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Obsession Ch. 01

By: Chuckie



The following was told to me by an Internet friend, one that I have corresponded by IM, e-mail, and phone for over 5 years. It was relayed to me during the same time period that that it supposedly happened. I have no proof that it really happened but it did keep me aroused during the weeks & months she relayed the events to me.

We have meet in person & she has helped me write it down after my urging her to do so. Her tale gets more outrageous as it goes & we’ll add the rest if there are requests for more.

Obsession I

I guess that this would shock anyone that knows me, with the exception of my ex & maybe my present husbands. I’ve been playing on the net for some time now, flirting, sending revealing pictures, even having cyber & phone sex. I’ve met, real time, with a few of my long term male friends but only after a few years of chatting & getting to know them very well.

FYI, I’m a married mother of two grown children & am 5’5” tall & weigh 117 lbs. I’ve got a head full of curly red hair, wear a size 6 (sometimes a 4!) and a 34C bra. I can usually pass for the lite side of 40.

Some months ago something changed, something I would not think would happen did happen.

I was on Yahoo Messenger in one of the adult chat rooms, one of those were people could go on their webcam, when I got an IM. Having a female screen name & profile I get lots of IM’s from guys wanting to chat & even some wanting to show me themselves, all of them. On occasion I will watch & cheer on some guy masturbating on his webcam. I tend to prefer guys closer to my own age, which is 47.

This guy was young, he later admitted to being 22, barely. He was a local Hispanic college student named Paulo, not my type at all. I thought what the heck & told his that I be glad to watch if he wanted to show. He was dressed when he invited me to see his cam; lots of guys are already naked.

When he first pulled off his shirt I saw that he was quite fit. Very defined muscles & abs, not over developed but very precise. Smooth with no sign of hair. His face was handsome in a very boyish way with a nice light brown or almost tanned complexion. 

Then he removed his shorts & displayed himself totally to me. Wow!! His muscles continued all over. His ass was very defined, hairless, & tight looking. He had no tan lines & that cock …. Magnificent! He was completely erect, he had the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. Not huge, maybe 7”, thick and straight, with a perfectly proportioned crown. It was not very veiny, smoothly rising up from his groin with the same diameter at the base as just below his cock head. 

His balls were very round, fairly large, and held up tight to the base of his cock. As with the rest of his body he had no hair on his cock & balls. Just a nice curly patch over the top of his cock.

I asked him if he shaved or removed the hair someway & he said that no, the only hair he had was on the top of his head & the nice clump above his dick.

I was totally & completely mesmerized, and knew that I would have to see him. I knew he was from South Florida but was surprised to find that he lived less than about 5 miles from me. I sent him a couple of reveling pics of myself & when he said that he liked what he saw I asked him if he’d like to meet to talk. Sure talk … Not!

We arranged to meet at a local nature preserve the following Monday afternoon. I thought that there wouldn’t be many, if any, people around with the exception of the park rangers. I had been there before and knew that to access the trails & boardwalks you had to go thru the visitor center so Paulo would know we had been seen together. Hey, I knew nothing about this kid besides he was an absolute hunk.

The parking lot only had 1 other car besides ours & we started to walk the trails deep into the preserve. As we passed through the ranger station we stopped & chatted briefly with the female ranger, an outdoorsy type probably in her early 20’s. She was checking him out & I didn’t blame her. He looked even better in person. He was wearing an athletic T and nice loose jogging short & sandals

I had put on tight short shorts and a sleeveless blouse that button up the front, leaving the top few undone. We strolled along talking about ourselves, all very innocent, no touching or sex talk at all. After awhile we came to a bit of raised boardwalk that had a built-in bench seating area. From here one could see if anyone was coming either way on the trail. We stopped & for the first time we touched. We moved together and I tilted my head back & we kissed, long & deep.

Paulo then told me that since I had seen him the night before that he was his turn to see me & that he wanted to touch as well as see. I was to do nothing, just to please stand there & let him explore.

He sat down on the bench & having me stand close in front of him, be began to run his hands all over my body. At first just lightly all over my sides, breasts, butt, legs, etc., then he started to fondle more firmly my breasts & ass. He was squeezing & manipulating me though my garments, rubbing my mound through my shorts, massaging my ass cheeks.

I was stand standing there, hands hanging at my side, it felt so erotic & got even more so when he told me to open my blouse & remove my bra. I did as he asked, again letting my hands fall to my sides & stood there letting him inspect my tits. First looking & then fondling them & playing with my nipples. He leaned forward & suckled my, by now, very erect nipples. He was sucking & pulling & manipulating them, as he desired.

He then told me to drop my shorts & panties, which I promptly did. Now I was standing naked from the waist down with just a wide-open blouse over my shoulders outdoors in a public place. Paulo now moved his hands all over my naked flesh, fondling anything he wished. He slid his hands around my waist & down, gripping my ass cheek, using a fingertip to gently probe my asshole. The other hand move down & then back up my legs, stopping at the top to probe my moist cunt. Using his fingers to spread my wetness from my wet opening up to my clit.

I shivered all over as I stood there, naked with this boy using his fingers to explore all of my private places. Handling me as he would a toy … a female flesh toy. I moved over a bit & leaned back against the wooden railing to brace myself as I spread my legs more to ease his access into me. Within just a few minutes I felt an orgasm pass over me as I stood there letting a strange boy finger fuck me to a huge orgasm in a public park.

As I started to come down from my spasms I sank down to the wooden walkway, resting my head on Paulo’s knee. After catching my breath my hands moved up & slid up under his shirt, feeling his hard, smooth chest. He pulled his shirt off to give me better access & I rubbed & stroked his chest & abs.

He then lifted his hips & I reached out & pulled down his jogging shorts & briefs. There it was right in front of my face, the perfect cock, erect with a drop of precum glistening at the tip. I leaned forward & licked the drop off the tip of his prick with the end of my tongue. Using just the tip of my tongue I began to run it all over his groin, licking his balls, & up & down the beautiful shaft. I was completely enthralled. I don’t care who could have come up the trail now; I was not going to stop worshiping that cock.

Then I began doing all the things I’d learned over the years, on all the cock that I’d orally made love to. Taking him deep into my mouth I began to suckle his cock in much the same manner as he had my breasts. Moving my head up & down, alternating suction from very hard to gentle, removing it from my mouth & lapping it all over, slobbering my saliva all over his groin, I was a woman possessed.

He grabbed a hold of my hair as he began to thrust himself back up into my face & I swallowed as much of his prick as I could while sucking as hard as I could. I felt him tense up & then felt & tasted him pump load after load after load deep into my mouth & right down my throat. I swallowed his salty sperm as fast as he ejaculated in my mouth, 5, 6, 7 times. I felt his juices of my tongue & sliding down my throat.

I continued to suck gently on his cock as his spasms subsided & he began to soften & shrink some while still within my mouth. Finally I moved my head back & let his penis out of my mouth, then I shower it with little kisses until I leaned back on my heels & looking up into eyes I asked him if I had performed well. At some length he told me that I was the best cocksucker he had ever experienced and that I if I ask nice he would cum in my mouth again someday.

With that, we pulled our clothes back on & strolled, now hand in hand, back to the parking lot, now giving the female ranger a big smile and hello as we passed the station again. In the parking lot he kissed me deeply, commenting that my mouth tasted like sperm. I thanked him & hopped into my car & drove off.

That evening and all the next day, all I could think of was that I had met a stranger, a boy younger than my son, and made oral love to his cock in a place were I could have been seen. I was so ashamed & embarrassed, what had prompted me to perform such a degrading act? By Wednesday I was thinking less of how could I, than when could I again!

Wednesday evening I went on line & looked up Paulo. We chatted & he told me that he had told a number of his friends about me & what I had done with him. He stated that if I asked very nice he probably would let me do him again. I asked nice, I said please, & told him I wanted, no needed, to suck his cock again. We agreed to meet at the same place the following afternoon. He asked me not to wear a bra this time, said I looked better, more natural without one.

Thursday I dressed in a short denim skirt & went braless with a 5-button vest top. When I drove into the parking lot he was already there, standing beside his car. I pulled in next to him, lowered my window, and gave him my biggest smile. He leaned into the window & we kissed while he slid a hand down on my breast. He unbuttoned the top 3 buttons & moved his hand around inside, tweaking my already erect nipples.

I asked if we would stay out here talking in the parking area, and he replied sure but then I’d have to do him in a very public area. This time there were half dozen or so cars in the lot & two couples picnicking 100 feet or so away from us. He then straightened up with his crotch facing my car window & it was obvious by the bulge that this time he had nothing under his loose joggers. With his back to the picnickers he pulled down the front of his shorts, thrusting his semi-erect cock into my window. He said that I was going to suck him off either in the park or right there in plain view in the parking lot. I stared at him for a moment before briefly licking him as I would a lollipop, licking him into full erection.

Now I was ready for more so I pulled his shorts up over his hard on & got out of the car, and head into the park. He shorts still had a very obvious bulge, showing anyone that looked that he was semi erect. My vest had 3 of the five buttons undone, though my nipples were hidden, I was showing lots of cleavage & it was apparent that I was not wearing a bra.

As we came to the entrance ranger station the same girl ranger was there. Paulo smiled & asked her how she was, etc., flirting with her right in front of me. She on her part was answering him all the while staring at the tent his semi-hard cock was making in his joggers. She also checked out the exposure of my tits between looking at him very closely. It was very apparent that the two of us were up to something very sexual. 

Taking our leave of her, we continued on, holding hands down the boardwalk. About a 100 feet further on Paulo stopped & turned us in profile to her. She was still watching us as he asked me to unbutton his shirt, which I did. He then unbuttoned my last two buttons, pushing my vest open, exposing my breasts & turned smiled at the girl before we proceeded down the trail. I wondered what she would do, would she follow us? Paulo thought that if she did it would because she wanted some of him. I also thought that, considering how she was openly was staring at his covered cock.

As we walked along I pulled the vest partly together. Not buttoning it but covering my nipples, in case we passed anyone. It was still very clear that I was being exposed even to the most casual observer. We did pass a couple walking & holding hands that appeared to be in their 40’s. Both of them took long looks at my semi-exposed breasts & Paulo’s penis pushing out of his loose shorts as we passed them.

After a bit we came to the same sitting area as Monday. Paulo told me to leave my hands at my sides and then he sat & repeated the fondling as the other time. Rubbing & massaging my tits, squeezing & manhandling my ass, putting his fingers in my butt & pussy. I was sopping wet & he had no problem pushing two fingers up into me. Again he quickly made me cum, standing in front of him, for the entire world to see.

As on Monday, I sank to my knees in front of him, kneeling between his spread knees & resting my head upon them. After catching my breath I started to knead his dick though his jogging shorts. He was already erect & without any underwear I was able to feel him throbbing through his shorts.

He stripped off his t-shirt & then I removed the shorts exposing his spectacular body & the cock that I was becoming obsessed with. I knelt there covering his cock & balls with kisses & then bathing them with long laps of my tongue. I swirled my tongue all over his cockhead, tasting the precum that was dribbling out of his piss hole. Then I took him deep into my mouth, forcing myself to take him deeper until my nose was into his pubic hair. I held him deep in my throat for a few seconds & then slowly moved back off him until just the head was still between my lips. As I was doing this I kept up suction on him. I repeated this over & over, taking him deep into my mouth until the head of his cock was in my throat & holding him there before slowly withdrawing, and breathing.

Every time I swallowed him his hips would rise off the bench, pushing up into my sucking mouth. Before long he began to thrust up into my mouth at a faster pace & started to tremble & then squirted streams of his cum into my mouth. As he ejaculated I swallowed each squirt as I felt it sliding down my throat. I was sucking as hard as I could, draining every drop of his jizz, cleaning out all he had to give.

Finally, he collapsed back on the bench & I now reduced my sucking to a very gentle, loving of his shrinking cock. I let him out of my mouth & nuzzled around the base of his cock & balls. Inhaling his sweaty odor, loving him with my lips.

As he caught his breath he told me that he’s heard of older sluts that will do anything to get the hands & mouth on a young stud like himself. He asked me if I was that kind of slut & I told him that was I was for him and that I too would do whatever he wanted. He thought for a moment before answering that he’d certainly test me on that.

Paulo stood & when I started to rise he told me to wait on my knees for a moment. He told to take a hold of his now hanging penis, which I did, & then he instructed me to aim it away from me unless I wanted to get wet. I barely turned it to the side when he began to piss a long & steady stream. I continued to kneel there, holding his cock as he urinated a great deal, splashing on the side of the boardwalk. Once he was finished he instructed me to shake off the last drops & give his cock head a few licks with my tongue, which I did.

With that he helped me up, my poor knees creaking in protest to their abuse. After pulling our clothing back on, but leaving my vest unbuttoned, we strolled back toward the entrance and parking lot. He asked me what I would have done if anyone had come along while I was devouring his cock & I told him I was so much into it I’d probably just continue. We both agreed that only if there were small kids would we have been able to stop. He did say that he would like to have others see me being such a cocksucker.

Walking along we again passed the same couple as before, they again took close note of my semi-exposed breasts & glanced at Paulo’s crotch. Reaching the ranger station we again encountered the young female ranger. Paulo stopped, smiled & chatted with her for a moment, as if she didn’t notice my braless tits mostly exposed & the fact that he no longer had an erection. As we stood there, him flirting right in front of me, all the while moving his hands on my back & ass we learned her name was Tracy, she was 25, & she worked there most weekdays. I just stood there, on display and was really embarrassed when I glanced down & realized that my knees were red & scuffed still showing obvious signs that I had sent some time on them very recently. 

As we walked on out to our cars Paulo mentioned that she must have know that we had just gone into the park in order for me give him a blow job and that the couple we passed must have known too. We kissed & I got into my car, he again stood up to the window & pulling just the front of his shorts down, presented his cock & told me to lick it. There were still other couples around and while they could not see his cock or my face, they could certainly tell that I had my face into his crotch and that there was movement there.

After maybe a minute he pulled his short shorts back up & leaned into the car kissing me & giving both of my bare tits a nice squeeze. With that I drove away, getting stares from the other in the parking area.

Again, I went home not knowing what gotten into me but knowing that this was not the last time I’d be with Paulo. I also knew that we were going to get kinkier & that I would allow him to use me as he wished.

I’ll continue this story if others are interested. Please respond with any & all comments.

 I avoided Paulo on line all weekend until Monday afternoon, when I started to wonder about our next time. I went on line & shortly he IM’d me, telling me he was hard & wanted my oral relief. I quickly agreed to meet at the same place & off I went to the nature preserve.

I dressed in short denim skirt & lite sleeveless button-up blouse, again braless and also pantyless. He again was wearing his jogging shorts with nothing underneath them. As usual me meet in the parking lot & proceeded to the entrance & ranger station. As he headed that way, Paulo unbuttoned all but 1 button on my blouse. With that & my erect nipples anyone could see my breasts.

Tracy was at her customary spot and again we stopped to for her & Paulo to chat. He now had an erection tenting his shorts & my nipples were completely visible though my shear blouse. She got quite an eyeful & as we began to move away he reached up & undid the last button, totally exposing both my tits… she just stared.

We walked into the park, my tits exposed, & his hand under my raised skirt rubbing my mound and ass as we strolled along. When we got to out regular spot I dropped to my knees in front of him & pulling down his shorts took his hard cock into my mouth, right down until my nose was in his pubic hair and his cock head was in my throat. There was no preliminaries, no kissing, just cock sucking. He collapsed back onto the bench while I gobbled at his prick like a possessed woman. 

As I was pleasuring him, paying no attention to anything else he commented that we were about to get company. Tracy was coming up the trail but he wanted me to continue & show her what a real slut could do. I felt sure that since she was alone that her intentions were not of the legal type. The thought of her actually seeing me sucking Paulo’s cock got me even more aroused and as she came up to us I put on the best show that I could. Licking, slobbering, and sucking on his cock and ball with abandon. I was making sure she could see everything.


Obsession Ch. 01



The Judge had agreed to dismiss the charges of Public Indecency provided that I sought medical help and saw a Psychiatrist who was to also report back to the Judge. I was extremely thankful for the leniency and the fact that nothing would ever appear on my record.

What I did was a very foolish act, which wouldn't have been a problem if we had gone somewhere private. I had worked really late on an urgent project that had to be up and running by morning and it was almost 3 a.m. in the morning when I dropped by the almost deserted 24-hour supermarket store.

When I turned at the end of the aisle to get my cereal there was a man stood there with a loose fitting coat. Just as I was taking a box off the shelf he opened his coat wide and his pants were wide open, I mean really wide open.

His big thick cock was stood right out, kind of like a flagpole at a Barber's shop and I just froze with the box of cereal still in my hands. He was looking directly in my face and I was looking at his cock and then at his face and then back to his cock again. He smiled as he came closer and I smiled back as I put the cereal box down.

"You like what you see little lady?" He said as he came so close that his cock almost touched me and I smiled then nodded.

"You can touch it if you want, it won't bite." I heard him say, but my eyes were just glued to his very erect male weapon. It was definitely the fattest one that I had ever seen before but not necessarily the longest. The idea was already forming in my mind that this would take two hands working in unison to complete this mission and I was getting wetter by the second at the thought of masturbating this beauty.

As I was stood there I almost completely lost control, my mind was moving along at breakneck speed and my hands were poised ready to hold onto this whopper. He must have seen the lustful glint in my eyes and then knew that he had found someone that was really excited by his flashing display. 

Both of my hands closed around his hard cock but I wanted so much to be closer so I slid to my knees and started to stroke him. I was completely taken up with my task and oblivious to anything else that may have been happening. I wasn't aware that the store clerk had already called the police about the Flasher before I had even gotten there in the store.

Mr. Flasher was also in a state of trance after he had completely dropped his trousers and my hands were bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Obviously I wasn't thinking straight either because I was still on my knees and directly in front of him when he started to spew his cum; it just flew into my face and down the front of my top. 

I shuddered as if I had a fever, I trembled wildly and then I had a supernova orgasm that seeped right through my panties and onto the floor. The next thing I heard was one of the cops saying:

"Now that you two are finished we can take a nice ride in my car, down to the station."

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Visit to the Psychiatrist

I had already told Dr. Sander about the above incident in the same detail as he made notes and then read through the court details.

"So Judy, why do you do this, what motivates you?"

"It just excites me Doctor, seeing those great globs of semen spurting out in all directions, just shooting out like it's been forcibly propelled from the male body. You know, almost like its been fired from a gun. Some men shoots a lot, some just dribble a little, some are really fluid and some are pretty dense and thick. I like seeing the differences between those men or boys."

"Do you help them Judy, to achieve their ejaculation?"

"Yes, that is also part of my obsession, I really enjoy making them ejaculate."

"So where do you find these men?"

"They aren't difficult to find."

"When did this obsession start then, Judy?"

"When I was much younger, I had a cousin who was a little older than I, he visited us on the farm for about a month each summer to help with work. One day I watched him doing himself, he was looking at pictures in a girlie magazine and masturbating in one of the stalls in the barn. I was on the next floor and looking down on him, he had no idea I was there. When he ejaculated it shot about 3 feet away from him and landed on the side of the stall, I watched it slowly run down and then make a big blob before it fell onto the next piece of wood that was lower. Once he had left the barn, I went down to the stall for a much closer look and sat there watching it slowly run down to the next piece of wood. I was truly in awe of what had happened."

"Was that the first time that you had seen a male person ejaculate?"

"Yes, that was the very first time, after that and for the next few weeks while he was staying with us, I would get in my secret spot in the barn and watch him. After he had finished masturbating and had left the stall I would go down and look for the evidence and touch it with my fingers."

"Did you ever touch him?"

"No, not at that time, but I almost got a real close up of him doing it that summer."

"How did that come about?"

"Mom and Dad had left very early that day and he assumed I had gone with them. He was sat in the bathtub with his magazine and jerking himself off when I walked into the bathroom. He stopped and hid his erection with the magazine but I sat down on the toilet for a pee in front of him and told him that I had seen him doing that in the barn. He was shocked that I had been watching him in the barn and he said he was sorry and hoped that I hadn't said anything to my parents. I told him that I hadn't said anything to anyone and then I left the bathroom for him to do whatever."

"So Judy, did that spark your interest in seeing others masturbate."

"Yes but it was difficult actually catching someone in the act and then in high school there was a guy that fancied me and he took me to a dance. After the dance he wanted to fool around and after some necking he let me hold his cock and play with it, he showed me how to jerk him off, but it was pretty dark outside so I didn't see what I wanted to see very well. So then I told him a few days later that I'd like to do it to him again but this time I wanted to watch it in daylight."

"So did he let you watch it?"

"Yes, he was the first guy that I masturbated and that summer I would do him almost everyday. He would just lay there with his pants off and his shirt pulled up high and I would do him slowly and then I would play with his cum. Many times he would be good for a second or a third attempt."

"So did you see anyone else at that time in your life that you used to masturbate?"

"Yes, one of the farm workers caught me masturbating my boyfriend. I begged him not to tell my parents and offered to do him if he didn't tell."

"So did you masturbate him then?"

"Yes, his cock was much bigger than my boyfriend and he really shot a heck of a lot more cum. I was really fascinated with him and I'd do him whenever I could. He was the first one to ever cum all over my chest and down my panties. Funny thing was that it really turned me on when he did that and sometimes I would orgasm right then and there, if I didn't then I would finish myself off."

"Judy, did you ever have sexual intercourse with your boyfriend or that farm worker?"

"No, never. I was still a virgin in college."

"So what about the cousin?"

"Well he was probably so embarrassed that he never came back to the farm in summertime for about 2 years. I was home from college and when my parents went away for the day I brought the subject up and we had a good laugh about the whole affair. Then I asked him if he still masturbated and if I could either watch or help and he let me do him. It was awesome, we went out to the same stall in the barn and that's where I jerked him off."

"Did you have intercourse with him?"

"Yes, he was my first but I never told him that I was on the pill so he always had to pullout and shoot on my belly or on my breasts. I enjoyed it so much that after that, any man I had sex with I had him pullout and shoot his cum on my body."

"So after he went back home and you went back to college, what happened then?"

"Well I kind of gained a reputation in college as the girl that would jerk off any or all of the boys, and I did. There was an endless supply of fresh cum from big cocks, little cocks, thin cocks and fat cocks."

"Did you also have sexual intercourse with them?"

"Yes, but just a few of them that I called regular friends, but I would make them all pullout and spurt on me when they cum."

"So you like to feel them cum on your body, what about tasting it or having it in your mouth?"

"I love to have it on my body and then rub it all over me, but yes, I do like the taste and sometimes I'll take it in my mouth if I feel that way inclined. My real preference is seeing him ejaculate and then having it on my body so as not to waste any."

"Does it excite you that much that you orgasm?"

"Sometimes yes, but it doesn't take any more than a few minutes for me to orgasm after that event."

"You mean you masturbate yourself then?"

"Yes almost always. But in college, several times I had the same 3 young men in my bed, I had one in my mouth and one in each hand and each time I had a huge orgasm without even touching myself. Of course after they had left I would masturbate myself again and again."

"That's the power of the mind conjuring up what will happen when they all ejaculate."

"Yes, it must have been."

"So Judy, what about when you finished college?"

"I got a job in the city as a computer programmer, so I got myself a small apartment."

"So then did you find new men to masturbate?"

"Yes, the first was a guy from work, he was married so he could only stay an hour. But that helped me out a lot. He was really happy to just be masturbated and cum all over my pubic area and occasionally as a treat in my mouth. After he had gone I would go back to bed and masturbate for hours or until I fell asleep."

"Were there anymore men, Judy?"

"Yes. Dozens and dozens of them."

"Wow."

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To be continued... 



Obsession Ch. 01



Tyler wasn't really fond of the whole bar scene but he was coerced into it by a few of his co-workers. It was Friday night, he didn't have a date, so he figured what the hell. Little did he know that Julie, one of the girls who'd been prodding him to go out on a date with her friend Samantha, had invited her along this evening. 

He knew Samantha, she'd hung out with Julie at the company picnic before and she'd hung out with them at the bar occasionally on Friday nights, too. He was instantly smitten with Samantha but knew she was off limits because she had a boyfriend. Tyler was unaware that Samantha and her boyfriend had broken up a few weeks after the picnic, he hadn't seen her in a few months and wondered why Julie was suddenly so interested in getting the two of them together.

As he approached the table he saw Julie sitting at, he'd heard a woman shouting at someone. "I'll do what I want when I want!" she snapped.

As Tyler drew closer, he saw that it was Samantha doing the shouting. She was shouting at Alan, her ex-boyfriend. "Did I come at a bad time?" Tyler asked Julie as he pulled a chair up to the table, glancing over at Samantha and Alan.

"No. Sam broke up with Alan a few months ago and he followed her here. It's almost as if he's obsessed with her 'cause he's been following her a lot lately. The asshole just can't seem to take no for an answer I guess."

"Hi Tyler," Sam said, turning briefly to him then back to Alan. "Why the hell are you still here, shithead?" she hissed at Alan.

"You need to come home now!" Alan huffed. "We've got some things to talk about!"

"We have nothing to talk about," she barked back. "You cheated. You got caught. End of discussion! Now get the hell outta here and leave me alone!" She turned her back to Alan, working hard to hold back her tears.

"Maybe I should go," Tyler told Julie as he got to his feet.

"Nonsense! Sit your hiney back down, Ty!" Julie said.

"Is he gone?" Samantha whispered at Julie.

"He's standing at the door watching you," she whispered back.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Tyler," Sam said as she looked up at him and forced a smile.

"No problem," he said quietly, not making eye contact with her.

She'd always found Tyler attractive with his collar length black hair and blue eyes. He was slightly taller than her, standing about six foot one. She knew that Julie brought her here tonight to set her up on a date with Tyler and Alan had some how found out.

Samantha looked over her shoulder to see that Alan was still standing at the door watching her. She asked Julie to switch places so she could sit next to Tyler. Looking around nervously, Tyler made it a point not to look Samantha in the eye. He caught himself staring at her in the past and with her angry ex-boyfriend so close by, he didn't want to end up in a potentially bad situation. 

Samantha was by all standards beautiful. She was a bit taller than average, standing about five foot nine. Her long dark auburn hair fell just past her shoulders, framing her beautiful slim face. With deep, dark green eyes, she had no problem using them to get what she wanted from men. She knew they couldn't resist her charms if she gave them just the right look.

"Why the hell is he still here?" she asked Julie.

"I dunno, but he's coming back over," Julie said, pointing toward Alan.

Samantha turned to Tyler and said, "Kiss me!"

"Wha --?" 

"Kiss me!" she said again and pulled him to her.

He looked up and saw the anger in Alan's eyes just briefly before he responded to Samantha kissing him. He closed his eyes, pulled her closer and gently grazed her lips with his tongue. She parted her lips to allow him access and let out a soft moan that was muffled by his mouth. Pulling herself onto his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck, locked in a heated, lingering kiss.

"Cut the act, Sam!" Alan snapped.

Reluctantly breaking their kiss, Samantha looked deep into Tyler's eyes before she turned to Alan. "It's no act," she said breathlessly. Tyler just sat there speechless. Sam was still sitting in his lap with her arms around him, her head was spinning, her pulse was racing.

"You're dead asshole!" he barked at Tyler before he turned to leave.

Tyler ignored Alan's threat and cradled Sam's chin in his hand then turned her to him and leaned in to kiss her again. She pushed away, a look of anger and confusion in her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing you," he said, leaning in to kiss her again. Sam stood up and walked back around the table, leaving Tyler to wonder what the hell just happened between them.

"I just wanted you to kiss me to make Alan leave," she said coldly. "Did you think I -- you and I --?" Tyler broke eye contact with her. "You did!" she said, stifling a laugh.

Tyler didn't acknowledge her or anyone else at the table as he got up and hurried for the door. He was confused about what had just happened. She kissed me back, she seemed to be enjoying it, but was she just using me? he thought as he put his jacket on and headed outside, shoving his hands hard in his pockets.

Back inside the bar, Julie was scolding Samantha. "Dammit, Samantha! You know he's got a crush on you, right? You just annihilated him!"

"It was just a kiss, he'll get over it!" 

"If it was just a kiss, how come you look so guilty?"

"I dunno," Sam said quietly. She grabbed her jacket and her purse, said her good-byes and raced for the door hoping to stop Tyler from leaving.

As she looked around the parking lot for his car, she wondered what she would say to him. Did I really enjoy that kiss? Why the hell did I just brush him off? She glanced around the parking lot again and saw Tyler leaning against his car, his arms on the roof, his head resting in his arms. She walked over to him.

"I'm sorry, Tyler," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"It's cool," he said, not looking at her as he reached down to open his car door.

"No, it's not cool," she told him, taking his chin in her hand and turning him to face her. "I shouldn't have used you like that. I'm sorry."

"Sam, it's okay," he said quietly, pulling away from her and getting into his car. "For what it's worth, Alan's an idiot for cheating on you." He closed his door then started the engine.

"Tyler!" she shouted but he'd already started pulling away.

She felt a hand on her shoulder as she stood there watching Tyler pull out of the parking lot and drive out of sight. She turned to see Alan standing there, a smug grin on his face.

"What the hell do you want?" she hissed at him as she turned to head back into the bar.

He grabbed her arm tightly and spun her around. "What the hell was all that about in there?" he snapped.

"None of your fucking business!" she said jerking her arm away from him and walking toward the building again.

"Oh I think it is my business!" he shot back, following behind her. "Who the hell was that guy and why were you kissing him?"

"Who he was is absolutely none of your business. Who I kiss and when is also none of your business!" she barked over her shoulder at him. He pulled her back just as her hand wrapped around the door handle at the entrance.

"I still love you, Sam. I want to work things out."

Her mood calming a little, she crossed in front of him to sit down on the bench opposite the door. "Alan, please don't make this any harder than it already is," she said calmly. "I think it's best if we leave things as they are."

"It's that other guy, isn't it?"

"Who? Tyler? No -- Yes -- I don't know, Alan. Julie invited us both here tonight to set us up on a date," she explained. "He never seemed interested in me until tonight. I only kissed him to get you to leave, but the way he responded, I think I'd like to see where things could go with us. I feel really bad for the way I treated him tonight, but he may not want anything to do with me after what happened inside."

"I can accept that, Sam. I know I was a shithead to you," he said, sitting down next to her.

They talked for a few more minutes and just as Alan was getting up to leave, Julie came out. "What are you two doing out here? Where's Tyler?" 

"We were getting some things settled between us," Alan told her. "Take care of yourself, Sam." He gave Samatha a quick wave then headed for his car.

"Everything okay?" Julie asked.

"Yeah. Everything's fine," Samantha replied. 

"Where's Tyler?"

"He left," she said. "I really need to find him so we can talk, Julie. Do you have his number?"

"Yeah," she said, reaching in her purse for pen and paper to jot down Tyler's number.

***

Tyler was hesitant to forgive Samantha for what she'd done to him last Friday night, but at the same time he was willing to at least go on a date with her to see where things would go between them.

They agreed to meet each other at a restaurant not too far from either of them, just to talk and get to know each other. They had also agreed to go "dutch" and keep it a light, friendly date.

They talked and laughed while they ate and Samantha realized that Tyler was a pretty great guy and Tyler was really happy with his decision to go on this date. He was already smitten with Samantha and after a few hours with her, he'd fallen head-over-heels. He didn't want to rush things and scare her off, but he was open for anything she suggested to him at this point. 

After dinner, they were both left with the decision as to where the date would go next. Tyler walked Samantha to her car then offered his hand to say goodnight to her. She grabbed his collar and pulled him to her for a kiss. 

"Let's go back to your place," she whispered while their lips were still engaged in a heated kiss. He broke the kiss, looking deep into her dark green eyes.

"Uh -- um. Okay," he stammered. "You wanna follow me or do you wanna come get your car later?"

"I'll follow," she said, holding onto him and her car to help keep her balance and prevent her weak knees from buckling. He helped her into her car then kissed her cheek softly before he turned away and walked to his car.

He only lived five minutes from the restaurant, but the anticipation of having Samantha in his house and in his arms again made the short drive seem like an hour. Finally pulling up into his driveway, he turned off the engine and paused briefly before getting out of the car. "Don't rush it," he whispered to himself.

Walking to her car, now parked behind his in the driveway, he opened her door and helped her out. They walked hand-in-hand up the long sidewalk that led to his front door. He pulled his keys out of his pocket, slipped the proper key into the lock and opened the door. Tyler entered first to turn a light on, but before he was able to flip the switch, he felt a sharp blow to the side of his head and felt Samantha's hand jerk from his. He was unable to help her as he collapsed at the threshold.

***

Jagger was Alan's best friend and a constant annoyance to Samantha. He and Alan could have been twins, both with short -- almost spiked -- blond hair and bluish-gray eyes. Jagger was the same height as Alan, just a few inches taller than Samantha. He'd always flirt relentlessly with her, promising her that the day she and Alan broke up, he'd sweep her away.

Samantha woke up in a dark room, uncertain of her surroundings. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, trying to focus on this unfamiliar environment. She felt a pain on the back of her head and realized she'd been knocked out. When she rose to her feet, she stumbled in the darkness only to find that she'd been restrained to the bed.

"Tyler?" she called out fearfully. "Where the hell am I?"

Her words didn't fall on deaf ears, Jagger was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, just out of her reach. He watched as she tried to get free of the shackle on her ankle and heard her sigh as she gave in to the fact that she was obviously not going anywhere.

"You're at my house, Sam," he said quietly.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"After all this time, I can't believe you don't recognize my voice," he said, a slight tone of sarcasm in his reply.

"Jagger?" she asked, surprised. "What the hell is going on here? Where's Tyler?"

"Tyler's at his house," he said, getting to his feet and turning on a small light next to the bed. "You look beautiful."

"What happened? Why am I chained to the bed, Jagger?" she asked, trying to mask the fear in her voice.

"I told you that when you broke up with Alan, I would sweep you away," he said, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. "I've waited a long time for this, Sam." He began removing his shirt and unbuckling the belt that held his jeans up.

"Y -- You wouldn't," she said, cowering against the wall. "Please, Jagger. Don't do this," she begged.

"You'll enjoy this, Samantha. I promise," he said. As his jeans dropped to his feet, he pulled his shoes off with his toes and stepped out of them. He opened a drawer in the small table next to the bed and pulled out a syringe. He sat beside her on the bed. "Hold still and this won't hurt," he told her as he grabbed her arm.

Before she could pull away from him, he injected the needle into her arm, slowly pushing the plunger and releasing the clear liquid into her bloodstream. "Jagger!" she shouted.

He rose from the bed and walked back to the chair he was sitting in. Not taking his eyes off her, he sat down slowly, gaging the expression on her face. "Should only take about ten minutes for that to work," he said, smiling at her while she gazed at him blankly.

"Wha -- what was th -- that?" she asked breathlessly.

"Just something to make you more receptive to me, love," Jagger told her smugly. "In a few minutes, you'll want me so bad, it'll drive you crazy."

"I -- I don't want y -- you. I w -- want Ty -- Ty -- " she stammered as her head fell to the pillow on the bed.

***

Tyler woke up in his bed confused. He felt a pain in his head and when he tried to get up to get some aspirin, he felt the sharp pain of a needle in his neck. His vision blurred and his head fell to the pillow. He thought he'd felt a woman in the bed with him. Thinking it was Samantha, he drifted off to sleep.

"Jagger!" the woman shouted. "I want you now!" She realized there was a man sleeping next to her and with clouded vision, she turned to look at him. He was smiling softly and she knew he'd be easy to take care of while he was sleeping. "Finally," she sighed as she pulled the covers back and found his rigid shaft at full attention.

As she lowered herself onto him, she heard him let out a soft grunt. She moved up and down slowly, feeling every inch of him deep inside her. She leaned over him, kissing his lips softly then nibbling on his chin. "Mmmm, Jagger. You feel so good inside me," she whispered as she continued to ride the man she thought was Jagger.

Tyler's body responded to this woman on top of him, his hands automatically finding her hips and pulling her down onto him. He tried to open his eyes to look at Samantha's beautiful face, but it seemed impossible, his eyes were open, but he couldn't see anything. After blinking a few times, his vision seemed to clear and he saw Samantha looking down at him, her eyes filled with lust. His hips thrust deeper into her, causing her to let out a gasp. As she undulated above him, it brought him closer to the brink of his own pleasure. 

"Samantha," he uttered in a whisper. With a jolt, he felt his muscles tighten and he released himself deep inside her, hearing her utter that name so unfamiliar to him again.

She collapsed on top of him, immediately rolling onto the bed, letting out a satisfied sigh. Tyler fell into a deep sleep, his mind clouded with visions of Samantha in his bed, totally unaware of the male intruder in his bedroom. He took the woman in his arms and carried her out of the house. She wrapped her arms around the neck of the man she thought was Jagger as he placed her in the back seat of his car.

He returned to the house, wiping away all traces of anyone being there then closed and locked the door behind him. "That'll teach you to kiss another man's woman, you asshole," Alan said as he got into his car, started the engine and sped away with the unconscious woman in his back seat.

***

Samantha felt his heat as his body pressed against hers, kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. She tried to open her eyes to see Tyler, but her vision was clouded. She felt that the shackle on her ankle had been removed and thought that it was just a horrible dream she was having.

Still, she knew her eyes were open, but she couldn't see. Feeling his lips kiss down her body caused her to tremble. Blinking a few times, the man over her came into view. She saw Tyler's deep blue eyes looking down at her, seeing his desire in them as he smiled then continued his determined pleasuring of her body. He kissed down her flesh, stopping at each breast and nibbling softly, causing her to let out a soft whimper. His hand found it's way down her torso, across her firm stomach and rising pelvis to her slit, feeling her warm wetness instantly. He gently slid two fingers inside her and felt her hips immediately rise to meet his hand.

"Mmmm, Samantha," Jagger whispered, feeling her body writhe beneath his touch. "I've waited a long time for this."

"Tyler," she uttered in a whisper. She felt her orgasm work it's way up from her toes. Samantha thrashed about on the bed, feeling waves of sheer pleasure wash over her. As her body fell limp, she felt his lips on her skin again, gently kissing up her stomach to her breasts. She felt the warmth of his tongue as he teased and sucked on each nipple, bringing back the sensations she'd felt just moments before.

She closed her eyes as they kissed and felt his tongue probe into her mouth. He positioned himself over her, the tip of his cock just grazing the slickness of her opening. She opened her legs wider, inviting him in.

"I want to feel you inside me, Tyler," she sighed as she raised her hips to meet his.

Without hesitation, he thrust into her, hearing her let out a soft whimper as his thick cock impaled her. Jagger felt her legs wrap around him, moving his hips with hers. He thrust hard and deep, pulling almost all the way out, then plunging back inside her. The walls of her pussy squeezed his hard member as his pace quickened. He felt her orgasm roll through her as she cried out another man's name. With a few more deep thrusts, he tensed up and released his hot, thick liquid deep inside her. 

"Oh God Samantha!" he cried as he continued to shoot his load into her. He collapsed on top of her, completely spent. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck, uttering Tyler's name once more. He rolled off her and onto the bed. 

Jagger pulled himself to his feet and heard Alan's voice outside the door. He pulled on his jeans and just as his hand touched the doorknob, the door flew open. Alan stood there looking at Samantha on the bed, seeing a content smile on her face.

"What the hell's going on in here?" he asked Jagger.

"What do you think?" Jagger asked walking past his friend and sitting down in a chair in the living room. "I can see why you didn't want to let her go, Al. She's a great fuck!" he said smiling while lighting a cigarette.

"You weren't supposed to fuck her, Jagger!" Alan said, taking the cigarette his friend had just lit.

"How could I not?" Jagger replied smugly. "Where's Mandy?"

"Back at my house for now," he said. "We gotta get rid of Samantha first. Mandy would be pissed if she saw her here."

"Yeah, I know. I just hope that stuff we gave them works like it's supposed to. Where did you get that stuff anyway?" Jagger asked, lighting another cigarette.

"My dad told me about it. He said they use it on lab rats mostly. I broke into his lab and stole some. For a scientist, he's not too bright. He didn't even question me when I started asking about the effects that stuff would have on humans," Alan said. "Anyway, we gotta get going. I'll take Sam to her house and you can go get your fiancée from my place," he finished then he crushed out his cigarette and headed for the door.




Obsession Ch. 01



All characters in the following fictional story are eighteen years or older.

* * *

"So I was talking to Mel last night and she told me-" Kelsey broke off from her monologue when she realised Jess hadn't heard a word she'd said. She followed her friend's line of vision and her face lit up in a huge grin.

"Who the fuck is that hot guy?" 

"No idea," said Jess quietly. "But I fully intend to find out." She picked up her bag and with a flick of her long, blonde hair, she set off purposefully towards the object of her interest.

* * *

Daniel saw the blonde goddess walking down the path with a short plump girl trotting behind her like an obedient puppy. Quickly, he shoved his i-pod earpiece in and half closed his eyes. He was a picture of benign relaxation with his long legs stretched out in the warm spring sunshine, while other students milled about in the courtyard.

He sensed, rather than saw her, as she slowed down on the final approach to his bench. A faint waft of some expensive perfume tickled his nostrils and he allowed his mind to wander off on a sweet fantasy. His foot tapped gently as he began to hum along to the beat of the song on his i-pod, still pretending to be unaware of his curious audience. He heard books dropping near his feet, but he ignored it. 

"Need a hand, Jess?" giggled a feminine voice.

So that was her name, he thought. Jess...

"No, I'm fine." Jess sounded annoyed. He heard the faint edge to her lilting voice and he tried to repress a smile. The last thing Daniel wanted was for her to realise he was aware of her presence.

He yawned in an exaggerated fashion and leaned further back on the bench, tapping his fingers on the rough wooden seat. He felt her bag brush his leg, but he didn't move a muscle. Eventually the two girls walked away again, their shoes clicking on the concrete. 

Daniel cautiously opened his eyes. He watched Jess's pert backside swaying from side to side in her short mini skirt as she headed over to the main building. Her blonde hair shone like gold in the bright sunlight and a warm feeling stole over him that had nothing to do with the weather.

Abruptly she halted and turned his way again. Instantly he closed his eyes. In his imagination he felt the weight of her stare caress the skin of his face with heated fingers and for a moment he felt compelled to return her gaze.

Then a male voice yelled loudly, "Jess! Wait for me!" and Daniel carefully opened his eyes again. She had turned towards a tall, lanky boy who danced about exuberantly in her presence. Their conversation was muted, but Daniel managed to catch snippets relating to some of their mutual friends and he tuned out.

