gently. He flexed his nice dick against my fingers and I smiled feeling it get harder. I looked up at him and said, "Now I am doing this for you. If there is any way you want me to do this just say so ok?"

He took a deep breath and looked from my hand to my face. 

I opened my mouth to suck his cock.

"Michelle," he said suddenly. 

I looked at him, "Yes?" I breathed over his dickhead—it was swelling out quickly.

"What happens when I...you know...finish?"

He was so sweet. "Do you want me to swallow?"

He nodded his head.

I opened my mouth and took just the tip of his dick in as I jerked the shaft up and down with my right hand. I sucked it gently and rolled my tongue over it. I opened my mouth wider then slid over some of his shaft until the tip of his dick hit the top of my mouth. My heart pounded and my knees trembled as I thought about Brian's cock on my tongue. I squeezed it slightly with my lips and pulled it back out of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head gently. The skin was so smooth.

He took a breath as I took the cock in again, my right hand firmly around the shaft jerking the whole time. I bobbed on the shaft for a bit allowing his dick to grow rock hard and for his balls to clench together. I took it in faster and jerked it faster with each suck, occasionally letting the tip slip out of my mouth. I licked over the shaft and up to his hairy balls. I didn't like the hair, so I backed up and went back to his shaft.

He put his hand on my cheek as I sucked him. I looked up at him and met his gaze as I sped up—jerking and sucking his cock faster and faster. His dick slurped in my mouth as our eyes met. He looked at me so intensely with so much love in his eyes. My heart fluttered. I felt his hand push on the back of my head as I went down and I felt the tickle of his pubes on my face and the head of his cock stick the back of my mouth. His dick grew larger than I could take in easily. He seemed to like the pressure as he gasped and continued to press my head against his dick. I coughed slightly and pushed against his hand. He wouldn't let my head back for a second and then he left me.

I took the dick all the way out and licked the head looking up at him. I could see him breathing faster. This is what I wanted: to please him. I was getting excited and started to breathe quicker myself. I started to pump his cock and looked at the large red mushroom tip. I opened my mouth and pushed it in only an inch or two. I continued to jerk his cock as he grabbed my hair. I knew it was coming soon so I closed my mouth over the tip of his cock.

"Oh...shit...Michelle...I am gonna cum," he grunted.

I moaned and sucked on the tip of his dick firmly. I pumped his dick as fast as I could with my hand and suddenly it happened: He groaned and hot, warm cum spurted into my mouth filling it with each pump. I opened my mouth wider, swallowed and took in more of his shaft.

"Shit...Michellle...shit...oh...oh..." He grabbed a fist of my hair and moved his hips with my mouth. Cum squirted out in and I swallowed it as best as I could. He pushed my head down hard over his shaft until it hit the back of my mouth. I had trouble swallowing and pushed back. I jerked his cock slowly. "Shhh," he said in a shaky breath.

I slowed down and sucked gently until his warm shaft and head felt smooth to my tongue. I pulled it out of my mouth and looked up at him. He looked down at me with wide eyes and a smile. My knees were shaking and as I swallowed the remnants of his cum I realized: He was so handsome and I loved him. I licked my lips and smiled.

"No more lonely Fridays ok?" I said.

He shook his head. "No more lonely Fridays."

The Obsession Ch. 01



"Natalie are you sure about this?"

"You worry way too much Evelyn, this will be fun! Don't forget to bring your cards, just in-case you want to bid on one of the men. It is all for charity you know."

"Well if anything... embarrassing happens, I'm blaming you."

"Nothing is going to go wrong. In fact, you might just thank me when the evening is over. Now let's go in before I drag you to our table," said Natalie grinning.

"Ok, fine, let's go," grumbled Evelyn.

Inside the busy entrance of the club, a large a sign in the lobby read:

Annual Bachelor Firefighter's Charity Auction All proceeds go to the

Burn Research and Treatment Facility.

Tonight at 7pm

"Ok, we're here, now you can't back out like I know you want to," said Natalie.

"Like I've had any choice...let's just go in and get this going ," said Evelyn.

"That's the spirit. Even if nothing comes of it, we're still going to spend the next two hours drooling over gorgeous firefighters."

"You got that right," said Evelyn, distractedly as she watched a tall muscular man walk past her a large bag slung over his shoulder.

"Mmm, I like your taste girl, he's scrumptious. Why don't you bid on him?"

"How do you even know he's a firefighter?" Evelyn didn't take her eyes off the back of the man, who was now walking past the auction room.

"Look at his boots and that bag he's carrying. They're both standard issue for a fireman."

"If it makes you happy I will bid on him, then you can stop nagging me," said Evelyn.

"Yeah, we're going to have so much fun tonight girl, just you wait and see. According to the pamphlet, if you win, you get a private dinner date with your firefighter at a nice restaurant. And I am certainly planning on snagging one of these sexy men tonight for some fun," said Natalie, looking around the room.

Evelyn grinned, unlike her friend, who was wild, she hardly ever took risks and now her social life was even duller since she dumped her cheating boyfriend last month. Tonight would certainly be an adventure.

After watching six hot and hard bodied firemen auctioned off to the screaming crowd of women surrounding them, she felt more relaxed. Her previous anxiety had melted away as she got into the atmosphere of the event, these men were gorgeous and she wanted a date with one of them.

"Introducing our next bachelor, Christian Cardenas, he's twenty-six, and has been a firefighter for four years. He enjoys surfing, sailing and paragliding. His favorite date location is a nightclub. Please give him a warm welcome!" called the announcer as the next man stepped forward.

Evelyn watched in rapt attention, as he peeled off his tight shirt, revealing a rock solid stomach and chest. She looked over at Natalie and saw her friend's eyes were glued to the man's every contour, including the bulge pressing against his exposed boxers. Evelyn watched as Natalie licked her lips as Christian moved to the back of the stage and re-fastened his pants as the announcer stepped forward.

Once the announcer yelled, "Sold for $720," Evelyn, with a pointed look directed at her friend said, "Girl, are you crazy? You spent that much money on a man for one date?"

"It felt like he was watching me the whole time, I just had to win," she said.

Evelyn shook her head, "I obviously won't be able to afford a date with one of these men if that's the price they're going to be auctioned off at."

"Let's just see if you like any of the remaining guys enough to spend that much money," she said.

Christian walked to the end of the stage, light glimmering over his chest. He jumped off and jogged over to the table. "What's your name gorgeous?" he asked, as he grinned at Natalie.

"Nat...Natalie."

"I'll meet you here at 9pm for our date. Don't go anywhere," he said with a gorgeous smile, and walked away. Evelyn was glad she didn't bid on him. He seemed a bit too cocky for her tastes, but he was perfect for Natalie.

"What a killer body, and oh god that grin of his, I think I might be in love," rambled Natalie, she fidgeted with her hands, something Evelyn hadn't seen her do in a long time.

Evelyn smiled, "No, that's lust, looks like you're going to get what you wanted out of this night."

"Oh I certainly hope so, I don't know how I'm going to survive a dinner with him, without wanting to rip off his clothes and do him on the table."

"You are a naughty woman, there's a wildness in his eyes that makes him seem well suited for you."

The announcer's voice cut their conversation short, "Introducing our next bachelor, Nick Donovan. He's twenty seven, and has been a firefighter for three years. He enjoys horseback riding, hiking through the mountains and spelunking. His favorite date location is a nice quiet restaurant. Please give him a warm welcome."

With that, Nick stepped onto the stage and Evelyn's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. It was him, the titan she spotted in the lobby. But now he was dressed in his turnout gear that he slowly stripped off, her eyes were glued to his every movement as he unclipped his jacket and slid off his shoulders revealing his muscular arms. He looked around the room as he tossed the jacket onto the stage and grinned dimples creasing his cheeks as he slipped the suspenders off his shoulders. Hot flushes bloomed through her body, he had such presence on stage, Evelyn was enamored.

Her breathing picked up, as a drop of sweat splashed onto her chest as with a masculine display of strength he grasped the middle of his wifebeater and tore it off his chest, revealing his powerful, perfectly defined muscles beneath. Drool almost escaped her mouth as he pulled a bottle out of his pants and uncapped it. He splashed the water over his broad chest, the stage lights adding a spectacular glimmer effect as the water ran down his cut abs to soak into his pants. Her jaw gaped open as he slid the zipper on his pants down, to reveal the sizeable bulge encased in his tight black boxers damp from the water.

She thought she might have groaned when he pushed his pants down to pool around his ankles, but she wasn't sure of anything at that moment. Her eyes locked onto his body, his powerful muscles flexed as he showed off his tight hard physique. Then he looked directly at her, and her breath caught in her throat, his eyes bored into her with a hot searing intensity. She knew what she had to do, she had to win, no matter the cost. He was going to be all hers tonight.

A broad grin stretched over his face, as he broke eye contact, and a whole body tremor washed over her. The man was hers. He walked to the back of the stage after pulling his pants back up and refastening them, "Can we start the bidding at $200?" asked the announcer.

A flurry of fast and hard bidding passed over her as the totals quickly reached $600, "Do I hear $700?" came the announcer before Evelyn could even speak. The woman that had been furiously battling the others shot her hand up..

"$900!" she screamed on impulse, Nick turned and looked at her with eyebrows raised. She certainly hadn't intended to spend quite so much tonight, but she deserved this she had to do something to break out of the cycle she found herself trapped in this should be the perfect remedy.

As Evelyn looked around the room, she saw the woman that had battled the others glaring at her with such malice, ice formed in her stomach for just a moment. She quickly realized the absurdity of the thoughts, and turned back to the auctioneer.

"Do I hear anymore bids? Going once, twice, Sold!" and he slammed down the gavel on the podium.

"Oh. My. God! I can't believe you just did that Evelyn! Way to break out of your shell! Have fun with him," Natalie bounced in her seat.

Her prize approached the table like a panther on the prowl, a tingle of anticipation traveled up her spine and then danced down her arms, "I'll pick you up here at 9pm for our date, I look forward to it," he grinned, showing her his big white smile and dimples again. Then he turned and walked away, her eyes locked on the powerful flex of the naked muscles of his back, and she felt dizzy with excitement.

"Damn, that guy makes my guy look like a scrawny kid in comparison. Congratulations, you won big, girl," Natalie beamed.

Only when Nick disappeared behind the stage, Evelyn was able to speak, "I'll probably be hard pressed to keep from drooling over him during dinner." She turned to Natalie and grinned, "It must be our lucky night, we both scored the hottest men here."

"Damn straight. Crap, still forty minutes to go!" sighed Natalie, now looking very bored.

"And you're the one that wanted to come and watch," chuckled Evelyn.

"I know but I'm so hot right now I feel like I could burn up in flames," she said over the announcer's voice.

"Just enjoy the view and we'll be done soon enough. I'm anxious too. I hope Nick is worth the $900 I spent, but it's for charity right, so it's worth the cost."

"Eve, the man has a perfect body. His voice gave you goose bumps. Yes, I saw your arm... he likes horseback riding, of course he's going to be worth every penny."

"I suppose you're right. I don't doubt Christian and you, will end up getting hot and sweaty after dinner," Evelyn smirking deviously, knowing her friend all too well.

They watched for a few more minutes as another man was bid on. "Thanks, now that I have my catch, it doesn't seem like these guys are even that good looking," Natalie looked bored.

"That's because they've probably already gone through the hottest guys." She nodded towards the stage.

# # #

Nicola sat in the dark corner, seething. She'd come to the auction for two reasons. The first was to support her coworkers and the charity. The second was so she could bid on her dream man, Nick. She'd worked with him since he started three years ago, and they flirted daily, talking, laughing and having a good time. Nicola knew he liked her and wanted her to bid on him. He was the one who asked her to come tonight. She expected to win Nick and have dinner with him, hoping to finish the evening off with a bang.

What Nicola didn't count on was that bitch at the corner table who won Nick. She was furious that someone dared to bid on her man. Nick was hers. He belonged to her. She knew he was attracted to her, all he needed was the right situation to admit to those feelings NOTHING was going to keep them apart.

# # #

The last half an hour passed quickly, as they giggled over the remaining bachelors taking their turn on stage.

"God, that last guy was so cocky," Natalie laughed.

"He's bitten off more than he can chew there. That woman is going to eat him for dinner. She's a Domme, and she'll have him handcuffed to her bed if he doesn't watch out."

"How do you know that?" Natalie turned to face Evelyn, looking puzzled.

"I'm a massage therapist, and I've worked with and talked to a lot of people. I've learned a few things about them over the years, I get all kinds of people coming to me. I just know Christian is just right for you. You're gonna have a lot of fun, and here he comes like sex on legs," she said.

Christian approached with a broad grin. His short black hair combed back and gelled. He wore a dark blue silk dress shirt and a tight pair of form-fitting dark colored jeans. "Ready to go?" he asked, extending his hand towards Natalie.

"Go have some fun, I'll talk to you tomorrow when we go out for lunch," Evelyn said.

They quickly made haste for the exit. Evelyn looked around, watching the firefighters all dressed up, escorting their dates away from their tables. When she spotted Nick approaching her, she just about fainted. His short dark brown hair had been straightened and stiffened with gel. His smile and dimples made her chest flutter again..

He wore a grey suit jacket, which was accompanied by a steel grey and black stripped dress shirt, with tight almost painted on black jeans. He really was swoon worthy, Evelyn thought as he approached her, he reached into his jacket and extracted something. Her eyes widened as the biggest looking red rose she had ever seen made an appearance. The multi-layered petals and the beautiful fragrant scent reached her senses, she loved the smell of roses, they were so exquisite.

"A beautiful rose, for a beautiful lady, what's your name?" he said as he reached her.

"Thank you Nick, you didn't have to do that, it's lovely, my name is Evelyn." she said, blushing.

Nick grinned and said, "Nice to meet you Evelyn, we're going to an Italian restaurant, I hope you like pasta."

"My favorite food, especially Fettuccini Alfredo," she said grinning.

"Perfect, my favorite restaurant has the best Alfredo sauce around," he said.

She walked behind him as he led her outside. She licked her lips as she watched the flex of his ass and thighs while he strutted towards the exit.

"It's not far from here. I know the owner, so we can get seated quickly," Nick said as walked towards his car. While walking, she had a fantasy of shoving him against the door of the car, yanking his pants and boxers down, and devouring his big cock with her mouth. She shivered at the thought as hot flushes shot over her body.

When they reached the car, he unlocked her door and opened it for her. He was a real gentleman too, she thought. So unlike that pig of an ex she had. She sat down on the seat and clipped her safety belt into place.

Nick took his time to walk around to the driver's side in order to take a deep calming breath. He needed to control himself before sitting down next to this goddess, it had been the last thing he had expected going into the auction tonight, he didn't expect to be so attracted to his date. Good thing he had his jacket on or he'd be more embarrassed then he already was, with just a look, she had him hard as stone.

He opened his door and slid into his seat, careful to drape the edges of his jacket over the large bulge in his pants before shutting the door.

They drove towards the restaurant in a sexually charged silence. Normally she would have talked about everything and anything with the man next to her, but the heated tension between them stayed her tongue. She didn't want to do anything to risk her chances with him.

With the stiffness of his shoulders and the way his hands clenched the steering wheel, she knew he was feeling exactly the same way, making her grin. She looked down at the jacket pulled over his lap in an attempt to cover the bulge in his tight pants, when another fantasy came over her, reaching over him and pushing his jacket out of the way then pulling his cock from his pants and stroke and tease him until he came while he struggled to concentrate on driving.

Another hot flush passed over her at the tantalizing thought, she wasn't normally like this, but the atmosphere around her was charged with sexual tension tonight, making her itchy and anxious to get it over with, there was no doubt what she would be doing later, she could feel it. The car rolled to a stop as Nick pulled into a parking space out front of a restaurant. He quickly got out and walked around to her side, opening the door for her. She grinned at him and said, "It's nice to see chivalry isn't dead."

He smiled warmly and took her hand, escorting her to the entrance of the restaurant, "Hey Nick! Regular table?" greeted the host.

"Not tonight Paul, I have a beautiful woman with me," he said, winking at Evelyn.

"Come right this way. I have the perfect seats for you," said Paul. He directed them through the busy restaurant, until they came to an out-of-the-way portion of the restaurant, filled with only a few tables, and separated by a thick curtain. Only one other couple sat in this area.

"We just set up this area a few nights ago, it's our private dining area. You'll find the menus on the table, and a waiter will be with you shortly to get your order. Have a pleasant evening," said Paul as he left the room.

Before she could sit down, Nick pulled out the Evelyn's chair. He was certainly a gentleman, a keeper that was for sure, and she chastised herself for having such naughty thoughts earlier. In her mind, such a refined man wouldn't look at somebody like her as a long-term partner, especially not after she paid practically a fortune for this dinner date.

As Nick took his seat she said, "He was exceptionally friendly with you."

"My father owns the restaurant, it pays to be friendly to the boss' son," said Nick with another grin.

"So this is what you meant when you said you 'know' the owner," said Evelyn.

"Yeah, my father started as a waiter and worked his way up to manager, and then he bought the place when the old owner retired. I have to say, the food here is fantastic, and I'm not just saying that because I'm the owner's son. It's really good."

The thick sexual tension that vibrated through them just a few minutes earlier in the car, lessened slightly, but every time he flashed that gorgeous smile at her, a hot flush passed through her. She would do this without embarrassing herself. She would compose herself and act as normal as she possibly could.

Evelyn picked up her menu and looked through it. When she looked at the cost of all the dishes, she almost fainted. She'd already gone into debt when she bid on Nick, and now she would have to pay more for dinner. Before she could get herself into a funk, she took a deep breath and realized she could handle another sixty dollars for dinner.

"So what do you do for a living?" he inquired, rousing her from her financial introspection.

"I'm a massage therapist. Although, I joke with my friends that I am also sometimes a psychologist with my patients, since some of the clients bring in all their baggage, and tell me their problems while I work on their muscle tension. I guess there's nothing for them to do really but to talk. It can get a bit frustrating though."

"How is that?"

"I don't really need to know that their boyfriend dumped them. Or that their neighbor irritates them. I'm a masseuse not a shrink, I have no idea what gives people the impression that I can help them with those sorts of issues," she said then clamped her mouth shut. He probably thought she was a chatterbox now with her rambling the way she did.

She almost sighed again as he flashed his killer grin and said, "Sounds pretty challenging. Sometimes dealing with people in a professional manner can be very challenging. I know in my job, dealing with the victim can be more... trying than putting out the fire."

Before she could answer, the waiter stepped up to the table and said, "Are you ready to order?"

"Yes," Nick answered and turned to Evelyn.

"I'd like the Fettuccine Alfredo with chicken, please."

"I'll have my usual, thanks."

"Yes, Sir," the waiter nodded as he stepped back away from the table, taking their menus with him.

"You'll love it. I've tried it a few times. But I like the meatballs best."

"How often do you come here?" she asked.

"Every week, I like to visit my father. He needs a bit of company since my mother passed away a few years ago. She developed a malignant brain tumor, and the doctors couldn't do anything to help her. It almost killed me to see my parents suffer like that." If he could have, he would have kicked himself. He had only ever shared his private pain with his fire unit and only after months of them prodding him with questions.

"That's very sad, though I'm glad you have such a close relationship with your father." Evelyn smiled sweetly at him.

"Thanks, so what made you go into massage therapy?"

"I like helping people. Most of my clients are construction workers or emergency personnel, but I enjoy helping the patients with chronic pain issues the most. It's the sense of helping them feel better from daily tension and stress. What about you? What made you decide to become a firefighter?"




The Obsession Ch. 01



"One thing I love about being a fireman is I get this wicked adrenaline rush when I'm heading into an intense situation. Rescuing people that could have possibly died without my assistance generates an indescribable peaceful feeling inside of me. Knowing that I've saved someone's life...it's too precious; it can't be regained if it's lost unlike most possessions."

She smiled at him as she listened to his passionate declarations about the job he clearly loved doing.

"It's also just about being there, supporting the victims. They're scared and sometimes trapped in a situation they can't get out of, and it's in those cases, when just holding their hand and giving them that life line gives me a special feeling."

If she didn't watch herself, she could fall in love with this man, which would be highly impractical. He lived for the thrill and excitement of his job. Her relatively tame and mundane existence couldn't possibly hope to hold his interest. She decided to make every single bit of their time together last because she knew this could possibly be a one time deal.

They made some small talk and discussed their hobbies until the waiter returned with their dinner plates, and they silently devoured their meals. After she had finished, Evelyn placed her fork on the plate and leaned back into her chair. "That was certainly the best pasta I've ever had."

Nick grinned at her, his eyes almost searing into her. "I'll have to tell Dad that. That was his special recipe."

She stifled a groan, heat flushed through her as his eyes locked on her Nick picked up the napkin and wiped the sauce from his lips and dropped it back on the table. "Do you want to leave?" he asked with a slight hint of huskiness in his voice then reaches over and rubs the corner of her lips brushing the sauce off.

Electric tingles ran through her like static from his touch, she was going to have this man tonight, she didn't care, and she was for once was taking a risk. Hoping not to regret it, she said as sexily as possible, "Sure, where do you want to go?" This was it, it was up to him now to decide if he wanted her or not.

Heat crawled over his body at her words. "I was thinking your place. We could have a drink or something."

"Sounds nice," she said..

"Did you drive here tonight?" he asked.

"No, my friend did."

As they passed the front counter, Nick leaned over it and said, "Paul, add the dinner to my tab, I'll pay next time I come to visit Dad."

"Sure thing Nick, have a nice night."

He took her hand in his, led her outside to the car and opened her door for her. She slipped inside the car and buckled up.

Once Nick sat down in the driver's seat, the sexual tension between them snapped and bubbled, almost reaching a boiling point. She resisted the urge to reach over and kiss him. If she did that now, she knew what would happen.

Nick stifled a groan as a fiery hot look from Evelyn set him hard as granite again. He pushed his jacket over the thick bulge and started the car. They drove towards her apartment in anticipated silence, which was only broken by her directions. He was crawling out of his skin, and didn't know what he'd do if she rejected him now. She was a classy lady, the opposite of what he expected his date to be for the night.

Soon they pulled into the apartment garage. The sexual heat was almost unbearable around them. Nick quickly got her out of the car and took her hand while shoving her door shut. Tension strained his body as he resisted the urge to throw her against the car hood and ravish her.

Somehow she doubted that they would even get to her bedroom before they were all over each other. She opened the door and let Nick lead her inside the lobby. "Which apartment number are you?"

"One oh seven," she whispered, her voice already breathy with anticipation. Somehow she managed to think how she had always thought her apartment number was a sign of good luck. Maybe that luck was finally paying off tonight. 



The Obsession Ch. 01



Cassie waited worriedly as a rain-soaked Mr. Epson made his way across the street and into the safety and dryness of the dimly lit lobby of his building as the storm thundered around him. Her landlord was a tall, slim, proud man in his late sixties. Even in his current soggy and disheveled state, one could clearly see that in his youth, he was extraordinarily attractive. He sported a thick, full head of snow white hair, warm brown eyes and a youthful spring to his step. One would think a man such as himself would be a pompous, and arrogant; but he was a kind and honest man. The years had been kind to him, because he had been kind to all who had crossed his path. And true to his word, he had arrived on time to deliver the documents Cassie so desperately needed. 

"Oh no, no! Get back inside, sweetheart." 

Requested Mr. Epson as he motioned a 'back inside' signal to Cassie who attempted to open the door for him and possibly assist with the toolbox, file folders and grocery bag he carried. But he would have none of it. 

"Don't you hear that thunder outside? And it's raining sideways!" 

Cassie smiled warmly. 

"And I know you hate getting those pretty hairdo's of yours all messed up." He added. 

She always appreciated the way Mr. Epson spoke to her in a fatherly way. 

Voluptuous and toned, she was quite an attractive woman and had known her fair share of lecherous elders- both male and female. But ever helpful and supportive, Mr. Epson had braved the year's worst storm yet knowing that Cassie desperately needed the certificate of occupancy and proof of residence documents as they were crucial in wining partial custody of her daughter; and he desperately needed her to assist him by doing a task, as he would explain. She thanked him sincerely as he handed her the slightly damp, plastic folder containing the items she had requested only yesterday afternoon. 

"I hate that you rushed over like this, I told you I have two weeks to get them to the lawyer-" 

"Hush, hush" interrupted Mr. Epson, dismissing Cassie's concern. "You need to get that little one ASAP. Daughters need their mothers." He smiled warmly. "Besides, I have a request. See the horns under my halo?" 

Cassie chuckled as he pointed to this imaginary horns. 

"Remember that new tenant I told you about?" Cassie nodded. 

"Some bigwig, right? Doctor or something?" 

"Psychiatrist. Yes." 

"Uggh..." Cassie groaned in disapproval. 

"Well in that case, you're going to love this part..." 

"Go on." Said Cassie, apprehensively. 

"I need you to show him into the building, set him up with his keys, help him settle in; yada yada." 

Cassie rolled her eyes but smiled, defeated. There was no way she could refuse a rare request from Mr. Epson. 

"So... you're so thrilled to have this shrink move in that you are pawning him off on me for the afternoon?" She teased. 

"Free therapy?" Mr. Epson suggested and chuckled as he shrugged, knowing that the thought of someone trying to pick apart her head was the very reason she was apprehensive. 

"I know I'm being a pain in the butt. But I wouldn't ask if I didn't need you sweetheart." 

There was something in the way he said that last sentence that worried Cassie. He always took his duties as a landlord quite seriously, and the only reason he would ask her to take on his job was one she dreaded to ask about. Sensing her concern, he volunteered the information before she had to muster the courage to ask. 

"They found another mass. I didn't want to tell anyone until we knew for sure; but..." 

Cassie tried to hide her fear and hurt she felt for him, but it was evident. 

"How does she feel? I mean, is she-" 

"She's fine, she's fine. At least for the time being. You know my Angie is a fighter." 

Mr. Epson's wife was indeed a fighter. Sweet but fierce, she was a firecracker of a lady. Even after losing both breasts to cancer, she glowed and reveled in her victory over the disease. But now it had returned. 

Cassie cleared the lump in her throat. 

"I'll do anything to help you both. You know that." 

"I know, Sweets. And I appreciate it. I know they give you deadlines for those short story books you write..." He smiled knowingly. 

He loved that he could so easily make her blush as a father would. He was also proud of her for using her craft to support herself. Normally he would have taken the time to exchange some light ribbing, but as he checked the time on his impressive watch, he realized that he really needed to go. 

"I'm sorry Sweets, but I really-" 

"I know, I know. You get her to that oncologist, and tell her I'll be crossing my fingers and keeping her in my thoughts." Mr. Epson handed Cassie the keys for the new tenant and the soggy grocery bag, said his goodbye and left hastily. 

Cassie reached into the grocery bag and removed a fruit basket with a welcoming card attached. 

"Great. I hope he doesn't think I had anything to do with this... like I don't have enough pervys sniffing around me." 

Cassie had gone upstairs to grab her umbrella and was on her way back into the foyer when she noticed the taxi pulling up across the street. She braced herself for the egotistical windbag that would most likely step out. She had grabbed the umbrella only as a precaution. She had no intention of actually going out into the storm for this "Frasier". 

"Well, let's see what the wind blows in." She mumbled to herself as she watched the backdoor to the taxi open. 

A rather large brown leather shoe covered foot stepped out of the taxi, followed by the longest legs she had seen in quite a while. He had yet to straighten out, as he still had a rather large duffel bag to retrieve from the backseat; but he already appeared to tower over the cab driver who grabbed his passenger's suitcase out of the trunk. The shrink was a long, thick, oak tree of a man. Sturdy and broad shouldered. Cassie studied him as he smoothed his shaggy, wet hair out of his face and slung his bag over his shoulder. Thoughts of battle worn vikings invaded her head as she realized he must have stood at about 6'4 and weighed at least two hundred pounds. She shook herself out of her daze and stepped out to open her umbrella. 

"Alright big boy, you got my attention. Now let's see how old and or ugly you are." She uttered as she made her way across the street to the bewildered giant. 

"It's over here." 

Cassie called out, pointing to the gray stone building behind her. He turned just as she stepped onto the sidewalk and they stood facing each other. As Cassie took in the tall man's distinct features- his sharp jawline coupled with his cleft chin, his even sharper, high cheekbones, his slightly pointed, strong-bridged nose and his piercing, sapphire eyes; she noticed something else. 

"You're a blonde." She said, seemingly unimpressed. 

"Oh... um... yes." He nervously uttered, a bit flustered by her assessment. 

"Is that going to be a problem?" He asked shyly, but playfully. He smiled, treating Cassie to a view of his white, slightly imperfect teeth. 

"And you're a vampire." 

"Umm... n- no. It's... m-my permanent incisors grew in before my deciduous teeth fell out-" 

"Relax. Fanged blondes are welcomed here. Swedes too." She placed her umbrella over the therapist as a friendly gesture. He smiled and crouched down, knowing their height difference would make it quite a task. 

"Actually, I'm from Denmark." He politely corrected. He hadn't realized how close he had brought their faces as he stooped down to fit under the umbrella. He could feel her warm breath against his face, which made him blush. She was breathing quite fast for someone who had just strolled over. 

'She must be afraid of me.' he thought to himself. 

Before he could back up to allow her some personal space, she extended her hand. 

"I'm Cassie. One of your neighbors. Mr. Epson couldn't be here so-" 

"Hey, I love a good rainstorm and all; but I've got a job to do." The cab driver called out to him, waiting for his fare. 

After the driver was paid, the soggy duo made their way across the street and into the warmth and dryness of the lobby. 

"You sure you don't need any help with that?" Cassie asked, pointing to the suitcase. 

"No. Thank you for offering, though." He said warmly. 

"So, you've got yourself a third floor move, eh?" Asked Cassie as she rang for the elevator. 

"It's on the third floor?" 

"You don't know what floor you're moving to?" 

"No." He chuckled embarrassingly. "My assistant picked out the apartment online." 

"You must really trust your assistant." 

"I've never met her, actually. She was just assigned to me by the university, but she seems quite pleasant over the phone." 

There was a pause in the conversation as Cassie checked her phone for messages and he took the opportunity to study his new neighbor. She wasn't the friendliest woman, but she did have quite a sense of humor. 

Her thick, brown wavy hair was pinned up into two fifties styled french buns, leaving a few coiled tendrils hanging against her deep brown skin. He couldn't quite describe her skin tone; a chocolaty-caramel with almost a hint of cinnamon. While she was distracted by her phone, he studied her face. She had large, full lips and dark, almond shaped eyes atop her high cheekbones. Her black cardigan had worked its way off of her shoulder revealing her gray cami top, enticing him to gaze further. From the side view he was afforded of her, he could tell that her breasts were rather large. In fact- all of her curves were. Her leggings displayed very well toned, athletic legs which led up to an almost impossibly large, round bottom. He realized he was gawking, so he shook his gaze off of her, only to be drawn once again to her buttocks. 

"Are you a runner?" He asked, but before she could answer, the elevator door opened. 

"It's an old elevator, it takes forever, but it's never broken down in the 4 years that I've lived here. Glad I never have to wait for it though." 

They stepped inside. 

"And no, Doc. I'm not a runner." 

"Oh- forgive my manners. I never introduced myself; my name is Magnus. Magnus Bjornssen." 

"Wow. That's about as Scandinavian as it gets." 

Magnus chucked nervously, he wasn't sure if Cassie was impressed or disgusted; as her voice showed little to no emotion. 

"Yah. I suppose you have a point." he chided. 

Cassie led Magnus to his apartment and unlocked the door. She showed him the light switches, bathroom, living room, kitchen and bedroom of the empty, unfurnished space. 

"Doesn't look like much, but I'm sure it will come together once you've unpacked all your fancy stuff. Where is your stuff, anyway? That can't be all you have." She said, pointing to the duffle bag and suitcase. 

"Well, I was offered this job on short notice and I was under the impression that the apartment was furnished." 

"Looks like your assistant goofed. Mr. Epson doesn't rent furnished apartments." 

"I guess so." Magnus agreed, realizing his dilemma. But he found it hard to process the situation, as he was transfixed by Cassie's feminine beauty. The chilly autumn air had turned her nipples into little pebbles. 'She is so enticingly feminine. So exotic...' he thought to himself as realized his half arousal dangerously close to presenting itself. 

"Well, that's that. Rents due on the 5th of each month, no vicious pets and if you want to order take out, you better hurry because the pizza place down the block closes early on Sundays. Oh, and here's Mr. Epson's number." She handed him a very worn business card from her wallet. 

"You need anything, call him. Tomorrow though. He's busy today. So give him a break. Well, see ya. Gotta go down to my comfy, warm, furnished apartment." 

And with those last words, she stepped out of his apartment and made her way down the staircase. 

Magnus helped himself to the only luxury his empty apartment could afford him- a hot shower. He stripped his white dress shirt and slacks off and and stepped into the claw-footed bathtub and pulled the shower curtain. He noted the fine detail of the antique bathtub with its beautifully crafted high back design. The shower head was the old fashioned, hand held type with an extra long hose. The sturdy shower curtain bar hung over the tub, suspended by inconspicuous ceiling and wall mounts giving the impression of an iron halo. He could smell the fresh vinyl of the brand new shower curtain. Whoever owned this building put great care into its maintenance. He groaned as he passed the steaming shower head over his body and reveled at how lucky he was to finally have a bathroom with not only a bathtub that he could actually fit in, but a hand held shower head he didn't have to purchase and install because the standard shower was too low for him to get under. 

As Magnus watched the last bit of suds wash off his long muscular body, he found his thoughts drifting to Cassie. 

"Not much of a welcoming committee." He chuckled to himself. 

But she was quite a beauty though. As he recalled the endless valley of curves that made up her toned body, he felt the blood rushing to his manhood. 

"At røv..." 

He tilted his head backwards as he began to gently stroke himself while he imagined peeling off those tight spandex pants. But he found it difficult to focus on his fantasy as his thoughts came crashing back to reality with her standing there swiping through her phone, completely unconcerned with exchanging pleasantries, conversation or even eye contact. 

It was usually so easy for him to read people. After all, his profession was based off of that ability. So why did he find it so difficult to tell whether her comments were in completely in jest, or meant as a sign of how annoyed she was by his presence? 

He realized he had lost his erection. He wasn't a vain or pompous man, which is why he found himself far more unnerved at the fact that her indifference bothered him, than her actual indifference. 

He stepped out of the shower a bit annoyed with himself. 

Masturbating to the image of an attractive individual was completely healthy. But not being able to masturbate due to a hurt ego because of an inflated sense of entitlement was not. Or maybe he just needed sleep. Real sleep, and not some constantly interrupted dozing on and off on an airplane. He put on a pair of underwear and a tank top, spread a few beach towels from his duffle bag on the floor of the bedroom and laid down. Before he knew it, he was out like a light. 

The "Low Battery" chime on Magnus' phone woke him up. 

He was relieved to hear the rain had stopped, but surprised to see that it was now dark out. According to his dying phone, it was now 7:55. He must have been more fatigued than he thought. He felt well rested now, but his stomached screamed for sustenance. He hadn't eaten since early morning before he left California. He scrambled up and went over to his duffel bag and searched through it. 

"Shit!" 

He walked over to his suitcase and searched frantically. 

"For pokker!" 

Had he really spent nearly five hours in his new, empty apartment before he realized that somewhere between the airport and the taxi, he had lost his phone charger? He sighed angrily. Of course he had. 

He dreaded his only option. 

If he knocked on her door, would she curse him out? Simply not answer? 

He had no other choice. He pulled on a pair of clean slacks and fixed his messy, ear length hair in the bathroom mirror. As he did, he looked at his white tank top and realized that perhaps a proper shirt was in order. He took out a dress shirt and put it on. He looked in the mirror again. Now he felt far too overdressed. He wasn't exactly high fashion, but he didn't want her to think he was some prudish stuffed shirt either. He unbuttoned his collar and rolled his sleeves up. 

Now it was time to get to the business of hunting down his not-so-welcoming one woman welcoming committee. 

He took the stairs down to the first floor and was completely overwhelmed by the most delicious aroma he had ever smelled. Notes of garlic, herbs and an array of exotic spices graced his nostrils. But he had to ignore the mouth-watering scent to carry on with the task at hand. He realized there were only three apartments to choose from. 

'Okay this shouldn't be too hard' he thought to himself. 

He rang the first doorbell. No answer. He wasn't sure if the doorbell worked, so he balled his fist to knock but before his fist hit the door, it opened to reveal a very bewildered Korean man in his 50's or 60's. Magnus realized the older man was staring directly up at his fist which was still up in the 'knocking' position. He quickly dropped his hand to his side, then raised it once again to a wave in a friendly manner. 

"Hello Sir, I'm very sorry for intruding. I was hoping this was a young woman's apartment." 

The man looked at him with a raised brow which made Magnus realize just how suspicious he must have seemed to this man. 

"Um- she... the landlord left Cassie in charge of my keys, you see I just moved in and-" 

"Ah, Cassia." Said the older man before stepping out of his apartment to point over to the opposite side of the elevator. 

"This one." He directed Magnus. 

"Thank you." Before Magnus could exchange anymore pleasantries the man retreated back into his apartment and shut the door. 

Magnus wasn't sure if the man understood who he was looking for, but it sounded like he said something close to "Cassie", so he figured perhaps he just had a strong accent. 

'Oh well.' 

He made his way over to the door and knocked. Nothing. 

He knocked again. 

"What?" A familiar deadpan voice answered from behind the door. 

"I-it's-" 

"What do you want, Dane?" 

Magnus smiled nervously to himself. 

