Lesbian Romance: Collection: Her Obsession (LGBT Multicultural Romance) (Paranormal Historical Short Story Collection)

by Lovy Books

  “Baby, when I thought you’d left me, it hurt me far more than your father ever could. My world ended and I was only the shell you found on that lake so long ago. I was nothing without you. I have enough money and friends of my own now; I could ruin him.”

  As they spoke the door crashed open, revealing Goldie’s father in the doorway.

  “You again, that’s it, this is the last time! You’re never seeing her again and I’m going to make it my own personal mission to ruin you, now get out!” the man said, rage filling his face as he spoke.

  “No, Daddy, I don’t think you will.” Goldie said as she stood up to her father.

  “What do you mean? I’ll do anything I want to! I’m the man in this house!”

  “Yeah, you weren’t such a big man when you were going down on your chauffeur that time I caught you, were you? Looked rather small to me, in fact. Or when you had the pool boy bending you over your desk, oh and remember the man from your office? The one that you were ploughing away at when I came into the room? Not very discreet were you, Daddy? I’m sure the paper would love to know all about it.” Boy, Goldie sure was fierce when she wanted to be!

  “Now listen here, girl…” her father blubbered.

  “No, Daddy, I’m walking out of this house, a free woman. You’ve run my life from the moment I was born. Your time is done! I’m leaving and that’s it.” And she did just that, hand in hand with Maddy as she took her bags, leaving the house of the man that had held her prisoner for the last year.

  Later that night, Maddy and Goldie were in a hotel, in the best room Atlanta had to offer. Maddy’s parents were in another room, her father ensconced in his own bed. Maddy wasn’t going to let them go back to that hovel she’d called home her whole life. She wasn’t ashamed of where she came from, but leaving her parents there would shame her for the rest of her life.

  Goldie was also in the bed, exhausted from her day and the three pieces of cake she’d eaten before slipping into bed. Maddy was going to have to fatten her back up. Running her fingers up Goldie’s spine she could feel every facet of the bones and wanted to cry for what Goldie had endured. All of this, for her!

  Running her hands back down Goldie’s spine she found her hips, then her bottom. Running her fingers down the cleft of Goldie’s buttocks she let her fingers slide into the woman she loved. She was rewarded when Goldie’s hips pushed up, forcing the fingers deeper.

  “Mm, darling, don’t stop.”

  “Oh, I don’t ever plan to, my love. Do you want my mouth on your pussy? Do you want me to suck you off while my fingers are buried deep inside of you, fucking you until you can’t walk?” Yeah, Maddy had learned a few things in Berlin.

  “Oh, yes, please! Anything, just touch me, please!” Goldie responded.

  Thrusting her fingers into Goldie’s pussy she moved around, slipping between Goldie’s thighs, letting her tongue run down to Goldie’s clit. Pulling her lover up on her knees, Maddy spread Goldie wide, getting her tongue in deeper, her teeth gently scraping Goldie’s clit.

  Goldie’s hips thrust back at Maddy, her pussy clenching around Maddy’s finger as she felt the first thrills of an orgasm starting. Maddy pumped her fingers into Goldie, fucking her fast and deep. Goldie started to pant, the first sign of what was to come. Goldie was writhing, wild with passion as Maddy’s fingers played inside of her, tongue dancing on her clit.

  She loved how Goldie looked as she came, her face completely open, displaying nothing but the pleasure she felt. Maddy started to slow her movements, feeling the clenching within Goldie’s pussy starting to ease. Removing her fingers, she let Goldie’s body slip back down to the bed, hoping she’d sleep now.

  “Oh no, lover. We aren’t done yet.” Goldie told her, lifting herself from the mattress to pull Maddy to the window.

  “I want you to look out at the world, 10 floors up, as I fuck your pussy and maybe even your ass. A lot of girls at school seemed to like that. Either way, we’re going to find out.”

