Obsession (17 page)

The heat vanished from Leo’s gaze, replaced by deep concern. “Are you okay?”

The way he seemed ready to leap up from his seat had me smiling ruefully. “Yes, I’m okay. My butts a little sore, but in a good way…um, no pun intended.”

He didn’t smile. “Maybe you should see a doct—”

I held up my hand, noticing a few bruises around my wrist that probably came from when he was holding me down and I was coming my brains out. “If you’re suggesting that I go see a doctor because I’ve been well fucked, you’re insane.”

The worry vanished from his eyes, replaced by a pleased, almost smug expression as he leaned back in his chair, the thin cotton of his shirt stretching nicely across his wide chest. “Good point.”

Eager to get off the subject, I returned my interest to my meal as I asked, “So, you have a cook?”

“Yes. I’m afraid to confess I don’t have much of a domestic streak. My chef comes in three times a week and cooks, but also leaves meals for my housekeeper to prepare for me on the days he’s not here.”

“I’m guessing a yard crew as well? This place is immaculate, and I can’t imagine you being the kind of guy to pull weeds in his spare time.”

His dark eyes watched me closely, his lips curving into an easy smile that didn’t match his gaze. “You’re right. I have much better things to do than pull weeds. In what little free time I’ve had to spend here, I’ve mostly enjoyed the pool and sauna.”

“Sauna? Wow, nice.” The delicious bitterness of coffee helped clear my thoughts a bit. “You live here alone?”

His brows arched and he abandoned the relaxed pose he’d been in, leaning forward on the table, exuding menace. “Do you think I’d bring you here if I lived with someone else? That I’m in the habit of sneaking around with women?”

Realizing I offended him, I tried to do damage control. “No, no. I’m just saying, it’s a big house. You need to get a dog or something.”

The anger left him as if it had never been there and I resisted the urge to blow out a relieved breath. “You’re right, I do need a dog. In fact, I was considering going to the pound at some point to find a puppy.”

I tried to compose myself, but I couldn’t help my happy little squeal. “Really?”

His lips twitched and his eyes crinkled as he took in my glee. “Yes, really. This place is too big for me alone, but I’ve been too busy working these past few years to give a dog enough attention.”

I sighed, my enthusiasm waning as I thought of all the reasons I couldn’t have a dog. “I know how that is. I’ve wanted a dog for like, forever, but it wouldn’t be fair to get one and then keep him in a cage. Then there’s the fact that I live in an apartment that doesn’t allow pets, and Kayla doesn’t like animals…so yeah…no dog for me.”

“Did you have a pet growing up?”

I had. Before my sister had gotten sick, we had a sweet golden retriever. Then the endless rounds of hospital stays began and we couldn’t care for our dog, so my parents gave her away to one of their friends. I’d been devastated, but when I’d protested, my mother had berated me for being selfish.

“When I was younger. What about you?”

The lazy, unhurried way he sipped his coffee as he stared at me made me fidget in my chair, like he knew there was more I was holding back. “A dog was a luxury my mom couldn’t afford when I was growing up. She was a single mother with a high-school diploma who worked two jobs to support us.”

“Wow, that sucks.”

“It did, but in a lot of ways I had it better than most kids. She loved me with every ounce of her considerable heart, and I had a good life despite the circumstances. Our house was always the best looking, even if she used decorations she got at the Dollar Store. While I’m a right selfish bastard, she was one of the most giving, always helping others.” His broad chest lifted with a sigh as he examined me. “She would have liked you.”

“Really?”

A small, sad smile quirked the corner of his mouth. “Yes, Hannah, she would have adored you.”

Warmth flowed through my veins, sweet as honey and sunshine. I didn’t know what to say and looked away, pretending to be super interested in the remains of my eggs. If I was Kayla, I’d have some kind of urbane and witty remark; if I was Joy, I’d know how to take a compliment. But I was neither of them, instead I was incredibly needy and Leo’s nice words were my addiction, my pleasurable fix. A tingle started in my nipples and headed south, past my clenching lower stomach to my sensitive sex.

“Hannah.” Leo’s voice was thick with desire. “Come here.”

I took a quick sip of my juice before complying and coming to stand between his spread legs. “Yes?”

