My Obsession (12 page)

He stroked his cock, picturing Sandra’s glistening pussy as it had been tonight, open and wet for all to see. He sucked in a breath as he imagined pushing inside her and hearing her moan as she tightened around him.

He increased both his pressure around his cock and his pace, using his other hand to cup his balls, which only added to the vision of him pounding inside her willing body.

The slick friction of his fingers over his hard length increased like a fast-rising wave, making him gasp for breath as the wave continued to rise higher.

He adjusted his stance so he could thrust his hips, which only took him back to the vision of fucking Sandra as she was bent and tied over the spanking horse. She wasn’t ready for it, but he hoped eventually she would warm to the idea of being spanked and pleasured in that way. The sensations from impact play could enhance other play, and he hoped to eventually introduce her to those. But only if she was ready.

Yet here in the shower he could let his imagination run wild. He could picture flogging or spanking her until wonderful red stripes marked her beautiful pale skin. Then when she was screaming with arousal and drowning under an endorphin high he would fuck her hard, pounding inside her until she tightened around him and screamed for him to come.

He hadn’t realized how real his vision had been until his balls tightened against his body and he felt the impending explosion screaming for release.

His orgasm hit him like a fist to the gut, and he shouted as he leaned his forehead against the cold tile and continued to pump into his fist until every last drop of cum had been spent.

It took him a few minutes before his heart had returned to a normal speed and his breathing had calmed.

Damn, he couldn’t wait to see her again.

Tomorrow was Sunday, and he had things to take care of around Club Desire. He needed to give her some space anyway. As far as he could tell, things had been a whirlwind since she’d gotten back into town, and she needed some downtime to rest and reflect. He would see her Monday morning, and he would have to be happy with that. He could use the time to plan their next scene.

The surge of arousal told him he needed to steer clear of any sexual thoughts about Sandra for the next day, or he would never get anything productive accomplished.

Although that might not be such a bad trade-off to make.

He laughed at himself and shook his head. How was it that all these years later she could still shred his control and send him back to that timid high-school boy pining after the hot, popular girl?

Diego took a deep breath as he pulled into the motel parking lot. He’d spent the last few days driving to this godforsaken hellhole called Phoenix. Without the humidity of New York, the heat here seared into any exposed skin, making him feel like he was being flayed alive.

Damn Sandra for making him come here. The bitch would definitely pay for this.

It had taken him several hundred dollars to bribe someone to give him a page of Sandra’s cell bill so he could see where she had been calling. It had been too much to hope for that the address listed on the bill would show him exactly where to find her. Instead, it still showed her address from New York, and he’d been unable to get her old roommate, Darla, to talk. With all the scrutiny from both the local Doms and law enforcement there, he hadn’t wanted to risk forcing Darla to tell him, although it would have been enjoyable time spent after her asshole boyfriend, Mason, had banned him from his dungeon.

He didn’t usually enjoy torturing men, but for Mason, he might make an exception. That man had gotten in his way for the last time.

Seeing Sandra’s list of calls hadn’t improved his mood, but it had shown him clearly where she’d gone. Her recent calls were mostly to Phoenix, with a few still to New York. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she’d run home to Phoenix. He had looked up all the numbers on the bill, and when he’d found two calls to Club Desire, he’d been livid. A quick Google search had shown him it was a very elite dungeon, which meant Sandra was allowing some other Dom to fuck her.

That was unacceptable, and she would be severely punished. His mouth watered at the prospect. It usually took him nearly a year to finish playing with his victims before he was ready to kill them. The chase only made the final moments and the fear in their eyes all the sweeter. But in Sandra’s case, she had pushed him beyond his limits. Since Sandra had stayed one step ahead of him since she ran, he didn’t have the luxury of giving her the kind of send-off that would satisfy his cravings for revenge.

He couldn’t risk getting caught, and Sandra’s whining to the other Doms had brought him too much undue notice already.

He would find her. He would punish her, and then he would kill her. Slowly enough so she would suffer and feel fear, but then she
would
die so he could find the next.

The simple thought of the next woman in a long line cheered him and gave him renewed determination.

