His Obsession

by Sam Crescent

  “Do you want something to eat?” he asked. She shook her head. Words failed her when usually she could do nothing but talk. “I don’t like you not communicating. What’s wrong?” He took hold of her chin getting her to look at him.

  “Nothing,” she said with a smile. “I’m simply basking from being together.” Ursula wrapped her hands around his neck.

  “That’s it. Hold onto me.”

  She squealed, holding him in a death grip. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted up off the floor. Stephen was a tall man, and glancing over his shoulder made it look like a long way down.

  “What are you doing?” she asked. “You’re going to give yourself a hernia or even worse, break your back holding me. I’m not skinny, Stephen. Put me down.”

  What did she get for her trouble? A slap on the ass. The heat from the sting made her bite her lip. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was from his love taps. Some of them had hurt, too.

  “You’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

  “I’m not light. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

  “Ursula, I lift weights, and I like the way you are. Stop moaning, and hold onto me.”

  She wouldn’t be able to let go. “I’m afraid of heights.”

  “I’m not that tall.”

  He moved out of the room to the stairs. She squealed. “You’re not taking me up those stairs. I can walk Stephen.”

  “Hold onto me.”

  She tried to squirm away from him, but he held his ground. “Stephen!”

  “Mr. Knox to you.” He slapped her ass then held her as he began walking up the stairs, each step making her jolt in his arms.

  She glared at him. “I’ve never called you Mr. Knox, and I’m not going to start now.”

  “Sir, then, or Master.” Ursula went to challenge him on the titles, but she stopped as she liked the sound of them. She smiled. Laying her head against his ear, she licked his lobe before biting down gently. “Are you going to fuck me again, Sir?” she asked.

  He stopped. She looked past her shoulder to see they’d made it up the stairs.

  “What did you say?” he asked.

  She leaned back enough to see him. “Are you going to fuck me again, Sir?” She spoke the words again, only this time she said them with a smile.

  His cock hardened against her stomach. While she was fighting to be free of his arms so she could walk up the stairs, he’d pulled free of her.

  “Do you like that? When I call you ‘sir’?”

  He pressed her up against the wall. The command in his body made her melt from the very core and out. “You have no idea how much I like that.” He kissed her hard, sliding his tongue against hers. The action made her aware of other slick parts sliding inside her body. She moaned holding him close.

  Stephen carried her to his room. He didn’t stop and went straight through to his bathroom. He let her down, and she was conscious of his seed sliding down the inside of her thigh. The heat filled her cheeks as he ran a bath. Paul had never cared for her like this. When Paul was done, he’d roll over and go to sleep.

  She waited until he helped her into the warm soapy water. She smelt lavender and relaxed against the tub. Stephen climbed in behind her, pulling her to straddle his waist once again. He kissed her lips, cupping her back and hair.

  He grabbed the soap, lathering his hands before he applied them to her body. Stephen started at her back, rubbing his hands against her skin. His touch made her yearn for more. The care and attention he was devoting to her made her heart ache. She could easily fall in love with him. The way she seemed to be his whole world. She was sure no matter what happened, she would be the centre of his world.

  In no time at all, he was lathering her breasts and belly. She sucked in her stomach to try to make herself look thinner. He tapped her thigh where it lay down his side. “Don’t ever try to be someone different with me. I love the way you are, Ursula. I would never want you to change.”

  She didn’t say a word and stopped sucking in her tummy. He went back to soaping her body, but his words stayed with her.

  “I love the way you are.” What did he mean by that? Did he love her body, her personality, or did he love her? He pressed his fingers between her thighs. The water of the bath washed the soap off his fingers. He touched her intimately, wiping away his semen. She knew that was what he was doing.

  “We didn’t use a condom,” she said.

  “I know. I didn’t want anything between us.”

  “You weren’t worried in case I caught something off Paul? I haven’t. I have regular checks.”

  Why am I asking him this? Are you trying to scare him off?

  “I know you.” He kissed her lips then handed her the soap.

  “How do you know me? We’ve not known each other that long.” She soaked his back and chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles beneath her hands. By the time she got down to his cock he was long and hard. She washed his hard length, enjoying the sounds he made as she did so. He turned her around using a sponge to wet her hair. Next, he poured some soap and began washing her hair. She closed her eyes as his fingers calmed her down. He washed the shampoo out and then did the same with the conditioner. When she was clean, she did the same for him.

  Stephen helped her out, using a towel to dry her body. He didn’t leave out any area, and his attention to detail made her chuckle.

  She dried his body. He held her hand walking her back into his room. She sat on the bed, and he climbed behind her. He brushed her hair slowly. There was a mirror over the other side of the room. She saw the concentration on his face. The brush went through her stands down her back. When he was done, he settled her against him, wrapping his arms around her.

  Ursula closed her eyes allowing sleep to claim her, wrapped in the security that was her boss. Stephen was more than her boss.