"Well, it's a funny story. You see, I just realized that I have lost my phone charger and the battery is at..." 

He checked his phone. 

"It's dead, actually. So... I have no phone. And I'm extremely hungry, and I will need to contact my colleagues eventually and-" 

Cassie opened the door and handed Magnus a fruit basket. She was wearing a short pink night gown with black spaghetti straps, speckled with little black stars. Her thick, wavy hair was loose and fell to her shoulders. 

"It's from Mr. Epson. I was going to eat it tomorrow for breakfast but I figure it's yours anyway, so here. Here's your fruit basket that you don't deserve, but was gifted to you anyway, because of your fancy job." 

"Thank... you?" Said Magnus as he took the basket. He then realized the amazing aroma was coming from her house. Before he could say anything else she was already closing her door. 

"Wait!" Magnus managed to place his hand onto the door before she could completely close it. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Said Cassie calmly as she glared at the large hand holding her door open. 

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so persistent-" 

"Then why are you?" 

"If I could just borrow a phone charger, I promise I'll bring it back." 

Cassie looked at Magnus with absolutely no readable expression for a few seconds. 

"Give me your phone." 

Magnus handed her his dead phone and she walked off, leaving him with his other hand still holding her door. He slowly pushed the door open to peer inside. Cassie had walked over to a coffee table in her living room and was now looking through the small drawer for what he hoped was a charger. 

"I have to pay for my heat, you know." Said Cassie without looking up, as she tried the ends of a universal charger until she found the plug that fit. 

Magnus cautiously stepped inside Cassie's apartment and inhaled deeply. 

"May I ask what kind of food you are cooking? Indian? Spanish?" 




The Obsession Ch. 01



She walked over to the wall and plugged his phone in. 

"African?" He asked, still pondering. 

"All of the above. It's Caribbean." 

"Oh, I see. Are you as well? Caribbean, that is?" 

"Yyyup." She answered plainly before going into the kitchen. 

His curiosity got the best of him, and he cautiously followed her. She lifted the glass cover to a medium sized pot and backed away as the steam escaped. It was heavenly. 

"What are you cooking?" 

"Rice and beans, curry seafood, greens and garlic naan." 

He peered into the pot and saw dazzling reddish-yellow rice dotted with red beans and olives. Suddenly he was reminded of how painfully famished he was. Magnus had an extremely high metabolism and as a result, was almost always hungry. Normally around this time in the evening, he had already eaten five meals. Today he'd only eaten one and was dreading the dizziness and headache that would sure follow if he spent another hour without food. 

"I really am truly grateful to you for charging my phone. I can't wait to order some dinner. What did you say the name of the take-out restaurant was?" 

"Gusto's. And they're closed." 

"Oh no." 

"Oh yes." She replied, covering the pot. "There's only one pizza place around here and they close early on Sundays." 

"Anywhere else?" 

"New China Wok. But they don't even open on Sundays." She observed his disappointment. "Can't say I didn't warn you. At least you've got the basket." 

Magnus lifted the basket and looked into the blue cellophane. 

"This isn't a very substantial meal." 

Cassie looked up at Magus. "I suppose now you expect me to feed you?" 

"No, no. I was just thinking out loud. I don't want to take up anymore of your time Perhaps I can take the charger upstairs and bring it back to you when I'm done?" 

"So you can lose this charger too? I don't think so." 

"I-" 

Before Magnus could protest, Cassie walked off into the bathroom, and shut the door. 

Magnus waited nervously. A few minutes later she walked out. 

"Where's your wife?" She asked. 

"We... were divorced three years ago-" 

"When your phone is charged, you can take it upstairs. Now get out of my kitchen." 

Magnus stared at her incredulously. Her tone remained neutral, but she was incredibly rude. Nevertheless, he turned and made his way back into the living room. 

"Keep going." 

He sighed and shook his head while he continued to the door. 

"Stop right there." Cassie leaned up against the wall and glanced over at the tall, broad shouldered, bewildered man. 

"What are you doing?" Asked a very confused and agitated Magnus. 

"Collecting my payment. Energy isn't free." 

"What do you-" 

"Take off your pants." 

He stared at her quizzically. "My pants?" 

"Yes. Those sexy little snug fitting black striped slacks you're wearing. Take them off." 

Magnus stood there for a moment in disbelief. 

'Who does she think she is? 

How can she be so forward? 

So callous? 

She isn't even smiling at me. 

Is it her goal to humiliate me? 

And why am I obeying her? 

For Kristus skyld my pants are already half off...' 

Magnus removed his shoes, then his pants. 

"Drop them." 

He hesitated for a moment but then allowed them to fall to the floor. 

Cassie walked forward until she was about five feet away from him. Her eyes traveled up his thick, lean, long legs until they reached his black jockeys. He was flaccid, but still incredibly visible under the form fitting cotton. 

"Take off your shirt." 

Their eyes met briefly as he steadily unbuttoned his blue pale dress shirt, then slipped it off; letting it fall to the floor beside his slacks. 

Cassie walked over to him and surveyed his wide chest. As she reached up to glide her hand over his tan skin, he flinched beneath her touch. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of his undershirt and slowly pulled it up to reveal his well defined abdomen. She stepped back to admire the view as she caressed the soft trail of golden hair until she reached the band of his underwear. 

"I didn't take you for the tanning bed type." She said, referring to his bronzed skin. 

"I was in California for the past two week-" 

Before he could finish his sentence, Cassie reached up on her tiptoes and hooked her hand behind his head. She then forcefully pulled his head to hers and viciously snaked her tongue into his mouth. 

He groaned as she kissed him hungrily, pausing every now and then to suck at his thin pink lips with her full, luscious ones. 

Her hand explored his large torso until it made it's way down to his underwear. 

"Mmm..." She moaned in approval as she wrapped her hand around a very thick, very long, very engorged phallus. Her kisses trailed down to his neck, where she began to lick, suck and nibble his flesh. She held eye contact with him for the first time as she slowly slid her tongue from his navel, back up to his chest while she caressed his pulsing cock. 

He looked down at the beautiful face and curvaceous body of the little wild-haired, brown-skinned woman that was driving him completely mad with desire but had to quickly turn his head and close his eyes; lest he ejaculated in her tiny hand at the very sight of her. 

She laughed wickedly. 

'Does she know how close I was to coming?' 

She got down on to her knees and arched her back and pulled the short gown up to reveal a her black thong. 

'She knows exactly what she's doing.' 

She licked the length of his shaft which lay against his thigh; still pinned by the fabric of his boxer briefs. She slowly pulled his underwear down to his ankles, allowing his erection to bounce forward. She wrapped her hands around his girth and pressed her soft lips to his head. Seeing her on her knees, with that perfectly round bottom peeking out from under her nighty like that was almost too much to behold. He was relieved when she stood up and released his penis, as he wasn't too sure she would have appreciated a mouthful of his semen; had she wrapped those gorgeous lips around his cock. 

Cassie slipped out of her gown and stepped towards Magnus. He marveled at her body. She was a perfect hourglass. Large, round and surprisingly perky chocolate tipped breasts pointed up at him, begging to be sucked. He bent down to oblige, but was quickly pushed back. 

Puzzled, he looked at her but quickly realized her intentions as she placed her hands on his massive shoulders and pushed down. She wasn't strong enough to move him, but he got the point. 

"I see." He said with a smile, as he fell to his knees. She peeled off her thong and he immediately smelled her arousal. She was incredibly fragrant and almost completely shaven with a tiny tuft of dark, curly hair above her lips. 

He leaned forward and nuzzled her soft hairs. 

She groaned impatiently and braced herself on one leg while she draped the other over his shoulder, and pulled his head into her. 

"Mmm..." 

She was so. Incredibly. Wet. 

He savored her sweet nectar as it ran into and past his mouth, onto his chin. He became ravenous as he wrapped his hands around her tiny waist, furiously licking and sucking at her swollen, pink clit. He slid his fingers between her lips and into her tight opening. He could barely squeeze two fingers inside of her, but he finally made his way inside and began to explore her tight, velvety walls. 

"So very tight." 

He whispered gently before returning to his relentless licking. 

As his tongue massaged her clitoris and his fingers played inside her, he realized she had grown very quiet. 

' 

Have I lost my touch?' 

He pondered until he felt her body begin to violently shake. 

"Oh god!" 

Cassie moaned loudly and her pussy clamped down on Magnus' fingers as she felt the most intense orgasm she had felt in a long time surge through her body. He reached up to both brace her, and grip her large, round bottom as she grinded and moaned on his mouth. 

A few moments passed and she looked down and realized how tightly she was holding a fistful of his golden hair. She was surprised he didn't scream out in pain. Without releasing her grip, she pulled upward, and he obediently followed until he reached her waiting lips. 

She kissed him. Passionately. 

She released his hair and gently caressed his damp, stubble-covered, handsome face. She pulled him close, tenderly embracing him as she made love to his glistening mouth with hers. This kiss was so completely different from the first. 

'This is the kind of kiss a woman gives a man after she agrees to marry him... 

One a husband would expect after he hasn't seen his wife in months... 

The kind of kiss that could have saved my marriage...' 

Magnus thought to himself as she tenderly ran her hands over his back. 

But the tender moment came to an abrupt end when she grabbed his hair once again and pulled his head to the side. She then slid her tongue along his neck until she hit his ear, and paused to nibble his lobe. 

"You sexy fucking viking." 

She snarled into his ear before pushing him backwards, towards her couch. 

Magnus allowed her to guide him backwards onto the couch, as she could have never physically moved him without his obedience. 

"You look like a fucking angel." 

Cassie purred to him as looked down at his innocent, sapphire eyes. 

"Am I a viking, or an angel?" He inquired with a smile. 

"Both." Cassie answered as she mounted him. 

She had barely lowered herself when she felt the large head of his penis kissing her opening. She rocked gently, allowing him to slowly enter her. She was still dripping wet, but so incredibly tight that taking his length proved to be a difficult task. 

'I really need to get laid more often' 

She thought to herself. 

She was midway down his shaft when he found himself moaning uncontrollably. 

She felt incredible. 

As she inched her way closer to the hilt of his cock, he reached around to cup her her bottom in his hands as she began to bounce rhythmically and quicken her pace. 

"Cassie... you feel so good... I don't know how long I'll be able to hold out." 

He whispered to her before he began to caress her body. 

He wrapped a hand around her breast and pushed her slightly backward in his arms and she arched her back, angling her nipple to his mouth. He licked and sucked at her chocolaty nipple before moving to the next. 

"Mmm... yes angel..." 

She gasped as she felt his scrotum grinding against her bottom. 

"Ah... Cassie..." 

He savored the feeling as his tip began to caress her cervix. 

Cassie had never felt so completely full in her life. She pulled his head into her neck as she bucked wildly. 

"Sink those gorgeous fucking fangs into me!" 

Magnus latched onto her neck, afraid of hurting her; but even more weary of disobeying her. 

"Ohh! Ahh—ah!" 

The feeling of his sharp teeth sent her over the edge and she climaxed, clamping down hard onto him. 

Magnus threw his head back in pleasure. 

"Cassie! I... I can't..." 

She held him tightly while grinding her contracting insides onto him as she felt him swell inside of her. 

"Cassie... I'm-" 

Once again he was interrupted by her thrashing tongue as he began to orgasm inside of her. She kissed him passionately as she felt his hot seed spray into her, causing her to climax again while he moaned into her mouth. 

"Oh... fuck... Magnus!" 

She screamed, much to his delight. It was the first time he had heard her say his name. She slowly rocked on top of him as the last few squirts of semen left his body. She rested her forehead against his while they both caught their breath. 

After she had rested for a few moments, she hopped off of him and disappeared into the kitchen. Magnus took the opportunity clean himself with his underwear. 

"Get dressed." 

Cassie called from the kitchen as he could hear her stirring the pots on her stove. 

He had forgotten all about the food. He hoped it hadn't burned. And that she was willing to share. He had just finished dressing as Cassie came out holding a plastic container packed with food. She unplugged his phone and placed it on top of the container. 

"Here." 

She handed him the food and the phone, which he took gratefully. But before he could thank her she walked over to the door and opened it. 

"Goodbye." She said, holding the door open. 

Hesitant and wounded, he walked out the door and before he could turn around, she closed and locked it. He stood there, holding the food and the phone. 

"Hvad fanden skete der?" 

He uttered before walking towards the elevator.



The Obsession Ch. 02



I didn't see Brian for three days after that first night. I was surprised at myself by how much I thought about him. Something had changed in me. I was excited every time the phone rang and smiled in anticipation every time I checked my e-mail. My heart jumped when I got a voice mail from him asking if I wanted to go out to dinner. I rushed home and called him back. I did my best to hide any excitement in my voice as he seemed to speak with me just the same way he always did.

I showered quickly then dug into my closet looking for some cute to wear. I thought about him telling me I was gorgeous and his friends wanting my number as I held up different outfits. I pressed a fun black dress up against myself and looked in the mirror. I saw that my hands were shaking with excitement. My own hands were shaking just to see my brother. I stared in the mirror. What the hell was I doing? I wanted to ask out loud. Why was I being like this? Sure we did something most people would question, but we still are just brother and sister...right? 

I took a deep breath. The dress was way too sexy for just a bite to eat. Besides, I reasoned, he sounded the same on the phone as he always did. I wonder if he forgot about the whole thing...or maybe he didn't want it to happen again. My heart sank. What if things are weird? What if he wants to meet at a restaurant, somewhere safe...to tell me he doesn't want me to come over anymore? I frowned at the thought. With my mood successfully deflated I grabbed some jeans and a tank top. I was just going to act like Michelle and I would expect him to just act like Brian.

I drove to the restaurant calmly and found him waiting for me in a booth. He looked happier than the other night. He wore a polo shirt and some khaki pants. When our eyes met he smiled all the way until I sat in front of him.

"Hey Brian," I said trying not to blush at his handsome face.

"Glad you could come," He said looking at the menu. "I thought you had drama or something tonight."

"Not anymore," I lied. Monday nights had been my reserved drama group night for months now. Funny how priorities can change.

We talked and ate just like we always did. I wondered the whole time if he would talk about Friday night but he never did. We joked and laughed and when he asked for the check I realized all my awkwardness was gone. Things were right back to normal.

He walked me to my car then stopped me before I got in. "So...um...do you want to come hang out at the dorm?" His manner was cutely nervous.

I looked at my watch. School started at 7 am the next morning and it was already 10. "I don't know Brian, I have some homework to take care of for tomorrow."

His face fell. "Oh...ok...that's fine. I guess its not Friday yet so..." He put his hands in his pockets.

Not Friday yet? My heart sped up a bit. My mind went blank and I couldn't think of what I had to do when I got home. "Well...I think I can come by for a little bit. I really don't want to rush back to homework really."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Shut up, of course I am sure," I said. "I will follow you back."

He nodded and jogged back to his car. He seemed so excited that I laughed out loud. My brother was adorable.

We drove back and found parking easily. I looked in my rearview mirror to check my make-up. This was fun. My heart was pounding and I felt my hands start to shake as I stepped out of the car.

Brian walked over to me and we went back to the dorm at a brisk walk. He seemed quiet and a little awkward as we walked. I made little jokes to ease the tension, but I had to admit, as we climbed the stairs toward his room I was pretty nervous too. He fumbled with his keys and finally got the door open. 

I stepped in and sat on his couch lazily. He flipped on the light, shut the door then walked over in front of me. I could see he was nervous and he stood in front of me with his hands in his pockets.

"Well," we both said at the same time. I noticed his crotch was bulging in his pants.

He followed my gaze toward his pants. He looked back at me and swallowed hard. His handsome face was so serious—almost asking me with out saying a word.

I bit my lip playfully and looked up at him. I could see he was starting to breathe faster. I took my hair and tied it back behind my head in a pony tail and looked from his pretty green eyes to his crotch. I thought about the soft skin of his penis and the large round tip in my mouth. Then the feeling of his shaft growing harder and harder and then the release of his warm, salty cum in my mouth. My knees trembled and my heart pounded. I continued to bite my lower lip and my mouth grew moist. I wanted to please his dick, I wanted it to need to be in my mouth as badly as my mouth needed it. I wanted to swallow his cum—a much cum as he could give me.

I reached forward and rubbed his crotch with my hand. I felt his hard shaft under his clothes and I rubbed it.

"Oh...Michelle," he murmured and shifted on his feet.

I took a deep breath and let lust start to take me over. I looked up at him intensely. "I want to suck your cock right now Brian." I gripped his dick through his pants firmly. I felt the need growing in my body. I wanted my big brother's cock in my mouth.

He fumbled with his fly and with my help as soon as his pants were unbuttoned, I yanked them and his boxers down to his ankles. His cock bounced up in front of my face—hard, rigid, red and swelling. Best of all I saw that he had cut most of his pubic hair back, making his penis look large and delicious. The mushroom tip was pink but growing red and swelling out. "Come here," I whispered to it, then grabbed the shaft and brought that wonderful swelling head to my mouth. 

I opened as wide as I could and took it in, enjoying every inch as he pressed it forward into my mouth. The large head pressed against the back of my mouth and I opened wider knowing there was still another inch until I had the whole thing in my mouth. I wanted all of it. I brought my head back slowly, sucking firmly the whole way and then opened wide to try to take the whole thing in. I went down as far as I could but his large head just banged against my mouth. I breathed out and pressed until I felt it start to push down my throat. My gag reflex fired and I choked for a second—pushing the dick back so I could breath.

"Oh shit..." he whispered. "Do that again." 

My heart jumped and I swallowed around his cock then pushed it in again. This time I knew it was coming so when it hit my throat I didn't pull it back. I felt myself gag and I tried to relax. His cock slid in my mouth further and suddenly my face pressed close to his skin and I knew I had the whole thing in my mouth. I gagged again and again until I couldn't take it and pulled it back out of my mouth. My mouth watered and his beautiful cock was dripping with my spit as it dangled in front of my face. 

Brian shivered. "That feels amazing." He said looking down at me. He put his hand on my head and ran his fingers through my hair.

I looked up at him lovingly, "Thank you for shaving." 

I slid my hand over his wet and hard cock stroking it quickly. I felt a hunger inside of me. My body was hot and my crotch was dripping wet. My hands were shaking as I put both of them on his shaft and stroked it. I stared at the hard tip and devoured it with my mouth. I rubbed his shaft and sucked the end of his dick furiously. I felt his hand on the back of my head pushing me so I opened up, let my hands go to the side and took it in. I felt like his cock had grown as it hit my throat before I could take it all in. I coughed against it but Brian pushed my head harder. I took a breath through my nose and relaxed my throat and it pressed in further.

"Oh..." Brian said in a half moan half grunt. 

His hard cock in my mouth twitched and I felt his balls against my chin. My eyes began to water and I tried to close my throat on his dick. I gagged and he groaned again. I pushed my head again against him. I wanted it...I wanted to please him. I pushed back against his hand until just the tip was in my mouth and then I took it all in again. My mouth watered around his hard cock as I went back and took it to my throat again and again. 

"Shit Michelle...shit..." he groaned. 

I looked up at him and let the dripping penis slip out of my mouth. I could see white drops on the tip and I quickly stuck my tongue out and licked them off.

He looked down at me and asked, "Are you ok? Your eyes are watering."

I sucked the end of his penis and stroked it with my hand. I let it slip out of my mouth and bounce in front of me. "Yes," I said full of lust. I felt like I was losing control. I stroked his dick and took it in my mouth again, pumping it quickly with my hands. I pressed the shaft up and sucked on his balls. He grabbed my hair and held me there as I took both in my mouth and sucked. I thought about his cum churning inside and I sucked them harder. I kept stroking his dick—it was so damp with my spit that I had trouble keeping my grip. I tried to swallow his balls. I stared at my wonderful brother lovingly and opened my mouth as wide as he could to suck his balls. He looked down at me so sensitively and put his hand on my cheek. Finally I let his ball sack out of my mouth. "Can you cum for me sweetie?" I asked him.

He nodded and took a deep breath.

"When you cum," I said then jammed his cock in my mouth vigorously, took it out and continued, "Push my head down on your cock like you have been trying to. Not the whole time—I can't do that the whole time. So when you start to cum, do it...I want all your cum down my throat."

He opened his beautiful eyes wide when after that. "I...I don't want you to choke." He was so sweet to me.

"I know sweetie," I replied then I sucked his cock firmly. I pumped it in my mouth and imagined his cum spraying all over me. I took it out and said, "I won't choke...I want this so bad, you have no idea...I will be ready for it."

He smiled at me and put his hands on both my cheeks then guided my head against his dick. I let him pull me back and push me forward on it at his pace. I licked and sucked as it went against my throat and all the way out. He started to pump my face faster and I gripped it with my mouth. I put one hand on his shaft to keep it from going to deep. He grunted and pumped my mouth faster. My tongue was going numb from his dickhead rubbing against it so fast.

Suddenly he yanked me to my feet by my cheeks then he walked me over until my back was against the wall. He moved close to me until his mouth was just an inch from mine. We stared at each other's mouths for what seemed like an eternity. I opened my mouth and continued to breathe heavily. He licked his lips then pushed me down on the wall until I was mouth level with his beautiful, fat and hard cock. 

I took it in my mouth and he pumped it into my face vigorously. He grabbed my head and held it as he drove his dick in my mouth. My head pressed against the wall, I kept my hand on his shaft and sucked it as best as I could. He pumped me faster and faster groaning my name over and over again. 

"Oh...Michelle...here it comes...here it comes...ah!" He said in a heated whisper.

I moved me hand and took his cock as far in as I could. It pressed against my throat and went in until I felt his skin on my face. He clutched my hair and moaned loudly. I suddenly felt the back of my mouth and throat fill with his hot cum. It shot out so fast and with so much that I gagged instantly with surprise. I sucked his cock as best as I could and I felt my knees grow weak from how wet I was. I drank his cum and pulled his dick back then drove it in again as it continued to spray into my mouth.

"Oh shit...fuck...." He grunted as I sucked his cum straight from his dick into my throat. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" He said thrusting my mouth as hard as he could. 

I groaned as he ground and pumped my mouth. Then he shook and held my head tightly with his hands. I gurgled and swallowed his hit cum. He pulled his cock back slowly from my mouth. I sucked it as it went out and then it flopped in front of me. I wiped my lips and licked my lips. My throat was sore and my mouth was warm with the taste of all his cum. I took a deep breath. I swallowed every drop of it. I leaned my whole body against the wall and slid my hand over my burning and soaking crotch.

He looked down at me with a tired expression. He looked concerned. "Are you ok?" He asked.

I blinked thoughtfully and licked my lips again. "Brian," I started then took another deep breath. "Do you think sometime...you could fuck me?" 

He looked at me and smiled.



The Obsession Ch. 02



Nick followed Evelyn into her apartment and pushed the door shut with his foot, he couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed her waist, and turned her around and kissed her hard, brutally. Heat surged through his body making him throb and ache as he pushed her against the wall, her hot hands grasped his shoulders brushing his neck, her touch burning his skin. He groaned as she rubbed against him.

Heat flooded over her as his lips sucked and bit hers. She inhaled his deep masculine scent, the smell of a timber forest filling her mind. On impulse, she pushed forward breaking his kiss and licked his neck. She was rewarded with his earthly taste and a shudder and groan from him. Her bag slid off her shoulder and dropped to the floor, followed by her reaching up, pushing his jacket off his shoulders then kissing him again sucking his lips into her mouth, her fingers reaching for the buttons on his shirt.

Nick growled at her and pushed her harder against the wall and taking command of the kiss, throwing everything into the embrace. He didn't know what it was, but he felt something tying him to her, a primal urge to cement that feeling overcame him. He broke off the kiss, their rapid breathing intensified as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders to the floor.

Nick leaned forward and stroked his tongue across her neck again, breathing in the rich lavender scent and teased her flesh. Pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders, it slid to the floor, pooling at her feet. He groaned as her fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt.

Evelyn leaned back against the wall and moaned softly as the feel of his hot, hard muscles pressed against her bared skin. His lips and tongue caressed her neck, driving her wild. Her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, she needed him naked now, she wanted him inside of her, thrusting hard and fast. She blushed at the wanton thoughts, but Nick was overloading her senses. Finally triumphant at unbuckling his belt, she unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down.

Nick growled at her as her fingers slid over the top of his boxers as she dragged down his pants. He thrust against her again, and kissed her ravenously as he unclipped her bra, tugging it off. He groaned as her hot fingers seared his skin as she grasped the band of his boxers and tugged them off him as well. 

He looked to the floor as a pale finger of moonlight stretched across the floor and glinted against an object sticking out from her purse. Chuckling to himself, he realized it was a vibrator, and then saw her purse was stuffed with condoms. He slid down her body and tugged her panties off, picking up one of the condoms, ripping off the paper with his teeth, he would make it up to her later, but hours of torment had heated his blood past his control, this would be hard and fast, there was plenty of time to go slow later.

Shock burned through her as she saw Nick opening the condom, blushing scarlet when she looked down and saw the condoms scattered around on the floor. She knew it was Natalie's doing, and they would have a long talk about it later, she was not like that! Nick probably thought she was a tramp carrying so many rubbers around!

Nick grinned sexily at her as he rolled the condom down his aching cock, a groan slipping from him as he touched his throbbing cock.

Evelyn reached forward and kissed him hard, Nick growled and grasped her leg and lifted it and then pushed her back against the wall and thrust ruthlessly into her, the sudden impact tearing through both of them, sending shockwaves of pleasure through their bodies. They groaned against each other's lips. Evelyn hooked her other leg around his, urging him on as he slid out of her and slammed back in.

Nick groaned against her mouth as the furious need to take her settled into him. He didn't want their first time together to be this rough, but his body was too caught up in the heat of the moment to do anything different, sliding out and slammed into her, again and again, increasing his pace rapidly as Evelyn dug her fingers into his hips, urging him on faster and harder. Her legs hugged him, as he slammed into her like a rutting animal, her tight heat grasped him, sucking him.

Evelyn cried out against his lips again, the kisses more passionate. She shoved back against him as he thrust into her, the pleasure burned over her senses. She broke their kiss and licked and nipped his neck, urging him on harder and faster needing it harder and faster.

He panted harshly as her teeth nipped at his neck, her voice a seductive temptress chipping away at his control. Pleasure burned him as he slammed into her, the wall vibrating from the force of his thrusts. Groaning against her neck, her fingers tightened their grip on his hips. It drove him wild to feel her need as he slammed into her.

He was going to burst soon, the intensity of their lovemaking was too hot, too fierce. He pinched her hips and that was all it took, she bit his neck hard and screamed, her orgasm squeezing him tightly. He roared when his own orgasm burst from him, pulse after electrifying pulse sped through him as he slammed into her a few more times.

They rested against each other, panting harshly as they came down from the intense high that still tremored through them.

Evelyn leaned back against the wall and panted, "Nick, that was amazing."

Nick groaned leaning his forehead against her shoulder, "Oh, yeah," he panted still breathless. Slowly he stepped back, pulling out of her. His eyes blurry and unfocused as he stumbled a bit. "Bedroom?" he asked with a grin.

"Last room at the back," she panted, and almost groaned when he bent down in front of her, giving her a full view of his tight ass as he pulled off his shoes and tugged off his pants and boxers. He scooped up the condoms and walked down the hall, giving her a show as his back muscles flexed with each step. While Nick disposed of the condom, Evelyn laid on the bed, almost striking a pose, and watched him enter.

Moonlight streamed through the windows as he came into the room, and lit up the beauty displayed on the bed for him. Caught up by her beauty, he looked his fill at her plump, perky breasts with their peaked rose nipples that ached for his attention. Her curvy waist and her smooth legs begged to be caressed. He groaned as he looked up at her face, she was admiring his body as well.

He was massive, she thought, as her eyes travelled over his broad chest. Thankfully, the moon was bright enough that it illuminated his damp chest hair and his glistening taut abs. She licked her lips, looking further down, and groaned at the size of his thick cock already standing at attention again. Staring at his shaft, she couldn't believe he fit inside her; he was so much bigger than what she thought from their first time together just minutes ago.

Nick growled seeing her hot eyes trail over him, her gaze fixed on his cock made him twitch. He dropped the condoms and the small vibrator next to the bed and climbed on all fours to the top of the bed, where he plundered her mouth, kissing her hard, groaning against her as she struggled against the roughness. Realizing how brutally he was taking her, he broke the kiss and slid his lips over her neck, kissing her softly and gently, wanting to take her much more gently this time.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped them over. He grunted when he landed on his back, his face filled with surprise. Lips sliding up his neck, Evelyn used her teeth to pinch him, and then kissed his lips tenderly, passionately. The kiss deepened, tasting the warmth of his mouth, the hard press of his cock against her stomach led to a shiver of desire, her lips ached with the need to take him inside of her.

The fires of desire raged inside him, he grasped her hips and rolled them back over, growling and kissing her hard, demandingly. Swallowing her squeak of surprise, he reached over to the table and grabbed a condom, quickly tore it open and rolled it over his aching cock. 

She lit a fierce fire inside him, she ignited him like no woman had done before, his resolve to go slow instantly evaporating. Grasping her hips tightly, he plunged into her depths, her tightness closed around him, squeezed him. He moaned in pleasure as the sensations shot up his spine, and gritted his teeth to force himself back from the edge he almost fell over.

Nick's heat and driving thrusts ignited a raging inferno inside of Evelyn, her fingers locked on his hips, her legs tightened around his waist. Each powerful thrust sent another mind-blowing surge of pleasure through her body. She could hardly breathe, as he pounded into her with unstoppable force. The tenseness in her legs receded slightly as he continued his assault. She moved her fingers to his back, her nails scraping his taut flesh.

Nick was in ecstasy and in hell at the same time, Evelyn's counter thrusts burned through him like lava. Their sweat-slickened bodies rubbed against each other with each thrust. Their hot, harsh breaths fanned over their highly sensitized skin. The pleasure built with every movement, the inferno building hotter and hotter until he couldn't fight the pull anymore. 

The burn of Nick's pounding thrusts slammed through her body, she wanted him to fall first this time reaching up she bit down hard on the tendon of his neck, he jerked against and howled as he erupted his violent orgasm dragging her along with him.

When they finally came down, Nick reluctantly pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, panting heavily, bringing Evelyn along to rest against his sweaty chest.

"Wow... that was..." panted Evelyn, as she looked into his eyes, the man who completely rocked her world.

"Unbelievable?" panted Nick, watching her eyes. He reached down and pulled off the condom and slipped out of bed. Stumbling slightly, he went into the bathroom and disposed of the condom. After washing up, he slid back into bed and looked at the already sleeping Evelyn. Without waking her, he spooned up against her body and wrapped his arms around her, slipping into his own contented sleep.

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Evelyn awoke with the solid warmth of a hard body snuggled up against her back, a warm feeling settled inside her. This man was amazing; she pushed back against him slightly making him roll onto his back. Moonlight spilled over his body, his hips covered by the sheet. The sight of his creased abs and the hard ripple of muscle sent shivers up her spine remembering how they felt brushing against her skin.

Her eyes glance over his thick, hard pecs, dusted with the sparse stubble of brown hair. Heat flushed her body as she remembered the feeling of his hair scraping against her breasts, the coarseness electrifying her. Biting her lip to stop the moan from escaping, her eyes travelled down the trail of hair past his navel to under the sheet. 

Something overcame her; she wanted to follow the trail with her lips and her tongue. She wanted to make him feel as raw as she did, as hot and sensitized as her. As she reached over to peel back the sheet, moonlight glinted on an object on the floor. Curious, she leaned over Nick and saw a vibrator on the floor. Her eyes widened in shock, "Natalie," she whispered. Condoms, now a vibrator? When had she had the time to put them in her bag?

What Nick must think of her, he was so civilized, so gentlemanly. But then the raw passion that raged through them both earlier spoke otherwise. She reached over the bed and picked up the vibrator. If the passion from him was anything to go by, she knew he wouldn't be offended by her use of the vibrator. How else would it have gotten to the bedroom in the first place, if he didn't bring it up?

She pulled the sheet back from his hips, licking her lips at the sight of his large cock nestled in the thatch of dark brown hair, and leaned over him. The warm scent of his skin reached her nose, pressing into his abs, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin. Rich masculine and salty tastes assaulted her tongue, as she swiped it over the ridged muscles. 

Savoring the taste, she itched to touch every inch of him, she tenderly stroked his hard thigh as her tongue swept over his stomach. Grinning, she felt his muscles quiver, his breathing hitch in his sleep. Her fingers reached over and cupped his slowly thickening cock. The power she felt at controlling his pleasure gave her goose bumps, and she wanted to make him burn with ecstasy.

His cock thickened fully as she tenderly stroked him, her lips gliding over his abs, her tongue rubbing over his skin absorbing his flavor. His breathing became more labored as her nails gently scraped along his body. She pulled back and watched him, his thick, hard cock resting against him. 

She picked up the vibrator and turned it on, a grin crossed her face as she toyed with the trail of hair on his stomach and brushed the vibrator against his cock. He grunted, his legs twitched from the feeling. She scraped his abs with her teeth again, stroking his cock with the vibrator.

A burning buzz of sensation jolted him to awareness. He panted as he looked down his body and saw Evelyn holding the vibrator he had forgotten about. Falling back against the pillow, he cursed softly. 

"Hey," she purred, looking him in the eyes.

Nick groaned and said, "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" she said grinning deviously. She reached down and stroked the vibrator over his swollen head, he cursed as she focused on the slit.

"Damn, Evelyn..." he panted. He couldn't believe she was like this, he had assumed that she was a lot more innocent then this. His breathing increased rapidly as his thighs twitched from the sensation of her nails grazing his abs and the vibrator rubbing his cock. Driving him crazy.

"Let me take care of you this time Nick," she said huskily. He groaned and nodded

Evelyn blushed furiously, where had this sex kitten come from? She was not like this at all; she was far from aggressive in the bedroom. When her nails grazed his slit, he groaned and his cock jerked. A rush of power slid through her. She could do this, she could drive him wild with pleasure.

She wanted to taste him, devour him. She slipped her lips around the tip and licked him. He jerked and groaned again, she raised the vibrator and ran it over his balls making him twitch as she slid his cock to the back of her throat and sucked. He cried out as his involuntary flexing slid the vibrator closer to his ass.

His legs tensed as the vibrator slipped behind his balls, she knew it was getting him hot. She could feel he was holding himself back, the power she had over his body right now was exhilarating, her nails scraped his thighs as she rubbed the vibrator back and forward under his balls. Her tongue licking under the ridge of his cock while her teeth gently grazed over his slit.

It was pure torture, she was burning him alive with pleasure. It coursed through his body, he panted deeply, and he couldn't focus on anything but the mind-bending pleasure she was giving him. He didn't want to let it go, but the intensity was too much for him. His whole body was awash with electrifying sensation.

He tasted better then he smelled; the rich earthy taste of Nick made her hot. She wanted to taste all of him she slipped the vibrator down slightly, and as soon as it rubbed against his ass, his whole body jerked as if she'd whipped him. 

He roared out hoarsely and pumped himself into her mouth. Evelyn was no innocent angel he decided as his mind exploded from the intensity of the orgasm ripping through him. When his head stopped spinning from the massive rush, he gasped out, "Damn... what was that?" and he collapsed against the bed panting. His skin tingled as the air in the room cooled the sweat beaded over his body.

Evelyn grinned and settled back in next to him, kissing him and said, "For blowing my mind earlier,"

He turned on his side and pulled her to him and kissed her softly, he grinned then sank lower his lips teasing her neck. "Nick, you don't need to..."

"I want to, just enjoy," a wicked smirk curled across his face as he sank lower his tongue sliding down between her breasts. Evelyn laid back and groaned as his tongue slid steadily down her chest and stomach. His fingers caressing her breasts as his tongue slid down to her thighs, his teeth nipped her teasingly.

Her fingers dug into his scalp tugging on his short hair, Nick looked up and smirked devilishly then dipped his head again, scraping his teeth and dragging his tongue around he thighs barely skimming where she wanted him, where she needed him. She tugged harder on his hair her nails digging into his skin, a whimper slipped from her as Nick continued to tease her. 

"Nick..." she moaned as he pinched her nipples, her body jerking from the shock. She cried out again as Nick slid his tongue down her thigh, swiping against her clit and lips then stroked up her other thigh. She writhed against the bed, he was barely touching her and he was driving her insane. 

Nick looked up again and grinned at her, before dipping his head down and swiping her lips with his tongue, his fingers trailing down her stomach to stroke her clit slowly his short nails dragging over the nub. He growled as her fingers tightened brutally in his hair, pulling hard, fire pulsing through his body from the sharp tugging as he speared his tongue inside her. She screamed and another spike of heat rushed through him.

She was going crazy, her fingers curling in his hair as his fingers and his tongue and his teeth tormented her making her toss on the bed, she cursed as his fingers slipped in along with her tongue, his other hand still tormenting her clit. She only needed a little more, Evelyn pushed his head down, his tongue thrusting into her.

Nick pulled back from her his fingers sliding out, before she had a chance to voice her disappointment he sucked her clit into his mouth his teeth grazing it and his fingers thrusting deep into her. Evelyn bucked in his grip and screamed as her orgasm erupted through her. Not giving her a chance to breath he pulled away from her and ripped open another condom and slipped it on before thrusting into her savagely, he gripped her hips punishingly and drove in slamming their hips together.

Evelyn couldn't breathe, violent pleasure ripped through her with each of Nick's punishing strokes, she hadn't even come down from her last release, the pressure was steadily building again. She looked up at him, sweat rolled off his forehead and glistened on his chest. His chest and abs and arms rippling as he slammed into her, his breath sawing out, covering her in searing warmth. 