He pushed open the car door and headed to the small motel office to rent a room for the night. After some rest he could finish studying Sandra’s cell bill and then start looking for her. He considered going back to New York when all this was over, but then another thought came to him. The authorities were watching him closely in New York, and he was sure Mason and the other Doms had gotten him blacklisted at all of the local dungeons, but neither of those was the case here in Phoenix.

As much as he hated this place, it also represented an untapped well of new women for him to choose from. It would bear checking out, and worst-case scenario, if he didn’t find a good dungeon in need of Doms here, he could go to San Diego. Better weather, and the large kink and fetish population were more open about it than here in very conservative Arizona. Or at least they all tried to
appear
conservative.

He smiled to himself. New prospects were opening up, so maybe this trip would yield extra rewards beyond seeing Sandra receive her rightful punishment.

Sandra huffed out a breath and swung her legs over the side of the bed as she sat up. She’d tried to sleep last night, but after a full day of thinking about Master Brent without even a text message, her frustration had kept her wide awake and endlessly replaying their scene from Saturday night over and over inside her head. Which definitely hadn’t helped her sleep.

And now he was picking her up in a few hours for a job interview, and she most likely looked like hell. Time to see what a brisk shower, some hot coffee, and some damage-control makeup could do.

An hour later she was downstairs, excitement coursing through her veins at the possibilities the day before her might hold.

When the knock sounded against the door frame, she jumped and let out an embarrassing squeak. She couldn’t remember being this excited to have someone pick her up before. She wondered if this would have been what it felt like to be picked up by a prom date back in high school. Because of her home issues she had never accepted any high school dates, and she’d always felt she had missed out by not attending her proms.

She opened the door and drank in the pure male beauty that was Master Brent. He wore black dress slacks and a hunter-green button-down shirt that looked made for him from the way it lovingly caressed his sculpted torso and muscular arms. He was clean-shaven, and it took great effort not to reach up and run her fingers over his smooth, sculpted jaw. But she didn’t need to be distracted this early in the day. She had important matters to take care of.

“Good morning, Sandra.” His voice was gravelly and deep, that sexy male morning voice that sent shivers over her skin.

“Good morning.” She held her arms out to her sides. “Will this outfit do?” Her silky A-line skirt fell sensuously around her calves, and she’d chosen a matching top with a tasteful V-neck and a three-quarter-length sleeve, since the heat was already strong, even this early in the morning. Michelle had insisted that business dress in Arizona definitely took the hotter climate into account, but there was still a part of her that worried she was underdressed.

“You look amazing.” His thorough gaze raked over her from head to toe, and she sucked in a small breath at the almost physical sensation that look left in its wake. “I forgot to remind you that what passes for business dress in New York is very different from here. But it looks like you’ve adapted seamlessly.”

Brent opened the front passenger door of a blue-gray BMW and helped her inside before lightly closing the door behind her.

The soft leather seats sighed as she slid in easily with the silky material of her skirt. She stretched out her legs, thankful for the roomy car, and also for the cold blast of air from the AC vent in front of her.

She wasn’t overly tall, but her long legs made it tough to get comfortable in a lot of cars and total hell on plane flights. So she always appreciated when she had ample legroom.

Brent had driven her home in a different car on Saturday night, and she had only just found out that he’d borrowed Master Dex’s car that night.

Both cars were nicer than anything she had ever owned, but if given a choice she preferred this one, and not only because it was Master Brent’s.

Maybe one of these days she’d get her feet under her and be able to buy one of these cars for herself.

“Did you eat something?” His deep voice held only curiosity and concern, so she forced her shoulder muscles to relax. She had to get past the automatic defensive reactions. They had no place in her new life.

She nodded and then realized Brent’s concentration was on the busy freeway in front of them and not on her, so she cleared her throat to make sure she could speak. “I had a quick English muffin an hour or two ago.”

He nodded, giving her a glance before returning his gaze to the road. “We’ll pick up some lunch after your meeting with Gary, unless he wants you to start right away. If you’re interested in the job after you two talk, that is.”

She tried not to fidget in her seat as nerves finally set in, but ended up adjusting the sleeves of the dressy button-down around her arms. She loved the feel of the soft cotton and the way the deep blue material gave her face some actual color after her long night. She smiled at the memory, and her body seemed to wake up at the mere mention of her time with Master Brent Saturday night.

