His Obsession

by Rose Marie

  “I don’t see a problem with anything you just stated.” She sighed and threw her head back.

  “But…”

  “But nothing Angel you aren’t moving out, and that’s final. Even if you could where the hell can you go? You even said yourself the rent is to high here. It’s a waste of money to rent when you can live here rent free and save your money. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that renting carrie a one hundred percent interest rate? You don’t get a return on that unless you’re doing business from home, which you are not.” I say trying to clear her doubts.

  “But what if we don’t work out? Huh? What then? What if we break up?” Her eyes widened, and I almost wondered why until I turn and see my face in the mirror. Shit! They said this wouldn’t happen to Landen and I. Covering my face, I take a deep breath and I look back up at her. She blinks and rubs her eyes then sits back looking stunned. “Something is wrong with me.” She whispered, and I immediately try to change the subject.

  “I would NEVER allow us to break up Angel. I told you I really care for you. I want you more than I want my next breath.” Her face softened up and she smiled.

  “I’m scared of putting my faith in this relationship like I did others and it doesn’t pan out. I mean… look at me and look at you. I’ve never been so self-conscious before but just everything about this screams fairytale love.” I can’t help but look her up and down trying to figure out where this lack of confidence is coming from. Yes, she might not be America’s standard of beauty but to hell with that. She’s my EVERYTHING. She asked me to look at the two of us and compare but she has no clue that I’ve been doing that for over three years now and I find myself unworthy. A man like me who stood so low as to buy out her apartment building just to manipulate her into living with me. She really has no idea the things I’m willing to do just to keep her.

  “Angel you are beyond worthy of a fairytale love, and don’t take my words lightly. I really mean it when I say I won’t let you go.” She dipped her head and smirked.

  “So, what you're just going to chain me to the bed making sweet love to me like you did last night and this morning? Is that how you’re going to ensure that I don’t leave you? Or will you fuck me into submission make me to fall in love with you, marry you then never sign divorce papers if I want to leave?” She joked but I could feel my blood pressure starting to rise at the very thought of doing exactly that. I get up and go over to her caging her in with my arms.

  “That sounds like a plan beautiful.” She smirked and shook her head.

  “What am I going to do with you Channing Stohurst? How have you turned me to mush in a matter of hours?” I look at her seriously then grab her chin so she can stay focused on me.

  “I’d love it if you simply stay with me for the rest of your life. How about that?” My wife, ever so cheeky, wraps her arms around me and pulls me into the bed.

  “Fine it seems you wore me down.”

  ~*~

  I rinse the dishes off happy that she enjoyed the dinner that I prepared for her. Placing them into the dishwasher I then grab the bottle of her favorite pink champagne, some chocolate, and some freshly peeled and cut up fruit. As I make my way into the bedroom where my woman is laying out full and waiting for her desert, I do my best to balance the desert tray. Inside I see her half asleep and trying to keep her eyes open. Slipping into the room I hurry over to the bathroom and set everything in my hands down.

  Taking out some lavender and rose bath oils and some bubbles, I set everything up so that she could enjoy a nice soak and be fed by me. Back in the room I kiss her ass because she was laying on her belly.

  “Wake up Angel.” She hummed and turned over and looked at me.

  “Sorry I didn’t mean to go to fall asleep. This bed is just so comfortable.” I know because I bought this bed made specifically for her.

  “Well I’m glad that that your new home is treating you well.” I take her hand and kiss it.

  “I’m still getting used to it, but I love it here. It feels like a home made specifically for me.” My heart swelled. I'd done it! She acknowledged my hard work!

  “You know what they say. Mi casa es su casa. Please think of this house exactly as that. Think about it being built exactly to your liking and make it yours.” I’m sure we had a baby on the way anyway. I need to make sure to ease up on her workload. I don’t want my babies to be suffering when I can take care of them. Though being with her had me wanting to retire and just lay here, I knew I couldn’t do that. My woman needed a man who was willing to do anything and everything to keep her comfortable. I might have billions but that might not be enough for her in the long run.