Reaching up Evelyn pulled his head down and kissed him ravenously as he slammed into her, faster and harder. The burn growing more fierce by the second, she broke the kiss and nipped his neck. Nick's back arched from the zap of sensation, he reached in between them and squeezed her clit, that was all it took for another orgasm to crash over her. Her teeth dug into his neck hard as the pleasure exploded through her, she screamed into his hard muscle.

Nick reared back and howled as his release tore through him, pulsing violently into her slamming against her hips before collapsing against her. His harsh heavy breaths, and damp chest hair rubbing against her added to the sensations tingling through her body. Her eyes opened slowly as her breathing slowly decreased, She looked into his eyes, pleasure clouding them, he groaned as he slipped off her. She turned on her side and wrapped her arms around him pulling him against.

"You're not going anywhere," she murmured and kissed his shoulder. 

# # #

Tonight should have been her night, she thought, but that trashy bitch took away the opportunity. Nick should have been in her bed tonight. He was perfect for her, so charming and gentlemanly. Unlike the other apes in the station, Nick had manners, and always had found the time to take an interest in her. Sighing in frustration, she knew if she was ever going to get a chance with Nick, she would have to do something about that bitch.




The Obsession Ch. 02



Tomorrow would be the perfect time for her to make her move, because it was a training day. She'd have more than enough time to show him how perfect they were together. Now, all she had to do was to figure out how to make sure she was more important to Nick than that whore bimbo.



The Obsession Ch. 02



Magnus had barely made his way into his apartment when he began to eagerly inspect the hot container in his hands. He walked over to the mostly empty bedroom, sat down on top of his suitcase and placed his phone by his side. He then realized that there was something soft, wrapped in plastic on top of the container. He unwrapped the soft flat bread and took a bite. The bread was tender, warm, savory and buttery. He had to stop himself from devouring it before he could get to the contents of the container. As he peeled off the lid, delightfully aromatic steam filled his nostrils and he marveled at the vivid colors of the food that lay on his lap. 

The bright yellow curry was comprised of shrimp, delicate whitefish and red and green peppers. He popped a plump, juicy shrimp into his mouth and enjoyed the barrage of flavor that assaulted his tongue. 

"Shit." 

That was when he realized that he had absolutely no utensils. But he also had no witnesses; he thought to himself as he lifted the container and used the soft naan to shovel the food into his mouth. 

"Så fucking godt!" 

He exclaimed as he bit off the sauce covered end of the bread. 

The olives... the curry... the succulent seafood and the slight notes of bayleaf offered more flavors than he had ever experienced in one meal. He looked over at what appeared to be some sort of beet greens on the other side of the container and scooped a bit of the garlic speckled, forrest green side dish onto the bread. He bit into it and was amazed that a vegetable could taste so savory and flavorful. 

"Jeg kunne spise lige dette alene." 

He said to himself, noting how the simple dish of cooked greens could easily stand on it's own. 

Magnus had completely devoured the large container of food and was now shamelessly licking the remnants of sauce out of it. When he was satisfied that there wasn't a trace of deliciousness left, he brought the container to the sink and washed his face before gulping down several ounces of water from his palm as he ran the faucet. The combination of how hearty and satisfying the meal was and the vulgar way in which he devoured it, made him feel strong- almost barbaric. 

He went back over to his makeshift bed of towels with his shoulders squared and his arms curled and flexed like a body builder and reveled in his own masculinity. He laid down, laughing at his own goofiness. But it wasn't long until his thoughts were shifted back to her. 

" Manly mand..." 

He chuckled to himself as he thought of her roughly riding the semen right out of him. That was when it finally dawned on him that not only did he not wear a condom; but he hadn't even concidered it. 

Not even when she first sat him onto the couch. 

Not even when she mounted him. 

His only concern at that moment was feeling her tight little honey pot wraped around him. 

And god was she tight... 

No. He had to focus on his mistake. He had more self discipline than that! He shook his head in disappointment at his own actions. He hadn't even known her for twenty four hours and she could already be impregnated with his child. 

He thought of her soft, brown abdomen slightly rounded, concealing his growing offspring as she lay down naked and allowed him to view her swollen, fertile body. 

He could feel himself beginning to pulse in his pants. 

'Would her breasts drip milk for me? 

What the fuck am I thinking?!' 

He pressed his palms to his eyes and shook his head; angered at his own recklessness. He cleared his mind of her, set his alarm, and drifted off to sleep. 

Magnus was awakened by the ringing of his phone. He was surprised to see that it was his assistant and not his alarm. 

"Hello. Good morning, Annette." 

"Good morning, Dr. Bjornssen" 

"Annette, please... as I've mentioned before, if I'm to call you by your first name, then you should use mine." He requested in a friendly manner. 

"Of—of course, Magnus. I'm sorry, I'm just not used to working with someone so down-to-earth. The professors at the university are relentless at reminding me that there's an ever present line between psychiatrists and lowly psychologists such as myself. Especially since I'm the rookie." 

"You'll find no pretentiousness here, Annette. As I've told you; my license is in psychiatry, but my heart is in psychology." 

Annette paused for a moment to smile to herself. 

"It's going to be so much fun proving those glorified drug dealers wrong!" 

"Let us hope!" Magnus cheerfully agreed. 

"Well, I've already briefed you via email on the case study, so you should be completely prepared to start your first day without a hitch. I've set up your office and I'll be in at seven-thirty to tie up any loose ends. Is there anything I might be forgetting?" 

"No, Annette. I'm truly honored to be fortunate enough to have such a professional and efficient assistant. Thank you for your dedication." 

"Oh, Magnus! We've barely started working together- but it does seem like we've been colleagues; or even friends for years." Annette paused, hoping that her last comment wasn't too unprofessional. 

"Yes. It is good to feel as though I finally have a friend in my field." 

Annette smiled, appreciating the sentiment. 

"There is one other request, if I may burden you..." 

"Anything- I mean; whatever I can do to help." 

"Could you by chance direct me to a shopping plaza during our lunch break, so that I may purchase a few essentials? Specifically a phone charger?" 

"Oh!" she giggled shyly "Of course! Tell ya what, I'll drive." 

"Annette, you are truly an asset! Thank you- and lunch is on me." 

The coworkers said their goodbyes and Magnus got to the business of getting ready for his first day at work. Annette had called him a half hour before his alarm was set to go off, but it was all for the better; as he enjoyed taking his time around the empty apartment to shower, dress, and eat most of the fruit basket for breakfast. As he bit into his second pear, his thoughts drifted once again to Cassie. He thought of her standing at her door completely naked as she directed him out. 

"Onde lille diva..." (Evil little diva) 

He whispered as he looked over to his soiled underwear from last night. He wondered if they still carried the scent of her juices, or just his own. 

He walked over to them, pear still in hand; and was about to pick them up when he heard a knock at the door. The knocking continued until he approached the door, and he wondered if the impatient visitor was his landlord. 

"Yes, one second." He replied as he opened the door. 

Magnus smiled despite himself. 

It was her. 

Cassie was wearing a pair of cut up tight, powder blue jeans and a white undershirt. 

She was bra-less; as he could clearly make out the form of her large, round breasts and see her dark nipples through the thin white fabric. The shirt was incredibly long on her, and as he looked closer it seemed quite familiar. 

"Is that my shirt?" He asked knowingly. 

"Payment for the basket." She coolly replied, pointing to the pear in his hand with her nose. 

"But the gift was already mine." He replied, with a furrowed brow. 

"Yeah, but you hadn't earned it." 

He chuckled. 

"And what to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this morning?" 

"Payment for the food." She answered in her serious manner as she pushed him into his own home and shut the door. 

Magnus backed away from her, allowing her entry into his apartment. She approached him, took the pear from his hand and placed it on the kitchen counter. 

"I was eating that." He smiled mischievously while admiring her curvy hips through her jeans. "Unless of course you have something more appetizing to offer..." he grinned, licking his lips at the thought of her fragrant flower. She backed him into his empty living room. 

"Loose the pants." 

He obliged, without a single attempt to hide his erection. 

"Underwear too." 

He removed them without question. "Shirt?" He asked, obediently. 

"No need. This won't take very long." 

Magnus furrowed his brow yet again. 

"There's something you're going to do for me- or rather; have done to you. Something I've always wanted to try." 

Magnus looked at Cassie apprehensively. 

"Will it hurt?" 

"Not if I do it right. Lay down." 

She pointed to the hardwood floor. Magnus was even more apprehensive, but he found himself doing exactly what he was told. Cassie stood over him and separated his legs with her slippered feet, then knelt down between them. She took a moment to admire his long, powerful torso while she slid her hands over his stomach, then groin area. She then removed her- or rather his undershirt, allowing her bare breasts to bounce forth untethered. She leaned down and allowed her loose wavy curls to tickle his thighs as she ran her tongue along his rigid shaft. 

He watched her as she gently licked, kissed and stroked his length. 

"Mmm..." He moaned as she circled the tip of his penis with her tongue. 

She then pushed his bright pink head between her succulent mahogany lips and gently sucked, bringing her mouth up over his head before going back for more. She repeated the movement, each time moving lower and lower down his shaft while firmly stroking him. 

At three quarters of the way down his cock, she had gotten to the point where every woman who had ever given him oral reached their limit. He reached down and cleared her hair out of her face to caress her. Her feminine face seemed even daintier in his large hand. Her movements were rhythmic and purposeful. She bobbed and swayed with a grace of an adoring worshiper, performing for her deity; her hands completely in unison with her silky mouth. 

She was moaning loudly now. The hum vibrated through Magnus' cock as he found himself bucking at her lovely face. Her tongue seemed to fluctuate around his mass. Circling and teasing as she bobbed to the tip. 

"There's no way you've never done this before... mmm... Prinsesse... you're amazing..." 

He grumbled between moans. Cassie paused to catch her breath. He could feel her breathing deeply as she affectionately peppered the tip of his penis with kisses. She raised up, allowing him to fall between her breasts. 

She closed her breasts around him and played with her nipples as she slid up and down his slippery erection. The sight of her wildly pleasuring him while she moaned as though she was even further in ecstasy than he was made him ravenous. 

"I need to have you Cassie! You're so damned beautiful!" He reached down hoping to bring her on top of him- hoping to have her ride him to completion again; but she pushed him back. 

Magnus mustered all the self discipline he had to resist pinning her beneath him and ravaging her at that very moment as she re-positioned herself between his legs and lustfully kissed and bit at his thighs. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as she inflicted her delicious torture upon him; furiously kissing and licking his lower body as she stroked. He felt the slick underside of her tongue slide down his shaft where she met his hairless scrotum. 

"Mmm. You shave? Good boy." 

She purred, gently parting his buttocks to reveal even more hairless skin. He debated on whether or not he should admit to her that he had simply lost a bet in California; resulting in the embarrassing (and painful) Brazilian, but his thoughts were scattered as he felt her tongue sliding into an area that was rarely ever touched. 

His body spasmed at her invasion. The sensation was new and exciting. 

The women he had shared his bed with in the past seldom licked his perineum; but Cassie's tongue was venturing into unexplored territory. 

'Ah. That thing she wanted to try.' he thought to himself as he allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over him. 

He was suddenly even more appreciative of his high powered shower head. 

Cassie returned to her oral assault on his rock hard penis as she eased him even further into her throat than he was before. 

"Mmm... please let me fuck that perfect pussy of yours again before you make me come all over you, Prinsesse." Magnus begged. 

"Seems like you're enjoying this. Do you not like it?" She teased. 

"It's the best I've ever had! But I want you beneath me." He pleaded. 

"It's not about what you want." She answered coldly. 

Cassie dove back onto his cock and sucked lustfully as her fingers caressed his scrotum, then made their way down to his anus. She began to ease a finger in and Magnus rose slightly to protest but before he could, a strange sensation ripped through him. 

An evil laugh escaped from Cassie. 

'Found it' she thought, as she pushed gently on the wall of his rectum. 

"Mmnh-" 

He looked down at her, unable to utter anything other than low grunting. Cassie took a deep breath and lowered her head, bringing him deep into her throat as continued applying pressure to his prostate. Magnus was a trebling, moaning wreck as he felt Cassie's lips hit his pelvis and scrotum. 

"Åh gud! Cassie!" He called out as the pressure built and his impending release threatened to drown his beautiful new lover. He reached down to pull her to safety but was halted by the feeling of her claws hooking into his thigh. She was forceful and predatory as she claimed her prey. Magnus' head thrashed backwards as the most intense climax he ever had was seemingly ripped from his body and his semen began to geyser down Cassie's throat and into her esophagus. 

"Oh- it's- so good Prinsesse- so good-" 

Gasping for air, she pulled her head off of him after a few bursts, only to realize he wasn't nearly done coming as she had yet to cease her prostate massage. 

She wrapped her lips around him just in time to catch another large spurt that ended up half escaping down her chin. 

Cassie continued her stroke and massage combination, a bit surprised by the sheer volume that she had managed to milk from him. 

Magnus looked down at her with pleading eyes; still trembling and groaning as he watched the last gush of come coat her outstretched tongue while she looked directly into his eyes. He was still breathing erratically as she eased her finger out of him and crawled up to him in a cat-like manner. She brought her face to his and snaked her coated tongue into his mouth. It was the first time he had ever tasted his own semen. 

"Not so bad." 

He commented as he wiped the remainder of his come off of her chin and pushed it into her mouth with his finger. She sucked hungrily at the digit and moaned with delight. He had never seen a woman savor his come as she had. 

Only two days in and she's already shown me so many new things... 

He pulled her onto him and kissed her passionately, but was quickly disappointed as she stood up, pulled his shirt back on, and made her way to the door to leave. 

"Hey!" He shouted a little louder than he intended. 

She paused right as she was approaching the door. 

"What?" She said without turning around. 

"I don't think that was a fair exchange." He panted. 

"You didn't like the food?" She said with her back still facing him. 

"Actually, it was amazing. Perhaps the best meal I've ever had. But I still feel as though I'm owed compensation for my compliance." 

Magnus was just about to ask Cassie to allow him to treat her to dinner tonight as payment for his cooperation, when he heard Cassie unzip her pants. She kicked off her slippers and pulled off her pants. Still facing the door, she slowly peeled off her lacy pink underwear. He took a moment to marvel at her amazing ass in the sunlight. She then turned and he watched her glistening vagina move closer as she walked up to him. The small patch of hair above her lips was matted down with her shiny juices. He licked his lips and felt his half erect penis spasm slightly before returning to it's defeated state. 

Cassie tossed her panties at Magnus. He picked them up to find them completely soaked. Once again his battle worn penis twitched as he rubbed them between his fingers. 

"There. Those cost me ten bucks. Now we're even." 

He smiled playfully. 

"I'm worth only ten dollars?" 

"Don't kid yourself. We both know you'd let me fuck you for free." She said with a sinister smile. 

He wanted to pull her down onto him and lick her glistening pussy clean, but she walked back over to the door, put her pants on and left. He walked over to his phone, while holding her panties to his nose. 'Just as well' he thought to himself- he had about thirty minutes to get to work. 

Magnus dashed across the school campus as he frantically checked his phone. 

"Shit!" 

he was already ten minutes late. He reached the Mental Health Studies building and looked for his or his assistant's name in the directory on the wall. He gave up and asked the security guard at front desk, who was happy to help this foreign doctor who addressed him as "Sir" find his office. 

"I'm pretty sure that's is it, Dr. Bjornssen." The guard pointed at the newly remodeled office down the hall as they turned a corner. 

"Magnus, please." Said the friendly doctor as he extended his hand. 

"Ted." Said the guard with a refreshed look as he shook Magnus' hand. 

Magnus made his way into his office and was immediately greeted by a smirking man in a very expensive suit. 

"Late for your first day, eh?" 

"Oh..." Said Magnus. 

He was surprised to see his colleague Dr. Iverson, whom he had met at the convention in California waiting for him. 

"Well, I-" 

"He was given the wrong information. I apologize for sending you on a wild goose chase, Dr. Bjornssen." Said a familiar, feminine voice from behind him. 

"Annette!" Magnus smiled happily. 

"Again, my apologies doctor. I just realized a few minutes ago that I failed to inform you of the last minute change of office space." 

Magnus immediately recalled the email Annette had sent him a few days ago, telling him all about the new office she vied for, so that he could have a window and double storage space for file; and now here she was taking the fall for him so that he could save face in front of his smug colleague. 

Annette was a tall, slender woman with flowing bright auburn hair. She wore a perfectly tailored peach pencil skirt and blazer with a ruffled, white high-neck blouse beneath. She was just as lovely in appearance as she was in demeanor. 

"How's the lower deck?" Asked Dr. Iverson jokingly. 

"Drafty." Replied Magnus, in reference to his lost bet. 

Iverson laughed at his blushing colleague before Annette ushered him out of the office. 

"Dr. Bjornssen has a lot of work to do settling into his new space." 

Satisfied that he had dealt Bjornssen a sufficient ribbing, Dr. Iverson saw his way out. 

"He really came all the way upstairs just to see if you'd be late... wow." 

Magnus laughed at Annette's assessment. He then gave her a friendly hug. It was the first time they had met face to face. He thanked her for taking the fall for him, and she modestly brushed it off as being 'no big deal'. He was glad to have her on his side. 

Magnus spent the morning introducing himself around campus and setting up interviews for students interested in being involved with the case study he was assigned to. Magnus had been chosen from a group of doctors and therapists who were willing to travel to Upstate New York to take part is the case study which basically pitted medicine against therapy in dealing with OCD, depression and bipolar disorder. He was told that he was specifically chosen because of his expertise in psychology; but the real reason why he was chosen was because he was also a licensed psychiatrist. The pharmaceutical company funding the study wanted a therapist who would more than likely be on the side of medicinal treatment. This was not lost on Magnus. But little did they know, the Danish doctor had all but given up on side effect-prone medications when treating his patients. 




The Obsession Ch. 03



Waiting. That was the worst part. After Monday—the night I sucked my brother's cock and asked him to fuck me—I left while he went to take a shower. I had class the next morning and I still needed to take care of my homework. My head was reeling, spinning and my body was still shaking. The taste of his cum was in my mouth and I thought again and again about it filling my throat and mouth as he moaned. I wanted more. He took control of me, that much I knew for sure. When he pushed me against the wall—I was his. It felt strange to drive away and even stranger look over my school work and to try to think about going to class.

We did not discuss it, but in my head I assumed I would see him the following evening. When I arrived at school I was dismayed to find out it I was supposed to leave for my senior trip after school. We were going to the mountains and I was one of the organizers so I needed to go early. How could I have forgotten all about this? I listened to the announcements and frowned. The earliest I would be home was Saturday night and that was four whole days away. 

I did my best to keep a good attitude and by the time the morning was over, I fell back into my role of spunky high school girl. My friends asked me where I was last night and why I missed drama. I didn't know what to say so I lied. I told them I had to help my mom do something and I was so pissed I forgot to call. It was a bad lie, but it seemed to go over fine. 

During lunch time my cell phone rang and I saw it was Brian. My heart skipped a beat, I snatched up the phone and darted out of earshot to answer it.

"Hello?" 

"Hey Michelle," Brian said. I could tell he was smiling too. "So I managed to catch you during lunch?"

"Yes you did, good timing," I replied.

"So...I was wondering if you could come by tonight. I...um...well I want to help you with what you asked me to do last night," I knew his friends were around. It was so cute.

My knees shook. "Yeah...I really want to. But I forgot I have this school trip to go on," he was quiet on the other end. "Like...I really want to...so much that I totally forgot about this trip."

"When do you get back?" He asked.

"Saturday," I answered and then an idea hit me. "Why don't I ask mom if we could use the time share...I will already be in the mountains, I could just meet you there."

"Yeah...that's a good idea." He said in an excited voice. "So...let me know what mom says ok?"

"Yeah I will."

"Um...Michelle?" his voice grew quiet.

"What is it?" I felt a little tense.

"I love you," he said.

I melted. "I...I love you too Brian. I'll call you soon." With that I hung up. 

The rest of the day was a blur. I managed to ask my mom about the time share and she said of course. I called Brian back, but he was in class so I left a message. It was all set. Saturday night would be the night.

I went through the motions at school and paid little attention to any of the details. I tuned out so much that when Kevin Charles asked me out I just looked at him blankly. Two weeks ago I would died of happiness if Kevin even looked my way, but now I didn't care.  I shook my head after he asked me again and checked my phone to listen to Brian's excited message.

That night I packed my things carefully. I decided I would need two bags, one for the trip and one for the weekend with my brother. I threw in random things to the first bag. I really just needed to have enough to wear. Then I sat in front of the other bag for a long time. What would I wear for him? What would he like? 

I looked in my closet anxiously. I pulled out what lingerie I had—I mean I was only 18, how much could I own? I had fun black lacey thong and a matching bra. I found my silk night gown and a tight tank top and really short shorts. But it just didn't seem like enough or the right thing. The thong was fun...but...I just didn't know. So I sent Brian a text: I am packing now...any requests?

A few minutes later he sent me: just underwear.

I smiled. He was so sweet and simple.

I took out my best thongs and bras and put them in and giggled with excitement.

That night I left for the trip and I felt myself feeling nervous. We had a series of activities planned, and all I could do was hope for them to end so I could go to bed and it would be one day closer to Saturday. Each thing seemed to drag on and on. My friends noticed I wasn't as thrilled as they expected and I told them I was feeling sick. They were sympathetic, but only until the boy they liked took them for a walk or smiled at them. I spent those times looking at my phone and wondering if I should text Brian or call him. 

On Friday night I took a shower and after looking in the mirror I realized that he had never seen me naked—at least not since I had gone through puberty. I looked over my body and wondered what he would think. I carefully shaved my pubic hair down so there was only a strip left. I didn't like to be bald down there and I wanted him to see I was a woman and not a girl. My tummy was flat and my boobs were still perky. They were so tense and sensitive—especially when I thought about Brian. I knew I was pretty—prettier than most. But I still wondered if I was what he wanted. After all these years, I was just his sister.

That night I dreamt that I sucked his cock. He cried out my name and begged me not to stop. I woke up in a sweat—frustrated to be in a room full of bunk beds. But today was Saturday.

Breakfast was slow followed by slow discussions on who was going to what college and who hooked up with who. I didn't care. I looked at my phone around noon and saw a text message from Brian: I am here and waiting for you. I flipped my phone shut and almost screamed. It was time to go.

I quickly grabbed my things and threw them in the car. My friends chatted the whole time but I didn't listen. I packed the car up, gave them a hug and began the hour drive to the time share. It was a miracle I didn't crash on the icy road, I drove so fast. I was careful to put on my black thong and bra before I left so he would think I was sexy. I spent ten frustrating minutes looking for a place to park and then ran to the apartment with my bag in my hand. I went up the stairs two at a time then opened the door.

Brian looked up at me from the couch. The TV was on and he had a bottle of win on the coffee table. "Hey sis," he said with a smile.

My knees were shaking, my mouth was watering and I walked in and closed the door quietly. I put my bag down, looked at him then took a deep breath.

"How was your trip?" he asked amiably and leaned forward to stand up.

"Please...stay there," I said in a shaking voice. I walked over to him and stood for a moment. 

He looked at me and swallowed. No small talk. No intros. I had waited too long.

I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall on the floor. I looked down at my pale breasts locked in the black lace bra. "These..." I put my hands on them. "Are yours." I said almost through my teeth. I slid my jeans off so I was just standing in my black thong and bra. I took a deep breath, my heart was pounding. "This...um...me...I am yours." I said staring at him. I stood there shaking for a moment just looking at him.

He stood up suddenly, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. His beautiful cock was cleanly shaved and bouncing hard now that it was free from his pants. He pulled off his shirt and threw it to the side. 

I reached forward and grabbed him by the cock; it was hot, hard and bulging in my hand. "Come here," I said in a whisper.

He walked forward and I kissed him deeply with my tongue—holding his cock the whole time. Our lips locked as he sucked my tongue and ran his hands over my body. I gripped his cock as tightly as I could and pressed it against my body. My legs shook and I massaged his tongue as we kissed. I felt my body tremble and my crotch was already dripping wet. It had been wet since I started to drive over here.

I dropped to my knees and took his dick in my mouth. As lovingly as I could I sucked it and took it in all the way. I relaxed and moaned against it as the throbbing head rested against my throat. 

"Oh shit...that feel so good," he said. This urged me to suck it more...I took it out of my mouth and licked it—staring up at him with lust as I licked his balls, sucked his cock and took it all the way in again. I jerked him off with my mouth, moaning and grunting each time it hit my throat. I loved his cock, I wanted it, I dreamt about it, I needed it.

He pulled my head back. He led me to the bedroom. I swallowed when he turned around and looked at me. "You are so sexy." He ran his hands over my body, "I have wanted...wanted to fuck you since the day I walked in on you in the shower."

I unsnapped my bra so he could see my boobs. They jiggled out and were firm and perky—my nipples clenched with excitement. "You should have fucked me then." I said in almost a growl.

He stared at my naked chest then walked forward, clutched my left breast in his hand and sucked it. The warmth of his mouth and the grind of his teeth drove shivers up and down my body. My pussy was dripping wet.

He sucked and nibbled my breast fiercely. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned. He shifted his attention to the other one and managed to get it all in his mouth. My heart was pounding when I saw that he sucked my boob like I sucked his dick—he needed it. I groaned and pressed his head against me.

He slid his hands over my sides and yanked my thong down. My boob slipped out of his mouth and he ran his fingers up to my pussy. He was breathing so fast and rubbing my soaking pussy. "You are so wet." He said staring at my crotch.

"Mmm..." I moaned. I was ready for him. "I...I have been waiting for this...shit that feels so good."

I sat back onto the bed and crawled to the middle. He slid on after me. I watched his cock twitching and I lunged for it. He was on his side and I took it in my mouth. He kept his fingers on my pussy, then pulled me up until we were laying 69 on our sides. He fingered me vigorously and I sucked his dick greedily. I yanked his cock out of my mouth and stared at it. It glistened with my spit and twitched. It was growing—bigger than I had ever seen it.

"Come here," he said. "Get on my face." He rolled to his back and I slid my legs over him. I looked back as I slid my body up his and guided my pussy to his mouth. My brother and I were going to 69.

I cried out as soon as his mouth sucked my clit. He gripped my hips and jammed his tongue into me. I ground my pussy against him and held his cock for balance. I felt a shiver up my body and suddenly an orgasm hit me. "Ah! Ah! Fuck! I am cumming," I yelled. He moaned into my throbbing pussy and I went forward and took his dick in my mouth. I sucked it in a frenzy, grabbing his balls with one hand and taking his cock all the way in. His cock was like candy in my mouth and I sucked it fiercely grinding against his mouth at the same time. 

"Oh fuck!" I yelled as his cock slid out of my mouth in a wet mess. My hips were bucking and I came again. I sat up straight and focused on his tongue in my pussy. I held his bulging cock in my hands and jerked it while he ate me. I stared at his throbbing cock. I bit my lip and groaned...I wanted it to fuck me. I wanted to stare into my brother's eyes while he drove that cock into me. I slid off of his face and lay on my back.

"Fuck me," I said. "Get your cock in me Brian...please..."

He rolled over and I opened my legs for him. He maneuvered over me and held his dick in his hands. I reached for him and he pressed it into me. I groaned as I felt it go in inch by inch. I pulled him close to me as he pushed as far as he could. I clutched his ass as he dew out and pushed in again. I squeezed with my body and clung to him as he pumped again and again. I stared into his eyes and he looked back intensely, with each thrust he would breathe loudly.

"Deeper," I said in a groan. I shifted my hips and opened my legs as wide as I could. 

He drove his dick into me as deep as he could. He grabbed my leg and lifted it up to his shoulder so my pussy was facing up and he was driving his dick down into it. My body burned and I grabbed both his ass cheeks as he fucked me: harder and deeper with each thrust. 

"Ah!" I yelled as his cock slammed into something wonderful deep in me.

He pulled himself back then drove in again sending vibrations through and I came. My orgasm shook me as I clutched him and called out. I squeezed his wonderful cock as he positioned me higher—clutching my hips tightly. 

"I..." he tried to say through a series of breaths. "I don't want to cum yet." 

He drew his dick back and it slid out of me. I swallowed hard and stared at it—large, swollen and covered in my juice. I groaned and lurched forward, pushing him to his back. I straddled him and grabbed his dick by the base. It slid into my gushing pussy easily and I lowered myself all the way onto it. I grabbed onto his chest and pushed myself back and forth against it, loving the new friction. He grabbed my ass and forced me into a rhythm, staring up at me the whole time. I could feel his cock deep in me and I squeezed it as tight as I could.

I pumped on it as best and as hard as I could. It seemed huge as I slid up then back down forcefully. Each time I went down I moaned loudly. I wanted to feel his cum in me. I needed it. I stared at him as he held my ass and I rode him. "Cum for me...Brian...cum for your sister...please..." 

He swallowed hard. I rode him for a few more seconds then he pushed me off of him. I rolled to my tummy and he got behind me. "You want my cum?" He said in almost a growl. "Do you want it? How bad do you want it?" He asked loudly. 

I looked back at him. "I want it so bad. I've wanted it since I was a girl...give it to me!" I said to him between deep breaths.

He stared at my back and put his hands on my ass. Firmly he grabbed my hips and I moved up on my knees with my butt pointed toward him. "I want to fuck you doggie style." He said grabbing my ass. I bent over for him and he guided his cock into me. I pushed back against him and groaned as I felt the length of his cock in me. I grabbed at the sheets and held on as he began to thrust me from behind. He pumped me again and again, gripping my hips and grunting.

"Harder," I said to him, closing my eyes and focusing on the feeling of his beautiful cock jamming inside of me.

Our bodies slapped together as he drew his dick out then right back in. He pumped me harder and harder—so hard I felt myself jerking forward with each thrust. I pushed back against him. I bit my lip and moaned as his dick pushed that spot in me again. "Fuck!" I yelled. "I need it! Deeper! Please...deeper!"

He grunted and pushed my head down then did his best to fuck me, but I kept pushing back. Finally he pulled on my hips and I sat up on his dick—straight from behind to straddling him backwards. His cock drove into me deep and I slid my hand down to grab his balls. I found his balls were against my pussy—he was in all the way. I squeezed his balls and he moaned.

"Like that...bounce on it...Michelle...shit...like that," he said as he lifted me slightly then guided me down on his dick.

I grabbed at his thigh with one hand and his balls with the other. "Cum for me...cum...I will cum with you...please...big brother...please!" 

Our bodies slapped together and with each deep push I felt myself want to scream. He grabbed at my breast from behind and moaned loudly. "Oh...shit...here it comes Michelle...I am cumming...oh my..."

He forced me forward and I felon my face with my ass up as he pumped me so hard I felt his balls slap me. My body shook and I squeezed him as tightly as I could. Suddenly I felt the warm jerks of his cock shooting all his cum in me. I lay with my arms up just letting him pump me and I started to moan—almost scream. "Brian..ah...ah...ah...I'm cumming too...oh shit!" I grabbed the sheets and held on as a huge orgasm overtook me. Tears ran down my face as I groaned and twitched with his jerking penis.

Finally after a few more pushes I fell to my side and he fell next to me. My pussy oozed with his cum and I rolled to my back to breathe. We lay naked like that for a minute just catching our breath. I just fucked my brother. I thought about it and laughed. 

"What is it?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied. "You are just the best fuck I have ever had."

"Well...you are my sister," he said quietly. "I would like to think I know how to take care of you."

I smiled. "This all started with me wanting to take care of you," I replied.

"We still have all weekend," he said. 

I rolled over and looked at him. "Brian...I meant what I said when I got here. My body is yours," I looked down at his glistening half-hard dick. "I don't think I could get enough of your cock. I love it."

He smiled then drew close to me. "Do you love it enough for me to try to put it in your ass?"

I looked at him very seriously, "My body is yours. I have never done that before, but I am willing to try."

He smiled at me. "Well, let's get some rest. We have all weekend."



The Obsession Ch. 03



Nick's eyes slowly opened as awareness crept back in. The warm press of Evelyn's body against his had his libido spiking again. He bit his lip to stop from moaning as his cock twitched, "Down boy," he muttered. He couldn't believe he was ready for action again after last night. His nerves buzzed from the sensations and he hardened further remembering how it felt to be with Evelyn.

Now that his eyes had cleared, he could admire the woman in his arms. Her long curly brown hair fanned out behind her, her head resting on his shoulder. He tenderly stroked his hand down her side, she was a beauty. When she looked at him last night with her emerald eyes, he melted, she was alluring. He felt like he was being drawn into something important, but he was nowhere near able putting those feelings into words.

His heart skipped a beat when her eyes fluttered open, first focusing on his face and then staring deeply into his. "Morning..." she whispered huskily.

He groaned, he had to get out of bed now or he'd spend all day with her, he had to go home to get ready for work. "Morning," he leaned in and kissed her lips softly, then slid out of bed, walked to the living room, and grabbed his boxers off the floor, slipping them on. He groaned as Evelyn's arm slid around his waist, her lips pressing against his neck.

"Sorry, I don't have time, Evelyn. I have to go home and get ready for work," he said, regretting the words as soon as they left his lips. 

"At least let me make you breakfast before you leave. Go take a shower, there are towels in the closet. I'll have a hot breakfast ready for you by the time you finish," she said, then kissed his neck again.

"Ok, I'll stay but I meant what I said, I have to get home, my shift starts in three hours."

"That's fine. I'm meeting my friend for lunch anyway."

Nick grinned at her and then walked off towards the bedroom.

Nick's smile was killer, butterflies fluttered in her stomach every time he directed it at her. Evelyn pulled the silk robe she had slipped on closer together and went into the kitchen, and began pulling food out of the fridge. She grinned victoriously, as she dug out some spicy sausages, eggs and bacon. 

Opening a drawer, Evelyn took out the frying pan, and placed it on the stove. The sound of water started suddenly. Licking her lips and groaning, she imagined water caressing every delicious bulge of muscle on Nick's body, the steam floating around him. She wished they had more time together this morning so she could have joined him. Instead, she cracked the eggs over the sizzling pan and started to cook.



# # #

As Nick rubbed his hair dry, his stomach rumbled at the hot enticing smell wafted from the kitchen. Again, he wished he could stay, but duty called. However, he was certainly going to come back for more of Evelyn. He could very easily develop an addiction to this woman. Drying himself completely, he dropped the towel into the clothes hamper, and then slid his boxers back on.

Walking into the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around Evelyn's waist and kissed her neck. "Smells delicious," he growled.

A small tremor passed through her as she absorbed the feeling of Nick pressing up against her, "Mmm, I thought you had to go to work soon." Changing the subject was a better tactic, "Spicy sausages, I hope you like them," she said huskily.

He kissed her neck again and said, "Spicy sausages sound great," then he walked over to the table and sat down.

On her way to the table, she almost tripped as she looked at him, his dimples creasing his face with the smirk it created. It was the water from the shower that still shimmered slightly on his chest that distracted her, and Evelyn barely stopped in time to avoid hitting the table. She felt the flush of blood rushing to her cheeks as they heated. It was crazy how Nick affected her so soon after their meeting, it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. More heat filled her cheeks as she realized Nick noticed her staring at him again. 

Nick needed to discreetly adjust himself as Evelyn stood at the table staring, her eyes eating him up, the searing gaze hardening him instantly. He grinned when her cheeks flushed brightly. She quickly placed the plate down in front of him. 

He was still grinning as he shoveled in some egg, "Damn, these are amazing, what did you put on them?" 

"A little bit of spice I had in the cupboard," she said, grinning. 

"Mmm, delicious. I can cook, just not as good as this," he said, as he took a bite of the sausage. Another groan of pleasure escaped from him as he chewed the meat.

"Where did you get these from?" 

"From a butcher I met at the farmer's market. They're better then the frozen stuff."

"I'll have to go have a look out there next time I'm shopping the stands."

"Spice livens up everything, don't you agree?" asked Evelyn, as she finished eating.

Nick groaned, the flirting was another indication she was definitely not as innocent as he first thought last night. He had to leave before he had her again and was late for work. "Thanks for breakfast Evelyn, I must be off soon," he said, picking up his plate and taking it to the sink.

Evelyn licked her lips as she watched his back tense. She knew what she wanted to do, but she couldn't now, it would have to wait. It sucked, but he would be on shift for two days. "I'll give you a call after I get off duty," he said with a grin.

He was going to keep making her melt with that smile, she knew it. She walked into the living room and picked up her bag, taking out one of her business cards. "This is my number, and if you ever feel the need for it, I'm sure I can fit you into my schedule for a massage."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," he said, as he picked up his pants and pulled his wallet out, sliding her card inside. Nick took a calming breath as he tried to control his body. He could feel Evelyn watching him, and again cursed the fact he had to leave.

Evelyn fought the urge to molest Nick right there. They both had places to be, and if she couldn't control herself around him now, she knew it was going to be hell waiting until he got off duty. She watched as he finished dressing, and then stifled a groan as he turned around smiling, holding his jacket. 

"I'll call you," he said, as he made his way to the door. 

Evelyn couldn't help herself any longer, she pushed him up against the door and kissed him hard and passionately.

Nick groaned into the kiss as heat blossomed throughout his body. When he had finally managed to control his response to her, she dumped fuel on the embers, making them erupt back into life. He deepened the kiss, pressing his arousal against her, his jacket falling to the floor. Breaking the kiss, he panted and pushed Evelyn back slightly, "Damn, now that was a goodbye kiss."

"Mmm, yes it was, be safe Nick," she said and turned away.