He had no interest in gossip - he had more important things to think about.

* * *

Jess listened to Kyle babbling on about the party at Steve's house last Friday and switched on to autopilot. If she'd had any interest whatsoever, she'd have gone. As it was, she'd chosen to go to the cinema with Mel and Kelsey instead. Steve and his cronies held no charm at all -- they were just a bunch of no-hopers who hadn't realised their status in her world yet.

Now the new boy was a different prospect entirely. She thought about him as she half listened to Kyle and Kelsey chattering. He was like a breath of fresh air in the stale confines of college and she was determined to find out more about him.

The boys in her world bored her to tears. Some of them she'd known since she was a toddler; most had been introduced when she started college. Not one of them held more than a temporary interest for her. It wasn't that they were unappealing -- a few were considered VERY appealing. They just weren't a challenge.

As soon as any guy was introduced to her, he seemed to fall hopelessly in love at first sight. It had become irritating to say the least. She had no interest in being placed on a pedestal. No, she wanted a boy who could be her equal. 

The more they revered her, the more she walked all over them. She hated herself even as she was treating them like dirt, but she reasoned that they drove her to it. Countless young male egos had been crushed beneath her dainty feet.

"Steve was really disappointed when you didn't show," Kyle directed at Jess, startling her from her self-absorbed reverie.

"I've no idea why," she replied sharply. "I told him I had better things to do with my time when he asked me last week if I was going."

"He really wants you, Jess," Kyle offered with a sideways glance at Kelsey.

"Well he's in for a long wait." 

The frigidity positively dripped from her words and Kyle flinched. He wondered silently if anybody would ever be able to crack Jess's icy façade. He was beginning to think not. The guys had a bet going as to whom was going to be the first to have her -- Steve had been convinced he was in with a chance. He'd organised a party at his house with the express intention of persuading Jess to attend. Unfortunately, he'd not foreseen the possibility she would prefer to spend the evening with her mates.

Steve was not a happy bunny by the end of Friday night. Nor were his parents when they returned from Spain on Saturday morning to find the house trashed. Kyle hadn't stayed long enough to experience all of the fall-out, but he'd heard that Steve wouldn't be hosting any more parties in the near future.

That unfortunate turn of events left Neil at the top of the list in his book. Privately, Kyle thought Neil had no chance, but he wasn't prepared to write him off just yet. There was a possibility the lad might have hidden charms.

The trio entered the building amidst the stream of students heading for afternoon lectures. Kyle said goodbye outside the science labs and the girls headed for English.

* * * 

"I don't get why you're not interested in Steve?" Kelsey said in bemusement as they settled down at the rear of the cavernous room.

"He's arrogant," Jess said dismissively. Plus he has the IQ of a gnat, she added silently.

"Yeah, but he's cute," giggled Kelsey, keeping one eye on the door. Once Miss Anderson arrived, all conversation would cease. The bitch had a habit of dishing out punishment essays like sweets.

"Well you go out with him!" Jess rolled her eyes with exasperation and reached for her books.

"He's not interested in the likes of me," Kelsey replied mournfully. Steve only went for the pretty girls and Kelsey knew she was nobody's idea of pretty. Homely perhaps - but never pretty.

"Don't put yourself down, Kels, you're way too good for the likes of that idiot."

They both looked up as Miss Anderson swept into the room in a swirl of black skirts. Jess quickly decided that the bitch looked like a malevolent crow, but she thought better of passing that comment on to Kelsey. Her friend was all too likely to laugh and Jess had no desire to spend the next week writing another assignment. So she turned her attention to the text they were studying and allowed Miss Anderson's gravely voice to wash over her like caustic soda.

* * * 

Kelsey placed two cups of strawberry milkshake on the grubby table and slid along the plastic booth opposite Jess. "I've found out his name," she announced gleefully.

Jess immediately ceased the detailed examination of her acrylic nails and looked up in surprise. "Go on..." she said, her turquoise eyes sparkling with interest.

"His name is Daniel Mabula and his family moved here from South Africa. I saw him talking to Coach Rogers after the bell had gone this afternoon, so I hung around until Coach was alone and just asked him.

"He didn't believe me when I said I was thinking of joining the athletics club though."

Jess nearly choked on her milkshake. "Why on earth did you tell him that?" she laughed.

"It was the first thing that popped into my head." Kelsey grinned and rolled her eyes. "Yeah I know -- I'm not built for speed," she sighed sadly. 

"That has nothing to do with it," Jess scoffed. "The problem is that you are pathologically lazy!"

Kelsey didn't disagree with her - she knew her friend was correct. The thought of getting all sweaty on the running track made her want to rush to the nearest fast food place and buy a burger with fries to go. Exercise and she were never going to be compatible. Deciding that the best option was not to think about it, she headed across to the counter to collect her food order. She soon returned with a double cheeseburger and fries. 

"How can you stand to eat that crap?" Jess wailed in despair. 

"What do you mean?"

"God, look at it! It's disgusting!"

"Mmmm..." Kelsey chewed a huge mouthful of burger and sighed happily. She didn't care what Jess thought -- she knew she'd never be thin, so she saw no reason to stop eating the food she loved. If Jess wanted to live on salads all her life, then more fool her.

Jess turned to stare out of the window. Just the smell of the burger was making her feel nauseous. Outside it was growing dark already. Lights twinkled all across the vista of glowing storefronts trying to lure shoppers over to their gaudy displays of shoes, clothes and bed linen. 

The sound of squealing rubber diverted Jess's attention away from shoes and she turned her head towards the car park entrance. A sporty car had screeched to a halt beside the picnic tables outside, music thumping loudly through open windows. As Jess watched, two young men climbed out and stood talking for a moment. She knew she had seen them somewhere before, but their names escaped her.

The taller one with the leather jacket and scruffy hair noticed her staring. He prodded his mate and they both turned to ogle her. Immediately Jess turned away from the window and cursed her curiosity. The last thing she needed tonight were some dumb meatheads annoying her.

"Have you nearly finished?" she asked Kelsey hurriedly.

"Kinda -- why?" Her friend looked up in surprise and crammed another mouthful of burger between her lips.

"'Cause we should leave, now." Out of the corner of her eye she saw the two young men enter the restaurant. They swaggered over in her direction and she sighed with frustration. God, could she not even sit in a burger restaurant in peace?

"Hey, sexy, is Heaven missing an angel?" the tall one said in what he clearly thought was an appealing manner designed to have ladies swooning at his feet. His mate snickered and licked his lips.

Jess turned round and glared at the man icily. "You talking to me, dickhead?"

"Ooh, the kitten's got claws!" he laughed. "How about I buy you a drink and we can get to know each other?"

"How about you fuck off and leave us alone?" 

Jess's eyes flashed angrily and Kelsey reluctantly stood, realising that she wasn't going to have the chance to order an ice cream. Damn, she really wanted to try the new flavour. Never mind, there would be another occasion. 

"Come on, Jess, let's leave these nice boys to play with the ketchup dispenser."

"Good idea, Kelsey, I need to go home and wash my hair." Jess pushed past her admirer with a disdainful look. 

He grabbed her arm angrily. "Don't be such a stuck up bitch! I was only trying to be nice, sweetheart."

"Don't think she likes you, Braddo," the short bloke said with a snigger.

"Ooh ten out of ten for perception!" Kelsey's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Let go of me!" Jess hissed, feeling his fingers digging into her arm and knowing she'd have a bruise there later. 

Braddo eyed the large man heading purposefully in their direction and reluctantly released Jess's arm. "Maybe another time, sweetheart," he promised.

"Over my dead body." 

"Is everything okay, girls?" The manager flexed his muscles and threw a warning look at Braddo and his mate.

"Yeah, we're just leaving," Jess replied in a haughty tone. She grabbed Kelsey's hand and they headed purposefully for the exit door. Kelsey gazed longingly at the large poster of a whipped ice cream cone as she shot past - and sighed sadly.

"You owe me one," she muttered crossly as they climbed into Jess's red car.

* * *

Daniel pounded round the track, concentrating on nothing but beating his last time. The blood surged through his veins as he pushed his body to greater exertion. When he was running, everything else faded into obscurity. He loved it; running was his life. 

When Jess appeared near the fence, he almost didn't see her as his eyes were firmly fixed on his coach waiting at the finish line. It was the way her blonde hair caught the light in a shimmering flash of gold that caught his attention. 

He nearly faltered, but years of training allowed him to focus on the task at hand. With a final burst of adrenaline, attributable in no small way to his sudden admirer, he blasted past the coach like a tornado. The smile on Coach Roger's face told him all he needed to know.

"Nice one," Coach said warmly as Daniel stood panting, the sweat dripping down his face in the hot sun. 

Daniel nodded and grinned. A sudden movement distracted him and his attention drifted again, drawn towards the angel sat observing him from the perimeter of the field. Coach Rogers followed his line of vision and frowned.

"Hit the showers -- it's nearly time for the bell," he said gruffly. 

Reluctantly, Daniel tore his gaze away from Jess. He grabbed his water bottle and took a huge slug, not caring when some of it splashed out on his vest. He could smell his own sweat, salty and fresh. The thought of a shower was suddenly very appealing.

He began to jog slowly across the athletics field, heading for the main building and the changing rooms. It was his intention to ignore the golden girl by the fence, but like a magnet, she drew his unwilling gaze as he passed by her. Their eyes locked in a heated exchange of something hitherto unknown. 

Daniel felt a strange shiver of promise trace a pathway down his spine. There was something different about this girl; something he had not met before. As he lost his will to walk away and slowly drowned in the warm tropics of her turquoise eyes, he wondered what it was that pulled his soul towards hers so irrevocably.

The moment was broken by a sudden ruckus near the main entrance to the car park. Some boys had started a fight and like flies to a cowpat, students swarmed around eagerly. Within moments, Coach Rogers was running over to the disturbance with a vigour that belied his age.

Jess looked away from Daniel momentarily and he used the distraction to sprint towards the gym block. His tired legs protested at the sudden extra exertion, but he ignored them and dived into the changing rooms with a sense of relief. He had the feeling that if he'd stayed out there any longer, he'd have fallen under the witch's spell forever.

That was exactly what she appeared to be -- a witch of considerable power. No other woman or girl had ever intoxicated his senses like this femme fatale. He stripped off his damp kit and stood under the warm jets of water, the needle-like spray easing the tightness in his muscles, but doing nothing to subdue the sexual arousal he was feeling.

It was just fortunate he was alone in here, he thought as he stroked his aching cock, willing the damn thing to go down. But it was no use. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her, standing there with that faint beguiling smile on her beautiful face. Her eyes taunted him with promises of everything he'd ever wanted, whilst her body aroused him like no other female ever had.

Just the very idea of touching those slim curves, of running his fingers down her thighs, made him gasp loudly, almost on the verge of coming in no time at all. His movements grew faster as his hand flashed in a practiced manner, pushing his passion beyond the point of no return. As his cum spurted out all over the tiles, he imagined her kneeling before him, her ruby red mouth open in a gesture of love, eagerly waiting for his seed to anoint her face and breasts. 

Daniel leaned against the cool tiled wall, panting hard as the evidence of his obsession swirled away down the plughole. His cock softened a little, but not entirely. His passion was not completely exorcised; it had merely been laid to rest for a short interval.

"Get a grip," he muttered crossly as he switched the shower off and grabbed his towel. 

* * *

Jess wandered across the quadrangle in a dream, oblivious to the other students milling excitedly around her in the end of day rush hour. Even as the occasional arm jostled her roughly, a ghost of a smile briefly flickered across her lips as she thought about him.

The way his black eyes had looked into her soul had disturbed the equilibrium of her life. She wasn't sure how, or why, but something infinitesimal had shifted during that heated moment. It was as if she'd been shown a fleeting glimpse of something wonderful; something she could have if she so desired. Then the pages of the book had abruptly closed and he'd left her alone again with all her wants and needs rioting in her feverish brain whilst the rest of the world was looking elsewhere.

Her meandering path took her through the grassy area towards the car park as she allowed her thoughts to wander unchecked. She imagined she could smell the fresh scent of the sweat that trickled down his neck, glistening on his bronzed skin. Subconsciously her tongue flicked out and moistened her lips and her breathing quickened.

The pulse between her legs throbbed dully, a slow ache spreading outwards to colour her senses with an intangible glow. Her fingers flexed as she remembered the way his muscles rippled beneath his light running vest. It was pure sweet torture.

* * *

These incendiary thoughts stayed with her all evening, dancing like naughty imps on the edges of her mind. Her books were strewn all over her desk, but try as she might, she couldn't concentrate on the pages of text she was supposed to be reading. 

It was late. Her parents had long since retired to bed and, as far as they knew, Jess had too. Instead, she was lying on her bed, staring out the window into the night. The gauzy curtain wafted gently in the warm breeze from the garden and from somewhere, an owl hooted mournfully. 

Her thin cotton tee shirt stuck to her skin damply. She was tired, but sleep seemed an impossible hope. Too many indistinct thoughts vied for attention in her brain and as much as she tried to relax, her body was wired tighter than a drum. All roads led back to him. He had bewitched her in the most frustrating of ways. 

No boy had ever had such an effect on her. Mostly they came and went, barely leaving an indent on the surface of her life. She was unused to feeling such a sense of attraction - of being so helplessly enthralled. It made her uneasy -- like she was spinning out of control.

Idly her fingers played across the smooth skin of her belly. The warmth and vague sense of aching were still there, simmering between her legs like a storm brewing on a hot summer's day. Restlessly she shifted on the bed, the duvet twisting beneath her in a tangled mess. 

Sleep remained eternally elusive as her body tingled with unrealised desires. Almost without realising it, Jess's fingers strayed between her legs as her mind continued to brood over the mysterious Daniel. She stroked the cotton of her shorts, subconsciously seeking some kind of relief from the torment. 

When she realised what she was doing, her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. She had never done such a thing before. Despite all the attention she received from boys, she was still a virgin and relatively inexperienced. Masturbation was not something she had ever practised.

Naturally the subject had arisen in conversation amongst her friends, but it made Jess uncomfortable to talk about such intimate things. She'd nearly died when Mel had produced a huge purple vibrator one night when they were all sleeping over at her house. The others had all giggled, but Jess had been embarrassed as hell. 




Obsession Ch. 01



Only now was she beginning to understand what the others meant when they talked about feeling frustrated. Before today, frustration had been an alien concept. Now her body was craving something she had no experience of and she closed her eyes tightly, hoping that if she tried to sleep, the feelings might go away.

But they didn't. Helplessly, her fingers drifted along the smooth skin of her thighs, drawn irrevocably to that place that throbbed uncomfortably. Despite her mortification, the sensations invoked by her own touch were undeniably pleasurable. It felt good to stroke her hot skin, to sooth the tension in her body. 

Jess sighed softly as she began to drift deeper into the swirling morass of sensuality. Her breasts ached beneath the loose cotton of her tee shirt and instinctively she rubbed the hard tips of her nipples. This sent small tingles down her nerve pathways and she repeated the movement. 

The ache between her thighs increased and she began to rock her hips in a gesture of need. Her skin felt like it was burning up and her cheeks were flushed with a rosy glow in the pale light from the window. Indistinct thoughts of Daniel fluttered through her mind, fuelling the inferno building inside.

When her fingers dipped inside her shorts, she was surprised at how wet she felt. Rubbing her flesh sent shockwaves through her throbbing body and she bit her lip in an effort to stay quiet. She rubbed harder, instinctively homing in on the small nub of flesh where the powerful feelings were centred.

A strange tension built within her body, a sensation of approaching the summit of a huge hill. Writhing on the tangled sheets, Jess felt her body tremble on the edge of something unknown before a sudden sharp blast of pleasure hit her hard. She was momentarily lost in the blissful waves rippling through her body; this was something she'd never experienced before. 

Slowly the feelings faded and the heat dissipated. Her skin began to cool and she shivered slightly. All of the tension had vanished and Jess yawned as she stretched like a cat. Her fingers felt slightly sticky, but she couldn't be bothered to move. Tiredness descended like a white fluffy blanket and within minutes she was fast asleep, a faint smile lingering on her face.

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To be continued... 



Obsession Ch. 01



(Note: This is my first story after being a long time reader. The themes of the story is all about wanting what you can't have. And yes all characters in this story are over the age of 18. I hope you all enjoy.)

Part 1 - A Sneak Peek

Yawning I slowly moved my feet off the bed and forced myself to get up from the warmth of the bed. Absently I scratched at my side and padded through to the bathroom. As I was about to step inside a blur of pink ran past me and inside, closing the door in my face.

"Sorrydadimlate." Was the rush of words that hit me as my daughter Penny ran past, I gave another yawn and walked back to the bedroom and sat down on the bed.

"Hmm. Shouldn't you be in a shower now." My wife, Jenna, said from under the covers.

"Our darling daughter is running late, again. So she cut me off before I could get in." I mumbled. Fighting it all the way, I lay down on the bed again.

"She needs a better alarm clock." Jenna said and shifted position, snuggling under the covers.

"She needs to move out." I muttered.

"That too." Jenna said with a giggle.

"Maybe if she did we could do it on the couch like the old days." I sighed.

"We never did it on the couch." Jenna reminded me.

"Didn't we? Must have been my dream then. I wondered why I was sticky this morning." I joked.

"I don't remember doing it on the couch." Jenna said, now fully awake. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation, not only had we done it on the couch but now we were having a rational conversation about it nineteen years later. I shook my head and tried to change the subject.

"Maybe we should help her look for places to live." I said.

"Maybe, but I want to know when we ever made love on the couch." Jenna insisted.

"We never did Jenna, we had sex, but never made love on the couch. The couch was always the place for nasty sweaty intense sex before we had our daughter." I explained.

"I really don't remember that Adam." Jenna turned over to face me now.

"It doesn't matter anyway Jenna, it was meant as a joke. And lets stop talking about sex, or I'll never get to work on time." I said with a cheeky grin. Normally she would grin back and take the joke but today she just frowned.

"No, you will get to work no matter what, I have a lot to do today, besides I'm not in the mood." Jenna then turned over again and snuggled again to get comfy, she was going to get an extra hour in bed before she had to get up.

'I'm not in the mood,' damn I had been hearing that a lot in the last few years. Every time I tried to make a move that line would come up. Believe me I had tried everything. Seduction: I sent her flowers and then took her out for a night on the town and even booked a hotel room for the night so we wouldn't have to go home. All night she is affectionate and kissing me passionately and then we get back to the room and I think we're going to have sex and right away she says "can we not, I'm really not in the mood". In the end I convinced her to at least help me out and she gave me a half-hearted blow job that ended up with an orgasm so weak that it wasn't worth the ten minutes of convincing to actually get it.

So next up I tried to wait, see how long the dry spell would last, I wouldn't make any moves and see when she would initiate any contact. 

And I waited, and waited and waited. I created a tally sheet for me to tick off every day. One hundred and three days before I gave in and tried to initiate any sex. Again it didn't lead to sex, it led to a hand job that was so pathetic I told her to stop when I realized I was losing my erection. 

Next up, I am ashamed to say, I got her drunk. When Penny was staying over at a friends (we knew she was going out to a club but it gave us some time alone so we didn't mind), I made sure the wine was flowing, and by 11pm that night my wife was suitably drunk. So as she was drunk I pressed against her, sliding my hand around her waist then upward, cupping her breast and she moaned. We kissed, a hungry kiss from her and I was in heaven. It didn't last long however. We made it upstairs, kissing and groping each other then we got into the bedroom and tore off each others clothes and just when things were going great, she had taken my cock in her mouth, her tongue slipping over the head then all of a sudden she leaped up and ran out the room, I heard her throwing up in the toilet. When she came back into the room she muttered something then collapsed on the bed, a few seconds later she started snoring. I lay there for over 20 minutes just cursing my luck and wondering what I had done to deserve this. The thing is, it wasn't always like this, we used to be very active in our sex life, I wouldn't say there was a set number of times a week but it was frequent and it was good. Even when she was on her period she was always willing to do stuff to help me out, blow jobs, anything she could think of to get me off. 

So there I am lying in bed, she has gone back to sleep and my mind is going over our past experiences, it is quite a turn on and I pulled my throbbing erection out of my pajama bottoms and start stroking it. My wind a whirl with times we had had sex on the couch with not a care for anything around us except our deep primal need, my wife crying out in pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to finishing myself off, I lift the covers off my wife, she had slept naked and I look at her bare ass as I get closer. God, why doesn't she want sex more often, she has a body built for it! I slide onto my side and rub my cock against her ass, she shifts and the covers fall back over her. I feel my release almost there, I look up to the bedroom doorway, the door is closed over slightly but there is a gap at the frame so I can see out into the hallway without anyone noticing, I am making sure my daughter doesn't suddenly decide to come into the room to speak to us. Suddenly the bathroom door opens and my daughter sticks her head out nervously. I wonder what she is doing but don't stop my hand moving, then she steps out into the hallway, naked and hurries to her room, her room is next door to ours so she has to turn towards our bedroom to go in and I see her fully naked from the front for the first time since I bathed her at age 4. She has small tits, I would say the size of oranges but the nipples are big, the hall must have been cold because they were standing straight up, my eyes hungrily move down to her stomach then further. She has a small line of hair, carefully shaved above her pussy, and between her legs I can make out two lips. In that brief 4 seconds it takes her to move from the bathroom to her bedroom I drink in every detail and suddenly I am coming hard. Spraying all over my pajamas and the sheet and feeling better than I had in a long time. That was the best orgasm I had had in well over two years, but after a few seconds the feeling of guilt creeps up over me, I can't believe I just did that, she's my own daughter for Christ's sake! But still, I feel better and it was a one time thing, my wife had denied me for so long it was only natural that the first naked woman I saw would cause such a reaction. I quickly picked up a t-shirt lying beside the bed and used it to clean up the mess. 

A few minutes later, after throwing the t-shirt in the washing machine I was in the shower just about to start my day. The image of what happened flashed in my mind and suddenly I felt myself starting to get aroused again. There was no point in doing anything about it, it wouldn't go anywhere but I was just stunned at it happening.

I got dressed quickly and left for work without a word, my mind still reeling after the weirdest morning I had had in a long time. The bus ride to town was short and it helped take my mind off things with the bus filling up quickly so we were all packed together. At my desk I sat tapping away the keyboard, filling up the spreadsheet as I did every day, the work was monotonous but it paid well so I did it for my family. 

An hour had passed in work when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder, I turned in my chair to see Kelly Watson, a young temporary worker, she looked nervous.

"Umm Adam.." She said, clearly uncomfortable at using my first name because I was older than her.

"Yes Kelly?" I said trying to make her feel at ease and also trying to stop my gaze drifting to the swell of her blouse. 

"The photocopier has jammed up and I need to make thirty copies of a document before lunchtime, can you help me?" She said then chewed on her bottom lip.

I locked my pc and stood, "sure no problem." I walked down the corridor and into the photocopy room, it was the only remaining working photocopier at the back of the room and I could see the red light flashing on it. 

"These machines are a pain." I said and walked over to the machine, it was definitely jammed, I flipped open the top cover to see no jam at the top. Crouching I pulled open the side panel and could see at least 6 sheets of paper or ripped up and jamming the rollers of the photocopier. 

"Yep, a bad jam," I sighed and looked out to Kelly, she had bent over to look inside and I realized if I looked lower I would be able to see right down her blouse but I formed my eyes to stay level with her face, but as I turned back stole a glance. White, lacy, the top half was see through and I could make out some nipple in that brief glance, then went back to the task at hand. As I tried to extract the paper I had a sudden image flash through my mind, Kelly and I on top of the photocopier, fucking hard. I tear off her blouse and she howls in delight and I am slamming my cock into her fast and hard, her hands claw at my back. Then it's gone. 

What the hell is wrong with me? I ask myself as I pull out the rest of the paper, I don't want to stand just yet as my sudden daydream had caused a visible tenting in my trousers. 

"Okay," I say to Kelly not standing up or turning round, "try 1 copy, and I'll stay here in case it jams again." I close the photocopier panel over, the machine whirs and 1 copy is done perfectly. 

"Try six more." I say stalling for time, I am deflating but not enough yet.

"Okay." She says and the machine whirs for longer this time and six perfect copies come out the machine, by this time I am deflated enough to stand.

"There you go." I say brushing my hands together.

"Thank you Adam." She says touching my forearm.

"No problem." I smile at her. She smiles back and there is something else in her look, I don't stay to examine it, I walk quickly out and back to my desk. I can feel myself sweating, my brain just abuzz with one hundred different thoughts and none of them good. 

The day dragged by, with all different thoughts going through my head and as I made it home, I sighed with relief, the day would be over soon and tomorrow would be a new day and the thoughts would probably go away. 

"I'm home." I shouted tossing my bag onto a seat in the living room and loosening my tie.

"I'm in the kitchen." Jenna shouted, I walked through to see her pouring a glass of water.

"Where's Penny?" I inquired, mentioning her sent the image from this morning through my head and suddenly my trousers felt tight.

"She's out til later, her and a few friends are going to see a movie after work." Jenna said swallowing a large gulp of water. She walked over to kiss me and as our lips touched, her mouth was slightly parted and the kiss was long and slow. Instantly I felt myself wrap my arms around her and the kiss became more intense, she pressed up onto my lips and my hands slid down to her behind and I pulled her close, the kiss becoming harder and she moaned into my mouth. I bent my knees a little and my throbbing cock pressed against her cloth covered pussy and she ground against me. Her hands went to my tie pulling it off and I quickly undid the buttons on her blouse, pulling it open, she pushed off my jacket and was pulling open my shirt. I pushed the straps of her bra down and pulled the cups of her tits and then leaned in to kiss her neck. Slowly brushing my lips over her skin at first then planting soft kisses, I parted my lips and flicked the tip of tongue across her neck softly, this caused her to moan again, her hands undoing my belt and unzipping my fly. She pulled my hard shaft out of the trousers and ran her hand up and down it. I reached down to her skirt and pulled it up until I reached her underwear, I pulled it down and she did the rest, making sure they dropped to the floor, she stepped out them without breaking our kissing or her hand motions. I lifted her up onto the kitchen counter, I lined up my cock to her pussy, she had shaved a line in it recently, just like Penny. That got me harder and I pushed forward sliding into her easily. She let out a long moan and buried her head in my neck, kissing me and gasping in pleasure. I stroked in and out slowly at first, so she could get used to it and then started moving faster and harder. My hands went to her small tits as we fiercely fucked, I squeezed and groped them, I wasn't hurting her but I wasn't being gentle either and she seemed to love it. 

Her breath was coming in short gasps now.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm gonna.... I'm gonna." She panted, then almost in a whisper said, "cum" and then let out a long guttural moan. Suddenly it felt like her muscles inside were milking me for all I was worth and I could feel myself swelling, I was about to explode inside her. Then just before I came, the image of my naked daughter jumped into my head and it felt like I got larger inside her and then came with such force I thought I was about to fall to my knees. I remained standing through sheer force of will as I emptied my seed into her. She was still shaking from her orgasm but could feel me spraying her insides and it was causing her to moan still. We caught our breath and I softened and slipped out her, I stuffed my flaccid member back into my shorts and zipped up my fly and stepped back from her. Jenna was still getting her breath back and she slid the straps up on her bra and fixed the cups back into place.

"That was..." She began, "incredible. Unexpected but incredible." She slid off the counter and started to fix her clothing.

Instantly I was feeling guilty, the reason I was so pent up was due to a mix of this morning and my thoughts during work and it was all released in that energetic act of lovemaking. All I wanted was to confess it all to my wife but I knew I couldn't, it was too shameful so I smiled at her and kissed her forehead.

"I love you." I told her truthfully, I meant it, I love my wife with all my heart. 

"I need a shower and so do you." She said smiling, "and we need to figure out dinner tonight."

"I'll phone us some takeaway," I offered.

"Mmm, that sounds nice, some Chinese food would be perfect." She said.

I called for the food as my wife walked up the stairs to her shower, the person on the phone told me the food would be half an hour and I smiled and went up the stairs. My wife was in the shower humming to herself and I stripped off my clothes.

"Need someone to wash your back?" I said surprising her as I stepped in the shower.

"I do...now." She smiled and kissed me. We embraced under the spray of the shower, our kisses sloppy and we due to the water cascading over our bodies. My arms were round her waist and she ran her hands up and down my back. I could feel the fire from before building again, our kisses started to gain more urgency.

"My god, what is with you today?" My wife moaned and her hand slid down my body until she could feel my hard manhood.

"Are you complaining?" I grinned, bent my knees and ran my erection along her crotch. We wouldn't be able to have sex in the shower, I knew that but I was driving her crazy in what I was doing. Suddenly she spun around and braced her hands on the wall.

"Do it!" She said and I was shocked but that didn't stop me from bending my knees and sliding into her. She moaned a long moan and as I slowly moved inside her she gasped. I began thrusting into her like my life depended on it, I knew I wasn't going to cum again but I wanted to fuck my wife so badly and she was bent over begging me to do it. I slammed into her again and again, my daughter's naked body came to mind and I sped up, harder and faster. This time, all I thought about was my daughter as I fucked my wife. 

We emerged from the bathroom in our robes a short while later, the sex in the shower had been intense, but it hadn't led to an orgasm for either of us, but we had both loved it. Suddenly the doorbell went, I walked down to the front door to find the delivery man waiting with food, I paid him and as I closed the door and the smell of the food wafted up to my nose I actually started to think that the day hadn't been that bad after all. 



Obsession Ch. 01



All she could see were his eyes, bright blue, almost shocking in their depth. Those eyes haunted her for months, in her dreams, where there was nothing but sensual sweet kisses and hot sweaty loving and those eyes, staring into her own. Natalie's breath caught in her throat as the bright orbs that were supposedly a part of her imagination bored into her own from down the aisle. 

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Kyan grinned down at the woman that stood in front of him, her rounded belly protruding out in front of her. One of her long fingers was thrust in his direction and her face was twisted into a look of distaste. 

"Kyan Diomedes Channing, I know you're not smiling at a time like this," Jasmine growled. 

"Jazzy, really, it's not that big of a deal," Kyan replied.

"Your brother forgets that he and I are supposed to go to the baby store before I have to be on bed rest. He calls you and asks you to show up and take me instead. This isn't the ol' switcheroo here, Kyan. This is your janky ass brother's responsibility and he shouldn't be pulling you in." 

Kyan grinned down at the formidable woman standing before him. And she had to be formidable to deal with his bitchy, over-protective sisters, not to mention the stress of being pregnant with four children at once. Jasmine wasn't afraid to give him a piece of her mind and, most of the time that was just what he needed. She had become his best friend in short order and he was more than willing to take her places and watch over her while his brother was at work.

"Jazzy, let me take you out. Kiran wanted to be with you today and you know better than I that nothing short of an emergency would pull him away from you," Kyan pleaded. 

Jasmine frowned up at him once again. "Yeah right, he practically ran out of here when I mentioned shopping. It's his least favorite thing to do. I basically have to bribe him with sexual favors to get him to go with me. I can't believe he's talked you into coming with me. You don't even like being around large crowds of people." 

Kyan grabbed Jasmine up in a hug, before releasing her and taking her hand. "C'mon Jasmine, we've got some shopping to do. Don't worry about me, I can handle the crowds. I mean, look at me." 

Jasmine had to admit that Kyan was the kind of guy that made women stare at him and men cower when he turned that ice-blue gaze in their direction. Kyan was built, and his chiseled muscles caused his shirts to mold to his form, the sheer size of his fists, and the 'fuck with me and I will end you' attitude that he had, usually kept people away. He could handle himself, that was for certain. Jasmine gave in, knowing that there was something that she didn't get going on between the brothers. 

Kyan tucked her into his Mazda CX-7 and drove to the baby superstore, Mimi's. It was the place to get everything, from clothes, to toys, cribs, and anything else a growing baby might need. Jasmine had made several trips to the store over the course of her pregnancy, and even though the quadruplet's room was pretty much complete, she still felt that she needed to buy a few more things. 

Kyan helped Jasmine out of the car and escorted her into the store. As soon as he entered the building, he paused. His nose rose into the air, and he took a deep breath. She was there. Somewhere in the store was the woman of his dreams. His mate. Her scent was something akin to lavender mixed with roses and spice, and it called to him. 

Jasmine looked up at her escort and recognized the face that he was making. It was one of supreme rapture and the face that her own husband made at the moment of orgasm or when he smelled something divine...like her naughty bits. 

"Kyan?" 

"She's here." 

"Who's here?"

"My mate." 

Jasmine drew in a quick breath. His mate was at the baby store? What did that mean? Was she already pregnant with someone else's baby? For the other man's sake, she hoped not. She lightly touched Kyan's arm and led him farther into the store. 

"Kyan, go find your woman. And make sure you bring her to meet me before we leave the store," Jasmine stated, with a smile in her voice.

Kyan nodded and followed his nose. He travelled along several aisles, trailing the intoxicating scent. He almost missed the whimpering child standing alone by a cart in one of the aisles, but his woman's scent clung to him and Kyan wondered who he was. 

The boy was small, around three or four years old, clinging to that cart for dear life, tears steaming down his face. He wasn't crying loudly, which was probably the reason people had walked by him without noticing his distress. Kyan hunkered down, making himself as small and as unintimidating as he possibly could. 

"Hi there, little one. What's the matter?" 

The boy regarded him with tearful eyes before shaking his head. His eyes were a crystalline blue, almost too pretty to believe, and his blond hair was in disarray all over his head. His fingers gripped the cart tighter and fresh tears streamed down the small face. 

Kyan smiled softly. "You're not supposed to talk to strangers?" 

The boy nodded, before drawing his index finger and his thumb across his lips, zipping them. 

"Good boy. Someone has taught you well," Kyan paused and then pointed to himself, "My name is Kyan Channing. And I'm a good guy. I want to help you. May I help you?" 

The boy considered this carefully and then nodded. 

Kyan nodded as well. "Okay, you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. I just want to help. Now, is your mom in the store?" 

The boy shook his head no. 

"Is there someone else you know in the store?" 

The boy nodded. 

"Are you waiting for them to come get you?" 

Another nod.

"Does this person know you are alone?"

The boy shook his head sadly. 

Kyan nodded. "Will you come with me?" 

The boy shook his head vehemently. Apparently there was no way that he would go with Kyan. 

Kyan acknowledged the fact that someone had given him a thorough lesson on strangers. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned on the camera feature. If the boy wouldn't come with him, he would improvise. "I'm going to take a picture of you and bring it to the person that you're waiting on okay?"

The boy smiled up at him while he took the picture with his phone. It was tearful and wobbly at best. Kyan touched the top of the boy's head lightly and pulled the image of his mother and...his aunt...Natalie...from his mind. Kyan grinned. He could feel the pull inside of him when he focused on Natalie. At least his woman wasn't the mother of the small boy holding onto the cart for dear life. He didn't know how he would have dealt with an irresponsible woman like that for eternity.

He stood and assured the boy he would be back and told him not to go anywhere with anyone else. Kyan left, following the scent of his woman quickly, and came upon her arguing with a man. He managed to suppress the growl he felt trying to rip from his throat. Another man was in his woman's space, looking aggressive and way too familiar for his taste. Instead of charging in and grabbing the man by the scruff of his neck, Kyan cleared his throat, gaining their attention. 

Natalie started and then stared. She couldn't help herself. There he was, living and breathing, his eyes gazing into hers. It was her dream man. She turned, looking straight into the eyes of the newcomer, James completely forgotten, and smiled. Natalie struggled not to blush and giggle when her smile was returned. 

Kyan grinned at the woman that stood so close to him. His mate. My, she was a curvy beauty. Her brown skin seemed so silky and he itched to touch it. Her dark brown eyes, which had held so much fury a moment prior were now widened in wonder and he also detected some lust, and it made the male part of him puff out his chest with pride. 

He couldn't be bothered with the man, he was nothing more than a speed bump and Kyan didn't see any reason to slow down. He was going to pursue his woman and he would claim her as his own soon. The silence stretched between them, but as he remembered why he was looking for her, his sense of urgency returned. Kyan took a deep breath and spoke. "Are you Natalie?" 

Natalie drew in a quick breath. How did he know her name? And how fair was it that the man's voice turned her into a pile of goo? "Yes? I'm Natalie Grant." 

She wondered if she sounded as breathless to the man that stood before her as she did to herself. 

"My name is Kyan Channing and I was wondering if you recognized this little boy," Kyan stated as he approached her, his phone facing her. 

Kyan fought the urge to push the other man away, hell, push him through a few rows of merchandise, as he also drew closer to look at the phone. The only thing that held him back was the knowledge that his mate would run from him if he did something like that. 

Natalie's eyes widened. "That's Kyle! Where is he? Why do you have his picture?" She was ready to beat that smokin' hot ass if she had to over her Kyle. 

Kyan sighed. "I found him alone on the other side of the store. I asked him some questions and gathered that his mother had left him there with the cart and he was waiting for you to come find him, but you didn't know he was alone. If you'll come this way, I'll take you to him." 

Natalie nodded, but James balked. "I told you that you should have called DCF on that girl a long ass time ago, Nat. She's a fucking unfit mother and you're enabling her. In fact, I say we call DCF right now. That kid is not your responsibility." 

Natalie whipped around and marched forward until she was pressed against James' chest. "Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly?" 

James inched backward, but his face maintained its scowl. "Kyle isn't your son. He's Mindy's kid and her responsibility." 

Natalie growled. "James, if I told your ass once, you should have listened because I hate to repeat myself. Kyle is MY godson. He IS my responsibility should anything happen to his mother. I WILL fulfill my duty as his godmother and as Mindy's friend and take care of that little boy. I am tired of listening to you complain and whine like you're the 4 year old, damn it." 

"Nat, I..." 

Natalie held up a hand. "Save it. I don't want to hear anything else. I suggest that we go our separate ways right now and maybe we can talk later. Don't expect much, though, because I am really tired of putting up with your bullshit. Good luck finding a present for your sister." 

Natalie turned back towards Kyan and didn't say a word when he wrapped his large hand around hers and led her to Kyle. She didn't even think about how good he smelled and how safe she felt standing beside him. She ignored how small her hand felt in hers and how he towered over her. She did notice that his strides were more than twice hers, but he slowed down so she wouldn't have to run. Considerate. Safe. Fucking gorgeous. 

Her mind blanked and she rushed forward, kneeling and gathering Kyle in her arms when she set her eyes on him. His little arms wrapped around her neck tightly, his tears wetting her neck and shirt as he buried his face there. She rocked him gently until he calmed, innately aware that Kyan was standing behind her, watching the scene intently. 

Natalie turned and smiled at Kyan once again. "Thank you so much for finding me." 

She then turned her attention back to the boy in her arms. "Kyle, where's your mom?"

He whimpered softly before answering. "She left with a man. She told me to stay with the cart and you would find me. And if I left the cart, a bad person might try to take me. I stayed right there and I didn't talk to any strangers, Auntie Leelee." 

Natalie sighed and crushed the boy tighter to her chest. It killed her that her friend was so fucking irresponsible, leaving him to fend for himself in a huge store, but she would never call DCF on her. They would take him away from his mother and there was no way that they would be willing to give him to Natalie. She wasn't really family and she was black. They probably looked down on that or some shit. 

Kyan watched the scene quietly, noting just how much love his woman had for another person's child. He hoped she would be equally as loving to their children, but he knew she would. 

He heard the soft cough behind him and turned to find Jasmine smiling up at him. "Kyan, it's about time I found you. Your brother called and he wants me to go to the hospital for a checkup. You know how paranoid he's getting now that we're getting closer to the due date...and bed rest."

Kyan nodded and turned back to his mate. She was standing now, the small boy cuddled in her arms. 

Natalie watched the pair as she stood, holding Kyle close. She could feel the love that each had for the other and it depressed her for some reason. Maybe it was because Kyan obviously had no problem dating black women and she couldn't even capitalize on it. She should have known that a man that fine was attached...and it looked like he was close to becoming a daddy as well, judging by the large belly that the woman sported. 

Kyan grinned and stared for a minute more before turning to Jasmine and making introductions. 

"Jasmine, this is Natalie Grant and her godson, Kyle. Natalie, this is my sister, Jasmine Channing. And these are my future nieces and nephews," Kyan stated as he rubbed the rounded belly, feeling the babies move within. 

Natalie released a breath before checking herself again. Just because Jasmine wasn't his wife didn't mean that he wasn't attached. The man was clearly too fine to be single and if he was, she wouldn't mind trying him out for size. If he was anything like he was in her dreams, she knew she would be in for the ride of her life. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Natalie. I hope my brother hasn't bothered you too much," Jasmine said with a smile. 

"No, not at all. Actually, he found my godson and got me to him, so I'm forever in his debt. He can bother me all he wants." 

Kyan smiled. If he had his way, he'd be bothering her a lot. "It was nothing. I'm just glad I could help." 

Natalie nodded. "Well, we better get going. Thank you again, Kyan. I really appreciate it." 

"You're welcome." 

Natalie walked past them, Kyle in her arms, and toward the exit before stopping in her tracks and letting out a low curse. James had driven the group to the store and she was surely not about to get in the car with that jackass. She would never hear the end of it. He would be forever nagging her about social services and Natalie was NOT about to go there. Heck, she doubted the man was even still in the store. 

She felt the large presence behind her and knew that Kyan was standing there, watching and waiting. She turned and looked up into those intense blue eyes, partially hidden behind his dark wavy hair. 

"I think we're stuck here for a while," Natalie stated before worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

Kyan fought back the urge to groan and the urge to grab her in his arms and suck on her luscious bottom lip. He cleared his throat as he cleared his mind of all the impure thoughts. 

"Well, we can give you a ride. It's just Jasmine and I in the car. We can buy a car seat for Kyle here before we take off. That is, if you don't mind a ride to the hospital first."

Natalie stared into those too blue to be true eyes and knew that she could trust him. The feeling that had enveloped her before, when he was leading her to Kyle, told her as much. Her mind rebelled against the thought of getting into a car with complete strangers, even if one was too pregnant to do anything potentially harmful. But her heart, that was a different matter. It was all for urging her to jump into this, whatever it was, with both feet and her eyes wide open. It wanted nothing more than to trust Kyan implicitly and completely. 

"I could call someone. It's not a problem. I don't want to put you out anymore than we already have," Natalie said, just to offer Kyan one last out. It was asking a lot for him to drive them home, especially after dropping Jasmine off at the hospital. 