  Pushing Maddy against the thick glass, Goldie kissed her lover. Her fingers were all over Maddy but finally settled, one on her nipple, another on her clit. Maddy leaned back against the cool glass, letting Goldie do as she pleased, lost in the feeling emanating from her clit. Goldie dropped to her knees, letting her tongue do the work so she could slide a finger inside of Maddy’s desperate pussy.

  Maddy pushed down, wanting more, wanting the naughty things Goldie was whispering to her.

  “What do you want, Maddy? Tell me.” Goldie demanded, halting her tongue against Maddy’s clit.

  “You. Only you, Goldie.”

  “Not enough, tell me.”

  “I want you turn me around and push my hot nipples against this cold glass, I want you to put your fingers in my ass, in my pussy and I want you to fuck me, Goldie. I just want you to fuck me until we’re both too exhausted to move.” Maddy whimpered out.

  Goldie licked her middle finger on her right hand before moving it to Maddy’s ass. Maddy tensed, not knowing what to expect but as the finger pushed in, the discomfort eased, a pleasure filling her groin instead. Then Goldie pushed her thumb into Maddy’s pussy. Moving both caused Maddy’s knees to go weak.

  “I’m not going to turn you around because I want my tongue on your clit when you cum. I want to watch your face and see you crying out my name. I want you to cum so hard you scream, Maddy! Scream!” Goldie whispered to her urgently, her hand a blur on Maddy’s body.

  Maddy’s hips couldn’t keep up with the movements and she gave up, straining only for the release that Goldie could give her. She chased the pleasure, letting it fill her insides and then explode in a sound that could only be described as pure joy. All of the pain, the hurt, the heartbreak was gone in that instant and love filled her body once again. Love and happiness were all she knew as she flew to the stars.

  “I’m going to be doing that for the rest of our lives, Maddy. Always. And this time, nothing can take me from you. Absolutely nothing.

  “I won’t let it, Goldie, I promise you that.” She whispered down to the woman she loved beyond all others in the world. “I love you and always will. You are mine and nothing can change that. Not society, not our fathers, not the world. You belong to me and I belong to you. Forever.” Maddy pulled Goldie up off of her knees, kissing her passionately, both not quite done with each other for the night yet.

  “We have a lot of catching up to do Goldie. And I’d like to do it all tonight if we can so we can spend the rest of our lives just enjoying each day we have together. I love you baby.”

  “I love you, too Maddy. Always.” Goldie whispered as they went back to the bed, happy in the world they had made, the world they had created, through their struggles and their fights for freedom. Their world, where only they could decide what they were going to do.

  The End

  Her Blood

  Lesbian Vampire Romance

  About the Story

  Ava Kern knows there’s something about Della LaCroix that just isn’t right. The woman apparently hates Ava on sight, but Della is an intriguing mystery to Ava. Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery, Ava agrees to help Della. Della needs help fundraising for her charity and dreads having to work with Ava but knows she’s the best person for the job. Della sees Ava as a threat to her self-imposed abstinence; a secret that she won’t even allow herself to remember hides deep in her memory, forcing celibacy on the vampire. Ava suspects Della is a vampire but is afraid of pushing too hard, wanting to form a bond with the woman, despite a life of easy, free love.

  Working together forces the women to build a bond and Ava starts to break through Della’s walls. Then tragedy strikes and decisions must be made. Della may have to pay the ultimate price, once again, for allowing herself to love, but this time, this time she knows she’ll do whatever it takes to stop a tragedy, even if that means revealing secrets better left in the dark of her own tormented soul.

  Chapter One

  Ava walked through the doors
of the club with a confident smile on her face and happiness shining in her eyes. To spectators she may have appeared to be just another androgynous member of generation Y. That self-pleased generation that had never quite known the struggles of those that came before them, but somehow felt the world owed them something but Ava was far more than your average layabout looking for someone else to pave her way.

  Yes, Ava had grown up with accepting parents who didn’t even blink when she came out as a lesbian at the age of 15, lived in a community that embraced her, and enjoyed the love and support of many friends. She’d never known a moment of discrimination, and her life had been almost magical compared to some of the stories she heard from older friends or from those that lived in other communities. Ava’s life had been charmed so far, but she knew there were dangers out there. That’s why she worked for a non-profit agency, helping to promote civil rights for the LGBT community.