  That thought made me stiffen. I hope she won’t think I’m being lazy when I take time off with her and the baby. I’ll work harder and invest in more companies. I'll do my best for my family. I’ll start looking into that tomorrow, I can’t have my woman thinking I'm not a fit husband or father. I need to start by taking care of my wife, standing up I scoop her up and she flails around and holds onto my neck.

  “Channing!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! PUT ME DOWN!” It was Angel spoiling time. My favorite time of the day. Kissing her shoulder, I hoist her up and walk her to the bathroom standing her up near the bath. After stripping her I pick her up and set her down in the warm bath.

  “You are so perfect Angel.” She looked up at me then lifts her legs up in the water.

  “Oh, I’m perfect huh but you’re making me bathe all by me lonesome?” Growling I strip off my shirt, placing the fruit and champagne on a chair and rolling it over to the jetted tub. Once everything is in place, I watch her watch me strip off my sweats and underwear. Her eyes widened and her she bit her lip and it made me feel like the sexiest man to ever exist. Sitting down in the tub behind her I pull her to me and I feel as if I’ve struck gold, diamonds and jewels.

  “Mmm this feels good!” I was about to say something until she threw her head back and started laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” She skimmed her hand over the bubbles and giggled. But then tears start streaming down her face. “ANGEL! What’s the matter?” She bit her lip and looked back at me.

  “Nothing is the matter. I’m actually…” She brings her hands up to her face, bubbles and all, putting her head in them. “I just never thought I could be this happy. For all my doubts about us, I’m still happy. I feel so immature when I think about this relationship. My heart beats fast when you hold me. I feel good about myself when you hold me and your arms wrap around me. I feel special when you pick me up easily and carry me places. These are things I’ve never felt before due to size differences in the men I’d previously dated.

  As a plus sized woman I’ve always felt some insecurities but as a black plus sized woman I felt I couldn’t show them. At one point in my life I felt something was wrong with me because always attracted the wrong men. Men who would say they love my personality but were iffy about my size. I’ve always felt I have to be strong and take those punches-” I stiffen and could feel my anger physically boil into my chest.

  “Who hit you?!” She turned around fully to me heavy breast swinging in my face. She kisses my neck sucking on it just where my pulse was beating, and as turned on as I am that she’s taking initiative, the fact that some fuckwad laid his hands on this precious gem keeps me from fully enjoying the moment. I try to pull her off me, but she clung to me for what felt like dear life, shaking.

  “No one hit me, not physically at least. To put it simply, whomever said words will never hurt you is wrong. They do hurt and a whole hell of a lot at that. Even you. I hate to keep going back to it, but you contributed to that pain as well. Telling me what clothes not to wear as if my body disgusted you. Prohibiting me from wearing high heels implying a girl my size should not even bother being sexy. That hurt.” I sink against the tub, deflated and ashamed.

  “It might be annoying to you to have this brought up every conversation, but these are my feelings… or they were my feelings. It’s weird to
me being this close to you feeling this good and confident.” I thought she would say more but instead she quiets herself and we just sit there in silence.

  As we lay there, I allow her words to sink in. I know I was mean, but I didn’t know I was that mean. I didn’t know I’d made her feel so insecure. My selfishness is unforgivable. I thought I was unworthy of her before but now it’s inconceivable that she’d even be laying here with me.

  How do I tell her I’m sorry from the depths of my soul? How do I make things right and tell her she’s the epitome of perfection? How?! I need her to know my obsessive love for her is real, but I don’t want to scare her off.

  I want her to know how I sat back, admired and adored her…but for any woman, knowing how much a man stalked her is creepy. Plus, I’m sure she’s bound to lose her mind if she knew about my actions led to her eviction. My financial advisor told me not to do it but to me it was technically an investment for my future. She’s here, she’s mine, I'd never let her leave me…so again how do I express that? Even the Bible says He who finds a wife finds a good thing and I couldn’t agree more.