"It's really not a bother. It would be my pleasure. I would like to see you both home safely. It would do my mind a world of good," Kyan offered with a grin. 

Natalie looked at the small boy she held. "So, how about it, Squirt? You think we should get a ride from Mr. Channing?" 

Kyle stared at Kyan for a moment before he nodded, smiling up at his godmother. "I like him. He's nice and he helped me. He can give us a ride." 

"Well then, it's settled. You're coming with us," Kyan replied, walking them towards the aisle where they could find a car seat. 

*****

Kyan grinned broadly as he pulled up to the Emergency entrance to the hospital. Jasmine thought it was ridiculous, but Kiran wanted to pick her up there and he was waiting with a wheelchair on the curb. 

Jasmine scowled when she saw him with the wheelchair. She held back the slew of curses she wanted to unleash on him when she opened the door, but only because there was a child in the car with her. "I don't know why you brought a wheelchair, Kiran. I'm not getting in it." 

Kiran smiled sweetly. "How did I know that's what you were going to say, love?" 

"Maybe because that's what I've said every damn time you've brought a wheelchair to the car."

"Well, not exactly. You've cleaned it up a bit today." 

Jasmine made a face. "We have company. I didn't want them to know about my propensity for cursing right off the bat." 

Kiran leaned down and peered into the car past his woman. "Hey, Kyan. Thanks for dropping off my love and taking her shopping for me. I owe you, bro." 

Kyan nodded. "You do. Anyway, Kody, I want you to meet Natalie Grant and her godson, Kyle Greenberg."

Kiran looked into the backseat, his eyebrows rising, before he grinned. "Nice to meet you, Natalie and Kyle. I'm Kiran Channing, the handsome and charming older brother, but you can call me Kody. Everyone else does." 

Natalie returned the smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you." 

Kyan snorted. "Older brother? You beat me by four minutes. That hardly makes you older." 

"Four minutes older is still older, Kyan. No need to be bitter." 

Kyan sighed heavily. "Go take your woman in for her checkup. I've got to go and we're taking up space here. There might be people with actual emergencies that want to park here." 

"You want to move up to the front, Natalie?" Kiran asked. 

Natalie nodded. She could use a bit more room to stretch out in the car and Kyle was safe in the backseat. "Thank you." 

Kiran held out his hand and helped her out of the back and into the front. "It's not a problem, Natalie. I hope to see you again some time."

Natalie smiled. "I guess we'll see. It was nice to meet you at any rate." 

Jasmine waved from beside her husband. "Later, Kyan. Bye, Natalie and Kyle." 

Kiran closed the door and walked with Jasmine halfway to the doors before he scooped her up and dumped into the wheelchair. Kyan could hear her cursing him out as he started up the car and drove off. Kiran loved to rile Jazzy up for some reason, but he knew it was all in good fun. 

Kyan looked over to his passenger and couldn't bear to part with her so soon. "Are you hungry?" 

A voice from the back of the car answered. "Yes!" 

Natalie smiled. "I guess we're hungry then." 

"How does pizza sound? There's that place with all the fun games and whatnot inside. We could go there." 

Natalie stared at Kyan incredulously. "You want to take us to Chuck's Fun Factory?" 

"It seemed like a kid-friendly option," Kyan shrugged as he answered. 

Natalie laughed. "It is kid-friendly. It's also the place you go if you want to spend an ridiculous amount of money on nothing at all and it's impossible to leave." 

"What, do they have big, burly guys at the door that keep you from leaving?" 




Obsession Ch. 01



"No, they have more games and prizes by the door that keep you from leaving." 

Kyan chuckled. He didn't really go places that had large groups of people or screaming kids that often, but for his mate and her godson, he was willing to give it a go. 

"Well, sounds like a great place, though it'll be my first time experiencing it. When I run screaming from the building, you can feel free to tell me 'I told you so'. What do you think?" 

Kyle was already bouncing in the backseat with excitement and Natalie knew she'd never hear the end of his whining if she said no. They really didn't have anything else to do that day and it was probably a good idea to get Kyle's mind off of the fact that his mom had left him again. Hell, she could use a little fun and laughter herself. 

"Sure, Kyan. Let's go to the Fun Factory. But, I warned you." 

He drove them to Chuck's Fun Factory and was overwhelmed by the amount of games, pizza and people that were contained in the building, but, the smile on Kyle's face made it all worth it. They spent hours there and in between eating pizza and playing games with Kyle, Kyan took the time to get to know Natalie. 

She was an RN, working at the hospital in the neonatal and pediatric units while taking classes at the local college, working toward becoming a nurse practitioner. Natalie had worked hard to put herself through college to get her Bachelors in Nursing and then to put herself through nursing school. She met Kyle's mother, Mindy, while in college and though she knew that Mindy was irresponsible at times, she defended her friend fiercely, knowing what she had been through during her life. 

Kyan could do nothing but admire his mate's determination and her loyalty to a friend that seemed to care more about herself than the small boy who was currently playing in the huge ball pit in the center of the establishment. 

In return, Kyan told her about his life. He told her about travelling around the world, trying to escape the masses of people and how he had preferred solitude for many years. He left out just how many. 

He spoke of how much he had missed his family, especially his twin brother, and how his need to be around his family brought him out of his funk and back to the States. Kyan also gave Jasmine a lot of the credit for getting him back out into the real world. She wouldn't be satisfied until he had gone out clubbing at least once and had experienced shopping in the city. Kyan got used to crowds and socializing with people again because of her insistence and for that, he was grateful. 

He was currently working as an associate professor in the psychology department at the University and he was actually enjoying it. His classes were small enough that he wasn't uncomfortable and it was a subject that he was knowledgeable in. He had even been asked to do some profiling work by his cousin Peter since coming back. 

Natalie seemed as interested in him as he was in her, and for that, Kyan was thankful. He had worried that his attraction was one-sided at this point, but he could tell that she at least thought he was cute. 

After a few hours, they packed up Kyle and Kyan drove them to Natalie's small house in the suburbs. Natalie allowed him to bring Kyle in, as he had dropped off to sleep in the car as soon as it had started moving. Kyan picked him up gently from the car and placed him on the bed in the room that Natalie had directed him to. 

Natalie invited him to sit on the couch as she fixed them each a drink. Kyan made himself comfortable, taking in his surroundings. He could tell that she spent a lot of time studying, on top of working, the pile of books with the notebook full of notes gave it away. But he could also tell that she had a lot of love to give and was given a lot of love in return. Her coffee table was covered with cards and pictures drawn by the children that she worked with. There were numerous pictures on her mantle of kids giving her big hugs and smiling brightly. But, the main picture that was front and center, was one of Natalie and Kyle, laughing together. She probably loved the kid more than his biological mother and it was a good thing that she did or Kyle would be lost. 

Natalie walked back into the living room and sat Kyan's drink down on an empty spot on the table. She smiled serenely as she looked at the pictures on the mantle. "Those are my kiddos. They make going to work worthwhile. I love seeing bright smiles on those faces. And working in pediatrics makes it easier for me to take care of Kyle when I can't find a sitter. I had to get all kinds of permission for him to be there, but it's worth it and the kids love it when he comes to play." 

"Do you take care of him often?" Kyan asked. 

"Often enough. I had a room made up for Kyle after I realized that Mindy wasn't really ready to be a mom. I'm not sure if it's helping or hurting the situation, always being there to take care of Kyle. Sometimes, I wonder if she would step up if I weren't in the picture...but I'm not willing to risk Kyle's safety to find out. It's just frustrating, especially when she pulls this kind of mess and leaves him in a store for me to find." 

Kyan stared hard at her. "This has happened before?" 

Natalie sighed. "Once before. I usually just keep him with me so it won't happen, but today, I knew I was going to have to tell James off and I didn't want Kyle around to hear it." 

Kyan nodded solemnly. "I understand. You're an amazing friend, you know that?" 

"I try. I can't do any more than that." Natalie smiled at Kyan and took a sip of her coke. 

Kyan looked at his watch and realized that he had to go. He was supposed to pick up some papers to grade at 5pm and it was already 4:30. He looked back up at Natalie and knew that he wouldn't be complete without her, so he was going to have to be willing to do anything and everything to be with her. Anything, even if it meant becoming a father to a boy who barely had a mother. 

"I have to run. I've got some papers I'm supposed to pick up at the Uni. I...I would love to see you again sometime. You and Kyle."

Natalie grinned. "Well, Kyle is definitely a fan of yours and you know, I think I'm becoming one too. Thank you for today. It was great." 

"You're very welcome. Can I give you my number and you can call me when you're free?" 

Natalie reached into her purse and handed Kyan her cell. "I'll give you my number too, just in case you want to call before I get a chance to." 

Kyan couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face as he handed her his phone. She wanted to see him again and she trusted him enough to invite him into her home and to give him her number. Things were surely looking up. Now, he only had to convince her that she was his soulmate and that he wanted to be with her forever... provided she let him bite her and turn her into a vampire. 

It was going to be a lot harder than he had imagined, but he was willing to take the time to woo her. He would romance her and then he would claim her. And as he was closer to his Were side than most of his other family members, claiming was exactly what he was going to do and it was going to be one hell of a ride. His grin turned a bit feral and very lustful, but he managed to reel it in before he scared away his mate. Luckily, she was looking down at the phone in her hands, typing her number in. Kyan quickly added his number to the phone and handed it back to Natalie. 

She walked him to the door, but before he could leave, she spoke. "Are you free next Friday?" 

Kyan's eyebrows shot up. "Yes, I'm free." 

"Kyle and I are planning a trip to the beach...would you like to come along?" 

"I would love to. I'll even drive. Why don't you call me with a time and I'll come pick you two up. Do I need to bring anything?" 

"I'll pack a lunch, you just bring yourself and a suit." 

Kyan nodded and leaned down to plant a chaste kiss on Natalie's cheek. "I look forward to it. Thank you." 

Natalie watched as he walked away and sighed. Hell, she almost swooned. Kyan was so damn hot and he was a total sweetheart as well. Natalie couldn't help but wonder if he was as wild in bed as her dreams led her to believe. He was the one that had invaded her sleep for those long months, she was sure of it. But, really, what the hell was she thinking, asking him out on a date to the beach? 

The little voice inside her head assured her that she knew exactly why she invited him to the beach. She wanted to see that gorgeous body out of those clothes. And man, he was going to be absolutely scrumptious, if her dreams were any indication. Natalie found herself hoping that he turned up in nothing but a Speedo, but beat back her lustful thoughts after a moment. She had just met the man. They hadn't even gone on a date yet, and here she was, fantasizing about getting him naked and riding him hard on the beach? Restraint. She needed to practice restraint. 

And she needed to officially get rid of one pesky dog of a boyfriend. After that, she was going to have to work out how she was going to break the news to Kyan. He might not want to be with her so badly when he found out her secrets.



Obsession Ch. 01



His obsession started with her the night of her house warming party. The guests had already left and he stuck behind to help her clean up and was the last to leave. He and Melissa had been good friends for the past few months and to say that he was more than interested as a friend was an understatement. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek as he reached for his coat to leave for the night. "Good night, Jason. Thanks for all your help." 

"No problem, Mel. Anytime," He grinned at her, showing off his dimples. 

"Talk to you later." He walked to his car, just about to press the key fob to open the door when he realized he had forgotten his wallet. He slapped his forehead, remembering he had left it on her granite countertop in the kitchen.

He strolled up the walkway, knocking on her door but she didn't answer. He peered through the glass windows and saw that no one was in the living room. Since her house was a bungalow, he walked around the side towards her bedroom to see if she was there. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.

He saw Melissa slowly undressing herself, watching some porn movie and her hands moving all over her body from her lithe neck down to her sex. He was absolutely mesmerized by the way she pulled off her top and threw it onto the bed and letting her jeans drop to the floor, kicking it to the side. She teased her slit by pressing the silky material between her puffy lips and moaning quietly. 

Jason started to harden as he watched her, climb onto her bed, her legs widespread as she reached for her purple vibrator. He could clearly she was neatly trimmed beneath her panties as she took the vibe and pressed it firmly against her clit as her eyes focused on the porn movie she was watching. 

How he wanted to reach through the glass and help her out, touching her engorged clit with his fingertips, plopping between her smooth thighs to lick her wanton pussy. He groaned in frustration as his hand found his bulge, rubbing it through his black jeans. He knew it wouldn't be long before he would have to do something about his erection. 

Surprisingly, she didn't see him standing at her window as she continued to touch the vibe on her nipples, her mouth forming an O as she encircled them. She wiggled off her pink panties and he could almost hear her sigh as she played with her wetness, occasionally bringing her fingers to her full red lips to taste herself. A groan escaped through his throat as he hurriedly unzipped his jeans, dropping them to his ankles as he reached inside for his thick, long penis. He pulled it out, his fingertips smearing the precum forming on the head as almost in rhythm to her delving her digits into the depths of her cunt. 

They were practically moaning in tandem as she ripped her bra upwards, exposing her erect nipples as she timed the vibe on her clit to her constant finger fucking. Jason was now fully stroking himself, hard as a rock, as he imagined himself in her bed, fucking her hard, plunging into her deeply as she told him she wanted him to fuck her harder. 

He could see her soon reaching climax because her breathing was becoming shallower until finally they both couldn't take anymore, and he came, spurting ropes of cum all over his hands and onto the grass. He watched as she squirted, her juices flowing onto the bed. 

She rested against her pillows, breathing deeply, as the porn movie continued to play on. She turned it off with the remote and stripped off her bra. She jumped off the bed and headed into the bathroom. Jason was frozen to the spot and knew he should leave but couldn't.

"What am I doing? This is my friend." He thought, coming to his senses. He searched through his pockets for some tissues and wiped his hands clean. Since he didn't live to far from her, he would come back tomorrow for his wallet or she would probably give it to him at work anyway, he pondered. He strolled to his car and drove home.

As he got ready for bed, he couldn't get Melissa off his mind. He relived the whole event again and brought himself to another orgasm, coming over his stomach. He wiped it off and finally felt into a deep sleep.

The next day at the engineering firm at which they both worked, he saw Melissa waiting near his office with a big grin on her face. 

"Missing something?!" she asked, waving his wallet in front of his face.

He laughed as she handed it to him, "Thanks. I didn't realize I didn't have it until I reached home." He conveniently forgot to mention that he had knocked on her door shortly after he noticed it was missing.

"You should have just come back for it." She replied, folding her arms. 

"Well, I didn't want to disturb you. I knew you had a long day with the party and all."

"Oh Jason." She sighed. "Well, at least you have it now."

She glanced quickly at her watch.

"It's time for me to head back. Lunch?"

"Sure." He replied.

He couldn't help noticing the way her tight skirt emphasized all her curves with her long black hair flowing down her back. He wanted her so much but he knew she saw him as just a friend.

He headed inside his small office, leaving the door slightly ajar. He drank his cup of latte as he browsed quickly through his email until particular one caught his eye.

It was addressed to their manager and him.

It read,

Hi sexy,

I can't wait until I see you tonight. It has been way too long since we have been together. I have missed your hard shaft penetrating and stretching me, your long fingers pulling on my nipples as you fuck me, your warm cum splashing down my throat as I suck you off for my reward.

Anyway, I can't wait until tonight. 8 pm as always at my place.

Melissa. 

Jason knew Melissa had by accident had included his name. What shocked him more was that she was having an affair with the senior manager who was supposedly happily married? A flash of anger burned through him as he wondered why his good friend would be in this situation. She always presented herself as the goody-two-shoes woman who would never have sex with a married man. 

"What a fucking hypocrite!!"

"So, she prefers to fuck married men than fuck me," as he swirled in his chair. "Maybe, I can use this to my advantage, "as he printed off the email and put it in his locked drawer in his desk. "I think I'll be paying Melissa a visit tonight." 

Later that night, he snuck into the bushes by her house and waited.

He saw the senior manager Dave arrive and Melissa quickly opened the door. 

He crawled to the living room window and saw they were drinking red wine, with Melissa snuggled into his chest. Then he saw Dave lift her chin and kiss her, which was like a knife to Jason's heart. He was jealous as he saw them quickly undress, throwing clothes all over the place as Dave carried her to the bedroom.

He snuck over to that side and peeped over the windowsill to see Dave firmly planted between Melissa raised legs, licking her pussy and her squeals coming through the open window. Jason was getting aroused as heard Dave ask her huskily, "Baby, you want more?" 

"Yes," she mewled as his head dipped to suck on her clit, thrusting one finger into her wetness. Jason could practically hear how wet she was and got more enraged that it wasn't him pleasuring her instead of this cheating douchebag.

Jason didn't wear any underwear as he unbuckled his jeans and took out his hard cock. He began to fist himself as the action got more hot and steamy with Dave now plowing deep into Melissa, her legs planted high on his shoulders as she screamed for more. Their groans and moans hit Jason right to the core as he could feel his balls tightening up as he heard Dave growl, "I'm going to cum!" 

He watched feverishly as he saw Dave stiffen and continue to pump his cock furiously inside her as he came, seeing some of his white cum, pouring out of her pussy. Jason stroked hard now and came, shooting onto the wall of her house. He stared as Dave leaned over to kiss her again. 

For the rest of the night, Jason sat there taking out his camera and taking pictures of them fucking in various positions, avoiding the use of the flash, so they wouldn't know. Since he had a high power lens, he knew the pics would turn out good. He masturbated several more times as well, turned on by being a voyeur, wishing it was him again sexing her. 

Since it was early Saturday morning, they were finally exhausted and Jason could feel his eyes drooping. He made his way towards his car which he had parked far down the street. "I'll develop these later after a few hours of sleep." 

He got up later in the afternoon and went into his darkroom to develop the pictures. He hung them on the line, proud of his workmanship. He waited several hours, relaxing and catching up on work until he saw they were finally dry.

He put it in a brown manila envelope and dropped it onto her front door during the night.

The next morning as Melissa went to get her Sunday newspaper, she saw the envelope. 

"What's this?" 

She ripped it open to see the explicit photos of Dave and her. She was flabbergasted. Her hands shook as she read the note that accompanied it.

YOU WILL DO AS I SAY OTHERWISE, THIS PHOTOS WILL BE SENT TO HIS WIFE AND THE ENTIRE COMPANY WHERE YOU WORK. MORE INSTRUCTIONS WILL BE FORTHCOMING. 

Her blue eyes scanned the area, seeing if anyone was around but it was quiet except for a few birds chirping happily.

Jason chuckled manically knowing he had where he wanted her. He wanted to humiliate her for what she had done as he peered from down the street. He couldn't wait until Monday to begin his games with her.

Monday morning, he passed Melissa's office and saw that she had dark circles under her eyes. 

"What's wrong, Mel?" he asked, pretending to care.

"Nothing, J." She seemed very despondent and distracted.

He placed his hand on her shoulder and said, "Well, if you want to talk, you know where to find me."

"Okay."

He quickly walked over, closing the door to his office. He rubbed his hands together, decided how he would torture her first.

He fired off an anonymous email to her.

THIS IS YOUR FIRST INSTRUCTIONS. I WANT TO SEE YOU TOUCH YOURSELF AND BRINGYOURSELF TO ORGASM RIGHT HERE IN THE OFFICE. IF YOU DON'T DO AS I SAY, I WILL EXPOSE YOU FOR THE FRAUD THAT YOU ARE.

She looked around nervously, wondering who the hell was sending these messages. Luckily, Jason's office faced Melissa's desk directly, so he could see if she obeyed his commands. He saw as she sighed dejectedly as she discreetly, touched her nipples and saw as she slid her hand down her pants. 

He could feel himself getting erect as she got bolder, opening a button on her blouse and lifting her bra slightly, to squeeze her nipple. By the way her face was flushed; he could tell she was very aroused. He absolutely enjoyed seeing her like this as he could tell by the rhythm of her hand that she was playing with her pussy. He wished he could smell her arousal as he began to masturbate under his desk. His eyes never left her as he could tell she was close. He saw when she bit down hard on her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out as she came. He came as she did, cleaning himself quickly when the senior manager stepped in to his office to talk about some figures in his report.

He pretended to listen to the manager prattling on while his eyes were completely focused on Melissa. He could see she appeared to be very uncomfortable, squirming in her seat, her eyes glancing here and there wondering if anywhere saw her. A wicked smile crept on his face as the manager finally left so he could send her another email.

BRAVO!! GREAT PERFORMANCE! YOULOOKED EMBARASSED BUT I CAN TELL YOUGREATLY ENJOYED IT! YOU'LL BE RECEIVING YOUR NEXT INSTRUCTIONS VERY SOON.

She was angry that someone was sexually blackmailing her but secretly turned on by doing something naughty like masturbation at work. She blushed because her pussy was still tingly from her orgasm and making her very horny. Jason watched as Melissa eyes went straight to Bob's crotch as he leaned against her desk, chatting to her. Bob was a very attractive intern who had just joined the firm this year. "Hmm," Jason thought, a light bulb going off in his head.

Melissa heard the beep from her email client, telling her of a new email in her inbox. She opened and it read:

FOLLOW BOB TO THE WASHROOM AND SUCK HIS COCK! I'LL BE ALSO IN THE WASHROOM WATCHING TO SEE IF YOU DO WHAT I SAY. 

She had to read it twice to see if she read it wrong. "Suck his cock?!" There was no way in hell she was going to do this. Jason saw a flash of anger on her features and he quickly sent another email.

YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOU DON'T.

"Oh shit!" she muttered under her breath. She didn't pay any attention to Jason going pass her desk to slip into the men's washroom. He locked himself in a stall, ready to see if she would do as she was told. Bob was still in the bathroom washing his hands when Jason held the click of high heels on the floor. 

"What are you doing in here, Melissa?" he asked quizzedly. She seductively moved towards him, laying a hand on his package. "I need to feel something hard in my mouth," she replied as Bob didn't know what to say as he stared down at Melissa unzipping his pants.

"But..." he said as she cut him off, capturing his mouth in an explorative kiss, staring deeply into his eyes to see if he was interested. He was hesitant but responded more as his pants fell to his ankles as Melissa worked her magic on his length.

They were French kissing now as she quickly pulled out his cock. "Melissa," he groaned as she jerked off his semi-erect shaft slowly, his hands squeezing her breasts in appreciation. She purred wanting more, as he unbuttoned her blouse, pulling her bra upwards to access her nipples. She sighed as he bent down to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.

Jason opened the door slightly to take in more of the scene as his hand slid along his hard dick. Melissa got more than she bargained for when Bob suddenly pushed her back on the sink. She let go of his cock as he moaned, "I need to taste that sweet pussy of yours."

He ripped down her pants and panties, leaving her completely bare. He went down on his knees, to pleasure her with his tongue and mouth. She bucked under his ministrations as he sucked on her clit while his finger played with her wet slit. "You taste so good," he mumbled as he slid a finger inside. "Oh God!" she cried out, as she grinded his pussy into his face.

"Yes, Melissa. I love it like that!!" he muttered encouragingly, as he licked and tongued her pussy. He loved the way her juices were coating his tongue as he pushed a second finger to add to the first. Her orgasm was quickly approaching as he continued to finger fuck fast until she came hard, her juices flowing over his fingers and face.

He licked some of it off with his tongue and got up to kiss Melissa again, so she could taste herself in their kiss. "Mmm," she purred. She needed to be fucked hard now. 

"Bob, I want your hard cock inside me!"

He lifted one leg so it could rest on the sink with the other one planted firmly on the floor; he slammed hard into her pussy. "Yes, like that!!" she screamed, his thick cock slamming hard and fast over and over. "Feels so good!!" she said as he gripped her hips, plowing deep into her, his balls hitting her ass with each thrust. "More," she cried, her nerve endings on fire, each time he pulled out and slammed into her.

"Melissa, you're so tight!" he groaned. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out. He reached around to play with her clit, as her orgasm rushed through her as he thrusted deep. He continued to pummel her until he pulled out, growling as his cum sprayed over her ass. 

"I needed this."

"We both needed this," he retorted and they laughed together.

Jason was surprised by these turn of events. He ejaculated many times listening to them fuck. He was quite elated to see how fast Melissa was becoming a slut and his dick twitched at that thought. "I wonder how much further I can push her." 



Obsession Ch. 01



I submitted the first part of this under the title of Obsessions. I found there are many other titles like that one, so I changed this to Obsession I. The story continues: 

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After leaving Harvey's house earlier in the morning, I pulled all my shades and curled up on the living room couch, depressed and guilt-ridden. For two hours I all but sucked my thumb in despair. 

I finally dragged myself up and headed for the shower, reflecting I'd probably sucked enough for one day - remembering Harvey's thick cock jerking and throbbing in my mouth as it spurted gob after gob down my working throat. 

Remembering my illicit morning I shivered, an unwanted thrill shooting through me. He'd then fucked me like an animal until I was sobbing with uncontrollable need. I was still weak from it. 

Okay, so I was no longer the faithful wife I'd once been, but there was one thing I could do. I could insure it never happened again - ever. 

Leaving Harvey's house next door I had seen him smile contemptuously after he'd told me to leave the patio door to my bedroom unlocked tonight. I had shaken my head "no", but I knew he didn't believe me. I was determined what had happened today in his bedroom today would never happen again. 

I'd had my fling and it was over - period. I'd be the dutiful housewife to Rob I'd always been. I knew the reason I'd come unhinged over Harvey's huge cock. I'd become addicted to it from the first time I'd accidently seen it through his bathroom window - almost at once. 

I was certain I could overcome it. I admit that just lying in the darkened room on my couch thinking about how Harvey's monster cock had felt, how it'd tasted, I was still gushing fluid. Maybe a hot bath would help. I filled the bathtub and climbed in. 

It didn't help much to cleanse my mind, but I felt physically cleaner. Refreshed from my long bath, I started in and cleaned the house from top to bottom. It was well after dark when I finished. 

Nearly exhausted I collapsed into a chair with a tall gall of wine, still trying to force my abhorrent behavior from my mind. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Harvey between my legs, his face strained with lust and effort. I could almost still feel his thick cock pushing and tearing against my vagina walls, erupting like a hose inside me, warm, soothing. I had to STOP this! 

I got up and poured another glass of wine, went in and took a long second shower. It was nearly nine o'clock so I dressed for bed in my usual small teddy, turned off the lights and lay on my bed, wide awake. I did not unlock the patio door. 

Harvey had said he'd be over around 10:30, but I was confident he would leave as soon as he found the door still locked. I had firmly made up my mind on that subject. The nightstand clock slowly crept past 10:35 and my eyes were still wide open. Maybe he wouldn't come I hoped. At 10:45 I allowed myself to close my eyes with a sense of relief - and just a small pang of disappointment too. 

Jarred awake by the door rattling, I glanced at the clock which said 11:00 PM. Harvey stood just outside the glass patio door, halfway in the shadows, waiting. I couldn't see his face, but I could determine by the streetlight that he was dressed only in cotton shorts.

I didn't know if he could see me in the darkened room, but I lay quietly, not moving a muscle, pretending to be asleep. My heart was pounding wildly inside my chest. Please go away Harvey, I pleaded silently. Just leave. 

Peaking at him, I saw he'd turned slightly toward the street lights, his cock now hanging out the front of his shorts. I caught my breath as it jerked once, then again, half-inflating. The bastard was taunting me. 

I wanted to scream at him, throw something at the glass door. I realized my thighs were damp and it was difficult not to rub them together. He started slowly stroking his shaft, his face too darkened to see in the shadows. 

I watched intently as his foreskin slid back and forth over the huge spongy crown, tantalizingly slow, a drop forming at its tip, glistening in the half-light. I found myself licking my lips as I stared at the drop, acuity aware of the agony between my legs - my growing need. 

Sighing in defeat, I crawled out of bed and walked slowly to the door, and unlocked it. Without waiting for him to enter I got back on the bed, sat cross-legged in the middle, watching him come in and close the sliding door behind himself. 

By the bathroom's nightlight I could see he'd already discarded his shorts, his cock sticking straight out, thick, throbbing as it filled with blood. Like the Cobra that hypnotizes, it bobbed up and down as he walked to the foot of the bed, halting there. He still hadn't spoken a single word. 

As for me, my mouth was dry as dirt and my heart was racing out of control as it banged against my chest. I had completely drenched the bedspread beneath my butt. 

Groaning softly, I crawled toward him. He reached out and stopped me, my hungry mouth only a few inches from his jerking cock. Then he pushed me down on the bed, flipped me over on my back and pulled my arms until my head was hanging over the edge of the bed. 

His cock was level with my face now and he inched forward, sliding the spongy head inside my wide-opened mouth. The pungent taste of pre-cum coated my tongue and I simply swooned with pleasure. All thoughts of my promise to not do this anymore, was now gone.

With my head in this position there was no resistance as his over-sized cock slid down my throat, pushing the small channel aside to make room for its giant head. The feeling of its choking fullness was so intense I almost came from that sensation alone. Or, maybe it was because I was now rubbing my squishy thighs together rapidly. 

It was like I was dying of thirst and his pre-cum was cool water. His balls were much larger and hang down farther than Rob's. They rested softly on my forehead as his cock bottomed out in my throat. I focused on breathing through my nose, savoring the feeling of suffocating of that thing for as long as I could. Just as sparks began flying behind my eyelids he pulled out, then immediately sunk it back in to his balls again. 

Slimy slobbers ran down each of my cheeks as I choked his meat down, dripping onto the carpet. I was in Heaven. 

This went on for a while until he suddenly froze with it buried in my throat, like he was afraid that if he moved, he'd go off. Then he pulled that mile-long cock from my gullet very slowly. I could feel each ridge, each blood vane as it slid over my hungry tongue, my lips milking it all the way out. 

I could tell he was very close, his pre-cum flowing freely now. Trying to prolong it a little longer I lifted his cock, nibbled the loose skin around his balls, then took each one into my mouth and gently sucked them. 

I lifted his cock and balls up, holding them out of my way as I licked and bit that tender area right under his sacs. He was grunting loudly, totally in my control now. He then made a subtle moved and took the control back. 

He placed one foot on the bed beside my right shoulder, leaning forward a bit. In the glow of the nightlight I clearly saw his puckered anus. He centered it right over my face and with growing panic I immediately understood what he intended. 

This was uncharted territory for me. I'd never even seen a man's anus up this close before and it was plain he wanted more. It was a test of wills as neither of us moved for a moment, and then I simply licked it. 

It tasted clean, rubbery - and delicious. I buried my face in it, licking, biting, kissing, and even probing it with a stiffened tongue. I'd never done anything this nasty before and it was driving me crazy! 

I slowly stroked his thick cock at the same time I administered to his asshole, felt it grow slick with his increasing discharge, slowing my manipulations down as his meat started jumping and throbbing too fast. This went on for a long time. His grunts grew louder. So did my soft mewing. 

Finally, I trailed my tongue up over his balls again, sliding it along underneath the thick vane of his throbbing cock, licked the spongy head a few times, and then drove my mouth down on it like I was starving. He came immediately. 

I felt his discharge spurting against the walls of my throat and as he pulled out a little, emptying glob after glob into my sucking mouth. Cum coated my tongue, my teeth, and the roof of my mouth - tangy - bitter - and totally wonderful. I almost came right then, easing up on rubbing my thighs together. I wanted to wait for the main event. I sucked it completely dry. 

Later, as he sat leaning against the headboard, I lay with my head on his belly and watched his cock jerk up and down as it deflated. I leaned forward to kiss it gently every so often until it was totally soft. 

Then I slid up, placing my face against his chest, listening to his heart race as he got his breathing under control. I thought silently that he must have really enjoyed what I did to him. His nipple was right in front of me so after a while I took it between my lips and gently pulled on it for a while, sucking, finally biting gently. He placed a big hand on the back of my head, pulling me close, enjoying it. 

I looked up at him and smiled, my belly aching with need. 

He said, "Just give me another minute and I'll fuck you until you scream for mercy."

I laughed. "Big talk," I said, softly tracing around his nipple with a finger. 

He caught my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging. "You'll see."

My face must have registered the urgency of my need because he pulled me up and licked my lips, sticking the tip of his tongue inside my mouth. I groaned, pulling his head down, opening my mouth, surrendering. My searching hand found his penis and felt it jump, growing thicker. I quickly slid down, licking it, slobbering over its heads, willing it to get harder. 

Harvey flipped me onto my back and climbed between my spread legs. He held my legs open in the crooks of his arms, immobilizing me, holding me open and vulnerable. He didn't enter me at once, staring down at me silently for a moment. 

"Hurry," I whispered urgently. 

He smiled, slowly rubbing his cock along my swollen pussy lips. He found plenty of lubricant there, as I arched, urging him to enter. I trembled all over, my thighs quivering uncontrollably, my belly rippling with painful need. 

"Please," I pleaded softly. "Do it."

That infuriating smile again as he very slowly inserted just the head of his cock, holding it motionless. I moaned in frustration trying to wiggle down on it, but he held me helpless, my pussy an open invitation for him to use any way he chose. 

Moving as slowly as humanly possible he slid into me, pushing my vagina walls apart, sliding through the slick lubricant of my body, sending thrills shooting through my soft belly. I gasped loudly at its imposing girth, licking my lips, craning my neck to see his entry, but he denied even that, holding me helpless and vulnerable. 

I blubbered incoherently, trying to form the words to beg. Finally his cock brushed against my cervix and he began his slow retreat. I groaned my despair. 

Inside my head I was screaming "Come on. Come on!" 

Staring into my twisted face, he was grinning like a hungry wolf who knew of my discomfort - he was enjoying my misery. Minute after agonizing minute he slowly slid his cock in and out of my splayed pussy as I attempted to grip it tighter, milk it with my pussy. It was nearly impossible to do that in my helpless position, but I continued to wither in painful need. 

"Harvey?" My voice sounded hoarse and raspy in my ears.

He raised one eyebrow silently.

I tried to speak, grunting once then whimpering softly, "Do me? Please?"

He stared down, slowly pulling out, rubbing my clit with pleasurable agony. I tried to smile agreeably as I said, "I'll do anything you ... want me to ... anytime you want ... it ... I swear ... Please?"

He hovered motionless over me, studying me like an insect. Then without warning, he slammed into me like a freight train, over and over again jarring my slender body with vicious thrusts into my core, bruising, battering, simply using me. I came almost immediately, violently, continuously for several minutes until I blacked out.

I become aware of the world again with my face pressed against his hairy chest, my leg thrown over his, listening to him sleep. Contented, my belly full of cream, I snuggled closer and fell asleep. He was gone by the time I awoke the next morning. 

Guiltily, I suddenly thought, "This is the day Rob comes home."



Obsession Ch. 01



The first Tracy said was that we should not be doing that in the park. She said that as she slowly sat next to Paulo. I looked up into her eyes and I could see her staring at his cock as it went in and out of my mouth. Watching intently as turned my head to suck one ball at a time into my mouth.

Paulo, for his part, was enjoying being the center to attention. He was totally naked, having had also stripped off his shirt. He would thrust his hips up to meet my sucking and occasionly remove his cock from my mouth and rub it and it’s juices all over my face.

I couldn’t believe it when he started to talk to her, asking her if she minded chatting with him as his whore serviced him. He told her how good it felt & that loved to drink his cum, etc. He then asked her if she’d like to.



Obsession Ch. 02



The following was told to me by an Internet friend, one that I have corresponded by IM, e-mail, and phone for over 5 years. It was relayed to me during the same time period that that it supposedly happened. I have no proof that it really happened but it did keep me aroused during the weeks & months she relayed the events to me.

We have meet in person & she has helped me write it down after my urging her to do so. Her tale gets more outrageous as it goes & we’ll add the rest if there are requests for more.

Continued

I avoided Paulo on line all weekend until Monday afternoon, when I started to wonder about our next time. I went on line & shortly he IM’d me, telling me he was hard & wanted my oral relief. I quickly agreed to meet at the same place & off I went to the nature preserve.

I dressed in short denim skirt & light sleeveless button-down blouse, again braless and also panty less. He again was wearing his jogging shorts with nothing underneath them. As usual we met in the parking lot & proceeded to the entrance & ranger station. As we headed that way, Paulo unbuttoned all but 1 button on my blouse. With that & my erect nipples, anyone passing us could see my breasts.

Tracy was at her customary spot and again we stopped for her & Paulo to chat. He now had an erection tenting his shorts & my nipples were completely visible though my shear blouse. She got quite an eyeful & as we began to move away he reached up & undid the last button on my blouse, totally exposing both my tits… she just stared.

We walked into the park, my tits exposed, & his hand under my raised skirt rubbing my mound and ass as we strolled along. When we got to out regular spot I dropped to my knees in front of him & pulling down his shorts took his hard cock into my mouth, right down until my nose was in his pubic hair and his cock head was in my throat. There was no preliminaries, no kissing, just cock sucking. He collapsed back onto the bench while I gobbled at his prick like a possessed woman. 

As I was pleasuring him, paying no attention to anything else, he commented that we were about to get company. Tracy was coming up the trail but he wanted me to continue & show her what a real slut could do. I felt sure that since she was alone that her intentions were not of the legal type. The thought of her actually seeing me sucking Paulo’s cock got me even more aroused and as she came up to us I put on the best show that I could. I was licking, slobbering, and sucking on his cock and balls with abandon, making sure she could see everything.

The first thing Tracy said was that we should not be doing that in the park. She said that as she slowly sat next to Paulo. I looked up into her eyes and I could see her staring at his cock as it went in and out of my mouth. She was watching intently as I turned my head to suck one ball at a time into my mouth.

Paulo, for his part, was enjoying being the center to attention. He was totally naked, having had also stripped off his shirt. He would thrust his hips up to meet my sucking mouth and occasionally would remove his cock from my mouth and rub it and its juices all over my face.

I couldn’t believe it when he started to talk to her, asking her if she minded chatting with him as his whore serviced him. He told her how good it felt & that I loved to drink his cum, etc. He then asked her if she’d like to go to a movie or something. While I was sucking him off he’s asking her for a date!

He spread his legs as wide as they would go & told me to lick allover his groin area, which I did. Licking his cock, his balls, all around the base of his cock, I was using my tongue under his balls, all the while looking up into Tracy’s eyes as I performed the most humiliating, degrading show. I lapped at his cock like I would an ice cream cone, making sure I got the precum dribbling out of his piss hole.

Finally, I was back sucking as hard as I could on him, moving my head up & down on his beautiful hard cock … feeling his cock head at my throat as he thrust himself up to meet my mouth moving down on him. He grabbed my head & shoved his cock all the way into my face, pushing its head into my throat. He announced that he was going to pump his cum right into my slut stomach and proceeded to do just that. Spasms run through his whole body as he jerked load after load directly into my gut. All the while he’s telling Tracy how his slut whore was gulping it down, that I always swallowed very drop of his cum. 

I continue to nurse on his cock as he finished ejaculating & his cock began to soften within my mouth. Then I released his prick from my mouth & again licked his groin area, cleaning him like a cat. As I was tongue washing his cock & balls Tracy & Paulo commented on that a whore I was. I agreed and said that I would do anything he asked me to. He asked me to lick Tracy’s pussy & make her cum but she didn’t want me to. Though I am not into women I would have right there.

He caught his breath and stood up in front of me telling me to hold to now limp cock & aim it away from myself unless I wanted a golden shower. As Tracy watched in amazement, Paulo proceeded to piss a long steady stream off the boardwalk as I held him & aimed his stream away from us. As last time, when he finished I licked the last few drops off the end of his dick.

After Paulo & I pulled our clothes back on the three of us headed out of the preserve. Tracy had me button up as she could not be seen with a whore exposing herself. Once back in the parking lot with me in my car, Paulo again stood in front of my open car window, pulled down the front of his shorts, and had me kiss and lick his hanging cock. His truly magnificent cock, hanging freely between his legs.

By the time I got home hubby was there waiting for me. I had not had the opportunity to rinse out my mouth but as I tried to head for the bathroom he grabbed me and gave me a big very deep kiss. As I stepped away from him I thought I saw a funny look on his face and he pulled me back to him and again kissed me and slid his tongue all around my mouth.

I went in the bathroom intending to brush my teeth when he followed me in and reached to hug me from behind. He felt my tits and mentioned that I almost always wear a bra but he liked this braless look. He unbuttoned and remove my blouse all the while nuzzling my neck and ears from behind. He slid a hand up under the rear of my skirt and again was surprised to find no underclothes. He fingered my butt & was very pleased when his fingers slid easily into my wet pussy.

He then dropped his pants, planting his hard dick between my ass cheeks. Twisting my head to the side his mouth and tongue where all over mine. I thought he had to taste & smell something different since Paulo had cum in my mouth only ½ hour before and I had not rinsed or drank anything else since swallowing his sperm. Whatever he thought, he was wildly kissing & sucking on my tongue. His mouth & tongue trying to devour mine.

Still behind me at the bathroom sink, he bent me over and in one hard stroke plunged his hard cock all the way into my sopping wet cunt. Slammed it in with all his strength. We looked at each other through the mirror as he now held my hips & proceeded to fuck me as hard as he could. He was squeezing my hips very roughly & fucking me as hard as anyone ever had. I had one orgasm after another, reveling in his manhandling of me. I continued to cum as he grabbed & slapped my ass, punishing my cunt.

Looking into his eyes I realized that he knew exactly what my mouth tasted & breath smelled like. And he knew that I knew he knew. He kept fucking me until he slammed himself totally within me & I could feel his cock spasm as he filled my hole with his sperm, lots of it.

 He hadn’t said a thing & when he pulled back out of me he turned me around and pressed down on my shoulders making me kneel in front of him. I then did to him what I had done for Paulo, cleaned his cock and balls with my mouth. Hubby’s cock though was covered with a mixture of his and my cum and fluids. As I had less than a hour earlier, I cleaned a cock and balls of everything except for my saliva.

Still saying nothing about what I had been doing earlier, we showered and went on with our regular routine. The rest of the week passes without any more contact with Paulo. I spent a good deal of time wondering what had gotten into me. My obsession with his body was one thing but it was quite another thing exposing myself to strangers and doesn’t even begin to cover me sucking his prick with Tracy, another female watching me.

And I knew that I was very, very turned on by her seeing what a slut I was. The thought of me debasing myself, becoming what most woman would consider a disgusting whore made me extremely horny and wet whenever I thought about it. I masturbated at least once everyday that week.

Sunday afternoon, while Hubby was watching the game I went on line & received an IM from Paulo. He wanted to meet me but this time at his apartment. I quickly agreed thinking that this time there would be no strangers or Tracy around. Telling Hubby that I was going swimsuit shopping off I went. I thought the swimsuit idea would help explain my lack of bra.