“Your nipples are hard.”

“Um…you have good air conditioning.”

His broad hands grasped my back then pulled me closer so he could nuzzle my breasts, need and want coiling inside of me as his lips brushed my pulse. “You have the sweetest tits. Show them to me.”

Normally I’m a lights-off kind of girl, but once again my desire for Leo overrode any feelings of doubt. He worshiped my body and by the bulge of his erection against his pants, I knew I turned him on. It was a heady feeling to look down and watch his big, golden-maned head rub against my slight chest, the way his eyes closed as if he was absorbing the feel of me. I was certainly enjoying the feel of
him
. The soft folds between my legs were drenched already with my arousal, and he’d barely touched me.

I think I was turning into a nymphomaniac.

Eager for more, I quickly removed my shirt and tossed it haphazardly onto the counter, my skin so sensitive, the rasp of his lips over the curve of my breast was almost too much. As if he sensed my mood, his touch turned gentle, his big hands cradling my body while his firm lips pressed butterfly-light kisses across my collarbone. My insides burst into flames when he finally lowered his mouth to the tip of my breast, his name breaking free from my lips with the first light suck. The gold of my necklace glinted in the strong sunlight spilling through the windows and warming my skin, highlighting how pale I was compared to his bronzed splendor.

I clutched his head to me, his hair thick and soft between my fingers, the fresh and clean scent of his shampoo released into the air with each stroke of my hand. Holding him close to me like this while he suckled on my breast was divine, but I wanted more. It was as though we’d never even had sex, like I’d been deprived and horny for years rather than hours. I brushed my leg against his erection, delighting in his low growl while his sharp teeth nipped me in a way that made my chest hitch.

“My baby girl need to be fucked?” he asked before blowing on my damp nipple.

Every beat of my heart increased my desire until I was once again wanton for him, the need to feel him inside of me overriding everything else. “Yes, please.”

“Get naked.”

After stumbling a bit while hauling off my boots, more eager than seductive, I was once again naked before him in short order, my hands literally trembling with the need to touch him.

“Pull my shorts down and take my cock out, then ride me.”

I eyed the armless sides of his chair, trying to figure out how much leverage I would get. “Are you sure?”

He bit my nipple, hard, and I let out a sharp scream. “Shit!”

“Don’t back talk unless you want to be punished.”

Oh, that pissed me off, but at the same time, I was unable to argue that being bossed around lit a fuse inside of me that couldn’t be denied. With a little bit of a pout, I leaned down between his legs, helping him get his shorts over the rounded curve of his muscled ass before pulling the material down to his feet where he kicked them off. Naked from the waist down, there was something very obscene about him lounging there, idly stroking his swollen cock, the darkened head shiny with precum. My mouth watered at the sight but as I was reaching for him, he made a tsking sound.

“I didn’t say touch, I said ride.”

Flushing, I placed my hands on his strong, rock-like shoulders in order to straddle him, then steadied myself as he rubbed the flared crest of his cock around my wet entrance, awakening the nerves that ached for him. Slowly sinking down onto his body, I met his gaze and found him smiling at me, his wide shoulders flexing as he arched his hips, changing the angle of my descent. I was too busy absorbing the divine feeling of him stretching my tender inner muscles to smile back.

“So beautiful,” he said in that sex-rough voice of his that I loved. “Use my cock to make yourself come, sweetheart. Get Daddy wet.”

Since I wasn’t able to get much leverage, I could only rise up an inch or two before lowering myself back down and grinding. Shit, that felt amazing. I canted my hips, my breath coming in short bursts as I gripped Leo’s shoulders and circled my clit into his pelvis.

Leo continued to watch me, then stretched his arms out and put them behind his head, leaning back slightly and giving me a little more room to move. His lips were parted, swollen and damp as he devoured me with his gaze, the intense regard giving me a sense of power and pride.

Bouncing on his dick now, I chased my orgasm, pulling my nipples and pinching them tight.

“Harder,” Leo commanded. “Make your pretty tits hurt.”

My pussy convulsed and he gave me a savage smile.

Everything felt so damn good, and I ground down, my hips snapping as my breathing became choppy. “Yes, Daddy.”