  Stumped, I let out a sigh, grab a washcloth and gently start washing her. I take my time making sure to kiss each part of her body it’s so absolutely perfect. When I’m done, I drain the water, take her to the shower and wash the soapy suds from her. After I dry her and pick her up, I carry her to the bed then go grab the thankfully still chilled champagne and sliced fruits. Setting the platter down, I take the champagne and sit next to her.

  “I want to start off by saying never once have I thought of your body as disgusting. Your body drives me wild Angel, and I don’t think anything on you is fat… aside from this ass and pussy that is.” I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me kissing her lips. “Do you know I hated when you went on a diet?”

  “What? That’s ridiculous.”

  “It’s not ridiculous at all. You starved yourself and for a long time too. You looked sick and it broke my heart. It was so bad that there were days I had no choice but to step in and buy lunch for the building just so you would eat, do you remember that?” She moaned and nodded as I trailed kisses down her body.

  “You’d come into work looking so tired to the point I had to cancel meetings so you could go home early to get rest. There were days when you’d sneak off to the restroom and cry because you were fed up with me. You thought nobody noticed but I did and for me those days where the worst. Those were the times I couldn't do anything for you due to my own stupidity.

  Those were the times I wanted to hold you and tell you I lo- like you and care about you. I have ALWAYS cared about you Angel I just tried to push you away and I’m sorry for that. I didn’t mean to add to your pain baby. I tell you this because I want you to know this there isn’t a woman skinny, tall, small or thick that can make me find you lacking.” She opened her eyes.

  “You're just saying that.”

  “Bullshit. Every woman I’ve been with since I've met you comes out lacking.” Her lip quivered and tears welled up in her eyes.

  “So when you used to criticize my outfits at work you were-” I drop my shoulders full of shame.

  “Jealousy or distractions. I don’t like how the men at work look at you and you looked good enough to eat so I could never concentrate while I was at work.” She smiled through her tears and it warmed my heart.

  “And when you’d yell at me for being in the break room to long? What about that?”

  “I might have heard on occasion that men were flirting with you.” I kissed her belly and suck right above her navel.

  “So basically, you’re saying you stalked me years then only just made your move now?” She raised a brow. Heart pounding, I stop breathing.

  “Angel I-”

  “How cute, you were low key my secret admirer. You weren’t paying my rent secretly huh?” She looked at me then laughed shaking her head. “Just kidding I know that wasn’t you.”

  “Admirer…right. But no I have never paid your rent. I have you here with me now and that’s all I care about.” I chuckle, but deep down I feel like a complete jackass for lying to her. How shocked would she be if she knew how much I spent on getting her? She’s cost me millions of dollars and every cent was worth it. I even grew out my hair because I found out she liked men with longer hair. I’d heard that while I was stalking her… I mean when I was casually listening to her conversation in the break room...on multiple occasions.

  I had reservations about growing it, seeing my father walk around unkempt as a kid, but the moment I saw her touch Arthur from accounting’s hair all bets where off. If she wanted me to have long hair, then long hair from me she’ll get. Sadly, that’s the mildest of things I’ve done in the name of making her mine.

  “You know what? I would have never thought you were this sweet Channing. I’m pleasantly surprised.” She lifts her hand and caresses my face. “It does makes me a bit sad though.”

  “Why? I don’t want you to be sad.”

  “I just hate that you wasted so much time being mean to me. When I first started working for you I thought you were the sexiest man alive. I wouldn’t have minded giving you my time if you'd stopped and just asked me out.” I stare at her bewildered.

  “I was a big idiot, right?” She chuckled and sat up snaking her hand down my stomach and grabbed my crotch.

  “Yeah a real BIG Idiot. Considering sometimes I would play with my-” I flip her over and spread her legs staring down at the delicious topic of our conversation.

  “What were you saying you would play with?” She gasps trying to close her legs but I hold them open by her ankles.

  “C-cha..” I let one ankle go and slide a finger up and down her glistening pussy.