When I did the 10-minute drive I realized that I had forgotten that Paulo had a roommate. He answered the door to their 2-bedroom apartment & introduced himself as Tony. He was a slender young, fine featured black youth who looked even younger than Paulo. He was probably about 5’8” to Paulo’s 6 foot and since he was a college freshman about 19 years old.

As I moved into the apartment Paulo came to me and greeted me with a long deep kiss, running his hands all over my body. As we stood & kissed it was very clear that I was his to fondle and he continued to massage my ass and breasts in front of his roommate. So much for no audience.

Paulo sat on his couch next to Tony and told me that even though Tony was not a virgin and had seen plenty of porn with white woman, he had never seen a naked white woman in the flesh. He told me to unbutton my blouse and open it to show my tits to Tony. Standing and facing them both I slowly unbuttoned and opened it to expose my tits to them. My nipples were hard and erect as I removed my blouse completely leaving me only in my short shorts & sandals. Paulo and Tony commented to each other how good my breasts stood up with very little sag, talking to each other, not me.

As I stood there I was then instructed to remove everything else. I was standing only about 3 feet before them as I unsnapped my shorts and I pushed them and my panties down and kicked them and my sandals off. There I stood, not only in front of Paulo but also in front of his young black roommate, naked.

Paulo told me to move right up in front of Tony, to stand between his spread knees and let him feel and explore my white whores body. Tony ran his hands all over me, squeezing my tits & ass, twisting & pinching my nipples, exploring all of me. He ran his fingers up & down the crack of my ass, tickling my asshole as he did. He then told me to spread my legs some & proceeded to explore my pussy. His fingers rubbed my clit & he worked them up inside me. First one finger and then two, probing inside my sopping wet cunt. As Tony handled me Paulo joined in roughly feeling me up as a piece of meat, a piece of white slut meat.

So there I stood there, with four hands doing that they wanted to me, demeaning me, exciting me. I was so excited I knew that my cunt was dripping, juices running down the inside of my thighs. Looking down as Tony shoved his black fingers inside of my pale body. When he pushed his 3rd slender finger up inside me and I came with a sudden super orgasm. I had to reach out to hold on them to keep from falling & they guided me to my knees in front of Tony.

While I recovered my breath and senses both guys stripped their cloths off. Without being told I began to kiss and then lick Tony’s crotch. He had a good-sized cut cock and balls surrounded by black wiry hair. Though the rest of his body was more chocolate colored, his dick and his balls were black.

Pushing his knees as far apart as they would go, I turned my head to the side in order that I could get my mouth onto his balls, sucking them gently into my mouth. I lifted them up so they laid on my cheek and nose as I used my tongue to lick that sensitive area under his balls. Moving back up I lapped his cock with my wet tongue, paying lots of attention to the ridge around his cock head and licking off the precum as it seeped out of his piss hole.

Finally I took his cock deep into my mouth, forcing it into my face until his wiry pubic hair was tickling my nose. I then began sucking as my head moved up an down on his cock, masturbating him with my mouth. As all this was happening Paulo was commenting on what a pig I was, me with my fair skin and Tony with his jet back cock, making oral love to a black man I had never met before.

Within a short time Tony grabbed my head & thrust himself up & all the way into my mouth while he gushed into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed it all as usual & continued to milk him dry, not releasing his dick from my mouth until he had grown limp.

I just released Tony when Paulo grabbed me by my hair & pulled me over in front on him and shoved his cock into my mouth. He was very turned on and did not wait for me to work on him but immediately began to thrust up into my face. 

As I thought he was going to cum, he jumped up & turned me around, laying my back against the front of the couch and my head back on the cushion. He then knelt over my head and again shoved his cock into my mouth. This was no blowjob; this was Paulo fucking my mouth, face fucking me. I just lay there, hands laying at my sides; let him fuck my mouth as he would a cunt. Within a dozen or so strokes his cum burst out of his prick and into my stomach. He shot so hard and so fast I barely tasted it or had to even had to swallow. As he finished and began to soften a bit, he continued to push and grind his crotch into my face until he finally had enough & rolled off me.

I lay there, as I thought about Tony and then Paulo using me, my hand moved down to my pussy and then with just a few rubs of my clit I came with a body wrenching orgasm. 

We lay sprawled out naked for some minutes before Paulo announced that he had to piss and I knew what I was supposed to do. He went into the bathroom & had me kneel next to the toilet. Tony followed to see what was up. I held his limp dick as he pissed long and hard. Just as he was finishing, down to a small stream, he grabbed his cock and turned it on me, finishing his pissing on my tits. There wasn’t much left but that he had he pissed on me. It ran down my breasts, dripping off my nipples onto my stomach and thighs. I just knelt there, sitting back on my heels with Tony watching and being totally amazed on what I’d let Paulo do to me. I was amazed too.

They both left the bathroom and I washed up, this time rinsing my mouth out before home. I dressed and thought I’d be leaving right away but that was not to be. When I went back into living room Paulo had his shorts on but Tony was still naked sprawled out on the couch with his prick again erect. He was gently stroking himself and told me to come over to him and suck him off again.

Paulo told me to do as Tony wished which I did. Again I knelt between his legs and took his cock into my mouth. Moving my head up and down on him I sucked him for all I was worth. Within a few minutes he grabbed a hold of my head and shoved his cock deep into my mouth and spewed more of his cum into my mouth and down my throat. 

When he and I were done I just grabbed my purse and headed back home.

To be continued with going home & more visits to Paulo’s apartment, if I get requests to continue. Please respond with any and all comments.



Obsession Ch. 02



Continued from Chapter 1... Visit to the Psychiatrist

"I got a job in the city as a computer programmer, so I got myself a small apartment."

"So then did you find new men to masturbate?"

"Yes, the first was a guy from work, he was married so he could only stay an hour. But that helped me out a lot. He was really happy to just be masturbated and cum all over my pubic area and occasionally as a treat in my mouth. After he had gone I would go back to bed and masturbate for hours or until I fell asleep."

"Were there anymore men, Judy?"

"Yes. Dozens and dozens of them."

"Wow." 

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"Why did you say, Wow, Doctor? I don't lie, or steal, I don't do drugs, I only smoke occasionally, and I don't drink to any excess. A case of beer will last me more than a month, a bottle of wine maybe 2 or 3 weeks. My only weakness or obsession is seeing or making men ejaculate and apart from the unfortunate incident that got me into court, all of my dealings with men are done behind closed doors. Is there a problem with that?"

"Well it certainly is preferable that you keep your obsession private, I'm not judging you but if you got caught or charged with Public Indecency again, it would be very serious, you do understand that Judy?"

"Yes, I do and what I did was very foolish. It showed a total lack of control on my part."

"So what happened to this Flasher, the man in the supermarket?"

"Unfortunately he had to serve 3 weeks of a 2 month sentence in jail."

"Do you think he shouldn't have been sent to jail?"

"I understand that he flashed on many other occasions, but he only flashed himself off to women and definitely not children. In my mind he was crying out for help, I agree it was wrong what he did, but deep down he is a very nice man."

"A nice man? Have you seen him since that incident?"

"Yes, before sentencing."

"Did you meet him in private?"

"Yes, when we were both out on bail. I felt partially responsible for what happened."

"Did you masturbate him again?"

"Yes, but in the comfort and privacy of an Hotel room. I jerked him off three time's altogether and had some fabulous orgasms myself. I also tried to talk some sense into him, I asked him what it would take for him to stop crying out for attention and after our marathon hotel session that day he felt that he no longer needed to Flash himself for at least a week or more. He promised not to do his Flashing routines again if I serviced him every few weeks."

"So after he served his jail term, did you see him again?"

"Yes, he's now on my regular list of contacts and he has completely weaned himself off the Flashing. I always have very successful sessions with him and I have to wear a gag to muffle my screams. We are looking for a suitable location where we can hold our sessions and I can completely let myself go without any restrictions like the gag."

"I'm sorry I don't have any details on the Flasher guy, what age is he and what is your age again Judy?"

"The ex-Flasher guy Lionel is 49 years old and divorced. I'm 25 years old going on 26 next month."

"So tell me more about your sessions with Lionel."

"I see him every two weeks and he abstains from any sexual activity during that time so he always arrives with an abundant supply of cum. The first time he cums he plasters my face, breasts and pubic area, I don't remove any of it at all, I just let it stay on me and eventually dry out. Sometimes I will suck him off the second time he cums and then I may let him fuck me for the third. 

"So the age difference didn't bother you?"

"No, not at all, I have contacts younger and several contacts even older than Lionel."

"Oh really, how old?"

"The oldest is Sam at 68 years old." 

"Wow, Sam is older than me."

"How old are you Doc?"

"I'm 61 years old, almost 62."

"You don't look it."

"Thank you Judy. So how did you meet Sam?"

"In the library, we were sat opposite each other at a large table. I was doing some research and he happened to know a lot about that subject. He said that he would compile a list for me and he would have it ready for the next day at the same time."

"So did he have a complete package for you, next day?"

"Yes he did, so we went for coffee where we could talk more openly and discuss the information that he had brought. Our long discussions eventually shifted to more personal things and I met him several times for coffee then one day he invited me to his apartment for supper. I dressed for the occasion and was showing a little more cleavage than normal plus my evening dress also had a long slit up the side which occasionally displayed my thigh and garter belt. Poor Sam displayed signs of an erection so I felt obligated to relieve him. After that we became much closer friends."

"Amazing, so how many other men have discovered your charms since you moved to the city."

"Recently I did put pen to paper and tried to account for all of them and came up with at least 47 men that I have at least masturbated or performed oral on."

"So it may be more than 47 men?"

"Yes. But my more active list is pared down to 15. Oh that's wrong it's 16 now."

"You have a new addition? Who is that?"

"Yes, one relatively new one, but I'm sorry I can't disclose his identity."

"I understand. So besides the library, where else have you met your contacts?"

"Oh just about everywhere, in the park, at the cinema, in the mall even at the museum. I'm not into the bar scene, I prefer to frequent quieter places. But one thing is for sure, men always have their eyes fully open when there is some female skin being shown."

"So is that how you lure them, by showing some skin? By that I assume you mean some cleavage or thighs?"

"Sometimes, yes, also show off the legs and midriff. In summer it's just so easy, just wear a short skirt and a bra less cut off tanktop."

"Do any of these men pay you for favors?"

"Yes, some do, also many do insist on buying me trinkets or flowers or some piece of clothing that they would love me to wear for them."

"What kinds of clothing?"

"Different lingerie, underwear that kind of thing. I have one professional gentleman that loves me to wear very fine silky satin panties and he just loves to dry fuck me and cum between my legs directly on the outside of the panties."

"Do you ask them for money?"

"No never, it started with one man offering to pay me for favors and I thought it was exciting at the time. So whenever I got further monetary offers I accepted. It wasn't about the money really; it was about the experience."

"So you don't really do it for the money?"

"No, but because he had paid, he expected certain things and I made sure he got his moneys worth and that I kept to a high standard of service. For the most part they never expected the kind of positive responses that I made and they were happy that I was sincerely gaining pleasure from their endeavors. A man loves to see a woman orgasm, he feels he has achieved the ultimate goal."

"You seem to understand men."

"I do strive for perfection, if the man doesn't cum then the evening was a complete waste of time."

"Have you had such men?"

"Yes."

"Oh really that's strange."

"Unfortunately their plumbing had been altered with surgery and when they ejaculated it was internally into their bladder or wherever. Of course that was no good to me so reluctantly I didn't see them again."

"Oh yes, from such as Prostate surgery, yes I see now."

"Yes that's what they had."

"Are you leaning more towards older men than younger ones?"

"Yes, older men are much more reliable and less hassles."

"Someone like me you mean?"

"Yes someone like you Doc, would be perfect."

"Oh wow, there's hope for me yet, ha, ha."

"Are you offering yourself Doc?"

"I don't know how to answer that Judy."

"A simple yes or no or a nod..."

There was a silent pause

"Doc, did you just nod?"

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To be continued... 



Obsession Ch. 02



I spent all morning striving to soothe my guilt by fixing Rob's favorite dish, Lasagna. I got it all ready to go except for putting it in the oven, and then went to get pretty for my returning husband. As I dashed on perfume and slipped into a short skirt and heels, I tried putting the past few days out of my mind. Somehow, I had to get over my obsession with . . . well, okay . . . why sugar-coat it? My neighbor's cock. I'd accidently seen our neighbor Harvey through his bathroom window one day while he was showering. I was trimming the hedges between our houses when I glanced up and was instantly mesmerized by the length and thickness of his huge penis. It was like nothing I'd ever seen, or even imagined before. I should have simply turned and walked away, but I didn't. 

In fact, after fantasizing about it for a few days, I went back and did that again. Long story, short? I either subconsciously or on purpose, put myself into a position where Harvey ended up fucking my eyeballs out. Except for the fumbling around I did in the back seat of an old Chevy during high school, he was the only the second man I'd ever had sex with. After he did it that first time I told myself it would never happen again. Saying it was one thing – doing it was impossible. I couldn't get the taste and feel of that thing out of my mouth, or forget the feeling as it'd forced the opening of my much smaller vagina apart so he could ravage it. And ravage it he did, stopping just short of driving me mad. A steady diet of six inches for years, and then you unexpectedly get a taste of twelve thick inches? I absolutely craved it. I'm unable to explain the intense orgasms I got from it, but it's plain I'm obsessed with something I shouldn't have. Only a few days later, I had found myself knocking on his patio door, back for seconds. 

As I was leaving his house right after our second tryst, he demanded I leave my patio bedroom door unlocked for him later. I hadn't wanted to. I really didn't. I wanted to just break it off right there, go back to being a faithful wife to my hard-working husband and never see Harvey again. But that didn't happen. Last night in the bed I share with my husband, was the third time we got together. I'd pretended sleep but he'd been insistent, simply shaking his meaty cock at me through the glass door, and like a bitch in heat I'd scampered over to let him in. The result was I could barely walk this morning and I wondered how I could even fake sex with my husband tonight. 

Rob's plane was supposed to come it around 6:45 PM, but it was delayed for almost two hours. Then, they'd lost one of his bags so we had to wait around for them to find it. Rob was starved, so when he suggested we just get a room in the city instead of making the two hour drive home, I jumped at it. The last thing I wanted was to see anything that reminded me of Harvey – or my infidelity. The dinner was great, and we watched TV for a while before Rob wanted to make out. At first, my vagina was bone dry, much as I tried to respond to his manipulations. Then I simply gave in to what I'd been crowding out of my mind all day – the image of Harvey's cock approaching my watering mouth. Suddenly, I was gushing, being the aggressor, taking Rob's dick inside my mouth and sucking him dry. Later, I could tell Rob was pleased. 

"My goodness," he'd said with a wide grin. "You must've missed me."

Hating myself, I snuggled closer and whispered, "I always miss you." I swore that would be true from now on. He went to sleep with a smile on his face, and I tossed and turned most of the night.

We went home the following morning and relaxed around the house as Rob completed a few chores he'd been putting off. He was pleased when he saw the Lasagna I was getting ready to put in the oven. While tossing the salad I looked up unexpectedly and saw something that made my heart jump right into my throat - Rob and Harvey talking across our property lines. A sudden coldness swept through me, my hands turning to stone. After a moment I saw Rob laugh at something Harvey had said, and relaxed a bit. Rob started back toward the door and I saw him toss a parting remark over his shoulder, Harvey agreeing with it. 

"I was talking with the neighbor. He seems like a nice fellow."

"I suppose," I said quietly.

"I invited him to have Lasagna with us tonight. Hope that's alright."

I felt like someone had just driven a knife through my heart. My head down, I didn't turn around so he couldn't see my burning face. "Oh, Darling, I was hoping it'd just be the two of us tonight." My heart was running away as I struggled to regain control. One thing I knew. I did not want to be around the same table with the only two men I'd ever fucked! 

"Oh, come on. It's our civic duty, Honey. The old guy probably hasn't had a decent meal in months." 

It seemed settled, so I vowed to make the best of the situation. Harvey showed up right on time with a bottle of red wine. I found that Harvey could be very charming and after only a few awkward moments, we were all comfortable with each other. We listened to his entertaining stories about traveling the world when he was in the military. He'd since owned his own business, selling it five years earlier for a staggering profit, and retiring. Now, he primarily golfed and attended sports events. He never so much as flirted once, during the evening. 

Rob took a sip of the wine Harvey had brought, and said, "This is really good!"

"After dinner walk back with me and I'll give you a bottle of it. I belong to a wine club and I can't drink all the stuff they send fast enough." 

Rob accepted his offer and we spent another hour of Rob telling Harvey about his work. When we all stood, a signal that dinner was over, Rob said, "Walk back with Harvey and get that bottle of wine before he reneges on his offer. I'm beat, and ready for bed. I'll be back on the road day-after-tomorrow."

I followed Harvey with my head down as he entered his house. He went straight to the wine cabinet, retrieved a bottle and held it out. "Did you and Rob have sex last night?" he suddenly asked. 

Taken aback, I stammered a bit, then said, "Why . . . that's really none of your business, Harvey. What a thing to say."

"Well, you said he was a once or twice a week kind of guy, so . . . "

"Just give me the wine, Harvey. I have to go."

As I took the wine, he said, "I'll be out under your gazebo tonight at 10:30. My dick is hard as a rock."

"No!" 

Who did this guy think he was that I'd just sneak out and fuck him anytime he said to? "This is not going to happen again, Harvey. I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to Rob. Don't start being a jerk."

"Don't worry. It'll only happen if you want it to."

As I turned and walked away I heard him say, "10:30. The gazebo."

Although it was only a little past 9:00, Rob was already in bed. It was early for me to retire but I brushed up, pulled on my teddy, and crawled in beside him. Glancing at the clock I saw it was 9:36 AM. I groaned quietly, reaching out and touching Roy's limp penis, feeling it stir. He made a sleepy sound, then turned over with his back to me and continued snoring softly. Harvey's words were still ringing inside my head. I placed a hand between my legs and confirmed that I was sopping wet. The clock read 10:05 AM. 

I – am – not – going! 

I closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep but fifteen minutes later I was still wide awake. Shit! I got up and walked to the glass patio door. I couldn't see the gazebo from there due to the corner of the house. Was Harvey there? Fuck him. He could wait forever, as far as I was concerned. Without making a conscious decision to do so, at 10: 30 exactly I silently slid the door open and let myself out. 

The grass felt damp on my bare feet, a cool breeze stirring the teddy, gently caressing my body. The teddy was all I wore. It was as if I'd planned this. I saw Harvey's huge shadow in the darkness sitting on the swing. When I got closer I could see he was nude, his cock looking like a large goose neck. I stopped, motionless, staring, wanting to run, my heart pounding so hard I felt it. Instead, I walked over, dropped to my knees and took the large meaty head inside my mouth. Most men will never know the feeling of having a warm dick in their mouths; comforting is the only word I know that comes closest to describing it. Or maybe, contentment. 

I was almost purring as I slowly swallowed most of the thickness, feeling it stiffening in my throat. He grunted, flooding my mouth with pre-cum. He must have been waiting for quite some time. "I knew you couldn't stay away," he said. 

I wanted to say "fuck you," but my mouth was full – and getting fuller as his cock quickly swelled with blood. I moaned softly. It was so good. I licked it all over, made love to it, wanting to rub it all over my body. I knew then that I simply couldn't let this go, just walk away and never have it again. I needed it like I needed to breathe. I'd worry about it later. I trailed down and sucked a nut into my mouth. 

"Climb up here. I want to get into that warm pussy. Been thinking 'bout it all day."

Whimpering softly and hating myself for the way I was responding, I scurried up and straddled his legs, my open vagina positioned right over his straining cock. I watched it jerk once and then again - and then I just dropped down taking all the pain and pleasure of it forcing its thickness inside my small opening. I was in Heaven. It hurt. It really hurt. But I wanted it to. I wanted to feel its bigness, let it rupture my cervix, stab me to death for the cheating whore I was. And, I wanted to cum. To feel him cum. Wallow in the nastiness of the act. I'd eat the spent cum from his around his dick, lick his asshole and let him use me like a slut, if that's what he wanted. Just let me cum now. After all, a slut was what I was. At that moment, I would've done anything in the world for this man.

My hands braced against his hairy chest I pushed myself up, feeling his knotted cock near my opening, dropping again as he lunged upward, hurting me, bruising my internal organs. I didn't care. I was close to my climax now and that was the only thing I was focused on. His grunting told me he was too. We came almost together, groaning into each other's open mouths, clutching shoulders and ass, straining to get more of everything it offered, the intensity of our orgasms stealing our minds for a moment. His cock swelled, throbbing as it spewed volley after volley of thick cream deep inside my womb - warm, soothing, filling me to capacity with its volume. Spent, I clung to his neck as he licked my open mouth, feeling his cock throbbing inside me, gripping it with my sloppy vagina, not ever wanting to let it go. Cum had made its way from around the tight fit of his thick cock, running into the crack of my butt. I loved the feel of it, suddenly wanting to slurp it up, but I was too tired. 

I think I went to sleep for a while. I woke up as Harvey shook my shoulder. "Come of baby. Go get in bed with your husband. No more quickies. He leaves day after tomorrow and we then can fuck all day."

Groaning tiredly, I climbed off his lap feeling a gush of fluid from between my legs. I'd need to clean up before crawling back into bed.



Obsession Ch. 02



Six months later, they were in court. Alan had his dad hire the best defense attorney possible for himself and Jagger, who recovered from his gunshot wound. All the money in the world wouldn't have gotten them off. A jury only took four hours to deliberate and found them both guilty on all counts -- kidnapping, carrying a concealed weapon, illegal use of a controlled substance, rape (for Jagger) and attempted rape (for Alan). No charges were ever filed against Mandy. She didn't appear in court, opting for a written testimony instead.

The sentences were handed down, and Tyler and Samantha breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the nightmare was over. On the steps of the courthouse, Samantha threw her arms around Tyler and thanked him again for saving her life.

"It's no problem, baby. I love you!" 

"I love you, too!" 

They drove back to Tyler's house in silence. As they pulled in the driveway, Samantha began to speak, but Tyler interrupted her. He turned to her then took her hand in his.

"I love you, Samantha. Will you live with me?" he asked. He wasn't expecting the reply she gave him.

"No."

"But I -- "

She put a finger to his lips. "I'll only live with you on one condition."

"What's that?" he asked, confused.

"You make me your wife," she replied with a smile.

His heated kiss was his reply to her as he pulled her across the seat and into his arms. He broke the kiss briefly, "Wait a minute, isn't the man supposed to propose?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah, but I've never been a traditional kinda girl."

"Let's get outta here and go inside, love."

"Only if you take me straight to bed."

He helped her out of the car, cradled her in his arms and carried her into the house then into the bedroom. As he laid her down gently on the bed, she pulled him to her, whispering in his ear.

"It's a good thing you said yes." She placed his hand on her belly. "You're gonna be a daddy."

With a tear in his eye he gently rubbed her belly and whispered, "I love you, Samantha, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world!" 

She could feel the fire and the passion in his kiss, just as she did the first time they kissed all those months ago. She wrapped her arms around his waist and caressed his back under his shirt. She knew she loved this man more than life itself, and the tiny life now growing inside her was proof of that love.

Slowly they undressed each other, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed intimately together. She felt his lips trace down her body, stopping at each nipple and sucking softly before he brought his mouth back up to hers. He rolled over on the bed and pulled her on top of him, both still engaged in a feverish kiss. She kissed along his neck and up to his ear, nibbling softly and feeling him quiver beneath her. 

"Oh God, Sam," he uttered.

He put his knees up with his feet resting on the bed, allowing her to lean back against his legs as she took his length deep inside her. "You feel so good, Ty," she whispered as she glided up and down on his rigid shaft. 

She quickened her pace and felt his hands on her breasts, caressing them softly, rolling the nipples gently between his fingers. She leaned down to kiss him again as the movement of their hips increased. She let out a soft moan into his mouth when he hit that spot that always brought her to the edge. Tyler reached one hand down between them, his thumb gently grazing her hard clit, causing her orgasm to jolt through her. 

"Tyler, Oh God! Tyler!" she screamed as he thrust himself once more into her, releasing his hot seed deep inside her convulsing pussy. 

She collapsed on top of him, her head resting in the crook of his neck. She could hear his heart beating rapidly as their bodies recovered. She felt his arm slip around her waist. They dozed off, exhausted but sated and happy.

They woke a few hours later to the phone ringing. It was Tyler's mother inviting them to dinner. They accepted then showered, got dressed and drove over to Sam's to get her a change of clothes. 

As they drove home from his mother's house, they talked about baby names and when they would get married. "You know, since you proposed to me, shouldn't I get a ring?" Tyler teased.

"I think we can work something out, love," she said, taking his hand in hers. "What I need to do first is call my brother and see if he still wants to buy my house. I'll call him in the morning and call for a moving van, too. Some of my stuff might end up in storage."

"Just rent a truck, Sam. I can get Charlie and Larry to help us move. I've got lots of room in the basement, so any of your stuff we don't have room for, we can store in the basement. There's no need for you to rent storage space," he told her, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it softly.

"That sounds perfect! Right now, though, I'm exhausted and all I wanna do is sleep. I love your mother, but she ran me ragged this evening."

Tyler chuckled softly. "Yeah, she's good for that."

"We can make our calls in the morning," she told him as they pulled into his driveway. They walked to the door hand-in-hand again, pausing briefly to share another heated kiss. 

"What was that for?" she asked as they broke the kiss together.

"You make me happy!" he said, looking deep into her dark green eyes.

"I love you," she replied, pulling him into her for another kiss. 

"I love you too," he said against her lips. They heard a rumble of thunder in the distance and felt a few raindrops. Reluctantly, they broke their kiss then headed inside.

***

After a few months of living together, it was as if they'd lived together for years. They got along great and fell more in love with each other every day. About five months into her pregnancy, Samantha was finally starting to show. Every morning when Tyler woke up next to her, he kissed his bride-to-be then gently kissed her stomach and said "I love you" to his unborn child.

As they sat at the breakfast table one morning, glancing at the television every now and then, they saw a news story flash an image of Alan across the screen. Tyler stood and turned up the volume on the TV then turned to look at Samantha and saw a look of fear in her eyes. He sat back down and watched with her.

Alan Lee Wagner has won an appeal in an Oakland County court. The convictions of carrying a concealed weapon, kidnapping, illegal use of a controlled substance and attempted rape have been overturned. The convictions against Jagger Dean Mitchell are still in appeal by his attorney. As you'll recall, Wagner and Mitchell were convicted for -- , Tyler turned the televsion off, returned to Sam and gathered her up in his arms.

"It'll be okay baby," he whispered. "I won't let him hurt you." She shook uncontrollably, her face buried in his chest.

"How can this happen?"

"I don't know, Sam. But we'll get a restraining order. I promise he won't hurt you." He kept his tone soft and soothing.

He carried her to the bedroom and laid her down gently on the bed. Reaching for the phone with one hand and pulling the covers over her with the other, he dialed the number for his job and called in sick to take care of her.

Tyler placed the phone back on the charger then climbed into bed beside her, pulling her to him and holding her tightly while she cried into his chest. After several minutes, he felt her breathing deepen and knew that she'd fallen asleep. Slowly getting out of bed, he turned the ringer off on the phone in the bedroom then headed back out to the kitchen.

He propped his elbows up on the table and rested his head in his hands. Tyler closed his eyes, wondering how he could protect her from Alan. He couldn't lose her now and didn't even want to think about how his life would be without her. He got to his feet, grabbed the phone and called the police officer who arrested Alan. They couldn't give them any kind of personal guard, but the cop told him to keep the doors and windows locked and call if they saw anything suspicious.

"Yeah, thanks a lot," Tyler said sarcastically then hung up the phone.

As he was placing the phone back on the charger, it rang. He looked at the caller ID and it read UNKNOWN. He pushed the talk button and brought the phone to his ear, but didn't say a word. There was a long silence and just as Tyler's finger hovered over the button to end the call, he heard Alan speak.

"You better keep her under lock and key pretty boy," Alan said then the line went silent.

Tyler immediately called the police again and was told they would send a squad car to his house. Unsatisfied with their response, he went into his room and fired up the computer. He did a search of bodyguards, looking specifically for someone who could watch over Samantha when he wasn't able to. When he found the website he was looking for, he browsed through the profiles of the bodyguards and finally located one in their area after about a 45 minute search. 

He called the bodyguard at the number provided on the profile and made arrangements for him to start immediately. He heard Samantha rustling in the bed behind him and quickly shut down the computer then went to her side while she pushed herself up on the bed to lean against the headboard.

"Whatcha doin'?" she asked, her voice raspy from sleep.

"Just checkin' email."

"What's wrong baby? You're shakin' like a leaf."

He pulled her close and hugged her tightly as he spoke quietly, "Alan called here a little while ago." He felt her grip around him tighten. "I was just online looking for a bodyguard for you."

"Did you call the cops?"

"Yeah, they're sending a squad car, but I don't think they'll do much else. That's why I called a bodyguard for you, hon. I don't want anything to happen to you and I can't watch you every minute," he said, his voice shaky. "Joe, the guy I talked to, told me he can. That's his job."

"No! I don't want some strange man following me around!" 

"He's trained to protect you, Samantha. Alan is free now, I don't want him coming after you. With Joe around, you'll be safe! Please do this for me, at least until we can get Alan back in prison where he belongs." He broke their embrace and cradled her face in his hands. "Please?" he repeated.

"I'll meet with the guy. I make no promises beyond that, Ty. I'm just not crazy about the idea of some strange guy hanging around."

Joe came by the house the next day and explained what his job would entail. He set Sam's mind at ease a bit, assuring her he doesn't follow her around like a normal bodyguard would. He recommended that Tyler get a home security system and offered his help when it came time to install it. Joe did a daily patrol around the house and made sure there was no way someone could slip inside unnoticed. 

He followed Samantha to work but kept himself out of her sight while he still kept an eye on her. She knew he was around somewhere and while it made her feel a bit safer, she was still looking over her shoulder constantly. She knew Alan was pretty sneaky and could find ways to get to her.

***

Another month had passed and even though Tyler had changed all their phone numbers, they still ended up getting mysterious calls. They suspected it was Alan toying with them. As he drove home from work one evening, he turned onto his street and his heart sank at the sight he saw. There were several police cars in front of his house and an ambulance in the driveway. 

Tyler pulled up in front of a neighbor's house and ran to his front door. He darted into the house calling out for Samantha. "There's no one in there," a voice said behind him. 

"Where the hell is she?" he snapped. "And where's Joe?"

"Joe's right there," the officer said pointing to the stretcher being put into the back of the ambulance. "He was shot twice in the chest. We don't have any suspects and when we entered the house, no one was inside."

"Did anyone see or hear anything?" he barked at the cop.

"We've questioned your neighbors. No one saw anything."

"Where the hell is Samantha?" 

"Sir, who's Samantha?" the officer asked.

"My fiancée! Joe was supposed to be protecting her!"

Tyler proceeded to fill the officer in on what had happened to them and why he hired Joe. The officer took notes and called in an APB for Samantha, then gave a description of Alan and told the person on the other end of the phone that Alan was to be considered armed and dangerous.

While the officers did their job, Tyler tried to call Samantha. He immediately got her voice mail and closed his phone without leaving a message. He called her mother then her brother and informed them of what was going on. He told them that if she showed up to keep an eye on her.

"Baby, where are you?" he said as he walked into his house.

***

Samantha woke up in what looked to her like a van, her hands and feet bound with duct tape. She turned to see two small windows on the back doors of the van and scooted closer to look out. She heard a voice behind her and fear shot through her entire body.

"Get away from the window, bitch!" Alan barked from the driver's seat. 

"Alan, please. Let me go."

"Oh no. It's payback time, girly! That pretty boy of yours is next!"

"Leave Tyler alone, Alan. You've got me. He has nothing to do with this!"

"He has everything to do with this. If he hadn't called the cops, I wouldn't have ended up in jail." 

She felt her cellphone vibrating in her pocket. She knew it was Tyler trying to call her. Samantha briefly wondered why Alan hadn't taken her cellphone from her before he broke into the house. She turned again and saw Alan watching her from the rear view mirror.

"This tape really hurts, Alan," she said. "Can you remove it? I promise I won't try anything." Samantha thought if she could get her hands free she could at least try to send a text message to Tyler without Alan noticing.

"Yeah, sure. Just let me call the cops and turn myself in first," he barked. "Get real!" he added, laughing as he turned onto a dirt road.

She recognized the road they were on. Alan's parents owned some land out here and she remembered there was a small hut that Alan had built several years ago when he wanted to get away from it all.

"I know you know where we're going, Sam. Don't try anything stupid. One wrong move by you and pretty boy dies!" he said, pulling up in front of the old hut and turning off the engine.

The back doors of the van flew open and Alan reached in and removed the duct tape from her hands and feet before he pulled Samantha out of the van. He pushed her in front of him toward the hut. When she turned to look at him, she saw a gun in the waistband of his jeans. Turning back to the hut, she took a step up and her foot fell through the porch.

"Get up!" he snapped, jerking her to her feet. She winced at the pain in her ankle then looked down and saw blood. He pushed her through the door of the hut then sat her down hard in a chair in the corner. "Put this on!" he ordered, handing her a shackle for her ankle. He fastened one end of the shackle to a metal hook sticking out of the floor while she clasped the other end around her ankle.

"What do you plan on doing to me?"

"Keeping you here until you realize that you belong to me. That's just for starters."

"I don't BELONG to anyone, especially not you!" she hissed. He slapped her hard, causing her head to fling to one side.

"Lose the attitude with me, bitch! I don't think you're in any position to argue," he barked as he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and cuffed her hands behind her. 

He felt the outline of her cellphone in her pocket. He gave her a smug grin then pulled it out and tossed it on a table across the room. "Thought you were gonna get away with keeping that, huh? Not a chance."

"I'm pregnant, Alan. Please don't do this. If you let me go, we can work something out!"

"I know you're pregnant, Sam. I don't want to hurt you or your baby, but I do want you to realize that should be MY child you're carrying," he said as he sat down on the bed just a few feet away from her.

Samantha figured if she played along with him, maybe she could get out of this situation quicker. "I do wish it was your child, Alan," she said softly, looking at him with a seductive look in her eyes.

"Stop tryin' to charm me, Sam. I know better," he hissed. "I've gotta go get some supplies. All that's here right now is some bottled water." Alan walked to a small refrigerator, opened it and pulled out a bottle of water for her. "If you can figure out how to open it with your hands cuffed, you can drink it!" He laughed then dropped the bottle into her lap. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and grabbed her cellphone then closed and locked the door behind him.

She looked around the small hut, trying to figure out how she could escape. She saw a phone on the wall near the small refrigerator. Samantha looked down at the chain to determine how long it was. She scooted her chair along the floor and was disappointed to find out it was just a few inches shy of her being able to reach the phone. 

"DAMN!" she said aloud. 

When she leaned over to get a look at the chair she was sitting in, she saw it wobble beneath her. Thinking it would break after being slammed into the floor a few times, she tipped sideways, turning so her back hit the floor, careful not to fall too hard and possibly lose the baby. The chair creaked, but didn't break. She struggled to pull herself up right.

Using her unchained foot, she began kicking at the leg of the chair. She felt it buckle slightly and stopped kicking. She shifted all her weight to the weakened leg, hoping something would break free. She heard a loud crack and fell to the floor, her hands coming free from behind the chair, but still cuffed. Wiggling the remnants of the broken chair free, she walked to the phone on the wall and leaned in as far as she could. Using her head to take the phone off the hook, it landed on the top of the refrigerator. Samantha leaned in again and used her nose to dial 911.

She bent over and put her ear to the phone then cursed under her breath when she realized there was silence on the other end. Yeah, why would he leave me here with a working phone? she thought as she crossed the floor and sat down on the bed. She heard a car outside and knew it was Alan returning. Oh, he'd be happy to see that she tried to escape.

"Someone's been busy," he said, looking at the broken chair on the floor. "Nice try, Sam. Do you really think I'm that stupid?" he asked pointing to the phone on the wall as he walked over to hang up the receiver. "This thing hasn't been connected in years."

He put the food in the refrigerator and removed the gun from the waistband of his jeans then placed it on the table near the door, along with her cellphone. Walking back to Samantha, he picked up the bottle of water he'd given her earlier, opened it and held it to her lips. "C'mon, I know you're thirsty. Just drink," he said, tilting the bottle slightly. She drank the water offered her, almost gulping it before he pulled it away. "Easy slugger, don't wanna get sick," he said as he placed the cap back on the bottle.

"Alan, please. I feel so helpless. Take these cuffs off me. It's not like I can go anywhere with this -- thing on my ankle," she pleaded.

"If I take them off and you try anything, you can kiss your ass good-bye. Got me?" he said. She nodded.

He pulled a key out of his pocket, reached behind her and unlocked the cuffs. As he dropped the cuffs into his pocket, he sat down on the bed next to her. "You're beautiful," he said, caressing her cheek. She wanted to pull away, but she knew if she tried, he'd probably hurt her again. Turning her eyes away from him, she folded her hands and placed them in her lap.




Obsession Ch. 02



The first part of the story needs to be read to understand this part.

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I spent all my time in the office now, watching Kate and Ethan on the TV monitors, or working on a plan to break them up. At first I found it hard to watch Kate play like she was Ethan's wife, like cleaning the house, cooking him dinner, and fucking him at night. It got easier if I thought of her as non-Kate, the Mr. Hyde to my real Kate's Dr. Jekyll. 

I decided to continue with full force with my plan of having Kate believe that Ethan was cheating on her. The fake phone calls stopped working, Kate trusted him when he said he had no idea who the girl calling him was. I needed to be more devious. 

The first step was that I needed to find out more about who Ethan Kelly was so I could find his weaknesses. A search on the internet gave me his basic info which I already knew. I was hoping that he was some sort of convict back in Scotland, but there was no luck there. On paper he was so squeaky clean, it was unbelievable. The man didn't even have a parking ticket on his record. After watching several hours of him at home with Kate, the only thing that he seemed to do wrong was to occasionally drink out of the milk cartoon. No one could be this perfect, I thought.

"Ethan stop," I heard Kate say in one of the TV monitors. I turned around to see what was going on.

Kate was in the bathroom putting on her makeup in front of the mirror. She was dressed up sexily in a tight red dress that dipped low in the front and rode 4 inches above her knee. It was the hottest I had ever seen her look. Ethan had come up behind her and was now squeezing her breasts.

Christ, I couldn't believe that they were at it again. From my count they had sex at least three times a day, every day. Fucking bastard couldn't keep his hands of her.

"You promised me a night out and if I don't finish we're going to be late," she told him as she applied a blood red lipstick

"Just a quickie Kate. You look so damn sexy I just can't help myself," he told her.

"It won't be a quickie if I have to do my hair and make up again," she countered.

"How about if I promise not to mess them up?" he said, kissing her bare shoulder. "Your dress even won't have to come off."

Ethan pushed her skirt up to her waist, revealing that she wore nothing underneath.

"You're fucking naked," he said, his voice thick with lust.

He ran his hands over her bare ass causing Kate to moan.

"Do it Ethan," she urged.

She leaned forward and placed hands on the sink. She then spread her legs further apart.

Ethan unzipped his pants and took out his cock. With one smooth thrust he was instantly inside her.

"Yes," Kate hissed.

He grabbed her hips and began pumping his cock in and out of her pussy.

"This is insane," she moaned. "I just can't get enough of you baby."

"Me too," he replied. 

Ethan then reached up and undid the clasp at the back of her neck, causing the front of her dress to fall off her. Her breasts were now naked and swung back and forth with his thrusting motion. He reached out to capture them and when he had the large mounds in his hands he squeezed their nipples.

If I didn't hate the bastard so damn much and if that wasn't my Kate he was fucking, I would think the scene before me pretty hot. I turned the volume down and turned my back to the monitor.

How was I going to convince Kate that Ethan cheats on her? The man was so squeaky clean that dirt would be afraid to fall on him. Ethan also got her so brainwashed that she wouldn't believe it even if he was screwing somebody in front of her face. Hmmm now that is an idea, I thought. Ethan and another woman caught in a compromising position. But how was I going to arrange it and with who? 

Kate screamed in the monitor behind me. I turned back around and saw that they finally finished. Ethan helped her put her dress back in order. Enjoy her while you can I told him silently, cause she won't be yours for much longer.

***********

When I walked into the strip club, loud American rock greeted me. I glanced at the stage and there were several strippers writhing on silver poles. It had been quite a while since I was here last. I had stopped going when I met Kate. 

I went to the bar and asked a heavily muscled bartender for Rudy. 

"He doesn't like to be disturbed," the man replied.

"Tell him Jim the accountant is here. He'll see me."

He picked up the phone and I assumed talked to Rudy.

"He'll be out in a few minutes."

I had been doing Rudy's taxes for the past few years now and we sort of developed an unlikely friendship. He was a decent guy, if you could look past the fact he owned several strip clubs.

I saw him come out from a black door way in the back of the club. He was a heavyset man about my age with a head of thinning brown hair.

"Jim long time no see," he said when he got to the bar. 

I reached out to shake his hand.

"It's good to see you again Rudy. How's the family?"

"Don't get me started. The wife's good but my teenagers are driving me insane," he replied. "What are you drinking?"

"Just a beer," I told him.

He ordered me beer and got a scotch for himself. When we got our drinks we headed towards his private table.

"Rudy I just going to get right to it," I told him. "I need a favor."

I told him about Kate, Ethan, and my plan. I said I needed a woman to seduce Ethan.

He looked at for a moment and seemed concerned. "I know it's not my place, but I think you should just let Kate go. She cheated on you once, are you sure she won't do it again?"

"If my plan works she'll never leave me again," I told him. 

"Okay, but I think you're making a mistake."

"I have no other choice Rudy," I said.

"There are always choices it's just some of them we don't like," he told me. "Hmmm. Now which of my girls would be willing to go along?

"This girl has to be hot enough to tempt that bastard. Kate is a gorgeous woman," I said.

He was silent for about a minute and then he said the name Mona.

"She's one of the most popular girls here and the one most likely to go along with your scheme, for a price."

"When can I talk to her?" I asked.

"I'll arrange a meeting for you tomorrow. She'll be onstage in 15 minutes if you want to check her out," he told me.

Rudy needed to leave to take care of some business so he shook my hand and told me to remain at his table as his guest.