Little darts of white-hot pain shot from my nipples to my clit as I pinched them hard enough to make me hiss with pleasure.

“Come on, baby, work me, make me fill you up.”

My hair stuck to my sweaty skin as I reached up and sank my nails into the back of his neck, holding on while I lost myself in him. My orgasm was strong and fierce, but also immensely relaxing. When I was having sex with Leo, the tension inside of me built up so much it actually hurt. Then my climax would hit and the easing of those tight muscles was just another facet to my overwhelming pleasure.

He hugged me tight while he emptied himself inside me, an almost desperate sound escaping him as he buried his face in the side of my neck and bit down. My body clenched from the pain of his bite and a delicious trill of shivers raced through me. Then he began to kiss and lick the sore area, soothing me with his gentle touch. It was so odd how he could hurt me, and enjoy it, then moments later touch me with such veneration.

“Morning,” I breathed as he lifted me slowly off of him, semen running down my inner thigh.

Grinning at me, Leo brushed my hair back. “Best morning I’ve had in a long time.”

“Me too.”

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. We have someplace to be.”

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise for my baby girl.” He took my hand and led me back towards his bedroom.

“A surprise?” I loved surprises. “Really?”

He gave my hand a squeeze. “Really. Now, no more questions or I won’t eat you clean in the shower.”

It should be impossible, but his words sent a hard tingle between my legs. “Yes, Daddy.

Leo

Hannah laced her fingers through mine as we got a couple’s massage at the Cordova Country Club’s spa. The treatments we were receiving were top of the line; Judith demanded it since the country club was owned by the cartel, as were the attached restaurants, stores, and the two golf courses. The pools were world famous and they had weddings booked for the next three years with people eager to take advantage of our five-star service.

One of the few bits of green interrupting the desert landscape, the eighteen-hole courses cost a fortune in upkeep—the emerald-green grass wasn’t exactly native to the desert—but the overpriced membership more than made up for it. It cost close to four hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year just in membership dues, and things like the spa were extra. But the elite who joined this club were beyond wealthy in ways most people couldn’t imagine. Entertainers, bankers, entrepreneurs and trust-fund babies, drug lords and despots, the club members were used to the best and had no qualms about paying a high price for it.

Judith had grown up in obscene wealth in El Salvador, the only child of a mayor and a drug lord. She was used to the best things in life and knew how to cater to the privileged, which kept the club coffers full and allowed us to launder a great deal of money without detection. It was also Judith’s social standing that kept the place packed. I’ve never met anyone as good at coldly manipulating others as she was, and I’d learned a great deal about how people think from watching Judith influence them.

Next to me, Hannah let out a soft sigh and I smiled into the clean, fresh-smelling white sheet covering the massage table.

The older and still beautiful Hispanic woman working on my back hit a knot of muscles and I had to force myself to try to relax, to shut my mind down. Typically, I was thinking of at least three things at once, my brain always busy. The only time my overactive mind gave me a break and went quiet was when I was focused on Hannah. While I might be conditioning her body and mind to accept only me as a lover,
my
body and mind were already hers.

The workers at the country club, familiar with me, had openly stared as I laughed and smiled at Hannah while giving her a tour of the place. I must be more of a scary bastard than I thought, because a few looked worried for Hannah’s safety as she strolled with me, holding my hand with complete trust. Not that I could blame them; the image we’d presented in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors lining the foyer of the place had been an interesting one. She was so beautiful and ethereal, like a fairy princess, while I hovered over her like an overprotective beast.

I hadn’t anticipated how tense being out in public with Hannah would make me, but even here, in a business owned and protected by my cartel, I kept scanning the area for an attack. It was only due to the fact that I had known Esmerelda and Florence for years that I even allowed them to touch my girl. That, and Hannah’s blissful sighs, which echoed in the vaulted ceiling of the room like erotic music.

She was facing me, with her midnight-black hair pulled back into a braid that trailed off the side of the white leather table like a thick rope. Her full lips were curved up at the ends and her fingers were limp in mine, only the occasional slow stroke of her thumb over my hand giving me any indication she was even awake. I let my gaze take in the elegant slope of her shoulders, the smooth flow of her skin. Unlike me, she wasn’t covered in scars—but she
was
covered in bruises that sent a tingle down my spine and into my balls.

