His Obsession (18 page)

“What
do you mean?” she asked. The smallest touch of his lips made her pussy tighten.
They’d made love that morning. She didn’t understand the feelings inside her.
Her parents were protective of one another. Did they feel this need to be part
of the other’s life? They must; they were married.

“Violet
was hidden away by her mother in order to protect her. She had a very
protective upbringing in an unconventional sense.”

“I
don’t understand.”

“Her
mother was a prostitute. She hid Violet away so she didn’t have the same life
as her.
Cadeon
loves her regardless. Don’t judge me,
Ursula. Seeing this part of you is refreshing. I want to know who you are.”

“You
always say the right things.”

He
smiled then turned his attention back to the road. She watched him for a few
more moments. He hadn’t spoken any words of love.
Cadeon
loved Violet, and he could overlook her past. Did Stephen love her? He cared
about her; she couldn’t deny that. Love was different. She knew not to expect
loving words. Paul had never spoken them to her. She had never spoken them to
him either.

“Stop being nervous.”

“I’m
not.” She chuckled, taking a deep breath as he pulled up against the road to where
she pointed.

“This
is your house?” he asked.

“My parents’ house.
They own it. Well, they’re paying a
mortgage and all. This is where I used to live before I moved out.” The door
opened, and Caroline stood wearing a really tight jumper. “Here we go. Are you
ready?”

“Never better.
Can I leave my car on the side of the road?”
She gazed at him and saw him smiling. He got out of the car laughing. He walked
round the car to help her out.

“I
couldn’t resist,” he said.

“I’ve
never seen you this perky.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, nuzzling her
neck.

“I’ve
never been to meet the parents. This is a novelty I’m going to enjoy.” She
laughed then sobered up when she saw all of her family waiting for her.

“Here
we go.”

Ruby
rushed out to them embracing her in a bear hug. “I’m so pleased you came.”

“Of
course I would.” Ursula pulled away,
then
pushed
Stephen forward. “Mom, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Stephen.”

“It
is a pleasure to meet you,” Stephen said. He took her mother’s hand and kissed
it.

“You
look familiar. Have I seen you somewhere?” Ruby asked.

“Not that I know of.”

“He’s
Stephen Knox, one of the wealthiest businessmen around,” her oldest brother
called out.

Ursula
shot him a glare. It would be Tim who opened his big mouth.

“That’s
me, but today I want to be your daughter’s boyfriend. Ursula is special to me,
and I would hate for my social standing to cause a problem,” Stephen said. She
knew he was trying to smooth things over.

Her
mother was silent for a moment. Her father, Malcolm, offered a comforting hand
to his wife. “Well, I think we’d better get inside. I don’t want anyone
catching their death out here. We’ve got the Christmas decorations up already.”
Malcolm turned Ruby around giving her a wink.

They
followed Ursula’s family inside. She took his coat hanging it up on the stand
behind the door. Malcolm sat down in the sitting room, and Ursula sat with
Stephen on the sofa across from her father. Her sister perched on the end while
her brothers stayed in the doorway. Ruby came in with tea and biscuits, then
took the seat next to Malcolm.

“So,
Stephen, how did you and Ursula meet?” Malcolm asked.

The
inquisition began. Her fingers tightened around Stephen’s. She noticed her
mother kept looking at their joined hands.

“Well,
Ursula applied for the position of my house cleaner. My last one quit when I
yelled at her.”

“She
worked for you?” Ruby asked.

Stephen
chuckled. “Not really. When we met at her interview we began arguing. I knew
she wouldn’t take any of my crap. She was the first woman besides my mother to
stand up to me.”

“What
do your parents think of your relationship?” Malcolm asked.

“I
wouldn’t know. My parents passed away several years ago.” There was tense
silence in the room.

“I’m
sorry to hear that.”

The
ice was broken, and the inquisition began in full force. Ursula admired his
ability to answer every question without too much trouble. Once in a while she
would squeeze his hand. She knew her father liked him.

Ruby
asked for her presence in the kitchen to finish dinner preparations. Caroline
gave her a smirk as she passed. She slapped her sister on the leg then closed
the door to the kitchen.

“If
you’re going to ask me to dump him then don’t. Stephen is good to me,” she
said.

“I
care about you, Ursula. He’d older than you.”

“Dad
is older than you. Please, don’t make a big deal out of this.”

“How
can you be happy with a man like that?” Ruby asked.

“You’re
happy with dad even though your whole family disowned you for getting married
to him. Stephen means a lot to me. I’m not letting him go because you don’t
like him.” Ursula hated arguing with her mother.

“Do
you love him?”

“Yes.
I do,” she said without hesitation.

“Then
I can’t argue. We lead with our hearts. I’m still nervous about who Caroline
will bring back home. We’d better get dinner on the table.”

Ursula
helped her mother set the table. By the time she walked back into the sitting
room Stephen and Malcolm were talking about some kind of sport. The day was
going really well. Stephen smiled at her, reaching for her hand to kiss her.

****

Stephen
liked her family. They cared about her and wanted to make sure he was the right
guy for her. Malcolm didn’t let him off the hook. When the questions came about
his what
intentions towards his daughter were, Stephen
informed him that his intention was to marry her as soon as possible.

“Have
you knocked my daughter up?” Malcolm asked.

“No, sir.
I want Ursula to be mine. I’m going to propose to
her over Christmas. I hope you like me because I’m not leaving her, ever.”

Several
minutes passed then Malcolm smiled. “Welcome to the family, son. I couldn’t
wait to claim Ruby as my own. I was obsessed to make her mine. This possessive
streak can be a problem.”