She wrenched her mind back to the interview and what lay ahead. She’d known he was taking her to meet someone about a job, but now that he’d said it out loud, it felt like a suffocating cloud had closed in around her.

She blew out a slow breath and mentally shook off the odd sensation. “So what kind of job is it?”

“I gave Gary a quick rundown of your qualifications, and he told me he’d love to talk to you about a position he’d been trying to fill.” Brent signaled before he changed lanes and sped up to match traffic. “I’ll let you two talk and decide if this is a good fit or not. You’re under no obligation to take this unless it feels right to you.”

“Thank you.” She reached out and squeezed his shoulder. She’d needed to touch him, to show how much it meant to have him care for her this way. “I appreciate you setting this up, and driving me out here.”

“No problem at all.” He sent her a quick smile before he returned his attention to the road, slowing as several people changed lanes to take the next exit. “I’ve known Gary for several years,” he continued. “He owns several successful international businesses and is always looking for good talent.”

“International businesses?” She cringed as she realized that had come out as more of a nervous squeak than her normal voice. She really hoped that didn’t happen during the interview. Sandra had always picked up new skills quite easily, but for some reason the thought of an international business loomed larger and more frightening than a fully domestic one.

“Don’t sound so nervous.” Brent reached out to brush a comforting hand over her knee. “Just because it’s an international business doesn’t mean you can’t handle it. You’re a smart woman. I’m confident you can easily pick up whatever you need to learn.”

His voice sounded sure and echoed her previous thoughts, so she pulled some of his confidence deep inside herself for strength. “I will,” she said with determination. “It just threw me off when you said ‘international’ for some reason. I’ve only ever worked for small companies that had fewer than fifty employees.” She thought back to the job she’d left in New York. She had enjoyed the challenge of organizing the office and keeping everything flowing as it should. But a much larger company that dealt with multiple countries would give her a lot to learn on every front. A sliver of excitement flowed through her and she laughed.

“Are you all right?” His voice held amusement, and she didn’t blame him. She’d been clearly scared a minute ago and now she was laughing. What a damned basket case she was lately.

“Yes, sorry.” She forced a smile onto her face, hoping it looked natural. “I gave myself an internal pep talk, and now I’m excited about the new prospect and ready to go.”

Brent chuckled, his sexy lips curving. “I’m glad. You really are a smart woman, Sandra. You always have been…”

His voice cut off suddenly, making Sandra frown. The statement struck her as very odd. He’d only known her for a few days.

She thought about asking about the odd wording but shook the thought away. She was most likely reading too much into his words, and she needed to concentrate on the coming interview.

He took the freeway exit and merged with the busy downtown traffic.

“Let’s get you to this interview, and then we can talk over lunch.” He sent her a quick smile as he pulled up to a stoplight, and several pedestrians scurried across the street in front of them.

His smile was genuine, but there was something there that made her pause. A tightness around his eyes that she wasn’t used to seeing. It was probably just something she’d imagined. She really needed to get her thoughts under control. She needed all her concentration to go toward getting this job and starting her new life.

After a few more harrowing turns onto one-way streets, which reminded Sandra why she hated to drive in downtown Phoenix, Brent turned into a parking garage and then slid into a spot with a “Reserved for Trask Industries” sign posted in front of it.

Sandra gave in to a quick bout of vanity and checked her hair and face in the small mirror on the visor. She made sure her cover-up makeup hid all the evidence of her long, restless, sexually frustrated night spent missing Brent. She couldn’t believe after the amazing orgasms she’d had Saturday night that her body craved even more, but crave it did.

Right now she needed to get her mind off her sex life. She pushed up the visor, turned to him, and smiled. “All right. Let’s do this.”

Brent stood as Sandra and Gary came out of a conference room down the hall. Two hours in the waiting room chairs hadn’t been comfortable, even interspersed with pacing.

As Sandra turned and their gazes met, he sucked in a breath. For the first time since he’d seen her on the monitors at Club Desire, she looked happy. The dark shadows that always lurked in her eyes had been vanquished, and on Sandra, true happiness made her breathtaking. Literally, in this case.

“Brent.” Gary walked forward and held out his hand. “I’d like you to meet my newest employee.”

Brent shook Gary’s hand. “Congratulations, Gary.”