Lying on her stomach, Hannah was completely nude and coated in an almond-scented oil that made her pale skin glow and highlighted my marks on her. Deep purple circles from my teeth scattered all over her shoulders and back, while her buttocks still had a pink tinge to them and her hips were lightly bruised from my grip, my fingerprints plainly obvious. I know I should feel regret for those no doubt sore spots, but instead I only had a sense of pride.

And if my programming had worked, Hannah would derive pleasure from each bruise that I touched.

As Florence smoothed her hands over Hannah’s buttocks, my girl’s hips gave a little twitch, the slightest catch in her breathing and the way her nostrils flared all alerting me to her reaction.

Her big cinnamon-brown eyes were on me now, the pupils wide as she gave me clear “fuck me” signals. I wondered if it was me or the drugs and hypnosis she was responding to, then decided I didn’t care as long as she
was
responding. I watched with avid interest as she looked right at me then bit her lip in a coy little maneuver that made it uncomfortable to lie on my stomach due to my hard-on.

In Spanish, I ordered Florence to massage Hannah’s butt a little harder and she did without complaint, knowing better than to challenge me on anything.

A soft, low groan escaped Hannah and she flushed, closing her eyes with a whimper. When she opened them again, she smiled when she found me watching her. “You have no idea how good this feels. Thank you, Leo.”

I ignored the way both Florence and Esmerelda froze when Hannah said my name, and smiled at my girl. “You’re welcome, baby girl. I figured it was the least I could do, considering I’m responsible for your current…tender state.”

Blushing again, Hannah smirked. “This is true.”

Her eyes grew heavy lidded as she slowly perused my equally nude body then licked her lips. “What are we doing after this?”

“I’m having you for lunch.”

She giggled, then whispered, “I’m starving. When can we eat?”

Loving the ravenous gleam in her eyes, I shifted my hips on the table, my erection now actively pissed off at being pressed up against the unyielding table instead of Hanna’s giving body. “Ladies, we’re done for now. Thank you.”

Both older women made a quick exit, no doubt running off to gossip about my obvious shows of affection with Hannah. There were rumors that I was a sexual deviant incapable of having a relationship, that I was incapable of love, and as fucked-up as it was, some women were all the more attracted to me because of my emotional detachment. Usually I could avoid women who wanted more than sex, but every once in a while, one of my partners would think she’d be the one to change me. That I’d take one dip in her magic pussy and fall in love. Stupid bitches. There was only one woman for me, and it would always be my Hannah.

Right now, she was trying to slide off the side of the table without flashing me, something I found highly amusing. The sight of my teeth marks high on her inner thigh had me remembering the taste of her and I was eager to lap up her sweet cream again.

“Hannah,” I said in a low, commanding voice. “Up against the wall, legs spread, ass sticking out. Now.”

“Are…are you going to hurt me?”

The trembling anticipation in her voice had my dick jumping.

Holding her unsure gaze, I nodded slowly. “Yes, I’m going to hurt you, sweetheart.”

The sleepy, relaxed look left her face and her body stilled, the soft bumps of her raspberry pink nipples stiffening before my eyes. She bit her lower lip, glancing at the wall, then back to me with a lovely tremor now shaking her hands, her pussy nice and wet. Sick fuck that I am, her being scared only made my dick harder. With visible hesitation, she placed her hands on the wall, the black rope of her braid hanging down her back. When she spread her legs and arched her back as I’d instructed, the muscles of my thighs tensed, the need to rut and thrust into all that soft, wet heat tearing at my self-control.

I was up and off the table before she’d fully settled into position, my eager hands stroking over her oil-slicked skin.

“Good girl,” I praised her, noting the way she relaxed beneath my touch. “Did it hurt when Florence touched your bruises?”

The tension returned to her body while I skimmed my palms over the slight curve of her rounded buttocks. “I—yes and no.”

I moved behind her and rubbed my dick along the oiled crease of her ass, pressing against the little puckered hole of her anus and enjoying the way she instinctively tightened up. “Explain.”

“It felt…good, but still hurt. I can’t explain it.”

“Hmmm, interesting.”

