His Obsession (2 page)

“Evening, Stephen. You know instead of watching you could pick up that
spoon and begin stirring,” she said.

Stephen smiled. He would love to spank her ass.

****

Ursula smacked her employer with a spoon before grabbing the pasta and
pouring it into the tomato sauce. Some of the juice splattered Stephen’s crisp
white shirt. He glared at her. She smiled sweetly at him. From the look on his
face, she imagined he’d never gotten food stains on his shirt. His stomach was
hard and flat, with no presence of a beer belly.

Not like there is on Paul.

Stop comparing your boss to your
boyfriend. There is no way he would ever go with you.

She kept up the inner scolding until she no longer pictured Stephen
naked. No man had ever made her want him, until her boss.

At least Stephen has a job.

Stop it, Ursula.

One of her biggest shocks had been when Paul walked in and told her she
needed to get a job to pull her weight in paying the bills. He’d lost his job
for a reason he still hadn’t told her.

“You know that will be coming out of your salary,” he said.

She burst out laughing. He made so many threats that he never saw
through. “Next time you should wear an apron.
One of those
aprons with the naked breasts on the outside.
That would be something
I’d pay to see.” She chuckled at the image in her mind.

“Come here, you.” He grabbed her from behind and began to tickle her.
Overcome by fits of laughter, she tried to fight him off. They ended up on the
floor with him on top of her. “Say ‘submit’,” he said.

“No.”

He tickled her tummy. She pulled on his hands. In the next moment her
hands were locked under his grip above her head. He was so close. His breath
was on her face. He smelt like whiskey and something deeply masculine that she
couldn’t put a name to. Their laughter died down as they stared at each other.
Ursula was aware of her legs wrapped around his waist. Her pussy pressed
against the front of his suit pants. She felt the length of him pushing against
her.

Embarrassed at her reaction she began to wiggle in his hold.

“Don’t move,” he said. She stopped, staring into his dark brown eyes. He
held her captive in his gaze. The tension between them mounted with every passing
second. They kept their gazes on each other for ages. She didn’t know how much
time had passed until the scent of burning overcame her.

“The food is burning,” she said.

He let go of her hands giving her enough room to slide out.

“It’s not the only thing that’s burning.” She was sure she heard him
mutter those words. Instead of asking him to repeat what he said
,
she left him alone, pulling the pan off the heat.

“I don’t think I can salvage this.” She tasted some of the sauce and
winced at the acrid, burnt taste. “There is no way I can salvage this.”

Stephen stood, leaning 'round her to taste himself. He winced and spat
it back out. “I’ll make us a sandwich if you get rid of that.”

Nodding her head, she got rid of the pan, putting lots of warm water in
the saucepan to help clean it later.

They ate their food in silence. He stood by her side while she finished
doing the dishes. She felt him close behind her. The desire to turn round, wrap
her hands around his neck, and kiss him was intense. She didn’t feel this need
with Paul. His touch repulsed her, whereas with Stephen she wanted more.
Stephen was older than she by a good twenty years. He would never want someone
like her. She was uncultured and worked for him.

Stop thinking about him.

“I’m going to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nodded and saw her out.
Sometimes he drove her home. She knew it would be inappropriate to ask him. The
scent of whiskey on his breath made her aware of his inability to drive. She
walked home. The darkness never scared her. She wrapped her coat around her
trying to keep the chill out.

Ursula took her time to walk about to her small apartment. Paul had
become violent in the last few weeks and verbally abusive. Nothing she did was
ever good enough for him. She’d rather not go home than wonder what he’d been
up to. Most days he spent his time in front of the television with bottles of
beer getting drunk.

Too soon she was standing outside her building and then her own door.
The sound of the television could be heard outside. Taking a deep breath, she
put her key in the lock and let herself in.

“Is that you?” he shouted at her. The slurring in his voice let her know
he was drunk.

“I’m home.” She walked into the front room. When she saw what he had on
she blushed. A woman was being fucked by three men. His porn collection could
rival a bloody sex shop. She hated watching the stuff. There was no emotion or
connection between the people on the screen. The sex was being acted out.

She took his empty bottles in order to put them in the trash.

“Get your fat ass out of the way.” He pushed her aside making her
stumble. She caught herself in time, shooting him a glare.

“If you got rid of them yourself I wouldn’t have to,” she said.

“What the fuck did you just say?” She turned ‘round in time to see him
slam her against the counter. A cry left her lips. He grabbed her wrist and
squeezed the bones.

“Let me go,” she said. The way he was gripping her wrist felt like he
was going to break the bone. Biting her lip, she waited for him to let her go.
He liked doing this, asserting his authority and letting her know who held all
the power.

“You fucking fat bitch. You should be grateful I took you on. No man
would look at your ugly face twice.” She knew he was drunk, but his words hurt
so much. There was a time he’d whisper sweet words in her ear, and then he’d
make love to her. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d been nice to her.
Tears sprang to her eyes as she waited for him to let her go.

He slammed her wrist on top of the counter, laughing at her,
then
walked away. She pulled her the tie out of her hair
then went to shower.

Under the warm spray she let the tears fall and the sobs release. When
she was with Stephen, all of her home problems left her. She knew she had to
leave Paul even though at times he could be so sweet. The sweetness was gone
and being quickly replaced by nastiness. The water ran cold making her get out.
She walked into the bedroom to find it empty. Sending a little prayer skywards,
she dressed in some
pajamas
then got under the
covers. An hour later Paul joined her, palming her breast and kissing her neck.