“Hey!” Sandra was looking at him with a mock frown. “What about me? Don’t you think I deserve some congratulations?”

Brent shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. “I was just congratulating Gary on stealing another great prospective employee from me.”

Sandra laughed and waved him away. “You couldn’t handle me as an employee anyway.”

Brent found he really enjoyed this new, bantering side of Sandra, and hoped to see more of it. “Oh, really? Why do you say that?”

She shared a conspiratorial look with Gary before turning back to Brent. “After some discussion, Gary and I have agreed you couldn’t handle me.”

That startled a laugh out of Brent and he wondered what they had talked about. Gary knew about Club Desire, but as far as he knew tended toward vanilla, so it couldn’t be in that arena.

Gary slapped Brent on the shoulder surprisingly hard, especially as the older man was a good four inches shorter than Brent and a great deal less solid. “Well, my boy, you brought me a firecracker here. She’s smart, and from everything I can tell she knows how to run an office. We need to train her up a bit on the international aspect, but it sounds like she can wrangle the toughest office into shape.”

He cast Sandra an expression of pride and anticipation. “I even took her out to the cube farm and let her try out her skills on the programmers and support staff. After several minutes of their trying to frustrate her with misinformation and double talk, she sweetly and swiftly put them in their places and got them to not only get back to work, but promise to have the office straightened up and organized, and even have their equipment fully inventoried and documented for her by the time she comes in tomorrow.” Gary cast Sandra another gaze of glowing approval. “And that was even before I offered her the job.”

Brent laughed. “Congratulations, Sandra. I think.” He sent her a quick smile. “Although I’m not sure I did you any favors subjecting you to this crotchety old man every weekday.”

“Hey now. Who are you calling old?” Gary shook his finger at Brent as if he were scolding a naughty pupil. “I’ll accept the crotchety, but just because I’m older than you doesn’t make me old. Speaking of old, have you heard from Valerie lately?” His tone was light, but Brent knew how much pain lurked beneath that subject.

“We lost touch,” Gary added simply, his expression giving away nothing to anyone who hadn’t known him for several years.

Brent remembered when he’d first met Gary. The London branch of Gary’s business was failing, which caused him to spend most of his nights and weekends in the office or on conference calls. He and Valerie had been dating for several years at that point, and she’d finally gotten fed up and left him.

Brent had gotten Valerie a consulting job with another local firm doing the same thing she’d been doing when she’d first met Gary. But then he’d lost touch with her too until a few years ago, when she’d shown up at Club Desire to petition for membership.

Brent motioned for Gary to step off to the side of the lobby with him. “Sandra, excuse us for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

When they had stepped out of earshot of Sandra, Brent smiled at his old friend. “I have heard from Valerie.”

Gary’s head snapped up, and unmistakable hope and longing filled his gaze. He was obviously still madly in love with Valerie, and she with him if Brent was any judge.

“She’s doing well. Been promoted several times over, and looking fantastic, as usual.” Before Gary could interrupt to ask how to find her, or if Brent had her current number, he pressed on. “I would suggest you come by Club Desire this Saturday night. About seven thirty or so.” He let silence fall for a long moment while Gary fidgeted. “I’ll give you a tour of the place, and…introduce you to some of the regulars.”

Gary stood looking stunned for a long moment until he finally cleared his throat. “The Club. Okay.” He met Brent’s gaze squarely. “What should I wear for this tour?”

Gary’s voice was strong and even, but Brent had known him long enough to tell he was uncomfortable with this topic. He thought about messing with Gary and telling him to wear a Catwoman outfit, or to dress up as Dr. Frank-N-Furter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but he took pity on the man. He knew Gary’s view of what a fetish club looked like wasn’t accurate. “Just wear whatever is comfortable.”

Gary nodded woodenly and then darted a glance across the lobby, where Sandra sat reading something on her phone. “Give me an example. What do you wear at the Club, Brent?”

Again, Brent bit back the temptation to mess with his friend as all kinds of interesting answers spilled through his mind. In the end he settled on honesty. “When I’m not participating, I tend to wear something very much like what I’m wearing today.” He gestured toward himself. “Comfortable dress slacks and a button-down shirt. And comfortable shoes are a must for me since I do so much walking to oversee everything.”