Fifteen minutes later the announcer said that Mona would be up next. She erupted onto the main stage to deafening hoots and cheers. She came out to Madonna's Like a Virgin song and was dressed in a white lace bustier, short lace skirt, white stockings, garter belts, and 3 inch high stiletto heels. A small veil on top of her long curly red hair completed her bride look. This girl would never be mistaken for a virgin, I thought. She was definitely gorgeous enough and had a body that would corrupt a saint. She moved slowly and seductively, the sway of her body was almost hypnotic. Mona turned around and dropped her lace skirt to the cheers of the club patrons. She had a generous heart shaped ass that was white and flawless. She turned to face the audience again and slowly began unhooking her bustier from the front. Her large impressive breasts jiggled with her motions. She crossed her arms over her tits and then let the garment drop. When Madonna sang "touched for the very first time," she slid her arms down and one of her hands slipped under her panties.

I felt my cock twitch in my pants. Her hands came up and cupped her huge tits. I heard moans from the audience when she began playing with her nipples. She grabbed a silver pole and spun around it three times. When she was done she somehow removed her thong and they were now dangling off her fingers. The hair between her legs was trimmed and was the same color as the hair on top of her head. She bent down and showed the audience all her charms. Her pussy lips were smooth and pink and hairless. I moaned, as did every man, when she slipped a finger inside her hole. Mona then sat on the floor and began writhing, as if she was riding a man's cock. She then went on her hands and knees and crawled around the stage. At this point men began sliding bills between her garter belts. A slow grin spread across my face. She was perfect. Ethan would have to be dead to be able to resist her. 

*******

I meet Mona the next afternoon at a restaurant around the corner from the strip club. I barely recognized her due to her well covered up form and the dark sunglasses on her face. I only knew it was her because of her vivid red hair.

"Mona?" I said when I reached her table.

"You Jim?"

I nodded.

"Sit," she said pointing to the seat across from her.

I slid into the booth.

"Did Rudy tell you what I need?"

"He filled me in on the basics. I need you to fill me in on the details."

She removed her glasses revealing a pair of captivating amber colored eyes.

I told her about my plan and she remained stoic.

"I don't have to sleep with him right?" she asked.

"No. You two just need to be caught in a compromising position. You probably won't even have to take off your clothes," I told her.

"How much are you offering for this job?"

"A thousand," I said.

"I can get that in one night," she said.

"You won't be doing that much."

"Yeah but you're going to need a lot of my time and my time is money."

"Fine. I'll give you two thousand and that's it," I told her.

A small smile emerged from her lips. "Done. When do you need me?"

"Not for a few days yet. I'll call you when I'm ready to go ahead."

"Do you have a picture of the guy?" she suddenly asked. "I want to know who I'm dealing with."

I figured that the subject would come up so I printed out a picture of Ethan and slid it across the table to her now. Her eyes seemed to have slightly widened when she got a good look at him.

"That's him?" she asked.

I nodded. I guess she wasn't expecting him to be that attractive.

"This might be easier than I thought," she said.

***********

How the fuck did my plan go so wrong? It was as simple as pie: Mona seduces Ethan, Ethan fucks Mona, Mona and Ethan get caught by Kate, and then Kate dumps Ethan. The plan wasn't for all three of them to have a god dam orgy! I couldn't believe what I was seeing on the TV monitor. Kate, Ethan, and Mona were in bed together, fucking each other.

"Look Ethan aren't Mona's tits beautiful," Kate said. She reached out and squeezed one of Mona's abundant breasts.

"They're as big and nice as yours Kate," he replied and cupped Mona's other breast.

They both bent down and began sucking the stripper's tits. Mona, who was lying down on their bed, moaned in pleasure. I was beyond pissed. I didn't give her two thousand dollars a few hours ago so she could end up fucking both Ethan and Kate. She was supposed to destroy their relationship not be a part of it.

The plan went off with out a hitch at first. I had called Mona three days later after our first meeting and told her what to do. She was going to go into Ethan's work and pose as a client. She was going to say she was interested in building a house and she was considering him as the architect. Then she was going to suggest meeting somewhere else to discuss the initial plans since she was very busy and didn't have her days free. Maybe they could meet at restaurant. 

Mona set off to do her job and then she called me about three hours later and told me everything went smoothly. He was attracted to her she said, but was very careful not to let her see he was checking out her breasts or her ass. When she made her request about the restaurant he didn't even blink and eye and easily agreed to it. Mona told me she made the dinner plans for the following night and I couldn't stop smiling.

I waited patiently in front of the TV monitors for Ethan to come home and see what he'd say to Kate about his plans for the next night. While they were eating their dinner he casually mentioned that he was going to out dinner with a new client tomorrow night. Kate said okay and went back to her food. He didn't mention that his new client was a woman and a really hot one at that. Poor Ethan, you just started the beginning of the end of your relationship. 

Mona came to my house the next day about an hour before she was to meet Ethan. She didn't need to be told by me to dress provocative that night, when I saw her I knew that Ethan didn't have a chance. Her curvaceous body was hugged by a tight shiny green dress. The top of her dress could barely contain her enormous tits. If I had felt any inkling that she was attracted to me or she would be willing, I would fuck her myself.

"You look like sin," I told her.

"Glad I pass muster," she replied. "I hope you have my money."

"Here it is," I said and handed her an envelope with two thousand dollars in cash.

She flipped it opened to see the money and then slipped it inside her purse.

Mona took a seat in my living room and I laid out the rest of the plan to her. She would seduce Ethan or at least drive him crazy with lust the whole evening. I didn't care what she did as long as she got him turned on. Try to make him drink as much alcohol as you can, I told her. I wanted the guy plastered. I gave her two sleeping tablets to slip into his drink, if the alcohol wasn't enough. At the end of the night she would insist on driving him home because he was too intoxicated. 

"Call me when you get there and I'll tell you what to do next," I said to her. 

They next stage of the plan depended if Kate was sleeping or not by the time Ethan got home. If she was asleep I would tell Mona to try to get into their house and seduce Ethan inside. She would make as much noise as she could to wake Kate up and then Kate would go down the stairs and find them in a comprising position. Now if Kate was still awake at that time I would tell Mona to seduce Ethan in the car and then have her accidentally push the car horn to get Kate's attention. Kate would go outside and see them in the car hopefully with Ethan's tongue down Mona's throat. I couldn't help admire the simple brilliance of my plan.

Mona left my place fifteen minutes before her dinner reservations. I decided to make myself something to eat. Plotting seemed to have given me my appetite back. I was about to dig into the pasta I made when my cell phone went off. I picked it up and saw Mona's number. This can't be good, I thought.

"What's wrong?" I said as soon as I picked up the phone.

"He brought his girlfriend along," she whispered. "What am I going to do now?"

"What?!" I asked incredulously. I never thought that this would happen.

"I got here and there they were sitting at our table," she said.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Because I'm in the god damn bathroom," Mona snapped.

Shit. What was I going to do?

"Don't do anything," I finally told her. "Kate can't know you have any interest in him or the whole plan is shot."

"Well what am I suppose to do? This whole fucking night was about seducing him."

"Have dinner. Play along," I told her.

"Great just great," I heard her mumble and then cut the line.

My whole plan was going to burn up in flames. I needed to go to the restaurant and figure something out. I put on a coat and some slacks and went out the door 10 minutes later. The Italian restaurant they picked was not quite full and saw a table right in front of them. Luckily both Kate and Ethan had their backs to the door so I could slip in unnoticed. Even if they did see me I could pretend it was a coincidence I was there. 

"Can I have the table near the window? " I asked the waiter.

Mona didn't even blink an eye when she saw me approach them. I sat down at the table with my backs to them. The waiter gave me a menu and left.

"So Mona what do you do?" Kate asked all of a sudden.

"I'm a stripper," she said.

Oh fuck, I thought. Why the hell would she tell them the truth?

"I should have known. If you don't mind me saying you have an incredible body," Kate said.

What?! Was that really Kate who said that?

"Thanks. So do you," Mona replied.

"That's what I always tell her," Ethan added.

"I've wanted to go into a strip club for the longest time, but I never had the courage," Kate admitted.

"I never knew that," Ethan said.

"I girl has to keep some secrets," Mona interjected.

"Exactly," Kate replied.

"Well guys have their secrets too," he replied.

"Really? Why don't you share one since I told you one of mine," Kate said.

"Let me think," he said. "I always wanted to have two gorgeous girls at the same time."

"That's not a secret. That's what every man wants," Mona told him.

The three of them laughed.

The more I listened to their conversation the more I relaxed. Mona managed to keep the conversation light and from what I could tell she seemed to have charmed them both. My plan was still safe, no it was actually better. Ethan's betrayal would hurt Kate more if she actually knew and liked Mona.

"I have this," Ethan insisted when the check for their food came.

"This was supposed to be a business dinner Ethan," Mona told him.

"But we hardly talked about business, besides there are two of us and one of you," he said.

"Don't argue Mona. He can be stubborn when he wants," Kate informed her.

"Alright," she agreed. 

"It's still early. If you don't have anywhere to go maybe you and Ethan can talk business back at our place," Kate suggested. 

"Sure, I mean if you two don't mind," Mona replied. 

What the heck is she doing? She should just say goodbye and get out of there.

They got up to leave and I hid behind the dessert menu so not to be seen. When they got out of the restaurant I hurriedly paid for my food and hopped into my car. I dialed Mona's cell phone to find out what she was up to. She didn't pick up the line the first time I called her or the following three tries I made. I raced home to see on the TV monitors what was going on back at their house.

When I got to the TVs I saw Kate and Mona were sitting on the couch talking and in the back Ethan getting wine glasses from the kitchen cupboards. He poured some wine into them and went to the couch to join the women. He handed Mona a glass first and then sat down next to Kate.

"How did you two meet?" Mona asked them.

There was a slight hesitation from both of them.

"We were neighbors," Ethan supplied.

"Love at first sight?"

"No it was more gradual. We became friends first," Kate told her. "How about you? Do you have anyone Mona?"

"Not right now. I'm very picky when it comes to relationships."

"You're so gorgeous that I'm sure you can have any man you want," Kate said.

"Yeah but a lot of them aren't worth having."

"Ouch," Ethan said.

"Present company not included of course," Mona said with a smile. "That's why sometimes I prefer being with women."

"I always wanted to try it with a woman," Kate shockingly said. "I mean maybe just a kiss or something."

"Katherine Elizabeth I have no words," Ethan said in mock outrage. "I'm just shocked."

"Says the man who wants to do it with two women," Kate countered. "Don't you think it would be hot if I kissed another woman baby? Won't it be hot if I kissed Mona?"

"Yes it would be," Mona answered for him.

A knowing glance seemed to have been shared between the three of them.

Kate turned to her and smiled. "Would you kiss me?"

"Come closer," were the words that came out of Mona's red lips.

Kate leaned in and Mona pressed her mouth against hers. Kate moaned and Mona slipped her tongue inside her mouth. It turned into a long and deep kiss.

No! This was all wrong I thought. That stripper wasn't supposed to seduce my Kate. I saw stupid Ethan sitting on the sofa like a bump on a log while the two women kissed.




Obsession Ch. 02



"That was incredible," Kate said when she pulled away. "You taste so sweet Mona."

"So do you Kate," she replied.

"Didn't you think that was hot baby?" Kate asked Ethan, rubbing herself against him.

"Very," he said and took his turn kissing Kate.

Mona got up and moved to the other side of Ethan and began caressing his thigh. He pulled his mouth away from Kate and brought it down onto Mona's lips. Kate watched with rapt fascination as her lover kissed another woman.

"Mmmm. Ethan you're great kisser too," Mona said. "You guys must have amazing sex."

"It's the best," Kate answered. She then pulled Mona closer for another kiss.

Ethan reached in between them and began to fondle each of their breasts. Kate pulled back from Mona and undid the ties of her own dress. Her top fell, revealing her naked breasts to them. Mona bent her head and captured one of Kate's nipples in her mouth. Ethan grabbed her other breast, kneaded it with is hand, and then kissed Kate's mouth. After a few minutes of this Mona sat straight back up and pulled the straps of her green dress down her arms. Ethan and Kate stopped kissing to watch her undress. They were mesmerized by Mona's amazing rack. Kate reached out and cupped Mona's abundant breasts into her hands.

"Wow. What size are they, a 36 D?" Kate asked.

"No, a 38 DD," Mona said proudly.

Kate's tongue snaked out and licked the stripper's puffy nipples. Ethan moved behind Mona and she leaned back against him. He cupped her breasts and then Mona turned her head to the side and kissed him on the lips. Minutes passed as I watched Kate suck on Mona's tits while Mona and Ethan played tongue hockey.

"Ethan we've been very rude," Kate said out of the blue. "We haven't given Mona a tour of our house yet."

"You're right Kate. Where are our manners?"

"Maybe we could start upstairs in the bedroom," she told him.

"Would you like a tour Mona?" Ethan asked her, squeezing her breasts greedily.

"God yes," the stripper replied.

The two half naked women climbed the stairs first with Ethan trailing behind.

I turned to the TV monitor showing the bedroom and saw the three of them get onto the bed with Mona in the middle. Ethan and Kate pushed her down and they began sucking on her breasts at the same time. The stripper was enjoying herself immensely. Ethan moved away from her breast and began pulling down the rest of Mona's dress. She wore nothing underneath to the delight of her companions. Kate lifted her dress over her head and tossed it aside. Even though I was angry I was drooling at the sight of the two naked women. Both possessed curvy and large breasted bodies.

Ethan reached between Mona's legs and fingered her pussy, Mona whimpered in appreciation. Ethan spread her legs wide apart and began licking at her pussy.

"Oh god," Mona cried. 

She dug her nails into Ethan's hair and pushed his head closer so he could eat more of her. Kate kept sucking on Mona's tits as she watched Ethan pleasure the stripper's pussy.

"Do you want a taste sweetheart?" he asked, moving aside.

"Yes. I want to eat her pussy," Kate said.

My innocent Kate, who never told me she wanted to be with a woman, placed her head between the stripper's thighs. She must have been doing a good job, judging by Mona's wild reactions. Ethan watched as the two women go at it.

"I must have died and gone to heaven," Ethan finally said.

"No you're very much alive," Kate said when she finished with Mona's smooth pink pussy. She moved closer to Ethan and then cupped the bulge of his pants. "Very very much alive!" 

She then began undoing his belt. Mona meanwhile started to unbutton his shirt. Soon the women had him naked as they were. They pulled him back into the bed between them.

"You are a lucky girl Kate," Mona said as she eyed Ethan's large erection.

"I know," she grinned as she caressed Ethan's cock.

"May I?" Mona asked, taking a firm hold of him also.

"Of course," Kate replied.

Mona leaned down and licked the head of his cock. Then like a cat she lapped up its length. Finally took Ethan's cock between her plump lips and began sucking on it. 

"Suck his cock hard you slut," Kate said nastily.

She held back Mona's red hair so she could enjoy the unobstructed view of another woman giving her boyfriend a blow job. The sight must have turned Kate on because she moved between Ethan's legs and began licking his balls.

"Oh fuck that feels amazing," Ethan groaned as the two women pleasured him.

I thought I couldn't have hated Ethan more but I was wrong. Fucking lucky bastard, what did he ever do to have such a blessed life?

"Kate, come up here," he suddenly ordered.

She already new what her lover wanted and smiled in anticipation. She moved up to the top of the bed and then straddled Ethan's head. She moaned as he began to lick her. Mona in the meanwhile finally released his cock from her mouth and moved to straddle his hips. She groaned as she sank down on Ethan's erection.

"Do you like Ethan's cock Mona?" Kate asked as she watched the red head bounce up and down her lover's penis. "Isn't hard and big?"

"Yes I do. He's so fucking huge," Mona panted in reply.

"He lasts forever too and cums in gallons," she boasted.

"I'm pretty sure he does considering how big his cock is. I don't think I ever had anything this big in me before," Mona said.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming already," Kate cried out. 

She closed her eyes and let her orgasm wash over her. Mona leaned over and licked her aroused nipples. Kate reopened her eyes and smiled down at her.

"Now it's your turn Mona," she said.

Kate moved aside and Ethan flipped the stripper onto her back. Her red hair fanned across the bed like molten fire.

"Fuck her good baby," Kate told him.

"You know I will," he replied and kissed Kate quickly on the lips.

Ethan began pounding his cock into Mona, thrusting into her hard and fast.

"Oh yes Ethan!" she cried in response.

Kate had her hand on Ethan's ass as if she was pushing him into her.

"You're so hot Mona. The moment I saw you I told Ethan that we needed to fuck you," Kate revealed to her.

"I felt the same way when I saw you two," she replied back.

Kate moved closer to Mona and then bent over to kiss her fully on her mouth. Her hands went back to the stripper's tits and then pinched and pulled at her nipples.

"How does she feel baby?" Kate asked Ethan.

"Her pussy so tight, just like yours," he replied.

Mona was moaning and crying out in pleasure. "Harder, fuck me harder."

"The little slut wants you so bad baby. Tear her pussy apart."

Ethan grunted and began to thrust rough and fast into the stripper. Mona suddenly screamed while her body bucked and writhed under Ethan.

"Oh fuck," Ethan said his face contorted with what seemed to be both pleasure and pain. "I'm going to cum."

"Don't cum in her pussy baby. Cum into my mouth," Kate ordered him.

Ethan pulled his pussy juice drenched cock out of Mona and then Kate instantly wrapped her mouth around it. He fucked Kate's mouth for a minute and then cried out and spilled his cum into her mouth. Ethan then fell onto the bed with a woman on either side of him.

For the next few hours I watched as Ethan fuck the women repeatedly and I also watched Kate and Mona lick and suck each other.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do next. That stupid horny stripper ruin my plans, even worse she might even tell them what I had been doing. I needed to do something soon before I lost any chance I had to get Kate back.



Obsession Ch. 02



"You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?" Kelsey grimaced with irritation as Jess stared blankly at the poster on the wall.

"What?" her friend replied after a long interval. 

"I SAID, who're you gonna go to the dance with?"

Jess shrugged. She'd had several offers this week, but none of them interested her. The only boy she wanted to go with seemed to be ignoring her completely and this irked her beyond comprehension. 

Since that afternoon on the athletics field, she'd seen Daniel several times. On each occasion he had barely given her a second glance. At first she'd felt surprisingly hurt, which shocked her. Then she began to feel annoyed. How dare he ignore her!

"I dunno if I'm going," Jess muttered. She pulled her mobile from her bag when it buzzed to indicate a message received. The text was from Neil Patterson. She didn't know how he had found out her mobile number, but all week he had been sending her text messages. It was becoming increasingly irritating.

"Aw come on, Jess! If you don't go, I'll be stuck with Mel and Kyle all evening." Kelsey followed Jess down the corridor towards the cafeteria. She saw Neil Patterson lurking in the entrance to one of the classrooms with a goofy expression on his face, but true to form, Jess blanked him as she passed by. 

Seeing the crestfallen look on Neil's face almost persuaded Kelsey to feel sorry for him – until she remembered the day he'd laughed at her feeble attempt to play netball and her heart hardened. No, he deserved all he got. 

"Come on," Kelsey wheedled as they queued up for some lunch. "You have to come along to the dance." She reached into the display cabinet and pulled a salad out. It looked about as appetising as a plate of cardboard, but, she reminded herself grimly, no pain, no gain. 

On Saturday the bathroom scales had informed her she was overweight and she'd been on a diet ever since. So far she'd gained two pounds, which was pretty depressing since all she'd eaten was rabbit food for five days. 

At this rate, Kelsey thought bitterly, I'll be a size zero by the time I'm menopausal.

Jess selected a cheese and ham roll, and moved towards the cashier. "I don't know if I can be bothered to go to the stupid dance," she said whilst ruminating over the cartons of fruit juice. "I have my English assignment to finish." 

Kelsey chose a bottle of spring water. 

That'll be me peeing all afternoon, she thought wryly. "The dance will be fun. You work too damned hard. Live a little!" She glanced at Jess sideways as they passed by the dour Mrs Kipling who was sitting next to the cash register.

"I doubt it'll be THAT much fun. Besides, hard work is good for the soul." Jess headed for a window seat and Kelsey followed in despair. This was proving more difficult than she had ever envisaged. Where had the fun girl who'd been her friend forever and a day gone? This version of Jess was becoming a pain in the arse. She had been in a world of her own all week.

"What's up, Jess?" asked Kelsey curiously. 

"Nothing, I just..." Jess's voice trailed off as she noticed Daniel walking across the room. For a second he caught her eye and she felt the sparks flutter deep inside her belly, then Imelda Mackey crossed his path and his attention was diverted.

Jess watched with thinly veiled disgust as Imelda wove strands of curly red hair through her fingers whilst thrusting her pneumatic breasts in Daniel's face. When he smiled warmly at the porn-star wannabe, Jess felt like ramming a fork in his handsome head. 

"Hey Daniel," purred Imelda huskily. "I saw you on the track today and you looked," she ran a scorching gaze down his body before continuing with a faint laugh, "pretty hot!" Long lashes fluttered saucily and Daniel tried without much success to lift his gaze from her cleavage.

"Thanks err..."

"Imelda," the girl supplied quickly. "I'm your number one fan."

Daniel laughed good-naturedly. "I don't think I'm worthy of such adoration yet, but thanks anyway!" He could see Jess watching him out of the corner of his eye. The hostility of her expression was evident and he felt a jolt of guilt stab him sharply.

He knew he'd been ignoring her blatantly all week, but he wasn't entirely sure why. Part of him wanted to talk to her, to get to know her, but another part of him recognised that she was dangerous. She scared him shitless, was the God's honest truth. 

Imelda was talking to him in a breathy voice and he hurriedly tuned back in, aware that he'd been staring out of the large windows - and at Jess. 

"...so I was wondering if you wanted to go to the dance with me?" 

Imelda stared at Daniel hopefully and he thought fast. Dance? Then he remembered seeing the poster by the admin office. If memory served him correctly, the dance was this coming Friday.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall young man approach Jess's table. She blessed the usurper with a brilliant smile and Daniel experienced a cramp of jealousy. He knew it was ridiculous given the fact he was talking to Imelda, but reason and logic had fled the room it seemed.

Reluctantly he dragged his attention back to the redhead standing before him. "Sure, I'd love to," he heard himself say. 

"Cool!" Imelda grinned with delight. Without warning, she flung her arms around his neck and locked lips with him in a passionate kiss. He was dimly aware of a few whistles from the other students as Imelda's enormous breasts pressed firmly against his chest and her tongue thrust into his mouth.

As soon as was practical, he pushed her away gently; he didn't want to offend, but nor did he want to be the subject of gossip all year. Imelda was left smirking like the cat that'd scoffed the cream and he wondered if maybe he'd been manipulated a little. Well it was too late now – he'd uttered the fatal words and the whole cafeteria was his witness.

Jess felt nausea rise up into her throat. Watching Imelda bloody Mackay kiss Daniel was like seeing an anaconda in action on the Discovery Channel. The girl was home to more diseases than a STD clinic. Did he have no standards? She fumed silently as Neil Patterson waffled on into her ear. 

As she struggled to control her temper, she saw Daniel walking towards their table and she turned to Neil in a flash. "Yes, I'd LOVE to go to the dance with you," she announced loudly, just as Daniel was mere feet from her table, a bottle of fruit juice in one hand.

"Er...what?" spluttered Neil in surprise. "You'll go to the dance with me?" He looked positively shell shocked; hardly able to comprehend that the girl of his dreams had agreed to be his escort. 

Holy shit, he marvelled silently. The lads were never going to fucking believe his stroke of luck – the bet was surely in the bag now!

"I do believe I said that, yes," replied Jess tightly, unable to prevent a trace of sarcasm escaping.

"Ace!" beamed Neil happily, already picturing the envious stares of his peers as HE, Neil Patterson, swaggered into the hall with the drop dead gorgeous, Jess Walker, on his arm. 

He barely noticed the black look Daniel was throwing in his direction. Jess intercepted the stare and briefly raised her eyebrow superciliously, before turning her back on him pointedly. He'd had his chance, she thought angrily. The minute he'd chosen that slut, Imelda, over her, was the minute he'd blown it. Just to emphasise the point that she wasn't interested in Daniel anymore, she stood and placed one arm across Neil's skinny shoulder. 

"I'm really looking forward to the dance now," she cooed in his ear. Arching her back, she allowed him to feel the tips of her breasts rubbing his chest. 

She heard him suck in a sharp breath before he said, "Me too..."

Kelsey sat watching the scene unfold with a sense that she was missing something important. She knew damn well Jess was not interested in Neil Patterson, so why on earth her friend had suddenly agreed to attend the dance with him, when not less than fifteen minutes previously she had insisted she wasn't going to go to, completely baffled her. And then there was the look on Jess's face when Imelda Mackay made a pass at that hot guy, Daniel. Not to mention the almost matching expression on Daniel's face right before he sat down at a nearby table with a ferocious look.

The whole thing was beginning to give her a tension headache. It was nothing a plate of chips with mayonnaise wouldn't cure, but instead, here she was, stuck with a pile of rabbit food. It was almost enough to make her cry.

Miserably she lifted a limp strand of lettuce and chewed on it. God it tasted like...nothing! Movement attracted her attention and she looked up curiously. Neil's friend, Ethan, had appeared from nowhere and was prodding Neil on the arm.

"Better hurry up, Mate," he said. "Miss Jackson is looking for you."

"Oh fuck," Neil muttered crossly. "I forgot to go see her." He turned to Jess again. "Shall I call you tonight?" he asked slightly nervously.

"Sure," Jess said brightly, aware that Daniel was still nearby. 

Neil looked pleased. "Okay, talk to you later," he said. Clumsily he lunged forward to kiss Jess, but she averted her face at the last minute and his lips brushed her cheek instead. Half raising a hand, he walked away, still looking a little surprised. 

Ethan said something to Neil and slapped him on the back encouragingly. Then, much to Kelsey's surprise, he turned round and winked at her. For a second she grinned at Ethan, a warm feeling stealing over her, until she suddenly realised that he was probably only taking the piss. Ethan was cute – why would he look at her? Of course he wouldn't, she thought crossly. Her smile faded like the sun disappearing behind a cloud, and she turned back to Jess.

Jess was staring pensively at the half eaten roll sitting sadly before her. "If you aren't going to eat that, can I have it?" Kelsey asked hopefully.

"Sure," Jess replied dully. She shoved the plate across the table. "It's all yours." 

Kelsey took a bite and sighed happily. Now this was more like REAL food. It would have been nicer with a side order of chips, but hey, a girl couldn't have everything.

"What's all this with Neil?" she asked after a moment. "I thought you couldn't stand him?"

"He's okay," Jess replied defensively.

Kelsey laughed. "Yeah right – that's not what you said last week!" she snorted. 

"I changed my mind about him, okay!" She scowled and flicked her hair back. "Anyway, I thought you wanted me to go to the stupid dance, so quit whining."

"I do, but I just don't get why you asked Neil."

"Forget it, Kelsey - I don't want to talk about it now. I got a tutorial with Mr Spencer so I'll catch you later." She stood abruptly and grabbed her bag. Smoothing her skirt down over sleek tanned thighs, she sauntered past Daniel, refusing to even look at him. There was a discernible chill in the air as she swept out of the room.

Daniel drank the rest of his juice morosely and wondered what the odds were of Neil having a fatal accident in the next forty-eight hours. He could see Imelda watching him, surrounded by her giggling friends, but he had no intention of going over there. 

It bothered him that he'd allowed Jess to get under his skin. That hadn't been the plan at all. His plan had been to mind his own business and concentrate on the reason why he was here – athletics. Now everything had gone awry and he was not only stuck with an unwanted date to the dance, he was also obsessing over a girl.

He sighed heavily as he stared unseeingly out across the playing fields. There was nothing he could do about Imelda now, he reasoned. He had no desire to hurt her feelings, so he would do as agreed and go to the dance with her. As for Jess, well that was more difficult. Ignoring her hadn't worked, nor had trying to avoid her. 

He was beginning to think that maybe he should have just let things take their course. Maybe then he would have lost interest by now, although given the way he was reacting at the moment, he doubted that would have been the case. 

With a growl of irritation, he stood and drained the last of the juice. It was time for some hard training in the gym; it might distract him enough to gain some peace. He grabbed his stuff and stalked out of the cafeteria, oblivious to the smouldering looks Imelda was throwing at him.

Kelsey watched him go with interest. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she felt certain that Jess's strange behaviour of late had something to do with that guy. He was the only boy she'd ever seen Jess take an interest in. He was also the only boy who'd not fallen at her friend's feet within five minutes. 

It appeared that the dance tomorrow night was going to be more interesting than she'd anticipated. Kelsey didn't have a date for it, but for once she didn't care. She didn't want to be distracted by some annoying boy when she had other more important things to worry about. Oh no, she'd go along with Mel and Kyle, and observe from the sidelines. Tomorrow night was where the action was going to be.

* * *

Jess grudgingly allowed Neil to take her arm as they crossed the hall. Because they were late, the large room was already packed with students, milling around in small groups and enjoying the music. Coloured lights twinkled from above the stage where a local band was playing some of their rock songs.

Several people waved greetings at Jess and she waved back with gritted teeth. Neil Patterson was the last person she wanted to be seen with, but she'd stupidly gotten herself into this mess and she had to live with the consequences. It was all Daniel's fault and despite her antipathy towards him, she couldn't help but scan the crowds to see if he was here.

So far he didn't appear to be. This was something of a blessing, she thought miserably. At least now, seeing him with that slut, Imelda, wouldn't torment her.

"Wanna drink?" Neil politely asked. 

"Er, yeah, sure," Jess replied, reluctantly dragging her attention back to Neil. 

"Take a seat and I'll go fetch us some punch."

As there was nothing else to do, Jess plonked herself down at a vacant table and stared mournfully across the room. She felt tired and cross; hardly the best mood to be in at a dance. She knew she looked great – Neil had told her so – but she was wondering why she'd bothered. It seemed a waste of time when the one person whose opinion mattered was absent.

* * *

Daniel was standing in the doorway to the hall as he waited for Imelda to hang up her coat in the cloakroom. He was already in a bad mood having had to wait for her to finish getting ready. Sitting in her front room listening to her obnoxious father shout obscenities, whilst his football team played abysmally, was not Daniel's idea of a fun night out.

When eventually Imelda had appeared, he had graciously told her she looked lovely. In fact she'd looked like a cheap hooker, but he didn't have the heart to say so. There was no way he was taking her out again after this evening. She just wasn't his type at all.

He cast a jaded eye across the other students and wondered how short a time he could stay without upsetting Imelda too much. Then his gaze fell upon Jess, sitting all alone. For a second his heart jumped joyfully. She looked so sad, her pale blonde hair cascading across her shoulders like white gold. 

The urge to walk over and talk to her was almost overwhelming. Then Neil appeared, carrying two plastic cups of punch, and Daniel felt cold disappointment wash over him like a bitter squall of rain. Now he had no chance to explain himself and he had nobody to blame but himself.

* * *

"Sure," Jess replied listlessly when Neil suggested they dance to one of the slow tracks. She stood and followed him onto the dance floor, trying not to cringe when he placed his hands on her hips, surreptitiously groping her bottom in the process. The scent of his aftershave was making her feel nauseous, but fighting the desire to push him away, Jess began to move to the beat of the song.

The lyrical notes slowly soothed her ragged thoughts and she relaxed a little. Maybe Neil wasn't so bad, she told herself firmly. So far, he'd been the perfect gentleman. No attempts to kiss her or crude innuendo laden conversation. Part of her hoped she'd misjudged him, but the cynical part reminded her it was unlikely.

The only positive slant to the evening was the fact that Neil's friend Ethan appeared to be interested in Kelsey. He'd sat down at their table and the two of them had been chattering away all night. Jess really hoped Ethan wasn't playing some kind of game, as she knew Kelsey fancied the pants off him. On the surface, however, Ethan seemed genuinely interested. 

Kelsey was throwing her gleeful looks, but Jess resisted the impulse to scowl back in case Ethan noticed. The last thing she wanted was for Ethan to suspect anything was wrong. It seemed unfair to spoil Neil's evening and although she had no intention of repeating this experience, it wasn't Neil's fault he was acting as a stand-in for the real object of her interest - the person who was currently being groped by a very drunk Imelda Mackay. 

* * *

Daniel pushed Imelda's hand off his thigh for what felt like the millionth time. It had taken him awhile to discover that she was swigging neat vodka from a plastic coke bottle. By the time he HAD realised, his date was well and truly pissed. Her voice slurred dangerously as she cooed in his ear.

"Wanna go for a walk outshide wish me?" she hiccupped. 

"Not at the moment, thanks," he said politely. He wondered how on earth he was going to get her home. With the state she was in, it wasn't going to be easy

A glimpse of blonde hair on the dance floor caught his eye and he looked up. Jess was dancing with Neil and her head rested on his shoulder as the band played a slow, romantic ballad. Her eyes were half closed as the haunting music coloured the whole room rosy pink.

Suddenly he wished it were he with whom she was dancing. The stupid game he'd played seemed unbelievably childish now. He had blown it – she was with another guy and unlikely to forgive him for ignoring her so many times.

The pale pink dress she wore hugged her slim frame like a glove. As she swept nearer his table, he admired the long legs that flexed as she moved. The graceful line of her neck was as elegant as a swan's and he struggled to control the sensation that he had lost something special; something he would never be able to regain.

Imelda had slumped into a catatonic state beside him and he looked at her with distaste. "I wanna go home," she said eventually. "I feel sick..."

"Come on," Daniel said exasperatedly. "I think you need some fresh air." He hauled her to her feet and supported her slack weight easily. Now as long as she didn't puke up all over him, everything would be just fine. 

Ignoring the amused glances from other students, Daniel dragged Imelda from the room and headed down the corridor towards the exit door.

* * *

The song finished and Jess was jerked back to reality by the realisation that Neil's hand was touching the curve of her breast. "Gerroff!" she hissed, trying not to attract attention from anyone.

"Aw come on, Jess, don't be like that," he said with a smile. 

Jess's eyes flashed with anger and she shoved him away, hard. "Just because I agreed to come with you tonight, does not give you the right to grope me!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. My hand slipped." Neil looked apologetic.

She didn't believe a word of it. Besides, she'd had enough of the whole damned evening. Kelsey at least was snuggled up with Ethan. Jess doubted that her friend would even notice she'd gone if she left now.

"Look, I have a headache," Jess muttered flatly. "Can you take me home, please?"

Neil began to look mutinous. This wasn't quite how he envisaged his evening progressing. There was a lot of money riding on tonight and he had no intention of giving up just yet. 




Obsession Ch. 02



"Okay, let's go and collect your coat and I'll give you a ride home." He respectfully took her elbow and escorted her towards the exit door. Jess noted that Daniel and Imelda had vanished and she briefly entertained a vision of them making out in the toilets, or something equally as sordid; it was about Imelda's level.

The dimly lit cloakroom was deserted when Jess walked in. Her coat was hanging on a peg where she'd left it and she was about to put it on when two hands snaked around her waist.

"Neil!" she complained, "I said NO!"

"Come on, Jess, I know 'NO' always means 'YES' with you girls. You're gagging for it, aren't you?"

Jess felt him pressing into her body with the unmistakable ridge of his erection against her bottom. "'No' means 'NO', you asshole!"

He moved his hands up to cup her breasts and she began to struggle. For all Neil's lean size, he was far stronger than he appeared. Almost effortlessly he managed to pin her against the wooden bench and the first stirrings of fear flared brightly in her mind.

* * *

Imelda was sitting on the curb with her head in her hands. Her friend Sarah was next to her, talking in a low voice. Daniel felt like a spare part since there appeared to be very little he could do. Sarah had called Imelda's brother and he was on his way to collect her.

"She'll be alright; she does this a lot," Sarah explained with a shrug. 

"Great," Daniel replied caustically. He just wished he'd known Imelda was an alcoholic before he agreed to accompany her.

"You can go if you like," Sarah said. "I'll take care of her now."

"You sure?" 

"Yeah."

Daniel shrugged. He cast one final pitying look at Imelda and then he left the two girls alone before Sarah changed her mind. Remembering his abandoned jacket on a seat in the hall, he wandered back inside the building to retrieve it. It was late now and there seemed very little point in hanging about. Besides, he had training early tomorrow morning so he figured it was time to head home.

The corridor was quiet but for the thump of music emanating from the hall. Silently mulling over the events of the evening, he almost didn't hear the sharp scream that echoed faintly from somewhere nearby. A prickle of adrenaline ran down his spine and he stood still, listening intently, trying to work out where the sound had come from.

There was a clatter from down where the cloakrooms were situated and Daniel immediately sprinted towards it. It might well turn out to be some kids messing about, but he wasn't about to stand by and ignore it.

* * *

Jess struggled against the arm that pinned her down, but it was no use, Neil seemed oblivious to her lack of cooperation. 

"Did you know your nickname is the 'Ice Maiden'?" Neil told her with a laugh. "We all have bets on as to who's gonna melt you."

"You're disgusting," spat Jess. She tried to raise her knee sharply, but he blocked her easily. Surely somebody would be here in a minute. There had to be some of the faculty wandering about the building. Didn't there?

Neil moved closer, his sour breath making her gag. "Personally, I think you're frigid, Jess," he said with a sigh. "You just don't know what you're missing. Maybe if you warmed up some, you might enjoy this."

"Maybe Hell will freeze over first." She took a deep breath and screamed loudly. The sound was abruptly cut off when Neil slapped a hand across her mouth. A struggle ensued as Jess fought to escape, cursing the damned stupid shoes she'd put on earlier. A crate of lost property fell off the bench and several pairs of mismatched football boots scattered across the floor in a messy sprawl.

"What's going on?" 

Daniel's voice bounced off the tiled floor and Neil jumped back, releasing his grip on Jess's arm.

"Nothing, mate," he said quickly. "We were just getting to know each other."

Realising she was free, Jess quickly grabbed her coat and ran from the room, angry tears threatening to spill from her stinging eyes. If she never saw Neil again it would be too soon. Daniel could see how upset she was as she flew past, but as much as instinct implored he follow her, he ignored it and turned to face Neil again.

"It seems to me like she wasn't too happy with you," he said levelly, his voice belying the seething fury swirling beneath the surface of his calm demeanour.

Neil shrugged and smiled. "She got the wrong end of the stick. Bloody women eh?" He snickered and regarded Daniel with amusement as if they were both privy to some private joke. 

"Well I don't know about you," replied Daniel, "but I prefer to treat women with respect. I find it gets me a lot further." He moved so swiftly that Neil didn't realise what was happening until he found himself pinned against the wall. 

"If you ever touch her again – I'll kill you. Understand?"

"Er...yeah," stammered Neil. He didn't make an attempt to fight back – Daniel was far bigger than he.

"Good. I'm glad you see my point. I wouldn't want YOU to get the wrong end of the stick." He stepped back and observed Neil menacingly. "Now fuck off."

Neil didn't need asking twice. He shot out of the room, eager to make his escape before Daniel beat the crap out of him.

* * *

It was cold outside but Jess was oblivious. She was sitting on a bench beneath some elm trees, shaking with shock. The evening had been a disaster and she was still struggling to work out how she'd gotten Neil so wrong. He had seemed nice earlier on – certainly no sexual predator. Had she inadvertently given him the wrong signals? Was she to blame for the way he had tried to touch her?

The more she thought about it, the less she understood. Sitting on the hard bench, she felt ashamed as she considered that maybe it was all her own fault. Perhaps she had led him on. A lone tear trickled down her pale cheek as misery seeped through her veins like ice. When Daniel sat beside her, she almost flew off the seat in panic. 

"Hey!" he said hurriedly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

His dark eyes bore into hers and for the first time all evening, she felt something flicker inside - something warm and promising.

"Shouldn't you be with Imelda?" Jess asked with a sniff.

"Imelda's gone home. She was a little worse for wear after polishing off the best part of a bottle of vodka." He rolled his eyes and grinned engagingly. "Anyway, forget her – I'm more interested in you."

"You are?" Jess asked dully. 

"Yes. I am." He reached out to touch her arm and she flinched slightly.

"Did that asshole hurt you?" Daniel felt a sudden surge of renewed anger at the thought of Jess being subjected to some kind of assault.

"No. Not really." She began to cry, unable to stem the tide of emotion.

His skin smelt of warm spices. His arms around her felt strong; they soothed the ragged pulse of her heart and quieted the anxiety that had stricken her since the scene with Neil. Slowly a strange kind of serenity slipped over her and the chill of the night air was replaced with a vague sense of heat that stirred deep within her.

"It's late," she said finally, lifting her face from the curve of his neck.

"Let me give you a lift home," said Daniel gently as he pushed some damp strands of hair from her cheek

She sighed. "Okay, thanks." 

* * *

Kelsey watched Ethan talking to Neil by the door and she wondered where Jess had gone. She hadn't seen Jess leave and it seemed odd that Neil appeared to be without her. Although, judging by the sour expression on Neil's face, Jess had probably blown him out of the water.

Just like she did with every boy she dated. 

Sometimes Kelsey despaired of her friend. Jess acted like it was a terrible curse to be beautiful. Kelsey would kill to have a fraction of the attention that Jess seemed oblivious to every single day. Instead, she had to be content with Jess's cast off's - although Ethan didn't fall into that category. He was one of the few who had never shown any interest in Jess. 

For a second Ethan looked over at Kelsey and she felt her face break out in a goofy smile immediately. Oh god, she had it bad, she thought crossly. Given that Jess had apparently done a vanishing act, Kelsey decided to nip outside and text her. A bit of fresh air would do her the power of good. She made her way across the crowded hall, holding her mobile up when Ethan looked at her questioningly as she passed him. He nodded and returned to his conversation with Neil.

It was cool outside and the sky twinkled with silvery stars high above the ugly modern college buildings. Kelsey impatiently tapped out a quick message to Jess and hit send. She waited for a few minutes, but there was no reply. A frown flickered over her face and she wondered what exactly had happened between Jess and Neil. Whatever it was, it had to have been bad. 

Hopefully Ethan would know something. She shoved the phone back in her bag and turned to head back inside. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a car driving slowly across the car park with a blonde girl sitting in the passenger seat. Staring hard, Kelsey suddenly realised it was Jess and she sucked in a sharp breath.

What the hell was Jess doing? Unless Kelsey was mistaken, the driver of the car was Daniel, the new boy. This was certainly confusing. Something was definitely going on, but what that something was, who knew, because she sure as hell didn't. Damn that girl had some explaining to do tomorrow! 