Nick groaned as he watched her walk away in her silk robe. Reluctantly, he picked up his jacket and pulled the door open, stepping out into the hall. It was going to be hell waiting forty-eight hours before he could see her again.

# # #

The first thing Evelyn saw as she approached the cafe was a blur of red, as Natalie crashed into her. "Evelyn! I have so much to tell you!" Natalie squealed, crushing her in a tight hug.

"So do I, and we have to talk..." she said, as she stepped towards the table Natalie had already claimed with her bag. 

"You had a good time, didn't you?" knowing exactly what Evelyn wanted to talk about, the gift she had left for her.

Remembering the heated night made her cheeks flame. Now that she had come down from the high, she couldn't believe how she behaved. Never in her life had she been the sexual woman she was last night. "It was good..."

"Don't be shy Ev," prodded Natalie as she sat down.

"Well he does have a big..." Evelyn blushed again and looked around to see if anyone was watching her.

"I knew he'd have a big hose. What they say about hands and feet is so true." said Natalie and laughed. "You obviously did have sex with him. I just can't believe you're still so shy about sharing the details with me."

"I know, but you know I'm not like that. When did you have the opportunity to stash that...stuff, in my purse?"

"When Nick was on stage and you were busy drooling over him. Tell me, did you get any use out of that vibrator?" Natalie giggled.

Evelyn's face turned an even brighter shade of red as she squeaked. The memories of what she did to Nick in the heat of the moment with the small vibrator made her feel light-headed, but it also fuelled the arousal she thought was under control. 

"Oh. My. God. What did you do with it? Your face is dark red. Confess. I know something happened with it," said Natalie, acting genuinely surprised, and leaning further onto the table to try and get Evelyn to tell the sordid details. 

"I...I...God, I can't say it," stuttered Evelyn, looking around the room to make sure no one was watching them.

"Damn girl, you really went for it. I never once thought you would." said Natalie, awed, her hand propped under her chin.

"Well, I think I have you to thank for it, if you hadn't snuck that...stuff into my purse, I don't think it would have been as hot."

"Glad I could help, and it does look like you had an awesome time. I certainly did with my fireman. I got his number, and I'll be seeing him again after his shift." Natalie was gloating now.

The waiter brought out two coffees and set them down on the table. "I ordered for both of us. Saves us time waiting for it, and since I know exactly what you like to eat." 

"Thanks Nat, so tell me about your date with Christian." Evelyn was a bit relieved to have the focus taken off of her.

"Oh it was amazing. He took me to a restaurant next to a nightclub. They had a band so we had live music while we ate. We're going to the beach for our next date. He surfs, so we're going to have a little competition to see which one of us is better," she grinned. "So, give me some details Evelyn."

"It was perfect. His father owns an Italian restaurant, and we had fantastic food. But we didn't get to talk much...we were, um, a little distracted," Evelyn blushed again.

"Sounds like you couldn't wait to get into his pants. Christian teased me for hours. After dinner, he took me into the club. It was hot in there, the atmosphere was electrifying not just the fact that it was hot in there, having hot muscle pressed up against you doesn't help the situation." Natalie played with her coffee cup, her fingers running over it."Then afterwards, he tormented me enough until we ended up against his car. Damn, what that man can do with his lips." Natalie closed her eyes..

"You really did it in the parking lot?" asked Evelyn shocked, although she didn't really know why she would be. Natalie was so much more adventurous than she.

"Yes it was surprising, but then I got a little payback of my own." She looked cocky now, "I played with him the whole way back to his apartment." Her grinned widened further, "Damn Christian is such an animal. I love it. I've never had a man before that isn't afraid to give me everything."

"What if you got caught doing that out there in public?"

"That was part of the thrill, it was so hot." She shifted in her seat.

"I don't think I'd ever be able to do that," said Evelyn, looking down at her hands in her lap.

"Well you might surprise yourself. You've already been more adventurous than I thought you'd ever be," said Natalie.

The waiter came back and brought their food. "Well... yeah I have haven't I? I have to work today, and I don't want to." 

"I would have loved nothing more than to just lie in bed with my hunky fireman, but he had to work too."

"Exactly how I felt this morning when Nick told me he had to work for two days straight," sighed Evelyn.

"Two days is not very long. Soon enough, we'll be meeting our men for our next dates," said Natalie, smiling again.

"It's at least something to look forward to," said Evelyn, as Natalie's phone beeped.

"Damn, Amalya can't make it. She says something important came up."

"I was looking forward to meeting up with her again. It's been too long since we caught up."

"I know. She said she'll be available tomorrow though for dinner." said Natalie. 

"I'll be there," said Evelyn.

"I'll make the time then," said Natalie, as she picked up her phone and began texting their friend to set up the date.



# # #

The rush of Evelyn's goodbye kiss still hadn't completely faded by the time Nick walked into the firehouse. He wanted to carry this feeling with him for as long as he could, his skin charged with electricity at the remembered contact of Evelyn's velvety soft lips pressing against his. Stopping for a moment and leaning against the wall, Nick took a deep breath to calm the buzz flooding his body. Distractions on the job were dangerous, he knew that. 

The heavy backpack slid off one of his shoulders and hung as he walked towards the locker room. When he entered, he looked around expecting at least someone to be in here, then a voice called out to him.

"Morning Nick, did you have a good night?" asked Nicola as she walked around the lockers. When he grinned at her, her heart skipped at beat. 

"Yeah I had a good night, what about you?"

"It was good enough," she said. It would have been good if that slutty bitch hadn't had her paws all over you, she thought.

"Great where is everyone?" 

"Angus is in the living area and Kate is in the garage, but everybody else is still coming in. Some doctor's assistant called and said Leo is going to be out today with a stomach virus."

"That's interesting, he didn't seem sick last night, but then again, viruses come on quickly and can be very nasty, not pleasant at all." Nick put his bag away in his locker. 

Nicola stood and watched him. She loved the way his muscles moved under his shirt.

Before Nicola could get further into their conversation, Christian walked in with a cheesy grin plastered over his face. "Hey Nicola, have a good night?" He walked between her and Nick to his locker. The spell was broken.

Disappointed, she pried her gaze away from Nick and addressed the other man, "Yes, I'll go see what Kate is doing," she said before stepping out the door. That always happens! We just started really talking and we're interrupted. We will get to be alone soon. I know he wants me as much as I want him. I can see it on his face. The way he smiles at me. She still needed a plan though, some way to get Nick away from all these distractions so they could spend some quality time together.

***

"Hey Christian, you're in a good mood, did you have fun last night. Was she as wild as you thought she'd be?" asked Nick, as he sat down on the bench.

"Oh man, you have no idea. Wild is an understatement, she rocked my world," he said, then pulled open his locker and put his bag away. Nick noticed his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. 

"So you finally found a woman to match your kinkiness," chuckled Nick. He got up from the bench and propped himself against the locker, looking at his best friend.

"Oh yeah, I think I have, we're going out to the beach after this shift for a second date, how did you get on with that brunette?"

Lust clouded Nick's eyes as he remembered her touch and how it felt to be with her. The memories assaulted his mind enough that he had to control the groan that threatened to escape when, and he looked up at Christian, "The same as you, I think, but not as wild as your night, apparently, but wow, she's one amazing woman."

"I'd like to know how Leo got on. I personally know the woman he left with, and let's just say she's not your average woman," said Christian with a smirk. "In fact, she's quite the extraordinary woman."

"Nicola said that a 'doctor's assistant' called to say he had a stomach virus. Like we'd believe that," grinned Nick.

"Of course not, he's tied up I'd imagine. I know Amalya, and she is a wild woman."

The alarms rang. Nick jumped to attention and Christian quickly shut his locker door before they raced to the garage. The intercom buzzed as they called to each other, "I'm so pumped, I need to do something other than talk to you all day about my sex life," said Christian.

Abandoned warehouse fire at 95 Junction Road, unidentified chemicals and goods stored inside, proceed with caution, came from the intercom.

"We'll be there for hours," grumbled Christian, as they entered the garage and started gearing up.

"It's at least something to do," Nick whacked him on the back and put on his bunker pants.

***

Nicola watched Nick as he put on his gear, and decided the time to approach him would be after the fire call. She'd get him some place quiet in the station and finally get some private time with him. It was obvious in her mind, that he wanted her, with all the looks they exchanged, the smiles he gave her. She knew he had wanted her to bid on him at the auction, and that he, too, was disappointed the slut outbid her. That would have been a perfect opportunity for them to have their dream date without gossip from the other men at the station.

She finished getting ready and climbed onto the truck as they left for the scene of the fire.



# # #

The heavy scent of wood smoke combined with the noxious burning oil sparked the surge of adrenaline pumping through Nick's veins. He was wired now, ready to go into battle with the demon devouring the warehouse.

"Donovan, Cardenas, you're on the west side of the building. The report we've gotten is that there are pallets of timber involved with barrels of oil stored close by," the captain spoke through the radio. Thick, black plumes of smoke spiraled up towards the sky, blocking the sun.

"Looks like we get all the fun," Christian grinned, as Nick looked up at the towering plume with the flames licking out a set of broken windows. 

"My kind of fire." said Nick. He pulled his helmet on and tugged the air tanks up on his shoulders, and then jumped out the truck. Running around to the hose wheel, he picked up the heavy rubber hose, carrying it towards the smashed out window that the streamed billowing black smoke. Adrenaline surged through him as they approached the entrance.

"Ready Nick?" called Christian through their radio.

"Go ahead, let's fight this bitch."

The rush of power Nick got from wielding the fire hose as it doused the angry devouring flames was intoxicating. It almost gave him the same thrill as rescuing trapped civilians, but the adrenaline drain afterwards was like a bad hangover. Soon the smoke lessened, allowing them to see the faint glow of the flames inside the blackened shell and through the gaps in the buckled door. 

"Proceed inside. Use extreme caution. We need this fire put out. There are confirmed volatile chemicals inside," ordered the captain. 

Once the door had been wedged open, Nick and his crew stepped inside. The heat assaulted him hard and heavy. It was a completely different world inside the burning warehouse. Smoke blocked out the natural light, creating an alien atmosphere illuminated only by the flames, making it difficult to see as they stepped through room. 

It was going to be one of those days when they wouldn't do anything once this job was done. His muscles burned from the strain of keeping the hose steady as they extinguished the timber pallets.

"East side clear," squawked the radio from inside his helmet as Nick looked around the room. The smoke hugged the ceiling like a malefic being as it crawled towards the broken door and heat shattered windows. Soon the smoke thinned out, as they finished extinguishing the last of the flames. They were lucky the warehouse had stone floors and steel supports, or it could have taken a lot longer to extinguish. 




The Obsession Ch. 03



"West side clear," Christian said through the radio, as sunlight started to break through the black shroud of smoke. 

Nick grunted with the sudden loss of tension in the hose as the water turned off. As soon as they stepped outside, he pulled off the helmet and opened the coat. He breathed a sigh of relief when cool air chilled his sweat-drenched shirt. "Always the worst part isn't it Christian?" 

"Oh yeah, " he said, pulling off his coat and dropping it onto the back of the truck. He grabbed the water bottles sitting on the bumper of the truck and handed one to Nick, drinking deeply.

"Mmm, much better," Nick sighed, once he had downed the water.

***

Nicola finished resetting the water pressure in the tanks and walked over to Nick and Christian as they stood behind the truck. She licked her lips as she watched Nick drink from the bottle, the strong cords of his neck pulsing as he swallowed, his sweat drenched shirt clung to his chest. Damp hair was plastered to his forehead, which gave him an even sexier appearance, and her mind strayed to whether he would be that sweaty after they had sex. Pulling her focus back to her plan, she was determined now to get him alone to talk to him.

***

"All clear inside, five minutes then we need to get back in there and check for hot spots. With all of the barrels and boxes and pallets inside, there's a lot of room for embers to hide," said the captain through the radio.

"At least we got a little break." said Christian.

"Yeah, that was a rush," Nick rolled his shoulders, the buzz from the high fading from his muscles, leaving a dull numbness.

Minutes later, Nick was back inside holding a poker, digging through the charred timber, the rich smell of burnt wood floating around kept him alert. "We won't be doing much of anything today unless we get another call out," said Nick to Christian as he poked a pile of charred paper.

"Oh yeah, feeling the burn now, but not even this is as good as last night though," Nick heard through his radio. He could hear the grin even though he couldn't see the other man's face. 

Nick smiled back, as he walked over to the pallets of timber and prodded the burnt wood. Ashes flew away in the cool breeze, clearing the remnants of smoke still curling around the blackened ceiling.

A loud creak came, followed by a groan as a large chunk from one of the ceiling panels fell down. "Nick! Watch out!" Christian called too late, as the panel fell from the ceiling and struck Nick solidly on the shoulder.

Nick yelled out in pain. He heard a pop as he fell to the floor. Moaning in pain, he heard Christian through the radio. "Nick! Where are you hurt?" as he hurried over to him.

"Damn it, my shoulder, I think it's dislocated, I felt it pop and it burns every time I try to move it," Nick's face grimaced in pain.

"I'll help you up. We need to get out of here. The ceiling isn't safe." said Christian as he grasped Nick's uninjured shoulder and helped him up to his feet, as the ceiling creaked again and another large piece of panel fell against the windows.

Nick grunted, gritting his teeth against the throbbing pain burning through his body. He heard Christian talking on his radio when they got outside and another crash sounded behind them.

A hiss of pain came from him as Christian pulled him down onto the back of the fire truck. "At times like this, it's good to have a trained medic around," Christian pulled off his helmet and helped Nick remove his helmet and coat. 

"Yeah, just hurry up and do it," said Nick through gritted teeth.

"Alright then, hold on." 

Christian gripped his arm then worked his hands up the tense muscle. When Nick's arm spasmed and a grunt of pain came from him, he knew he had found the right spot. With a quick, sharp tug, the joint popped and groaned loudly as it set back into place. Nick roared in agony as the fiery pain seared straight down his arm and across his back. 

"What's going on?" asked Nicola as she walked from around the side of the truck.

"Nick dislocated his shoulder. I set it back in place, but it's going to be a few days before he can use it properly," said Christian.

"It feels better now. It just aches," said Nick as he tried to rotate his shoulder, but thought twice, not wanting to dislocate it again.

The captain said as he approached them, surveying the scene, "That's good Donovan. That means it wasn't a full dislocation. I'll get the paperwork filled out, and I expect you to take it easy. I'm giving you medical leave. Get that shoulder better again and I'll see you on shift again in four days. I'll need an incident report for the file, Cardenas."



The Obsession Ch. 03



Dearest readers, 

I foolishly submitted chapter two incorrectly causing the file to be unreadable and therefore, reasonably rejected, and so it came to you late. That is simply unacceptable. You deserve better than that. You've given me your precious time, attention and feedback, and in return I've given you a late submission. 

Shame on me. 

I think some compensation is in order... how about an early release of chapter three? 

Enjoy. And please come back next week for chapter four. 

***** 

Chapter 3 

As Magnus finished up his notes from the last interview of the day, he thought about the events of the previous night. 

'So she's lost interest in me. 

It was bound to happen. 

She's probably a very promiscuous woman. 

Possibly even a nymphomaniac.' 

He logged off of his laptop. 

"I should probably get myself tested." 

"What was that?" 

Annette asked as she entered his office. 

"Oh- nothing." 

He replied nervously. 

"So did you make a list?" 

"For what?" Magnus asked his assistant. 

"The furniture you need." 

"Oh, right..." He realized he had completely forgotten about Annette's offer to take him shopping. 

"If you'd rather go some other time..." 

"No, no- I'd love to go today. It just slipped my mind." 

Annette placed a notepad and pen in front of Magnus. 

"Come on, write your list while I shut down the computers so we can get out of here." 

Magnus smiled and got to work while Annette closed her reception station outside his office down for the day. 

Between Annette's bargain savvy and Magnus' interior decorating skills and easy going nature; the two made quick work of finding tables, chairs, a work desk and various odds and ends for his apartment. Annette had even shown him a few bike shops, and he found a sturdy mountain bike he could now use to traverse his new town. Magnus was finishing up the paperwork to have his new bed delivered when Annette came back from the restroom with an idea. 

"Hey, how about we check out that new sushi place that just opened up on Sutter Street?" 

"I would, but the guys from the last store just called and they can deliver the desk tonight after all. They said they'd stop by sometime between six and eight." 

"Yeah..." Annette conceded, after checking her phone to find that it was almost five P.M. 

"There's no way we'd get back in time. Want a lift home?" She offered. 

"Actually, I'd like to try out my new bike." 

"You Europeans and your bikes! You just can't wait to get that thing on the road can you?" 

Annette snickered. 

"Okay, you've got me there. I really miss riding a bike." 

Magnus laughed in agreement. 

"I'm just teasing. It's actually really commendable that you take such good care of your body and your environment." 

"So, you want to purchase one and we ride together?" 

"God no! It's forty five degrees and dropping on a chilly autumn evening, you madman! It might be commendable, but it's still crazy!" 

Magnus laughed and the two said their goodbyes as he zipped his jacket up, then made his way home. 

The ride was breezy and crisp. Magnus enjoyed the view of the orange-pink sky on this unusually sunny November afternoon. He felt bad about lying to Annette, but he really wanted to ride home in the sunlight. He didn't want her to think he was ditching her for a bike ride- even though that was exactly what he was doing. 

The cool weather was a welcome contrast to the intense California heat. He had only stayed there for two weeks, but that was all he needed to remind him of how unequipped he was for warmer temperatures. He unzipped his jacket enough to let the breeze caress his torso and run down his back as he coasted down the block towards his building; enjoying what was left of his ride home. 

As Magnus waited for the elevator, he heard laughter coming from Cassie's apartment. He peered down the hall, but quickly returned to his 'Waiting for the elevator' stance as her door began to open. 

"Thanks again for watching 'The Diva'." 

Said a white haired, older man as he stepped out of Cassie's apartment, followed by a small woman who appeared to be in her fifties. She had long spring green hair that looked to be a wig, but a lovely one that fell in soft waves down her back. She wore snug fitting denim jeans and a black pea coat. They were an attractive older couple. Between them was the familiar white poodle; tail wagging as usual. 

The tiny dog immediately spotted Magnus and ran over to him. 

"Hello, Hedy Lamarr." He greeted. 

The toy poodle pranced and twirled for her new found company and stood up on her back legs, asking to be picked up. Magnus reached down and scooped up the happy dog as she licked and nuzzled him as though he were a long lost friend. He laughed, delighted by the affectionate little dog. 

"You know my baby?" 

Asked the puzzled green-haired woman. 

"I saw her with Cassie yesterday. She's a very nice dog." 

"Oh, yes. My baby is one of the greatest show dogs of all time! You can catch her act at the children's center at Petersburg Hospital every Saturday." Said Hedy's proud owner. 

"I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met." 

Said the older gentleman, extending his hand to Magnus. 

"I'm Jack Epson." 

Magnus shook his hand graciously as he held Hedy to his chest with his other arm. 

"You're my landlord..." He said cheerfully. "How very nice to meet you. Thank you so much for the fruit basket! It was much needed... I'm Magnus Bjornssen." 

"Ahh! Dr. Bjornssen! Nice to finally meet you. My apologies for not dropping by, I've been a little busy lately. Here, let's get her leash on and pass her back to her manager before she kisses half your face off!" He said, taking the excited dog from a now very soggy-faced Magnus. 

"This is my wife, Angela." 

"How do you do." Angela curtsied. 

Angela cupped her hand to her mouth and turned to Cassie who was still standing at her door. 

"He's handsome." 

She pretended to whisper as she knew full well that the doctor could hear her. Cassie half chuckled despite herself while, but shook her head and quickly looked away with crossed arms. Magnus blushed as he took a napkin out of his pocket and wiped his face. 

"Don't mind her, she's just boy crazy!" Joked Jack. "Unless of course you're into older women... and in that case-" 

Jack raised his fist and curled them inward in a fisticuffs fashion. 

Magnus laughed while holding his hands up in a surrender. 

"Whoo..." 

The folly was interrupted by Angela, who suddenly seemed quite dizzy. Cassie quickly reached out to her and pulled her close, bracing her while she shook off the dizziness. 

"I'm sorry, Doc. I'm gonna have to cut it short; but if you need anything you give me a call. Cassie, you two gonna be okay? I'm gonna go bring the car around." 

"I'm fine, honey it's just the new medicine." Angela said, steadying herself at a failed attempt to reassure her concerned husband. 

"Well I know I've had a long one and I'm ready to hit the hay. Your old man is gonna have to be a party pooper tonight." He winked at his wife. "See ya kiddo." He said to Cassie as she smiled and waved. 

Angela smiled lovingly at her husband as he went off to get their car. 

Magnus said goodnight to the women and boarded the elevator which had arrived a minute ago during his brief conversation with Jack. After the elevator door closed, Cassie closed her door and leaned on it while she watched Hedy perform a few flips. The little dog was careful not to pull on her leash, as she daintily jumped and twirled. The two women allowed the dog to entertain them for a few moments. 

"Do you ever hang it up for the night?" Cassie said, looking down at the curly dog. 

"The show must go on." Angela proudly announced. She then turned to Cassie. 

"You didn't tell me he was hot!" 

"He's... alright." 

"Liar!" She poked Cassie's arm, accusingly. 

Cassie giggled. She knew Magnus was attractive. But what she didn't know, was that he was also stealthy. Magnus had taken the elevator up, only to lay his bicycle against his apartment door before he silently crept down the stairs to listen in on their conversation. And as he stood in the stairwell, holding a hand to his mouth to keep from laughing, he was glad he decided to eavesdrop. 

"He's hot and you know it!" 

"Meh." Cassie shrugged. 

"He's like a young Chuck Connors." 

"Or an old Mads Mikkelson." Said Cassie, seemingly unimpressed. 

"The Hannibal guy? Nooo... well... maybe. But I think they're about the same age. That doctor might be a little younger. A little hotter too." Angela said with a sly look. 

"A little hotter?" She asked skeptically. 

Angela nodded. 

"Than Mads Mikkelson?" She questioned with disbelief. 

Angela nodded again. "He reminds me of that vampire you like with his blonde hair and his little fangs." 

"I want some of those pills you're on." Cassie stated as she brought her hands to her hips. 

Angela laughed heartily before gently swatting Cassie. 

"You're so mean! Did you see how wide his shoulders were? And his legs were like tree trunks! Just look at the size of the bike he rides... that's a big man." 

"Meh. Kinda gangly." 

"He was NOT gangly!" 

Cassie giggled at Angela's offense. 

"He was big! And strong! And I bet he's big in other places too..." 

Cassie buried her head in her hand, chuckling as she blushed a little. 

It was nice spending time with Angie while she wasn't in the hospital, but Cassie couldn't help but give in to the reality that her friend would soon be facing the same hell she stepped out of this past spring. 

"Stop it!" Said Angie, somehow aware of Cassie's thoughts. 

"It's just not fair." Said Cassie, tearing up; her voice crackling. "There's so many shitty people on the planet that deserve to be sick-" 

Angela grabbed Cassie and held her tight. 

"Shh! Hush it! I'm old, I'm tired, and I'm okay with it. I've lived a long life and I'm ready to go." 

"You're not old!" Said Cassie, pushing away. 

"I'm seventy two years old!" 

"Yeah, but you look like you're fifty. Stop acting like a little old bitty!" 

Angela smiled. She knew that all she had to do to was pick on herself to get Cassie all riled up. Anything was better than seeing her Cassie upset. 

"And where's Carla through all this?" 

"You know. All wrapped up in her own life." 

"Too wrapped up to be with her mother? You gave her everything when she needed you. I should go to her penthouse and punch her right in her fucking face!" 

Angela burst out in laughter. 

"I stopped letting her selfishness get to me a long time ago. Besides, I have my Jack, my Cassie, and Little Miss Hedy Lamarr; and that's all I need. But I'll think about letting you sock Carla right off her high horse because after all, That would be hilarious." 

Cassie and Angela both shared a laugh. 

"How far away did he park?" Inquired Cassie as she checked the time on her phone. 

"He didn't want to take the last space out front in case anyone from the building needed it, so he parked a couple blocks down." 

"He's always putting himself last." 

"No, he just puts everyone else first. That's why I love him." 

Cassie smiled with Angela. 

"And I love you too." Angela said as she lightly pinched Cassie's arm. "That's why I want to see you happy before I move on." 

Cassie looked to her friend. 

"But I am happy." 

Angela smirked at Cassie. 

"You know what I mean. I'm leaving Hedy to you, and I don't want her sitting around watching you type your little stories while you wait for your hair to turn gray!" 

Cassie chuckled. 

"I'm serious! If I pass, Jack's gonna move out to Florida and live out his retirement playing golf and taking boat rides. Carla will probably squeeze a few tears out before she goes back to not giving a shit- so she'll be fine. But Hedy's only three years old, she needs an owner with glamour and romance in her life! Why don't you ask that doctor out? I think Jack said he's single." 

Cassie looked away and crossed her arms. 

"He's not my type." 

"Bull! That man is every woman's type!" 

"Not mine." Replied Cassie. 

Jack Epson walked into the lobby and met his wife as Cassie walked them out and hugged them both. She then walked back to her apartment and went inside. 

"Not her type?" Magnus whispered to himself in the stairwell. 

'I was you're type when you were drinking my come. 

When you were fucking my face.' 

He thought to himself, annoyed by Cassie's remarks. 

'And what the hell is 'gangly'?' 

He turned to walk upstairs but stopped in the middle of the first flight. 

"No. You won't get away that easy tonight, Prinsesse." 

He turned around and made his way down the stairs to Cassie's apartment. He prepared himself for whatever game Cassie thought she had in store for him tonight, and took a deep breath. He raised his hand to knock, but before he did, he realized something- He never heard her lock her door. 

Magnus quietly turned the doorknob and found no resistance. He wickedly grinned to himself before returning to a serious state. 

'No. This is wrong.' 

But before he could walk away, he heard something. 

It was Cassie. She was crying. 

Magnus was immediately saddened by the idea of her hurting. He placed his hand against the door, wishing he could hold her. 

'To hell with it.' 

"Cassie..." He knocked frantically. "Cassie!" 

"What. The FUCK?... ... ... WHAT?" 

He was taken back by her annoyance, but glad that she had answered him. 

He thought for a second. 

"It was wrong of me... to come here last night." He continued. "I may have annoyed your friend's little dog. I'm sorry." 

There was no response. 

"I raised my voice, and I was out of line." 

He thought for a moment. 

"I was very disobedient." 

Still no response. 

He waited a for a second and grinned. 

"Perhaps I should be punished." 

He waited until he finally heard her voice from behind the door. 

"Alright. Fuck off. That's your punishment." 

Magnus pressed his head against the door and sighed, brainstorming his next move. Appealing to her ego didn't work; he figured perhaps he should appeal to her sympathy. 

"But Prinsesse, I'm so tired... and my back hurts so badly..." He lied. 

"I'd give anything to sleep in a bed." 

Magnus actually enjoyed sleeping on the floor, but he knew Cassie didn't know that. He waited for what seemed like an eternity. 

"I could pay you." He offered in desperation. 

"I'll take cash. Or booze." She answered immediately. 

"Booze?" He repeated the unfamiliar word quizzically. 

"Liquor. Hard." 

"Ah- Sprut!" 

He ran upstairs to his apartment, brought his bike inside, then riffled through his suitcase until he felt a familiar item. He pulled out a gift box. He removed the ribbon and opened it, marveling at the contents. He pulled a bottle of liquor out of the gift box and ran back downstairs. 

"Cassie?" Knocked Magnus. 

"What?" 

"I have what you requested." 

Cassie cracked her door open. Magnus smiled and took out his wallet. 

"I have about eighty dollars in my wallet." He said, shuffling though it. 

"Or this." Magnus held out the bottle of liquor for Cassie to inspect. 

She squinted her eyes at the label. 

She took put her phone to her mouth. 

"Aal-borg... Taf-fel Ak-va-vit... nineteen sixty." 

She carefully read the label into her phone. It beeped, and she read the screen. 

"That's worth almost two hundred bucks." She said to Magnus, who simply smiled. 

"Oh-kay." She said before grabbing the bottle, then the cash from his wallet. 

Magnus chuckled before following her into her apartment. 

Cassie went into the kitchen and came out with two rocks glasses. She sat down at her dining room table and cracked open the expensive spirit. 

"Where'd you get this?" She asked, smelling the cap inquisitively. 

"My birthday passed while I was in California, and my father had it sent to me as a gift." 

"Well... I don't like drinking alone, so that means you get to drink some of your birthday booze." She said as she poured a shot into each glass. 

"Lucky me." Said Magnus with a smile as Cassie slid him a glass. 

"This is the second time you've allowed me to enjoy one of my own gifts. How generous you are, my Prinsesse." 

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Cassie said as she gulped down her first shot. 

"It means-" 

"I know what it means, I'm not a fucking idiot. The word is almost the same in english." She said in an annoyed tone as she poured another shot. 

Magnus took a sip of his Akvavit. "Are you not my princess?" 

Cassie looked away, refusing to answer. 

She walked over to her purse with her drink in hand, grabed it, opened a window and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Magnus watched her every move. 

"I didn't know you smoked." 

She shrugged as she took a drag. Magnus walked over to her and knelt down at her feet. She was wearing a pair of skintight, black courdoroy leggings, pink maryjanes, a white cami top and her black cardigan. Her legs were crossed. 

"May I?" Magnus asked, pointing to her feet. 

Cassie stared at him for a second before curiosity got the best of her and she pointed her foot at him. 

Magnus removed the pink maryjane before bringing her bare foot to his mouth and planting a kiss on the bottom of it. 

"Eww!" Said Cassie as she pulled her foot away. 

Magnus laughed. 

"Such adorable little feet you have." He said as he gently took her foot back into his hands. 

"I'm a size nine." Cassie stated in difience. 

"Tiny." Magnus reiterated. 

"What size are you?" 

Magnus thought for a second. "In American size... thirteen... I suppose." 

"Thirteen?" Said Cassie in disbelief. "That's like a woman's size fifteen." 

Magnus smiled and shrugged. 

Cassie had to admit to herself that her foot did look tiny in Magnus' hand. Actually... everything of hers did. 

Since puberty, Cassie had always had a thick, curvy figure. It was a strange feeling to be so completely dwarfed by someone. She'd never thought of herself as dainty or petite; but it was actually kind of... nice. Magnus rubbed the sole of Cassie's foot is a circular motion with his thumbs. Cassie grited her teeth, trying desperately to conceal the fact that his hands were sending bolts of pleasure up her leg. She sipped the smooth, rich, caraway seed flavored liquor and took another puff of her cigarette as Magnus continued on to her other foot. 

"What brand do you smoke?" Asked Magnus, curiously. 

Cassie looked at him and exhaled a large puff of smoke. Magnus inhaled, then smiled devilishly. 

"My naughty, naughty girl." He said, reffering to the distinct scent of cannabis. 

Cassie pulled her feet away. 

"I'm not your girl." She said as she stood up, put her joint out in an ashtray, and walked back to the Akvavit. 

Magnus followed her, once again falling at her feet. "My... Mistress?" 

He looked up at her with a pleading, angelic expression. Cassie placed her bare foot onto Magnus' crotch and pressed firmly. 

"Is that what you want?" She asked him menacingly. 

"If that's what you want." He answered. 

"Why do you keep coming here?" 

"Why do you keep letting me in?" 

Magnus leaned forward and began kissing Cassie's leg. As his kisses trailed upward, she could feel him stiffening under her foot. 

"Stop." She pushed on his forehead with her palm to no avail. 

"I said stop!" She exclaimed as she attempted to flee. Magnus grabed her waist and pulled her into him, nuzzling her belly. 





The Obsession Ch. 03



"Stop!" 

Without releasing his grip, Magnus looked up at her in disbelief. 

"Are you... giggling?" 

Cassie covered her mouth in an attempt to hide her expression. 

"You are! I make you giggle." He said teasingly. "Well; pot and Akvavit make you giggle, but I'll take it." he said, contently. 

He rose to his feet and took Cassie's empty glass from her as she continued the struggle to hold in her laughter. 

"How about we have a talk?" Said Magnus as he refresshed their glasses. 

"About what?" 

"I don't know. 

How about our landlord. He seems nice. 

So does his wife. What was her name aga-" 

"I don't wanna talk about them." 

"Alright." Said Magnus handing her a glass. 

"What would you like to talk about?" 

"Your dick!" 

Magnus snorted, trying desperately to keep from performing a spit-take with the expensive alcohol. 

"Why the hell is it so goddamn big?!" Cassie blurted, swaying a little. 

Magnus forced the sip down his throat and glanced at her. It was nice seeing her all loose and tipsy; a welcome contrast to her usual cool demeanor. 

"I don't know... it's... proportional, I suppose." He chuckled. 

"I wanna see it." She purred playfully. 

Magnus grinned at her, then he placed his glass on the table. He walked over to her, unzipped his pants and presented himself to her. Cassie wrapped her hands around his rapidly hardening erection. 

"Mmm..." She said taking another swig of her drink while stroking him. 

"I wanna fuck it." She giggled. 

"Would you like me to make you feel good, Prinsesse?" 

Cassie nodded while mischieviously biting her bottom lip. 

Magnus leaned down and kissed Cassie. His toungue danced with hers, tasting the familiar flavor of his favorite spirit. His fingers traveled under the elastic band of her pants and into her panties. He caressed the tiny wisp of hair, relishing the feeling of her soft curls. 

"You're already wet for me, Prinsesse." He whispered as he reached her seeping lips. 

"I've been wet since you were kissing on my belly." Cassie giggled. 

"So you like your Viking-Angel after all?" Asked Magnus. 

Cassie continued to giggle and stroke him. Magnus hated to interupt her soft stroking, but he had to have her. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the halfwall counter that separated the kitchen and the diningroom, and placed her on top of it. He then eagerly pulled off her pants and took off her sweater. He got inbetween her legs and pulled her to him as she moaned and giggled the entire way. 

Magnus leaned down and parted Cassie's pussy with his tongue. 

She moaned as he began to flutter onto her clit. 

"Mmm... make me come like you did the first night." Cassie moaned. 

"Do you like the way I lick your pussy, Cassie?" He asked as he masaged her with his fingers and waited for her answer with anticipation. 

"I fucking love the way you lick my pussy!" She said before showing his face back into her. 

Magnus smiled as he licked and sucked at a writhing, moaning Cassie. 

She was so wet and swollen that it was hard to keep a hold of her as he parted her lips with his thumbs while continuing to lash at her with his tongue. Before he could explore her with his fingers, she began to shake and buck. She grabbed two fistsfuls of his silky hair and moaned loudly as Magnus slid his hands under her bottom and pulled her close, licking her untill a long, whining climax washed over her. 

"I love pleasing you, Prinsesse." Whispered Magnus as he gently kissed Cassie's open flower. 

He made sure to avoid touching her hyper sensitive clitorous as she was still writhing at his touch. He stood up and placed his erection on top of her, sliding himself over her drooling sex. A bead of precum made it's way down the tip of his penis and onto her stomach as he slicked his hair back into place. 

"Please Magnus." Cassie whimpered as she brought her feet up onto the edge of the counter and pushed herself up on her heels. 

Magnus watched her, savoring the moment. 

"Please baby... you're so damned sexy you make my pussy ache! I need you so fucking bad..." 

Magnus snickered. 

"I'll be buying you lots of Akvavit from now on, Prinsesse." 

Cassie groaned, bucking at him impatiently. Magnus angled himself with her opening and allowed her to grind herself onto him. 

"Mmm... that's my sweet girl!" He called to her as pleasure began to course through his body. 

"Ahh! Yes..." She moaned as she savored her victory. 

Magnus allowed Cassie to grind away at her own pace at first, but now he could no longer stand it. He grabbed ahold of her and pulled her towards him until her bottom was nearly hanging off the counter. He then leaned over her and slowly drove himself completely into her. She moaned, lifting herself onto her elbows. Magnus wraped his hands around her pelvis and lifted her up, driving her into him as he pumped himself into her with thunderous force. 

"Ahh! You're so fucking thick- you feel so good!" She bellowed. 

He savored the way her body felt in his hands and how tightly she wrapped around him as he pistoned into her. 

"Du elsker den måde, jeg kneppe dig... "(You love the way I fuck you...) He grunted. 

"...ikke? GØR DET IKKE?" (...don't you? DON'T YOU?) 

"Yes babe... please don't stop..." She whispered. 

Without breaking stride Magnus looked at her, puzzled. 

He could have sworn she understood him. 

Cassie tensed and began to spasm. 

"Mnh... Prinsesse... you know what happens when you start comming on me like that." 

"I want it..." 

Magnus groaned, attempting to supress his orgasm. 

"...please Magnus... I need your come so fucking bad!" 

That was all it took to make him lose control as he began to fill her with his semen. 

She placed her hands over his, grinding her spasming pussy onto him as they both moaned like furious animals, completely lost within one another. 

His body jerked a few times as the last bit of his essence poured into her. Then he fell onto her, completely spent. Cassie could feel his sweat seeping through his dress shirt as he panted. 

She giggled beneath him. 

"What's so funny?" 

He asked between breaths. 

"You never took off your doctor clothes!" She laughed. 

Magnus stood up and looked down at her chuckling in her tipsy state. As much as he loved seeing her so carefree, he had to bring the reality of the situation to her attention. 

"Cassie, if I keep coming inside of you they'll be a little one runing around here before long." He said to her as he caressed her belly with his thumb. 

Cassie giggled. 

"You think that's funny?" He asked with a warm smile. 

"I'm wearing a diaphragm, silly!" 

