His Obsession (19 page)
Authors: Sam Crescent
“I
don’t want you to touch me,” he said.
“I
want to touch you.”
“Leave
your hands above your head.”
He
let her go then sat back up. She was naked, spread out on his dining room
table. Stephen took her ankle and placed it on the end of the table. He did the
same with her other ankles. With his hands on her thighs he spread her wide
open for him to view. While she lay on the table without moving, he pushed his
pants down and off his feet.
Cum
leaked out of her slit. Using two fingers he gathered her essence on his finger
then licked her cream into his mouth.
“You
taste so fucking sweet,” he said.
Sitting
down in the chair at the head of the table, he pulled her closer so he could
watch her arousal. Her clit was swollen, and he saw the pulse of her need as he
continued to watch. He stroked her thighs, feeling them tense when he moved
close to her glistening cunt. Stephen fisted his shaft watching her grow more
aroused. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he pulled her close using his hands
on her thighs. Her scent permeated the air between them. He licked her pussy,
tasting her musky juice on his tongue. She moaned, her pelvis thrusting up.
Stephen caught her hips, smashing his tongue against her clit.
He
penetrated her tight pussy with his tongue, feeling her flow into his mouth.
Her moans spurred him on. Using his fingers and tongue he worked her body until
she was pushing up against his mouth.
Within
seconds she came apart under him, her cries glorious music to him. He played
with her clit as he stood. She was still climaxing when he grabbed his shaft
and pressed it into her pulsing channel. Ursula moaned while he growled as her
pussy pulled him in, her walls milking his hard dick inside her.
Holding
onto her hips, he surged inside her to the very hilt. He bumped her cervix
,
and
she moaned, the
sound she made a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her hands were spread out
gripping the edge of the table. He would never again look at the table without
imagining fucking her.
“You
feel so fucking good.” He pulled out of her then slammed back inside. Her back
arched off the table as he fucked her hard and fast. Perspiration dripped off
his body onto her. She stared at him, and he gazed back at her, the connection
between them flowing stronger than ever.
“I’m
going to spill inside you. I want to get you pregnant, Ursula. I want to make
you mine.” He said the words he’d been holding back. The desperation to tell
her his need for her filled every corner of his soul.
Stephen
lifted her up. Her supple body was perfect against his hardness. All he wanted
to do was
sink
inside her and never let go.
“Watch
my cock fuck your body,” he said. They stared down where they were connected,
his length glistening with her release and his pre-cum.
Her
moan vibrated through her body down to his cock.
“I’ve
never been like this with anyone,” she said.
“That’s
because you’re mine.” He growled as her pussy tightened round him the moment he
said the words. Stephen pulled out of her, spun her around so her tummy was
flat on the table. Her ass was in the air. He pulled the full globes loving the
way she pushed back against him. Gathering her cum on his fingers, he brought
his fingers to the puckered hole of her anus. She froze under him.
“Trust
me, Ursula. I wouldn’t do anything to harm you.” He caressed her back as she
slowly relaxed, accepting his touch. “There is nothing I would do to you to
cause
you harm.”
“I’ve
never done that,” she said.
“I’ll
be gentle. You’ll love it.” Stephen wouldn’t fuck her ass immediately. She
would need to grow accustomed to having something in her ass. He pressed one
finger against her ass watching her fight him. “Relax,” he said. With his free
hand, he teased her clit, which did the trick. Her ass relaxed enough, and one
finger sank inside the tightness of her ass. She cried out. He slid his cock
along her slit, bumping her clit before he pressed inside her cream-coated
pussy.
Ursula
thrust back onto his finger and cock, taking more of him inside her body. She
begged him to fuck her hard. He took her with him, adding another digit to her
generous ass as he rammed inside her cunt over and over.
Stephen
held the words of love back. He didn’t know when the right time would be to say
them. She slammed back. The noises she
made,
made him
aware of the pleasure rising inside her.
His
balls ached, and his cock was thick as he slammed into her a final time. Stephen
growled as his cum spurted out of the tip inside her. Her release gripped her
at the same time. He felt her pussy milking the seed from his cock as her ass
did the same with his fingers. She collapsed on the table. Holding her was
difficult with only one arm. He pulled his fingers from her ass then settled
her on the table.
He
grabbed a cloth from the kitchen, washed his hands,
then
went to wash her. She lay with her legs dangling off the table. Her body was
totally relaxed.
When
he was standing before her, he saw his cum leaking out of her pussy. For a few
moments he watched his seed spill out of her. The possessive feeling swamped
him. His woman lay on the table with his cum in her body. He wanted to keep her
in that position for the rest of his life.
She
stared at him, waiting. He washed her gently. The way he’d taken her had not
been gentle. When she was clean, he lifted her in his arms and held her while
she cried. Her legs wrapped around him with her head buried in his neck. She
sobbed silently.
“It’s
okay,” he said, soothing her. He stroked her hair, holding her. At some point
she began to ease from her crying. He went up to his room, holding her in his
arms. Something had changed between them in these moments of making love. He
felt part of her more than ever. She was his lifeline.
The
reason for breathing.
He would cherish her for the rest of his life.
Sleep
claimed her. Stephen watched her in his arms. He never wanted to let her go.
“I’ll
do anything to keep you.”
Even if it meant keeping the club
from her.
Ursula accepted so much of him. A part of him was afraid if
she knew about Possession she would leave him. But Stephen knew, no matter how
many excuses he made, he’d have to tell her about the club. He stared down at
the sleeping woman he’d fallen so deeply for and knew tomorrow he wouldn’t put
it off any more. He’d tell her about the club tomorrow. There would be no
secrets between them.