But in the meantime, Ethan was waiting for her. She wasn't about to let Jess spoil what would hopefully become a promising friendship. She liked Ethan and, so far, he seemed to like her. Checking her reflection in a small mirror, she reapplied some lipstick before she followed the sound of music back into the hall. 

The night was still relatively young and she was having far more fun than she'd ever thought possible. Thoughts of Jess were wiped from her head as the beat of the latest song washed over her. Ethan appeared from nowhere and slipped an arm around her waist.

"Hey, I missed you," he whispered in her ear. 

Kelsey glowed with happiness as he swept her onto the dance floor and they began to gently sway to the song playing. All thoughts of diets and exercise were vanquished. Ethan liked her just the way she was. If he preferred skinny girls, he'd have gone for Jess. But he hadn't – he had chosen her. For once she felt like she'd scooped the top prize in the raffle; it felt good.

* * *

Daniel pulled up outside a large house looming at the end of a tree-lined drive. Security lights glowed brightly around a porch, but there appeared to be very few signs of life. He yanked the hand brake on and turned to face Jess. "Well here we are then," he said. 

She had been silent on the journey back to her house, with the exception of giving him directions a couple of times. It was hard to know what was going through her mind, but he didn't like to ask. 

Eventually she spoke. "Thanks...for this." Her pale face glowed in the muted light of the car interior and he felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

His breath caught in his throat and for a second he struggled to formulate a reply. She exuded raw sexuality and she didn't even know it. "I didn't do much," he replied with a faint smile.

One small hand reached out and touched his arm. "You did a whole lot more than that. If you hadn't come along when you did, well, I don't know what—" 

Jess broke off abruptly. She shuddered noticeably and Daniel felt his body tighten as anger flooded through his veins again.

Wrapping his own large hand over hers he said, "If he so much as looks at you funny, just say the word and he's dead meat." 

Jess's mouth curved in a half smile, but there was no mirth in her expression. "He's not worth the effort," she sighed. "But thanks anyway."

Without warning she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his cheek. The scent of her subtle perfume wafted across his nose and Daniel almost forgot to breathe. He turned his head as she began to sit back, and, grasping her chin gently, he kissed her lips.

He caught the expression of surprise in her eyes, but she didn't protest. She tasted divine - sweet and intoxicating. As the pressure of his mouth increased, he felt her lean further into him and the swell of her breasts brushed his chest. A small mewling sound escaped when her lips parted to allow his tongue access to the warm wet cavern of her mouth.

Feeling his cock harden to uncomfortable proportions, Daniel reluctantly broke the kiss. Jess was staring at him in surprise when he pulled back. Even in the dim light he could see the flush on her cheeks. He just hoped she wouldn't spot his hard on. 

Suddenly, without warning, Jess yanked the passenger door open and shot out of the car. 

"Wait!" Daniel yelled in surprise. But it was too late – she was half way up the drive in seconds, her long blonde hair flying like a banner in the glow from the lamps. "Damn", he muttered. He'd blown it now. 

A flash of silver caught his eye and he noticed she had dropped her phone in the rush to escape. Well he didn't dare go and knock on her door now – it was late and her parents might be pissed if he woke them up. Tomorrow he would let her know the phone was safe. With a sigh of frustration, he released the hand brake and drove down the silent street, heading back towards town again. It was late and he needed to be up early for training.

Somehow he had the feeling that sleep was going to be elusive tonight. His body was too busy working overtime on imagining what Jess looked like naked. Opening the window with a growl, he let the chilly air blast over him in an unsuccessful attempt to cool his ardour. Get a grip, he told himself once more. 

* * *

The house was silent as Jess made her way up to her room. A note had been left in the kitchen informing her some food was in the fridge, but she wasn't hungry, so she left it. She craved the familiarity of her cosy bedroom. Maybe in the comforting surroundings of her space she'd be able to quell the maelstrom of emotions that were rioting in her brain.

Flinging herself on the bed, Jess closed her eyes. The truth was, she was scared of the way she'd reacted to Daniel. On the face of things, it had merely been a kiss. But below the surface, it had been a whole lot more. She had kissed boys before. Sometimes she had even enjoyed it. But never had she reacted in such a powerful way to a simple kiss.

It felt like a switch had been flicked on within her body. From the moment he'd touched her, fireworks had exploded and everything had gone into meltdown. The small part of her brain that had continued to function had immediately set alarm bells ringing. Rather than question her response, she'd done the only thing she could do – she had run away. 

Now, lying on her bed, she wondered what Daniel must have thought. All week she had imagined the exact same scenario. Now it had happened, she had reacted like a crazy woman. Thumping the mattress angrily, she wished she were more confident and worldly wise.

Maybe Neil had been right in his assessment. Maybe she was frigid. Finding out her nickname was the ice maiden was hurtful in the extreme. Just because she didn't put out to all and sundry, like Imelda Mackay, they thought there was something wrong with her! It might have been funny if the memory of Neil trying to touch her weren't quite so disturbing.

But none of that seemed important now. It was Daniel who preyed on her mind. It was Daniel who had infected her like a virus. She just wondered whether he had given her a second thought.

What she really needed to do was talk to Kelsey. Her friend might be able to help her sort through the mess in her head and make sense of it all. Jess reached out and grabbed her bag, rooting through it in search of her mobile. When she failed to find it, she groaned. Oh no, it must have dropped out somewhere! 

She thought hard. It had been in her bag after the debacle with Neil because she'd heard it blip when Daniel was with her. This meant it must have fallen out in his car. Oh hell, now she would have to find him and retrieve it. How embarrassing.

Picking up the house phone from her dresser, she dialled her own number.

* * *

Daniel was lost in thought when Jess's mobile rang. He reached out and grabbed it curiously; he had no intention of answering one of her calls, but he couldn't help but wonder who would be calling at such a late hour.

The caller display indicated it was 'HOME' ringing. This meant it had to be Jess on the other end of the line. He wondered if she realised her phone was with him. 

"Hello?" he said when he flipped the phone open.

"Do you have my phone?"

"Well it would appear so since I've just answered it!" Daniel grinned with amusement.

"I didn't know where I'd dropped it." 

"I found it in my car. You were in rather a rush to leave as I recall..." 

Silence reigned for a few moments. "Sorry." Jess's voice was so faint Daniel almost didn't hear her.

"No, I'm sorry," he replied. "I shouldn't have kissed you." He struggled to find the right words. "Not after what happened earlier, anyway."

He heard her sigh. "That wasn't your fault." There was another long silence before she said softly, "I liked you kissing me."

That threw him. It also gave him an instant hard on again. The effect she had on him was so powerful that merely the mental image of kissing her sweet lips was enough to have him aching within seconds. "Did you?" he felt compelled to ask.

"Yes, I did."

"Shall we do it again sometime?" A small trace of amusement crept back into his voice and he crossed his fingers and hoped she didn't back off again.

"If you want to."

"Oh I want." He wanted very much.

She was silent and he presumed she was considering this. "When can I get my phone back?" 

"How about now?" That came from nowhere and he didn't know why he'd said it. It was late and he had to be up early – he should be heading to bed, not driving over to her house again.

"It's late," she said, reading his mind. "But I guess you could come over...if it isn't too much trouble?"

"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Okay. Walk round the back of the house and I'll meet you by the conservatory."

"Won't your parents freak out?" The last thing he wanted was to be arrested on charges of attempted burglary.

"They're asleep."

"See you soon, Jess," he said. He loved the way her name sounded. It made him smile and as the line went dead, he wondered what in the hell he was doing. It was insane.

* * *

Jess nervously pulled a brush through her hair as she stood in her kitchen. The house was silent but for a creak here and there. She had deliberately not switched any lights on for fear of rousing her parents. If they appeared, asking if she was okay, she was screwed. Fortunately they slept like the dead most of the time.

She pulled her robe tightly around her body, thinking perhaps she should have pulled some clothes back on. But it was too late now. The faint sound of a car indicated Daniel was probably there. Once again she tried to figure out what had motivated her to invite him over. It certainly wasn't her mobile phone. She could have waited until tomorrow to retrieve that.

Something else had made her ask him to bring it - something devilish and out of character. A faint tapping on the glass door outside made her jump. Suddenly her nerve deserted her and she felt adrenaline surge through her system as a primal urge attempted to send her fleeing for safety. Gripping the tie of her dressing gown tightly she took several deep breaths and tried to calm down.

"He's only brought my phone back," she whispered to herself. Shaking slightly, she walked through into the conservatory and unlocked the double doors. Daniel seemed taller than ever as he stood there, smiling faintly.




Obsession Ch. 02



She stepped to one side and allowed him into the room. The door swung shut behind him and they stood staring at one another, the air thick with tension.

"One mobile phone," he said eventually, handing the small Nokia to her. Their fingers touched and Jess felt a jolt of electricity shoot up her arm. 

"Thank you for bringing it over so late."

"That's okay." He shrugged. 

There was silence and Jess felt her cheeks burning in the muted light. All her senses were working on overtime and she didn't know what to say now. His presence was almost overwhelming and the airy room felt suddenly claustrophobic. 

"I guess I'd better go," he said softly, even though he made no effort to move an inch.

"Yeah, I guess you should..." Jess felt her breathing quicken as he stared at her, his eyes dark like the night. It felt like she was teetering on the edge of a precipice; one false move and she could fall blindly into the unknown. Her mind was torn. As much as she wanted to kiss him again, to feel him close to her – she was afraid.

They both moved at the same instant. Before she had even thought about the consequences, Jess was in his arms and they were kissing passionately. Daniel's body was hard against her and she felt his hands pulling her close as his mouth explored hers. Voluntarily her lips parted to allow his questing tongue access and she moaned softly.

Despite the chill of the conservatory, her skin was burning up from within. When Daniel stepped backwards and sank down on to a soft sofa, she fell with him in a tangle of limbs, suddenly uncaring of where this encounter was heading.

She was half lying on top of him, her hair cascading down over her shoulders in a curtain of gold. The robe she was wearing had slipped off one shoulder and her thin tee shirt was revealed. The cotton clung to her gentle curves like a second skin and she didn't protest when Daniels fingers brushed lightly against the swell of her breast.

Daniel broke the feverish kiss and pushed her away slightly. "I'm sorry," he apologised. "I didn't mean for this to happen...again."

She stared at him through hazy eyes, trying to make sense of the words he was speaking. It took a moment for the meaning to actually sink in, but despite her panicked reaction after they had kissed in his car, much of her self-preservation instinct had been smothered. It seemed that the sensible portion of her brain had shut down completely, completely overwhelmed by the lust racing through her veins. 

Jess leaned forward and kissed him again, seeking to reassure him that she was comfortable with what they were doing. 

"Are you sure?" he reiterated when they paused for breath.

"Yes," she whispered in his ear, brushing her lips teasingly across his neck and enjoying the subtle scent of light cologne. She really didn't know what she was doing, but she hoped that it wouldn't matter. 

Daniel pushed her back as he sat up more and pulled her astride his lap. Watching her reaction carefully, he pulled the tie of her robe open and pushed the garment off her shoulders so that it pooled in a heap around her waist. 

"You're so beautiful," he said reverently.

Jess watched, spellbound, as he traced a pathway from the edge of her jaw, down her neck until he reached the swell of her breasts. She felt the breath catch in her chest as he slowly brushed across her taut nipple. The sensation he invoked was exquisite and she gasped out loud, momentarily closing her eyes.

Cupping her breasts with both hands he kissed her lips again, before moving his mouth down, tasting each portion of flesh as if it were a fine dish in an expensive restaurant. When he pushed the spaghetti straps of her top down her arms and her naked breasts were revealed, Jess felt a momentary sense of panic.

This was immediately quashed when his lips closed around one erect nipple and sucked gently. "Ohh..." she moaned helplessly. She had never experienced anything as intense as this. 

He moved his mouth to the other aching nipple and she gripped his head tightly, holding on for dear life. Without realising what she was doing, she ground her body against his, seeking some kind of relief from the riot of emotions that seethed deep within. 

"God, Jess!" Daniel protested. "You're killing me!" His pained expression reminded her that he was as turned on as she and she stopped moving. 

"I'm sorry," she said in a shaky voice. Fuck, this was rapidly getting out of control. 

"JESS?" The sound of a disembodied voice floated into the conservatory and they both jumped apart like they'd been scalded.

"Shit!" Jess said in horror. "It's my Mum! You better get outta here."

Daniel jumped up and pulled Jess with him. With a wary glance into the dark kitchen, he dropped a kiss on her lips before shooting off outside. In a flash he was gone, swallowed up by the velvety night.

Jess swiftly pulled her tee-shirt back up and straightened her robe. She could do nothing about the state of her hair or the rosy flush on her cheeks, but she hoped her mum wouldn't be paying too much attention at this time of night.

"What on earth are you doing up at this hour?" her mum asked with annoyance.

"Nothing much," replied Jess in a monosyllabic tone. "I couldn't sleep."

Her mum glanced at the door suspiciously before saying, "Well make sure you lock up before you go to bed."

"Sure, whatever."

As soon as she was alone again, she sank down onto a chair, staring unseeing into the inky depths of the garden. Her head was reeling and sleep was the farthest thing from her mind. 

From the terracotta tiled floor, her phone suddenly rang and she nearly hit the ceiling with shock. The screen indicated that it was an unfamiliar number. "Hello?" she asked warily.

"It's me." Daniel's husky voice sent tingles down her spine and she subconsciously rubbed her thighs together.

"Hi," she replied coolly, unwilling to let him know he had the upper hand already.

"I just wanted to say good night..."

"Good night, Daniel." The line went dead and Jess flipped the phone shut again. She smiled and hugged herself tightly. Arousal still buzzed through her with little aftershocks, but apart from that distraction she felt surprisingly calm. The road ahead was an unknown one, but she was looking forward to the journey.

* * *

Kelsey stared at her phone for the fiftieth time and wondered what had happened to Jess. She'd tried asking Neil, but he had stonewalled her completely. Ethan obviously had some idea, but he wasn't saying. 

She sighed heavily. Neil's bad mood had spoilt her evening in the end. Ethan had originally offered to walk her home and she had hoped he might want to come in for a coffee, but Neil had insisted on drinking too much and Ethan had been forced to accompany him home in the end.

Kelsey had been left with Mel and Kyle, wondering once again why her luck with men was so atrocious. She was going to give Jess a piece of her mind first thing tomorrow. (Well, when she dragged her carcass out of bed anyway). The very least Jess could have done was let Kelsey know she was okay.

Not that she was terribly worried; she knew Jess could take care of herself. It still annoyed her though. It annoyed her more that she'd seen Jess in Daniel's car and Jess had said nothing at all about him. Jess usually told Kelsey everything. But she had apparently kept this piece of information to herself. 

It was rather hurtful when all was said and done. 

But that wasn't the only thing that bothered her. She had overheard a snippet of conversation about a 'bet' and she had the feeling that whatever had gone wrong between Neil and Jess, this 'bet' had something to do with it. She just hoped that it wasn't anything bad. 

But, she reassured herself as she pulled her clothes off and tossed them on the floor, it wouldn't be. Ethan wasn't that kind of guy. He seemed really nice, despite hanging around with the likes of Neil. Kelsey scowled when she thought about that creep. It still baffled her why Jess had even agreed to go with him in the first place.

At least it had given her the opportunity to get to know Ethan. She smiled as she crawled under her duvet. He was sweet. She couldn't wait to meet him tomorrow at the coffee shop in town. Although neither of them had called it a date, it was a date in every sense of the word. 

He had even said she could bring Jess along if she wanted. Apparently a couple of his mates from footy fancied her and they hoped they might be in with a chance. Kelsey had laughed at that – she knew it was highly unlikely. But she had agreed to ask her friend anyway. Of course that was before the mysterious incident with Neil. 

If Jess didn't answer her phone, then Kelsey would be going alone. Quite frankly she rather hoped that was the case. She preferred the idea of seeing Ethan without distractions – after all there was still every possibility that he might fall madly in love with Jess - just like every other male on the planet seemed to.

Kelsey pulled her threadbare teddy close to her chest and prayed that the unthinkable didn't happen.