  Ava had obtained a degree that allowed her to support the agency through offering advice on legal and civil matters, but she also had a flair for organizing fundraisers. She took her job seriously and worked hard both for her clients and for her employers. She loved her job and did her best to support her community, both the LGBT community and the entire community she lived within. Still, there’s a part of Ava that feels removed from those that have struggled for equality in the past; never having first-hand experience of the problems others had to face told Ava she was very lucky, but she could only sympathize with their plight. She could not completely understand their world.

  As Ava walked through the gathered crowd, people stopped the tall, slim, dark-haired young woman to say hello or to pat her on the back. She’d organized this gathering, an event to raise money for the non-profit organization she worked for, and was proud of how everything turned out. Her brown eyes took in the staging, the gathered laughing, happy people, and she knew she’d produced this scene of awesomeness. She took the congratulations in her stride and made her way to a table filled with her friends.

  There was someone new there but the woman was aloof, staring away from the people that surrounded her. From her pale skin to her blonde almost white hair and her casual air of “I don’t want to be here, but I am,” Ava formed a nickname for the woman: the Ice Queen. Ava gave a smirk as she approached the table, thinking the woman should have gone somewhere else if this isn’t where she wanted to be.

  At 26, Ava wasn’t quite ready to settle down and if the woman had shown the slightest interest, Ava might have returned it. She wasn’t a player but she preferred noncommittal relationships, the kind that ended on their own as each partner went their own way, whether that meant the next morning or a few weeks later. Ava had never had a long-term girlfriend and had no plans for one right now; she was far too busy and had a lot of years left in her, she thought, before settling down to wedded bliss.

  Looking the woman over more closely, as she drew up to the table with a bench wrapping around the wall behind the group, Ava decided the woman was spectacular but not worth the effort if she couldn’t even be bothered to say hello.

  “Hola, mon’amies!” Ava exclaimed with a bright smile, exposing straight white teeth, for everyone around the table. She didn’t care that she was mixing languages and probably garbling the pluralized version of ‘my friends’ in French; she was simply happy to see her friends and liked to make them laugh with her.

  “Bonjour, Ava, here sit beside me; let me introduce you to my friend.” This from Ava’s little red-headed friend, Jenna. “Ava, this is Della. Della, Ava. Now you know each other,” the perky little read-head said with a clap of her hands.

  Ava was used to Jenna’s strange ways and simply smiled over at the woman named Della. Apparently Jenna was well pleased with herself for introducing her two friends. Ava murmured a polite hello to the woman and held out her hand. The other woman took Ava’s hand but quickly dropped it and turned away again. Ava thought the woman rude but wondered about her. What had made her so aloof, so determined to not look at Ava?

  Ava looked more closely at the woman as she spoke to the other people around the table. From the way the woman dressed, Ava had assumed she was in her 40s but Della’s face was smooth, unlined, and she appeared to be little more than a teenager underneath all of the makeup she’d carefully applied. Why would a teenager want to create the illusion she was so much older, Ava wondered? Ava noticed that Della wasn’t drinking anything, hadn’t drunk anything all night in fact, so it wasn’t to purchase drinks forbidden to the younger generations.

  Ava watched the woman as the night progressed and noticed that she’d talk to the other ladies at the table but she never once turned to Ava. Ava had to surmise the woman’s problem was with her, though she wasn’t sure why. Ava left at the end of the night, helping the staff to clean up before she headed home.

  She crawled into bed after removing her tight black jeans, and black T-shirt, and plopped down in nothing but her panties. She ran her hands over her slim body, not in a sexual way, but in a thoughtful way, wondering if her appearance had somehow offended the woman. Ava didn’t always dress like a man or a woman, sometimes she dressed in whatever she liked, and that combined with her short hair sometimes left her genderless. It put some people on edge; not knowing how to address her. Sometimes, she admitted to herself, watching those people trying to decide on a pronoun amused her, and their unsettledness amused her even more. She wasn’t a mean, vindictive person; she just enjoyed challenging people’s perceptions and forcing them to open their minds to different possibilities.