  She refused to think about anything else. What they’d done was a mistake, but she didn’t want it to end. They were too different people. He was a wealthy brooding businessman while she was a finishing college and cleaned his house. They were like chalk and cheese, and yet she loved being with him. The best part of her day was being with him.

  He held her close, and she fell asleep thinking about nothing but him.

  ****

  Stephen woke with Ursula in his arms. He recalled the night before and how tense she was before sleep claimed her. He rested his head on one arm as the other stayed around her. She slept peacefully, her tits exposed for him to view. The red puckered tips tightened as a moan escaped her lips. He watched her chest rise and fall. He thought about the night before. Being inside her had been amazing. She was tight, and he was addicted to her already. A flush spread through her entire body. She continued to sleep.

  When she’d asked about her safety with Paul he hadn’t questioned her because he already knew the answer. The moment she went to work for him, he’d gotten her background checked immediately. Whoever worked for him would undergo a background check. However, with his previous workers he hadn’t wanted to know more than the bare minimum whereas with Ursula he’d asked his security team to go deeper. He hadn’t asked Tate or Kevin to handle her background as he didn’t want to share her with anyone. His security team were impersonal and did as he told them. There was no risk of them dropping by unexpectedly. Everything was handled by a phone call.

  There was a great deal he knew about her. At the time when he’d demanded to know about her present circumstances, but with time, or a week, he’d requested a thorough check. He knew she hadn’t talked to her family because of Paul. He knew she loved going to college and wanted to become a teacher. Being a wealthy man gave him access to everything, including her health notes from the doctor.

  Thinking about how much he knew about her compared to what she knew about him made him feel a little uncomfortable. The feeling disappeared as quickly as it came. Ursula was his, and he could do anything he liked. This possessive feeling overwhelmed him. Instead of lying bac

k trying to analyze what it all meant, he leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

  After sucking on one he moved onto the other. She began to move in her sleep, her nipples budding to harder points than before. He stroked his hand down her stomach to her pussy. Dipping his fingers into her centre he felt the slickness of her cream. He coated his fingers with her cum then travelled back up to thumb her clit.

  He stared into her eyes waiting for her to wake. She opened her eyes with a moan escaping her lips. Her sounds made his dick pulse some pre-cum out of the tip.

  “Morning,” he said. At the same time he pushed two fingers inside her as his thumb grazed her clit.

  “Morning.” Her legs opened wider for him. She didn’t get chance to say anything else. He kissed her lips moving up and over her.

  She kissed him back. He pulled his fingers out of her replacing them with his cock. Ursula wrapped her legs around him as he slid all the way inside. He intertwined their hands by her head as he pulled out of her to push back in. She moved with him lifting her pelvis as he fucked her. He kissed her lips then moved down to her neck and up again. She tilted her head back to give him more access.

  Stephen loved her body. He liked the way her soft curves felt against his harder body. She was all woman and fuller. He knew there was so much he could do to her without the fear of hurting her.

  “Stephen,” she said. “More. I need more.”

  He nibbled down until he sucked her nipples into his mouth. She fought against his hold. He refused to let her go.

  “I want to touch you.” She pleaded with him. The sound of her voice undid him. He let go, and in the next instant her fingers sank into his hair pulling him closer. Her hands were everywhere. He wanted her to touch him.

  They danced together as he thrust inside her, and she pushed up to meet him. They were perfect. She was perfect. Together they built until she reached between them to touch herself to release. He waited for her to come before he pressed inside her to the hilt as his cum spurted inside her.

  Afterwards, he lay by her side stroking her body. She touched his hand or caressed his arm.

  “I don’t want this moment to end.”

  “Me neither.” He kissed her lips.

  “I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” she said when he pulled away. Stephen laughed. He kissed her one final time.

  “Go on. I’ll be downstairs. There should be a robe on the door, but you could always come down naked.”

  She disappeared inside the bathroom, and he went to use another room before he went to the kitchen. He put on a pair of bottoms not bothering with a shirt. He set up the coffee machine, pouring some water into the one compartment while putting the ground coffee beans into another. With the scent of coffee surrounding him, he grabbed the paper from the letter box followed by any mail. The morning air was freezing, and by the time he got back into the kitchen he welcomed the warmth.

  “A normal person would have worn a jacket of some kind,” Ursula said. She sat at the counter, her hair freshly brushed, looking refreshed. She wore a black robe, which swamped her. It was the robe he usually wore. He liked seeing it on her.

  “Well, I forgot about the weather.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say. Stephen handed her the paper before pulling down two cups. He filled hers with cream and sugar while he took his black.

  The paper rustled as she turned the page. He handed her a cup as he sat down opposite her. She gave him back the paper taking the drink.

  “I never read the paper.”

  “You’re a student. Shouldn’t you read everything important?”

  “That’s the business paper. I couldn’t understand a word.”

  She sipped her coffee, and he moved the paper to one side. “I’d better get back to my apartment and do some damage control with Paul.”

  His grip tightened on his cup. He didn’t want her to leave. “You don’t have to leave. You can live here.”