“I have a headache. You’ll have to use your hand,” she said, pushing him
away. He’d never forced her to sleep with him. Paul muttered, leaving the bed.
Seconds later she heard another porno and his unmistakable grunting.
    

Closing her eyes, more tears fell. She didn’t know how to get rid of
him. Ursula fell
asleep
thinking about her boss and
wondering what his touch against her body would be like. Her obsession with him
would lose her
her
job.

“Get yourself together, Ursula.”

Chapter Two

The following day Stephen was working out in his gym when James gave him
a call. For the whole of the night he hadn’t been able to get Ursula out of his
mind. Her lush body pressed against his was seared in his mind. She filled his
hands completely. Never before had a woman given him enough time to let go like
she did. He took the call feeling the growl in his voice and his body at being
disrupted. She wouldn’t be ‘round till four, and he wanted to be home to greet
her.

“What?” he asked.

“Am I interrupting some playtime? I didn’t know you had a sub at the
moment.” The teasing from the other man pissed him off. He didn’t have the head
to deal with assholes, especially when he craved to a fuck a woman he couldn’t
have.

Why can’t you? You’re her boss.
Force her to.

He shook away the thought. Stephen had never forced a woman. He wasn’t
used to the fact that she wasn’t falling at his feet for more. Being a wealthy
man had made him impatient and expectant.

“Don’t start. What do you want?” he asked, wiping the sweat off his face
with a towel.

“I talked to Lucas last night and thought I’d tell you not to bother
asking. I’m not accepting every fucker into my club who think they’re a Dom. We
both know it takes a lot to be an expert, and not every man or woman has it,”
James said.

“I made it as a suggestion. I’ve got petitions up my ass for a fucking
playroom in my club. Give me a break for trying.” He threw the towel away then
walked out of his gym. Most days he worked from home. The Knox holdings didn’t
need his constant attention. He had a board of directors whom he met with in
order to keep on top of everything. There were only a few people he’d gotten
rid of since taking over from his father.

“I already have a day every week where demonstrations take place.
They’re crammed full of the people I keep refusing admission to regularly.”

Stephen switched the light off, making his way downstairs. “If these
petitions don’t stop I’m going to have to start revoking membership from
Possession. I personally don’t think many men are truly that possessive over
their women. I mean, look what happened to Rebecca Black.” He referred to the
woman who had been abused by one of their members. They never talk about it,
but it was the reason they had started to make more cut-backs on memberships.
There were too many people who abused the clubs for their own sadistic means.

“Speaking of old members, Sean has been visiting Ravage asking lots of
questions. He’s starting to upset a lot of customers.”

Stephen cursed. He knew there was a past to Sean, but he didn’t want to
know about it. “I’ll deal with it.”

“Warn him that if he comes into my club again asking questions I’ll have
him removed,” James said.

“You are aware we haven’t agreed on anything,” Stephen said.

“I know, but we’ve agreed there are too many applications. I think we
need to meet and decide on what we should do next.”

Stephen made the necessary arrangements as he entered his office. He opened
the blind and the window allowing some cold fresh air to come in. When they
said their goodbyes, he threw his mobile on the desk. He was getting sick and
tired of dealing with something he no longer believed in. Sean was becoming a
problem with his own fucking past. Running his fingers through his hair, he
started up the computer and pulled the contact information for Sean up. He
dialled the number and wasn’t surprised when Sean didn’t answer. Stephen called
Lucas, telling him to go and check on Sean with the same information that James
had given him.

Lucas hung up agreeing to go. Stephen turned away from his computer to
look out over his garden. He saw Rick the gardener trimming back some dark
green bush. Stephen didn’t like gardening and couldn’t care for the work.

Spinning back, he stared at the picture of his father and mother on the
wall. When his father had died Stephen couldn’t bring himself to take the
double portrait down. His father had loved his mother in such a possessive,
consuming way that Stephen had thought it was possible to love a woman in such
a way. After the last twenty-plus years, he’d come to see it was a waste of
time. No woman had ever left him with such deep yearning or with the feeling he
would rather kill someone before letting them touch his woman. The women he’d
been with, he’d shared with other men. There was none of the instinct his
father talked about. He didn’t mind watching another man sink his cock into a
woman’s cunt. Since none of the emotions his father had was inside him, he
found Club Possession hard to deal with. At some point he thought it was
jealousy at the fact other men had a woman they felt possessive of.

“Why the fuck did you leave me this shit?” he said to the painting.
There was no answer, and he grunted in exasperation while walking out of his
office. He usually hired several cleaners and cooks, but since meeting Ursula,
he liked only having the one woman inside his house. Stephen lost count of the
number of women he’d found inside his bed wanting to be seduced. He picked his
own women and his own playthings. Every part of his life, he found a reason to
moan. Life never used to be like that. He loved being part of the whole world
where he could walk into a room and command attention instantly. There was a
time where he used to sleep with other men’s wives and mistresses just because
he could. When he looked back on those times, he felt himself sneering at his
own attitude. He never cared if anyone liked him. The only thing he cared about
was getting his own way.

There was some orange juice with the label “drink me” on it. He noticed
Ursula’s handwriting immediately. Turning the label over he saw the added
message, “You need to stop drinking whiskey. Otherwise you’ll end up like
this”. There was a picture of a stick man with a large belly on his back
looking sick.

Stephen burst out laughing. She really did have a sense of humour. He
checked the time and saw there were a few hours until she arrived for the
afternoon.