His Obsession (14 page)

Stephen felt ashamed for the way he responded. “I only saw two men
trying to take my woman.”

“So, you’re finally admitting to being possessive towards her?”
Cadeon
asked.

“I—I—” Stephen couldn’t answer.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.
You were about to pummel two
friends that you’ve known for a lot longer than a piece of ass,” James yelled
at him.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Stephen stood toe to toe with his
oldest friend, the one man who knew everything about him.

“Why not?
If you’re not going to possess her or claim
her as your own then she’s just a piece of ass to me. Maybe I should go out
there and take her for a test run? Show her what a real dominant is all about.”
James was taunting him, and it worked. Stephen lashed out, but James avoided
the punch. Sean and Lucas held Stephen back. “Admit that you’re a possessive
man.”

Stephen struggled as he fought with himself. He didn’t know why he was
denying it. His heart was slamming against his ribs. The need to beat the shit
out of any man who talked about Ursula like that consumed him.
 

The next instant he felt the wave of possessive feeling overcome him. He
knew what his friends were saying was right. There was no other way he could
describe the feelings inside him. They were the same kind of feelings he’d seen
inside other male members at the club.

“Accept who you are, Stephen, before it kills you and your woman. This
is important. Feel the possession, and accept it. You’re a dominant man who
won’t share your woman. You want her every second so no other person can be
near her. You’re an Owner.” James spoke every word Stephen was feeling.

He let go. Closing his eyes, he allowed his body to accept the part of
him that hadn’t risen before in his life.

“How do you cope with these feelings?” he asked
Cadeon
.

“I know Violet loves me. I was her first in everything, and it helps
keep the demon at rest.”

“I’ve never felt this way about any woman in my life. I’ve seen the way
you all are with the women you’ve been with. Why haven’t I felt like this until
now?” Stephen asked all the men in the room.

“We’re not a bloody race, Stephen. There is no scientific experiment to
see how we react. There are only the few select members who can relate to how
we feel. You know this. Your father told you, like his father told him. This is
something we’ve got to deal with.” James sat opposite him.

Stephen remembered all the conversations he’d had with his father. He
also recalled going out and sleeping with every woman he could find to try to
awaken the need inside him. At the time he had thought it would be cool to be
possessive about a woman. The feelings inside him were too intense.

“You have to learn to control it,”
Cadeon
said.

Stephen opened the top buttons of his shirt. He needed the fresh air.

“Now you know about this I need to start talking about what is going on,”
James said.

He pulled out a piece of paper from his jacket and handed it to Stephen.
He opened it up and saw several pictures. Some were taken inside both clubs;
another was of Ursula. There was also a picture of Violet and Rebecca. Each
woman he recognised as being claimed by members of his or James’s club.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Turn them over,” James said.

Stephen turned each photo over. On the back a note read, “Can you
protect them all?” He gave the photos to each man.
Cadeon
ran his fingers through his hair.

“Violet went out shopping there. She didn’t know someone was watching
her,”
Cadeon
said.

“I think the point of the photos is to show us none of the women knew.
I’m more concerned about the photos of Ursula and Rebecca. They are the main
women under our protection. All the other women have their own protectors,”
Stephen said.

“Actually, Rebecca is my responsibility, and Ursula is yours, Stephen,”
Cadeon
said.

“You don’t need to worry about Rebecca. She’s
our
responsibility,” Tate said.

“I’ll always feel responsible for her until you claim her in marriage or
something. I should have protected her in my club. I didn’t.” Stephen knew he’d
made a mistake. Rebecca was a woman who needed protection, and Ursula was his
main responsibility.

Cadeon
flicked through the photos. Tate
and Kevin came to look at each one. The photo in question was taken round the
back of Rebecca’s house. He knew from
Cadeon
she was
trying to deal with her fear of going outside. She stood in the open doorway
trying to take a step outside.

There were curses round the room. “Whoever this is knows about the club
and Rebecca’s connection to it,” James said.

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

“All the other photos are taken in public places. This is direct. Not
many people know about Rebecca,” Stephen said.

“The only people who know about Rebecca are the people in this room and
two other people,” James said. His back was to them as he stared out of the
window. All Stephen saw was the other man’s reflection. “The only two men who
know about Rebecca are Lloyd Black and his son, Eugene Black.”

“There is no way that little fucker can do something like this,” Sean
said. “He hasn’t got a fucking brain cell inside his head.”

“Never underestimate him. Eugene had a knack for being silent. He was
probably more involved in both clubs than we realise,” James said, turning
round to them.

Stephen sat back thinking about everything that had happened.
“Any news on the son?”

“Nope.”

“We need to find Eugene, and until then I want more security on the
women. Talk to the members of your club and warn them to keep their women
safe,” Stephen said. “Also, I need some time alone with Ursula. So I want you
guys to get out of my home.”

Several minutes later they exited the study. More guests had left.
Ursula stood with Violet. They were talking, but each of them faced the study.
Violet went to
Cadeon
immediately. Ursula stayed
where she sat. The uncertainty on her face upset Stephen. Stephen went to her,
taking her hand to help her stand.

“I think it’s time to make the guests leave,” he said.

“I’ll let you tell them to leave. I’ve already done as much as I can.
I’ll see the waiters out.” She moved away from him. He watched her go, her ass
catching his gaze as it swayed from side to side.