Pressing the tip of my cock against her resisting asshole again, I enjoyed the tremor that ran through her. Leaning forward, I picked a particularly harsh bite mark I’d left on her shoulder and slowly, softly, stroked my tongue against it. Little goosebumps formed on her skin and I smiled as she whispered my name in a breathy voice. I picked a particularly deep bite mark on her shoulder and gently ran my teeth over it.

Her reaction was swift, a harsh cry that had her pressing back against my cock, teasing the tip by letting me in just the slightest bit. As much as I wanted to pound her ass, she wasn’t ready for me. Instead, I tormented her with the threat of my cock breeching her virgin ass, licking at her bruise like it was her clit and loving her pleasured moans.

“That feels so good, better than it should. Why does your mouth feel so good?”

“It’s your reward,” I breathed against the shell of her ear, feeding just a little more of the head of my shaft into her clenching ass. “For taking the pain, for being my good girl.”

“Daddy…” She tried to push back more. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

Giving her a warning nip, I withdrew completely before I gave in to her dirty begging. “When we get home, I have an anal hook I’m going to use on you, then I’m going to fuck you while your ass is stuffed full of cold steel. Won’t take you long to warm it, though. When you’re horny, your pussy gets so fucking hot.”

I positioned my dick with one hand while purposely putting my thumb on a rather large welt. She let out a low wail as I slid into her, massaging the bruise like it was her clit. Instead of pleading for me to stop, she came all over my dick before I was all the way inside of her.

Gripping her hips, I fought the convulsions of her sex, the way her inner muscles tried to hold me still, to grip me deep while Hannah screamed through her orgasm. I gathered her braid into my fist, holding it with one hand while I slapped her ass with my other, ruthlessly taking what I wanted from her while luxuriating in her multiple climaxes. Power, raw and pure, flowed into me as she surrendered, giving me everything. Time seemed to slow and each thrust grew more intense, each stroke of her inner softness making my balls tighten. Our rough breaths echoed in the room, along with the wet smack of my hips plunging against her.

“Leo,” she gasped in a shattered voice, “I’m going to pass out.”

“Go ahead, I’ll just hold you tight and keep fucking you.”

“Oh God.”

I let go of her braid and wrapped my hand around her throat, supporting her and cutting off her air the slightest bit. “I want you to come so hard you faint with my cock still inside of you. I want to fuck your limp body, knowing that I made you feel so good you couldn’t handle it. We’re going to train you to take more pleasure, but if it’s too much, go ahead and let go. This body is mine, and I’ll fuck you if you’re awake or not.”

“Shit, yes, take me, use me. I love it so much.” Her head lolled against my hand as she ground her ass into me.

Gritting my teeth, I changed the angle of my hips and fucked her in short, hard strokes, determined to spill my seed deep inside of her.

Her neck felt so delicate as I increased my pressure, the temptation to have her body totally at my mercy testing my self-control.

She grunted then stiffened, her torso convulsing in my arms to the point I had to ride her down to the floor and pin her beneath my weight, removing my hand so she could breathe while I tore her apart.

Weak, almost confused sounds came from her as she continued to orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head as she groaned, then passed out.

Fucking like a mad man, I reared back on my haunches and picked up her unresisting hips, satisfying myself with her lax form, loving how her pussy clenched around me even as she drifted deep in something beyond subspace, some special place only I could send her.

I couldn’t fight the burn anymore and gave in to the need for release, a bright white light filling my vision as sheer relief thundered through my blood while I emptied myself into her.

All the strength left me, but I managed to roll off of her then pull Hannah against me, the soft rush of her breath against the sweat-dampened skin of my neck the best thing I’d ever felt.

The rest of the day continued in the same glorious fashion. After Hannah woke up, we bathed then dressed and ate at one of the restaurants at the golf course, where Hannah wolfed down a steak and baked potato like she hadn’t eaten in months. With her already high metabolism, I’d have to make sure I fed her enough to deal with the calorie loss that came from frequent, hard fucking.

Later that night, after tying Hannah up and ruling her body until she broke with pleasure, I pulled her limp form into my arms and smiled, snuggling her against me and falling into the best sleep I’ve ever had in moments.