Magnus looked at her questionably. "When did you put that in?" 

"When you went up to get the booze." 

He was silent for a few moments. 

"What about the first time?" 

"Pfftt-When I went into the bathroom!" Cassie confessed, cracking up. 

"Hmm." Magnus said to himself as he slowly pulled out of her. 

Cassie took a shower, and Magnus helped himself to her bathroom afterwards. She put on his dress shirt and rolled up the sleeves which hung well past her hands. She marveled at the quality of the maroon dress shirt as she fixed herself another drink. She showered and walked over to the kitchen and looked down at the barely eaten, homemade pizza on her stove. Magnus stepped out in his underwear and joined her. 

"Looks good. Is that from the shop down the street?" 

"I made it." Said Cassie as she took a sip. 

"It's margherita pizza, Angie's favorite. I made for her. Here." 

She said, passing him the entire pan."You might as well take it." 

"But it's for Angie." He protested. 

"She couldn't even finish half a slice-" Cassie began to cry as Magnus took the pan and drink from her and placed them on the stove. 

He then took Cassie into his arms and held her as she continued to cry. 

"I can't loose her. She's the closest thing I have to a mother." 

Cassie wept uncontrolably as Magnus rocket and soothed her, wishing he could take her pain away. 

He put the pizza inside of her refridgerator, picked her up, carried her to her bed and laid her down. Then he climbed in after her. He pulled her close, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her wavy hair as he tenderly kissed the top of her head. Her breathing changed, as she was already asleep. As he caressed her and slowly drifted off, he realized that this was the most relaxed he had been since he came to this country. 

In fact- it was the most content he had been in years.



The Obsession Ch. 04



One thing Nick knew was that being one armed really sucked. Every time he moved his injured shoulder, pain radiated down his arm and across his back. He held his towel closed over his hips as he looked around the locker room. Since he'd been given the shift off, he was back at the station to clean up and collect his stuff. 

Because the other men were still at the warehouse, it made what was already a difficult situation a little easier. He let go of the towel. It dropping to his ankles as he pulled open his locker, unaware of the eyes watching him. 

***

Nicola watched Nick with greedy eyes. She'd been assigned to assist Nick if he needed any help, after waiting around for him to finish in the shower she got back to the locker room just in time to see him drop his towel when he reached for his locker. Licking her lips, she took in his size, the water still dripping down his chest. Images of riding him filled her head; she could almost feel his girth spreading her, filling her completely. Nicola stifled a groan at the thought, and watched him pick up his towel and swipe the water from his legs.

Once he began putting on his boxers, her mind was made up she would render any assistance he needed. She knew a thing or two about massage, and it looked like he needed it, imagining the things she could do to his body to make him more comfortable. Licking her lips again, she salivated at the thought of his hard, rough muscles relaxing under her grip. Those massage lessons she took were finally going to pay off. 

She would wait until he finished getting ready before the pursuit began. She was going to have fun getting to know his body more personally, and she slipped away from the locker room still thinking of his proportions.

***

Nick groaned as he tugged his shirt over his shoulder, gritting his teeth as the pain stabbed into him like a searing hot poker. He felt so wiped out, he was going to go home and crash after taking the pain killers Christian gave him, before heading back to the warehouse. 

Picking up his wallet, he remembered what happened this morning. With a grin, he opened the billfold and slid out Evelyn's card. He looked at the address and grinned broadly. It was only a block away, and even though he could walk there from the station, he needed to get home afterwards, so he figured he would drive. A block wouldn't hurt too badly, he rationalized. Besides, if Evelyn could find an opening for him, a massage would help, and then he'd be able to drive home without as much pain.

***

Nicola wondered how long it was going to take Nick to get ready. He had to be ready soon or everyone else would be back, and she'd miss her chance to follow him, she thought as she leaned up against the brick alcove next to the exit. As soon as she finished that thought, the door creaked open and Nick stepped out, with his backpack over his uninjured shoulder. Before Nicola could approach him and ask him about helping with his shoulder, he got into his car. 

Moving quickly, Nicola slipped from the alcove and hurried towards her car. She would not lose this chance to get Nick alone. Taking care of him at his apartment was an even better idea, but she wondered why he was driving with his hurt shoulder. While she cared for his shoulder, she planned to ask him what was so important that he couldn't have gotten a taxi.

As he turned down the street, Nicola realized he wasn't going home. Curious, she followed him until he stopped in front of a set of shops. He slowly got out of his car. His pain-filled movements caused her to grimace as she saw him wince when he shut the door and stepped up onto the pavement. He pulled a door open to what she recognized as a therapeutic massage establishment.

She quickly got out of her car and discreetly looked in the massive storefront windows to see the slut that had taken Nick from her at the auction. Slut greeted him and then showed him the way past the front counter disappearing from sight. Furious anger boiled in her veins. How dare she continue this with him? Nick was hers, she would have him. The slut was getting in the way and she would have to dealt with now.

# # #

Evelyn sighed as she looked at the paperwork scattered all over her desk, knowing she would have rather spent this time in bed with Nick, but instead, she was drowning in forms. An open schedule for a few hours gave her time to finish filling out everything that piled up. She sighed and heard the door open. Slipping off her chair, Evelyn walked out of her office and stepped into the lobby.

She grinned broadly when she saw Nick dressed in his station uniform standing at the door, "Nick! Well this is a surprise!" she called walking over to him.

He tried to return the grin, "Had an accident at work, and dislocated my shoulder, so the captain made me take some medical leave. Then I remembered your business card. I don't know if you can fit me in, but a massage would be great right about now, my whole body aches, it was difficult to not think of you, now that I'm off work for a couple days."

"I have three hours until my next client shows up, so I can take care of you now if you'd like," said Evelyn.

"That would be good," said Nick, wincing. 

"Lets get those muscles relaxed then."

Evelyn led Nick towards the massage room and said, "I assume you've just recently showered?"

"Yeah, I had to, we dealt with an intense warehouse fire. I never knew how much it sucked having only one arm," Nick put his keys in his pocket, wincing as he pulled his shoulder. 

"Ok, I'll help you out of your shirt then you can get undressed and under the blanket," said Evelyn, as she approached him. 

Nick's breath hitched in his throat as the tips of her fingers touched his abs and seductively skimmed his shirt up.

Evelyn grinned as she felt his muscles twitch under her touch. She pressed her fingers in closer, brushing the fine hair on his pecs, pulling his shirt over his shoulder and down his injured arm.

"Ok, you can leave your boxers on if you want, put the blanket on over you and I'll be right back." 

Nick let out the breath he was holding as he watched her leave the room, his skin tingled from the slight touch of her fingers. He sat back onto the massage table and awkwardly pulled off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Then he slowly started to pull off his pants.

# # #

Evelyn's fingers still buzzed with the sensation of touching Nick's chest when she pulled off his shirt. She quickly prepared the massage oils, taking the bottle to the massage room. She knocked and then entered before he could respond. The sight of the thick bulge in his tight black boxers brought her to a dead stop as her eyes were immediately drawn to it, licking her lips as she remembered how large he really was. Thankfully, Nick didn't notice her staring at him when he looked up at her. She gazed deep into his molten brown eyes that seemed worn and tired, lines stretching from his eyes further emphasized his exhaustion.

"This will make you feel better Nick, I promise," Evelyn soothed, as Nick lay on the table and rested into the face mask

"Thanks, I've never actually had a professional massage before."

"The massage usually takes around an hour, sometimes more. It depends on how tense the client is."

Evelyn looked forward to spending over an hour touching his muscles, Nick was the most well sculpted man she'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. "Just relax. I'll start on your hurt shoulder. It will hurt until the oil has a chance to work into the muscle."

"I'm ready."

He couldn't wait to feel her hands on him again, an anxious tension settled into his muscles. 

Evelyn grinned as she applied the oil to his tight bicep, Nick jerked at her touch. His bronzed skin glistening under the oil, and he grunted as her fingers gently ran over the contour of his shoulder. She felt the throb of the muscle under her fingers, so she knew she needed to be delicate with this area. It was tender from the dislocation, so she gently spread the oil and reached under his arm to spread it. 

"After we're done, I have a shoulder brace for you to use. It'll give your shoulder more support so it will heal faster. I'll let the oil do its job to relax your muscle before I get into massaging you properly."

***

The pain and constant throb from his shoulder decreased the moment Evelyn's feather-light fingers brushed his shoulder, the oil relaxing his stressed body.

"It's starting to feel better now."

"Good, I'll get started then."

Nick groaned as her fingers pressed harder into his shoulder. Hot darts of pain shot through him as she rubbed and kneaded. He gritted his teeth as she stroked the knot, working it, each pass she took reduced the ache until all he felt was a dull, numbed throb. 

"That should have helped. Your type of dislocation was just simple bruising. If it was more serious, you'd be at home right now knocked out on pain meds. I've dislocated my knee once before, tore one of the ligaments. It wasn't fun at all."

"How did that happen?" asked Nick, concerned.

"It was stupid, really stupid. I was running late for class and I tripped on the edge of the concrete stairs at the college where I was studied for my massage certification. I hobbled on crutches for weeks."

"Damn, that doesn't sound fun at all, I've had experience with crutches before as well. When I first joined the firehouse, I sprained my ankle after a rough game of basketball. "

"Ouch, I'll be starting on your back now then I'll move onto your arms," said Evelyn, as she rubbed more oil onto her hands. 

Nick grunted his affirmation as he rested into the table more, he groaned as her hands swept over his back, a buzzing tingle moved across his skin where ever she touched him. He gasped as an unexpected surge of pleasure coursed through him as she massaged the base of his back. 

"That's one thing I forgot to tell you about Nick, therapeutic massages can hit the pleasure receptors; it's a natural reaction it happens all the time."

He mumbled something incoherent as her hands stroked his spine sending another hot spike of arousal through him.

She'd never been aroused when massaging a client, but with Nick, every time her hands touched his tight muscles and she felt them relax under her grip, she experienced tingles of pleasure up her arms. Nick's back glistened under the lights, her eyes locked on his flexing muscles as she applied more oil to her hands, and dug her fingers into his un-injured shoulder. 

Nick's pleasured moan fueled her arousal; his groans were so sexy, she was glad that she had hours to explore his body. She stroked the muscles of his arms, teasing and relaxing the muscles. Her breathing became shorter as the heat coming from Nick seemed to be resonating up her own arms, making her feel the same heat.

"Wow, Evelyn, this is amazing so far," mumbled Nick, as the buzz travelled up and down his body. His back still sensitized from her touch.

"Got quite a lot to go, I'll have you like jelly before I'm done," said Evelyn, and how she would enjoy it.



# # #

Nick had two problems, his muscles had gone limp and he had the biggest hard-on pushing out his boxers. He could feel the heat flooding into his cheeks as Evelyn told him to turn over.

Evelyn's eyes roved over his tight ass as she pulled the blanket off of his hips, it was time to get to his leg muscles. "Do you need help turning onto your back Nick?"

He grunted as he awkwardly rolled over, "You really worked wonders with my shoulder, there's only a dull throb there now."

Evelyn's eyes were drawn down Nick's chest to the prominent tent in his boxers; she couldn't resist the urge to lick her lips as she oiled her hands again. 

Evelyn admitted to herself shamelessly that she didn't need Nick on his back for this but wanted to stare at his chest while she massaged his legs. She didn't know where this new sex kitten came from, but it seemed to come out whenever she was around Nick for an extended time. 

***

Evelyn was driving him crazy with the hot looks, every time she licked her lips, he was reminded of what she had done with them the day before. He groaned as her hands wrapped around one of his ankles and started to massage him. Streaks of fire burned up his leg as the trapped tension was released.

Evelyn licked her lips again as she rotated her hands around his muscles, rubbing the tension from them. She looked up at him and caught his eyes, no longer worn, but alive with lust. Oh yeah, all her subtle teasing had gotten him aroused. She grinned at him and moved up his calf muscle, squeezing the tension from him.

Nick groaned as she rubbed his calf, more sensations shot up his leg, and directly into his throbbing cock. He would have to relieve himself in the shower when he washed the oil off. It was obvious how she was teasing him; Evelyn was far from the innocent woman he thought she was when he first met her. 

He was not expecting it when her thumbs scored up his thigh and pressed into his hip, it was like an electric jolt that had his legs spasming with pleasure, he groaned as she massaged his thigh, going a little further than one would expect from a masseuse. She was deliberately teasing him, he reminded himself, as another burst of sensation rocketed up his leg as she stroked the palm of his foot with her thumbs.

***

The new sex kitten that had seemingly taken her place, prompted her to be adventurous for once. She looked up at the clock and there was still just over two hours to go until her next client arrived. Thinking back to the conversation she had had with Natalie earlier today, she decided she was going to run with it. If her friend could be risqué and get away with it, so could she.

Evelyn quickly massaged Nick's other leg, stroking his muscles with alternating teasing caresses and deep, hard strokes.

Nick lay back against the table with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations as Evelyn stroked him. She was a goddess in his opinion, even though he had only known her for less then a day, he already felt a deep connection to her. He was broken from his thoughts as a sharp tug on his hips made his eyes pop open. Groaning at the sight before him, she had pulled his boxers from him and dropped them on the floor.

She smirked deviously like an imp and said, "One more thing then we're finished here."

Then she closed her hot oiled hands over his cock and stroked him between her palms rolling each part of him between her fingers. He gritted his teeth and growled as she sent hot surging pulses throughout his body from her touch. Evelyn was driving him to hell and back, and he moaned as her hands twisted around his cock, nearly strangling him with the heat and the pressure of her touch. 

If he didn't break out of her hold soon he'd lose it, and he didn't want that, not yet at least.

Having so much power between her fingers intoxicated her, made her feel more alive than she had in ages. She grinned devilishly as she stroked his cock again; rubbing the head with her thumb, the throb of his cock was almost like a drumbeat now, steady and hard. Nick's deep groans shot right through her, she wanted him right here. 

She had plenty of time left until her next client, she ran her nails under the rim of his cock and stroked him. A growl sliding from him as his toes curled and his thighs tensed. 

She shrieked in surprise when Nick growled at her and pushed her off, he jumped off the table and looked at her with such hunger lurking in his burning, molten gaze, she froze on the spot tremors of desire washing over her.

"My turn to play now Evelyn, you've had your fun," he growled at her. She shivered at his tone as he stalked towards her and then dragged her into his arms, kissing her hard and demandingly, devouring her lips, groaning against his kiss as he pressed his arousal against her. 

Nick wanted her naked now, as he drank in her taste, cinnamon and honey. He pushed her against the table, pulled her shirt over her head and kissed down her neck. Evelyn's hands dug into his hair as he descended, kissing and licking her. Her moan was hot and heavy, he growled as it added fuel to his own fire. He quickly unzipped her pants letting them fall, and he moaned when he saw she wore no panties.

"I never wear them to work," she whispered, as Nick looked up at her. 

He grinned and hoisted her up onto the table, the hot adrenaline surging through his veins. "You shouldn't wear them ever," he growled, climbing onto the table, he leaned over her and kissed her again. 

Evelyn groaned, the heat from his body was like a furnace, and she was melting. She had a victory however; she had drawn out the dominance she knew had to have been lurking inside of him, like what she saw the night before when he took her against the wall. 

"I'm going to take you so high Evelyn, you won't know how to get down," Nick growled, and he kissed her again, grasping her hips, driving himself deep inside of her body. He leaned back from the kiss and moaned loudly as the shock of the hard entry burned over him.

Evelyn grasped at Nick's hips and cried out, the shock of the impact took her breath away. Pleasure seared her nerves, and then he started to move inside of her, "Oh god! Nick!" she screamed.

He panted, pressing inside her; every movement sent sparklers to flay his nerves. He slid back from her groaning then slammed back in, and started a fast rapid pace. She robbed him of all control while massaging him. He winced as his shoulder burned anew, an angry fire battling against the flames rampaging through his body.

Evelyn saw his momentary wince and decided to take matters into her own hand; she swung her legs over his then grabbed his hips and with a burst of energy flipped him over, underneath her. "You shouldn't be exerting yourself, Nick," she chastised. Then she leaned down and kissed him hard, plundering his lips as she sunk down over him, squeezing him ruthlessly, milking him.

He groaned and grabbed her hips, the pain from his shoulder held off his impending release just barely. He moaned louder as she rode him hard.

Hands on his chest, she threw back her head and screamed as she slammed her body onto his, losing the careful burning pace that drove them both crazy with need. The fire spread throughout her body, consumed by passion, Nick's hands clenched her hips as he roared his own release flooding deep inside her.

Evelyn groaned and flopped on top of Nick's chest, his sweat-slicked skin rubbing against hers, she looked up into Nick's sated eyes. "I've never even considered anything like what we just did. The front door is unlocked and it's not like we were actually being quiet. We also didn't use any protection."

"You blow me away Eve, just this last day has been amazing," said Nick, still breathing heavily. "You don't have anything to worry about from me, I'm clean, you're the first woman I've ever had sex without using a condom."

"Ok, that's a relief. I'm clean too, I only recently had my you know, so it's the wrong time for babies. Roll over Nick, I need to fix your shoulder again, you can't exert yourself for a few days. Didn't the medic tell you that?" said Evelyn, as she leaned down and kissed him, her hand combing through the damp hair on his chest.

Nick grinned sheepishly and said "Kind of, don't tell Christian, he'd kick my ass for doing that. He's the unit medic."

"I will tell him if you strain your shoulder again," she slid off the table. 

Nick groaned as he rolled onto his stomach, "Ok but don't play nurse with me, they can be pretty scary, you know."

"Nurses are scary? What did you do Nick? Lie still, I'll get that shoulder set again, and then I'll go get the brace after you tell me how you came to that conclusion."

As soon as Evelyn put her fingers on his shoulder, Nick grunted and said, "Your fingers are magic. How do you even do that?"




The Obsession Ch. 04



Magnus woke up in Cassie's bed some time around six in the morning to her vigorously shaking him. 

"Get up." She ordered. 

"Good morning, Prinsesse. I see you are back to your cheerful self." He wisely remarked as he sat up and stretched. 

"Get out." 

He chuckled. She was still wearing his dress shirt. It hung loosely off of her body everywhere but around her breasts. 

"Prinsesse, do you realize how irresistable you are?" 

He reached out and groped one of her perky nipples. She recoiled in protest. 

"I said out!" She repeated. 

Her hair was a wild, wavy mane that shagged over her shoulders. 

"I could lay back down..." 

He trailed his fingers up her kneeling legs until they reached the bottom of his shirt. 

"... and you could sit your lovely lille fisse on top of my face." 

He then lifted the fabric, revealing her lack of underwear and felt his already stiff erection twitch. 

"Let me worship your lucious body." He pleaded. 

She slapped his hand away. 

"Get. The fuck. Out." She commanded. "Take your pants, your phone and your morning wood; and get the fuck out of my apartment." 

"What about my shirt and my..." He thought for a second. 

"...booze?" He asked, his accent eccentuating the "s" sound of the word. 

"You already bartered with the booze." 

He smiled. "My shirt?" 

Cassie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Take the rest of that goddamned pizza and fuck off." 

He calmly got up, dressed himself from the waist down and did as he was told. 

Magnus thought of Cassie in-between student interviews all morning. He had inhaled half of the pizza for breakfast, and now he sat the last three slices on a hot plate in the breakroom near the coffee maker. 

"That smells incredible." Noted Annette on her way in with her lunch, as the scent of fresh basil and homemade marinara sauce began to fill the air. 

"My grouchy little neighbor has given me another gift." He chipperly replied. 

"Oh boy..." She giggled. "You know, you really shouldn't be encouraging her erratic behavior- 

did she brush pesto over the crust?" She gawked, admiring Cassie's work. 

"Would you like a piece? I've already eaten a few pieces, and I can tell you; it tastes even better than it looks. And I ate them cold. I can't wait to try it hot." He began sliding the pizza onto a paper plate. 

"But, you're right about encouraging erratic behaviour... perhaps you shouldn't-" 

Annette reached for a paper plate and pushed it in the direction of the pizza hastily. 

The two laughed and sat down with their lunch. 

"Good lord Magnus, this is incredible!" Said Annette as she hapily munched away. 

"She never ceases to surprise me." He praised. 

"Has she come to visit you often? I mean, you've only been there for four days." 

Magnus grined to himself, realizing that he had spent the past three out of four days letting her fuck his brains out. 

"It's been a good week, so far." He replied satisfactorily. 

"I wish I had a stalker that could cook like this. All I get are dick pics on tinder." She stated inbetween bites. 

They both laughed as they enjoyed their lunch. 

"Things are really picking up with the student applicants. Now that the psych students know they can earn a credit for participating in this, they want in." Said Anette as she finished up half of her turkey sandwich. 

" You want the other half? After that pizza, I'm stuffed." 

"Sure. Thank you." He said, taking the plate. 

"So the good news is, we should have the study underway by the end of next week." 

"And the bad news?" 

"We're going to be swamped with interviews, tomorrow through next week." 

"So we put in a few extra hours to make sure we have perfect candidates; it will be well worth it." Magnus stated, matter-of-factly. 

Annette smiled, happy they were on the same page. She had never worked with anyone so pleasant and agreeable as Magnus. And the fact that he was so incredibly easy on the eyes didn't hurt either. She smiled as he polished off the rest of her sandwich. 

'That man can make eating a turkey sandich look sexy.' 

She thought to herself, repressing the urge to giggle. But she couldn't help but think of his neighbor once again. 

She hoped her concern was just a product of girlish jealousy. The girl was quite a looker. 

Annette had never been known to be a petty person, and she wasn't going to start now. She decided then and there to forget about the curvy cook and focus on her intriguing coworker. After all; they would be spending quite a bit of time together in the coming weeks. 

'It's a good time to be single.' 

She thought as she watched Magnus stand and stretch his amazingly long, muscular body before he offered to throw her empty paper cup away for her. 

It was 6:30 when Magnus finally left the campus. He waved to Annette as he rode out of the parking lot on his bike. When he got home, he stopped at Cassie's apartment before ringing for the elevator. He knocked a couple times and waited. He leaned his head against the door for a few moments, wondering if this was yet another game she was playing. 

"She's out." Called a husky voice. 

Magnus jumped slightly, and turned to find the man who's door he had knocked on the first night he moved in, standing next to the elevator. He could have sworn the man had an asiatic accent before, but he figured he must have heard wrong that night. 

"Oh, thank you mister..." 

"Lee." 

"Mr. Lee" Magnus walked over and extended his hand. 

"I'm Magnus Bjornssen." 

"Mister Bjornssen." He addressed Magnus, as he shook his hand. 

"You know Cassie?" Asked magnus in a friendly tone as both men waited for the elevator. 

"She's lived here for almost eight years, of course I know her." He said. 

Mr. Lee's tone wasn't rude at all, but it was short and to the point. And as they stepped into the elevator, Magnus couldn't shake the feeling that this man was incredibly familiar. 

"I feel like I know you from somewhere."Said Magnus, trying to recal where he had seen the burly, copper-toned man. 

"You knocked on my door Sunday." 

"No, no. I mean... remember that, of course. I just feel like I know you from somewhere else." 

"I've never seen you before Sunday." He responded, plainly. 

"Going to visit a friend?" 

"I do maintenence for this building. If you have a problem let me know." 

The elevator stopped and opened at the 5th floor, causing Magnus to realize that in his intrigue, he had forgotten to press his floor. 

"Any more questions?" Said Mr. Lee pausing at the elevator door. 

"Um... no. Sorry." Magnus smiled embarrassingly at the realization that he may have come off a bit nosey. Mr. Lee politely waved at Magnus and exited the elevator. 

The furniture store had delivered Magnus' sofa set, computer desk and kitchen table and he sat down on his couch and went over the New China Wok menu, looking for a dish that was reminiscent of the seafood curry Cassie had packed him that first night. He couldn't find anything similar so he settled on a seafood and vegetable stir fry. He took his bike down to pick up his order, hoping in vain that he would bump into Cassie coming in or out of the building. He returned, ate his food and watched a movie on his laptop. He found the takeout as flavorless as the movie, but tomorrow was another day... perhaps he'd see his prinsesse then. 

Thursday went by before he knew it, with the workload picking up. Annette had offered to treat him to dinner but he was genuinely tired, as he had slept terribly the night before. Instead, he rode over to the drugstore and bought a bottle of sleeping pills just in case that night proved to be sleepless as well. 

It did. 

Magnus took Annette up on her offer to take him to the only Carribean resturaunt she knew of in the area. The food was good, but not quite as good as Cassie's. He of course didn't tell Annette though, as she seemed even more cheerful than her usual upbeat self. 

"So you mentioned you were married before..." Said Annette as she began to dig into her rum cake. 

"Yes, it was... quite a journey." Replied Magnus as he enjoyed his bread pudding. 

"What was the former Mrs. Bjornssen like?" She inquired. 

"She was nice." 

"Oh come on!" 

"What?" He asked, puzzled. 

"Okay, I know you're a nice guy. I get that. But you expect me to believe you have absolutely nothing bad to say about your ex?" She asked incredulously. 

Magnus laughed. "No, I really don't." 

Annette smirked at Magnus in disbelief. 

"She was kind. Intelligent. Beautiful in many ways." 

"Sounds like you." Replied Annette. 

"Well, thank you." He blushed. " The truth is, we had everything in common. We might as well have been the same person. And you know how that goes..." 

"Oh yeah." She agreed, knowingly. "So who cheated first?" 

"She did. In the end, I didn't need to confront her. She confessed." 

"I'm sorry." 

"I wasn't angry." He said lightheartedly. "It was a relief. 

Finding someone else was the kindest thing she could have done for both of us. 

I was too afraid of hurting her to admit what a boring disaster our marriage had become. 

We had... we had lost a child and I felt obligated to stay with her no matter what. 

Tied to her by grief." 

Annette put her fork down and allowed his last statement to sink in. 

"Magnus... I'm so sorry you went through that." She placed her hand over his. 

"She miscarried. Twenty-two weeks. 

It shook us both, terribly. So much so that we never tried again. 

We lived in a constant state of monotony for over five years afterward. 

When she told me she wanted a divorce, I picked her up and hugged her. 

We both cried tears of joy." 

Annette smiled warmly before getting back to her cake. 

"Is she happy now?" 

"I don't know. I hope so." He said. 

Annette could tell he really meant his last statement. 

Magnus got home around eight thirty. Dinner with Annette had been nice. It felt good to finally feel like he had a true friend. As he walked into his building, he saw Cassie on her way out. He quickly looked behind him to ensure Annette's car was gone. 

"I don't care who dropped you off." Cassie stated in her usual dry tone. 

Magnus smiled devilishly before grabbing her arm and pulling her to him before she could walk past him and exit the building. 

"I knew I'd get a hold of you sooner or later, Prinsesse. Now come upstairs with me so that I can eat your sweet little pussy on top of my new kitchen table." He sneered. 

Cassie pulled away from him forcefully. 

"Cut your goddamned shit right now." She demanded. 

He watched her as she walked off, stuned by her rejection. 

That was harsh. 

Even for her. 

He watched speechlessly as she walked to a parked car and greeted the driver. 

"Fuck det." He hissed as he made his way to the elevator. 

He waited for a moment, then turned to make his way to the stairs, his face red with anger. He stopped when he heard her re-enter the building. He turned to finally vent his frustration but was halted in his tracks when a tiny, wild-haired version of Cassie pranced up to him, ahead of her. 

Magnus stared in awe, his expression instantly softening. 

"Are you Thor?" Asked the miniature Cassie. 

Magnus smiled and knelt down. 

"No, lille cutie. But sometimes when I have to use a hammer, I pretend to be." He chuckled. 

"Do you live here?" 

"Yes, I do." 

"Are you Mommy's friend?" 

Magnus looked at Cassie who was clearly annoyed. He smiled. 

"Yes. Yes I am. We like to play checkers, aaand... drink sodas, aaaand... watch cartoons together." He said, beaming at Cassie the whole time. 

"We do that stuff too! Except I'm not allowed to drink soda." The little girl admitted. 

"Alright kiddo, time for jammies and snacks." Said Cassie, cutting their conversation short. 

Magnus could hear Hedy Lamarr barking happily behind Cassie's door as she reached to open it. 

"We have a poodle. She's from France. Well, she's not ours... but I love her." 

Said the six year old to a delighted Magnus as Cassie struggled to keep Hedy from dashing out of her apartment to get to Magnus. 

"I'm sure she loves you too, sweetheart. 

Hey, I brought these two slices of cake home to eat with your mom; but I don't think I'll have time to. Do you think you might like to have them? Of course you'll have to ask your mom." 

Before Cassie could walk over with a wiggling Hedy in her arms, Magnus took the clear containers out of the bag. 

"Mommy look, carrot cake! Please Mommy?" She begged, staring at the fluffy cheesecake frosting. 

"Yeah, fine. Come on." 

The little girl happily took the cake. 

"For Prinsesse." Magnus stated coyly as he handed Cassie the slice of dark rum cake. She reluctantly took the dessert and they disappeared inside. 

"Lille Cassie" Magnus said to himself affectionately as he walked to the stairs. 

Magnus was woken up by his appetite, early Saturday morning. It was a sunny, pleasant day and he figured he'd ride over to the diner he'd spotted earlier in the week while shopping with Annette before the streets became littered with cars. As he smelled the fresh autumn air and enjoyed the bright foliage during his bike ride, he knew he had made an excellent choice. 

He made quick friends with the tiny Greek grandma that ran the small diner. It was so early, that he had the diner to himself as the diligent owner waited on him. She took pleasure in chatting with the polite colossus as he devoured his huge servings of waffles, fruit and eggs. He delighted her with tales of a childhood spent working on his grandfather's farm. He told her about his favorite cow and how she taught him to respect and nurture all living things as best as he could. After an hour of delighting her with his kind nature, she presented him with his bill. He opened it to find that for his massive meal, he was charged five dollars. 

Magnus hugged his new friend who insisted that he call her "Mamá" and headed off to his bike feeling warm and satisfied. The smiling restaurant owner returned to clean up the table and opened the bill folder. Her eyes watered as she held the crisp one hundred dollar bill that Magnus had left inside. 

The cars were just starting to clutter the street as Magnus pulled onto the curb near his building. He hummed to himself as he waited for the elevator and soon heard Hedy joining in with her cheerful barks. He chuckled at the jovial sounds the tiny dog made as the elevator doors opened. But before he could enter, he heard the door to Cassie's apartment slowly open. 

"Hedy Wait!" 

A tiny voice called out as the poodle dashed over to Magnus. The small child followed after the dog and stopped as she reached Magnus, looking up at him in the same fashion a tourist would as they surveyed a skyscraper. 

"Wow... are you sure you're not a giant? I asked Mommy and she said no." 

Magnus smiled at the little brown cherub as she stared up at him, her large brown eyes reflecting her amazement. 

"Fee-fi-fo-fum!" Magnus playfully uttered as he moved his arms up and down in front of him, doing his best monster impression. 

Cassie's daughter squealed and giggled as she ran circles around the lobby with Hedy spinning and frolicking alongside her. Magnus chased the two, doing his best Frankenstein's monster impression until he caught up to the little girl. He reached down to scoop her up, but stopped short, fearing he may he may have been about to breach a boundary. He respectfully backed away. 

"Pick me up! Pick me up!" The little one cheered with outstretched arms. 

Magnus reached down and lifted the giggling child into his arms. She sat comfortably against his chest and surveyed the lobby from the the newly discovered height. 

"Everything looks small." She said in amazement as she looked down at Hedy. 

"You're just a little hamster!" She pointed down at at the tiny puff of a dog. 

Magnus studied the child with an adoring expression as he picked out all of Cassie's' features in her angelic face. Her hair had been neatly styled into two large, puffy ponytails of long tightly coiled ringlets. Little teddy bears holding pumpkins covered her pajamas in a festive pattern. 

"What's your name?" She asked inquisitively. 

"My name is Magnus. What's yours?" 

"Ayana." She smiled. "I asked Mommy what your name was, but she didn't tell me. 

I don't think she heard me. 

Thank you for the cake. 

I really liked it." 

She said as she played with the cord dangling from the hood of Magnus jacket. 

"You're very welcome." Replied Magnus. "Ayana, could you do me a favor?" He asked. She nodded and listened intently. 

"If anyone ever hurts you or makes you feel sad, could you tell me?" 

She nodded. "What are you gonna do?" 

"I will crush them. 

To dust." 

He smiled at Ayana, who giggled and raised her fists. 

"Let's crush all the bad guys!" 

"Bad guys?!" Said Magnus as he whipped around in an exaggerated searching motion, causing Ayana to chuckle with delight. He then hoisted the giggling child to his shoulders. 

"Where are these bad guys? Show them to me!" 

Ayana pointed to the garbage can near the door. 

"There's germs in there that make you sick!" 

"Gaaar!" Magnus exclaimed as he stomped towards the trash, pounding the air with his fists. Hedy barked excitedly and Ayana laughed and squealed as she held on to Magnus' forehead while he pretended to bash and stomp the invisible germs surrounding the trashcan to bits. 

"Ayana!" 

Hedy ran to Cassie, who stood in the doorway with a livid expression. 

"I take a ten minute shower and you just run out into the hallway?" She said firmly, tucking the the end of the towel wrapped around her to keep it from falling off as she walked over to them. 

"Hedy was scratching at the door and I thought it was Mrs. Epson." 

Magnus lifted Ayana off of his shoulders and placed her on the floor. She looked up at him with a sad expression. 

"Could you come play with me and Mommy? We're going to go pick apples." 

Magnus looked at Cassie, who quickly and discreetly shook her head before Ayana could notice. 

"I'm sorry, lille cutie. I have to go to work today. But maybe some other time." 

"But I won't be here next weekend!" Said Ayana as she huffed and crossed her arms. 

"Inside." Said Cassie as she pointed to her apartment. Ayana reluctantly walked towards the door before stopping and running back to hug Magnus. He knelt down and she threw her arms around him before running into the apartment with Hedy following close behind. 

Magnus stood and looked at Cassie. Her wet hair was pulled into a ponytail on top of her head, with a few wavy tresses framing her face. The bulky towel did it's best to hide her curves, but failed miserably. He stared hungrily as a single drop of water slid it's way down one of her thighs. He licked his lips before tracing her form back up, and noticed her nipples poking out from behind the thick cotton. 

"What are you looking at?" She demanded. 

"You know damned well what I'm look at." 

He replied with a very visible erection continuing to grow against his thigh, beneath the fabric of his jeans. Cassie was a little taken back by his bluntness, but she completely hid it as she rolled her eyes and walked into her apartment, slamming the door behind her. 

It was time for the dreaded Walk. The one Cassie made every other Sunday evening. She expected the hurt would lessen each time, but it never did. As she made her way to her ex-husband's car with Ayana's tiny hand in hers, she fought the urge to run back to her apartment with her daughter and vow to never do The Walk again. 

But it wasn't a fantasy world. It was the cold, harsh real world where her surrogate mother was sick, her dog had died last month and her daughter stayed with her every other weekend. Cassie hugged and kissed Ayana; swallowing the lump in her throat. She watched her daughter wave from the disappearing window of her ex-husband's car. 




The Obsession Ch. 04



She made her way back to her apartment and listened to the silence. She missed the sound of Ayana's singing and giggling as she cooked her treats. 

She missed the stomping of her giant boxer's feet as he marched his way through her apartment. 

'No. Don't think about that.' 

She thought to herself. She looked over at her stash box on top of the refrigerator. 

"I'm sick of thinking." She said to herself as she walked to the kitchen. 

As she walked past the bathroom she saw something in the corner of her eye. Before she turned to look, he had already grabbed her. 

"You really shouldn't leave your door unlocked, Prinsesse." Cassie struggled as Magnus lifted her and flung her over his shoulder. 

"Not even for a few moments. Do you see how easily someone could slip in?" He said as he casually walked to her bedroom. 

"Put me down." She ordered, calmly but firmly. 

Magnus chuckled. "Cool Customer? Yah?" He asked, fairly certain he had said the saying correctly. 

"Even when you are hanging over my back, you still bark your little commands." 

He dropped her onto her bed and she immediately rose up on her elbows, as though she were about to bolt out. 

"Don't you fucking dare, Cassie." She froze, and looked up at him as he glared down at her. He kicked off his shoes. 

"Why did you lie to me, Cassie?" 

She stared at him with a look of uncertainty. 

"Why did tell me that you lived here for four years, when you have actually lived here for eight?" 

She continued to stare at him, refusing to answer. 

"You are a very honest person, Cassie. 

Lying does not seem to be a prominent part of your personality. 

And so I assume that perhaps you simply didn't want me to know that you have been single for nearly a decade. 

Am I right?" He calmly asked. 

Cassie remained silent. 

"It was only one small lie, so I can forgive that. 

But you have made a lot of mistakes since then, Prinsesse. 

The first was letting me taste you. 

You should have known I'd want more." He said as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt. 

"The second was letting me inside of you. 

I have never felt a pussy so perfectly tight." He removed his pants and underwear in one swift movement and stepped out of them. 

"Your third mistake was made when you assumed that I was docile. 

You mistook my compliance for submission." He slithered onto the bed and leaned over her, bringing them eye to eye. 

"You never seemed to realize that I obeyed your every command because you are my Prinsesse. Because I wanted to. 

Not because I felt I had to." 

Cassie looked into Magnus' powerful blue eyes as they began to narrow. 

"But you have abused your power. 

With your bartering system, you should know better than to expect obedience without reward." 

He raised Cassie's gray skirt and began to remove her pink tights. 

Cassie struggled with him as he effortlessly took the tights off, then began to remove her underwear. 