  Ursula stood moving round the isle until she was next to him. “And you’ll be banging your staff?”

  Stephen caught her hand in his, settling her down in his lap. “Don’t think about yourself like that. This is more,” he said.

  “I work for you, Stephen. This won’t work. We’re too different.”

  “Then you’re fired. If your problem is working for me I’ve just sorted it out.”

  “It’s not that easy,” she said.

  “Yes, it is. This is my house, and what I say goes.” Stephen knew he’d need to go to the club to talk to his friends about these feelings. The thought of her leaving him or going back to Paul left him feeling angry with the need to take and not let her go. “You’re not going back to him. I won’t let you.”

  She cupped his face. “I may have been stupid for staying with him, but I’m not stupid enough to go back to him.”

  “You’re staying here,” he told her.

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. I’ll go with you and pack up some clothes for you. In fact let me handle everything, and you won’t have to worry about anything.” He liked his plan more and more.

  “Stephen, you’re not thinking about this.”

  “Look at me, Ursula.” He waited until he had her attention. “Don’t argue with me. I know what I want. You’ll be living with me, and that’s the end of it. I’m not leaving you in that place where he can get to you.”

  “I’ve got to go to college, and I work for you.”

  “I fired you.”

  “Then I’ve got to get a job.”

  “Do I need to blackmail you?” he asked. Ursula smiled at him.

  “Depends on the blackmail.” Her robe fell off one shoulder, her creamy shoulder tempting him to unveil more of her delicious body.

  Stephen played along. “How about, if you don’t do as I say I’ll tie you to my bed and have my wicked way with you.”

  Her eyes dilated. He knew his suggestion turned her on. He pulled her robe open a little more.

  “That sounds better than blackmail.”

  He chuckled. Never had a morning been filled with so much temptation.

  “If you don’t stay with me I’ll make sure you get kicked out of college and not get work anywhere.” He noticed she paused. The possessive need inside him made him aware of the fact he would do anything to keep her with him. Even if that meant using unscrupulous means.

  “You wouldn’t do that,” she said. He knew she was unsure, and he played on that.

  He stood using his body to crowd round her. Everything he ever known about the men at his club and those that visited Ravage came through to him. The feelings of possession that verged on obsession were filling him. He would do anything to keep her with him.

  “Test me, Ursula. See if I’m joking. You don’t everything about me.”

  He saw her swallow, then nod her head. The demon inside him was put to rest. He didn’t even know he could feel like this. She went up to the room to change, and he phoned Cadeon asking for him to be at Club Possession that night. He needed to talk to someone. He was forty-five years old, and he couldn’t believe he needed to talk to someone about his feelings.

  Stephen dressed and waited for Ursula to come down the stairs.

  Chapter Seven

  Ursula stared at her reflection. She wore the same clothes from the previous night. Her pussy ached, along with her nipples from Stephen’s lips. The way he’d spoken downstairs in the kitchen had intrigued her. He’d threatened to make her life difficult if she didn’t agree to live with him. She knew he was wealthy and would be able to do what he threatened in a heartbeat. Would he do it? From the look in his eye she truly believed he was capable of it.

  Why am I not pissed because of his warning?

  Because you like him. You like what he does to your body, and you love spending time with him.

  She let out a breath before leaving the comfort of his bedroom. He stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting. He wore black pants, a white, crisp shirt, and a leather jacket.

  “We’ll get breakfast on the way,” he said. She nodded her head as he didn’t ask her if that was what she wanted.

  He grabbed her jacket and helped her into it. She felt his hands on her shoulders. His touch lingered. She closed her eyes enjoying his touch before he pulled away.

  Stephen took her hand leading her outside to his car. She followed him without question. He opened the door for her and buckled her in.

  “I’m not a child.”

  “I know. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

  He kissed her lips then went round to his own side. She could easily become addicted to him if she wasn’t addicted already. He started the car, pressed the code for the security gate, and they were off.

  Stephen took her hand as he moved the car easily along the road. She didn’t like driving. The roads were always too busy, and they lived close to the main city which was a nightmare to get through.

  “What kind of music do you like?” she asked.

  “Classical.”

  “Cool.” She turned on the radio and allowed the sounds of the piano to fill the car. Stephen chuckled, but he made no move to turn it off.

  “How’s your pussy?” he asked suddenly.

  Ursula turned to him in shock. “What?” Was he seriously asking about her pussy?

  “You heard me.” He pulled into a diner that served breakfast. “Your blush is sexy.” He kissed her cheek.

  “What have you done with Stephen?”

  “This is who I am, and, baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  “I’m fine, and all my parts are fine.” He got out of the car. She was out and closing the door before he got the chance.

  “I wanted to help you out of the car.”

  “I’m perfectly capable of opening and closing my own door.” Stephen pressed her against the car.

  “Next time wait for me to open your door.” He kissed her lips then led her up the stairs and into the diner.

  Several people stopped him, giving him a hug before he led her to a booth in the corner.

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