  Rolling over onto her stomach, Ava stared at the light flashing from her laptop. It was as cold a blue as the waves of “don’t come near me” would have appeared if they’d become visible when Ava felt them coming from Della this evening. Ava still wasn’t considering the woman as a sex partner, but she did wonder what the problem was. What had she possibly done to earn such behaviour? Ava was still wondering as she fell asleep, exhausted from a long day of work and her night of being the social butterfly. There was mystery here, and it wasn’t just about Della’s instant dislike of Ava.

  Chapter Two

  Della LaCroix entered the underground chamber beneath her bed after shifting the furniture out of the way and hid herself from the light beginning to shine through the windows of her home. She had blackout curtains which would have allowed her to sleep in peace in her own bed, but tonight she needed the comfort of being locked away from the world in the black confines of the coffin hidden beneath her bedroom. Her emotions were in turmoil and at times like this she needed to hide from the world outside. The life of a vampire was very precarious sometimes, after all, and threats must be dealt with as swiftly as possible. Ava Kern was one such threat to Della.

  As the peace and quiet of the coffin soothed Della’s mind, she reviewed the emotionally disturbing night she’d spent sat beside Ava. As soon as the woman walked in, Della saw her and if Della had still been gifted with a pulse, it would have been pulsing in her ears. The woman was beautiful, stunning, all the euphemisms Della could think of after having lived for 350 years. From the ease with which Ava moved through the crowd, the easy smile that came to her lips at a moment’s notice, Della knew Ava was the kind of woman who could break her heart.

  Della had met people like Ava before, always eager to please, a smile within easy reach, a fling here, a backroom affair there. The kind that could break you without even realizing it. You picked up on who to avoid and who was safe after 231 years as a vampire. Della had been turned by just such a person when she was 19 years old. A late 18th century maiden had little knowledge of lesbian affairs; that lesbians even existed was a shock in itself, but Francesca had awoken things in Della she had not known existed, and turned her into a vampire with the promise of an eternity locked in love’s embrace. Then she dumped her ten years later, disappearing with nothing but a letter saying where Della could find the means to support herself for the next few hundred years, and to avoid the vampire hunters that stalked all th
e members of their race.

  Yes, Della had learned from Francesca how to hide their true natures, both as lesbians and as vampires, and had learned how to get by in the world. She moved every few years, never staying in one place too long and avoiding anywhere she’d been for at least 30 years after she left. Life had been much simpler before cars, telecommunications, photography, and other new technologies had made maintaining anonymity virtually impossible. Finding places to hide yourself in were becoming scarce, but she’d managed it so far. She couldn’t take a chance on exposing herself to heartache or the vampire hunters. A woman like Ava, so free and open, with such a high profile that often ended up in newspapers or with her pictures splashed across webpages was a danger to Della in more ways than one.

  No, it was best to just avoid the woman altogether, even if she did smell so wonderful that Della’s knees had actually gone weak when Ava sat beside her. She’d never had that experience before, and it had been difficult not to turn to Ava throughout the night as the woman’s scent continuously drifted into her nose. Warm spices and the delicate scent of an exotic flower surrounded the woman, far more than a simple perfume; this was Ava’s scent, her blood and her skin giving off the intoxicating smell that had so threatened Della’s resolve.

  Della had stamped down on the urges that kept threatening to crop up throughout the night and had kept tight control of herself, refusing to acknowledge that Ava even existed, after her introduction. Della shifted in her coffin, wondering if she was overreacting, just a little, and if perhaps she could befriend Ava, at least. She quickly dismissed the idea as the vision of Ava’s warm brown eyes drifted into her thoughts, the intelligence there had told Della that Ava was aware of her, interested in her, and Della had wanted desperately to return the interest, but she knew from past experience that love led only to danger, to heartache, and she wasn’t willing to suffer it again, ever. Twice was enough for one lifetime.