Chapter Fifteen
The following day
Ursula
couldn’t wait to get home. She’d left before Stephen had woken because her
tutor needed her to talk to her about the work she was doing in class. They
talked to every student around this time in order to make sure they were on the
right track for the end of the semester just before a break and the start of a
new one. Her tutor felt she’d be able to graduate within the next year or two.
She wanted to share her news with Stephen. Ursula walked out of reception area
of the college building where she’d signed all necessary tutorial forms for the
following year, to see Paul waiting for her. She went in the opposite direction
in the hope of avoiding him. No such luck, as he followed her. She’d told
Stephen not to bother picking her up after college. There was too much left to
do with her courses, and she needed the extra time. Whenever she was with
Stephen none of her work got done. She knew something was going on in his life.
He wouldn’t share. After they made love and she fell asleep, he would go
downstairs. Most nights she woke to find him talking on the phone in his
office. Whatever was happening he didn’t want her to know about it.
Putting
her bag higher on her shoulder she tried to ignore Paul. He kept catching up
with her. She wished she’d told Stephen to pick her up. The time she had to
walk home she’d hoped to have to think about her situation. Instead, she’d have
to deal with Paul, the last person she wanted to talk to.
“You
can’t get away from me,” Paul said.
She
stopped, spun around, and glared at him.
“Why not?
I
did while we were dating. I’m surprised you’re up. Have you watched all the
porn there can possibly be available to you?” Ursula carried on walking trying
to ignore him.
“You
can say whatever you want. I’m not going until I’ve done what I need to do,” he
said.
“Leave
me alone.”
He
grabbed her arm stopping her in her tracks. “I want to talk to you.”
“I
don’t want to talk to you. If Stephen finds out about this you’ll be sorry.”
She tried to warn him away. It was dark outside, and she knew if he chose to be
a problem then she’d be in trouble. There was no one in sight. She stood alone
in the cold with her ex.
“I’m
not going to hurt you.” He held his arms up in surrender.
“You
said that to me once. I don’t believe you any longer. Stephen doesn’t like you
talking to me. I suggest you don’t come near the college again.” Ursula didn’t
like threatening him with Stephen, but she liked having a man she knew she
could count on. Her feelings for him were intensifying every day. The time they
spent together never seemed to be enough. Leaving him every day got harder for
her to do. She wanted to be with him all the time. The other night she’d almost
admitted to him that she loved him.
“He
doesn’t bother me. I’ve got someone with lots more protection and plenty of
money. Besides, this is not about him. I’ve got something you need to see.” She
stared at him and saw the expensive suit. There was a change in him, which made
her more nervous than comforted. If he had someone spending money then he would
be causing some kind of trouble.
“What
do you want?” she asked, growing irritated with him being in her company.
Paul
handed her a file. She frowned but took it anyway. She noticed the card Stephen
had given her several weeks ago was pinned on the front with a paper clip.
“What’s
this?”
“Give
it a read and then see. Your lover-boy isn’t what he seems.” Paul stroked her
hair. “If he asks, tell him to watch his back because he’s coming.”
He
turned to walk away.
“Wait.
You can’t give me this then leave.”
“Read
it, Ursula. You have a right to know who you’re dealing with. It’s a little
fucked up if you ask me. Take care,” he said. She didn’t stop him when he
walked away. His cryptic message infuriated her.
Ursula
stood there staring at the file. “He’s coming? How fucking lame.” She shivered
regardless of her thoughts. The night made her uncomfortable. Pulling her coat
around her she put the file in her bag then walked the distance to Stephen’s
house. The time she’d wanted to clear her head had been ruined by Paul’s
presence. Now all she could think about was the file burning a hole in her bag.
She
let herself into Stephen’s house. It was too strange to call it her house.
Stephen still wasn’t home. She put the kettle on trying to ignore the curiosity
about the file. Paul had given her something to doubt the man she was with.
Ursula thought about Stephen and all the secrecy surrounding him. Pouring the
hot water into the cup, she tried not to think about the file in her bag. She
sat at the table, staring at her bag. Drumming her fingers on the table she
tried to think of all the reasons not to listen to Paul. Finally, when she
could stand it no more, she took the file out of her bag. She sipped her coffee
then settled down her pounding heart. Opening the first page on the file, she
began to read what was inside. There were photographs, names, places and
information, all about two exclusive gentlemen’s clubs. There were several
names she recognised, including a few photographs of her and others. The more
she read, the more she started to feel sick. Stephen wouldn’t keep something
like this from her, would he?
****
Paul
walked round the corner and got into the waiting limousine. Eugene had company
in the form of a high-class call girl. At least he thought it was. The woman
was pretty with all the assets to please a man. Over the last few weeks he’d
gotten used to seeing his boss with a woman sucking him off or in some stage of
sexual activity. Watching it up close and seeing it on the television screen
were two different things. He settled back with a glass of wine as he watched
the woman bob her head in Eugene’s lap, sucking his cock. His own shaft stirred
in his pants. He wondered if Eugene was up to sharing her oral talents.
Glancing
away he thought about what he’d just done. Ursula looked good. Before she
spotted him, she’d looked happy. He pushed any thoughts of guilt to the back of
his mind. The money, the women,
were
all worth it.
“Did
everything go to plan?” Eugene asked.
“She
took the file. I know Ursula. She’ll read it.” When he forgot about the guilt
he was able to let his needs over ride his conscience. He sipped his wine
thinking about the change in his ex. She looked hotter than he remembered. Her
full body would be glorious to pound. There was a time he had enjoyed tapping her.
Maybe, after she read that file and realised what a sick fuck her boyfriend
was, she’d come crawling back to him.