The guests left, leaving a fuming Ursula waiting for him. He accepted
what he’d refused to believe up until that point. There was no way he could
deny the hunger inside him to possess her and claim her as his own. The
feelings were growing every day. He couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid to
ignore them up to this point. He closed the door to see her a few feet away
from him.

“I worked my ass off for this little party of yours, which you demanded
that I organise and attend months ago. Considering I don’t have that silver
spoon we mentioned earlier, I thought I’d done a great job. Why did you have to
fuck it up?” She was angry, her hands on her waist. He saw the glint of the
necklace, and his temper calmed. “First, you sulked off into your study, which
was plain rude. Then you attack two of your friends drawing attention to
yourself. There was yelling from inside the study. Do you have any idea what
that was like?”

“I made a mistake. I’m sorry.” He moved closer to her.

They were alone. The men were gone. Ursula was all his.

“No, you don’t get to look at me like that. I’m angry at you. You were
unfair.”

Stephen walked slowly towards her. She looked so fucking tempting in the
red dress. He knew what lay underneath, and he wanted her. He wanted her large
tits in his hands and his cock inside her cunt. The need to hear her screaming
his name as he pounded inside her pussy was taking over.

“Would you stop? I’m not going to let you off that easy.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. He took another step closer. “I didn’t like Lucas
or Sean being that close to you.”

“They’re your friends.”

“Being my friends doesn’t mean I
trust them.”

“That’s stupid.” She took a step
back when she clearly noticed him advancing on her. “We wouldn’t have done
anything,” she said.

“I know you wouldn’t have done
anything. I don’t know about the other two.”
   

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she
asked. Another step taken and another step back. He knew in a few more steps
her back would hit the wall. She would have nowhere else to go, and she would
be all his.

“You’re a sexy woman, Ursula. You’re
smart and funny.”

“I clean houses to make a living,
Stephen.”

“Not anymore,” he said. She took
another step back, and then her back hit the wall. He smiled as he made the
last step closing all the distance between them.

“That doesn’t change who I am,” she said.

“Lucas works for me. He doesn’t have money. Everything he’s got has been
earned through hard work and time.”

She nodded her head. “I wouldn’t have let them put a finger on me.”
 

“Weren’t you tempted?” He knew she wasn’t. The men had cooked up a plan
to try to get him admit the man he was. The plan worked better than he thought
possible.

“Never.”

Stephen stroked a curl. “Everyone has gone.”

“I know.” He caressed her cheek enjoying the smoothness of her skin
against his knuckles. “I don’t like sharing you.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

“Yes, I do. I don’t want you alone with another man again.”

“Stephen, you can’t control the people I work with or go to college
with.” She held onto his hands where they cupped her cheeks.

He tilted her head back to gaze into her gray eyes. “You never have to
go to college again or think about work.” Stephen knew she wouldn’t take the
offer. Ursula wasn’t made to be a kept woman.

“I can’t do that. I like studying, and there will come a point where
I’ll want to work.” She moaned as he stroked the back of her neck. He needed to
touch naked flesh. Stephen found her zipper and eased it down. He touched her
back making both of them moan. “I can’t think when you do that.”
   

“Then don’t think.” He eased the dress off her shoulder and followed the
dress down until it lay on the floor. Kneeling in front of her, he gazed up at
her body. The heels she wore were sexy as hell, curving her calves, but he’d
rather have her legs wrapped around his waist instead of encased in the shoes.

He ran his hands up her legs to hold the sheer pair of panties she wore.
Slowly, he peeled them down her legs. The musky scent of her arousal teased his
nostrils. The need to taste her consumed him. He picked up one leg placing it
on his knee. She was partially open to him, her pubic hair outlining her pussy
lips. He saw her cream coating her lips.

“You’re wet,” he said.

“Whenever you’re near I’m wet.”

Stephen smiled, liking her answer. He teased her creamy slit with his
finger. A gasp echoed in the air, and he watched two fingers slide into her
moist heat. She was hot and tight, her pussy gripping his fingers as if she
didn’t want him to go.

“You want me.” She didn’t respond. There was no need to say any words.
Lifting up until he was on eye level, he tilted her hips back for him to get to
her clearly. He spread her open for him to see her gorgeous, swollen clit. Her
moans filtered through his foggy aroused brain. After what had happened today,
he wanted to spend as much time as possible with her. He licked along her slit
taking as much of her cum as he could into his mouth. She tasted musky and
sweet all at the same time.

Sliding two fingers inside her weeping cunt, he flicked her clit with
his tongue, feeling her cum spill onto his fingers. She was so wet and getting
wetter with his ministrations. Her tits were still covered by her bra. Her
tummy quivered with each thrust of his fingers.

When her breaths came out in short sharp pants, he increased to three
fingers and kept tonguing her clit.

She came apart in his arms. Her pussy tightened around his digits. He
held onto her back trying to help her stay upright. Stephen brought her down
slowly. He pulled out of her body and stood up. Her bra went onto the floor,
followed by his shirt. She sank to her knees, pulling at his belt. He pushed
the zipper down as she pushed his pants down to his knees. Stephen rarely wore
underwear. His cock sprang out, thick and long and leaking pre-cum out of the
tip.

With her hand on his cock, she spun them so he was up against the wall.
He braced himself for what was to come. She licked the tip taking his cum. He
saw the line of his seed on her tongue before she swallowed it down.