Obsession Ch. 02



Sorry for any glaring errors. It's been a long time coming, but here it is. Some things that aren't clear in this chapter may come to light in the next...Let me know what you think. ;) 

~~~~~~~

Kyan growled under his breath, but he knew both his sister and his brother heard him. 

"Kyan, don't let him get to you," Jasmine urged. 

"I'm trying not to, but he's pushing it." 

Kyan turned to look at his best friend. Jasmine was currently sitting up in her hospital bed, her hands folded over her large belly, giving him an encouraging smile. 

He had come to check on Jasmine, as she had been admitted to the hospital the day he dropped her off. It turned out that Kiran had insisted on Jasmine coming to the hospital for a check-up because he had sensed her pain, the pain Jasmine was trying to both hide and ignore. 

Jasmine was put on bed rest almost immediately and no amount of protesting was going to convince Kiran to let her get up, especially since one of the quads was now being monitored. There was some concern about the position of his umbilical cord, but it wasn't enough to induce labor or have an emergency C-section. They were trying to wait as long as they could, but Kiran had already let him know that it was likely he would be an uncle very soon. The stress it was putting on Jasmine's body was also a concern. Four babies was a lot to handle, even with her being a vampire. 

Kyan had come in and, after checking on Jasmine, he immediately started to fill them in on the rest of his time with his mate. She was spectacular and he wasn't afraid to tell the world, starting with the two that were closest to him. The problem came when he had mentioned the date that Natalie had asked him on. The moment he had said the word 'beach', Kiran had burst out in raucous laughter. 

"I'm sorry, brother, I meant you no disrespect, but the beach? You're a vampire. I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but our kind tend to shy away from prolonged contact with the sun. I know we can handle being outside during the day at our age, but we are still vulnerable to the sun's effects," Kiran explained. 

"You think I don't know that, Kody? The words were out of my mouth before I had time to think about it. If I was thinking right, I would have hedged and found a way around it, but I wasn't, so I'm stuck. She reduces my mind to a pile of goo when she smiles at me," Kiran snapped. 

Kiran grinned. "I know the feeling. I'm no better when I'm with Jasmine and she gives me that 'I want it bad' look...but enough about me. More about what you're going to do. You can't be out in direct sunlight for more than a few hours before it will start to have a real effect on you. And I'm pretty sure that Natalie won't find you so charming when you start getting cranky. Not to mention what it would do to your body, especially if you're in nothing but swim trunks. " 

Kyan blew a deep heavy sigh out and looked down in despair. "I don't want to cancel. I need to be with her. I can't get her out of my head. She's been with me for months. I've been dreaming about her and her sexy little body... She's become something of an obsession now. I can't stop thinking about her and I don't want to." 

Kiran grinned. "An obsession? Well, that's not surprising. We Channings do have a tendency to be consumed with our mates and I speak from experience. What about calling and telling her something came up and meet her after their day at the beach? Or meet her later on the beach, after the sun starts setting." 

"I don't know..." 

"Tell her you want to stay close to home because there's a good chance that the babies will be born soon and you promised to be around for the birth. See if she'd change the location of the date. I mean, if she's as into you as you say, you'd think she'd be willing to do that for you." 

"That's not a bad idea, Kody. Thanks. I'll try that and see what happens." Kyan gave his brother half a smile before he turned his attention back to Jasmine. 

"Anything you need, Jazzy, before I head home for the evening?" 

"No, but thanks, Kyan. Besides, Kiran would just tear anything you gave me apart and go get one himself. He's been damn possessive lately, even more than usual." 

Kiran gave her a wolfish grin. "Possessive very, my love."

Kyan chuckled. "That's the protective instinct kicking in. I doubt he'd rip anything I brought apart, but I'll remember not to give you a hug on my way out. I'd hate for Kody to lose a limb. He won't be able to help you with all those babies you're about to pop out if I rip his arm off." 

"Ha ha. Whatever. Why don't you go sort out yourself and your woman and leave mine alone?" Kiran asked testily. 

"Alright, I will. Take care of Jazzy and let me know when my niece and nephews are going to make their appearance, 'kay?" 

Kiran nodded and shook his brother's hand, before grabbing him in a quick embrace. "Sweet dreams, dear brother." 

Kyan laughed. "If they're anything like the last few, they will be much more than that." 

"Too much information." 

"Whatever. See you two later." 

Kiran watched his brother leave and turned to his wife. "So what are the chances he's mated by the end of next week?" 

"Kiran, I'm not playing this game with you," Jasmine replied.

"Twenty bucks and a backrub says that he won't make a move for another two weeks at least." 

"Kiran, seriously. I'm not betting on your brother's ability to make a move on his mate. He'll take his time and do it right and we'll just have to hope that your bitchy sisters don't make an appearance too soon and scare her off."

"Fair enough. I'll put you down for under a month. You think the triplets want to get in on this action? I'll have to call Gideon." 

"Kiran. Fuck off. And leave your brothers out of it," Jasmine stated, glaring at her husband.

"Oh, baby, I love it when you get sassy with me." Kiran grinned and halted any other retorts Jasmine might have had with a deep kiss. 

********

Kyan looked at his phone and took a deep breath. Just as he scrolled down to Natalie's name, a familiar smell wafted past his nostrils. He turned around quickly and practically ran to the source. Kyan forced himself to slow down before he turned the corner into the hallway where she was standing, talking to another nurse. Kyan waited until the other nurse walked off and Natalie was left alone, looking over a chart. He took a fortifying breath and strolled down the corridor.

"Kyan! What are you doing here?" Natalie asked, her eyebrows shooting up as she saw him. 

It was hard not to notice when he entered the hallway. His size was so imposing and he was just so damn sexy. She wanted to run her fingers through that thick black hair and grab on to it while Kyan was between her thighs. She wanted to kiss every single rippling muscle she could see and was dying to wrap her lips around the one she couldn't. Natalie called on her reserves of willpower to help keep her from jumping him in the middle of the hospital hallway.

"Hi, Natalie. I was visiting Jasmine and then I took a walk and got a little turned around." Kyan was proud of his ability to think on his feet. Telling her that he followed her scent to find her probably wouldn't have gone over so well. 

"I didn't know you worked here, Natalie." 

She smiled. "I don't. Well, not usually. This is actually my first week here. For my program, I need at least a year of work in a Neonatal ICU and more practical knowledge about neonatal care. The hospital I usually work in has a much smaller neonatal care facility and it's not as advanced as it should be. So, my advisor called in a favor and had me placed here." 

"Oh, well, that's great. My brother works here, you remember Kody, right? He's usually working in the ER, but now that Jasmine has been checked in, you'll probably find him up on the maternity ward most of the time. If you need anything, I'm sure he'll be glad to help." 

"I've already heard all about the sexy Dr. Channing," Natalie said with a laugh. 

Kyan gritted his teeth. What did she mean? His brother was sexy? "Oh?" 

"That was probably one of the first things that this one nurse told me. That there was a very sexy doctor here named Kody Channing and that he used to respond to her flirting, but would never cross the line into being unprofessional. And that once he got married, it was all over. Poor woman is put out that she can't even get a single look from Kody, let alone the time of day. He's a one-woman man, but she and a couple others still try every once in a while. She even gave me tips on how to proceed, in case I wanted to give it a go."

Kyan tried to contain his growl of jealousy, but it was fast becoming a useless battle. Natalie noticed the grimace on his face and giggled. It was cute, the way he was trying not to be jealous of his brother. Of course, there was no reason to be. Kyan Channing was the one she wanted almost more than her next breath. 

"But, of course, I think I've found the sexiest Channing brother, all on my own. Tall, dark haired, extremely handsome and he's not even taken, for some reason." 

Kyan felt his face relax, along with his fists. "I am taken." 

Natalie's eyes widened. "What?" 

"Taken by a hot, sexy, independent and smart woman who I just can't stop thinking about since the day I met her. What was it, three days ago now?"

Natalie grinned widely at the implication and nodded. 

"Oh yes, I'm taken by you, sweet Natalie." Kyan approached her slowly, giving her time to stop him if she wanted to. 

He watched as she backed up, pressing herself against the wall and looking down the hallway to see if there were any people around. There were plenty of people milling about, but Kyan couldn't bring himself to care. He couldn't hold back any longer. He had watched those lips with a singular purpose and it consumed him, the need to capture those lips with his own. 

When she looked up into his eyes, watching them cloud with lust, Natalie found that she couldn't even spare the brain cells to remember just where she was. Her entire mind and body was focused on the man who was coming so close, she could feel the heat off his body and it threatened to set her on fire and burn her alive. 

She gasped as his fingertips brushed against her cheek before his hand ran back through her hair and gripped her head, tilting it back. His grin was positively predatory and Natalie wasn't even sure she could stop him anymore. If he wanted to strip her down to her skin and ravage her there, she probably wouldn't object. Her willpower was long fucking gone. 

"Open for me," Kyan growled softly, his deep honeyed voice making her melt. 

The first touch of his lips was like the soft whisper of a promise. The second was nothing less than a claiming, body and soul. He devoured her with his lips, his teeth and his tongue. He explored every crevice that her mouth had to offer and then invited her tongue in to his own mouth to do the same. 

Her tongue entwined with his was the sweetest feeling she could remember and she could feel the juices pooling in her panties. It would be embarrassing if she came just from the feeling of his lips on hers, his hand gripping her hip tightly, the other wrapped in her hair. 

When he pulled back, he held on, somehow knowing that he had reduced Natalie into a puddle of flesh, panting and trying to regain some semblance of composure. 

"I wasn't too forward, was I?" Kyan murmured as he looked down into those dark chocolate depths. 

"Not nearly as forward as I had hoped, but probably more than was appropriate for work." 

"Sorry, Natalie. I couldn't help myself."

And it was true. He felt like she was challenging him to prove that he was the more worthy Channing, and he rose to the occasion. There was little doubt in his mind that he had put it down so good with just that kiss that there was no room for another man in her thoughts. 

"Well, I'll forgive you this time. Next time, I'm just pulling you into the closest empty room and having my way with you." 

Kyan grinned. His cock was rock hard and pulsing against his jeans in a rather uncomfortable way, but he had made significant progress with his mate...and she wanted to have her way with him. 

"Until next time, then." 

Natalie nodded. "Are we still on for Friday?" 

Kyan grimaced. "Jasmine is about to pop and they asked me to stay close because she could go at any time. I know the closest beach is about a 4 hour drive, so that's a bit far right now." 

Natalie nodded. "That's understandable. I wouldn't dream of keeping you from your family, especially at time like this. You said Jasmine was admitted here?"

"The same day we dropped her off, she was admitted. Apparently, she was hiding some significant pain and one of the babies has some things going on that they are monitoring, so they kept her. They want to give the babies as much time inside as they can, but Jasmine's looking pretty ready."

"Why don't you just show up on Friday around 2 o'clock and we can go from there. As long as you're okay with making plans on the fly with Kyle and I, that is."

"That sounds good to me. I look forward to it." 

Kyan pressed a kiss to her lips one last time, savoring her flavor and swallowing her sighs. He pulled away, mostly because he could feel his grip on his control slipping, and said goodbye. 

Natalie watched as he walked away, admiring the way his jeans cupped his bottom. He had a nice round ass that she couldn't wait to get her hands on. With a chuckle, she turned and went back to work. She had some babies to see. 

********

Friday found Kyan preparing for his date with Natalie and Kyle, and he was nervous. He didn't know what to expect. Kiran had called to give him an update on Jasmine's status and a pep talk for his date, but it wasn't much help. Kiran had met and wooed Jasmine under totally different circumstances and their sisters had played a major part in making things difficult. This time, it was on Kyan to make it work or have it blow up in his face.

Knowing them as he did, Kyan had warned his sisters that if they even looked in Natalie's direction, he would try his hardest to make the rest of their long lives a living hell. If he suffered, then they would suffer much worse. He wouldn't do it on his own, he would have Candace and Jasmine help and those two were very effective. 

His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. "Hello?" 

"Kyan?" 

"Yeah, who's this?" 

"It's Gideon. We heard the good news, though I have to say, I'm a little put out that we didn't hear it from you." 

Kyan smirked. "I didn't know I had to fill you three in on every aspect of my life." 

"Only the major ones and finding your mate counts as major. Kameron, Kylie, and Kristina knew before us. It's hardly fair." 

"I told them because I wanted to make it clear that they are to stay away from her. I felt it necessary to let them know that if they didn't stay away, I would forget I was a man and try my hardest to end them. You can remind them of that when you see them again." 

Kyan heard Gideon's loud laughter over the phone and couldn't help but break a smile. He did love his little brothers, even if they could be pains in his backside sometimes. Getting along with the triplet boys was a trial when he was younger. Gideon was the oldest, followed by Gabriel and then Garrett. Gideon and Gabriel were identical with fiery red hair, while Garrett shared Kyan's dark black locks.

"I'll get right on that, big brother. It'll be fun to see their reactions to that. I can just see it now. 'I want to remind you that Kyan will end you if you even look at his mate.' How much you want to bet that Kylie will try to slap me?" 

"I wouldn't take that bet. There's about a 90 percent chance that she will, Gid, so be careful and protect your eyes in case she decides to scratch them out." 

"If I'm going risk bodily harm for her, I think you should tell me your mate's name and what she's like." 

"I'm busy right now. I don't have time to gossip about my mate." 

"No time? Not even to tell me her name? What, you got a hot date today?" 

Kyan sighed. His brother was so transparent sometimes. "You already know the answer to that. You called Kody first, didn't you?" 

"I did, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to hear it straight from you. Take pity on your poor nosy brothers. Hey, I know. To make it up to us, you can call and tell us all about your date when you get back...if you get back tonight, that is." 

"Gideon, butt out or I'll end you too."

Gideon laughed. "Alright, Kyan. Have a good date. We'll see you soon." 

Kyan hung up, smiling despite himself. Gideon was always good for a laugh and knew how to make him smile. Kyan had a hard time remembering why he had gone off and stayed on his own for all those years. He had missed his family. 

Kyan spent the rest of his time getting dressed in a t-shirt with a black button down shirt over it and jeans that were made to put his butt on display. 

He showed up at Natalie's house early and was surprised to find that Kyle hadn't arrived yet. But, he didn't let that fact distract him for long. He ravished his mate's mouth, even as she tried to explain what the plan was for the day. 

They had taken their make-out session to the couch and just as Kyan had decided that he was going to lay her back and feast on more of Natalie's lush body, there was a loud knock on the door. 

"Shit." 

Kyan laughed. "My thought's exactly. I'll let you get it." 

Kyan helped Natalie off the couch and watched her lovely ass sway as she walked to the door. Then he reached down and adjusted his sizable hard on, trying to think decidedly unsexy thoughts to help it go down before he embarrassed himself.

Natalie wasn't exactly the woman that he had imagined when he thought of his mate over the many years of his life. He always figured that his mate would be white. He pictured dark brown hair, maybe green eyes and slim. His mate was nothing like that. 

Her chocolate skin was so soft and smooth; he would be surprised if it didn't melt in his mouth when he got the chance to lick her all over her body. Her hair was dark, sure enough, dark enough to be mistaken for black, but in the moments that he had been so close to her, he saw that it was a dark brown, with natural reddish highlights running through it.

And her body...oh, her lovely, smoking hot, body. He could barely find adequate words to describe its perfection. Her face was round, her brown eyes were almond shaped and the way her long lashes fluttered when she was getting shy with him almost made him want to cream his pants. Her neck made him hunger for a deeper taste, and the way her body curved had him panting, begging for more. 

She was probably a bit larger than Jasmine, but she had the coke-bottle shape that men drooled over. Her breasts were ample enough to fill his large hands, her waist was small enough that he could probably wrap his hands around it without trouble, and her hips were made to be held onto in the throes of passion. It was safe to say that Kyan wanted to put his hands all over that hot little body. The way he felt, obsession might be putting it lightly. 

He smiled when she came back, holding Kyle's hand, but it quickly faded when he noticed how upset she was. 

"Natalie?" 

She gave him a grim smile and turned back to look towards the door. "Hey, Kyan. Do me a favor and take Kyle to his room? Just turn on the game for him. I need to talk to his mom for a sec and I think you might want to be down here for it too." 

"Okay, no problem, love." 

Kyan stood up and grabbed Kyle's free hand. "What game do you want to play, little man?" 

Kyle smiled. "The one with the ABCs on the front." 

Kyan had no idea what that meant, but he'd find it when he got Kyle upstairs. He did as he was asked, setting Kyle up with the game console and the correct game before he returned to find Natalie sitting on her couch with a tall, thin blond woman that he instantly knew was Mindy. Kyle looked a lot like her.




Obsession Ch. 02



He sat down in a chair that was set up near the couch. 

"Mindy, this is Kyan Channing. Kyan, this is Melinda Hathaway, but call her Mindy." 

"Hi Mindy, it's nice to meet you." 

Mindy nodded at him half-heartedly. "Kyle has his dad's last name and that's the only thing that prick has ever given him." 

Kyan was confused. What did that have to do with anything? He glanced at Natalie, who, in turn, nudged Mindy. 

"I was explaining why I have a different last name. People usually ask...Sorry. I'm in a weird mood today. Um. It's nice to meet you too," Mindy explained.

Kyan didn't know what to say. Jasmine's lessons on social etiquette hadn't extended to this kind of situation, talking to crazy pseudo-moms. "Uh. Okay. Glad that's cleared up..." 

"Kyan was the one who helped us out in Mimi's last week, Mindy." 

Mindy sighed. "It wasn't one of my best moments and I didn't want to leave him. Something....came up. Something very important."

Kyan almost asked what that something was, but he kept it to himself. Instead he nodded and made a noise he hoped sounded encouraging. 

"But, really, I didn't think that this would happen," Mindy continued.

"Start from the beginning, Mindy," Natalie encouraged her. 

Mindy's sigh was heartfelt that time. "Well, to be blunt, your asshole boyfriend, James, called DCF on me and they turned up at the house yesterday." 

Natalie sucked in a harsh breath and growled low in her throat. Kyan knew it wasn't the right time, but that sound had him growing hard. 

"He's an ex-asshole boyfriend, Mindy. Remember? Anyway, how do you know it was him?" Natalie questioned.

"He called me, the sick fuck. Right when they rang my doorbell. Apparently, he was sitting outside in his car, waiting. Called up and said 'DCF's at your door, bitch. Hope you can handle the heat.' I asked him who it was and he told me his name straight away."

"That no good son of a bitch. He's lucky he's out of my life because I want to rip him to shreds right now," Natalie ground out. 

Kyan stared at her. Her voice had deepened and her scent had changed slightly, going from something sweet and reminiscent of flowers, to something a little more earthy, more...feral. And, damn if it didn't turn him on even more. Fuck, he wanted to bite her right there and drink the spicy hot blood that ran through her veins. Then he wanted to bury himself in between her thighs and make her scream his name.

"What did DCF say?" Natalie asked after she pulled herself together. 

Kyan's attention was brought back to the matter at hand. He needed something to focus on to keep him from jumping his mate in front of her friend. 

"They interviewed me and Kyle separately and looked around our apartment for any signs of danger or neglect. At least that's what they told me they were looking for. Knowing James, he probably told them I was on drugs or something and that's what they were really looking for. Which I'm not, by the way," Mindy said while looking directly at Kyan. 

Kyan held his hands up. "The thought never crossed my mind." 

"I could hear the interview because they did it in the kitchen and I was sitting calmly on the couch in the living room. They asked Kyle some general questions about what he usually did and how often he was alone. You know, things like that. Then they asked Kyle about the whole Mimi's store thing. Kyle told them that I hadn't left him alone because he was in the store and you were there, Nat. And then he said he was happy because he loved being with his Auntie Leelee."

That part, at least, made Natalie smile briefly. 

"He told them that when I can't stay with him, I bring him to you and that you take good care of him because you're a nurse. Then he said that his new Uncle Kyan was very nice and took him to Chuck's Fun Factory." 

Kyan grinned. "I'm glad I made such a good impression on him that day."

"The kicker is he mentioned James. Kyle said that James was mean to him and told him that he was going to try to get him taken away from me so that you wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. He also told Kyle that he was in the way and you would be happier without him." 

"He said WHAT?!?" Natalie exclaimed. 

"Don't worry, Nat. Kyle doesn't believe it. He knows exactly how much you love him." 

"That little boy is very important to me. I can't believe that James would stoop so fucking low." 

"Well, I'm glad you dumped him. I was afraid that you were still with him and that you okayed him calling," Mindy commented. 

"Never! I would never do that to you or Kyle. I'm so sorry, Mindy." 

"Don't worry, Nat, I'm over it. The investigators decided that the accusations were unfounded and they won't be bothering us again," Mindy informed them.

Natalie wanted to be relieved, but she was too busy trying to get over the fact that James had tried to poison Kyle's mind and make him doubt the only stable relationship he had in his life. A warm arm wrapped around her and pulled her close to an equally warm body, settling her immediately. 

"Don't worry, babe. From what it sounds like, DCF didn't find anything troubling and hopefully that will be the end of it. But, if James tries anything else, I'll deal with him and after I'm done, he won't be bothering anyone else," Kyan murmured into Natalie's ear. 

Natalie could only imagine what Kyan could do to a guy like James. Her ideas were varied, but they all ended with Kyan coming back into her arms and claiming his reward. 

"So, are you still dropping Kyle off for the weekend, Mindy?" Natalie asked once she had calmed down. 

"Yeah, I'll be back to get him on Sunday. I'm sorry if he is a burden, Nat." 

"Stop, Mindy! Kyle will never be a burden. I love that little boy like he is my own and I would do anything for him...and for you. Don't ever worry that he's too much for me. I'm here to help you both." 

Mindy smiled and stood up, heading for the door. "Seven p.m. on Sunday, I'll be here."

"See you then, Mindy." 

"Nice to meet you, Mindy," Kyan said loudly, just as he heard the door close. 

"I'm sure she was happy to meet you too, Kyan." 

Kyan laughed as he planted a kiss on Natalie's forehead. "I'm sure. Now, how about a nice relaxing day at the aquarium?" 

"I don't think we've been there since Kyle was tiny. I'm sure he'll love it and so will I." 

"The aquarium it is, then." 

******

Kyan couldn't remember the last time he had smiled so much. Kyle's fascination was invigorating and Kyan couldn't help the warmth that touched his heart whenever the boy looked up at him, almost adoringly. Kyan could tell that Kyle was searching for acceptance, trying to make sure that he wasn't the burden that James made him out to be. But, Kyan couldn't have been happier, having Kyle along on his date with Natalie. Kyle was a part of her life and he would become part of Kyan's as well. 

Kyan had scooped Kyle out of the back booster seat and was holding him in his arms as he and Natalie approached the house. Kyle had worn himself out at the aquarium and was sleeping deeply, cuddling into the warmth of Kyan's body. Kyan stopped abruptly and turned back to his car, remembering the souvenirs that he had purchased for both Natalie and Kyle. He told Natalie to keep going up the walk before turning back toward the car with the small boy still cradled in his arms. 

Natalie smiled at the pair as she pulled her keys out of her purse and continued up the path. There was something about the way that Kyan seemed to effortlessly slip into her life that made her slightly uneasy. He was making himself at home in her heart and she wasn't sure she was ready for that. She had just gotten out of a relationship, one that she was more than ready to end, but the fact that she had moved on so quickly startled her. 

She was pulled out of her thoughts by the loud clearing of a throat. She had been so caught up that her mind hadn't registered the form sitting on her front porch. 

"James, what are you doing here? You have some nerve," Natalie ground out.

James' reply was accompanied by an easy smile. "Hey, baby. You miss me?"

Natalie heard Kyan's approaching footsteps and grinned. "Does it look like I missed you?" 

It was a petty dig, sure, but it made her feel good to watch the smile slide from James' face as Kyan came into view carrying Kyle. 

"What's he doing here?" James and Kyan asked simultaneously. 

"Kyan, would you mind taking Kyle in while James and I talk?" 

Kyan looked down into the fiery brown depths of Natalie's eyes. "You know, love, I think this might be better handled by me. Why don't you put Kyle to bed and when I come in, we can figure out how we're going to spend the rest of the night." 

Natalie sighed softly as Kyan placed a gentle kiss on her lips and grinned. If she had her way, she knew exactly how they were going to spend the rest of the night. Kyan slipped Kyle into her waiting arms and turned to James who was still perched on the porch. 

"I suggest you move or I will move you and I can't guarantee I won't break you," Kyan said, smiling at James like they were old friends. 

James stared at Kyan for a second before his self-preservation instincts kicked in. He quickly hopped off the porch and glared disdainfully as Kyan unlocked the front door and ushered Natalie inside. 

Kyan closed the door behind his mate and grinned, but it was one that was far less friendly and much more vicious. "You and I need to talk, James." 

******

Natalie stood expectantly by the door, wringing her hands together. It wasn't like her to show such emotion, but she couldn't help but hear the things that James hurled at Kyan. Things about her and her past that she had hoped to keep a secret for at least a bit longer. 

But, after all the insults and the jeers, silence reigned and Natalie could only wonder what Kyan was doing. Had he left after hearing about her past? She was relieved that James didn't know her biggest secret. At least, she could hold onto that fact. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the doorknob turned and Kyan pushed through the door. Natalie's eyes shot to his form, unsure as to what was going to happen. Kyan gave her a grin and the breath that she had been holding burst through. 

"Well, I don't think he'll be bothering us anymore...and if he does, well, it won't be pretty. I've warned him. Let's see if he's smart enough to heed that warning. I have to say, though, he was pretty vile. I'm starting to question your taste in men, love," Kyan stated while walking towards her. 

Natalie looked up into those bright blue eyes and returned the smile she was being gifted with. "You question my taste in men?" 

"I do. Perhaps you should just give it up for a while. Stick with me, I'll show you the ropes." 

"Oh, you're going to show me the ropes?" 

"The ropes, the chains, the handcuffs...whatever you want, love." 

"What makes you think I want you tying me up?" 

"What makes you think I was talking about you?" Kyan replied. 

Natalie stared into Kyan's eyes and saw the truth there. "You want me to tie you up?" 

"Not just yet. Neither one of us are naked."

"We can remedy that." Natalie could feel the blush rising in her face. She had answered so quickly, Kyan must have thought she was desperate. 

Kyan just chuckled. "We could, but there's someone sleeping upstairs. I think I want you to be free to scream my name when we're naked together." 

"Or maybe it's you that will be screaming my name." 

"Of that, I have no doubt. Your name will be on my lips every time I come inside of your beautiful body." 

Kyan's hands began stroking up and down Natalie's curves. His hands rested on her hips briefly, only to pull her against his hard body, before they continued their journey. 

"Kyan, if you keep this up, we will be naked." 

"Mmm...but I can't stop, love. You're too addictive and I've become obsessed. I dream of you every night and I think about you all day long. You have to know that I'm crazy about you. Nothing anyone can say could make me give you up willingly."

"Not even what James said about me?" Natalie could feel the fear creeping up her spine again. 

"Not even that. I think we need to talk, though. I want to know more about my woman before I claim her." 

Natalie sucked in a breath at the words and the way they made her body cream. Her panties had sustained heavy damage during their verbal exchange, but the visual that accompanied those words pretty much guaranteed that they were destroyed. 

"Fuck, that's sexy, Kyan." 

Kyan claimed her lips much like he wished to claim her body. Natalie felt the wall pressed against back before she could even take note of the fact that they were moving. Damn, he was fast. 

At the moment, Kyan was her entire world and his lips, his body, and the hard member pressing against her were at the center of it. There was no denying it. He was the one. But what was she going to do about it? 

Just as Kyan's hand grasped the bottom of her shirt, his phone began to ring. His first instinct was to ignore it, but the insistent voice of his twin in his head made him have second thoughts. 

"Sorry, love. I've got to get this," Kyan murmured as he reluctantly pulled away from his woman. 

Natalie nodded while she braced herself on the wall for support. 

"Hello?"

"Kyan! The babies are coming! Get your ass to the hospital!" Kiran shouted through the phone. 

Kyan laughed. "Don't get too worked up. Aren't you the one delivering them?" 

"Yeah, but you've got to be there, bro. Jazzy and I both need you." 

"Alright. But, for the record, you and your kids have the worst timing." 

Kyan closed his phone and turned to Natalie, who was already smiling widely. 

"You heard?" 

"It was impossible not to. Your brother was obviously trying to alert the entire neighborhood through your phone." 

Kyan pulled her close once again and planted a few soft kisses on her lips. "I'm addicted to your taste, obsessed with your body, in love with your mind. I think I'm in trouble. " 

Natalie giggled. "I think you'll be in more trouble if you don't hurry up and get to the hospital. Go be with your family. I'll be here waiting." 

Kyan gave her one last kiss and rushed out the door. As Natalie watched him drive off, she knew the next time she saw him, it was do-or-die time. She would tell him everything and hope for the best. It wasn't the fact that she had worked at a strip joint that worried her. Kyan already knew about it, James made sure of that, but, by the way he reacted, it didn't bother Kyan in the least. It was the rest of her past, the part that extended much further back in time, that had her doubting herself and Kyan's continuing commitment. Oh well, she could only wait and see.



Obsession Ch. 02



I woke up between cool white sheets, stretched out on Ethan's side of the bed. Soft, familiar music drifted into the opened door from the kitchen under the clinking of dishes and running water. Laying on my back, I recalled the night before with a twinge of regret. It might have been porn for what I felt was a good performance on my part- the dangerous, cooing tease whispered in his ear, the salaciousness of every exaggerated movement- tossing my head back and begging him not to stop. Maybe I assumed that once he was fucking me he'd call me back with his body, reassure and resurrect what had expired between us. I couldn't feel anything, though, but guilty while I had lain afterwards, tangled in his limbs, held tight to his chest. He must have carried me to bed after I had fallen asleep in his arms. 

Pulling one of his sweatshirts over my rumpled clothes from last night, I sat down at the table, taking a sip of his lukewarm coffee. 

"Good morning, princess." I caught the sudsy kiss he blew in my direction, still basically asleep. 

"'Morning." 

I didn't want to eat , and rarely do in the morning. I examined his fruit bowl, though, as he didn't allow me to fast under his watchful eye. It was a fact that was initially warming, and grew to make me feel as though I were a personal charity project instead of his girlfriend. I chose a peach that looked ripe in its warm, summery colors. 

"Georgia-grown." he drawled, noticing my fruit of choice as I bit into the soft, fuzzy skin.

"Fuck off." I had to laugh at his impersonation as juice ran down my chin. I had been from a boring southern suburb before moving for college. My accent was almost completely abandoned by the time I met him (thank God) but he still liked to watch me squirm when I mentioned it. 

"So what's on the agenda today?" I watched him dry his hands on a dish towel.

"Oh, you know, " he dragged out a chair, "a few engagements. I have to meet a client today, but other than that, I'm all yours." 

"I have an appointment, too." I grinned, feeling worthy of some sort of praise. It wasn't often that I had someone call in for a portrait on reputation alone and was relieved that I could mention this small victory. It was crippling at times to watch Ethan's easy success while I struggled to make a full-time occupation of painting. 

"That's great, sweetie. Anyone I know?" he beamed.

"Oh, uh, I don't even know her: Sara-something. I'm finally going to use that 46 x 58 you helped bring up the stairs. She called yesterday before I came over, wanted to make an appointment. 

"When is that, then?" he took a sip of his coffee. 

I glanced at the digital clock on the stove.

"Fuck. I need to go right now." I got up, pulling off his sweater and he followed me, watching me as I found my skirt near the couch, offering advice as to where my other shoe might've gone. 

He shook his head, kissing me quickly in the foyer. 

"How do I look?" I straightened my clothes fretfully, examining myself in the mirror. 

"Anxious." he smoothed my hair back. "Relax. I love you. Drive safe!" He called after me as I slipped out the door. 

I was taken with her from the moment I saw her, an attractive blonde looking skeptically down at a scrap of paper and up again at the number of my door. Even in her uncertainty her features were striking. Hers was a classic beauty that reminded me of black and white films and antiquated speech patterns. 

"You must be Sara." I extended a hand, wishing I had worn something more conservative to Ethan's the night before. She looked at me and her face was a pleasantry breaking a sweet smile. 

"Oh, Yes. Cadence, right? I thought maybe I had written down the wrong number." Her speech and demeanor was radiant in a sort of intoxicating propriety that didn't seem to belong in the fluorescent-lit hallway. 

"I am so sorry I'm late!" I felt completely disorganized, sloppily thrown together, especially in her perfectly manicured appearance. 

"It's no problem, really, I haven't been waiting for any time at all." Her voice was all warm sugar. 

Painting her was a pleasure; she was a visual feast that I think few people can truly appreciate. Her fair skin looked like it'd be silk to touch, accentuating her shocking, blue eyes as they focused in some owl-eyed amusement. At rest, her face looked something of mischief and good intentions. The contour of her body could only be called elegant even in repose. She was the sort of model that inspires masterpieces and strikes envy into those around her. I was no exception, true, but I was more absorbed in translating her beauty into soft hues on canvas than anything. 

The spilling of oil onto canvas and reproducing a radiant woman posed patiently had me entranced. I am not able to lose myself so completely in any other trade as when I do when I paint, and it's a trance I can rely on to ignite me and burn hours at a time uninterrupted. When reading or running or any other activity that is mine alone, I am all too aware of myself. The characters in a book are there, and they are real, but I am only watching and they are removed, pushed further back into their fiction. When running, I am aware: these are my lungs expanding, these are my muscles stretching , and I am present the whole time. Whenever someone allows me to capture them on canvas, I fall in love with them a little. I learn them, find out all of their deepest sins and secrets. I read their face like a topographer and see them exposed in all of their truth and vulnerability. Painting them burns me alive, gives me a purpose. Sara, then, was my muse- my raison d'être. After all, what is an artist without her model?

We took short breaks every so often and she stretched and walked around my apartment as I gleaned little facts of her. She was a classically trained dancer and moved like it. She loved the theatre, opera, and wanted hardwood floors like mine. Her openness was disarming. 

"I'm so enthused to be doing this," she confessed, taking a long sip from her bottled mineral water, her voice low with a secret. She talked on as I squinted at the light reflections and highlights on the silky fabric of her emerald green blouse, my eyes jumping from her to the painting. I listened intently, absorbing her and she slipped from the stool she had been perched on for the past hour, stretching, and slipped out of her heels. 

"Let me see." She leaned in, half bent to me in a spark of excitement.

"I usually don't unveil my work until it's done . . ." I tried to protest, not completely pleased with the work accomplished in the short amount of time with her. 

"Please?" her smile warmed me with glowing insistence. 

I gestured, defeated, for her to come around and took a look, and she stepped lightly, like she was intruding something sacramental. 

"Oh, Cadence!" her low voice simmered in a note of surprise. "It's fantastic!" 

"It's not even closed to finished, I felt myself blush. I've noticed that those who don't paint are easily impressed by what they haven't tried to do. 

"I knew you were good from the painting you did of Julian, but this is so . . . I guess because it's me, I'm a little biased." She babbled on, giddy, returning to her stool, obediently. 

She continued, but any meaning was blurred. 

"Sorry, what?" 

"Oh, I thought he would have told you. My fiancé wanted me to get my portrait done; I saw that painting in his apartment the other morning and he seemed so eager for me to make an appointment. Oh, I'm so glad I did. I was excited before, but. . ." 

I could barely make sense of the onslaught of words tumbling from her mouth in every haphazard way, my mind clouding over. 

"Yeah . . ." I managed, "See, I don't really know him. We just met the other day." 

She nodded, smiling, "He told me." 

As if to call a break to the scene, her cellphone started chirping for her; the wedding march was calling her out of her reverie.

"Oh, I have to . . ." she excused herself, glancing at me in some wide-eyed request of permission.

"Hello? Oh, oh, no! Yes, well it's supposed to be kosher. No. Really. I'll be right over." 

He told her about me. I thought of them cuddled together on her couch, watching some pathetic romantic comedy. Oh, yes, she'd like that. He'd endure it, too, because he was a doting and loving future-husband. 

"So I met one of my neighbors the other day." he'd tell her, casually, "A real slut! She found my bondage gear and, as luck would have it, she wears my collar now!" 



She glanced at the clock behind her and turned to me. "Oh! Is that time right?" 

I honestly didn't know how far off left or right the hands were, but didn't see how I could explain it to her at the moment. 

"Yes." 

"I'm so sorry-You'll have to excuse me, Cadence; I have a rehearsal dinner emergency and it's all a mess." she smiled apologetically. 

"No," I shook out of my stupor. "that's fine." 

"Maybe we could finish this some other time? Soon?" 

"Yes, of course, you have my number. . ." I managed, watching her hurry out.

I began to swirl the brushes I had used in mineral spirits, watching the colors mix into a hazy gray, but even that simple act was too much. 

God!

I stared at the canvas. The magnanimity of her beauty, her presence, even though I felt I hadn't done it justice, dwarfed me. The whole situation made me feel ridiculous. Sara. His Sara. The same woman who wouldn't sleep with him until they were married was just in my apartment, captivating me, sitting with her face titled just so. I felt ill thinking of how desperate and completely out of control I must come off as to Julian, something completely disposable, just a secret. He had the best of both worlds maintaining his understanding, supportive fiance status while bedding the desperate neighbor who was commemorating her beauty in oil. He didn't try to hide the fact that he was engaged, true-never said he cared to begin with. Still, though, it hurt me in a way I didn't know he could touch, and the fact that I still wanted him despite the fact only fueled my anger. 



It was late and I was about ready for bed when I heard a rapping at the door: Ethan, of course, no one else would come knocking so late. I answered in a t-shirt and panties, my toothbrush still in hand. 

"Come here." Julian linked his grip around me and pulled my hips against him, dropping a kiss on my lips. "I missed you." 

His hand found its way into my hair in the doorway, tangled in a firm grip as he tilted my mouth to him. His lips were seeking them out, insistent, his tongue a probing intrusion as he moved into my apartment, closing the door behind us. I managed to peel myself away, straightening up.

"What do you think you're doing?" 

"I said I missed you, don't you believe me? Looks like you were expecting me anyway." He nodded at my scantily clad form, slipping past me. 

I locked the door, crossing my arms, fighting the urge to slip on a robe. He walked around the most lived-in room, my "studio." Different projects and canvases were propped up against the walls and on cheap wooden easels. He looked over them, casually, of course. Everything he did seemed calculated, precise. 

"Not really." As mad as I was, I had to admire his sharp appearance as he was all class and pinstripes; his cologne had done something to me as soon as he accosted me at the door, leaving a dull ache in his absence. I watched as he moved, training a critical eye over the strangers in oil, averting their eyes or looking back with consternation. He stopped suddenly in front of the wedding planner's portrait as though he hadn't seen it all along- it was easily noticeable once entering the room-the only working canvas. He looked back at me. 

"So I see Sara found your door after all." his expression was all too pleased. 

"You dick! I can't believe you did that to me."

"Why? It's your job, isn't it? I boosted your sales, what, fifty percent?" 

"Fuck you!" I felt my face burn. "Are you done with your stupid games? I feel sick! I can't believe. . . Get out!" 

"Whoa, there," he looked up, arching a brow, "I didn't come along just to see what progress you made. I really did miss you." He picked up an apple from an unfinished still life and took a bite, giving the painting another once-over. 

I snatched the prop out of his grip, "You're getting off watching me squirm! You're shameless!" 

"You finished that part!" he protested, gesturing to a sketch nearby. 

"Get out." 

We stood there, my hands on my hips, furious at his arrogant coolness. Something either broke or clicked and he rose his hands in surrender.

"Hey, for the record, you really are good. Those are her eyes." he stood, fixated again on the canvas. 

"Oh? Well when you were telling her about me did you manage to mention what a good fuck I was, too?" 

I got some vindictive thrill when he tensed, and still it wasn't enough for the hell he put me through. 

"Or should I? We have another appointment set up; how do you think she'll take it when I tell her just what you really wish you could do with her? She knows you're a sadist, right? Funny, I didn't think she was into . . . " 

From the set of his jaw, my words died before they reached the air as he moved towards me. Cold. Whatever anger he had had focused in his eyes as he peered down at me. Tilting my chin to him, he sneered.

"You little bitch."

My voice failed me and I could do little else but look up at him. Rage burned coolly, so close beneath the surface that I was actually frightened. 



He pulled me closer by the arms, kissing me full on the mouth- an angry, biting kiss like he wanted to hurt me. I couldn't kiss back, completely thrown off. 

"What is this?" He tried again, his tongue a hapless intruder, and again I could do nothing but just experience his raging fury though his mouth. 

He loosened his grip, looking at me, searching my soul, asking me just who I thought I was. 

"I'll show you a sadist." He took the apple from the counter and held it to my lips, "Open up, whore, until I can find a more suitable gag. There, bite down." 

I looked up at him, insulted. 

"No." I pushed his hand away by the wrist. 

"Do it, Cadence." His voice held no anger, just an arrogant sort of indifference, "Do it, or I'm leaving." 

I looked up at him feeling ridiculous at the apple raised up to lips with the edge of a warning. I half expected him to announce the arrival of the "choo-choo train" and tell me to open wide. My quickly depreciating self-worth obviously meant nothing to him. This was just some hobby of his. I was just a notch on his belt, who knows how many other girls he had done this to? All of me knew that I didn't mean a thing to him, and that this would irreparably tear what tethers still tied me down to Ethan. To my horror, my body was also responding to him in this shame. My blood coursed through my veins and I grabbed it out of Julian's easy grip, sinking my teeth into the ripe flesh, my eyes burned into him with every ounce of defiance I could still feign in my position. 

"Perfect,"

He grabbed me around the hips and lifted me onto the counter, his body between my legs- hard, present, so achingly present for how he had left me to writhe and wait like an obedient little dog.

"Did you miss me, baby?" 

He tangled his fingers into my hair, his words and their meaning smudged by his lips against my skin- the frantic kissing, like the surface of my body had become less his in the hours he hadn't been touching me. I groaned through the mealy consistency that hid behind unbruised, brilliant red skin- of course I missed him. 

"You missed your master?" 

His deep, probing voice wrapped itself around me in its condescending tone. 

I nodded, wishing that the skin I was biting into was his. 

"Did you?" He pulled himself away from me, lucid, as though gasping for air after having been submerged in water. "Did you?"

I looked him dead in the eye with every ounce of need and frustration, every fiber of my being was woven with insatiability. I looked right into the clarity of his furious eyes. 

"Come on." 



He took me by the hand, pulling me through the door. I looked dumbly back over my shoulder at my apartment and caught my distorted reflection in the dull chrome of the toaster: a shiny red apple distending my lips with its girth. 

"I know you're excited, but you can't forget to lock up." he chided and I hurriedly worked at the crappy lock. He knew I might as well have left it open. I turned, frantic to get out of the dead hallway, aware of the odd hours the tenants come home to pass out and he took me by the wrists, pinning me to the door.

"Just imagine, Cadence," he kissed my neck, pressing his hard cock against my hip, "what if someone saw us like this- me leading you around in your panties? You'd love it, wouldn't you?" He growled the words low into my ear, running his hand up my tank top and over my bra. I whined piteously, panicked as he pinched my hardened nipples through the thin fabric. My hands stayed where they were, as if in a hold-up. His kisses swallowed me up, took me with him, and I wanted to bite and lick him, kiss him hard on the mouth. He melted me with this impassioned kiss, and I wasn't sure if my legs would hold out. 

"Huh," he gasped, pulling his mouth from my chest, "I guess no one's going to find out what a slut you are tonight." 

Mercifully, his door wasn't too far and I only had to endure his exhibitionist stunt for the amount of time it took for him to get out his key. 

"Here," he went through a drawer, glancing up at me as I stood, dizzy in the dim light of his bedroom. "Get that out of your mouth, you look ridiculous." 

I didn't dare protest when he replaced it with a mercifully small ball gag. 

He looked over me, ravenous, and bit my neck and kissed it in apology. Just as suddenly, he pulled away. 

"You're not wearing your collar." he held me at arms' length, shaking his head, "I should make you get it like this." 

A panicked, pitchy whine pierced his mock-concentration.

"You're lucky you have such a considerate Master." 

He looked down the line of my body, viewing me as though I were nothing but usable. He secured my wrists to the headboard in cuffs and I squirmed, biting my bottom lip. Chained up for him on his soft brown comforter I was riled and needy. He seemed completely content to tease me with light, bare touches and I wondered how he could restrain himself so effortlessly. His eyes dragged over me and I felt it like dripping wax, scorching tentative skin as he peeled my panties off of me as though they were some minor inconvenience. 

He pulled himself up, his warm body taken from me and I felt something animalistic stir in him. I could do little else but watch as he got up to look through a drawer I knew held all of his gear. He pulled out a vibrator and pocketed something as he returned, looming over me. 

"Slut." 

A thrill cut through me, his statement like a slap, his voice level and calm.

"You're so hot you don't know what to do with yourself." 

His words curled around me and I felt him then, breaking me- rebuilding me into someone he could control. I felt myself slipping into him pulled as though I were standing in a strong current. 

He pushed aside a bright orange bottle and tissues, coins and a lighter from the bed side table and rested the vibe there, breaking eye contact. 

"And you know what? The fact that you don't even know what you want was sort of a turnoff at first, but for some reason . . . " he grazed my skin with his fingertips, highlighting my cheekbone to my jaw, "I don't find that terribly important right now," he gave a thoughtful pause, "and neither do you." 

I looked up into his face, totally intoxicated by him. I was breathing him in, impatient for his body against mine. I wanted him more than I had wanted anyone in my life. 




Obsession Ch. 02



His face rested between stormily passionate and complacent and I shook away the patronizing stroke of his touch against my cheek. Nodding with a slight frown, he picked up the vibrator and placed it on the pillow next to me eliciting a whine of protest to mask my complete and total desire for it. 

"How do I know, you ask? Well, it's nothing, sweetie. Just the way you react when I mistreat you. I'm just awful to you, did you notice?" he smiled and honestly, it just made me need him more. "You don't even care, the way you want to please, the way you put my satisfaction before your own. It's because I know you, I found you out, know who you are and what you need. I know you better than you know yourself." He pushed the soft fabric of my thin t-shirt up, exposing my chest. I squirmed, bare, as he took a clamp out of his pocket and fastened it onto my nipple, leaning back as I whined. He admired his handiwork as I was left to tug uselessly on my restraints. Pleased, he attached the other in similar satisfaction.

I let out a muffled groan, muting my pleasure-pain to a light whine. 

"There! I own you a little bit more- your tits anyway- but what about that pussy, hmm?"

"Hmmmmphh!" 

"Yes, Baby, she wants to feel me, too." 

I writhed beneath him as he picked up the vibrator.

"I want you to kiss this. Suck it like it's my cock." 

He pulled the gag from my mouth. 

"Do it." 

I groaned and took the tip of the thing between my lips. He fed it to me carefully, as though he were his own dick. I closed my eyes and sucked, flushed with shame and need. This obscenity fueled me, I delighted in it, and yet I wanted nothing more than for him to take it out as he completely violated my mouth, pushing it past willing lips and dragged it back out, my lips clinging to the plastic, my cheeks going concave, 

Feeling a contempt I didn't know I was capable of holding towards inanimate objects, the vibe began to hum and vibrate as he turned on his weapon, the thing buzzing in his hand as he took it from my desperate sucking. He played the smooth instrument over my lips, down my neck, and around my areolas. He watched me squirm as he flicked one of the clamps, sending a new wave of pain through my body. 

I felt a contempt I didn't know I was capable of holding towards inanimate objects, and he turned on his weapon of choice. It buzzed in his hand as he played the smooth plastic over my lips, down my neck, and on my breasts. Watching me squirm with satisfaction, he flicked one of the clamps, sending waves of pain through my body, forcing a howl behind the damned gag. He pressed it against me skin, watching my body respond as he trailed it down my stomach, around my hips and onto my pubic bone. Spreading my labia with seeming indifference, he pushed the speed to high and rubbed the vibrator in tight circles around my clit, making me gasp and jerk away from the sensation. Ignoring my slight panting he slid the instrument back and forth over my dripping cunt. 
 "God, Cadence, look at you."
I was stretched before him, my back arched, needy, legs stretched lewdly to accommodate to his touch.

"You want it, don't you?" 

I looked up at him, desperate, my hips searching for him.

"Well, okay, if it's all the same to you . . ." he pulled away, turning it off with a shrug. 

"Hmmmph! Mmmm!" 

"What is it, sweetie?" His face was glowing, just lit up with lust.

I whined, writhing, the need building and tumbling upon itself, overwhelming my sense. 

"So you do want me, is that it?" 
I could've cried, I needed him so desperately. I could barely see through the dull pain throbbing form my nipples, the dull need that coursed through me with every breath. I wanted him, damn it, any touch he would allow- and here he was getting off on his slow tortuous teasing. I could only respond in a pouting, defeated whine. 
"There, there," he smoothed my hair back as I moaned, "I just needed to hear you say it, honey, that's all."

Bastard! My eyes would've been shut tight if his gaze over me wasn't so engaging. I couldn't look away from him as he ran a finger over my lips stretched over the gag. He hummed thoughtfully, studying me. 

"I've never seen you like this before." He seemed delighted, "Maybe I should take a picture or two for when your'e off fooling around with your little vanilla boyfriend." 

My eyes widened in horror and I shook my head feverishly.

"No? Well, look- I'm going to do you a big favor and take out this big nasty gag, but you have to promise to be good." 

I nodded feverishly in agreement, and he worked quickly to pull it out of my mouth.

"Please! Fuck me!" 

He looked down at me with surprise. "You really want this, don't you? Christ!" 
 "God damn it, Julian." I mewled, tugging at my cuffs.
 "Be nice." He watched me with an infuriating coolness.

I pushed my hips up at him, slithering like a trapped snake, the undulation could only be described as sensuous and inviting- or so I gathered from his low moan. He needed this just as much as I did.

"I want to fuck you mouth." 

I groaned, writhing on the bed, "God!" 
 "What are you begging for, slut? I don't know what you want." He was wearing down, I could see, His lust was inflaming him, like strong bars of metal bending under the influence of a persistent flame. 
 "Give me your cock! Do it! Fuck me!" I was breathless, dissolute, needy. 

He moved over me, straddling my chest. 

"Ask nice." 
 "God! Julian!" 
 "Do it!" 
 "I want your thick cock, please! Give it to me- I need you in my mouth!" I babbled, pleading, all thought taken over by this lewd act. I needed it. 
 "Why? Is it because you're a good girl and deserve it?" 

I groaned, his cock only an inch or so from my lips, daring me, admonishing me. 

"No, you're not. You're just a cock-hungry bitch, aren't you?" 
 I whined, looking up at him in disbelief, the words still stinging in my state of hypersexual need. If he could use me so easily, I could play the part just as well. 
 "I don't give a fuck, do it anyway!" 
 "God, Angel!" 
 He pressed the head to my lips and I took what he gave me, licking greedily. His fingers tangled in my hair as I tugged uselessly at the chains. He groaned, shoving more into my mouth. His member throbbed in my mouth, thick and nearly too much for me to handle. 
 He pumped into my mouth greedily and I wanted it. I wanted to choke around him, my air cut off, his world, his body, his cock defining me. I wanted his cum, its taste and his pleasure mine to revel in, wanted to make him growl in pleasure. I was helpless, though, lying there and moaning around him as he fucked my mouth. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, insistently. 
 "God! Take it!" He seemed in a realm of his own by now, just blindly fucking my mouth, snarling. Beating into me, he pulled my hair in furious fists as his muscles seemed to tense, contracting in his strong thighs. He pulled from my mouth, exploding jets of hot white come onto my face. Shocked, I could do nothing but endure it. 
 "God, Cadence." He looked down at me, "Wow, baby, that was intense." He moved off of me, undoing my cuffs, pushing me back down- still a captive, "No, sweetie, stay there." 
 He got up and I lay there with this thick, male wetness on my face, dazed and slightly disgusted. I watched him walk, naked to his bathroom, keeping the door open. I couldn't help but admire the strength and statement of his naked body as he ran a washcloth under the tap. 
Returning in boxers, he sat beside me, gesturing for me to sit up. I leaned against the headboard as he gently cleaned my face. There was a warmth to his touch that took me by surprise- it subdued me into silence. He finished up, handing me a face towel to dry off. As soon as I lowered the tough terrycloth square, he pressed his lips against me. 

"Julian. . ."
"Mmm." 

"I . . . " 
"What?" His tone was light and teasing. "Poor baby! You didn't get any pleasure, did you? I just teased my little sub into a frenzy and left her wanting, hmm?" He kissed me with a renewed passion, almost apologetically.

I nodded, dumb.

He pulled me onto his lap as he took my place against the headboard and cupped my breasts in his hands, sending a flame of pain from the clamps straight to my pussy.

"Oh, fuck, I forgot about these." He kissed my neck conciliatorily as he slowly unscrewed them. 

"Good girl." He placated my whimpering with a soft touch, light over my sore skin, "You've been so good, you know." He growled into my ear, sending his words down my spine. I couldn't help but squirm on his lap as his hand trailed up my thighs, tickling the sensitive skin. His touch grew bold quickly, though, at my whines of impatience. His rough touch made light, teasing strokes over my pussy, eliciting an appreciative sigh from me, my eyes closed. I felt the hard plastic of the vibrator he had used on me earlier on my skin and my hips automatically sought out his knowing touch. He drew it close against me until it was against my clit. Flicking it on low, he drew lazy circles around it. 

"Oooh, Julian." I all but purred.

My head fell back against his shoulder, cradled by his arms, holding me in place, my legs splayed over his. He kissed my neck right near my ear. The pleasure was unraveling, a slow simmer building. 

"I . . . please. . ." 
"This isn't enough?" 

Need grew hot, quick, impatient in me- I whined piteously.

"Tell me when you're going to come, baby." He bit down on my shoulder and I gasped, writhing now on his lap.

He moved it lower, the weapon still buzzing, loud and egregious in the still, twilight-painted room. Pressing it against my cunt, hesitating like he was thinking of teasing me, I could bare it no longer.

"Now!" I managed, surprised at the force behind it. I was inarticulate, drowning in lust. 

"Just tell me" He warned, slowly impaling me- entering me at a maddeningly slow pace. 

"Oohh Godd. . ." 
 It felt too large for its size, my back arched as he pushed it into me, filling me with that hard quaking plastic and pulled it back out. He refused to find a rhythm, pumping it in and out of me sporadically and quickly one moment and excruciatingly slowly as he embedded it deep into me the next. Finding that tease, he settled in that rhythm, his fist wrapped around the fake cock, slowly driving it into me in hard insistent strokes, summoning this fiery pleasure from my abdomen, eliciting a sigh and mewl of pleasure that I knew would blind me in its ecstasy- such was the rapture he created between my legs. 

"Julian!" I gasped.

"Now, baby?" 
"YES!" 
He turned it off, pulling it out of me unceremoniously. 

"What?" I groaned, "What? No! fuck! No!" 

"Shhh. Calm down, baby. Cool off." He held me still, amused.

"Juuuullllliaaan." I whined, desperate.

He released me, "Get up." 

I looked at him, discombobulated.

"Get up." 

I slid to my feet on the side of the bed shakily, and he handed me my panties, looking totally removed.

"Wait, you're joking." 

"Listen, you don't fuck with me, Cadence." His cold sobriety robbed me of the warmth I had just felt in his arms, but couldn't extinguish the frenzy he had brought me to. 

"What?" I shook my head, not understanding, nearly shaking with the need for release.

"Don't ever go off on me like that again the way you did in your apartment, and you most definitely will not threaten me. I forgive you, but you're not getting your dirty little come tonight." 
He draped a pea coat around me protectively, covering my clothes- or lack thereof. I could've cried for how much I needed him just then as he steered me towards the door. I felt something ripped from me, my ability to question him along with it. 

"Next time I see you, you better be wearing your collar. Goodnight." 
I started off into the dark hallway when I heard his door creak open.

"Cadence . . . " 

I turned hopeful.

"Don't you dare touch yourself tonight." 



My fingers swept clumsily over the lights in the bathroom, lighting up the cramped space. I wore his bite marks as if they were jewelry; my hair was in general disarray. A small coil of leather stared up at me from the sink, completely foreign and somehow wrong next to the sweet pastel of the wallpaper. It seemed so masculine, so daunting. My need, at the time was so desperate, now dissipated. A new roiling sort of hunger replaced it. I couldn't believe his nerve! The arrogance! From that crack in his dom-exterior he seemed genuinely jarred. 

