by Theresa Papa
Elizabeth and Tony’s first kiss on the front porch is based on a real-life experience of mine when I was sixteen.
The parents' house in Lake Geneva is from a residence my father owned when I was younger. My brother had a boat and we spent many happy times on the lake.
The path around Lake Geneva is also real and it is a public walking path in the backyards of some beautiful homes.
The antique Matchbox cars are real and my husband has had them since he was a little boy playing on the floor with them.
By city ordinance you can only land at a FAA approved helipad or an airport in the city of Chicago. The only helipads in the city are used for medical, police and fire. You would not be able to get permission to use any for private use and that’s why Dragon Entertainment is stipulated as just outside the city.
Anthony (Tony) is my husband’s name, and he wears the same cologne as Tony Dragonetti.
“Amyl nitrite, an inhaled drug used to intensify sexual experiences,” is actually loosely based on the actual drug.
Acknowledgements
First to the Lord, thank you for all our blessings and the beauty that surrounds us.
To my loving husband, who always believes in me no matter what task I attempt. You’ve always been my biggest cheering section whether it’s cooking a new recipe or to start a new job. Thanks for always giving me courage and self esteem with your words. To write a love story wouldn’t be authentic without the true love in my life that you provide. All the sexy heroes that I create for the readers will have a little bit of you in them somewhere. But for me, it’s always you.
To my intelligent and beautiful daughters, who have made me so very proud with their accomplishments. Thank you for putting up with my wayward sense of humor.
To my sister, the first set of eyes to read my books. Thanks for your help in editing my first drafts. It’s great to know I have someone to trust to give me an honest opinion. I can count on you always, because my big sis has my back.
To my mother-in-law, who loved me in spite of my dirty mind. Also, thanks to her for inspiring the character of Samantha Marconi’s grandmother and for all the love and support.
To my Editors, thank you for polishing the story into a novel worthy of my readers.
To my Cover Artist, thank you for taking my ideas and creating a provocative and professional cover that will draw readers into the obsession.
To my Readers: Hopefully you will get as much joy from my work as I received from creating it. It is a true blessing to have the opportunity to fill your free time with my stories. Thanks for choosing my book. Your reviews are greatly appreciated. Read on for a preview of the third installment of the Pope Family Trilogy, Reckless Obsession.
Reckless Obsession
Book 3
Of
The Pope Family Trilogy
Chapter 1
Jennifer Chambers
There is a part of me, deep inside that craves. Dark desires that have come to the surface since my being forced to work at Club Beta. This night is no different as I gaze in the mirror at my reflection. There is no shyness or embarrassment in my nakedness when I turn from side to side. After all, this is the prime of my life. My full breasts are firm and sexy, my stomach is flat and toned, and my ass is set high and smooth.
Olga helps me dress for the VIP client who paid a lot of money for a special fantasy with me. They said he picked my photo and wouldn’t settle for anyone else.
I smile at my coworker in the reflection. “Olga, what has he requested as far as the room and where he wants me when he enters?”
"You will be in room five with the four-poster bed. He wants you blindfolded and tied already."
“He knows there are cameras in the room. Right? I much prefer letting them tie me up after we’ve met. If I’m already helpless I can’t defend myself if I have to.” Even though I’ve found being tied up turns me on, this is only the second fantasy I’ve worked. I’m still kind of nervous about it.
My head falls back and I close my eyes when she brushes my caramel brown waves into strands of silk. I try not to blink when she adds another coat of mascara to my dark olive-shaped eyes. Olga then turns the chair once again to face the full-length mirror and addresses my reflection.
“Well we both know you can’t rely on someone watching the monitors to keep you safe, so I’ll make sure to tie you with the rope that rings the alarm should you need it.” I nod in response. “But I did already see this guy in reception and he’s hot, firm and sexy. His beautiful green eyes are soulful and honest. I wish he picked me. You still have to always be careful, but I’ve been doing this long enough to be able to discern which ones are creeps compared to the ones who just want to do sexual things they might not do in the outside world. If we’re stuck here doing this, we might as well try and enjoy ourselves with the hot ones.” She winks.
I’m not sure what the story is with Olga. Maybe she’s being forced to remain here under observation too. Club Beta is the perfect place to hide in plain sight. I study her in the mirror as she holds the shear robe for me to put my arms in. The blonde beauty has her hair slicked back in a messy ponytail leaving her delicate long neck exposed. Her bright blue eyes sparkle and her dimples appear when she smiles.
Underneath the short robe, my breasts are trying to burst out of the bustier that Olga cinched up tightly earlier. And it’s a good thing I always keep my regular waxing appointment because the thong leaves nothing to the imagination.
“All ready to be a man’s ultimate fantasy?” She asks rhetorically as we walk down the hallway to room five. There’s medieval ambiance to the many arched wooden doors lining the way. They have wrought iron crosshatched hardware centered high covering a lookout panel that adds to the mystery and excitement. Torch like sconces light the way and red candles are placed in niches. The subterranean dwelling is drafty especially dressed in this garb. A shiver runs through my whole body when she puts the key into the lock opening the fifth door.
The ropes are soft and pliable so they won’t hurt my wrists if I move. Olga moves swiftly around the bed securing my wrists above my head and my ankles to the sides. I test each one and they are all loose enough to enjoy pleasure and not inflict pain.
“Are you ready for the blindfold? She asks as she leans over the bed and I lift my head in answer to help her get it on. Everything is blocked out except for a small sliver of light peeking through the bottom. My lungs expand with a deep breath. The soft sensual music that the club pipes in is now noticeable in the solitary room. The decadent scent of jasmine and coconut permeate the space.
"Thanks, Olga, wish me luck."
“I wish you luck and many orgasms.” We both giggle and she exits the room.
My body is tingling all over with excitement. Am I a masochist? No, I hated it when Jerome used to beat me. There was no excitement in that. This is different.