Stephen
laughed but then thought about Lucas and what he’d said. There was too much to
think about in one go. He filed the information away for later. Ursula came in
to take them through to the dining table. He adored her family even at the
cramped dinner table. His mother enjoyed setting a big lavish table whereas the
simple decorations cheered him up immensely. Ursula sat next to him. They
passed round bowls of potatoes, vegetables, and meat. He knew where she got her
talent in the kitchen. She clearly learnt from her mother. Watching her family
interact was amazing. Being an only child had been rather lonely at times. His
father wouldn’t allow his mother to have any more children because his birth
had been dangerous. Her brothers teased her while Caroline fought over something
with her mother. There was never a quiet moment. He loved every second and knew
he’d love to come again soon.

Caroline
helped clear away while Ursula took him upstairs. He laughed when Malcolm
shouted up a warning for them to leave the door open. He felt like a teenage
boy rather than a full grown man.

“How
embarrassing can he be?” Ursula said.

“I
like him. He loves you.”

“Are
you ready for this? This is a younger me with lots of fairy tale dreams and
wishes.”

“I
want to see your room.” She opened the door pulling him inside. Very quietly
she closed the door. Her bedroom was a light shade of pink. She had a single
bed with a small amount of furniture. There was a vanity table at the end of
her bed with pictures around the mirror. He went over to stare at all the
pictures. “Who are these people in the pictures?” he asked.

She
brushed against him. “That is Caroline. I did her hair for prom. There are a
few friends who I lost touch with, and that there is my brothers. They like to
fish, which is a really lame sport. I went and read for the entire day, and
they didn’t catch anything. That’s me when I got my first waitress job.”

Stephen
looked at each picture looking at Ursula as she grew up. “There isn’t one with
you of prom.”

“I
didn’t go.”

“Why not?”

“In
case you didn’t see from the photos, no one wanted to go with the fat girl.”
She sat on her bed, which still held a teddy bear. He sat next to her.

“I
would have gone with you,” he said.

“That’s
sweet.”

He
caught her face turning her to look at him. Stephen leaned in close to kiss
her. The moment his lips touched hers, he didn’t want to stop. Her little
breathy moan spurred him on. She pushed him back on the bed, kissing him
deeply. Her legs straddled him as he cupped her ass thrusting against her
denim-clad pussy. Their moans filtered through the room. He grabbed the back of
her head holding onto her.

“Whoa, so sorry.”
They stopped and turned to see Caroline
staring at them. “Dad said not to shut the door. Also, mom has your doggy bags
ready to take with you for your journey home. Snow is forecast, and dad wants
to make sure you both miss it.”

Caroline
went to go but spun to face them. “I like you. You’re good for my sister. I
always knew she was a rebel.” The she went downstairs.

Ursula
was blushing. Stephen laughed when she buried her head against his shoulder.
“You’re the first guy I’ve made out with in my room. I feel like sixteen again,
only cooler.”

“I’m
your first,” he said teasingly. “Come on. If snow if forecast I want to be home
before it hits.” They walked down the stairs together. Ruby handed Ursula the
bag of food. He shook all of their hands and then they were in the car on the
road driving home.

“What’s
your verdict of my family?” she asked.

“I
like them.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.
I like your brothers and sister. Your dad is awesome and your mother sweet. I
see where you get the talent in the kitchen from.”

“Mom
always took me into the kitchen. She wanted to pass down everything she knew.
Caroline hated cooking. I was the next best candidate,” Ursula said. He
listened to her enjoying how much he learned about her. Her parents cared about
her. The snow began to fall as he typed in the code to his house. He parked the
car, and then they both ran in chuckling. Stephen followed her through to the
kitchen, kissing her lips, her neck. He wanted to pick up where they had left
off in her bedroom. He kissed any exposed skin he found. She pulled off her
jumper, and he tore at the buttons of her blouse. When they weren’t undoing
fast enough, he ripped her shirt open, scattering buttons around the room.

“I
liked that shirt,” she said.

“Buy
another one.” He grabbed her head slamming his lips down on hers. She melted
under his touch, submitting to him. Her bra followed the torn remains of her
shirt. She yanked at
his own
shirt, pulling it out.
They broke apart for her to peel the shirt over his head. She kissed his chest,
sucking his nipples into her mouth.

He
pulled on her hair to bring her back up,
then
plunged
his tongue into her mouth claiming more of her. With his other hand, he grabbed
her ass, squeezing the plump flesh. Their actions were rough and violent, both
of them trying to get the other in a state of undress. Stephen pushed her back
to the table, kissing down her neck to claim her right nipple. He bit down into
the red flesh. Her scream of pain followed by the groan of pleasure made his
cock pulse in his pants, the tip leaking out a stream of pre-cum. He wanted
inside her. Picking her up, he placed her on the end of the table.

She
unbuckled his belt, pushed his pants down to his knees, and gripped his shaft
in her fist. Pushing her back away from his cock, he pulled the jeans from her
body in one smooth yank. The thong she wore ended up in two pieces as that went
to the floor. His patience was running out. He pulled her to him with his hand
on her neck. His other hand slipped between her slit, teasing her juice out of
her cunt, and then he pressed two fingers to her swollen clit. She panted as he
pressed two fingers inside her. He teased her by flicking her clit and fucking
her pussy.

“Please.”
She begged him. He pressed a third finger inside her, feeling her pussy squeeze
him.

She
fisted his dick, pumping the head. Her fingers ran over his slit gathering his
cum,
then
spreading it around his shaft. He pushed her
hand away. Stephen caught her hands up above her head, holding her in place.