From my bed I watched the pale disheveld figure in the strip of mirror at my vanity smoothing cool leather around her neck, buckling her sense of security in place in bed, running my fingers lazily over the leather and the soft skin adjacent. I thought of his last orders and I couldn't bare it anymore. His words rang in my head. Don't touch yourself tonight. I slipped out of bed. 

"Hello?" Ethan's deep voice filled my ear. 

"Baby, hi." I cooed.

"Cadence." He sounded pleased. 

"I know it's late . . ." 





"Kiss me."
Ethan had barely let me in the door and I had my arms around his neck.

"Sweetie." He growled in my ear in a way that used to bother me and was starting to bother me again. His hands slipped around my waist and pulled me between him and the wall. It felt off even then, how it seemed like an old memory dug back up for interpretation. It seemed oddly familiar in a way that nearly sickened me. I already didn't belong.

He had sounded pleased when I called, and it translated in his kiss as he tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head.

"Wait." I fought back the panic that built up, unsure of the marks Julian left on me- I pulled from his famished kiss. "Take me to bed."

He lifted me against him and I pushed the scene earlier out of my head. TH bed was made as usual, and I Tried to turn off the mental image of Julian's sheets and pillows. I had him keep the lights out, it was dark enough to just barely focus on the forms under each other's touch. Still, Julian was everywhere.

I let Ethan go through his routine- kissing my neck, kissing my chest, pushing his hand between my legs . . . I shut my eyes, thinking of Julian's unpredictability, his predator-like confidence- his roughness and skill.

"Ethan . . ."
Don't touch yourself.

He pulled his lips from my neck to answer and returned his kisses down my chest.

"Would . . . you . . .?" 

He paused at my uncertainty, "Sweetie?" 

"Hurt me?" I was instantly grateful for the veil of darkness to conceal my blush. The small words hung pitiably in the air. 

He laughed a little, kissing my neck, "What sort of question is that?" He had slipped out his cock, straining to see if I was going to stop him. He didn't know it was a request. "Of course not!" 

"Baby." He pulled out of me, leaving me empty. He kissed my forehead, "I'm glad you called." 

"Hmmm." 

He pulled me into his chest, his voice warm in my ear. I came as far as he knew, but hadn't found any pleasure to sink my nails into. I lay still in his grip.

"I was worried." 

"About what?" I tried to sound sleepily concerned.

"That you've been working so hard, hiding yourself up in your apartment. I worry that you don't have enough time to make yourself happy anymore, or for us. . ." He sounded so relieved, like my calling him and laying beneath him had him convinced. I suppose it was enough for someone who wants to be convinced badly. 

I stared at the red numbers glaring from the night table accusatorily, not wanting to listen to him swoon when I felt so guilty. 

"I'm just so lucky to have you, sweetie. You know just when I need you most." His voice was slow and sleepy. 

I couldn't handle this anymore- I didn't deserve this. I couldn't sleep under the comfortable tarp of his oblivious affection.

"What?" 

"I forgot my clothes for work tomorrow. I have to go." My voice was tight, unnatural-sounding.

"Can't you just go earlier tomorrow, sweetie? It's two in the morning." 

I sighed sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You know me, Ethan, I'll wake up when I need to be out the door. I don't have time." 

He chuckled, "I guess you're right." 

"Let me walk you to your car at least." He offered, pulling the sheets off.

"No, honey, it's fine- go to sleep."

I kissed him there in the shadows, my heart at my knees as I felt his honest love burn me while I abused his sweetness. The darkness of the room and the lights turned on in the kitchen casting a sort of glow to what could be seen in his bedroom, the womb that was this place of so many proclamations of love 

I touched his face, wishing for that moment to reclaim me, to pull my back into his safe love- for that to be enough. I kissed him back. I owed him that much.

"Drive safe, baby. I love you." 
He lay back down, satisfied, and I locked the door behind me. 

Days passed like dripping molasses; I was growing restless wating for him. the lack of communication with Julian made me nervous in a loathsome, cling way. I knew he was making me wait and it set me aflame. Not only because I was impatient, but because his teasing left me obsessed- like I was addicted to his very presence. I worked unnecessarily on the backdrop of Sarah's painting something light and iridescent, something to bring out her eyes. She hadn't rescheduled her appointment, and it was just as well. It didn't seem right no matter what I did. It was something to distract me. It served, however to remind me of who he was with instead.

Ethan came and went, bringing coffee, and anecdote, tiny trinkets to keep each other company on my shelves and countertops. His general cheer only made me mourn Julian's absence al the more, and I wore his collar to sort of stem that incalculable hesitance. I grew uncomfortable in the spaces I left Ethan- this awkward, half-lit stage. He was in the dark: blind, but unaware, a srot of bad allusion to the Allegory of the Cave. I loved him, I did. I thought I did- he was stability and understanding, organization juxtaposed to my sloppy, haphazard way of living. He gave me the order I thought I needed, but since seeing Julian I felt that sort of normalcy was an incredible farce. What did wanting Julian make me? Was I just a leech for Ethan's affections in the place of something that gave the "real" Cadence structure? My paler, vanilla-self didn't need that flush of passionate, enthralling, stimulating rapport my sub-self craved. I was spoiled with Julian's attention when I did have it, or maybe he spoiled everything else for me. Everything else just seemed so dull and mediocre without his presence. 

I had been cleaning my brushes one afternoon while staring at my latest failure- a newly finished abstract in tertiary green and muddy yellow- when my phone whined from its charger, a number I hadn't recognized.

"Hello?" 

"How's my little bitch?" 
My hand groped instinctually for my neck, and I felt the collar as though it were a part of him. 

"God! Julian?" 

"Good, good. Me? I'm fine." 

I stood, leaving my brushes on the counter, not knowing what to say.

"I . . ." 

"Come over, I have something to show you."



It was warm in his bedroom. How he managed to keep it so comfortable in a building where I had suffered through frostbite in the colder months for as long as I had lived there was beyond me, but he did and I was happy to indulge in it. He bent over a box that he never bothered to unpack that served as a nightstand. A few sloppy white lines were left on the dull brown surface; probably some last-minute gesture of hospitality with his usual precision blurred from whatever he was under the influence of whatever pills they were. 

"Here, baby, it's ready for you if you are." He was then lying on his bed, his pillows and blanket formed a nest in the corner of the room. 




Obsession Ch. 02



"What is it exactly?" I felt a dangerous rush of familiarity already. 

"Candy." He gestured expectantly, a glint in his eye. 

It had been years since I had touched anything and I had a sickening weight of guilt in my guilt as I thought of the hell that sort of life put me through.

"It'll be good." He promised. "You told me you're not exactly a virgin to the stuff, and it's nothing too intense. It'll only feel good enough to apologize for being a recluse for the past week or so." 

He pulled himself up, leaning back against the headboard, watching me kneel on his floor, pulling my hair back. 

"Are you coming?" 
I climbed unsteadily onto the bed, crawling until I had straddled his relaxed frame. He held my face in his rough, strong hand, running a finger down my jaw as he looked me over. It inspired an incredible self-awareness, and a sense of comfort.

"I've been thinking, and I'm too nice to you." His touch ran down to the collar, toying with the silver ring that shone against black leather, "Aren't I?" 

I nodded, mute, my head thick, but still attuned to a threat of sex. 

"If you're going to be my sub, I want to feel like I really own you." His words came out lazily, almost indifferent, "I don't really own you. We're just playing house." 

"No." I agreed.

"Though, this was a start." He spoke of the collar. "You've been out and about telling the world who you belong to?" He tugged on it, pulling me closer to him. I was so warm in the room, warm and thick and lighter. My head was heavy; my thoughts floating in tangents- I bit my lip, not full convinced I could form coherent sentences. Sensation dominated all else as I just kissed him languidly, allowing him to peel my jeans off of me. 

He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer and kissed me with a confidence that forced my hips out to him. Everything seemed oddly heightened and dulled down, my thoughts growing blurred, smearing like fresh ink and growing indecipherable. Lips suctioned to my neck, nails baring down on sensitive skin, I felt our bodies moving as if they couldn't function independently of each other- contingent on each other like gears. 

"Did you touch yourself that night, baby?" 

I bridged the gap between us with my tongue, feeling him with my mouth, kissing his jaw. "No. . ." 

"Are you lying to me?" His grip on my ass ground me against his leg. 

"I didn't." I grinned, and clarity narrowed his eyes. 

"You slut." 

He bit me, and I felt genuine anger breaking my skin. 

"Ow! Jesus! What are you, jealous?" 

He dumped me beneath him, moving over me like a sheet. I was laying beneath him, feeling vulnerable and foolishly empowered. My head was swimming and I had to close my eyes. 

"After all that aching I did for you? All that pining for my obedient sub?" 

Opening them, my hands were tied to the headboard, and he was looming over me, kneeling statuesque- the definition of his body reminding me of a roman sculpture; a crop in his hand gave me chills. 

"Julian, come on. We never said we-" 

He slapped the leather instrument between my legs. 

"The only thing I want your mouth to do is suck. Other than that, it's only pissing me off." He blurred above me as he emphasized his words with crisscrossing strikes across my thighs. 

"Fuck." I whimpered, not fully comprehending the ripe pleasure that bloomed from the pain, opening doorways into lust. My back arched from the bed, and I was vaguely aware of the cuffs cutting into my wrists. 

"What?" He dared me, a furious snarl worked over his face as he made me gasp with another stroke, eliciting another sharp yelp. 

He held the crop still as it broke through the sensuous fecundity of the air, sliding it up my body. He slapped my cheek with it, and as thought it were his cock held it above my lips. 

"You love it so much, thank it." 

I groaned, feeling myself sober up in the moment.

"Now wait. Jul-" 

He snaked his hand between my thighs, pushing the scrap of panty aside, pulling his fingers back as though to gloat.

"Like I said: you love it. Now thank it properly with a kiss." 

It dangled above me as though he was feeding me grapes and I reached for it, my lips pouting in ambitious wait. I think he might have cursed as he lowered it to my mouth. Sight became too much of an accent to the reality of the obscene act, so I bit down on the leather swath, my eyes shut tight.

"Cadence," His voice sort of absorbed into my bloodstream, a thick masculine embellishment like a second collar. Just his voice had me owned.

He tossed aside his weapon and his body collapsed on top of me, showering me in his furious affections. His fingers played lightly over my clit and I wondered then how he knew to tease me barely touching me with his fingertips, he bit and licked my mouth with feverish delight in simply devouring me. It was an overwhelming lust that stripped us both down to mere sensations-Me, begging for his lips and his cock and ownership, him asking me to forget everything besides belonging completely to him. 

I felt him entering me and I almost wanted him to deny me even further, though it would've been cruel to both of us. I wanted that moment prolonged in a simple way, so that I could stay the center of his world for a moment longer. 

He quickly found a rhythm that both had his eyes shut in pleasure and made me groan and beg for him- all of him. He fucked me in cut time like it was a symphony he had written, my body was the music he could manipulate and maneuver with his own flesh and passion. He gasped into my ear, tell me how he wanted to destroy and rebuild me.

"Do it" I think I managed, or else garbled some affirmative. 

He held me up against him- I was only there to receive him. I lost control completely as he begged me and then ordered me to come for him. It was an untamable beast being unleashed, some fantastic ecstasy ripping from my body, all of my senses completely overwhelmed, all of my need coming to a melting point, and then slowly, slowly dissipating, slowly extinguishing. 

I woke up- or maybe came to- with Julian's lips pressed to my hair. 

"Honey?" 
I roused immediately with such an unexpected term of affection sittingi n the air, not belonging to me. The sun had melted somewhere outside and I was noticeably lucid. 

"Julian. . . Wow. . . Wow." 

He laughed that deep, warm laugh, kissing my chest. He was layingo n top of me, kissing my casually. 

"Wow yourself."

I reached to hold him tighter to me and the chain of the cuffs clanked. 

"Do you mind?" I looked down at him, feeling his stubble scratching my bare stomach.

"A little. Leather and chains are a good look for you." 

"I know, but still . . ." 

He worked them off of me, brining my wrists to his lips. He apologized for any residual soreness from my desperate yanking. 

"I don't think I can move . . ." 

"So? Where are you going?" 

I had curled up to him under his arm. I wore his collar and I felt at ease. I felt like I belonged to him. It was such a good, full, and sumptuous feeling and I centered all of my appreciating in soft, languid kisses. The reciprocation of such affections was everything to me- I could do little else but bask. 

"I've been composing again." He looked down at me, smiling. He never looked so happy as when he was talking about his music. 

"You have? That's great." I found his enthusiasm contagious.

"Actually, it's something I've been working on for you- it's what I wanted to show you." 

He laughed at the pleasure he saw on my face. 

"Oh, Julian! When can I hear it?" 

"Hmm it's not close to being finished, yet . . ." 

Every year a showcase of some of the breakthrough work of local composers and artists was held at the college, as the area was an alcove of talent brimming with jazz clubs and a few notable venues. The new work, to be celebrated and released in the next year, was always performed by the students majoring in music- a newer tradition that had started only about a decade ago. I had always been vaguely aware of it by the subliminal messages the fliers brought, posted on every hard surface. 

He had pulled me back into his arms on the bed, and I listened intently as Julian described how the piece would be performed by a girl he had taught for the past three years that served as his connection. I hadn't known he was into anything serious, but then, I didn't really know him. I studied his apartment as his voice tickled my ear.

It might have been because I took the comfort of his arms around me as a sense of security after he had me waiting for him for maybe a week, or maybe because I felt so satisfied in that moment after such a moment of passion, but I felt like I could tell him exactly what had been building in me. It was strange, the way he was so openly affectionate. I almost had to wonder if he thought I had switched places with his fiancée when he wasn't looking. I wasn't exactly sure just what those sweet kisses were saying, but I wanted them desperately. We were still in the throes of whatever it was he gave me, and so we weren't exactly our guarded selves. 

"I think I'm going to leave Ethan." I spoke to his bureau and bathroom door, feeling him hold me a little closer.

"Oh." 

I nodded. 

"That's too bad. I had no idea there was any sort of . . ." he trailed off, drumming his fingers on my hip as though it were a counter top. 

I sighed.

"Are you okay?" 

I turned in his grip and kissed him, suddenly needing the closeness.

"Hmm, baby, I'm sorry." He looked down at me, kissing my forehead.

"No you're not." I wasn't calling him out, really- just stating facts.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he brushed my hair back.

I was defensive, I know, but at that point I didn't really feel like he actually cared to hear anything about it. I had to look at the fact that I hadn't even known Julian for a month, and when we had been together we had one solid conversation that didn't end in him tying me to his bed frame. 

"Yes, but not with you." 

He laughed, biting my shoulder. 





Julian reached over and clicked the lamp off, the lights had extinguished outside of his bedroom and I wondered when he would buy curtains. Shadows were strewn across the tent that our bodies formed with the blankets and he was a tarp of warm, unexpected affection. He had me move as he pulled the sheets up from beneath us, pulling me back against him. 

"I want to hear you talk." 

"Okay." 

He let that one word escape and we were pushed back into a warm, comfortable silence. I placed my head on his chest, my fingers playing light patterns on his skin. 

"You know how in your apartment . . . all of your paintings?" 

He worked his fingers through my hair massaging my scalp, and I felt it down my back. 

"Hmmm."

"They're all finished, right?"

Another sleepy affirmative. 

"Why are they all holed up in there? Why aren't they on people's walls? Why aren't you famous?" 

I bit him, grateful. 

"Someone has to care first." 

"I care," he kissed my shoulder, my arm, my cheek, spreading warmth where his lips trailed, "I'll buy them all, how much do you want for them?" 

"I don't want your pity money." I bit his chest, squirming out of his grip. 

"It's not pity-money; I always wanted to be the kind of person who was surrounded by art." 

"No you don't. You'll have buyer's remorse as soon as you sober up- all those couples you don't know staring at you all the time." 

He kissed me hard on the lips, and lie back down. 

". . . Besides, you'll have two of them in your house already. You'll be the most narcissistic couple ever, competing for the space above the fireplace" 

"In my future mansion we'll have multiple fireplaces." 

He thought about it for a moment, and started again. 

"And anyway they aren't for us, it's for our families. I miss you, Cadence." 

It all poured out and I woke up a little at his non sequitor. 

"Where am I going?" 

"When you go tonight, I'm going to miss you." 

I clung to him, his strong broad chest, and was surprised when he held me there. 

"I don't want to go." 

He kissed me lightly, almost as if to tease. 

"No. . . " I insisted, refusing to kiss back. 

He rebutted by rolling on top of me, grabbing my wrist and pinning it above me, kissing me again and again until I caved. 

"I'm sore. . . " I pouted. 

"I don't care." 



The words sent a thrill through me. As I felt him move over me, our bodies locked into place. What was it about him hurting me that burned me up with voracious lust? I thought of his body arched over me, pressed to me as I remembered the pleasure-pain contort my limbs and brand me with a perverse sort of pride. He wanted to punish me for forcing him to feel something he couldn't control. He in turn broke me, ruined me, branded me with his pain and made me seek out his pleasure; to want nothing more than to be his to hurt, to provoke that passionate exchange. To be held in his arms and made to feel nothing but the fury of him. It was an experience all in itself. It wasn't anything I could explain to myself. It wasn't something just anyone could produce. Hand any sadist a whip and your name and he'll produce stripes and shame to feed his own ambitious hungers. What Julian had was terrifically unique in that he embodied that pain and he understood it enough to provide a newer, cleaner version. He was passion, too, and empathy and experience- privy to all of the most cultured tastes, the most profound statements. He understood women and he understood his effect on them. He understood symbolism and eloquence. He blended the two with his animal need. He had me in the most vulnerable position humanely possible. It was only sex, it was supposed to be that way. No one was supposed to be devastated.



Obsession Ch. 02



Bob helped to clean Melissa up but as he was doing so, he was getting turned on by seeing her still swollen cunt. She sensed it because he was teasing her pussy lips softly, causing her to whimper again. He needed to feel her naked skin against his, so he shed all of her clothes. She didn't stop him as she helped him out of his shirt. Her fingers caressed his chest as her tongue licked his nipple, eliciting a deep groan out of him.

"Come here!" he demanded as he dragged her into an empty stall. He spread his legs and she climbed on top of him, sinking onto his thick cock, taking all of him at once. "Oh Fuck," he murmured, as she began to grind her pussy around his shaft. "Fuck me, Melissa!" he pleaded as she withdrew herself completely and plunged hard on him. She did several times and they both whimpered. She wanted to keep fucking him all day along and forget about going back to work. He grabbed her breasts and sucked on them as she bounced hard and fast on him, the heat rising steadily from her groin, her orgasm starting to take hold again. 

Their moans echoed throughout the bathroom, as Jason was once again fully hard. He hissed under his breath at hearing how wet Mel was as she slid up and down Bob's shaft. He began to imagine it was him pounding her as he listened to their breathing getting more ragged, as Bob slapped her ass hard, as she rode him harder now, grabbing onto his legs as an intense feeling of passion worked her way through her body. When he impaled her once with a hard thrust, she screamed, coming all over him as she continued to ride him. He kept slamming upwards into her, causing her to orgasm and cry out his name. "That's right. I want to keep you cumming!" as he pounded her over and over, her cunt clenching his dick, as he pushed up with his hips finally releasing a huge load of cum into her. He swallowed her scream with a kiss, holding her tightly. By then Jason, had cum running all over his hands. 

She lay on his chest, covered with sweat as Bob planted a kiss softly on her head. "Melissa, I have always been interested in you. I just wasn't certain I should make the first move." 

"Well, we have gone beyond first moves." He chuckled softly at her comment, his voice getting serious.

"I could fuck you all night long. I'm really sorry we have to go back to work."

"How about after work, you come back to my place and we can see if you can?" she winked. 

"Is that challenge?" he teased, flicking her nipple, causing a shudder of pleasure.

"Yes!" 

"In that case, I accept!!" 

Jason couldn't believe his ears!! "This is not what was supposed to happen," as he chastised himself silently. He felt himself getting really angry as he came with a plan to humiliate her publicly. "She definitely needs to be punished and it has to happen today!" 

Jason knew almost everything about Melissa especially how she came to work. He remembered that she told him her car was in the shop getting repaired, so she had to take the subway. He started to formulate his plan based on this information.

At the end of the day, Jason followed Melissa who was taking her usual route. The train was extremely crowded that evening as he forced his way through the throes of people to situate himself behind her in the crowded train. Melissa couldn't see him as the train rocked a bit, her ass touching his crotch. He saw no reaction from her, as the train surged forward through the tunnel as he decided to make his move. When the train doors flew open at the next stop, he purposely squeezed his crotch against her, as passengers tried to get off. 

Melissa looked around as he backed off a bit, trying to see who did it but she didn't see anyone. As the train moved again, he got more brazen, rubbing his hard-on on her, reaching around to grope her breast. She tried to snap her head around to see who was doing it but he stopped her with these words. "If you don't let me do what I need to do to you here, I will tell everyone what you did with Dave."

She recognized his voice immediately as she whispered, "Jason?! Why?" 

"Why not, Mel? I think you need to realize that having an affair with Dave is wrong."

His hand unloosened a button in her blouse, so he could reach in to caress her breast. Despite her feeling reluctant, she was getting turned on by doing this in public. Her panties were moistening as he pushed his erect rod up and down against her, a quiet moan escaping her lips. 

"This is wrong. I consider you to be my friend. It's not right at all." He heard the slight anger in her voice mixed with arousal.

"Yes, it's wrong but you're wet, aren't you? Didn't you enjoy your time with Bob?" he inquired.

"How did you know?" As she thought more about it, she realized he was in the bathroom listening to them. 

"You know, what I really want to do you to right now, Mel? Aww, maybe I should show you." He was glad Mel had changed into a skirt since she was wearing pants before as he rolled up the material, exposing her bare ass.

"Not wearing any panties, I see?! Naughty girl!" he exclaimed, biting her earlobe, as she felt his finger probe between her pussy lips. She was sure saw a man in a seat watching them with a slight smile on his lips as Jason begin to play with her wet cunt, alternating between pumping his finger in and out while rubbing her hard clit. She bit down hard on her lips as her nipples hardened immediately, as she could hear how wet she sounded.

Many thoughts flowed through her mind, reminding her it was wrong to be violated in such a manner but deep down, she enjoyed it. Suddenly, Jason reached around to pull more buttons of her shirt open, to cup her breasts.

"Beautiful," he sighed as he continued to finger fuck her, adding more fingers, feeling herself getting ready to have an intense orgasm. "Oh Mel," he murmured in her ear, as he removed his fingers. She heard him unzip himself as his manhood penetrated between her legs; his thick pole pulsating as she grabbed his angry cockhead, wrapping her fingers around it as he pushed forward. "Mel, keep doing that," he instructed her as he pushed in and out between her legs, as she fisted him.

"Mmm," she muttered, wanting him to fuck her, as her juices were coating his shaft. 

He finally dove into her wetness as they both sighed, needing that completion. He grabbed her waist tightly as she held onto the bar above, as he stroked deep inside, stretching her pussy almost to the limit as she gritted her teeth in pleasure and pain. 

"So tight," he whispered as he forced all of himself in her cunt, buried now as he stopped. 

"Oh God! Please!!" she whimpered as he began to move, pummelling her deep each time as the train rocked through the tunnels. He reached around with one hand, pulling her shirt to the side, to expose one breast out in the open as he pulled her nipple. She gripped the bar tightly as his cock filled her completely. As the train thinned out a bit, she pushed back on him, pumping her plump ass on his rigid shaft back and forth.

"Oh Fuck!!" he sighed, as his fingers brushed her long, black hair to the side, to kiss her neck. "Oh God, Melissa, you're killing me." He took control again, grabbing her hair and wrapping it around his hand. He drew her almost upright, fucking her hard, both of them trying to suppress their cries as he finally spilled into her, feeling her clench around him as she exploded, practically milking his cock with her climax.

They were breathless for the next few minutes, his head resting on her back as she restored herself to decency. He fixed his clothes as they both sat down, not saying anything to each other as they watched the other people around them. 

"Mel, I'm just trying to help you to be your true self."

"What do you mean? You mean like being a slut. I'm not a slut. I just enjoy having sex."

"I know and there is nothing wrong with that," he said, resting a hand on her thigh. "I think you have pretended to be something you know you're not." 

She didn't know how to respond as her eyes focused on a young guy staring at her. She wondered what had his attention as she followed his gaze and could see some of Jason's cum on her thigh. She blushed, wiping it off with her fingers and slowly, sucking it off. She could see the young man getting a boner as he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

To be continued.



Obsession Ch. 02



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is loosely based off several characters from the hit soap One Life to Live. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. First and foremost, this story is a romance/drama, not a sex story.

Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.

This story is AU with a supernatural twist. 

***Chapter Two : Everlasting***

Lowering her on the bed, Todd didn't break the kiss. Her mouth was so sweet. She tasted of just the hint of spiced brandy. Although she faught him, his body had taken full possession of hers, making it impossible for Marty to escape. Their breathing came out in harsh puffs when he finally came up for air and gazed down into her beautiful and anguished face. "You know, when I am through with you, your sailor-boy isn't going to want you anymore, because you're going to belong entirely to me," he said in a husky voice. "I am going to BURN every part of myself into you, until you are forever-mine."

"No!" Marty cried out, trying to twist out from beneath him, but he was just too strong. He grabbed her slender wrists in a punishing grip, raising them above her head. The movement exposed the tender column of Marty's neck and pushed her breasts up and foward. Todd smirked, taking in the delightful sight before his eyes.

"You look good enough to eat," he quipped, his pearly white teeth gleaming in the firelight.

"Stop it!" she hissed, hating him with every fiber of her being. "You're hurting me!"

"You're the one that wanted it this way, Marty," he spoke. "I tried to give you pleasure and passion, but you wanted THIS! I'm going to give it to you just the way you wanted!"

"No! NOOO!" she said in a sob, because she knew he meant it. He was absolutely determined to take what it was he wanted and there was nothing she could do to stop him. As his lips descended onto her neck, kissing and tasting forcefully, his tongue seeking her pulse point, her sobs lessened to tiny whimpers. Her every movement against him in a futile attempt to escape seemed to excite him further, so eventually she just lay there, tense and unmoving.

She was scared, absolutely terrorfied but despite it all, the feel of his lips against her skin caused liquid fire to pulse within her veins. *Ohhh my God, I want him!* she thought to herself. *I long for his touch... his kiss... for HIM.* Those thoughts and feelings scared her even more. She began to renew her struggle against him, but immediately stopped when she felt his teeth pierce sharply at the most sensitive and tender place on her neck. What had been intended as a little nibble had become more like a bite. She would have slapped him had her hands been free of his confining, ferocious grip.

"I hope you die. I hope the demons of hell rise up and take you away!" Marty yelled, when he raised his head to meet her fiery gaze.

"Ohhh yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? If I go, babe, I'm taking you with me," came his fierce promise, as he moved off her slightly and used his free hand to rip the thin garment away from her body. "Ahhh yes... about time I got to see what I paid for, don't you think?"

Marty screamed when the filmy nightie she wore was ripped to shreds right down the middle. Seeing the desire in Todd's eyes smouldering when he looked at her doubled her fear and frustration to break free. "Please don't do this... please let me go," she began to plead, tears streaming from her dark blue eyes.

Todd took in the sight of her naked and trembling in his arms. A half-grin on his face, he shook his head. "Sorry, baby... I'm not stopping. I'm just now getting started."

Hot tears stained Marty's face when she turned her head to the side, not wanting to look at him anymore. She couldn't see his eyes because he made her want him too much. He had ignited fire within her blood, making her desire him beyond any other, even Suede, the man she was to marry. "I hate you," she murmured, as the tears trailed down her cheeks.

Todd looked at her as a mingling of passion and tenderness began to bombard him. He looked as though he were fascinated with her tears. Softly he began caressing her cheek, catching the tears. With his every soft touch, her breathing increased. The sounds of their ragged breaths and pounding hearts echoed in Marty's ears.

"It doesn't have to be this way," he whispered softly, almost gently. "It could be different... pleasurable..."

She shook her head, still refusing to look at Todd. "It can't be like that... I'm engaged to Suede. I love him..." she stated.

With a heavy sigh, Todd knew what he must do. She wasn't going to give it willingly, so it would seem he must take it. Rising to his feet, he held her down to the bed with the strength of one muscular arm. With his other arm and his body half over hers, he reached for a couple of pillowcases he would use to tie her wrists to the bedposts. Seeing his intention, Marty screamed and struggled wholeheartedly, but she was no match for his superior strength. Pulling the knots tight, Todd had her fully bound to his bed. There was no way she was escaping him.

Standing up and not saying a word, Todd began to remove his clothing, dropping all of it to the floor. Marty's eyes were huge as she watched him, catching sight of his thick arousal. Never before had she seen a man naked although she had been told the mechanics of making love. Once again a fierce combination of dread and desire overtook her as she felt strangely fascinated by the sight of his maginificient body. The urge to have him touch her was stronger than her urge to break free as she tried to avert her gaze despite his powerful magnetism.

*I hate you... I hate you,* was the littany she recited over and over in her head. She tried to make her hatred toward him stronger than any other feeling as he strode back over to the bed.

He crawled into bed with her, his body hot and muscular against hers. She forgot to breathe as she felt his flesh pressed to hers. "I've never wanted anyone as I want you," she heard him whisper in her ear, sending a shiver through her all the way down to her core.

"Just rape me and get it over with," she boldly commanded him, hating what he did to her, making her want him.

Todd was taken aback by her hateful words, but he wasn't detered for long. If that's what she wanted, then that's what she would have. "Enough of the foreplay then. I guess we move right on to the good stuff," he said in a steely voice, anger surging through him because despite all his efforts this woman just didn't seem to want him.

His eyes slid down her body, over her perfect pink-tipped breasts and the tiny shadow of curls between her long beautiful legs. How he wanted those legs wrapped around him tight, her body moving with his in a dance of love and desire. Clearly, with her, he'd never have what it was he most desired. This woman had made it perfectly clear that she despised him and wanted nothing more but to spit upon his grave. The only way he'd have this beauty was if he brutally took what it was she was refusing him.

*I'm going to make you forget your precious Suede. I'm going to make your heart pound for only me,* he thought to himself, as he lay his hand on one of her breasts and lightly squeezed the globe within his palm. Her nipple peeked instantly, pressing against his flesh. A little whimper fell from Marty's lips as a flood of sweet moisture pooled between her legs. She silently cursed her body, for it longed for this man. She really couldn't deny it to herself a moment longer; she did want to be taken by him.

Marty twisted in the bonds, feeling his hand slide lower, to the point of her greatest desire. Their eyes met as he lightly stroked her, finding her wet and hot for him. "So, you don't want me, huh?" he said as his fingers found her. "If you don't want me, why are you slick with honey?"

As he said the words, a single finger traced her folds, opening her slightly to his touch. "Stop!" she hissed, hating this and loving it so much all at once. She thought she was going to go crazy with the way he was touching her. Completely out of her mind. Suddenly she couldn't get enough.

He teased her hard little clit, smearing it with her juices. "Yes, you do like that; I can tell..." he chuckled, continuing to toy with her overly-sensitive clit. If he didn't stop... she was going to...to... "Todd, please...!" she cried out, although she had no idea what it was she was begging for.

Right when she thought she couldn't take it a moment longer, he withdrew the finger, suddenly ceasing all of his touches altogether. "Enough of this. You're right..." he murmured, moving over her slightly within the bed. "We should really get on with it. I can't wait a moment longer."

Fear gripped her when she felt his hot, hard body pressing flush to hers. His knees parted her legs as she felt the steely tip of his cock pressing against her moist entrance. A thousand warning signs were going off in Marty's head as Todd thrust forward, entering her with a deep, penetrating thrust. A scream tore from her lips as he buried himself completely in her snug heat. What was intense pleasure for him was nothing but blinding pain for her. Tears swam in her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.

Embedded deeply inside of her, his body crushed hers, Todd couldn't move a muscle. She was fire and silk around him, encasing him so tightly. To him nothing had ever felt as good as this, yet her cry of pain had touched him somewhere deep inside. Their gazes met and he looked into her tear-filled eyes. "Shhhh..." he whispered, softly caressing her cheek in an effort to soothe her. "The pain will fade and you'll be alright in a moment... I promise..."

"It hurts... so much..." she dragged out in a tiny sob.

"I know; you're so tight..." he responded as he caressed away all of her tears. "I don't want to hurt you... I really don't. I want to make it good for you..."

"It feels so fucking good to me," he murmured, burying his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder wanting to move so damn badly, but he couldn't because he had to give her time to adjust to his invasion.

After a moment she seemed to relax around him, and her heart beat sped up, realizing how completely joined they had now become. It was as if her body were accepting and welcoming him, despite how she strongly she had claimed to despise him. Experimentally, Todd moved his hips just a fraction, testing for Marty's reaction while looking down into her beautiful face. Her eyes went closed and she sucked in her breath sharply, loving the sensations that assaulted her with just that single movement.

He laughed softly, pleased with her reaction. He slowly withdrew from her snug depths watching her face with his each and every movement. "Look at me," he commanded. As soon as her sapphire eyes opened to collide with his gaze, he moved his hips, sending his hard length back into her welcoming folds.

"So, you hate me, huh?" he taunted in a sexy voice. "This doesn't feel like you hate me. You're so tight... and hot and wet; it feels like you want me very much..."

With his words he was pounding into her, his hard length sliding into her again and again. Slowly at first... then faster and faster. Marty made a strangled sound as the pleasure intensified. She was falling... falling... and she needed Todd to catch her. 

Suddenly she let out a scream, falling right of the edge into a pool of ecstasy. She thought she was drowning but then she felt Todd's arms around her, holding her safe in his embrace. When he felt her orgasm and the flood of her juices, it brought him swiftly to his own peak. Suddenly he was cumming hard, spilling himself in a surge into her depths. He pumped his hips hard, roughly reaching his own fulfillment.

After it was over, they were both dazed, trying to draw in depleted breaths. Hot tears started falling again from Marty's eyes. What had she done? Her emotions were atangle as Todd continued to lay over her, his body joined to hers.

"Get off me," she bit out. "You got what you wanted. Untie me, so I can go home."

Todd raised his head, looking at her with a storm brewing in his eyes. Her words wounded him. He thought after what they had just shared, she would feel something other than stark animosity for him. Wordlessly he withdrew from her depths, half-rolling over in the bed to free himself from her body.

His heart was still pounding from the afterglow of their passion as she glared at him as though she wished he was dead. Every hateful look she shot him sent more daggers into his heart. With a fierce growl he untied her wrists, freeing her from the bonds that had kept her immobalized to his bed. Before he could stop her, she slapped him across the face with surprising strength, the force of it cutting his lower lip. He clutched his mouth with his hand, his lip now throbbing and bleeding as she gave him a wicked glare.

"I guess one blood-letting deserves another, I suppose," he said dryly, seeing the dark smear of virgin's blood upon her thighs.

"Go to hell!" she quipped, crawling out of the bed and draping the sheet around her naked body.

"You better call for your servant girl to bring my clothes right now or I'm going to grab your fireplace poker and kill you with it!" Marty threatened.

Todd sighed, sitting up in the bed himself, yet making no move to cover his nudity. "You aren't leaving me that easily," he spoke. "If you walk out that door, you're going to regret it. You'll never be free of me."

"One night! That's all you get!" Marty exclaimed, her voice rising on the edge of hysteria. "I hate you and everything you stand for and I never, EVER want to see you again!"

She began looking around the room for some sort of weapon she could use to wipe that smug look off his face. He knew! It was just as he had promised. He HAD burned himself into every pore of her body, making her his own. God, how she hated him!

Seeing Marty about to lose it, Todd bellowed at the top of his lungs, "Rebecca!" A sheet wrapped around his hips, Todd went to the door, unlocking it so the maid Rebecca could enter. "Bring the... lady here her clothes," Todd commanded as he tossed a glance over at Marty. A moment later, Rebecca returned, carrying Marty's light-blue dress in her hands. Todd snatched the dress from Rebecca and grumbled to her, "Get the fuck out."

Rebecca ran off as though the hounds of hell were chasing her. Todd looked at the dress a moment, catching Marty's sweet scent wafting from the soft fabric. Quietly, he placed the garment in her hands. "Put the dress on and I'll have Briggs return you to the inn," he said before going to stand in front of the window, looking down at the gardens below.

With trembling fingers, Marty hastily stepped into her dress. Her movements were shaky as angry tears blinded her eyes. A moment later, she had buttoned the garment and stood ready to exit the chamber. But Todd's words suddenly stopped her in her tracks. "Don't think we're finished, not by a long-shot. You're mine...and the day will come when I will reclaim you," he spoke. "You can't hide from me. I'll find you. No matter where you're at, I'll find you. And next time, I'm never, EVER letting you go."

She gave him a look that said she'd die before she'd ever let him have such power over her again. Then she walked as fast as she could out of his chamber and out of his life. She ran down the staircase and out to the carriage as though she were running from her life. From that point on, Marty Saybrooke's life would never be the same. She had become Todd Manning's obsession.



Obsession Ch. 02



This is how Erika sees the follow up to Chapter 1 (you should read that chapter first before reading this) and is written in her own words. I've tweaked it slightly, mainly to add a few pieces of clarification from Callie's perspective.

ERIKA

I smiled to myself as I left Claire panting in the bathroom.

I'd been watching her closely beforehand. She'd known that, too. I'd positioned myself in her eye line as she'd chatted to her girlfriend at the restaurant table. Her dark eyes had eventually begun to return the series of flirtatious glances I'd sent her way. When she headed to the restrooms—alone—I'd taken instant advantage. 

She was truly sexy ... wanton, a little restrained and almost blissfully unaware of the real potential of her untapped sexuality. 

I had more plans to awaken her later.

As I walked back through the little corridor that separated the bathroom from the restaurant's dining area, I heard the echo of my stilettos on the polished floor and I knew that it would reverberate back into Claire's burning ears. 

"Good," I thought. "She'll remember that for a long time to come."

I paused briefly at the archway by the counter at the back of the restaurant, took a card out of my purse and scribbled a note on it. A final fluff of my hair, a quick glance into the thin mirror beside the bar, and I stalked past Claire's girlfriend ... but not before casually dropping the card onto the place setting in front of her.

I tried to imagine the look of shock on her face, but I didn't look back as I breezed out into the warm summer afternoon. 

"Wait ..." her voice came after me. 

I didn't falter. I didn't even blink. I simply smiled wickedly to myself as I strode confidently away.

CALLIE

I'd been texting the hotel reservation system on my iPhone while I waited for Claire to return from the bathroom. I swear, that girl has a bladder the size of a watermelon. Just then, I felt rather than saw, a presence glide by me like a shark in deep water. 

A business card almost magically appeared on the table mat in front of me, and I looked up to see a stunningly dressed brunette walking away from me and towards the door. 

I glanced back down at the card. It had the name 'Erika' calligraphically engraved on it, together with a telephone number underneath. I flipped it over in an automatic gesture, not really expecting anything...

"Your girlfriend is a whore."

I had never really understood the saying, 'Fear gripped my heart'. But at that exact moment I felt a hand inside me, carefully layering ice over the thing beating in my chest like a drum. Not five minutes ago, I'd been thinking only of what Claire and I were going to do together in the posh suite that neither of us could have afforded on our own.

And now I was trying to come to terms with ... wait... 

"WAIT," I called after her... 

This made no sense. I wanted to find out what was going on, but the woman was rapidly disappearing and I was torn between the need to find out what she meant and the desire to stay and talk to Claire about what was going on. 

I sat back down on the chair and tried to compose myself, tried to make sense of this bolt out of nowhere that made a mockery of the girl I had fallen in love with two years previously.

A whore? What ... what did that mean? 

Did she know Claire? That was doubtful, we hadn't been in the City for long and we'd been virtually inseparable during that time. 

Had she caught Claire doing something in the restrooms? It wasn't unknown for either of us to masturbate in a public place when the need overtook us. Heavens, we'd even gone down on the other from time to time, loving the danger that came with the threat of being caught in public.

Was that it? Had she heard Claire masturbating, or caught her in a stall when she hadn't closed the door properly? 

She had been in the bathroom longer than usual. 

I had almost convinced myself that was the reason behind the card when it struck me that even if the woman had stumbled across such a scene; she had no way of knowing that Claire was at the restaurant with me. It didn't make any sense.

At that exact moment, the love of my life walked out of the corridor at the back of the restaurant and smiled at me. She looked nervous and a little flushed, or was I imaging that? I returned the smile but a million thoughts were locked behind my eyes. 

"You ready?" she whispered to me as she bent down and kissed my cheek. 

Her hand delicately traced the back of my neck, idly toying with the tendrils of hair that lay there. A shudder of arousal raced through me. I decided that any questioning would have to wait until later, when I'd had the chance to think things through. 

Walking out of the restaurant with her, I tried desperately not to think about the implications of the card now lying in my purse.

ERIKA

My office is on the seventeenth floor of a tower that faces others of its ilk, in a downtown core that is positively packed with concrete. The only real pleasure is that in the late afternoon, sunlight streams in through a window that faces my desk, and that's when I normally go and sit on the couch and let it wash over me. 

It was two days after I had dropped the card onto the place setting in front of Claire's girlfriend and I was lost in a reverie, thinking about the two women, when my cell phone rang. 

"You can't always get what you waaaant"

"You can't always get what you waaant"

"You can't..." 

I clicked the little green telephone icon before Jagger could repeat himself.

"Yes?"

"Hello?" 

It was a small voice with an ever-so-slightly affected accent.

"Who is this?"

"This is Callie Adams. You're Erika, I presume? You dropped a card in front of me at that restaurant close to the convention centre? A couple of days ago?"

I sat back in the soft leather embrace of the couch and smiled deeply. 

I could have told her that things had developed at pace. That Claire had telephoned me yesterday, when Callie was ill and we had met for lunch in the same restaurant. I could have confided that with just my big toe, I had made her girlfriend cum at the same table they had shared. That I had taken her back to my apartment afterwards and devoured her thoroughly. Made her mine.

Instead, I threw in a simple, "Well, she is."

I simply adored theses games and what they led to. I felt rather than heard the shock in her voice as she tried to compose herself and pressed on, unwilling to let this opportunity pass by. 

"Though, I'm not at all sure that she acts that way with you. I have a lot to tell you. Six o'clock. Empire Grill. I'll be waiting."

I pressed the red telephone icon and put the phone down on the couch next to me. I didn't think she'd call back but waited a few moments just in case. Just as I thought, the phone was silent. 

The odds were about fifty-fifty that she wouldn't show up at all, but then curiosity killed the cat. She clearly hadn't spoken to Claire about my message or she wouldn't have been calling me. Nor did she have the faintest idea of what had transpired yesterday between her girlfriend and I. The recollections still made me wet. 

That meant she wanted to work through this on her own and that she wouldn't bring her lovely girlfriend to the meeting. 

That suited me perfectly. 

CALLIE

I watched Claire soap herself through the glass walls of the shower. The whole decadent suite was a blend of dark wood and chrome and flat surfaces; very different from the standard business rooms we'd been used to in the past. I could get used to this but the reality was that we'd shortly be returning home once the conference had finished.

I'm not sure what had made me contact Erika, other than being overwhelmed by the need to know the truth. I'd ruminated on the decision for two days before making the call. I know I should have talked to Claire first, but I stupidly couldn't bring myself to ask her.

I had told myself a couple of times to simply throw away the card and forget about the message. But instinct told me there was more to this than met the eye. This woman was threatening my carefully built status quo, but she obviously something to say. 

What? Why?

I could still see her in my mind's eye even though I'd only managed a glimpse at her. She was much older than either Claire or I, in her mid forties, perhaps? A few strands of her dark hair sexily had fallen across her face and her dress had displayed almost as much of her long toned legs as it had her impressive cleavage.

Perhaps that was part of my nervousness? I knew she was exactly the type Claire would find attractive. She had always liked older, dominant women and the authoritative way Erika had spoken to me over the telephone confirmed she fit that description to a tee.

Turning back to the shower cubicle, I decided to forget about it until I'd heard what she had to say. 

Claire was rinsing herself with the handheld unit and my nipples stiffened as her eyes locked onto mine. She gave me one of her smiles as she leaned back against the far wall and then I saw her eyes close as she brought the needle spray down between her legs. 

I groaned softly as I saw her thighs part and her torso convulse slightly as the water cascaded over her, over the soft sweet labia that I suddenly wanted to kiss so much that it took my breath away.

"Claire..." I said under my breath.

And then the word 'Whore' came into my brain. 

I stopped cold. It couldn't be that the woman had actually touched her, could it? Kissed her? More? That was impossible. Claire was faithful and I was the one with the wandering eye. Still, the new thought was intriguing. What could they have done? My mind flooded with images of the two of them and I was both horrified and aroused beyond belief. 

My Claire? A whore? 

The thought stabbed into my heart and all the way up into my sex. All of a sudden I couldn't stop my fingers from wandering down my stomach.

"Whore," I whispered to myself and I felt myself shake with the beginnings of a surreal lust. Ten seconds later, I was nude, and my hand was on the shower door. 

"Let me help you with that," I said, smiling as I entered...

ERIKA

I lay back on the couch, my heart racing. My fingers were damp from the invasion I'd just launched on my pussy. I had been thinking about the way I'd held Claire against the counter in the restaurant's bathroom and gripped her hair, forcing her to look at herself as I took her from behind. She'd felt so good, so alive, so ... lewd and willing. 

It had barely taken a glance for her to give herself to an utter stranger. 

I felt the arousal surging through me again as I replayed the scene in my mind, from my initial glimpse of her as she washed her face in the sink, to the way her wetness clung to my manicured fingertips after I'd essentially raped her. 

"Whore," I whispered to the air as my fingers lingered at the top of my clitoral hood. 

"Slut," I sighed, thinking about the way her mouth had subsequently felt when I'd brought her home and masturbated over her face.

"Bitch," I continued, recalling the eager way she had licked me, without even a thought for her beautiful girlfriend.

"Harlot," I thought, as I imagined Callie's reaction if she had been able to watch as I had plunged my strap-on inside the delicious dark-haired dream again and again.

Each thought took me closer and then the orgasm burst with a ferocity that surpassed even my standards. As it shook me, I rested my head on the back of the couch and repeatedly fucked myself with two fingers. 

Staccato, harsh, almost violent with my own need. And then soft and tender, stroking the wet pink flesh and dragging the moisture up and over my taut skin.

CALLIE

While I was in the shower, looking down at the way Claire knelt between my outstretched legs, I couldn't get the forbidden images out of my mind. What if I was Erika? What if Claire was down between that woman's legs the way she was with mine?

The thought was obliterated from my mind as her hands found purchase on my ass, pulling my whole lower body to her greedy mouth. Her tongue found me, and her eyes looked up at me as she licked me through an orgasm that had me grasping for something to hold onto.

As the hot water cascaded over both of us, I gripped a fistful of her wet crazy black mane and forced her mouth hard up against my sex.

"Lick me," I rasped frantically. "Lick me LICK ME LICK ME!!!!" 

I began to scream out the words as I felt her mouth fasten over my clit and her tongue rasped against it. 

"Lick me ... you WHORE!" 

I said it unthinkingly and I felt her freeze under me, but just for a moment. I'd never said anything quite so crude to her in my life, and I was scared that she'd react badly. But she seemed to thrive on it instead. She renewed her assault on me and I felt her curl her middle finger up and press it against my tiny little puckered ass. 

My eyes closed as she ever so gently applied a little pressure, her tongue a little buzz saw, her eyes dark pools of lust that threatened to swallow me whole.

That did it.

I shrieked and let myself go, the orgasm climbing up out of me like a butterfly ripping its cocoon. I closed my eyes fully and just like that, unbidden, I saw Erika in front of me, smiling as she watched the two of us in the shower. It was so real and so surreal that I didn't know what to do or say, other than to allow myself to be swept along in the bliss.

A couple of minutes later, or maybe it was a couple of hours, I came back to my senses and opened my eyes. Claire was sitting on her haunches, her hands on my thighs, looking up at me with a sexy smile on her lips. 

"Where did you go just then?" she breathed.

"I don't know," I said, bending down to kiss her.

It wasn't true. I knew exactly where I'd been. And the thought frightened me.

ERIKA

I sat at the bar in the Empire Grill and tapped my fingernails impatiently on the long burnished mahogany counter, trying not to think about how disappointed I was at the absence of the blonde girl I had tried to provoke. 

6:15 p.m.

6:20 p.m.

My anger was increasing.

6:25 p.m.

What a waste of time. 

She called my bluff, I said to myself as I checked my cell phone one last time.

I swung myself to the left, my thighs revealed just a little too much to be called tasteful, and I looked down at the floor to make sure that I didn't slip on the well-worn floorboards. 

As I looked back up again, she was standing in front of me.

Concealing my sudden satisfaction, I cocked my head slightly to the left and arched an eyebrow. 

"Is this what passes for punctuality in England?" I murmured.

Before she could reply, I started to walk past her and looked down in distaste as her hand stopped me by gripping my forearm. I looked back up into her eyes and let the impassive gaze on my face do all the communication necessary. 

"I'm sorry..." she blurted. "It's just that Claire—"

I held my finger up to her mouth, placing it across her soft lips. I wanted her off-balance, unable to hold a truly coherent thought.

"That's just an excuse. We both know that."

I didn't give her the luxury of responding and nodded at the bartender as I retook my seat. 

"Sit," I softly but firmly told her.

She hesitated briefly but then took the seat next to me. I silently stared in her eyes, waiting until the bartender poured two more martinis into the triangular glasses and placed the drinks beside us. I pushed one of the icy cold glasses towards her fingers and watched, a half-smile on my lips, as she sipped carefully.

"I can see why Claire isn't a whore with you," I murmured, keeping our gazes locked. "You're not ready for that from her, are you?"

I saw the shock at my words displayed in her expression and waited for it to dissipate slightly before continuing. This beautiful girl in front of me was not at all prepared for me to rather blatant strip the facade off her girlfriend and it kept her off-guard.

"I can see why you love her, though," I said, gently running my fingertip over the edge of the glass. "She's quite something."

I toyed with my drink, watching the evidence of her internal struggle in her wide eyes. 

"I know you'd like me to tell you what happened," I said wickedly, arching an eyebrow again.

I was relishing every second of the dual forces raging in the woman. When I rested my palm softly on her thigh, she gave a huge intake of breath. And yet, she made no attempt to move my hand away.

"But instead," I said, moving close enough for her to feel my hot breath on her cool cheek. "I'm going to show you..." 

CALLIE

I sat silently in the taxi next to Erika, wondering what lay ahead.

First thing this morning, I had made the excuse to Claire that I wanted to get away from the convention today and do some shopping instead. It was a viable pretext. The session was focusing on financials and that was neither my strength nor of any real interest to me. 

That was Claire's cup of tea.

Once she had headed off to the conference I had dressed hurriedly, throwing on a skirt and blouse and a pair of knee-high boots to give me just a little bit of extra height. 

I still had no idea how to approach this with Erika, but the whole situation had been grating on my nerves for too long. The more I thought about her message the more confused I was becoming. Talking directly to her would clarify everything and then I could put this whole stupid misunderstanding behind us. 

But if this woman was playing games with us, she needed a serious comeuppance and I was just the one to give it to her. I had made a point of being late, just as a way of showing her who was in control. 

But everything had fallen apart in a matter of moments...

Seeing her there at the bar had made my heart beat faster. She was magnetic. Her hair was just a mass of sinful red flowing waves, her body was lush and full and ripe like a bursting peach. I had felt my mouth go dry as I took in the sum of the parts.

Then I began to panic as she had started to leave. All of my carefully sculpted words had drained out of me as I had hurried across to her. 

And now, one drink later, I was no wiser and yet I was already dancing to her tune. I convinced myself that I had to follow this through. That it was Claire's fault I was sitting in the taxi with this woman, not mine. She wasn't willing to tell me what had happened between her and my girlfriend. If I was to find out, I had to let her show me instead!

Despite myself, the thought had my pulses racing with anticipation. 

ERIKA

I didn't say a word in the taxi as it took us to my apartment. 

She wanted to know what had happened between me and her girlfriend and I was basking in the knowledge that she had accepted my terms. I'd told her that I wasn't going to tell her. I was going to show her. That left no room for any misunderstanding but to reinforce the point I casually stroked the top of her thigh on the journey. 

I could feel the heat of her rising, together with her shame. 

It was a heady mix for me. The lust, the fact that I was seducing her from her girlfriend, the fact that I'd already HAD her girlfriend, the triple betrayal of adultery. I was absolutely drenched already, and the thought of showing her how Claire had been so eager and willing to cheat on her was making me breathless.

I waited until we were leaving the cab before speaking again.

"I didn't even know her name when I was fucking her with my fingers," I said casually, twisting the sexual knife. 

Her whole body jerked, as if my words were a tangible object and I'd just struck her across the face with it. I tipped the driver well and then let her glimpse my cleavage as I bent to adjust the strap of the Gucci pump that adorned my foot.




Obsession Ch. 02



"Come to think of it," I added, looking up at her as I held the position for a few extra seconds. "I don't even know your name and I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy you even more than I did her."

CALLIE

In the midst of my passion, it occurred from nowhere that Erika might have been untruthful about her and Claire ... that the story might have been an elaborate charade as part of her plan to seduce me.

I didn't care. All that mattered was the way this woman's magical mouth was ravaging me. And the irony of that didn't escape me. The way I was giving myself so willingly made me the whore that Erika had referred to my girlfriend on her business card.

My fingers clawed at her sheets and my back arched as she took me to another high. Her wicked brown eyes stared up at me as her mouth, lips and tongue made me whimper like the out of control slut I was. Her soulful gaze was defying me to resist and this time I screamed out as another orgasm overwhelmed my trembling body.

This woman that I'd known for not more than an hour was doing things to me that I'd only ever read about in the kinds of books that are sold with plastic wrap on the cover. Her fingers and mouth combined to urge me to heights that I'd not even believed possible.

Even more, the lewd way in which she called me a slut ... a whore ... a bitch ... a harlot ... lit a fire I couldn't withstand. 

"Your beloved girlfriend loved this..." she teased as she kissed her way up my body.

I knew her words to be true. Claire did love it when I slurped my way along her body. I shivered at the mixture of words and actions.

"She moaned like a bitch on heat when I sucked hard on her pebble-hard nipple like this," she continued.

Heat covered my body and I pushed my breasts up against her playful mouth. Claire loved having her breasts pleasured this way.

"And she screamed when I did this," she added as she circled my clit with her fingernail.

I shrieked like a banshee...

And just then, right when I thought I couldn't possibly cum any harder, she opened the drawer of the Scandinavian bedside table and pulled out a dildo.

"Viens ici, ma chatte..." she whispered.