  “You played with this pussy thinking about me?” She bit her lip nodding. “Oh, you have no idea how much that pleases me. Come on Babylove, tell the big bad wolf what exactly you thought about when you were playing with this pussy.” As she opened her mouth to speak, I decide to hush it and allow her lower lips to answer the question for her.

  I reach over and grab a juicy slice of peach that I had setting in the fridge overnight in its all-natural heavy syrup. I bring it to her lips and slowly she takes a bite humming as the juices squirt into her mouth and onto my fingers. “Is it good Angel? May I have some?” Nodding I grab my own thin slice of fruit and take a bite. “Mmm that is delicious, but you know what will make it taste better?”

  “N-no what?” I finish off the peach in my hand and grab another along with the champagne and kneel down on the bed. Spreading her legs wider, I flick her clit with my tongue. While she’s distracted I stick the thin slice of peach halfway into her center. “CHANNING! WHAT ARE YOU D-” before she could finish her sentence I grab the pink champagne, pop the bottle open and pour the semi chilled liquor on her center. “OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT’S -UGHNNNNN YESSSS CHANNING!” Using my thumbs, I spread her open and slurp the peach from her pussy and like an animal dying of thirst, drinking all the champagne that coated her creaminess.

  “This is the definition of peaches and cream.” I groan chewing the peach that was blessed enough to be squeezed inside that tightness. “Delectable. Better than the finest cuisine.”

  “Th-th-that’s five-thousand-dollar champagne are y-you cr-crazy?!”

  “Who gives a fuck about five-thousand-dollar alcohol when I have priceless pussy in front of me?” I pour more onto her center, uncaring about the bed getting wet and drink like I’m an alcoholic relapsing.

  “OH MY GOD CHANNING!!” her legs went up in the air and her toes balled up cracking. “Everything is getting wet.” She moans.”

  “Good now make it wetter for me Angel.” She shouldn't taste this good. I make my way up licking everything in my path until I get to her cute little belly button. Since she has a pudge it was folded closed and adorable. Nipping the bottom with my teeth I allow my tongue to run into the crease of her belly and the tip of my cock starts pulsing. Growling and wanting more I grab h
er hips and flip her on all fours. “How often would you let me eat you out from behind if I begged?”

  Her reply was a deep groan as she starts rocking on my tongue. This was my dinner. When I was learning how to cook for Angel, I was taught the perfect way to toss a salad but this for damn sure wasn’t it. This is an Angel special and I’m not ashamed to say I partook in having seconds and thirds. I wanted her to throw that ass back on me some more but she literally passed out. By the time I was halfway done I had to look up because she’d suddenly went quiet.

  When I see her sprawled out unconscious, I look at the time and my eyebrows rise. Two hours? I guess the saying is true about time flying when you’re having fun. Her pussy looked sore from all the licking, sucking and nibbling I’d done. I could tell she’d be uncomfortable in the morning.

  Sighing, I go out and grabbed a warm towel to wipe her down, but when I came back, I noticed she’d rolled on the edge of the bed because the middle was soaking wet with champagne and cum.

  Not wanting to degrade my woman by making her sleep in an unkempt bed I pick her up gently and carry her to the spacious guest room that was down the hall from our room. After making sure she was tucked in properly I call in an order to have the bed serviced. Afterwards I put away the dishes and uneaten fruit, then start the dishwasher. I jog upstairs and cuddle with the woman I live and breathe for.

  If today is how I will live the rest of my life with then I’ll die a very happy man.

  Bliss

  Channing

  Exotic nasty dreams are the best. As I dream of my Queen blowing me under the covers I feel a tingle rise up my spine and my toes curl at the suction of her lips. This dream… it feels… it feels...my eyes pop open and I’m greeted by the most beautiful sight ever. Right between my legs is the most breathtaking woman is sucking my dick like I’ve never had it sucked before. The fabled deep throat I’ve seen so much of on the videos feels better than I could ever imagine. I could barely utter a sound with how spectacular I feel. Never have I felt like my dick was being worshipped, but as it happens I know my life will forever be changed. It feels amazing.