"No, I'm-" She was interrupted by the crinkling sound of her sanitary napkin. 

Magnus looked down into her panties, then smiled menacingly. 

"What was that you called me the first few moments after we met? Hmm?" He questioned as he removed her underwear, then carefully pulled out her tampon. 

"Vampire?" He tilted his head in a riddling fashion. 

Magnus climbed on top of her, parting her legs with his as he held her arms above her He kissed and licked her inner arm as he eased himself inside of her, groaning deeply into her ear as he savored the familiar tightness. 

"Does it hurt, Prinsesse?" He whispered between moans. 

He looked at her as she breathed in silence and waited for her answer. Cassie leaned forward and ran her tongue along his neck as she began to grind against him. 

"Mmm... good girl. You feel so hot inside." 

He pushed her wrists into one of his hands and peered down at their joining bodies as he rhythmically pulled in and out of her bloody mound. He reached down with his free hand and dipped his fingers into her blood. 

"I like this, Cassie." He whispered. "You will find I like many things that are considered... unconventional." 

He shoved his fingers into his mouth, wiping them off with his tongue. 

"I've simply never gotten to try them until now." 

He pulled his upper lip back into a sneer as he slicked his tongue over his teeth, coating them with her blood. As he did this, he felt her fluttering around him, gripping him tighter as he began to drill into her. 

"Apparently, you like it as well." 

He smiled before swallowing her blood. He bent down and kissed her and she stabbed her tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of her own blood on his lips. He released her hands and pulled her close to him, caging her with his arms. 

"I'm going to have you a few times tonight, Prinsesse. You should never have made me wait." He said as he began to quicken his pace. 

"And then I'm going to wash your blood off of us and we're going to go upstairs to my apartment so that I can finally get a decent night's rest on a bed that I fit into, 

without having to take those fucking sleeping pills." 

He snarled at her. She had dealt with painful cramps all day, but the feeling of Magnus caressing every inner inch of her aching womanhood soothed any and all pain away. He was careful in his stride. He didn't want to enter her too deeply, as he feared her cervix may be sore. But she continued to grind beneath him, forcing him deeper with each push. 

"If I didn't know any better, I would think that perhaps you are begging for every inch of me. Is that what you want, Prinsesse?" 

Cassie nodded as she licked and kissed his flesh. Magnus burrowed deeper and deeper, waiting for her to signal that he had reached her limit. Instead, she trembled and moaned in his arms as he brought her to a climax. He bit at her quivering body as she began to orgasm all over him. 

"It's so hard to deny your feverish little fisse... mmm... we both know what she craves." He growled. 

"Please... don't come in me Magnus." She moaned, completely at his mercy. 

"I'll come wherever I please, Cassie. And we both know you will enjoy every drop of it. 

And if you give me one more command tonight, I will turn you over and fuck that delicious round ass of yours. 

Don't make me do that Prinsesse... we both know how large I am." 

He continued to punish her with his thrusts, quickly bringing her to another climax. 

Magnus listened to her moaning as she kissed his chest and wrapped her trembling legs around his waist. He pulled her to him and pushed into her as far as he could possibly go until he could no longer withstand the intense pleasure, and came inside of her. She was a screeching, bucking little ball of desire trapped beneath him- just as he liked her. As he had always wanted her from the moment he saw her. 

Cassie's breathing slowed as her legs fell back to the bed limply. Magnus found the bottom seam to her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head and arms before tossing it to the side. Cassie was covered in a sheen of perspiration. He ran his tongue over her moistened flesh before he sat up onto his knees and surveyed his prize. He waited for her next move. She shivered and leaned upward, silently begging for him to return to his previous position. 

"What a sweet little kitty-cat you are." 

He praised as he tenderly brushed his hand across the side of her face. She brought his palm to her mouth and kissed it, sweetly. He pulled himself from her and marveled at the crimson mess that covered his manhood and trailed up to his abdomen. She whined softly at the feeling of him exiting her. 

"Would you like more?" He asked, tenderly. 

"Yes." She whispered as she began to buck at his lingering erection. He lowered himself to her until his penis hovered just above her. She began to grind her clitoris against his shaft. 

"Mmm... please..." 

Magnus smiled as he watched her begin to pleasure herself against him. 

"Please, Daddy." 

Magnus snickered, delighted by her submissive state. He climbed off of her and stood near the bed. 

"Come." He commanded as he walked to her bathroom. 

She followed obediently. 

Magnus removed Cassie's bra, then stepped into the bathtub identical to his own and turned on the shower. When the water was sufficiently warm, he motioned for her to join him. Cassie twirled her thick, wavy ponytail into a bun and stepped into the shower. 

She took the corded shower head down from it's base and began to rinse her mess from him. Seeming to follow unspoken commands, she grabbed the bar of soap from it's dish and began to lather both of their bodies. She tenderly kissed and caressed his chest as she rinsed the soap from him. 

"So fucking gorgeous." She whispered as she continued to worship his body. 

Magnus spun her around and took the shower head from her. He pressed her against his body and lifted one of her feet to the edge of the tub. He adjusted the shower head to a pulse setting, then aimed the water at her. 

"Aah!" 

Cassie began to moan, shaken by the sudden sensation as the water kissed her clit. Magnus wrapped his free arm around her, holding her firmly beneath her breasts as he felt her trembling legs weaken. 

"I have you Prinsesse. I won't let you fall." 

He whispered to her as she relaxed her body and allowed him to support her weight. The sudden relaxation of her muscles allowed her to embrace the full pleasure he was applying to her, and she began to orgasm as he continued his aquatic massage. 

"That's my sweet Prinsesse." He purred into her ear as he dropped the shower head and switched to gently rubbing her with his fingers. 

When Magnus was certain her clitoris was completely satisfied, he turned off the water and they stepped out of the tub. Cassie immediately reached for a towel and began to dry him, then herself. He was still rock hard, so she placed the towel in front of him and knelt down onto it. She took him into her hand and began to stroke as she stared up at him. Her brown eyes seemed to worship him, begging for his approval as she took him into her mouth and sucked at his head. Magnus smiled as he caressed her face. 

"Show me how sorry you are, Prinsesse." 

Cassie worked attentively as she sucked and caressed him. He watched her head bob rhythmically as she began to moan, seeming to enjoy the act even more than he did. Seeing her in complete euphoria as she sucked and stroked caused his scrotum to tighten, threatening an impending release. 

She brought her head closer and closer to his pelvic bone as she eased him deep into her throat. He moaned as she sacrificed her breathing to accommodate him, and he began to feel her chin pressing against his scrotum. 

"Mmm... sød Prinsesse... lean back for me." 

Cassie obeyed and leaned backwards just in time, as the cream squirted out of him, splattering onto her body. She continued to stroke him as his semen streaked across her breasts and throat. 

"Min gode pige."(My good girl.) He moaned as he stared down at her. 

Unable to control herself, she latched back onto him and swallowed what was left. She sucked hungrily until she was certain she had gotten every last drop. She then lifted her breast to her mouth and devoured whatever semen she could reach with her tongue. Magnus enjoyed watching her show, and waited until she was satisfied she had gotten her fill. 

"Stand up, Prinsesse." Cassie stood, slightly dripping with his come. 

"Let's get you rinsed off, and tucked into my bed." 

Cassie continued to obey her newly appointed king and the two dressed and headed up to Magnus' apartment, where he enjoyed the second good night's sleep he had been afforded since his move to New York. 

Cassie was awakened by the feeling of Magnus' stubble against her sensitive skin as he kissed the back of her neck. 

"I have to go to work now, Cassie." He gently whispered. 

He inhaled the tropical fragrance from her hair before running his hand over her bare back. 

"You may return to your apartment if you like, but when I arrive home I'll expect you to be here. 

I am leaving the keys on the kitchen table. I'll be back around six thirty." 

Cassie turned over and covered his mouth with soft pecks. As she reached her arm around his neck the bed sheet fell from her, revealing her breasts. 

"Turn back around princess, you're making me rise." He said, hungrily. 

Cassie smiled and turned back onto her stomach. Magnus stared at her lustfully before shaking the filthy thoughts from his mind. He stood up before his instincts took a hold of him again and left while he had the chance. 

Annette bounced her leg nervously as she waited for Magnus to finish fixing his plate over at the buffet. It had been a busy morning at the college, so Annette's invitation to the local buffet was more than welcomed. As he sat down with his food he sensed something amiss. Annette seemed uneasy as she scrolled through her tablet. 

"It's not like you to bring your work to lunch." Said Magnus as he buttered a roll. 

"It's not work." 

"Oh." He replied. "Is everything okay?"He asked before taking a bite of his bread. 

Annette sighed. 

"No, actually... I have something to show you." She said before hesitantly passing the tablet to him. 

Magnus took the tablet and immediately blushed as he realized the website she was showing him. 

"Annette!" He teased, shaking his head in a scolding fashion. 

"This is a naughty site." He passed her tablet back to her, but she pushed it back to him. 

"Read the story. Start at the third paragraph." 

Magnus look at her, questioning her motive; but when he realized the seriousness in her expression he complied with her request. He began to read. 

Anders towered over Lea as she bandaged his forearm. As she wrapped his freshly cleaned wound, she couldn't help but study the muscular appendage. His pronounced bicep led up to a large, powerful shoulder muscle that adorned his massive back. Her breathing resembled panting as he slicked his golden mane away from his face. As gorgeous as he looked in the field, he was even more attractive up close. A thin layer of stubble covered his cleft chin and traveled upward until fading into the smooth sharp peaks of his cheekbones. His Nordic features were sharp and distinct. The perfect balance of beauty and masculinity. He was power and perfection incarnate. His thin, pink lips curled upwards as she realized he was watching her stare at him. 

"I'm sorry." She turned away, embarrassed. 

"Du vil være." He said hungrily before pushing her backwards towards her bed. 

Magnus chuckled shyly. As he passed the tablet back to Annette. 

"What is this?" 

"An erotic novel. I've... uh... been following it for... quite sometime." 

"It's... interesting." He said with a raised brow. 

"You don't notice any similarities?" 

"Between?" 

"I don't blame you. I didn't realize it either at first, and I've been reading the story for months now." 

Magnus smiled and sipped his water, taken back by Annette's confession. 

"Alright... it's perfectly normal for-" 

"I know it is, that's not the point." She said impatiently. 

"Magnus, this was written by your neighbor. She's writting about you." 

Magnus laughed, placing his fork down on top of his napkin. 

"That's ridicuous, there are plenty of blonde men in the world. Denmark and Sweden are rife with us." He chuckled. "And what makes you think Cassie wrote this?" 

"The author's name is Acacia Afrikanis. A pen name, but I think the first name is real." 

She showed Magnus the screen, pointing to the name. 

"Acacia... Cassie..." She compared. Think about it. 

Magnus shook his head. 

"No. You said the story has been around for a few months; well I've only been here for a little over a week." 

"That's what threw me off. Anders has been the lead male character for over eight months now, ever since he killed David in chapter three." 

Magnus laughed. "Killed him?" 

"Yes. It's a post apocalyptic story, lots of characters die. 

But never the lead man. At least, not until David." 

"Hmm. Is it any good?" 

"Yes it's..." She figetted nervously in her seat. "It's... very good. But that's beside the point. 

Look, I know how crazy all of this sounds, and just like you; I thought it was all just coincidence. 

Until I read this a couple nights ago." 

She scrolled to the next page and passed him her tablet once again. 

"Read the sixth paragraph." 

Anders seemed reluctant as Lea circled his anus with the tiny vibrator. She gently pushed at the entrance as she brought her lips over his bulbous corona. As she made her way down his shaft, she eased the toy into him. He strained against the ropes that bound his wrists... 

"She tied him up?" He said inquisitively. 

"Read on." 

...to the iron posts as she furiously sucked, leaving him with no choice but to give in to the pleasure of her sweet torture. She was thoroughly enjoying having Magnus squirm beneath her for a change. 

Magnus looked up at Annette, his face stark white. 

"I told you. 

She's obsessed. 

And she needs help." 

"Hmm." Magnus calmly picked up his fork. 

"Could you send that hyperlink to my phone, please." He said before he continued eating his meal. 

Annette was stunned by his almost dismissive reaction. But she sent him the link while he finished his lunch. 

'You Danes are a calm bunch.' She thought to herself as she put her tablet away.



The Obsession Ch. 04



"Practice, and I think it might also just be you, I don't normally seduce my customers."

Nick grinned then groaned when her fingers worked the rebuilt tension out of his shoulder.

"Mmm, that's good. It wasn't me, but Christian broke his leg falling off a ladder, he doesn't like being told what to do and the nurses that treated him were giving him their best scary stare."

Evelyn giggled and said, "I have a very scary stare too if that will get you to not strain your shoulder. You can get dressed now. I'll go and get the brace and help you put it on," Evelyn finished massaging his shoulder. She quickly dressed as Nick lay on the table, relaxing. She loved that she could drive him so wild it took him this long to recover from sex.

Nick slowly sat up on the bed once he had got his breath back. He looked up at Evelyn who had just finished dressing and remembered the bliss he just felt. The ecstasy that he had just encountered had blown his mind. It couldn't get any better, could it? He slid off the bed, picked up his boxers and slowly slid them back on.

"I'll just go get the brace for you Nick," said Evelyn, her eyes looking into his, the intimate connection breaking as she turned to go out the door.

Nick groaned as desire pulsed through him again, Evelyn was the only woman who had ever made him feel this way, he thought as he picked up his pants and pulled them on. While he was buttoning them up Evelyn came back in with the shoulder brace,

"Do you want to go out for dinner again tonight? Nothing fancy," he blurted out.

"Sure, I'd love too. But I'm going to drive us. You need to take care of that shoulder. In fact, I'll drive you home. How far away is your apartment?" 

Her mother hen act had him smiling, "Not far, you don't need to mother me, honestly, I can take care of myself."

"Hmmm, I don't want you to injure yourself more then you already have. Let me help you with that shirt," she gingerly pulled the shirt over his head. "You need to slip your arm carefully through here," picking up the brace, she showed him how it fit over his head and then onto his injured shoulder. "This brace is designed to improve function and to massage the soft tissue of your shoulder when you wear it. I think it's the best one for your needs."

Nick moved his arm as best he could with the brace on. It hurt some after getting redressed, but the brace was actually making it feel better already. "What time do you get off work?" 

Evelyn checked her watch, "Three hours. I have two clients coming in then I need to close up."

"Ok, how about eight?" 

"Sure, give me your address and I'll be there around eight o'clock."

"I know a great little restaurant, it's nice and quiet as well," said Nick, grinning as he wrote down his address. He handed he the paper and the asked, "So what do I owe you for today," with a smirk on his face.

"Nick, the massage was free of charge, it's always free for you."

Nick blushed and said, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, I'll see you tonight."

"Ok, tonight at eight, I'll be waiting." He kissed her cheek and turned towards the front door of the Evelyn's massage therapy office.

# # #

Nicola looked at her phone, beeping for the umpteenth time. She took it out of her pocket, looked at the screen, hitting "ignore" and put it away. They wouldn't distract her from her goal. She'd go back when she was damn good and ready. 

She looked up in time to see Nick approaching the door from inside the massage office. Furiously, she stomped back to her car, originally planning on offering him a ride home, and started to walk into the shop when she heard the moaning from a room. There was no massage going on in that establishment. That bitch poached her territory, and she was going to pay for touching him, for fucking him. She would get Nick alone so she could convince him they belonged together. But first, she needed to take care of something to ensure they could be together forever.

***

The day was finally done, and she was exhausted. Evelyn picked up her bag and switched the lights off, she had to go home and get changed, because she didn't want to keep Nick waiting for her. Grinning, she thought to herself, maybe this time they'd get to play all day tomorrow, she loved weekends. She opened the door and walked out, then locked the front door. Dropping the key back into her bag, she stepped off the sidewalk towards her car.

She heard an engine being gunned from behind her. and then the squeal of tires as the car came straight for her.



The Obsession Ch. 05



Fear had her frozen in that particular spot as the car sped towards her. A jolt of adrenaline had her stumbling back; her foot caught the edge of the gutter and she fell against the pavement as the car roared past, as it sped down the street. Her whole body trembled in fear as she watched the tail lights of the car that had tried to run her down now disappear around the corner. 

The darkness of the night swallowing her as the only light came from a single street lamp across the road. She picked her bag up and a piece of paper fluttered from it, she scraped it up from the ground and found that it was the directions Nick had given her to his apartment. She couldn't call him, he'd come to her rescue. She didn't want him to injure himself to help her; shakily she got up off the ground, her palms and arms burned from the concrete grazes.

She stumbled slightly as her legs felt like jelly, the adrenaline withdrawal leaving her unsteady and lightheaded, as she hurried across the road towards her car. She needed to get to Nick; right now it was the only place she wanted to be.

***

Nicola cursed as she travelled down the road, she missed that fucking slut; she escaped her wrath for now, but she would come back for her. She needed a better plan, but for now, she needed to get back to the station before they contacted Nick.

***

Nick lay back in his large leather chair as the news report flickered on in front of him, not really taking any of it in as his mind wandered to Evelyn. Heat flooded his body remembering every touch of her fingers and the hot press of her breasts as they rubbed against his chest. He groaned as his cock stiffened. Then images of what he would do to her tonight filtered through his mind making him groan again, making him adjust himself.

His thoughts were broken when the doorbell buzzed, he looked up at the clock noting it was only 6:30. Puzzled, he got up off his chair, unlocked the door and opened it. "Evelyn? What's wrong?"

"I almost got run over!" Evelyn clutched the doorframe hard as her arms visibly trembled. 

"Hey, come inside, sit down, we'll talk," Nick grasped her arms and led her inside. He shut the door and sat her down on the sofa, turning off the TV. "What happened?"

"I... just closed up the salon when I went to cross the road, this... car... pulled out and raced towards me, it only missed me because I fell backwards onto the footpath."

"Did you see what type of car it was?" asked Nick worried.

"No... it was too dark to see anything, but I do know it was a woman, the shape I saw in the car wasn't large enough to be a man."

"I'm taking you to the police station, you need to file a report."

"They won't be able to do anything, I only saw the outline of the woman. All I know is that she had red hair, but everything else was obscured." 

"You still need to report this Evelyn, you could have been seriously hurt," said Nick. He gathered her up in his arms and hugged her.

"Your shoulder Nick," said Evelyn as she was burrowed against his shoulder.

"It's fine, I'll take you down to the police station," said Nick with a bit of iron in his voice. 

Evelyn sighed, she knew that he wasn't going to let it go, "Fine, but I will be driving, you can't exert your shoulder."

"Evelyn, listen to me, you're in no state to drive. I don't know how you managed to get here in the first place. You should have called me; I would have come to get you."

"Stubborn man, I didn't call you because of your injury."

"We're both looking out for each other then, besides I can handle it, I'm worried about you."

"Don't worry about me, the shock has passed. Give me your keys before you hurt yourself," Evelyn demanded.

Nick sighed them grumbled, "Fine, but when I get you back here..."

Evelyn shivered at the promise in his voice as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys.

"Thank you, it will be fun to see what you have planned for me," said Evelyn, she then looked up at him and kissed his lips.

"Let's go Evelyn, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get to other stuff. How does pizza sound?" asked Nick with a grin.

Evelyn chuckled, Nick's grin was adorable, and she couldn't help but feel better seeing him smile. She knew she was being stubborn about it, she clenched down on the tremors still flooding through her body. He was going to hurt himself if she let him drive.

# # #

"I'll be here for you Evelyn," said Nick as they stepped up to the doors of the police station. He took hold of her hand and pushed open the door.

"Thanks, I still don't think this will help at all."

"The police will at least have something on record then, besides I know most of the cops that work in this area," said Nick, pulling Evelyn into a hug and kissed her forehead.

They stepped forward into the police station and walked towards the front counter. "Hey Craig." 

"Hey Nick, what have you done to yourself?" Craig gestured to the shoulder brace.

"Had an accident on a fire scene, got a dislocation, but my gorgeous girlfriend here is a masseuse. Hey, I'm here because we have a report to file," Nick gestured to Evelyn to continue.

"I was leaving work and someone almost hit me with their car. They came up over the curb and..."

"Right, come this way so we can get the paperwork done," said Craig as he got up from his chair. 

Nick grasped Evelyn's arm and led her down the hall towards the interview room where Craig had opened the door and was waiting for them.

"Craig is a great guy. He's a really good cop and takes his job seriously," said Nick as he led Evelyn into the room. 

Once they had sat down Craig started the recorder, "Officer Craig Stafford taking a witness statement at 6:57pm."

Nick rubbed Evelyn's arm soothingly as Craig began, "Please state your name for the record."

"Evelyn Lassiteur,"

"You said that someone almost hit you when you were leaving work correct?" 

"Yes, I had just stepped off the sidewalk to get to my car across the street when it happened. She pulled out from the side of the road and tried to hit me."

"Can you describe her?"

"I couldn't see much at all, but the car was a dark blue sedan The woman looked like she had long red hair; I saw a glimpse of it as she passed the streetlamp."

Nick curled his arm around her waist and soothingly stroked her ribs, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

"I'll put this on the file, but there isn't anything we can do about it unless we get more information on the car or the driver." Craig reached over to turn off the recorder. 

"Thanks for your time bro, I know things can get a bit crazy around here at times," said Nick.

"Yeah, it's been a bit busy, don't know why but it always seems to this time of year. Steven and Damian have been working on a major case lately so we haven't had much free time together."

"It's been quieter on our front, and that's fine with me, since I did just get a gorgeous girlfriend," said Nick as he leaned over Evelyn and kissed her softly. 

Craig grinned and said, "We always knew you'd be like this when you got yourself a woman."

"Yeah, well, we're going to go and grab some dinner," said Nick and smiled at Evelyn.

"Have fun, I'll give you a call when we're not as busy so we can get together," said Craig.

Nick grinned and said, "Sure, see you around Craig." He grasped Evelyn's hand and led her out of the station. 

"We at least have something on record in case it happens to someone else. It's crazy how people can be so careless when they're driving. I'll take you to this awesome place I know, we can get takeout and go back to my place."

"Thanks Nick, for being there, I wouldn't have done it otherwise, I feel a little better now," said Evelyn, she then reached up and kissed his cheek.

"My pleasure, now what kind of pizza do you like?" asked Nick as he tried to not imagine Evelyn covered with pizza topping and him eating it off her.

"Meat lovers, I love barbeque sauce," said Evelyn with a groan as she licked her lips.

Nick forced back his own groan that rose in his throat, a new image of him pepperoni off her rose in his mind. He stumbled over the sidewalk as they reached his car, "I'm still driving Nick," Evelyn called as she reached the driver's door.

# # #

Nick watched Evelyn as she walked towards his apartment door, her graceful curves, and the way her hips swayed as she walked made him drool. It had only been 24 hours but he was already deeply enamored with her. Like his personal happiness was directly tied into if Evelyn was with him or not, which. sent a wave of self-conscious doubt swimming through him, what if she didn't feel the same way as him.

What if she didn't feel the same intensity, the same magnetic pull that he experienced with her. He didn't think he'd survive a rejection from her. He already felt fiercely protective of her, he wanted to make her his as soon as possible. But he had to wait; he didn't want to scare her off with the intensity of his feelings for her.

"Mmm, I can't wait to try this pizza Nick, it smells delicious," she said.

Nick groaned softly, he still couldn't get the thought of her wearing the pizza out of his mind. "They're the best," he said. He was embarrassed, his face flushed, he couldn't help but think dirty thoughts right now. Evelyn kept his body charged, especially with what she'd done earlier in the day, his body still shivered with the thought of what her practiced fingers really could do.

Nick reached the door and grabbed the keys out of his pocket unlocked it stepping inside and held the door open for Evelyn to carry the boxes inside. 

Once he sat them out on the kitchen table, he said, "Do you want mushroom, potato and bacon or the beef, tomato and onion?"

"I'll have three slices of the beef one Nick, I love lots of sauce on my pizza," said Evelyn.

Nick groaned, even with Evelyn being innocent, he couldn't help but think of doing naughty things with her. If he survived dinner it would be a miracle, he thought as he pulled out plates and set the pizza on it. "This is my favorite place to get pizza, I don't have it very often though, it's really quite fattening and I have to work out a lot to burn it off," he said carrying the plates over to the table. Once he sat down with it, he picked up a piece dripping with rich tomato sauce and took a bite.

Evelyn sat still on her seat watching Nick eat his pizza, she groaned imagining what the sauce clinging to his chin would look like spread over his gorgeous chest. In an attempt to keep from thinking too much about the fantasy, she picked up the pizza and took a bite. "Mmm delicious Nick, best pizza I think I've ever tasted."

"I grew up with good food, my mother was a food nut. She tried everything and anything in her kitchen creations. I think it's part of the reason why dad bought the restaurant, it's one of the things that mom would have wanted."

Evelyn could feel his pain just from watching his eyes and forehead crease a little, the sad look in his eyes only lasted a moment before he continued eating. 

"She sounds like a wonderful woman."

"She was, it's why it was so hard on my father, but he encouraged me to go for the firefighter training a few years back," said Nick while he ate.

"That's great, was it always something you wanted to do?" she asked picking up her pizza.

"Yeah it was, I always wanted to do that; if it wasn't firefighting, I would have gone to the police academy." 

"I always wanted to help people too. That's why I became a certified massage therapist. I thought about being a nurse but that was too stressful. This way, I know I've helped people when they need it and it brings a great sense of achievement."

Nick grinned and said, "Yeah it's exactly the same for me. I want to help people, especially when they are in need. So, what do you like doing on your time off of work? I'm asking because my uncle has a horse ranch if you're interested in horseback riding?"

"I've never been to a horse ranch before, but I'd be willing to try it out. I usually just relax at home and read books on my time off. I haven't done anything outdoors like for a few years now, although I did go a camping trip as a graduation present from my parents," Evelyn picked up another piece of pizza from the box and started eating it.

"You'll love it out there, horses are amazing animals. My horse is a coal black stallion named Hades. He's a magnificent horse, really. I'd love to show him to you sometime." Nick too picked up his last piece of pizza and shoved into his mouth.

Evelyn giggled as she noted the sauce dripping from Nick's chin.

"What?" he asked as he finished eating.

"You have sauce all over your chin and your cheeks, I never took you for a messy eater," said Evelyn grinning.

Nick grinned broadly and said, "It's the only way to eat pizza though. When we're done, do want to watch a movie?"

"Sure, I'd love to just relax for a while. It's been a busy day."

After they both finished eating, Nick asked, "What kind of movies do you watch?" 

"Romantic movies, but I love a good suspense movie every now and then, you know, spy movies like James Bond."

"I have plenty of movies to choose from, even some romantic ones too. Take your pick, they're in the cabinet in the living room. I'll just clean this sauce off."

# # #

Evelyn rested her head against Nick's chest as she watched the movie, she loved James Bond movies; she owned every single one of them. Nick was like a warm blanket to her as he had his arm over her cushioning her against his solid bulk. She could get used to this, she thought feeling the steady beat of his heart against her.

"I'm glad you're a Bond fan," said Nick looking down at her. 

"Of course, I grew up watching them. My father loves them, and so do I, it was father-daughter bonding time when we watched the movies."

Nick leaned down and kissed her softly, "That's nice, are you close with your parents?" 

"Yes, I see them at Christmas, they live in Arizona though."

"I'd like to meet them," Nick pulled Evelyn closer, wrapping his arms around her more tightly.

"Mom would love you," Evelyn then reached up and kissed him softly.

They sat in each others' arms and watched the rest of the movie in silence, simply enjoying each other's company.

***

Evelyn yawned as the movie credits rolled across the screen, "Let's get you into bed, it's been a rough day."

"Mmm, haven't had a shower yet," she said as she yawned again.

"Shower in the morning, time to get you into bed," said Nick as he turned off the TV, "A shower will only wake you up and you need to get some rest."

"Ok, shower in the morning," Nick helped her up off the couch, and took her up to his bedroom. 

"I'll help you take off the brace Nick," Evelyn watched him trying to remove the straps. She opened the clips that held the brace in place and slid it off his shoulder. She giggled as Nick tried to pull his shirt off with one hand.

"Let me get that for you," Evelyn giggled again, pulling off his shirt. His bronzed, rippled chest would always make her breath catch as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. 

Quickly, Evelyn pulled off her shirt and pants, and blushed when she realized she hadn't worn any underwear today, expecting to get changed at home. Nick's eyes drank in the sight of her as he pulled back the covers. "We both need to get some sleep Evelyn. It's been a rough day for us. We'll have plenty of time to play in the morning."

"Yeah, it has been quite a day," said Evelyn as she slipped into bed. 

Nick kissed her forehead before reaching over to the lamp and switching it off. "Goodnight Evelyn, sleep well," he pulling her into a tight, warm embrace. 

She reveled in the feel of his muscles brushing against her back, and his warm scent curling around her. She leaned back against him and closed her eyes.

# # #

The sound of water falling woke Evelyn from her blissful slumber. She looked around to find the bathroom door slightly open, and licked her lips as she envisioned water rolling over Nick's muscles. She kicked back the covers and walked towards the door, pushing it open silently, and was greeted with the sight of Nick's back gleaming with soap suds flowing over his skin.

She crept towards the shower door and pulled it open, stepping inside, closing it behind her, "Started without me?"

Nick froze as Evelyn's voice charged over his body. He turned to face her, his arms snaking around her waist, "You looked so peaceful, I was going to make you breakfast when I was done in here."

"So how is your shoulder this morning?" she purred touching his shoulder.

A shiver raced through him, "Still sore, but its better than it was yesterday. The massage you gave really helped." 

"Let me help Nick, have you just started?"

He grasped her arm gently and said, "Yeah, I just got in."

"Well turn around stud, and I'll get your back for you." Evelyn grabbed the soapy sponge from his hand, his eyes glowed with desire.

He turned around and placed his hands against the wall, then Evelyn rubbed the sponge over his shoulders. Desire flooded his blood, knowing she was behind him was enough to get him painfully hard.

With careful strokes of the sponge, Evelyn washed his shoulders then rubbed down his back. She grinned to herself seeing his muscles lock and release, her movements deliberate yet erotic leading over his ass and thighs, "I don't want you exerting yourself too much yet Nick, your shoulder still needs at least another few days to heal." He groaned when she bent down to scrub his calves and feet, then dropping the sponge and working her soapy hands up his legs. "You're awfully tense, Nick," she teased, her tongue flicked out and licked the base of his spine. 

Evelyn grinned as the groan slipped out from his lips, her hands slid further up his thighs hastening his breathing. His legs trembled when she grasped his hard cock with both hands and began to rhythmically stroke him, rolling her thumbs over the head, her fingers over his shaft, tickling the top of his balls.

"Let me relax you, the looser you are the faster your shoulder will heal," she whispered and sucked on his tailbone as her hands continued to masterfully manipulate his throbbing manhood.

"You're... speaking from... medical experience?" Nick groaned as her fingers stroked and caressed him.

"Oh yes, relaxation is the best way to treat strains and sprains," Evelyn picked up the pace of her stroking.

Nick panted harshly, thrusting into her hands when her fingers slid over his balls. He groaned, his head rested against the wall, arms braced against the hard surface as tremors of pleasure washed through him.

Evelyn reveled in the mastery she had over his body, how he reacted to her physical manipulations. She would have never considered touching a man like this only a few short days ago. Something about him made her want to be adventurous, to be wild and daring.

"Relax Nick, let the tension out." She stroked him faster, rubbing her thumbs over the tip in a circular manner.

Nick moaned as the passionate fire boiled through his veins, with a shout he erupted in her devious hands. Ribbons of cum flooded the shower and the blinding pleasure robbed him of his strength. 

Evelyn groaned at the rush of power that sped through her as he came in her hands. "You can make breakfast while I finish up in here."

Nick turned to face her, still breathing hard, "Sure, how about an omelet and toast?" he asked with a dazed expression.

"That sounds delicious." Evelyn moved to the side of the shower and watched Nick step onto the bath mat, water dripping off his body. There was something about him that made her just want to ravish him, to love him. She almost did when he turned towards her and kissed her softly before grabbing a towel off the rack.




The Obsession Ch. 05



Magnus watched Cassie as she brought the foil covered casserole dish into his kitchen. Her breasts fought against the straining fabric of her snug fitting, black turtle neck sweater and he wondered how she could have possibly gotten the small waist of her jeans over the roundness of her hips; let alone the ample bottom that he had craved since he left her laying in his bed that morning. He gently tapped his fingers on the table as he sat back in his chair. His mind wandered to his encounter with Mr. Lee the first night he moved in. 

'He called her by her real name. 

He called her 'Casia'. 

The name she has yet to share with me. 

It bothered him that another man knew more about her than he did. The way the handsome, older man pointed to her apartment with such certainty also bothered him. It was as though he had been there many times before. And maintenance man or not, he seemed way too comfortable when he referred to how long he had known Cassie. 

He wondered what else he knew. 

Whether or not he had read her book. 

"I still have to make the vegetables, so you're gonna have to wait." She said over her shoulder as she placed the tray of meat into the oven, under the pot of rice and peas she had warming on the first rack. 

"I don't mind waiting for your cooking, Cassie. I know that it's worth it. 

Besides, I have some work I must finish." He replied as he continued to study her bottom as it bounced with each step. 

He picked his phone up and began to read. 

Lea waited in the brush for the sound of footsteps with her dagger in hand and heard nothing. Dark thoughts soon took hold of her mind. What if he's lying somewhere wounded? What if he's dead? She concidered the possibility of losing him. She thought back to the night Anders beheaded David. She could have helped David. She should have helped David. But the desire to be taken by the powerful Norseman was too strong. She could hardly blame herself- afterall; his massive fallice had discovered depths within her that no other man had ever explored. From the moment they crossed paths, he had presented himself as everything she had ever desired. Even while she hid, prepared to fight for her life, she felt herself moistening at the mere thought of him. She craved his arms around her. For the first time in her life, she desired something more than just her own safety. She wanted him. She needed him. And it terrified her. 

Magnus looked up at Cassie as she placed pieces of chopped cabbage into a saute pan. He stood up and walked over to the stove. She watched him as he placed a cover onto the pan and turned off the fire. 

"What the hell are you doing?" She asked, annoyed by his interference. 

"Take off your jeans and panties, and get on my bed." He instructed. 

"I'm cooking din-" 

"Now." He calmly ordered. 

Cassie glared at Magnus for a few moments before shaking her head. She then walked into his bedroom. She removed her clothing from the waist down and climbed onto his king sized bed. She sat kneeling, watching as Magnus entered the room and turned on the light. 

"I'm probably gonna need a towel." She said, staring down at his new, white cotton sheets. 

"I was hoping you would." He said with a devilish grin. 

He walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, he then wrapped it around his pillow. 

"Lay down, Prinsesse." 

She complied and he raised her bottom with his hand and gently eased the pillow under her. 

"Aren't you hungry?" She asked, surprised he had postponed dinner. 

He smiled ravenously. "I'm starving." 

Magnus parted Cassie's legs and settled inbetween them.The extra lift from the pillow gave him a perfect view of her vivid, pink flower. He parted her lips with his fingers and saw just a slight tinge of red. 

"You're not nearly as rare as you were yesterday, Sød Prinsesse." He said before running his tongue up her opening. 

Cassie shivered as she felt his tongue begin to dance along her clitoris. 

"I didn't think it was possible for you to taste even better than you did the first night." He whispered as he dipped a finger into her. 

He watched her body rise and fall as he massaged her clitoris with his thumb while the index finger of his other hand frolicked within her tight vagina. 

"You are so incredibly beautiful Prinsesse. So perfect." He praised her, as he drew his finger out of her. The red tinge of her fluids left a pink coating on his finger. 

"Mmm..." He hummed before sucking his finger clean and sticking it back inside. 

He then eased his middle finger in alonside it, and began to lightly stroke the roof of her vagina. He dove back onto her, lashing at her clitoris with his eager tongue. 

"Oh god Magnus... yes... Ohh!" Cassie screamed as Magnus brought her to a deep, fulfilling orgasm. 

He snickered as her pussy clenched his fingers, coating them with a gush of shimering fluid. He watched her as she trembled, panting with desire. He then indulged in sucking her juices from his fingers. 

"Please let me ride you, Magnus." She begged. 

He grinned. "You love to be full, don't you Prinsesse?" 

"Yes." She answered without hesitation as he gently licked her sensitive clit. 

"Then I believe I've found your punishment, min søde." 

"Wha-" 

Before she could question his last statement, he latched back onto her swollen clit and fervently licked at her. She squeeled and bucked at him, reaching down to push him away. He hooked his arms around her thighs and locked her in place as he continued his assault. He was merciless as he brought her to climax after climax, all without the throbbing reward he knew she so desperately sought. 

After her fifth orgasm, he pulled himself from her sopping wet muff and chuckled as he admired her swolen lips. Cassie looked down at him as she struggled to catch her breath. He looked downright demonic as he watched the sweat drip down her thighs, from the pit behind her knees. His face glistened as he stared down into her pleading eyes. 

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned towards her and pursed his lips to blow ever so gently at her clitoris. She trembled and writhed at the mere feeling of his breath against sensitive sex, she was moaning in defeat. He watched her for a few more moments before removing the pillow from beneath her and crawling up to kiss her sweat soaked face. She trembled at the feeling of his slacks grazing against her throbing womanhood as he mounted her. 

"I don't like to punish my sweet Prinsesse, but it was called for. 

You kept something very special from me. 

Something that was rightfully mine. 

I had no choice but to punish you." 

He caressed her face as spoke softly to her. 

