His Obsession (11 page)

“What are you doing?” Claire asked
as they neared.

“I’m just waiting for someone.
My boyfriend actually.”
She pulled her bag up on her
shoulder.

Come on, Stephen.

“
Sweety
,
you can’t call that slob a boyfriend.”

“I’m not talking about him.”

They gave her a disbelieving look.
She noticed they sat on the wall a couple of feet away. Ten minutes later
Stephen pulled up. Instead of being angry with him for being later she walked
to him as he got out of the car. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He held
her.

“Please, kiss me like you can’t wait
to get into my pants. Please.” He gave her a funny look. “I’ll make it up to
you.”

He swung her up into his arms
slamming his lips on hers in the process. In no time at all she was totally
devoted to the kiss, with her friends at the back of her mind. He sank his
fingers into her hair combing out the locks from the ponytail she wore.

She settled down. “Wow,” she said.

“Wave to your
friends for the full effect.”

Ursula did as he asked, then
followed him to her side of the car. He helped her in. She saw the other
students watching her until they drove away.

“Do you want to tell me what the
display was for?” he asked.

“They drive me crazy. Paul made it
worse when he turned up one day begging for money. It was awful, and I haven’t
been able to live it down. Thank you.”

“You did say you’d make it up to me,” he said.

“I know. I’ve got chicken in your fridge. I’ll tempt your taste buds
unlike anything else.” She laughed when he sent her a funny look. “I promised
to make it up to you. I didn’t say how I’d repay you.”

He chuckled. When they got home Stephen went to answer the phone while
she started on dinner. She couldn’t believe how fast their relationship had
escalated in the last twenty-four hours. The undercurrent of sexual tension had
always been there from the very moment they met, but she had never thought they
would act on it. He came up behind her while she was cooking, his hands
circling her waist as he nuzzled her neck. “I’ve got to go out after dinner,”
he said.
 

“Where to?”
Her eyes closed as he cupped one of her
breasts. He set her blood on fire with need. She wore a blouse, and he
unbuttoned the top buttons. A moan escaped her as he teased her nipples once he
pulled her bra out of the way.

“I could touch you all night long and never let you go. You’re so soft.”
He kissed her neck then moved down to her shoulder. Her blouse went to the
floor followed by her bra. She stood at the stove in nothing but the jeans she
wore to college.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked.

“Making you mine.” His free hand stroked her stomach, light strokes that
left her panting for more. The small graze of his fingers on her skin was like
a feather. She could feel his touch and wanted more. Why did Stephen always
leave her wanting more? She felt on the verge of a great precipice with nothing
to hold onto except the man in front of her. He tilted her head back to rest on
his shoulder. Stephen leaned ‘round and claimed her lips.

She cupped his head, conscious of her naked breasts. “I need to make
dinner,” she said as she let go of his lips.

“I’ll bring some Chinese food home.” Stephen turned the dials on the
stove until the sound of lighted gas could be heard no more. “I need you now.”

Ursula didn’t protest. There was no way she could. Her body was on fire,
and the only way to extinguish the flame was by Stephen.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked, not expecting an answer.

He turned her to face him. She stared into his eyes, which looked almost
black with his arousal. Ursula tore at his shirt. He pulled it off over his
head. She raked her nails along his chest feeling the hard press of his muscles
flex under her touch. He wrapped his arms around, reeling her in. She gasped as
her naked breasts grazed his chest.

“You feel so good.” Stephen lifted her up onto the counter, his fingers
sinking into the length of her hair to control her actions. He kissed her. She
moaned as he plunged his tongue through her lips. The action reminded her so
much of his hard cock slamming inside her pussy.

“More,” she said.

They worked the button of her jeans, pulled the denim fabric down to her
knees. He moved her off the counter turning her around so her belly was pressed
on top of the counter she had just sat on.

She heard the sound of his zipper going down. In the next instant his
cock pressed against her pussy, thrusting up inside her to the hilt. Their
groans echoed off the wall. He was so big pressing all of his cock deep into
her heat. She wished she could see him. Her ass was sticking up in the air with
his length in her pussy.

He cupped her hips, running his hands up either side of her to her
shoulders. She felt his fingers grip her shoulders as he pulled out then
slammed back inside her. Ursula held onto the counter while her senses went
into overload as he pounded her against the counter. She screamed as he released
her shoulder and began to finger her clit. Pushing back against him, she tried
to hold onto something.

“That’s it. Give me your pleasure. Ride my fucking dick,” he shouted.
She cried out as he slapped her ass, the action so sudden that she paused in
her response. The sting shocked her still. His fingers slid along her wet clit
making her shove back against him. She needed to come. He held her hip as he
pressed all of his hard length inside her. “I’m watching my cock sink into your
pussy. You’re wet, and your cum is all over my cock. I want to hear you scream,
baby.”

She didn’t say a word. The pleasure was too intense for her to think a
coherent thought. He knew how to drive her orgasm higher, making her last.

“Let me hear you scream,” he said.

He pumped inside her until she screamed to the roof tops as her release
slammed into her. He rode out her climax. She felt the pulse and heat of his
seed when he growled his release into her. They collapsed on the counter, his
hands on her hips in a bruising grip.

He kissed her neck down to her back, along her shoulders. “You’re
amazing.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I feel like we barely know each other.” She knew her
doubts were her own problems. Not every couple out there began a relationship
after years of dating.