"But after all, you are my Prinsesse... I could never punish you with pain." 

Magnus pulled the sweater off of her and savored the aroma of her sweat trapped within it before tossing it aside. She was wearing a black bustier bra. He reached down and traced his fingers over the soft lace. 

"I understand if you don't want me to please your swollen little fisse, Prinsesse. 

Your punishment is over for tonight, and so you may return to your novel and edit 'Magnus' into 

'Anders'... 

...in paragraph six... 

...on page four of chapter eighteen. 

Or you may get to that later, and have me please you right now." 

Cassie looked up at him in horror as his words set in. 

"You know." She said, her voice almost a faint whisper. "How did you find out?" 

"That's not important, Cassie." 

"And you still want me?" She asked, quizzically. 

Magnus brought his lips to her ear. 

"I will always want you." 

Cassie donned a sorrowful expression as she wrapped her arms around him. However, her expression quickly changed to a menacing one. 

"Get up and please me." She ordered. 

Magnus chuckled as he stood up and lifted her into his arms. 

"That's my girl." He carried her over to his dresser and sat her on top of it. 

"I took great care in selecting the furniture in my apartment, Prinsesse. 

The dresser, tables and chairs were all choosen with fucking you on top of them in mind." 

He said as he removed his dress shirt and slacks. 

"You don't know of awkwardness until you have shopped for furniture with an erection." 

He wrapped her hand around his rigid shaft. 

A whining moan escaped her as her desire for him became too much to bear. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me now, dammit!" Cassie demanded as she reached her hand to the back of his head and grabbed a fistful of his golden hair. 

Magnus laughed as he pulled her close and drove himself inside of her swollen, dripping cavern. He moaned at the sudden feeling of her tight, hot walls surrounding him. Normally, he would take his time entering her, allowing her to adjust; but his hour long finger play had prepared her to accept him without any discomfort. He wrapped an arm around the bottom of her waist, and brought the other across the top of her back, gripping her shoulder with his powerful hand as he wildly bucked at her while she screamed in ecstasy. 

"So fucking good... min chokolade Prinsesse..." 

He said as he grabbed her wrist and pinned it behind her head, exposing the flesh of her armpit. He pressed his nose to the sensitive skin and inhailed as he continued to pump away. 

"I love every part of you, Acacia." 

He growled as he ran his tongue along the fragrant skin. 

He released her arm and lifted her by her bottom. He carried her over to the wall, where he pressed her against it and sank his teeth into her neck with just enough pressure to cause her to ride her way to an orgasm. 

"Yes- baby you feel so fucking good!" She screamed as he continued thrusting into her. 

"Magnus yes! Oh god yes!" 

Her cries sent him into a frenzy as he laughed maniacally. 

"That's right, Prinsesse. Don't ever forget who you belong to." 

Magnus savored her muiltiple orgasms as he powered into his pinned princess. 

"You were made for me, Acacia... don't you see that? Can't you feel that?" 

He groaned as he felt his own climax building. 

"Kom med mig Prinsesse." (Come with me Prinsesse.) 

His request fell on deaf ears, as she was far too enthralled in her own orgasm to hear him. Her legs began to tremble as she felt the first stream scorch it's way into her. 

"Ahh...mnh- min søde pige!"(My sweet girl!) Magnus exclaimed as he filled her. 

He held her there for a few moments as the last spasms left his body and his vision returned to normal. He had actually became dizzy. Worried that he might be fatigued, Cassie reached her leg down towards the floor only to be hoisted back up, into his grasp as he regained his stregnth. 

"Not just yet, Prinsesse." He said to her, teasingly as he brought his lips to hers. 

She kissed him passionately as she ran her fingers through his sleek hair. His stubble was perfumed with her essence. He then brought his lips to her ear. 

"Jeg elsker dig, Acacia... jeg... elsker... dig... 

I know you know what that means." He whispered before he released her, gently easing her to the gound. 

"And now I must go eat the oxen tails you have made me, before I pass out." 

She chuckled at his last statement as he smiled and walked out to the kitchen. But her expression returned to a serious state as she processed what had just happened. 

She knew exactly what he said. 

And it terrified her. 

Magnus sat at his desk, scrolling through his tablet. It had been another busy day, but he was finally done. And now he could direct his attention towards the author that he had become quite a fan of. 

'Perhaps I'll have her read to me tonight.' He thought to himself. 

Just as visions of Cassie lying naked on his bed, reading her story out loud while she pleasured herself began to fill both of his heads; Annette walked in. 

"Oh... you were so quiet I thought you had left for the day. 

Is everything alright?" He said to his assistant as she sat across from him and pulled her chair closer to his desk. 

"I was just wondering if you've spoken to Cassie. 

And if so, how is she?" Annette asked, with genuine concern. 

"Yes, of course I have. I've actually began treating her." He grinned, reminiscently. "And she's responding quite well." 

"You've been treating her?" Annette questioned. 

"Yes. And she's doing just fine." 

Annette sat back in her chair with a worried expression. 

"Don't you think it would be best if a therapist who isn't the person she's obsessed with spoke with her?" 

He pondered her question for a moment, before answering plainly. 

"No." 

"What?" Annette asked in disbelief. 

"I don't think she's ill Annette. I think she's simply in love." 

"In love?" She could hardly believe what she was hearing. 

Until now, Magnus had presented himself as a stellar therapist but Anette found herself doubting his competence in this matter. 

"How can she be in love? 

She hardly knows you. 

It's obvious that she's just projecting her fantasies onto you." 

"It's so much more than that." He said. Annette could hear the conviction in his voice. 

"Wait- do you... have... feelings... for her?" She asked, unsure if she really wanted an answer. 

"I'm sorry Annette. I know that you... 

I never meant to lead you on. 

I wanted to tell you so many times, I just-" 

"This is insane." Annette stood up, interupting Magnus' confession. 

"Look, I may have wanted things to go a little differently; but at this point the last thing I'm worried about is whether or not you felt the same." 

"Annette, I-" 

"You don't owe me an apology. But you do owe Cassie a lot more than what you're giving her. You're using her, taking advantage of her mental state." 

"I know how it might seem, but I assure you I'm not." 

"You are." She shook her head as she held her forehead, and secretly wished she had never walked into his office. "This is twisted. And more importantly, it's unethical." 

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Annette. 

I value your friendship, and your opinion. 

But this is a personal matter and ethics don't really come into play." 

He stood up and put on his jacket and canvas shoulder bag. 

"Magnus..." She said to him, shaking her head and at a loss for words. 

"She's mine, Annette. 

And again, this is a personal matter; and I don't wish to speak of it any longer. 

I'll see you tomorrow." 

Annette sat stunned as Magnus left the office. She thought of Cassie and how indifferent she seemed not only to her, but to Magnus. She wondered whether or not she had failed her by telling Magnus about the novel. She wondered if she had put her in danger. 

Magnus walked over to the elevator, glad to be home. 

He hated the idea of being off from work, yet not with her; the whole situation just seemed pointless. He figured it was time to go and purchase a car as it would soon be difficult to travel by bike. He didn't like the idea of storing his bike for the snowy months to come, but he did look forward to cutting his transit time in half. As the elevator door chimed and opened he heard a familiar bark comming from Cassie's apartment. 

He walked over and opened the door to find Cassie on the couch with Mr. Lee as Hedy barked hapily at his feet. Cassie stood up and looked to Magnus as he closed her door behind him. She was wearing the dress shirt he wore yesterday over a pair of spandex tights. Her hair was down and unstyled, left to hang in the shaggy waves he had grown so fond of. 

She walked to him, and as she got closer, he realized that she had been crying. She said nothing as she approached him; she simply nuzzled into his chest, seeming to savor his presence. Magnus brought an arm around her and pulled her close as he shot a menacing look at Mr. Lee. 

"Easy tall drink." Said an apprehensive Mr. Lee as he rose from Cassie's couch. 

"I'm just dropping off the powder puff. Besides..." 

His eyes traveled up and down Magnus' pysique. 

"...I'm gay." He said matter-of-factly as he stood and walked across the room. 

"He was just dropping Hedy off. Angela went into surgery today. They're removing her kidney." Said Cassie, her voice cracking. 

"Are you sure you'll be okay with her? I could take her with me, and then drop her off before I go to work tonight." Asked Mr. Lee, pointing to Hedy. 

"That works." Said Cassie as she turned to him. 

Mr. Lee walked over to Hedy and snapped her leash onto her collar. 

"Thanks Alex. I'll call you if I'm upstairs when you leave." Cassie thanked her friend. 

"Alex? So that's your first name?" Asked Magnus. 

Cassie turned to Alex and gave him a playfully questioning look. 

"Let me guess..." She said to Magnus. "He introduced himself as 'Mr. Lee'?" 

Alex smiled at her with a guilty expression. 

"You bitch!" She teased playfully. 

Magnus looked at Cassie and Alex with confussion. 

"That's his show name. He introduces himself by it when he's on the prowl." 

Alex laughed, knowing he had been caught. 

"Hey, you can't blame me." Said Alex as he made his way past Magnus and Cassie and opened the door. "Bye sexy." He said with a wink to a very red faced and flattered Magnus, as he left with Hedy. 

Magnus turned to Cassie. 

"I thought that perhaps he was competition. 

I'm glad I ignored my impulses and didn't attack him when I opened the door." 

"I'm glad you didn't too! He's a retired kick boxer." She laughed. "And I don't think Angela would appreciate you fighting with her brother." 

Magnus took a moment to let the foolishness of his irrational conclusions sink in. He would have attacked an innocent man had his Cassie not immediately come to him when he entered her apartment. He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face to look at her. Her eyes were still a little puffy. 

"You've had a rough day, my Prinsesse." 

She nodded as he leaned down to sweetly kiss her forehead. 

"I'll forgive you for not making your way back to my apartment in time today. 

Have you written?" 

She shook her head. 

"Cooked?" 

She shook her head once again. 

"It hurts me deeply to see you in distress. 

Shall we go upstairs and I'll order us some dinner and give you the greeting you deserve, min sød?" 

Cassie smilled. 

"Alright. Give me a second." She walked off and disappeared into the bathroom as Magnus waited. 

When Cassie returned to leave her apartment with Magnus, she found that he was already gone. She locked her door and took the stairs up, and knocked on his door. 

"Get in here, Prinsesse." 

She was a bit taken back by the change in his tone, but she entered to find him sitting on his large black sofa. 

"Couldn't wait for me, huh? What did you order?" She asked. 

"I don't care about food right now, Prinsesse. I'm too concerned about your behaviour." 

Cassie looked at him, puzzled. 

"What have I done now?" 

She sauntered over, completely aware that he was transfixed by her curves as her hips swayed in their white spandex wrapping with each step. She didn't know what game he was playing, but he was already turning her on. Everything he did turned her on. 

"Are you still mad about the novel?" She asked as she approached him. 

"Of course not. 

I wasn't really angered to begin with. 

Who wouldn't want a look into their beloved's mind? 

To know their deepest desires? I was only upset that you kept it from me." 

"Then what's the problem now?" 

"Take off your pants. 

Peel them off. 

Slowly." 

Cassie smiled mischieviously as she began to slowly peel the tight fabric to her thighs. She then sat on the arm of the sofa and faced him as she slowly brought one leg out of her tights, then then next. She stood back up and awaited command. 

"Take off the shirt." 




The Obsession Ch. 05



She smiled once again as she slowly unbuttoned the oversized black dress shirt, before letting it fall to the floor behind her. 

"Come here." 

Cassie stood before magnus as he studied her every curve. She was wearing a white cotton bra and matching thong. The contrast of the fabric against her chocolaty-carmel skin made his mouth water. 

"Turn around." 

Cassie complied, giving Magnus a full view of her voluptuos, firm globes. The white triangle of fabric that lay directly beneath her Venus dimples seemed to call to him and awaken every primal urge of his, all at once. He reached out and grabbed her by her hips, pulling her onto him. She was amazed at the ease in which he quickly manipulated her body so that she lay face down over his lap. 

"So I get a spanking?" She asked, coyly. 

He answered her quickly with a firm slap to her bottom. She jumped slightly. More surprised than hurt. The strike was loud, but delibrately gentle; leaving only a slight sting. He raised his hand and brought it down to her again. 

"Mmhn!" She moaned, enticingly as he watched her backside vibrate from the slap. 

She heard a low growl rumble from his throat as he leaned over and bit at her cheeks. She gasped at the sudden roughness of his golden stubble, paired with the feel of his fangs as he inflicted his soft, savoring bites upon her inbetween long, hungry licks. The feeling of his stiffness poking into her abdomen made her drooling cavern ache. 

He parted her cheeks to trace the white cotton strip, before sliding his finger underneath until he found a spot in the fabric that was saturated with moisture. He had been pushed to his limits by the thin cotton strip, and before he knew it, he had already ripped the crotch strap in two. Cassie continued to gasp and moan as he ripped the waistband and pulled the shredded cotton from her. He groaned as he attempted to wrap his hands around her mounds, but found that there was just too much even for his large hands. 

"Cassie... I can't even give you a decent spanking without losing my mind." 

"Fair enough. I don't even know what I've done." She chuckled. 

"Get up." He growled. 

She stood up and he joined her. He lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder, before carrying her to the kitchen divider. As he sat her onto the counter, tipsy memories of him ravaging her in her kitchen rushed into her mind. She parted her legs, begging for him as she perched on the divider. 

"You want me, Prinsesse?" Magnus said as he stepped between Cassie's legs and perched her chin inside his hand. 

"Of course I want you." She whispered, with an evil smile. 

"Then why don't you trust me?" 

"I do." She replied. 

"Really?" He stared at her, knowingly. The look in his eyes made her cringe with shame. 

He pushed her backward slightly, leaning her back as he scooped her closer to him. He then parted her sopping wet lips and stuck his index finger into her. He wiggled it slightly before sending in his middle finger. She purred at the attention, but something felt strange. This wasn't his normal technique. His fingers seemed to wander and explore aimlessly, missing all of the spots he knew so well. Suddenly she felt a strange sensation as his fingers hit their destination. He brought his face to hers and stared into her uncertain eyes. 

"Ah. Found it." He remarked as he pulled the latex from her body without breaking his gaze. 

"You trust me?" He challenged as he held the diaphram between his fingers. 

"And so you use this archaic device to block my seed?" 

She looked at him, not really knowing what to say. 

He continued. 

"I couldn't quite explain what I felt the night you told me that you were using this. 

It was odd. 

It almost felt like anger... perhaps sadness. 

And so I blocked it out of my mind and focused on you. 

But now I know exactly what it was that I was feeling. Betrayal." 

"How the hell did I betra-" 

"You made me think that you were a slave to your desire for me just as I am to you. 

That I made you reckless and free. 

But I understand now that this isn't betrayal. 

It is simply fear. 

You've been terrified of me since the moment we met." 

He placed the diaphram on the counter next to her, then he gently wiped a tear from her face. 

"Speak your mind, Prinsesse." He gently coaxed. 

"You just showed up out of nowhere. 

I've been dreaming of you my whole life, and then you just showed up." 

She wiped her face, frustrated with the situation. 

"Exactly the way I pictured you... better than I ever imagined. 

Anders isn't the first character I've created in the same likeness. 

There have been a lot of 'Anders'. But none of them even came close to you. 

It's like you grabbed all the best parts of them, and then made your personality ten times as nice." 

"I have flaws you know, Acacia. I am far from perfect." He said, wiping another tear from her cheek. 

"Power and perfection in carnate." She mocked herself. 

"There is no such thing. 

And even if there were, I'm completely vulnerable to you." He assured. 

"Ever since the first night, I've lived in constant fear that you'd figure it out. 

That you'd completely dominate me. 

And then you did. 

And I loved it. 

And I begged for more. 

But you terrify me Magnus. I don't know if I can lose you." 

"Welcome to my nightmare, Prinsesse. 

You've done the same to me. 

I simply never gave in to the fear, but it was always there." 

"If you could read my thoughts, you'd run." She insisted. 

Magnus winced and shook his head, disturbed by the very idea of abandoning Cassie. 

"You have me, Prinsesse. I think of you day and night." 

"I wear your clothes as a reminder that you're real. 

And then I masturbate in them." She said, waiting to see his response. 

He smiled fiendishly and placed his hand on her knee to caress her soft skin. 

"Five times. 

I did it five times the day you moved in." She continued. "After I showed you to your apartment I damned near ran downstairs to get off while I thought about you. 

Didn't you notice how wet I was when you went down on me?" 

He licked his lips as he reminisced. "I did." 

"Twice in my bed, twice in the shower." 

His fingers trailed her thigh until they reached her lips. He lingered at her entrance, slicking his index finger up and down her weeping slit. 

"You said five." He stated as his other hand traveled to her breast to massage the little brown pebbles that were her nipples. 

"As soon as you were gone, I realized you forgot your undershirt. 

So I put it on. 

But the shirt smelled so fucking good... I had to... mmm..." 

Cassie moaned as he pushed his finger into her. 

"I never felt even a fraction of this for anyone. 

Not even my ex-husband. 

If he could hurt me; immagine what you could do." She whispered, attempting to resist the pleasure that his fingers were treatening to deliver. 

"You own me, Acacia. 

Why won't you let me have you? 

It's only fair." He kissed her neck as he continued his gentle fingering. 

He continued. "Will you spend the rest of your life running from the big bad Dane who dreams about licking you while he's at work? 

The one who spills his seed into your panties at night? 

Or will you claim what's yours and open back up for me, Prinsesse?" He whispered. 

Magnus lovingly kissed Cassie, and massaged her flower until she was relaxed and dripping again. He pushed another finger inside of her and searched for that magical spot that seemed to be her trigger. Her back arched suddenly as he found it; but he quickly removed his fingers from her, refusing to allow her to orgasm just yet. 

She groaned and brought his hand back to her, silently begging for more. But he simply waved a finger at her as he gently patted her swollen lips. He then walked over to the livingroom closet. He brought out a large piano bench and placed it in the livingroom, with one end against the wall. Cassie admired the shiny handcarved cherry wood frame and the red velvet cushion that ran the legnth of the bench. 

"I didn't know you played piano." She said, still admiring the bench. 

"It's for you." He smiled, sweetly. "I call it a riding bench." 

Cassie laughed as Magnus began to strip himself. She crossed her legs and pressed her thighs together to quel the aching inside her that was only worsening as he revealed more and more of his chisled body. His torso seemed impossibly long. His well defined muscles were barely hidden behind the soft golden hair that trailed from his abdomen to his chest. She had never been more attracted to anyone in her life. Never before had she encountered a lover who could literally make her ache for him at the mere sight of his flesh. He smiled appreciatively at her while she licked her lips as she stared at his erection. 

He then sat on the bench. 

"I thought that was my bench!" She chided. 

"It is. So that you may punish me." He smiled. 

"So we're choosing our punishments now?" She asked as she hopped off the counter. 

He layed back on the bench. 

"You could choose something different if you like. 

But I thought you would enjoy riding your fear into oblivion." 

He started to sit up, but Cassie pushed him back down. 

"Stay." She said, coldly. 

She then brought her leg over him, and sat backwards onto his lap. 

"Watch." She commanded. 

He looked down to see his manhood being slowly massaged between her bottom. 

"Mmm..." He groaned as she twerked her rounds while peering back at him over her shoulder. 

"Can I touch, Prinsesse?" 

She teasingly shook her head as she continued her torturous dance. She reached behind her and grabbed each cheek. She opend them just enough to slip him deeper inbetween them, then squeezed them together, trapping him as she continued her bouncing. A drop of precum oozed onto the small of her back as he hissed and fought the urge to grab ahold of her. 

"You want me to ride this perfect cock of yours?" 

"Yes, Prinsesse." His voice dripping with desperation. 

"Beg." 

"Please goddess... " 

"So now I'm a goddess?" She mocked. 

"You were my goodess from the very first night... please Acacia... I'm so hard it's painful." 

"Good." She replied. "I want you to remember that I'm the one who takes your pain..." 

She lifted herself onto him, kissing his cock with her drooling lips."...and turns it into pleasure." 

With those last words, she began to grind onto him, rotating her hips to ensure that he carresed every aching spot within her walls. She was so wet, he could feel her dripping down his shaft as continued to bury him inside of her, agonizingly slowly. 

"Oh... how is it that you seem tighter every time..." He graoned as she brought herself to a sitting position. 

She paused to collect her bearings before she entered into a rhythmic bounce, as though she were on a galloping steed. 

"Go ahead- touch..." She managed between moans. 

Magnus reached down and wrapped his hands around her rear as it bounced against his stomach he watched for a second, amazed at the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen as he eyed his goddess while she peered back at him. 

"Tell me what you want, Magnus." 

"I want to enter my kingdom... mmm... that place no other man has touched." 

"Come get it, baby." She whispered. 

He reached up and wrapped his hands around her, pulling her to him. 

"Magnus-" She called, unsure as her feet left the floor. 

"Trust me." He whispered. 

He placed his hands under her thighs and pulled her back; scooting them both backwards until his upper back was against the wall. He then pulled her down onto him and began thrusting into her with animalistic speed. Cassie was incoherent as she wailed and moaned, her body relaxing and falling into his as he continued pumping his hips upward, while bouncng her onto him in a dizzying speed. 

She leaned back and reached for the sides of the bench, gripping them for stability. This allowed him to free one of his hands and he siezed the opportunity to massage her fully exposed clitoris. His index and middle fingers worked in a circular motion, matching the speed in which his rock hard falice pumped into her. 

He moaned as he felt his tip meeting her cervix. 

"What is a viking without his conquered territory?" He growled out as he desperately tried to push back his release until he felt that familiar squeeze. 

Cassie arched her head back onto his shoulder as tears of pleasure ran down her face and onto his neck. 

"Is it good Prinsesse? Er det min?"(Is it mine?) He breathed into her ear. 

"Baby yes! Yes... it's yours!" 

She called out as he felt the constriction he so longed for. He deepened his massage, coaxing an orgasm from both her twiching clit and her contracting vagina. The feeling of her walls clenching him, as her cervical fluid dripped down his scrotum was too much to bear and he let go, spraying his seed against her cervix. He groaned, grinding her into him as her body spasmed uncontrollably in his arms. 

He watched her as she writhed in between spasms. He had slowed down and was now rocking her gently, but she continued to tremble and moan in orgasm. He smiled as he softly kissed her neck, savoring the fact that her trust could allow him to bring her so much pleasure. 

He held her as they caught their breath. 

"I love you, Acacia. Don't ever fear me again." 

Cassie lifted the foil to check on her curry. The tender chicken pieces were perfectly done as they floated in the thick curry, crispy skin up. She turned off the oven and placed the pan back into it, that was when she heard a knock at her door. 

"Who is it?" Asked Cassie, wipping her hands on her apron before reaching for the peephole cover. 

She wasn't expecting any visitiors, so she was puzzled. 

"Hi, um... I'm not sure if you remember me, but-" 

Cassie opened the door when she saw the familiar face. 

"Yeah. I remember you." She said to Annette as she nervously waved. 

"Um... yeah... this is kind of weird. I'm sorry for bothering you, I just wanted to..." 

Cassie crossed her arms questionably as Magnus' flustered assistant tried to find the words she needed. 

"Cassie? Right?" 

"Yes. And you're Annette." She concluded. 

"Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot-" 

"We did?" Cassie asked, as she never really harboured any ill feelings towards the chipper ginger. 

"Well, I thought we did. 

And I'm sorry, because I realize now that well- you may have just had a crush. 

Just like I did. A harmless crush that he capitalized on." 

Cassie looked at the woman, even more puzzled than she was originally. 

"Again, I'm sorry I just need to know; are you... are you alright?" 

"I'm... fine..." She answered apprehensively. 

"Good. I mean great!" 

Cassie raised a brow. 

"I just needed to know that you were okay." 

"I'm fine. Why?" She inquired. 

"Well, has Magnus... has he... have you ever felt threatened by him?" 

"By Magnus?" She chuckled. "He's the only one that makes me feel safe." Cassie admitted, honestly. 

"You feel safe? I mean that's good, I just; need to know that he isn't harming you or stalking you in any way." 

Cassie stared at her in silence. 

"He's obsessed with you Cassie." 

"I know." She answered just as plainly as though she had told her it was Tuesday. 

"You... know?" 

"Yes." 

"And you're okay with that? 

"Yup." 

They stood there for a few seconds before Cassie broke the silence. 

"I love him." 

"You do? You're sure?" 

"I'd kill for him. Wanna try me?" 

Annette's eyes widened, causing Cassie to laugh. 

"I'm kidding. Sort of." 

Annette laughed inspite herself. 

"Look, I'm fine. And I'm not angry. 

It was actually kinda nice of you to stop by to make sure I wasn't rotting away in my bathtub or something." 

Annette smiled and sighed in relief. 

"It's hard to explain what we are, but if you want to say 'obsessed' then fine. 

But then we both are." 

"I don't know... maybe I blew the this whole thing out of proportion. 

I think maybe I owe Magnus an apology." 

"Tell him at work tomorrow." 

"Yyyeah..." Said Annette, taking the hint. "Well, I'm glad things are good. I really do like Magnus. He's a good colleague and friend." 

"From what I hear, so are you." 

Annette smiled as Cassie's last comment had caught her off guard. 

The two women shook hands before Annette headed off. 

Cassie made her way to her bedroom and went inside. She looked at herself in the mirror and admired her new apron. It was a soft, bright pink, frilly apron with tiny polkadots. Three large ruffles lined the bottom of the linen garmet, and a large frilled pocket adorned the hip; the handle of a kitchen knife sticking out of it. It was easily the girliest thing she had ever owned. She brushed her fingers over the embroidering of the pocket which read "Onde" in hot pink cursive before begining to primp at her hair. 

"Not onde enough to rat you out, now was I?" 

She asked Magnus, who lay on her bed, enjoying the view of her. She wore only a light pink thong and panty set beneath the apron, but no one would ever notice that from the front. Her reflection in the miror presented a fifties styled housewife. Her hair was rolled up in the sleek french twists she wore the first day he met her, but long swept bangs now framed her face and little pearl earings dotted her ears. She watched his reflection in the mirror as his eyes darted back and forth between the mirror and her exposed rear. She could tell that he was enjoying the contrast. 

"Your little friend stopped by." 

"Did she?" Said Magnus as he looked up at her face in the mirror. 

"She did. 

And she had some troubling things to say." She said as she turned and walked over the bed. 

Aside from a hand towel which had been drapped over his privates, he was completely naked. His tan had faded, leaving his creamy white skin in vivid contrast to Cassie's deep red sheets. His hands and feet were bound to the posts of her bed. 

He hungrily watched her as she ran her index finger down his abs, using them as speed bumps for the slow moving digit. She then trailed the line that parted the muscles up to his chest where she had wrapped a single rope around his torso, just below his pectoral muscles. She had tied it just tight enough to cause a slight indent and accentuate his already pronounced muscles, but loose enough to slide her fingers underneath to grip it. 

"God, you're so fucking hot." She said as she traced the rope with her finger. 

"What did she say?" He asked Cassie, snapping her out of her monentary trance. 

She looked into the saphire eyes she had grown so accustomed to staring into as she orgasmed, which caused her to lick her lips lustfully. 

"She said you were dangerous." 

She took the knife from her apron pocket. 

"She said you were obsessed." 

She rotated the knife in her hand, admiring how the light reflected off it's razor sharp edge. 

"I assured her you were just fine. I lied." 

She placed the knife on the bedstand and untied the straps of her apron. 

"I could have told her what a naughty, dirty, big bad Daddy you've been..." 

She lifted the strap from around her neck, revealing her soft, pink undergarmets. As she walked over to her closet, Magnus studied her every move. He noted how the pink fabric against her chocolaty skin reminded him of strawberry frosting on a milk chocolate cake as she casually hung the apron on the dooknob to her closet door, before walking back over to the bed. 

"I could have told her about how you snuck away into the bathroom during your lunch break just to tease me with pictures of your big, juicy cock. 

And how you tourtured me with photos of your silky, luscious come dripping down the drain of a sink." 




The Obsession Ch. 05



Cassie reached down and slowly ran her nails across his large chest, leaving a trail of light pink scratches over his pale skin before she climbed onto the bed. 

"Not my hungry, begging mouth... 

not my aching, sensitive nipples..." 

She bent down between his legs and ran her tongue along his inner thigh, stopping just short of the hand towel covering his engorged falice as he groaned. 

"And certainly not deep inside the welcoming warmth of your kingdom. 

No!" 

With her last word she simultaneously slapped the inside of his thigh, causing him to groan loadly as his erection bounced under the towel. 

"Down the rusted drain of a fucking bathroom sink!" She scolded. 

She mounted him, cleared her throat and pushed a wayward wave back into its bun in an attempt to regain her composure. 

"But I didn't tell her that." 

She leaned forward to face a smiling Magnus. 

"Because that's none of her fucking business, is it?" 

He smiled devilishly and slowly shook his head in agreeance. Cassie leaned back pulled the small towel off of him. She then laid his erection flat against his stomach before resting her lace covered pussy over it. He moaned at the feeling of the warm, damp fabric resting on him. She reached up and grabbed the rope around his chest with one hand as she brought her other hand to her panties. 

"Oh no, not again Prinsesse... please." He begged. 

"I don't think you've quite learned your lesson." She said without an ounce of remorse. 

"I know I shouldn't have teased you... mmm..." 

She began to grind against his shaft. 

"It was just such a long day... mmm... and I was so frustrated... because I couldn't be inside of you... please forgive me Prinsesse... I'm sorry." He pleaded. 

"Du vil være." She sneered as she slid her fingers into the side of her panties. 

He could feel her circling her clit with her fingertips as she began to gyrate her hips. She moaned and purred as she rode him, using the rope for leverage as her fingers worked away within the lace. She studied the muscles that ran from his shoulders into his neck. He could feel her warm juices dripping through her panties and onto him as she stared longfully at the dimple in his chin. 

"Show me your teeth." She whispered. 

He parted his mouth and curled his lip before running his tongue over the upper row of his teeth. 

"Mmm... so damned sexy... every inch of your body makes me wet." She praised. 

She pulled her panties to the side, exposing her fully bloomed lips and dragged her clitoris up and down his shaft. He groaned as he watched her drooling kitty make it's way up his legnth to his corona. She perched onto his tip, sandwinching his cock between her sopping wet clit and his stomach as she furiously massaged herself with her fingers. He closed his eyes and pressed his head backwards into the pillow, agonizing over her torturous methods. 

"Open your eyes!" She demanded. 

Magnus looked at her, sneering aggresively as she stared directly into his eyes. 

He knew that look. 

She was so close. 

He changed his expression into the most angelic, innocent expression he could muster. 

"Ah- ah- ah!" She moaned as she rodeoed her way into an orgasm without ever taking her eyes off him. 

He smiled contently as he watched her continue to moan in ecstasy as she rode through the climax. She leaned forward and hovered her glistening hand over his lips. He darted his tongue at them hungrily as she teased him with her fingers, keeping them just out of reach of his seeking tongue. 

"How do you like it?" She said as she attempted to catch her breath. "How do you like seeing what you can't have?" 

"I understand. I completely see the error of my actions." He answered remorsefully. 

"What will you do next time?" She asked, still dangling her hand over his mouth. 

"I will come home during lunch and please my Prinsesse." 

She smiled, satisfied with his words. 

"Now may I taste?" He asked innocently. 

She smiled wickedly before wiping her hand on the sheet beside her. 

"I didn't get a taste... neither do you." 

Magnus' expression revealed his dismay and disappointment as Cassie crawled up his torso to reach the nightstand. As she did, her soaking wet panties trailed his body. She was so close he could smell her, causing even more torture as he tilted his head forward to lick her body. She sat back onto him with the item she had reached for. She gripped his rodeo rope once again and pulled it upward, sliding the kitchen knife underneath. He watched her lovingly as she sawed at the rope until it snapped in half. She ran her fingers over the pink indentation left by the rope, then leaned down to plant tender kisses across it. 

"Sorry to have to punish you so severely. I just hope you've learned your lesson." 

"Only one way to find out." He grinned. 

Cassie brought the knife down to one of the ropes binding his wrists and began to slowly saw. 

"I mean, I have been teasing you for the past two hours. 

But I also cooked one of your favorite meals. 

I'm sure you'll be as docile as a bunny rabbit." She purred as the first rope snapped beneath the blade. 

She could feel him pulsing beneath her as she moved to the next rope, as his falice was still pinned beneath her. 

"I'm sure you completely forgive me for tying you up during your nap and then forcing you to watch me masturbate while I stared at your gorgeous body." 

"Of course." He said smiling warmly, as she got up from the bed and walked to the ropes on his feet. 

"So forgiving... you Danes." She said before cutting the last two ropes. 

Magnus stood and rubbed his wrists, as Cassie tossed the knife back onto the nightstand and walked over to her fiance. He stroked her glowing face before scooping her into his arms and dropping her onto the bed. Before she could react, he was already on top of her, pinning her arms down as he bit and kissed at her breasts. He found a pointy peak and gently nipped at it through the lace of her bra. 

"Prinsesse..." He hissed. "I'll have triplets inside of you by the time I'm through." 

Cassie giggled in delight as he continued to her other nipple before bringing his mouth to hers. She ran her tongue over his lips. 

"I need it so fucking bad." She whimpered. 

"Ikke så slemt, som jeg gør." (Not as bad as I do.)



The Obsession Ch. 05



***

Nick stumbled out to the kitchen after getting dressed in only a towel. A pleasant haze fogged his mind as he pulled open drawers to get what he needed for breakfast. He never felt the desire to give up his control to anyone in the past, but Evelyn was special. She made him want things he had never dreamed of. 

His stomach rumbled, with the smell of the eggs filled the air. Opening the spice drawer and pulling out a bottle, he sprinkled it lightly over the simmering eggs as they cooked. Then he pulled two plates out of the cabinet and set them down on the counter.

Evelyn watched Nick from the doorway, his towel hung loosely from his hips as he stood over the stove cooking their breakfast. It was an incredible sensation, to know she could wipe him out to the point he forgot to dry himself off properly, as she watched water drip from his hair down his back.

"Smells amazing Nick," walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

His breath caught in his throat as he felt the soft fluff of the towel she wore press against his back, the slight feel of her breasts fired his blood again, and his cock hardened, tenting his own towel. "Thanks, you'll love it. When it's my turn to make breakfast for the guys at the station, this is what I cook."

As soon as the toast popped, Nick took the eggs off the heat to let them settle. "Evelyn can you hand me the plates?" He pulled another bottle of spices from the cupboard and sprinkled it over the cooked eggs. He scooped them up and flipped them over and sprinkled more over the bottom. 

"Thanks," he said as she put the plates next to the stove. 

He skillfully dished out the eggs and then arranged the toast on the edge, carrying them to the table. "I have Worcestershire sauce as well if you want to add that to the eggs."

"I'm fine with this, thanks Nick," said Evelyn as Nick went to get cutlery from the drawer.

Evelyn picked up fork full of her omelet and scooped it onto a piece of the toast taking a bite, moaning as the flavor exploded across her tongue. "This is fantastic Nick," she said with a full mouth, and took another big bite as Nick put the fork down for her eggs. 

"My mother taught me everything I know about cooking," he said sitting down next to her.

Nick watched Evelyn with a grin as she devoured the eggs and toast. "I love a woman who's not afraid of food," he said before eating another part of his own omelet.

"Mmm, who could be afraid of food, especially if you're cooking it?" Evelyn licked her lips, getting the last of the egg spices off. 

"You would be surprised. I've dated women in the past that didn't eat very much at all, because they're always worried about their weight, as if it really matters."

Evelyn shrugged, "I guess it just doesn't bother me."

Nick smiled and they went back to the task at hand. After eating, Nick walked to the kitchen sink and washed up the dishes. He could feel Evelyn's gaze scorching his back and the towel grew even tighter on his body.

Now that breakfast had been dealt with, it was time to pursue other hungers, Evelyn rose from her seat and dropped her own towel from her body, letting to pool on the floor as she approached Nick and gently rubbed his bruised shoulder.

"Mmm, Evelyn that feels so good." He braced his hands on the counter; her fingers spread delicious fire throughout his body. But this time he wanted to take charge of the situation, so he turned around and grasped her hips, lifting her up onto the counter.

Evelyn squeaked in surprise when he pulled her up onto the sink, his soapy hands slicking up her skin. His towel slipped from his hips and puddled around his ankles as he pressed up against her, "I love how you feel, how you taste," she whispered.

Nick growled and leaned into her, kissing her passionately. Evelyn groaned into his mouth, her hands now soapy from the sink, she grasped his hips tightly. Lost in his powerful embrace, his kiss drugged her as he pulled her against him and ferociously took her mouth.

She moaned against his demanding lips as his solid cock rubbed against her thigh, breaking the kiss, panting harshly, her nails digging into his hips. Nick grinned at her, grasped the base of her back and massaged it as his lips devoured her. He pressed up against her, his cock rubbing against her silken lips. 

Evelyn moaned into his kiss, and rubbed back against him. She needed him inside her, a desperate yearning clamored inside of her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her nails into his back, trying to urge him forward.

Nick groaned at the bite of her nails as he rubbed against her. He wanted to pay her back for her treatment in the shower, so he slowed his movement gritting his teeth at the sensations running through his fully aroused body. He desperately needed her, but he wanted to make this as good as possible.

Desperation filled her needing body, as Nick drove her out of her mind, his teasing torturous, his fingers stroking her back as his cock rubbed against her. She writhed in his grasp moaning his name. "Fuck me Nick, I need it," she moaned.

Nick smirked then leaned closer to her and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the straining tendon as he pushed himself slowly inside of her wet core. Evelyn's gasp of pleasure sent shocks coursing up his spine as she tightened her entrance. Nick groaned against her neck as she tried to pull him in deeper, but he tightened his muscles, maintaining control, relishing the slow drag against his cock.

Evelyn quivered in his unyielding grasp as he slowly drove her crazy. Raking her nails down his back, she relished in how his hips jerked, pushing deeper inside. She leaned forward and kissed his jaw, his eyes burning with furious passion as he drove the last of the way inside of her.

Now that he was fully seated, he bit his lip to leash the burning tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume him. Sweat rolled down from his face and beaded over his chest as he slowly drew back, groaning as she squeezed him. Testing his control, stretching it to the limit, he needed this to be good for her, so he held back as best as he could.

Evelyn moaned bucking against him, his sweat slicked skin sliding against hers as she dug her nails harder into his back, digging deep. 

Nick cried out when her nails raked him, offering a bit of pain to fuel is already intense flames. Once he had drawn almost all the way out, he captured her lips in another kiss and thrust into her. 

They moaned as the burn exploded through them both, Nick grasped her hips and began solidly pummeled into her. Flames of passion burned them both as Nick thrust into her. Evelyn broke their kiss and sucked his neck, licking the salt from his skin, tasting their passion, her teeth biting into him as he thrust harder, faster creating a maelstrom so intense, it threatened to burn down the apartment.

The harsh bite of her teeth was enough to break him, he roared as he came, each pulse of intense pleasure completely obliterating his senses.

The rush of Nick's release began her own shattering orgasm, her cries mixing with his roar. Nick collapsed against her and panted heavily.

When she was finally able to breathe again, the buzz of her release made her giddy, and she giggled to herself. Nick rested against her, the furnace-like heat coming from his body added to the sensation. When she was finally able to speak, she panted, "That... was amazing."

Nick groaned and panted, "Sure... was."

She felt like she should have been glowing as her breathing evened out, the feel of Nick's sweat-slicked chest rubbed against her and the euphoric buzz resonated through her. "I need to massage your shoulder Nick, the sooner it heals the better."

Nick mumbled against her shoulder, "Mmm ok," then he pushed himself off from the counter, pulling out of her, and stumbled towards the bedroom. 



The Obsession Ch. 06



Evelyn awoke with Nick's arms wrapped around her, his warmth encircling her. She certainly could get used to waking up like this; his warm masculine scent was enticing as she relaxed into his embrace. Shifting against him, she loved the feel of his abs against her back, his crisp chest hair gave her pleasant tingles when it rubbed against her.

"Hey gorgeous."

His sleep roughened voice sent tingles up her spine as she turned and said, "Hey stud."

He grinned and said, "I'm gonna take you out tonight, you'll love it, a nice friendly, quiet place."

"Sounds good, I can't wait. So how's your shoulder now Nick?"

"It's fine, your massages are amazing and it seems to be healing it very nicely."

"Good, I'll wait here while you take a shower. Otherwise, we'll never leave the bed."

Nick smirked and said, "Probably not, today has been awesome." He kissed her quickly on the cheek and got out of bed. His naked muscles shone in the light.

"Yeah and it's not over yet either."

Nick groaned and said, "Don't tempt me or I'll keep you locked up here all night." 

Evelyn smirked deviously as he walked into the bathroom. As she did earlier, when the water turned on, she imagined the water flowing over his hard body. Evelyn licked her lips and groaned, she wanted to join him, but he was right, if she did, they wouldn't make it out of the apartment, and she needed to eat. The workout he put her through during the day had her near exhausted and starving.

***

"This is a really nice place Nick," said Evelyn as she looked around the restaurant. Candles flickered in holders angled away from the walls. Dim lights from the ceiling shaded the remainder of the room with amber light.

"My mother brought my father here to tell him she was pregnant with my big brother Mark. It's a special place, we come here as a family when we celebrate. I love the atmosphere, the candles and the dim lights are far better than the harsh lighting in other places."

"This restaurant does have a nice friendly atmosphere. I can see why you and your family enjoy it so much."

"The food is amazing here too. What's your favorite food?" asked Nick grinning.

"I absolutely love salmon with a salad and creamy dill dressing. I can't afford it often, but every now and again, I indulge myself."

Nick grinned broadly, "I have a guilty pleasure too, boiled lobster served with this butter and a side dish of creamy tomato and basil pasta."

"Mmm that sounds delicious."

"It is, only the lobster is extremely pricey. I haven't had it in some time, the places that serve it are really out of my price range." As they reached their reserved table, he pulled Evelyn's chair out for her and moved to his own, sitting down. "Evelyn, my brother will love you."

"Why's that?" asked Evelyn surprised at the sudden declaration.

"You have this passion about you, about everything. Mark is like that too, he's an arson investigator. It's something I'd do if I couldn't be a firefighter."

"Why didn't he become a firefighter?" 

"He damaged the tendons in his right leg in a skiing accident, and he wasn't able to pass the physical for entrance into the fire service. Dad helped him look at other options and came up with arson investigation." 

"I might just like him too," said Evelyn as the waiter came past and placed their menus on the table.

"Would you like anything while you wait?" asked the waiter.

"No thanks Lucas, we'll be fine here," said Nick, grinning and picking up his menu.

"Ok, I'll be back in five minutes to get your order."

Once the waiter left the table, Evelyn asked, "You do come here quite often don't you?"

Nick grinned, "Yeah, there's been a lot to celebrate lately."

"The garden salad is amazing. They serves it with chicken marinated in Italian herb sauce and then grilled on charcoal."

Evelyn grinned and said, "How did you know I was looking at that on the menu? It's just like you can read me so easily."

Nick smiled, reached out and grasped her hand, "I feel connected to you already."

Before Evelyn could respond, the waiter returned, "What would you like to order?"

*** "Mmm, that was amazing Nick." Evelyn placed her fork on the plate and wiped her mouth with her napkin.

"It was."

"What's wrong Nick?" she looked over at his plate, only half finished.

"I have to say this," Nick said, grasping her hand in both of his and stroking her wrist. "I've never felt this way before, about anyone." Nick took a deep breath as Evelyn watched him, she was about to say something when he spoke up again. "I think I'm falling in love with you Evelyn, I know it's only been a short time, but I can't help the way I feel. I felt I needed to say something to you, I just don't want to scare you off, but I also want to be open about my feelings. I feel this intense connection between us."

"You really don't have to worry about a thing Nick, because I think I'm falling in love with you too. Crazy, isn't it?"

Nick let out his breath and grinned broadly, he leaned over the table and kissed her gently. "I think I'm going to lock you up in my bedroom all day tomorrow," he said with a slight growl to his voice.

"Well, I guess you'd better finish your dinner then so we can go back to your place and get ready for tomorrow."

When he reached for his fork, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and flicked it open to see Christian's number on the screen. "Hey buddy, checking up on me?" asked Nick as he answered the phone with a mouthful of food.

"Not exactly Nick, I just got a call from Matt there's a big apartment fire." 

Nick's blood chilled and he forced himself to swallow the food in his mouth, "Where is the fire?" Evelyn looked at him apparently her interest now piqued. 

"Shit... sorry to say Nick, but it's your girlfriend's place, that's what the landlord told us, nothing else was touched, except for her place. Please tell me she's with you."

"Yeah, she is."

"Good, your brother is going to investigate, it burned too fast and the Captain is calling it suspicious."

"Ok, we'll be there soon." Nick closed his phone and put it away, turning to Evelyn, "We have to go." He quickly shoveled his food into his mouth.

"Why, what's wrong?" asked Evelyn.

Nick finished eating and wiped his mouth. He looked up at Evelyn and took her hand in his, "God, I'm just going to say it. There was a fire and your apartment is gone. That was Christian on the phone. He just got off shift and called me to see if you were with me." 

Evelyn stared at him frozen in shock, "Fire?"

"Yes, I'm sorry baby." He wanted to take her in his arms. "We need to go and see what happened and talk to the investigator and the police."

"I feel like I'm going to faint."

Nick moved his chair closer to her, putting his arms around her, kissing her forehead, "Everything will be fine, trust me. I'm here for you, every step of the way. You're going to stay with me until things get sorted out."

"I'll try," she said softly. Nick held her for a few minutes, before he gave her another kiss on top of her head, and then said, "We need to go baby." 

"Ok," she said the color drained from her face, unshed tears welled in her eyes.

# # #

It was going to be bad; he had a bad feeling in his gut as they got close to Evelyn's apartment and he saw the engines still at the scene. He needed to reassure her, "I meant what I said Evelyn, I'll take care of you." She was curled up in the seat, looking fragile, and he wanted to reach over and comfort her but he couldn't do that not right now.

What concerned him most was the fact the fire was deemed suspicious. Thinking aloud in hopes to help her feel better, "My brother will find who did this Evelyn, he's really good at his job. He's the best investigator in the state."

Nick slowed as they came into her street the fire trucks on the side of the road. He stepped out of the car and then opened Evelyn's door for her. He grabbed her hands and helped her out of the car. "Come on baby, let's go find Mark."

He put his arm around her and led her towards the trucks. "Nick, Christian told me that you would be coming by. Is this Evelyn Lassiteur?" 

"Yes. Evelyn, this is Chief Hendricks."

Evelyn looked at the building the fire still smoldering and began shaking. She squeaked out, "My home." Nick wrapped his arms around her for support.

"We did our best ma'am but, I'm sorry to say, I don't think there's anything salvageable in there."

"Christian told me that the arson team will be here to investigate?" 

"Yeah, Mark is in the building with Matt and Angus. The smell was odd that I felt something was not quite right about this fire; it burned too fast and too hot to be a regular fire."

"Quite right, Captain, I don't believe it was a regular fire. I'm leaning more towards it being set with some kind of accelerant. I won't know until I get my tests completed, but I have a gut feeling that the chemical traces I found will verify this was arson. Unfortunately, it seems the person knew what they were doing, but for some reason, they got sloppy and left traces. I'm leaning towards a chemical explosive, similar to napalm. It's why only superficial damage has been done to the other apartments," said Mark Donovan as he stepped forward. A steely determined look swirled in his dark blue eyes.

"Don't worry, we'll catch the bastard," he said, looking from Nick to Evelyn, handing a blackened figure to her, "I found this in there and thought you might want it back."

A tear ran out of her eye as she took the figure from Mark, "What is it baby?" asked Nick pulling her closer. "My grandmother gave this to me right before she died. Thank you Mark, this means a lot," Evelyn choked out, tears now streaming down her face.

"Glad to help," a small smile spread over his gruff composure. "I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances."

Nice knew Evelyn had had enough, "Let's get you home, we'll figure things out later." He turned to his brother, "Thanks bro, I appreciate this."

# # #

Stepping through the door of the apartment, Nick leaned over and kissed Evelyn's neck, trying to distract her from her thoughts. "How about a long hot bath?" he asked, as he held her close to him.

She nodded, "It's been a horrible day...well, except for meeting you." She pulled away from Nick, still clutching the figurine. "Are you sure you want me here? I can always call Natalie..." 

"No! You're staying here. I'll go get your bath ready, you sit down on the couch until it's ready, I'll be right back." Nick walked her to the couch and sat her down, then leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. 

Evelyn sat down on Nick's sofa and thought how lucky she was to have met him when she did. He'd helped her more than anyone had ever helped her in her life, and with everything going on in the last couple days, the fire in her apartment was just too much for her to take. She didn't want to think about what she lost in the fire. Not when Nick's comforting presence surrounded her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard water filling the tub but there was something else, and she strained to hear what it was over the louder sound.

Nick finished arranging the candles on the sink and the edges of the bath, then pulled out the bottle of white wine from under the sink cabinet. Originally, he was going to have this stage set for his seduction of Evelyn, but now he thought it might be a good idea to go through with some of his plans in order to distract her from the thoughts of the fire. 

He finished arranging the candles on the sink and the edge of the bath, and then pulled the candlestick lighter from the cabinet and lit them. Once that was done, he reached over and turned off the water, taking a bottle of sandalwood oil from the sink and splashing several drops into the bath. The room was instantly perfumed with a relaxing aroma.

He slid off his jacket and hung it on the door hook, then turned off the light. He looked over the room. The flickering candles created shadows on the wall. 

Evelyn fingered the figurine she couldn't put down, and stared into the dim light of the living room. Not knowing how she was going to cope, she couldn't ask Nick to deal with the problem, even with how he felt about her. She didn't want to burden him with the stress. Lost in thought, she didn't hear Nick re-enter the room. His hands on her shoulders jolted her out of her thoughts, as he whispered in her ear.

"Come on baby."

His husky words sent shivers across her body. She looked into his sexy eyes as she got up from the chair. Nick took the figurine out of her hand, placed it carefully on the table, and led her towards the bathroom.

When they stepped inside the room, Evelyn looked at Nick in surprise, "Wow this is beautiful," she breathed in the scent from the steam and the scented candles. 

"I was going to seduce you tonight to show you how much you mean to me, but instead, I think it would be better if we just relax in the tub and get rid of some of the stress." 

"Nick, I don't know what to say," Evelyn turned towards him, taking in the entire scene. She felt her arousal flaring, even after the horrible events of the evening. "I want to forget what happened tonight, Nick. Will you make love to me so I only think of you?"

Nick nodded, putting his hands around her body and pulling her to him, kissing her neck He unzipped her dress, growling when he realized she was bare underneath. His body, already aroused, became painfully more so.

Evelyn relaxed into his embrace, as he pulled her dress from her. His sexy growl sent tremors racing through her sensitized body. The scent in the room was intoxicating, her mind focused solely on this man standing in front of her. She turned, naked in his arms and rubbed her hands up his chest. He unclipped the brace and slid it off. 

He grabbed her hands, stopping her exploration, "Get in babe and relax. Let me take care of you." Nick's voice was husky, sending tremors of anticipation through Evelyn's body.

Evelyn stepped into the tub, moaning as the hot water immediately relaxed her tensed muscles. She settled into the tub and turned to see Nick unbuttoning his shirt, the candlelight making him appear bronzed. She watched as he slid his shirt off and hung it up with his jacket. She indulged in the moment watching every ripple of his muscles as he pulled off his shoes and socks. 

He unbuckled his belt as Evelyn waited with baited breath, as he unzipped his pants and pulled them off. She wanted to moan at the sight of the bulge in his boxers, knowing the pleasure he could give her. Bending down to pick up his pants, he then turned to put them on the hook. Evelyn's eyes were instinctively drawn to the flex of his legs, as Nick walked towards her, grinning, teasing her by putting his thumbs in the band of his boxers and sliding them slowly down. 

Groaning, Evelyn licked her lips when his cock made its appearance, bobbing towards his stomach. Instinctively, she leaned forward in the tub wanting to get closer to him, but was thwarted when he stepped in and settled into the tub behind her. She didn't know if she could relax now that his abs rubbed against her back and his cock nestled firmly against her ass cheeks. Evelyn wiggled her bottom, trying to get a reaction from him, she was so hot now and wanted Nick to feel the same.

Nick grabbed the sponge from the ledge and picked up the soap, "Relax baby, I'll take care of you. Don't worry about anything," he whispered into her hair.

When the sponge was full of soap suds, he brushed her arms gently, kissing unwashed areas of her body. The sponge moved to wash her breasts, circling around her nipples which were hardened to points. She moaned at his touch, her head leaning back against his chest, her back arching into his ministrations.

Evelyn sighed and shifted in Nick's hold, "Don't stop Nick, it feels so good."

Nick groaned as she rubbed against him, his cock pulsed between them. He rubbed the sponge down her stomach and then back up over her neck. "Raise your legs for me," he whispered into her ear.

Evelyn moaned and rubbed against him further, feeling his cock twitch as she raised her leg. Nick reached forward and washed the inside of her thigh, his abs rubbing against her back. She groaned again, "Mmm, Nick."

She slowly let her leg drop back into the water and slid down his body slightly then pushed up again as she raised her other leg. Grinning, she felt his cock twitch and his muscles contract. She needed him inside of her, needed to feel that connection with him. 

Nick sucked in a breath as Evelyn rubbed against him again. He knew she was teasing him, he wanted to relax her, but it seemed to have had the opposite effect on her. Well, on him too. He washed her legs gently as she continued to seduce him. Nick growled and kissed her neck, as he dropped the sponge in the tub.

"I need you Nick," whispered Evelyn huskily as she turned in the water, now facing him on her knees, her hands braced on the edge of the tub.

"This was supposed to be just relaxation time," muttered Nick. Then he groaned as Evelyn wrapped her fingers around his cock.

"I need you inside me Nick," she purred.

Nick groaned, then grasped her hands and pulled them away. He picked her up and lifted her to the edge of the tub, sitting her down on the edge, "You make me crazy Evelyn," he growled, flicking his fingers over her moist lips. "You're already so wet for me," hunger swirled in chocolate depths of his eyes.

"I need you Nick," Evelyn whispered, pain leeching into her voice, her hand caressing his slightly rough jaw as she leaned into kiss him. 

Nick took her lips hungrily, devouring her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. He broke the kiss and whispered "I need to take away your hurt. Let me love you baby."

Evelyn moaned at his words and gripped his hips tightly, as he slid inside her inch by inch, groaning at the slide of his throbbing cock. He grasped her hands tightly and pinned them to the sides of the tub as he began to drive into her, his lips descended onto hers as their frantic passion grew rougher and hotter. 

Her nails bit into him as his rhythm became more erratic, his lips devouring hers hungrily. The bath water splashed over the sides with his thrusts slamming into her, igniting fires of ecstasy. Heat exploded through her as the pleasure destroyed her senses. She screamed his name as her release shattered over her, her nails dug into his hips.

Squeezing like a fist around him, and the hot fiery bite of her nails digging into his hands pushed him over the edge of the abyss. Nick roared and exploded inside of her, the sensations blasting through him with each shattering pulse of semen. He panted harshly as he pulled Evelyn back into the tub to rest on top of him, both sated. 

Evelyn looked up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "Thank you."

"You're welcome my love." Nick turned her head and kissed her passionately.

*** Evelyn looked over at Nick as she curled against him frame. Her man was a life saver, a knight in shining armor. If she didn't have him, she wouldn't have had a clue what she would have done the last few days. 

"I'll take you shopping tomorrow. We'll get whatever you need."

Nick looked at her like she was the only woman in the world for him, and she felt treasured. What she felt for him only intensified since their dinner conversation. She knew for certain she was in love with Nick, as crazy as it may seem, she knew, he was the one for her.

# # #

"I'll pick you after your shift, then we can eat at my favorite restaurant," Evelyn said as they arrived outside of the fire station the next morning. 

"Sounds good, have a good day at work and I'll see you tomorrow night," Nick leaned over the seat and kissed her intensely.




The Obsession Ch. 06



"Mmm, yeah," heat glowed in Evelyn's eyes.

Nick grinned and opened his door and stepped out, "Bye."

Nick watched as Evelyn drove off then stepped inside the firehouse. Nick entered the locker room and looked around, "Hey Leo, how's your week been?" he asked, unable to hide his grin.

"Dynamite," Leo grinned then said, "How's your shoulder?"

"Much better, got the most amazing woman looking after me."

"Yeah, Nick is completely pussy whipped," said Christian as he walked into the room.

"Like you're any better Christian," said Leo. "I've seen how you are with Natalie."

Nick grinned and said, "So you are seeing someone, huh buddy?"

"But she doesn't have me wrapped around her little finger, not like you two," smirked Christian.

Nick grinned, "Not that you've noticed yet anyway. But she has if she's making you late for work."

Christian grinned and said, "No I'm not going to let it happen."

Nick looked at Leo knowingly, who returned the look. Christian was in denial.

"Hey Nick, the Captain wants to see you in his office," said Angus, as he stuck his head into the room.

"Sure, hold on a moment." Nick opened his locker and put his bag away and said, "I'll be right there." 

He stood in front of the Captain's door, wondering why he was summoned, and then thinking that possibly it had something to do with news of the apartment fire. He knocked on the door and heard, "Come in."

Nick opened the door and stepped inside, "You wanted to talk to me Captain?"

"Yes, take a seat Nick." 

Once Nick sat down in the chair in front of the desk, he said, "We've noticed a bit of strange behavior happening with Nicola Edwards, do you have any contact with her when you two aren't on shift?"

Taken aback, "No, why sir?"

"She asked for permission to assist you with your injury last shift and then didn't answer her phone when we attempted to get a status update. She was gone for a few hours, and when she came back to the station, she said you were fine and settled in at home."

"Uh... no sir, she left once we got back to the firehouse. I don't know why she would have lied about that, I didn't go home after that I went to see my girlfriend."

"I will need to talk to her about it then, if you feel uncomfortable at all around her, please let me know so we can deal with this situation."

"Yes sir."

"How is your shoulder?"

"It's good. My therapist said I should be able to take off the sling in a few days."

"Good, you won't be on fire control duty this shift because of it. You'll be partnered with Leo in the case of a fire."

"Yes, sir."

"Ok, you can go then. I'm looking forward to what you'll be cooking for us tonight."

Nick grinned, "Thanks Captain." 

***

"What did the captain want?" this came from Christian as Nick sat down next to him on the sofa in the lounge area.

"It was strange; he asked if I was seeing Nicola." Nick relayed the information to the other two men about what the Captain had said about her.

"Nicola has the hots for you man. I thought it was just a small crush, maybe just admiration, but I've caught her staring at us, you specifically after we put the fire out at the warehouse. She was eyeing you like you were a piece of meat."

"She can stare all she wants, I'm spoken for. Evelyn is amazing, and she makes me feel things I've never felt before. It feels like she's burrowed right inside my heart."

Christian grinned and punched his un-injured shoulder, "I never took you for the sappy type, bro."

Nick chuckled, "I'm not, but it's how she makes me feel. Sometimes it's so intense, I feel like I just have to give her control of everything. It's weird, you know? It feels like I'm falling with nothing to support me."

Christian smirked, "Welcome to my world," he mumbled under his breath. "You're not alone that's for sure."

"Sure, it just feels alien to me, but natural at the same time...it's confusing."

"Yes, well feelings are alien at times. You're just giving up control of your feelings, it's just like giving up control in bed. Dominance and submission, I know you've been interested when I've talked about tying up," "Or being tied up," Christian smirked, 

"It's an incredible feeling to give control to someone you care about, emotionally and physically."

Nicola stood against the doorframe listening intently. Suddenly, she knew what she needed to do to attract Nick's attention and get him away from that slut. She'd show him just how good it could be between them. 

Christian continued, "Developing your own fantasies to share with someone is a great way to deepen your relationship. Let me tell you, the high it can give you is intoxicating. It can be anything from very tame to kidnap fantasies, where you play up being the victim and then you get tied up and teased for hours. The burn builds and it feels like you're going to go crazy with need, then it's allowed to be unleashed and all the pent up desire comes tearing out, leaving you dizzy and exhausted. But damn what a rush it gives."

Nicola licked her lips, it was exactly what she needed to do, and she knew the perfect place to do it. Hurriedly, she turned and left the hallway to put her plan into action.

Nick groaned at the thought of being tied up and at Evelyn's mercy, her talented hands teasing every inch of his body. He shivered as Christian kept talking. "The rush of controlling your partner's pleasure, how much they get, every inch designed to drive them to the heights of pleasure. It's a major high but a different kind from being under the control of another. You have the opposite here, you hold back your own desires, your own pleasure to ensure your partner is satisfied. Trust me on this, the longer you draw it out no matter how long they beg, the hotter and more explosive the eventual release will be. If you're wired like that, it comes naturally."

"Sounds like something I have to try out."

"Yeah, it will take some time to understand and be able to do properly, but it will be worth it in the end, when you're both unable to move for hours."

*** Nick rolled his shoulders to try and remove the tension built up over a long shift. Thinking maybe Evelyn could help relax, made him grin as he remembered exactly what her fingers could do to his body and the conversation he had with Christian earlier. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open and called Evelyn's number.

"Evelyn, my shift just finished, finally."

"How was it?"

"Pretty tiring, three fires and a car smash."

"I'll come pick you up and then I can help relax you." Evelyn's voice came out seductively; Nick bit his lip to prevent the groan from escaping . "Sounds good, where will you be?"

"I'll pick you up outside the bar down the street, have you had dinner yet?"

"No, I was waiting for you."

"Ok, I'll take you to the restaurant I mentioned, it's a very casual place so you can relax."

"Sure, I'll be here waiting."

"See you soon, I'm on my way now."

After Evelyn hang up, he pushed his phone back into his pocket and walked inside the firehouse. 

"What are you doing tonight Christian?"

"Going out with my girl, we're going to a new nightclub that I think she'll like."

Nick grinned and said, "Have fun. I'm just waiting for my girl to come pick me up, and we're going out to her favorite restaurant."

Christian looked at his watch, "Sounds great, I have to go, I'll see you in a couple days Nick. Have a good time!" 

Smirking Nick said, "Sure, see you later bro."

Now was the time to strike, thought Nicola as she watched Nick pull his bag over his good shoulder and step out the door. She picked up the wrench she'd grabbed from the garage and followed him towards the street, furious adrenaline pumping in her veins. She heard every word of his conversation with the guys, and he was not going out with that tramp again. If he wanted dominance and submission, she was the woman who would give it to him.

Nick was hers and she would prove that to him tonight. Everything was ready, the only missing piece was him. She covered the wrench with a cloth and quickly approached him from behind, the fact that he was heading to where she had stashed her car worked in her favour, as if it was meant to be. They reached the street corner and she looked around smiling to herself. No one was around for the moment, so she moved forward and swung the wrench hard into his head.

When Nick collapsed to the pavement she said, "Sorry to have to do this baby, but you've given me no choice." Thanks to her training, she was able to lift him off the pavement and quickly drag him to the alley where she had her SUV parked. 

"We'll be together at last baby." She whispered as she laid him in the back of the car.



The Obsession Ch. 07



Evelyn watched in shock, icy dread crawled over her as she saw Nick being dragged into the same type of SUV that tried to kill her a few days ago. The only thing she knew was if she let it get away, something bad would happen to Nick, so she quickly she ran down the street to her car, following it down the street. 

She came around the corner and saw the SUV pulling away from the curb and heading at a fast pace towards the highway, Evelyn followed a distance and hoped she wasn't spotted. Turning the corner, fear chilled her body as the car seemed to have vanished. Frantically, she looked down the almost hidden street and breathed a sigh of relief as the lights of the car crawled up the alley. 

She knew this area, it was part of the warehouse district. A major fire destroyed parts of the buildings months earlier and was deemed a safety risk, a perfect place to hide, she thought. She drove further up the street and parked her car on the curb. Evelyn needed to find him and save him from this crazy person. Why did this person try to run her down and then hurt Nick? What had they ever done to her? Sitting in her car, she shook herself out of her thoughts. She needed to be proactive and help Nick.

***

This place was perfect for the scenario she had planned out. Nicola knew it was extreme for their first time together, but it had to be. She needed to make an impact on Nick, so he would know she was his perfect mate.

With some effort, she pulled Nick out of the car and carried him towards the rope restraints she had set out on the floor. Now she would get to play with his amazing body, and give him real pleasure. That bitch could never please him like she would. Ever since she'd seen him in all of his glory a few days back, she'd felt her need to have him grow stronger, and she groaned as she remembered the water shimmering on his chest, his big cock hanging for her to see. 

"I know you've always loved me, but somehow that witch has cast a spell on you," she whispered as she clipped the hook to the handcuff chain, and connected it to the pole she'd secured to the support beam hanging above her. Quickly, she pulled him up using the pulley system, standing back for a moment to inspect her work and grinned. He was amazing and he would look even better naked. She pulled a knife out of her pocket, reached up to the collar of his shirt to slice it open, and then tore his shirt off his body. She relished the feel of his taut muscles as she ran her fingers up and down his chest to his belt, pulling it open.

Evelyn watched from the doorway with mounting anger as the woman pawed Nick and pulled at his pants. She wasn't going to wait docilely by and let Nick be taken advantage of by this psycho harpy. She sprung into action and yanked the other woman back from Nick, his pants hanging open. The bitch turned and snarled at her, arms flying, a knife gripped and poised for action 

"I'll take care of you for good now. You shouldn't have interfered here. Nick is mine!" With a feral scream, Nicola lunged at Evelyn, furious insanity boiling in her eyes as she threw her to the ground. 

The other woman's breath slammed out of her as she hit the ground hard, the fingers of Nicola's free hand dug tightly into her neck, strangling her, while she waved the knife above her head, ready to plunge into her flesh, and finally ridding Nick and her of this pest. 

Evelyn pushed her legs under the psycho's and threw her off, the crushing grip around her neck was released, and the knife was sent skittering across the floor. Evelyn gasped for air and then tackled Nicola to the ground. Adrenaline surged through her veins as Nicola's fingers reached up and yanked the other woman's hair viciously as she tried to throw her off. When she finally was on top of the psycho, she diverted her attention away from her writhing body on the ground to find where the knife had gone to.

"You'll have to get through me, Nick's mine you crazy bitch!" screamed Evelyn, as she picked up Nicola's head and slammed it into the ground once, dazing the crazy woman.

Nicola shrieked in pain and screamed, "You filthy bitch! Nick's always been mine!" She hooked her legs around Evelyn's ankles and knocked her to the ground, trying to get her hands around Evelyn's neck again. 

Evelyn reached sideways, she knew the knife was close. She felt the ground with one hand, while, at the same time, tried to pull the psycho's hands from her neck, the crushing grip making her dizzy. 

Finally, she found it, the sharp edge of the blade against her fingertips. She moved her fingers to drag it closer, the blade cutting into her skin. When she could feel enough of it, she slid her hand up the blade and grasped the handle and gasped, "Bitch," before she speared the blade into the psycho's side. 

Nicola screamed in pain, her hands slackening from Evelyn's throat. Dizziness unsettled her as oxygen flooded back into her system and she rolled to her side coughing. The psycho stumbled to her feet and went for the blade. Evelyn twisted and plunged the blade into her leg, causing her to scream again and collapse to the floor. "Don't move psycho," Evelyn half growled, half coughed. 

As quickly as possible, Evelyn got to her feet, looking around for something to secure the psycho lady so she didn't have to deal with her again. She couldn't believe she'd just stabbed someone, twice! The adrenaline was in full swing, she knew this was her time to act, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to protect Nick.

Hurriedly walking to the side of the room, she found some rope and moved to tie the other woman's hands, not caring if it was too tight. She was just lying on the floor, her eyes closed, and Evelyn hoped she was just passed out.

Once she felt the woman was tied securely, she ran over to Nick, who was now moving around. "Nick, are you okay? Nick," Evelyn shook him a bit. "Come on Nick, wake up." She saw him stir more as he lifted his head, until recognition finally crossed his face.

"What the fuck?" his words were gruff and filled with pain. Nick tried to move his arms and legs and then realized he was restrained. He looked at Evelyn, "What the fuck is going on here?" He saw her eyes widen with shock, "Sorry baby, I..."

"Oh Nick, I'm so glad you're awake. Are you okay?" Evelyn ran her hands across Nick's chest and stomach, and then tried to pull his pants back together. 

The minute she touched him, he hardened and groaned. "Baby, I do appreciate some fun, but..."

"Oh Nick stop it, this isn't fun. Don't you know what happened?" Evelyn moved away from him and that was when he saw a woman lying on the ground, tied up, bleeding. "Shit, who's that?"

She turned back to him, "I went to the station to pick you up for dinner and I saw this woman drag you into the parking lot. Then I followed her here. Nick, she was going to rape you!" tears threatened to spill out of Evelyn's eyes.

He wanted to hold her and comfort her, but he was still bound, "Baby, can you find something to cut these ropes?" Shit, he figured she must be going into shock; she was just standing in front of him, staring, not moving. "Evelyn, is there something sharp around here?"

Tears flowed from her eyes, "I...I stabbed her...twice!" His heart broke for her, knowing she must be devastated at hurting another person.

"Evelyn," he said sternly, "You need to find something to get me out of here." He tried to get in her face, but being tied up didn't lend itself to confrontation. "Evelyn!" he finally yelled, and winced at the sharp pain shooting through his skull, that seemed to snap her out of her stupor enough to get her moving.

"Oh...I'm sorry Nick," she turned and looked on the floor, near where the psycho was lying, and saw the knife. She moved to it, picked it up, her hands now shaking so hard, she could barely hold it. Walking back to Nick, somehow, she managed to cut the rope off from one arm, after which Nick took the blade from her and removed the rest of the bindings. He immediately slumped to the floor with a groan. Knowing he was hurt and would need medical help, she found the ability to think clearly again. She needed to get help for Nick.

Nick turned his head and groaned as a sharp stabbing pain shot through him again, "Fuck... the captain warned... me about this, that's Nicola... I work with her."

"Keep your eyes open baby, you've got a concussion." 

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone and dialed 911, "I need police and an ambulance at the Welgrove Industrial warehouse. There's been a stabbing and I think the other person has a concussion."

She closed her phone once she got the confirmation, and directed her gaze to Nicola, slumped on the ground. She had a desperate look in her gaze as she looked up at Nick, tears pooling in her eyes.

"You'll be fine baby, did she... touch you anywhere?" she asked as she reached down and buttoned his pants.

"No... I only just woke to... see you on the ground with... a woman."

Sirens wailed in the distance were getting rapidly closer.

"Rest baby, the police are almost here."

# # #

A warm touch had his eyes flickering open. Nick groaned as the room wobbled in front of him. "Don't open your eyes just yet Nick, you have a concussion."

"Evelyn?" His voice came out weak as a wave of nausea speared him.

"Don't try to speak, the doctors put you on some pretty serious painkillers, they told me that you'd likely need to stay for a few days for observation," she said as she grasped his hand and squeezed.

"What happened... with Nicola?" 

"She's in the hospital too. The police are here guarding her room, they're going to charge her with attempted murder and kidnapping." 

Nick squeezed her hand back, he groaned as another wave washed through him. "I'll be here with you Nick, you need to sleep. You took a pretty hard knock to the head."

Nick squeezed her hand again and rested back against the pillow, reassured Evelyn would be there for him when he woke up. 

Two Weeks Later

Nick's eyes flickered open as something brushed his ankle, "Good you're awake, and just in time too." There was a husky giggle coming from under the covers.

He lifted his head, a hot spike of arousal washed through him at the sight. Evelyn wore a sexy black leather corset, with scarlet red lace ties, and when he went to brush the sleep out of his eyes, he realized his wrists were tied to the bed posts. 

"Surprise," Evelyn giggled naughtily, as she ran long, sharp nails up his legs to his thighs.

A shudder ripped through him, "What's going on?"

She grinned and said, "A little suggestion from my friend, Natalie. You know Christian tells her everything."

Nick dropped his head back on the pillows and groaned, "Well, when I rescued you from that psycho, I felt your reaction to being tied up. Pity you were out of commission for so long," she shrugged, "But now, here you are," she said huskily, as she slowly dragged her long red nails over his abs and pecs, "exposed to my mercy." Evelyn flicked his nipples with her talons and grinned as his body twitched, as if she'd shocked him.

"Don't tease me baby," Nick growled as he tugged on the ties again, cursing as they only tightened further.

"Would I do that?" Evelyn smirked as she licked the tip of a nail, then she slid on to the bed and grasped Nick's already thick cock and stroked him. She reveled in the feeling of his cock pulsing in her grip. She leaned forward and licked his nipple then bit it gently. Nick moaned and arched underneath her.

Nipping and kissing the skin down his chest, she licked his abs while gently stroking his cock. He breathed heavily as she teased him, rolling her tongue over his abs, her other hand reaching under him to tease his balls. 

Nick moaned as another shower of sparks ripped through him, "Evelyn you're... killing me... here."

She looked up at him, a devilish grin crossed her face, as she continued her assault. She let his cock go as she slipped her lips around the head and sucked slowly, grinning as his body went rigid. She slid her lips down his shaft, slowly devouring him. When she had completely engulfed him, she swallowed.

Nick pulled on the restraints again, more out of reflex, as sensations rocketed through his system. Being at Evelyn's mercy was far hotter than he had ever imagined it would be. He moaned at the loss as she drew away from him. "Fuck, Evelyn, don't, stop," he panted, as she moved to straddle his hips.

"Don't worry baby, I'm not done yet," she grasped his cock and pressed him against her pussy, sliding down on him. 

Nick growled roughly as her muscles squeezed him as she took him inside her. It took all his focus to stop himself from coming, Evelyn had wound him up so tightly, all her teasing had him ready to burst. 
 Once seated, she rode him with controlled, measured strokes, closing her eyes and leaning back, relishing the feel of his thickness sliding in and out of her.

Nick felt like he was going crazy, he wrenched at the ties making the bedposts rattle, as the searing heat scorched his nerves and his mind. He thrust his hips up into her, breaking her steady pace.

Evelyn grasped his shoulders and dug in with her nails, as she rode him harder, faster, looking into his eyes, which gleamed with feral intensity as he met each stroke. The fire burning in his eyes set her aflame, she screamed his name as the orgasm surged through her. Her release shattered her senses as she continued to buck on him.

Nick roared her name as his release violently exploded throughout his body, his hips bucked as he emptied himself into her. His body was on fire from the intensity of their love making. He panted harshly as Evelyn toppled on top of him, her heated skin melting to his, creating a soft warm blanket. 
After a few minutes Evelyn gathered what remained of her strength and reached up to kiss him tenderly. She slid off and untied the silk sashes. Once undone, she slid back into bed and curled up against him, "Happy birthday Nick, I love you. We need to get going soon. We don't want to make the others wait for the birthday boy, now do we?"