“You’ve been working for me for a
couple of months, and you know more about me than most.”

“I work for you.”

“Not any more. Don’t over-complicate
our situation.” He pulled away from her. She couldn’t help but blush when he
grabbed a towel to press between her legs.

“I don’t mean to over-complicate
matters.”He
turned her around and kissed her.

“Do you want me?” he asked.

She nodded her head without
hesitating.

“I want you every second of every
minute of every day. I don’t need time for me to know that I want you. I know
who you are. You’re a beautiful, intelligent woman. I love being in your
company. I want you, Ursula. Not just the sex. The sex is great, but I want
you. All of you.” He tipped her head back. She had no choice but to gaze at
him.

Ursula knew she was falling for him.
Stephen made her think about so many things all at once. Licking her lips, she
glanced down at his lips before returning to stare into his hypnotic eyes. As
silly as it sounded, she knew she was falling in love with him.

“I’ll be back later with food.
Rest,
and I’ll
see you soon.” He kissed her a last time, long and lingering. She heard the
door then the car as he drove off.

Dressing quickly, she cleared away the small amount of food she’d
prepared then went upstairs to begin unpacking her clothes. She opened the door
to his closet, which looked like a spare bedroom that housed all of his
clothes. Staring at his suits, she ran a hand over each item of clothing. He
had spectacular taste in clothes. She loved seeing him in dashing suits.

Ursula hung each item of clothing on the spare hangers. Her clothing
looked cheap compared to his. She shook her head on the way out, thinking about
their relationship and all the reasons it wouldn’t work.

He’s older than I, but that makes
him experienced. You love his company even though he can be grumpy.

She fought with her inner self trying to find the reasons they couldn’t
work. Instead, she always found excuses. She ran herself a bath, undressing in
front of the mirror to gaze at her body.

How could a wealthy, sexy businessman like Stephen Knox want her?

Her breasts were too large with big nipples. She’d seen enough naked
women in Paul’s porn flicks to know men liked big tits with small nipples. Her
waist rounded in then curved out for her big hips and chunky thighs. She would
never possess the body of a size twelve, let alone someone much smaller. Most
of the time when she went shopping she tried not to see the size of her
clothing. She had come to accept she was the bigger, fuller woman. Being with
Stephen made her nervous. What if he tried to change her? Would he request she
go on a diet?

If he didn’t like you the way you
are, he wouldn’t be moving you in or sleeping with you.
  

She tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled. For whatever reason,
Stephen had picked her. While it lasted she wouldn’t do anything to change
their situation. Her body hummed with the sexual excitement he created. She
missed him already. Grabbing her watch, she checked the time then got in the
lukewarm water. She looked forward to him coming home.

Once she was done with her bath, she went downstairs, made herself a cup
of tea, and waited for her man to arrive home. She settled for a romance movie
while she had her textbook resting on her lap.

Stephen returned home several hours later. He looked tired, but he held
two bags of Chinese food. They ate in front of the television, her feet resting
in his lap. She felt so comfortable with him, as if they’d been together for
years not months. Their time together had started when she began to work for
him. The tension between them had started when they first met. He stroked her
leg while they ate. It was the first time since leaving home that she felt so
at ease. She knew she could happily spend the rest of her life like this.

****

Two days later

Paul couldn’t believe that bitch had kicked him out. After all he’d done
for her. No man would want her. He scuffed his shoes along the pavement feeling
the anger bubble up inside him. His family wanted nothing to do with him. They
thought he was a no-good piece of shit.

Who wanted to work anyway? Life was so much better when a woman went out
and did all the work. He liked staying at home, watching porn and
wanking
all day. Now he had no home, no girlfriend, and no
way to get a job.

Living in an apartment with the promise of paying rent at the end of the
month would only last him a couple of weeks. If the landlord had been a girl
he’d have offered to bang her for living free. His luck was truly down, and it
was because of that bitch.

He couldn’t believe she’d been cheating on him and with that wealthy son
of a bitch, too.

Cursing, he walked into the job centre in an attempt to find a job. He’d
find one, then get a woman, move in, and then get fired like he’d done with
Ursula. His plan always worked. At twenty-five he could easily bag a woman.

After an hour of looking and being treated like crap, he walked out of
the job centre more angered than anything else. Ursula was going to be living
the high life while his life turned to shit.

He wanted to hurt her. When he’d popped her cherry he’d thought he’d
been onto a winner. If a woman was going to wait to lose her virginity then she
would be loyal.

“Fucking bitch.”

Turning down a street, he followed the path until he got to the park. He
crossed the park, kicking up the sand in the sandbox. The kids wouldn’t have
much fun the next day with sand over the floor. Paul chuckled before exiting
the park. A limousine was positioned outside the gate. He scowled at it then
walked a bit farther down the road. The black limousine followed him. He
stopped, staring at the door waiting.

The back door opened. A man with blond hair, and a nicely cut suit got
out. Paul stared at him. The man had the boy-next-door look.

“I hear, Paul
Mellor, that
you, my friend, have
fallen on hard times.”

“How do you know my name?” Paul asked. The blond smiled, and he saw the
evil in that look.

“Oh, Paul.
I know a lot about you. I know you
haven’t worked for most of your life. You do what you have to, to get by. Women
are you meal ticket as they’re too brain dead to force you out to work. I know
you like watching porn and doing your thing with that.” He waved at his cock.
“I also know we have an enemy in common.”